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Nayru · 08-29-2010, 07:27 PM

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Nereid. RAMBLE! WOO! 904.

The air that blew in and up from the ocean below was cooler than it had been all summer. There was no doubt that soon autumn would draped itself over the lands as the leaves, changing color swiftly, threatened to drop. The air was crisper and although Nayru had never experienced fall before she knew it was coming. It was part learned knowledge and part instinct that told her of the coming cold months, and the changing energy in the air excited her. Daylight had not even broken when she sprang from bed, unable to keep still any longer, and slipped out of the Victorian home that so many others shared, her garnet ankle making no noise as she tiptoed over the wooden floors. Free from the sturdy walls the piebald creature had turned back to regard it, and while it was perhaps no more crowded than it had been it felt smaller to her. The large house even looked smaller, and she held the image in her head as she turned west and made her way to the rocky cliffs that overlooked the ocean.

Fifty feet above the crashing waters Nayru seated herself, her back against a large tree and her sharp eyes out to the water. The past few weeks had brought a great change in the young woman and it was evident both in her manners and her quickly developing form. The girl sat with her hands resting easily on her knees and it appeared her attentions were elsewhere, yet nothing escaped the girl’s notice as soft breaths caused her transformed chest to rise and fall almost unnoticeably. Expert ears and nose alerted her to every living soul in the area, and this vigilance had been with her for many days. The foolishness she had allowed before-- sleeping in neutral lands, wandering out without protection--she wrote off as a child’s mistakes and had vowed that they wouldn’t be repeated.

Adulthood as she knew it, nine months of age and entrance into adult ranks, was only a month away, and while the fairy child had dreaded it even only two months ago, she was prepared now. Still unsure of exactly how she would serve Dahlia de Mai, the ideas were beginning to form and her plans had a rough shape now. Nayru was content with that. Possibilities and opportunities now seemed more real than ever, more tangible than they had on the day she had told Conor that she wouldn’t be able to contribute anything. Perhaps that had been childishness, but it was past and though her own unique niche still eluded her it no longer seemed impossible to find at all. No longer did she deny her stealth and silence as a valuable attribute. The wraith-like wolf knew now that she was better than most and with practice and time she could perhaps be the sliest wolf in Dahlia. Never would she be strongest, and with Cwmfen and Saluce in the ranks she wouldn’t wield weapons as expertly as they, and neither could she craft medicines and grow herbs to tend to others or make jewelry as Bris did. Yet she had something to offer. It was not just stealth. Her skills of reading and writing were nearly on par with those of her teacher Bris despite the short time in which she had learned. And her knowledge of plants was expanding, if her resolve to use them was not. And most of all she was no longer so soft.

The world was not soft, she knew this, and though Dahlia de Mai brought her serenity it was a delicate door which shut out sorrow and pain. And at times she would open it herself, choosing to immerse herself into a darker world. Of course she would return, and while speaking gaily and romping with Gideon no one knew the difference, but her thoughts were not as naive or warm as they once had been and she had learned to mask this, it did not reflect in her eyes when she looked up at the others anymore. While she still found friendship in Conor and Bris she knew life with them in the Victorian home was a dream of childhood, and when the time was appropriate, when she earned her adult rank, she would leave them. Not Dahlia. Never Dahlia. But their security and comfort was part of the child that she was slowly suffocating as the intricate femme emerged.

The plan was already in place, and mentally she was perhaps already gone from them. Several locations on the west border of the pack had been scouted and were being carefully reviewed. They had been chosen for their remoteness from Wolfville and the majority of Dahlia de Mai, but also because Nayru realized that someone needed to guard the west border. If nothing else, while she figured out her true purpose, she could do provide Dahlia that. It would lift a burden from Conor, knowing someone vigilant was always there and those who did not wish to patrol so far from their own homes would have no reason to. And so far from them she could think alone, which is what she did often, and it was what she was doing then. Images of white dream wolves floated before her and a content smile spread on her face as the first inklings of dawn began to spread on the horizon.

