fight the break of dawn

Saul Stormbringer · 04-12-2012, 09:27 AM

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If I had words to make a day for you,

I'd give you a morning, golden and true.

I would make this day last for all time,

Give you a night deep in moonshine.

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11th April 2012 . 3.30pm . Wolfville . Lupus Form

Often, life had a way of turning one on one's head, a complete overhaul that made no sense to anyone. The coming, and going, of his birthday uncelebrated had caused Saul to think about everything that had happened to him in the last year. When he actually thought about it, this time last year, Dahlia de Mai had still been alive, as had Conor, however loosely tied to the pack he was at that point. Ascher and Shiloh had just gone missing, the snowstorm back in February spreading his family back and forth. Dahlia had been in such confusion then, even with him and Nayru trying to keep everything together. As well as confusion in the pack, Saul had been trying to come to terms with his changing feelings for Siku. It was strange, how thinking of her no longer caused a stab of pain in his gut, or his chest. She was gone from these lands, she wasn't coming back any time soon. She had been a childhood crush that he'd gotten over quickly once he had better things to be thinking about and using his time on, like his son. Temeraire's spirits had greatly improved over the last few weeks, with Bran and Niernan's arrival giving him others to play with. The surprise had come from a howl a few days ago, revealing Ezra and Elias to him. Teme had been over the moon at his friends return, and Saul hadn't seen much of the boys since.

He'd woken this morning with a fierce desire in his chest. He was so close to his old home that he could almost smell it, yet he hadn't thought to go back there. Dahlia had held such fun memories, but he also recognised that should he return, there would be nothing like there was when it had existed. There might be a few relics there, and Saul supposed the cabin he'd built would still be there also. He'd risen early, exiting his hut and sighing as his gaze was immediately drawn to the closed opening of Lilin's hut. He'd submerged himself in the lakes water, washing away the previous days grime and dirt. Now that they had settled here, at least for the moment, Saul had spent the previous day trying to find a strong enough source of sap to cover their huts and make them waterproof, as well as plan something for Ezra and Elias, who needed a home too. It had been a long day, and the stress bundled his muscles together uncomfortably. His run was especially important to him today.

Creamy paws thundered eagerly as he moved through the trees of the Dampwoods. His mind, as it usually did when he ran, shut off and he ran without thinking. It wasn't until his eyes began to pick up familiar swathes of trees and landmarks that he came to a stop, panting softly. He'd run all the way to the lands of former Dahlia de Mai, without fully realising it. Now here, curiosity razed his body and he moved without thinking once more. Were the ruins of their Victorian home still in Wolfville? Was Saluce's shops remains still there, burnt to the ground after a fire? He had no idea, but he had every intention of finding out. Green eyes were shimmering with tears as paws stepped onto the cracked and broken road that ran through Wolfville, nostalgia and de ja vu weighing heavy on him as he moved towards his first proper home, the tree that had smashed into it and destroyed most of it still laying against the structure.

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