We'll fill the open air

Bangle Guffawri · 08-01-2011, 11:59 AM

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All welcome! This is a pack celebration thread set in the heart of Thornbury, so there's no posting order. Backdated to June 28th, right around sunset.

Word Count → 455

The depression that had settled in was worse than the craftsman had imagined. It was something he hadn't expected when he returned home, many days and nights ago, walking along Jack's slowly trotting form. Bangle remembered when Skye had run out to greet them, but did not find their son in the coywolf's arms. There was no trace of him anywhere, not a tuft of fur, a drop of blood, or a hint of that cackle in the air. He was gone.

Ever since that day, Bangle regretted coming back to the pack empty handed. He promised his mate to find their missing son, but came back without a hint to where Nathaniel had gone. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the look on her face when he spout the awful string of words that night to her, in the heat of the argument. And ever since then, he vowed to himself to spend more time with his two remaining children.

Presently, as the sun slowly nestled into the mountains, turning into dark orange colors and casting long shadows over the land, Bangle prepared. He hadn't really given the news to Skye or anyone else what he was up to, except for his two bounding pups that played nearby. The pack was due for another celebration - to enjoy laughter, love, and life. A small part of him hoped it would make Skye truly forgive him for his actions, and for days the craftsman prepared the feast, the decorations, and the large fire pit.

The scene was impressive for the only few days Bangle had spent on it. Logs from dead tree stumps were littered around the large area in Thornbury, hauled in with the help of Jack. The fire pit stood in the very center, already blazing before the night sky settled. A long wooden table held all of the finest meats that the former gypsy could put over a fire, with other fruits and vegetables that Bangle was able to tell were edible. He'd laugh as he watched Robert and Erzulie attempt to reach the tall table, and as one sibling piled onto another their efforts fell short.

"C'mere yeh lil' minions," He said to the pair, and they bound to him as he sat on a log, where his painted lute rested. Grabbing a pup each under his arm, he looked at each in turn. "This'll be yer first pack celebration, yeh wanna 'elp call mom n' the others?" Each nodded vigorously, joy in their young eyes and their large ears standing proudly atop their heads. Bangle drew back his head, and let out a long drawn out howl, followed in turn by his pups' small and underdeveloped ones.

Image courtesy of Dan Zen@Flickr; table template by the Mentors!

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