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Saluce Tremblay · 08-30-2010, 09:56 AM

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Saluce feelin all fatherly

Morning brought Saluce out of bed early. The behemoth gingerly crept out of bed so as to not wake it’s other occupant. Eyes softly gazed at her sleeping form as he de-tangled himself from her. Their sleep schedules where still different, they came and went so often it seemed like a poor moment to leave but as it was he was restless. Soon away from the confines of their bedroom and eventually the house he stopped by the shop, the dew that had fallen on the ground had made him slightly bicker to himself but soon the sun would be up to burn it all away. Crikets still chirped from time to time but the song birds where heralding the last vestiges of summer and even now Saluce could feel the seasons starting to shift in his bones. It would be his first fall and winter here and he didn’t know what to expect, and with a mate to take care of it all bothered him to no end.

The male had caught Nayru’s faint scent the other day, and while the sneaky girl had become quite adept at her art, it wasn’t too hard for the veteran to pick it back up. The dagger was finished and it was time to bestow it to her, and then train her how to use it with deadly efficiency. Nayru had become somewhat of a obsession to him, just a month or two ago she was so full of childhood dreams, even then though it was almost as if she was to mature for her own skin. So as he continued on his journey, the dagger in place he wondered how she had changed in the month or so it had been since he had last saw her. Saluce wasn’t sure if it was some paternal tie he had somewhat felt to her, a feeling that he had to look over her with watchful eyes, nothing really seemed to make sense to him. Everything in him was changing, he had just declared himself to a relationship, the prospect of producing children with Layla was even a pleasant if not almost enjoyable thought, and here he was thinking of Nayru as a surrogate Daughter. All somewhat different feelings for the Behemoth, Dahlia had had a weird effect on him. It seemed almost as if he was back home in Normandy, if they hadn’t have been forced to move, maybe he would have turned out different with a father figure around himself. Saluce didn’t blame his father, but never knowing him had been a burden of sorrow to him. Not to mention how he felt about looking after Gideon as well. Was he going soft? Or where these feelings, these foreign feelings heralding in his maturity. For once in his life he was happy, he loved his mate, the land was beautiful and he had settled down to create things for those who wished to have them.

So as he continued along the path toward the ocean it was that odd pelt coloring that seemed to appear in front of him as the first wisps’ of sunlight started to peak over the eastern sky behind them. Knowing all to well she would most likely have known of his arrival, even so he hadn’t taken much care to mask any sound, he simply just continued up to her, the dagger itself covered in cloth hidden from her view in his hand. “Good Morning little women” he spoke, using the nickname he had given her not so long ago. A soft warm smile encased his maw as blue orbs peered down at her wondering what the young women was thinking.

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Nayru · 08-30-2010, 11:57 AM

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500. RAWR.

Her figure stayed still as the man approached, although her ears had caught his footfalls and her nose his scent long before the masculine voice ever greeted her. When he did come into sight she turned, slowly and considered him, her crimson eyes taking in the bundle in his hands, her nose detecting the smell of another upon his pelt. Nayru neither smiled nor frowned; the fairy child only nodded her head beside him in a silent offer of seating and turned her attention back to the ocean below before her own soft voice broke the silence. “Morning Saluce.” Whether it was a good morning or not was still up in the air. There was good and bad in every morning, just as there was in every soul and Nayru knew that to be true now. Knew even if it was still true that there was worth in everyone, there were also flaws and faults and there was no escaping this.

It had been a little less than a month since she had last seen the male and the memories of that meeting still lingered. If Nayru wished she could conjure up the feelings of his hard hands about her throat, his criticism at her failing to actually attack him. A Dahlian. As if she would even harm one of her own. Yet he had not meant her harm or hurt, she knew that, and she had not avoided the male the past weeks, their paths had just not crossed for any reason. Her lack of warmth had nothing to do with hurt feelings—there were none—her silence was only due to the meditative state that held her. The colors of the day were beginning to paint the sky: streaks of yellow and orange breaking over the horizon, a soft pink clinging desperately to the point where water met sky. Her own cherry eyes took this in; she consumed the colors and felt at peace with them.

