Post by Dandead10 on Jun 29, 2017 17:17:33 GMT -5
Now, when Dan had asked rather incredulously if Papa had killed the captain, the toy simply nodded his head downward as silence filled the room at the mention of a murder. Papa and Mama’s heads were lowered. She was already informed, and he wasn’t proud of what he did. Likely Dan would be having mixed or negative feelings upon knowing that Papa was a murderer. That made it all the more surprising when Dan had...thanked him. The fatherly toy looked up at the womanly man in front of him before giving a nod of recognition. Now, mama had then inquired about residence, a safer residence to be exact.
“Getting your things may be hard. Considering the fact that you both likely rushed to save us, it could be possible that your things were stolen from you.” She felt that it was important to mention this as it was a possibility. Mama toy didn’t overlook too many things. What happened previously and getting kidnapped was one of those few events that she didn’t foresee. It was then that Dan had mentioned getting the marines getting involved in the whole matter in order to get their things back, and then papa took the moment to think about it. “Is it possible that you could possibly get paid more for giving these lawbringers a tip? If that’s the case perhaps we could buy an apartment or something of that matter.”
When the small mink child awoke from her slumber, she saw the people she cared about most in the entire world in front of her and that made all the more difference as she loved them all. That’s exactly why she felt so bad for putting all of them through so much trouble. Both of her papas had to come save her, and if it wasn’t for her, her mama would never have been kidnapped in the first place. It was all her fault and it was because she was stupid! That made her bawl out crying as she felt that she was a bad person. No, she WAS a bad person! She cried out to apologize only to suddenly feel a hand brush on her shoulder as she slowly looked up to see Dan, but he didn’t look mad. Myla cringed as she tried to curl up and look small. She was prepared to get chastised, hit, anything negative. However, she didn’t expect Dan to...comfort her again.
He said that she hadn’t done anything wrong and yet her heart hurt so bad. He said it was the slaver’s fault but it was her fault for existing and being so valuable to them in the first place! He said that she didn’t need to worry about them ever hurting her again. She shook like a candle in the wind as her big, cerulean, wide eyes look up into Dan’s eyes filled to the very brim with tears as snot ran down her muzzle. The dam was threatening to break when he said that she was a precious daughter and that no matter what...Dan, Mama, and Papa would always be there for her. The dam broke as she cried out louder than she had in years as she felt herself being hugged. She wrapped her arms around the effeminate bounty hunter and her toy parents as she cried out in a heat of emotions. “U-WAAAAAAAH! MAMA! PAPA! D-DAN! I LOVE YOU!” She buried her face into all three of them at once somehow, drowning their clothes/fur in her tears. They sat there like that for what seemed like an eternity which in reality was nearly fifteen minutes before she couldn’t cry anymore. She was calming down as she sniffled and hiccupped with a soft furry toy paw caressing her back. Another hand lightly squeezed the scruff of her neck. That always helped to calm her down.
"Say, Myla. How would you like to travel around? We could go to a lot of different places and see a lot of interesting things, eat lots of yummy food and meet many different people. Oh! When I think about it, how about we go and visit my parents? That would be your grandparents. I'm sure they would just love to meet you! Would you like that?
But first of all... shall we go and get some food?" Little Myla had wiped at her eyes as she bit her torn lip slightly before slowly speaking in a somewhat happy voice despite still shivering from her crying outburst. “I-I think I would like that Papa Dan. Mama? Papa? Would that be okay if we go with Papa Dan to Gamma and Gampa?” She sounded insecure and she sniffled one more time before wiping her eyes with her balled fists. Both toys looked at each other, Dan, and then to Myla before they smiled and said in unison, “Myla. We think that’s just fine.” Thus...began the journey between the story of a Chinchilla Witch, her two toys, and a womanly, manly bounty hunter.
“Getting your things may be hard. Considering the fact that you both likely rushed to save us, it could be possible that your things were stolen from you.” She felt that it was important to mention this as it was a possibility. Mama toy didn’t overlook too many things. What happened previously and getting kidnapped was one of those few events that she didn’t foresee. It was then that Dan had mentioned getting the marines getting involved in the whole matter in order to get their things back, and then papa took the moment to think about it. “Is it possible that you could possibly get paid more for giving these lawbringers a tip? If that’s the case perhaps we could buy an apartment or something of that matter.”
When the small mink child awoke from her slumber, she saw the people she cared about most in the entire world in front of her and that made all the more difference as she loved them all. That’s exactly why she felt so bad for putting all of them through so much trouble. Both of her papas had to come save her, and if it wasn’t for her, her mama would never have been kidnapped in the first place. It was all her fault and it was because she was stupid! That made her bawl out crying as she felt that she was a bad person. No, she WAS a bad person! She cried out to apologize only to suddenly feel a hand brush on her shoulder as she slowly looked up to see Dan, but he didn’t look mad. Myla cringed as she tried to curl up and look small. She was prepared to get chastised, hit, anything negative. However, she didn’t expect Dan to...comfort her again.
He said that she hadn’t done anything wrong and yet her heart hurt so bad. He said it was the slaver’s fault but it was her fault for existing and being so valuable to them in the first place! He said that she didn’t need to worry about them ever hurting her again. She shook like a candle in the wind as her big, cerulean, wide eyes look up into Dan’s eyes filled to the very brim with tears as snot ran down her muzzle. The dam was threatening to break when he said that she was a precious daughter and that no matter what...Dan, Mama, and Papa would always be there for her. The dam broke as she cried out louder than she had in years as she felt herself being hugged. She wrapped her arms around the effeminate bounty hunter and her toy parents as she cried out in a heat of emotions. “U-WAAAAAAAH! MAMA! PAPA! D-DAN! I LOVE YOU!” She buried her face into all three of them at once somehow, drowning their clothes/fur in her tears. They sat there like that for what seemed like an eternity which in reality was nearly fifteen minutes before she couldn’t cry anymore. She was calming down as she sniffled and hiccupped with a soft furry toy paw caressing her back. Another hand lightly squeezed the scruff of her neck. That always helped to calm her down.
"Say, Myla. How would you like to travel around? We could go to a lot of different places and see a lot of interesting things, eat lots of yummy food and meet many different people. Oh! When I think about it, how about we go and visit my parents? That would be your grandparents. I'm sure they would just love to meet you! Would you like that?
But first of all... shall we go and get some food?" Little Myla had wiped at her eyes as she bit her torn lip slightly before slowly speaking in a somewhat happy voice despite still shivering from her crying outburst. “I-I think I would like that Papa Dan. Mama? Papa? Would that be okay if we go with Papa Dan to Gamma and Gampa?” She sounded insecure and she sniffled one more time before wiping her eyes with her balled fists. Both toys looked at each other, Dan, and then to Myla before they smiled and said in unison, “Myla. We think that’s just fine.” Thus...began the journey between the story of a Chinchilla Witch, her two toys, and a womanly, manly bounty hunter.