#doge!soliac

[nargishdesire]

[vapingcat]

A Matter of Time

In Which a Lost Pup is Found!

Summary: It wasn’t often that he was given a gift from Gahalla Themself, but really? This could prove more difficult than necessary, and he should have taken Soliac back himself when he first saw his child was taken instead of talking to his captur. Now she knows things she shouldn’t and will make his job ten times harder if people know more time magic can be learned. Perhaps it’s too late to take his child back, but it’s never too late to be there for Soliac. It would be risky, but perhaps befriending a few people could be beneficial for everyone.

^V^V^

It shouldn’t have been this easy to break into the labs of who he considered his enemy. Of course, that is only a childish way to think about it as he doubted Lylin was even aware he existed, and if he did, he surely wouldn’t care about it. However, as a time master, he was rather adept at getting into places he shouldn’t. Now, suppose he should take care of the raging Originalities hiding in the lab’s equivalent of a basement, but right now, something more important to him needs to be taken care of than getting rid of some inter-dimensional heathens.

He pushes open the door covered in happy looking stickers and smiles softly at the pile of fur in the corner of the room. At least he has someone to look up to that looks and at like him. Not only that but soon he will have a couple of siblings to play with. That is if Azzalee didn't claim him. She just might claim power over Gahalla’s creation.

He had tried to talk to her about giving the child back, as he was the one who was supposed to find and take care of the child, she played a childish game of ‘finders keepers,’ and now he couldn’t intervene in the child’s life lest he influences the future himself. That is if he cared enough about the rules when it came to the little anomaly.

The room is rather cheerful and well suited for a puppy, and he feels a sense of calm despite the chaotic décor. He slowly walks over to the pile of fluff and looms over the trio to see a small white ball of fluff that oddly resembles his chiate fur. Of course, he isn't all too surprised as he did help form the young pooch. His white fur is a stark contrast to the brown and gray of his adopted parents. His signature smile grows to one more genuine, and he lets his chiate lean down to see the newborn puppy closer, a bit giddy to see the blue tint in the baby’s fur. He looks just like his chiate form. A bit of warmth fills him as he carefully reaches his claw in between the parents to pet the short-haired, shaggy pup. Once his claw touches the pup’s side, the puppy lets out a wide, high-pitched yawn. This startles him, and his chiate head pulls back in surprise.

He had long since stopped time, so to see the young pup moving is a surprise indeed. Maybe he was pulled out of the timeline without his knowledge, but he supposes it makes sense, as the pup is an anomaly, and they wouldn’t want multiple of this pup running around. He didn’t even have a name yet.

His smile falls back his usual one, and he pulls back his claw. He had already messed up his job as the guardian of the pup, and now the kid is mesmrized. He stares down at the pup blankly. It would be so easy to swipe him. To take him back and raise him as it should have been, but looking over the consequences of his actions, it would do nothing but cause heartache for the adopted parents, and they would be good for him.

Still, he should at least be there in the pup’s life somehow.

Musing quietly, he reaches back into the pile of fluff and a blue-collar appears around the newborn’s neck. It glistens with small gems and an hourglass charm along with a tiny dog tag. It jingles and the hourglass tick soothingly as grains seem to fall bit by bit, and the pup starts to whimper in his sleep before he wakes up and starts to sniff about. The pup still has not opened his eyes, so he keeps his claw where it can be sniffed. The pup whimpers again, and, to calm the pup, he starts to pet him with a single claw. It seems to calm the pup, and he soon curls up against his mother again and falls back to sleep after searching for food.

“Look at you, Soliac,” he whispers, “you’re in this world for one day, and you already charmed a whole family. I can’t be here for you like I want to, but you'll be loved by all you meet, even if you might stray from your path, the ones you love most will guide you back.”

He smiles softly and steps back before bowing. “As for myself, I’ll watch over you as your guardian. I can’t be as active as I wish, but I will be here for you.”

A moment later, time resumes, and he is gone, leaving behind a sparkle of blue.

Soliac, however, raises his head again with a bit of difficulty and lets out a series of soft awoo’s, already missing the warmth that was there previously. Mama and daddy quickly fill the need, but he whimpers as he slowly falls asleep at the cooings of his mama. Maybe the warmth will come back soon.

Mama ruffs softly and fingers the sudden collar and the tag. “When..? Soliac? Where did you get this?” She doesn’t feel as panicked as she should, as the collar gives off a sense of warmth and protection. “Soliac it is,” she whispers as she watches the puppy slumber peacefully.

[nargishdesire]

Soliac Autism Creature

[vapingcat]

A Matter of Time

In Which Flowers Amuse the Pup!

Summary: It wasn’t often that he was given a gift from Gahalla Themself, but really? This could prove more difficult than necessary, and he should have taken Soliac back himself when he first saw his child was taken instead of talking to his captur. Now she knows things she shouldn’t and will make his job ten times harder if people know more time magic can be learned. Perhaps it’s too late to take his child back, but it’s never too late to be there for Soliac. It would be risky, but perhaps befriending a few people could be beneficial for everyone.