Once the fiery ball was halfway visible she broke off from the view, remembering the male who had joined her and turned to offer him a half smile. Her eyes met his and there was nothing but silent contemplation as she addressed him, the gentle music of her voice almost lost in the loud crash of the waves beneath them. “You are out quiet early.” A simple observation or perhaps just friendly chatter, Nayru wasn’t sure but she felt that the male wasn’t here to simply sit in silence with her. “The mornings are particularly lovely here, although one has to look east to see the sun. Thankfully there’s nothing blocking our view from up here .” Nayru knew that the sun's set rather than its rise was breathtaking here and the ravine or the shores of whisper beach had more splendor in the morning hours, but Nereid was her own place and even if she had to turn her neck, she preferred to watch from the cliffs than from anywhere else.

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Saluce Tremblay · 08-30-2010, 06:37 PM

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Old sap

Even now as the salt of the ocean blazed away the air of scents he could smell Layla on him. It was a weird sort of claiming that would say he was taken in a much more complete way then any wedding band could ever accomplish. Saluce watched her in silent thought before his form slid down to sit beside the fairy child. If given another time and place, maybe if he was younger he would have pursued this one but now as that object was silently placed in his lap, eyes looking out over the ocean he understood why she was being so quiet. For the most part his still foggy mind let himself drift into a haze as all of it had a marvelous effect of being soothing.

Her angelic voice broke him from his soft trance and he let a soft laugh escape his lips. His neck craned backwards to see the rising sun claiming it’s thrown before turning his head back to her. “So Nayru, how have you been? Womanhood is fast approaching for you yes?” he said in idle conversation. Saluce wanted to know really if she still felt hurt from their last encounter. The poor sap had utterly felt horrible about how he had treated her, and nothing about him really wanted her to hate him. Turning toward her that object still wrapped up he smiled softly.

“I have a gift for you Nayru, It’s a little early but it’s for your journey to adulthood. I’ve worked on it since last seeing you and honestly after that encounter I still felt bad. “the adult let his eyes slide down instead of meet hers almost in soft embarrassment.

Nayru · 08-31-2010, 03:12 PM

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Friendly questions came and Nayru recognized them for what they were, just chatter. All the same she nodded in response, her melodic voice steady and low. “Yes, I suppose I will be joining you in the adult ranks soon enough.” Was that what he had meant? Adulthood and womanhood were the same in her mind, not because she was too young to realize the difference but rather that she did not feel personally any differences between males and females. Gender or sex had never come into play for her, it had not influenced her relationships nor did it influence her emotions. Perhaps it was a developmental defect, but sexual stirrings or a preference for one form of anatomy over another had not hit the pixie. She had no preferences or desires. Nor did she think of herself as a female, that was not a status she carried with her. To be a Dahlian member was a status. Her rank was a status. But to identify as female and embrace it eluded her.

Then he pulled the bundle from his hands and Nayru regarded it carefully. When he had approached she had not imagined that it was anything to do with her, yet as he did not hand it over or unveil it her eyes showed no more curiosity than before. Instead her crimson eyes moved to his, but could not catch them as he directed them to the ground. As with the gift, the apology was unexpected but surprise did not reach her. Instead, at his near embarrassment, Nayru almost felt older than him, as if she held some knowledge he did not. There was nothing to apologize for, and the girl said so. “There’s no reason for you to feel bad.” And unable to expand on the words or offer comfort verbally she gently reached out and laid a hand upon his shoulder, a moment of silence as she observed him and then replaced her hand in her own lap.

Why did he allow guilt to plague him? Even then she had told him that she knew he meant no harm. Had her abrupt departure hurt the brute’s feelings? That perhaps he had already bonded to her and her actions could influence him so greatly confused her, but only for a moment, before she accepted it as part of her life now. Nayru knew that she had been hasty with her reaction then, but she had been younger. Although impulsive actions still took hold now and then the girl was gaining better control, becoming contemplative in all matters and her deliberate words and movements reflected this. In the future she would have to take more care not to offend Saluce, for she did not wish to cause anyone, least of all someone so kind to her, grief.

“Will you show me what you brought?” Although she lacked childish greed or desire, her voice lifted a little, appreciation for any gift bestowed on her ringing in her quiet tones, even if she knew not what the gift was.

