NOTHING BUT FLOWERS

Razekiel Lykoi · 06-30-2011, 07:45 PM

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Founding thread! Everyone who hasn't posted in the pack threads yet can post here, as well as anyone else who already has that wants to! ^_^ Predated for July 1.

As planned, they met by noonday.

Razekiel himself had plenty to pack up; though a vagrant that carried little, what he possessed he cherished deeply. Flowers, joints, beads — they were replaceable, able for substitution. The charms and bracelets once crafted by Ocean Flower, or the guitar gifted to him by Aube de Musique, were hardly things he would risk leaving behind. His memories were trapped within, making themselves known only in the clatter of the charms' beads or in the strumming of the instrument's strings. He relished each sound, each memory that encompassed his vagrant lifestyle, now shifting suddenly to that of a leader. The coyote knew no fear, and with a smile embracing the smoking joint between his teeth, the prince breathed in the summer sun and wind deep into his lungs, the last to arrive at their meeting point: a carved tree that bent sideways in its luxurious home midway between Phoenix Valley and Dahlia de Mai, just outside the Sugarwoods.

Alongside horses borrowed temporarily from AniWaya to aid in the move, Dahlians and Valleymen stood together awkwardly, awaiting his arrival, but even Nayru smiled her cherry eyes at him in his approach. They would learn to mingle, learn to act as a family, a living machine beneath the gaze of the Great Mother. To see them together, what possessions they had in tow, brought the coyote great pride, evidenced by the grand grin that graced his hazy, sun-warmed features. Their expressions did not match, not at all; they were afraid, terrified to leave their homes perhaps. Razekiel knew moving from one place to another well — his soon-to-be family did not. "Ichika will be a home for all of us," he said after his first initial greetings, compassion behind his rose-tinted spectacles. "It will never replace Dahlia de Mai or Phoenix Valley in our hearts, no... but maybe it'll serve just as well, man. Let's start beatin' feet, dudes and dudettes; we got a right long trip ahead of us."

And with that, those that would come to found Ichika no Ho-en, alongside he and Nayru, departed the Sugarwoods. With sad eyes they might watch Phoenix Valley, or what had been the cyclops' lands, as it passed beside and behind them. Winds brought the scent of coyotes from the west at times; when they reached the mountains hours later, Anathema lay strong in the breeze. The dark, mildly chaotic and underground pack would soon be their closest neighbors, but Razekiel did not fear the proximity — nor did he fear declaring the bravado to those that followed him. They would be brothers and sisters as well, but of a different packland; Ichika would be of no harm or danger to they, and as he encouraged the ex-Dahlians and Valleymen, Anathema would surely remain in peace as long as their lands were not trespassed upon nor their agreements for peace betrayed.

Thanks to the summer hours, the sun set late upon them as they neared the height of the mountains, warm weather and bright skies aiding their way. As he had brought Nayru there what felt like just days before, Razekiel paused at the mountain's apex and opened his arms to the land that lay before them — Ichika no Ho-en, under a red-hot veil of the setting sun, in its lazy incline down the side of the mountain to the coastline. All that lay in their gaze was nothing short of beautiful, easily putting the marvelous Phoenix Valley to shame. Allowing the birds to serenade them, Razekiel smiled upon his members. "Here we are: Ichika no Ho-en," he beamed, though exhaustion lingered in his eyes. The trip had taken a majority of the day, and with the sun nearly set in the west, he wasted no time.

"Breathe it in, man, that's Ichika," Razekiel grinned, heaving a deep breath himself before straightening his glasses.

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