^V^V^

It wasn’t often that he allowed people in his home. In fact, not many people knew of his existence to even visit, so for someone to be here… “I’d appreciate a warning next time, Azzalee,” his zilon head says, not turning around to see the minitur. “you know its not fair when you use your magic to sense me,” Azzalee replies, not moving from her spot in the doorway. “Soliac is fine, calm your psyche.”

“I already know how he is doing. I don't need you coming here every week with updates.” “oh, it’s the least I can do,” Azzalee coos.

There is a click of claws as she walks closer to him, and he turns to see Azzalee holding a bundle of orange lilies with a scatter of butterfly weeds, a seemingly random bunch, all wrapped with a yellow ribbon with his name scrawled in blue. He takes the flowers and peers at them with his signature smile firmly in place. These have to be mocking. It did, at closer inspection, have yellow spots of buttercups as well. They’re more than mocking, they’re a gift of disdain.

“Thank you!” his squaw head chirps as his tail flicks sharply, making the air around it crack like a whip. “It’ll be a lovely gift for my boy!” He picks out the buttercups and lets the rest of the hateful flowers fall to the ground. Once they fall, they blip out of existence. Holding the buttercups in his free hand, he summons a bundle of blue violets on top of them and mixes them, tying them with a light blue ribbon with Soliac’s name on it.

“There,” he whispers as his smile grows. He looks up to Azzalee as he rustles the flowers gently. “That was a brilliant idea, Azzalee, thanks again! Now, I have a bit of work to take care of, so do you mind leaving?” Azzalee raises her snout defiantly. “You know he won’t ever leave his family for someone he barely knows.” “I wonder who’s fault that is,” his chiate head growls dangerously. “Leave.” Azzalee scowls slightly. “If his daddy wants to visit, who am I to oppose?” "You couldn't keep him from me anyway, even if you wanted to," his zilon head says. "Is that a challenge I hear?" Azzalee croons. "I can already think of many ways to prevent you from coming near."

^V^V^

There was not much he could do or say as he came face to face with the young puppy. After talking to Azzalee, he had forgotten that the young puppy was out of his timeline grasp, so to see the puppy face to face was more than a surprise. Well, it was not face to face, so to say, as Soliac was only a little bit bigger than his claw and could barely reach his knee when standing on his hind legs. Soliac stares up at him with wide eyes. His form was rather unique, which was the very goal of his creator, and apparently seems to benefit him well as Soliac seems to be transfixed on him. However, therein lies the problem. It is not time for the kid to know him yet. It cannot be. The child is too young… That is the thing, however. The child is too young, and he doubted Soliac would remember him, even with his odd form. “Who are you?” Soliac squeaks. Flinching back slightly at the startle out of his reverie, he brings his chiate head down near Soliac’s level and smiles softly. “Nobody special, my boy, don't worry. I only have come to bring a gift is all.” Soliac gasps as the pretty bouquet is presented, and he starts to bounce about excitedly. “Oh! Oh! What this for?” he cries, play bowing as the flowers are set down in front of him. “A gift!” his squaw head chirps, “for a special pup like you, Soliac!” “They will never wilt, so don't fret, okay?” his zilon head continues. “Who are you?” Soliac asks again, his stormy blue eyes reflective of his own. There is a lot of energy in that kid. Lots of potential that will no doubt be taped into. “Vesser,” he says finally, unable to keep the supposed secret back for so long from someone so precious to him. “I’m your... guardian. I watch over you and make sure you’re safe.” Soliac gasps again, as if told the most magnificent and spellbinding story, which is odd, since his whole… family is made up of oddities. His mother and father are modified creatures, his chiate father shifted after heartbreak, and turish-chiate mother created in a lab. There are many others like them of different species, a mixed bag, so to speak, and yet this child is fascinated by him. Maybe it is the trio of heads. “Here,” Vesser whispers, pushing forward the set of flowers. “Give these to your mama. I’ll be back for you, my boy, just be good, okay?” “Okay!” Soliac squeals before nipping and barking at the bouquet of flowers. Taking the time to escape the labs, Vesser teleports back to his home, only to see Azzalee still standing there in the doorway. He does not say anything to her and turns back to his hall of mirrors, a million images flashing over each of them every second. It play’s Soliac’s future, and he frowns as it is blurry in many, many parts. It was rare that the future could not be seen, as the only future he could not see is his own. He stands up straighter. He could see Soliac fine enough, frolicking around the blurry area, but the fact that he could see the scene at all was a miracle, and it filled him with hope for his own future. His signature smile grows, and he chuckles softly as his chiate head turns to Azzalee with a rather dark smile. “I’d like to see you try.”