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Saluce Tremblay · 09-02-2010, 06:57 AM

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*tickles you* because I know you hate being poked

Little Nayru was a tough nut to crack for him. Saluce could never really process or figure her out. She was drifting toward maturity faster then he would have thought. And as his eyes lifted up with a smile he could help shake a weird feeling he had. The fairy child sat there eying him, he could read that at least across her face. Was it too much to want her to really act out in a childish manner toward a gift? He almost felt let down with the look across her face. Normally such a thing would bring a barrage of questions, excitement and the inability to wait, but she seemed to have none of those emotions. If that was true would she even care about the gift?

With a gentle smile he unwrapped the dagger for her eyes to see it, hoping she would be excited. Saluce had worked very hard to make such a thing for her, and as it was unveiled he grasped it in his hands to hand it to her. “Since that day, when I watched your eyes light up when you held my father’s dagger, I knew you should have one of your own. With this comes my promise to train you on how to use it to defend, attack, to kill with. If you choose not to accept that part of this gift, the dagger will still remain yours to do as you wish with.”

Saluce never gave a such a gift to anyone without the offer of training. Without offering them the ability to learn how to use it correctly and how to not hurt themselves while learning how to use it. “After all I don’t want you hurting yourself trying to learn how to use it. I’d rather teach you then see you get hurt” The comment itself spoke volumes though, he didn’t have to add that part to it, to describe why he had offered. But what it did speak was that Saluce felt an obligation to her, to guide her if she so choose. Was it a hint at his new found paternal feelings, maybe. She was a child of Dahlia, and as a member of it himself, his obligation to the pack meant an obligation to her, even when she would be an adult.

Nayru · 09-02-2010, 11:48 AM

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BAD TOUCH! NO! Mmm describing the dagger like the photo we found, tis good? ^^ 436.

The bundle was unwrapped and Nayru was surprised to see the weapon there, she hadn’t expected such a gesture from the male. Of course he crafted weapons, but that was hard work and to make one purely as a gift for her? What reason had he to favor her so? Gingerly she reached out and grasped the handle of the blade bringing it close to her. Crimson eyes inspected the dagger, focusing first on the silvery blade and the burgundy striped handle. Fingers gently ran over the fine details of the grip and guard until ending at the pommel, a scarlet garnet glimmering there like the one Bris had set into her anklet. It matched perfectly as if the two had planned such a set of gifts, the same hue as her blood colored eyes. As she had with his father’s dagger she dug the tip into her finger until the tiny drop of blood pooled there. Turning her eyes up she beamed at the male, her ruby eyes sparkling intensely.

“Truly this is for me?” Why she so desired the blade she couldn’t quite explain, but ever since holding Saluce’s she had thought about it almost daily. She would not admit to the male that she had found heavy sticks about the same weight and had practice holding them as he had instructed her, although surely such information would have brought pride to the grizzled male’s heart. Nor would she tell him that she lusted for shedding blood in a rather unfeminine way despite her prior softness, although perhaps he better than others might understand the feeling she did not understand herself. Instead she simply clasped the gift to her, as if he might change his mind and revoke the present. “I don’t know how to thank you Saluce, this is too great of a gift.”

All the while that her eyes danced and her heart beat faster her voice was ever the beatific and tender tones, raising only a little in enthusiasm. The nuances of her voice were hard to catch, but they were present and to those who listened they expressed her emotions as clearly as her eyes which danced wildly with emotion right then. After holding the dagger for a long while, Nayru remembered herself and gained control of her facial features once more, the calm and stoic expression once more glazing over her eyes as she forcefully eased her heart rate. “Of course I will learn if you are willing to teach me.” Ever eager for knowledge and skill it was one of her childhood traits that she wouldn’t out grow.

