your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-02-2011, 10:23 AM

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Date: March 4th.

Setting: Chebucto Peninsula, on the edge of Halifax.

Time: Afternoon.

Character Form: Alaine is in Optime form, the three pups (two of which are three weeks old, one of which is 6 weeks old) are in Lupus form. The horse is in horse form.

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It was a risky move, taking the children out of the Cour des Miracles packland, and one that had troubled Alaine for quite some time. However, Princess and her mate, Haven, were not always around the babysit the three pups - At such times that she could not remain in the Chien Hotel, it then became imperative that the colliewoman be able to take her hybrid spawn with her.

So on this lazy afternoon, amidst a gentle and silent forest, the beautiful woman had bundled her two bloodchildren in blankets and settled their growing forms in saddlebags attached to the leather straps and the pommel of her riding gear. Normally, the healer would have ridden bareback, for on the rotund mare which carried her there was little added benefit by the fickle leather thing. But now it was essential for carting Elvira and Elijah throughout the slowly defrosting landscape.

The oldest, her adopted Odette, sat tediously perched over the saddle in front of her. Alaine's ivory arms held the girl in place, and she seemed to think it the most exciting adventure of her young life. Although Odette had come to her on the mountain, the Apothecary had immediately taken her in as kin, and now saw no difference between her and the other two children in her heart.

There was, of course, a difference - That being parentage. What the almost month-old pups had that differed to the almost two-month-old child was the thick and tainted blood of the King of Inferni, the warrior-priest himself; Gabriel.

She had not thought of him in a long while - Tried not to, because the thoughts often led to stray fears that crept upon her in the dark hours of night. Him, of raven hair and calloused palm and hot breath and gentle touch; Sometimes it pained her to look into the open eyes of her daughter Elvira, and see the same piercing amber gaze. Vira was much alike her father in many ways. Proud and strong, she dominated over the other two pups as a natural leader. There was fire in her eyes, and Alaine grieved to think that she might suffer the same pains in power and control as her father had, and did.

The youngest of the three, inferior to his sister by mere minutes, was Elijah. He was a confusing creature, with coyotelarge ears and a scrawny, wiry frame. Smart, yes - Very. But constantly lost to a world that only his blue eyes could see. It frustrated the mother that her son seemed so vacant, when his sister was so sturdily rooted to the reality of her life.

The broodmare stumbled slightly, pulling Alaine from her thoughts enough to provide some absent clucking to the animal, and a gentle directional tug on otherwise slack reins. She was by no means an experienced rider, but Nana was such a placid and generally steady beast that skill was not required to utilize her as a means of transport. Odette whined in her arms, and the cream and ivory woman soothed her daughter with a soft croon, before setting cool emerald eyes to the trail again.

She sought a particular place, a place where bramble grew and concealed from her the fresh-growing winter aconites that would provide some substance for her flu remedy. Perhaps, on finding such a copse, the Apothecary might be lucky enough to find the remaining clumps of witch hazel to have survived the winter's bite. She was not particularly hopeful, but sometimes luck favoured those who thought to seek the spiky plant.

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