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Saluce Tremblay · 09-05-2010, 06:37 AM

Saluce watched with a fevered focus on her. Nayru had already peeked his interest, and as such knowing how she worked would go far in being able to watch over her until such a time game where she could function on her own. If she knew any of this he wondered how she would react to her guardian angel so to speak. Still he wondered if she would even appreciate the thought he put into taking care of her, making sure she didn’t repeat the same mistakes that he had so long ago. Such mistakes could ruin a person if they weren’t strong enough to cope with them. Her eyes lit up giving her away instantly; her voice did nothing to contradict them either. Truly she still held that child in her; it was admittedly the same child he had found in himself not so long ago with Layla. Saluce had fought to bury it so long ago, to bury away the thoughts of happiness with the darker thoughts of blood and self-satisfaction.

“I take it you like it” he said reiterating what he already truly knew. She had the gift already, she just needed the right tool and now she had it. “With this and experience, no one would ever dare cross you if used correctly” he said softly. Letting a hand gently pat her shoulder. Smiling quietly to him as he looked back out to the ocean, admiring her location he sat in silence for a moment.

“Nayru” the voice almost hushed as if he was about to broach a sensitive topic. “Have you learned what I tried to teach you? Have you thought about the act I meant? To take a life? In order to truly be trained how to use that weapon you have to be sure of yourself, and be dedicated to the fact that when used it’s a weapon of death. Not a toy, not a pretty thing to adorn a dress, it’s a weapon of death, to wield it with confidence and ungodly speed, you must know and accept the acts that you can and most likely will have to do with it” He wanted her to know exactly what road she was choosing, eventually with such knowledge learned, the training and weapon there would be a time where she couldn’t debate, she would have to plunge that dagger into the heart of some demon, twist and draw their life out of their body. Saluce turned back to her with a quiet look on his face, the seriousness and danger in his eyes showing the look of a killer. He was no stranger to bloodshed; the behemoth had always never shied away from it, at times reveled in it. He almost hoped she would turn into a monster, a shining example of the new lineage to carry on his sick tradition. Another part almost hoped she would never turn down that path, didn’t want to see her suffer in her own hell.

Nayru · 09-12-2010, 05:38 PM

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Saluce became serious then but Nayru did not show any hint of concern, the indifferent expression firmly held its place, her eyes empty as they watched the male speak. Had she thought of his lesson? Was she ready to kill? Almost she didn’t want to tell him any of it. She didn’t want to tell him that she had learned to kill, for it seemed a personal matter. And what was so different from a rabbit or deer or another canine? If the fairy could take one life she could just as easily take another, she knew this to be true. And she had enjoyed it. That was the part she didn’t even admit to herself. The complete joy she had experienced at letting the life force out of another breathing creature after so long unable to follow her natural instincts of predator and prey. Part of her longed for more: more chase, more struggle, more blood. And even bigger prey. More meaningful.

Yet she only smiled oddly at him. “Taking a life won’t be a problem.” Her heart lurched but her face remained unreadable, the small odd smile slowly fading and she turned back to the dagger, her fingers constantly fondling the handle and blade. Had she lost part of herself when she had given in and taken a life? How easy it had been, how gratifying. Was she no longer the gentle, loving creature she had been? Or was it different? Truly her loyalty and love for Dahlia and the inhabitants had not faltered, and her kindness still extended out to any canine she came across. There was still good in all of them, but Nayru knew it could be buried, and she also knew now it could be ignored. She was burying and ignoring her own good. Trading it for something more dangerous. More exciting.

“When would you like to start training me?” Her question was easy but not eager, although she was prepared to start then. Cherry eyes met the male’s again, and she offered another smile, friendly this time but a little sad. Saluce didn’t know what he was helping to mold, and Nayru could never bring herself to explain it to him.

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Saluce Tremblay · 09-15-2010, 01:25 PM

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The behemoth’s features remained unchanged as he sat there contemplating his next course of action. Nayru had grown up it seemed, and he would have to train her. Those blue hues looked out at the ocean, the sun now warmly lighting their back drop, burning away the moisture on the grass. With a very adult like sigh as muscles and sinew moved to a standing position. Bones not as spry as even a year ago, everything about him seemed to ache more as he continued to keep his body in prime condition. Still it never did help ease the signs of aging even if he was just 2 and half years old. A hand was offered to help the younger up. Being a gentleman first before warrior, a smile offered as well. Did he know if he was going to create a monster? No but he hoped that in some small way the knowledge he would give her would be used as sparingly as possible. Nayru had an uncharacteristic intelligence about her so he trusted that once her training was done, when she would use her stealth and cunning in tandem with her newly found killing skills.

“We can start tomorrow if you like Nayru?”Eyes turned to hers in that moment, the brute still towered over her, the broad chest, heavily muscled arms and shoulders, all direct opposites to her lithe frame. For now at least he’d like to spend more time with her, and get to know her a bit before leaving her to cherish her dagger for the rest of the day.

“Nayru, I never heard anyone speak of your parents, or your family. Do you have any little one?” he asked politely, trying to get some answers out of the young girl. Some part of him worried she didn’t, worried that her young life had been lived without such things. It was a pity if it was true; Saluce had always known his mother and sisters. If anyone knew him better then himself his two sisters did, and constantly reminded him of that fact. If they could see him now though, he wondered what exactly they would have to say. A hand ushered for Nayru to follow him, the behemoth needed to walk to keep his limbs from going stiff on him, needed to move so he could get ready for the day ahead.

“I’d like to get to know you more Nayru, so I can help you if you ever need anything. I also don’t want you to know the pain I felt when I felt my soul being ripped apart because of my own two hands. So if for nothing else, I feel a duty to make sure that your path doesn’t lead toward ruin Nayru” that would have to be the extent of his paternal feelings for her. Saluce wasn’t her father but he was her elder and would most likely rank up in the pack as a leader so for now the grey wolf simply decided to have a more working relationship with her.

Nayru · 09-16-2010, 01:16 PM

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Cherry eyes stared at the male a moment before accepting his hand and rising. It was the same gesture that Aro had made when he escorted her home. Increasingly she could sense protectiveness from males that lacked in females and it had puzzled her at first. Yet Nayru had come to accepted it as part of who they were, and she could act the part they wanted her to, even if she had never felt the need for a helping hand. Like a lady she rose and smiled a thanks to Saluce before turning her eyes back to the ocean, “Tomorrow is a fine day to start training. ” Her melodic voice floated back over her shoulder to the male, and she stayed staring into the bright blue waters just at the horizon. The thought of wielding the dagger with the skill Saluce had, the idea of using what Larkspur had taught her in conjunction, the power she would have made her dizzy. The overwhelming compulsion to hurl herself off the cliff came, but it passed within moments and Saluce’s next question cause her to turn and look back at the beast.

“I have Conor and Bris. And Gideon.” Her face was warm but puzzled, as if to question “Why ask that? You already know them.” Of course Nayru knew that the male meant her family from before, but they did not exist anymore. It was only the Dahlians and the purposeful confusion upon Nayru’s face let the male know that. Conor and Bris were not parents quite, older siblings perhaps, guardians certainly, but friends also. And Gideon was simply her best friend, despite their splitting personalities. More than that it was all of Dahlia who molded her, who she cared for. It was as if the pack was one entity that sustained all her needs, there wasn’t anything beyond that.

His request to know her was a strange one. Aro too had questioned too deeply for her comfort, but she accepted it with practice grace and nodded, as if to comply. Yet she knew how to tell the truth without answering questions, and she knew when to stop talking as well. Saluce could be privy to her personal life to a point, if that was what he wished for, but there were many bits of information she kept solely to herself. He wished to protect her, so he said, and the fairy child would allow the male to do as he wished so long as it never interfered with her own plans, whether they lead her into ruin or not. “What more do you wish to know?”

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Saluce Tremblay · 09-22-2010, 01:42 AM

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The birds where singing the end of spring as they walked, crickets still chirped even as the sun heralded their time to escape back into the quiet under growth. The morning was shaping up to be a beautiful one as the older male walked with his protégé. Her answers did not appease him, no if he was going to train her he wanted to know what sort of beast he was giving the keys to before he had to go deal with them if they acted up. Those cold orbs wandered off at the landscape for the moment, his silence expressing his slight displeasure. With a soft audible sigh he continued walking before breaking the silence again.

“If I teach you Nayru, I must know you. I will not train someone without knowing them. Else I run the risk of training a monster that I later have to deal with personally.” His words spoke volumes, it mean he expected her to act accordingly if she learned how to work that dagger; it also meant if she messed up she would answer to him. That fact itself was the threat.

“And I don’t like having to find my apprentices and meter out punishment for their transgressions, makes me rather irritable and not much for bullshit”, Saluce let his hands clasp behind his back as he walked. If this was going to work then he would no longer treat her as a child, or young adult, he’d treat her as a warrior, and as such she would be expected to act accordingly.

“First rule Nayru, Never kill anyone that is not in self defense. Unless in times of war. Second, you shall never gloat or make others feel meaningless because of your abilities. Third, Respect your superiors in the pack and allies of the pack. Never start conflict that would cause shame or repercussions between perspective pack members or between packs. If you break these rules, I will see to it personally that you are reprimanded for the breach in protocol. “ Saluce was as serious as he had been in a long time, seemingly able to turn it on and off at will. Those eyes never once looked at Nayru as he spoke; this was part of her training. If she didn’t respect him then she wouldn’t get far.

“I suspect you won’t give me much trouble. But please, continue about yourself. What you plan to do and anything else you’d like to speak of. You do not need to be guarded with me because nothing will ever be repeated between you and I. You have my word” he continued to walk. Knowing that he probably wouldn’t get much out of her, his mind already contemplating just how much she hid from him and that much worried him.

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Don’t worry. Got (some of) my homework done also. 404

The male spoke at length but they were words Nayru did not need to hear. She knew Saluce’s will already, he wanted to be inside her head, but that was impossible. Yet never did a flicker of disrespect cross her face, she listened, took it all in and bowed her head at the end of his speech, a sad smile upon her lips. Did he know the fairy child’s personality so little that he felt he needed to say so much? “You do know me. This is all that I am. Right here before you. I am of Dahlia, and that is all. ” Did he resent her for keeping her past life from him? Couldn’t he realize that they, whoever they had been, were now irrelevant? Any ties that had been strung between her and her biological family had long been severed. Dahlia de Mai was mother, father and sibling to her.

“You will not have to clean up after my messes because I won’t make any.” Nayru did not feel embarrassed that he spoke to her so, but her sweet voice was firm and steady. Nayru had never gloated or bragged in her life, nor had she ever dreamed of disrespecting anyone. Perhaps his words were simply precautionary, but the idea of her breeching any of his rules went against her very core. Could she kill? Probably she could and would, but would it ever be outside of defense of her own being or Dahlia de Mai? Nayru couldn’t see that far, but she knew that even without his warnings the other transgressions would never become reality. It was simply not who she was. Harm would never come to Dahlia de Mai or any of its members at her hands.

“Truly Saluce, I only wish to serve Dahlia as best as I may. I don’t think there is anything I wish to tell you other than that. I wish you to train me so I can serve Dahlia de Mai better. If this reason displeases you, I could make up another, but I would be lying to you then. Something I don’t wish to do.” It was the same promise she had given Conor, and wasn’t it enough that she had already devoted and dedicated her heart, soul and body to Dahlia de Mai? What more did they want to know about the fey that they couldn’t see with their own eyes?

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Nayru · 09-30-2010, 02:29 PM

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417. Nayru is NO FUN. ever.

Nayru moved along beside him then, simply complying with the male’s desire to walk and talk. A she had given herself fully to Larkspur when he had taken her under his wing, so she did with Saluce, waiting patiently for directions or release from his shadow. It seemed however that he simply wished to continue conversing and so Nayru moved along, a step behind him, and soaked in his words, her own angelic voice barely audible as usual when she did speak. “You do not seem so old Saluce, what three, four years at most?” Truly a year was short and three of them not much longer in the grand scheme, though it seemed ironic that her, who had not even hit one year, could say as much. Yet Nayru knew that the Luperci could live much longer, and that Saluce suffered from pains now cast a sad shadow for him in the future.

As he spoke she rolled her joints, fresh and unpained, and wondered it truly training would devastate them so. Nayru did not doubt that there would be more stress upon her body, but she was not built as Saluce. Her frame was small and thin, her step light and fast, and her bones would not suffer the fate of support weight such as Saluce’s. Even if the aches came, she would just suffer them silently. Nayru knew, if anything, how to be silent. A ghost at times even, present among the Dahlians but just out of earshot or eye sight, and so often did she exist as this and they never knew. Nayru smiled to herself, a private smile, knowing better than anyone that she could endure most anything without a word of protest or complaint.

Nayru’s crimson eyes narrowed a bit, the terminology Saluce used to poke fun at himself was unfamiliar to her. Pansy was a flower, she knew, and so did he mean he was delicate like one? She did not match his smile or laughter, though she knew that she could have. In most social situations she would play the part, laugh when expected, smooth all paths, and she was perfectly capable of molding and monitoring those situations, but with Saluce she did have to. With Dahlians she knew well enough she could be herself, and so in her simple and serious tone, so sweet and soft, she simply murmured. “You know there are plants we could collect to help with your joints, ease the aches if you wished.”

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Saluce Tremblay · 10-03-2010, 08:10 PM

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He offered only a small smile to Nayru’s suggestion. Saluce knew her well enough to know that she was being nice, and pleasant. That was all that really mattered, she wasn’t going to laugh with him, or play around much. Those days seemed like they where over for her. So he just nodded with a smirk before continuing to walk. Stretching exercises usually freed him of the problems with his joints and muscles locking up, or being sore. It really was all a product of his lifestyle, he ran, fought, did everything at full speed, no heed paid to his body, and now he was starting to feel the effects. Now it seemed he was going to have to take much more care of his body so he could keep himself going or else he’d succumb to other problems that could take him out of service.

“Pain helps me remember from mistakes, also helps me move forward. This pain reminds me that I am not immortal, that I need to take more care of myself. You’ll deal with pain in your own way, mental and physical Nayru. I still suffer from more mental pain then anything.”He was referencing that moment when he had killed an innocent, killed a previous lover of his, the time when his sins had came back to haunt him. Even now he still wrestled with those demons. Sometimes at night he’d have to leave his home of love with Layla because of the dreams he’d have, except the face of the female was Layla’s. He’d leave to just clear his head, cry in solitude, and fight his demons. But no one knew, not even Layla, he assumed maybe she had suspected something but he hadn’t had the nerve to explain anything to her.

“I pray they you will never have to see those eyes. I was in a battle once, and at the end of it all, when the victims of my swords where scattered around me, that sound triggered a response, an automatic muscle reflex that sent my dagger flying, into the throat of my then Loved one. Those eyes burned into me then. My sins had finally caught up with me, one could say it was her fault for approaching, but really and truly it was me. I lost myself in that battle, lost my head, and I somehow know you are mentally stronger but still the threat remains to you Nayru.” His voice had grown a bit sorrow filled, those events where the reasons he was here now. Outcast and ushered off to keep from being beheaded. But now his so called punishment was turning out to be a make shift paradise. Now he was just worried that bringing his skills with him, training and teaching a young wolf in his ways wouldn’t help bring death back to these lands at his hands.

Nayru · 10-07-2010, 12:22 AM

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Sorry so short. blah. 310.

The behemoth was open with her, or perhaps that was just his way, but the fairy child fell into silence as the confession of past sins came forth. Saluce seemed certain that Nayru would encounter pain of all types, and on this she did not disagree, but he also felt that she would struggle to deal with them. Whether she would or not Nayru could not say, but the male suffered and he was sharing that suffering with her now. Although she had not asked, he told her, and Nayru knew, as when Gideon confided in her, she must be sensitive and give her full attention. This was not hard to do, for ever since her earliest age Nayru had been socially mature, always polite and compassionate, even before she had ever recognized the reason for these skills. Her gentle face turned toward him as he spoke, crimson eyes thoughtful.

“That surely must be a struggle to deal with, even to this day.” The almost woman hated to state the obvious but she was buying time. So rarely did others speak of such heavy-hearted issues with her, it was far easier to remain stoic with lighter matters. In one of her rare displays of affection Nayru laid her hand upon his arm. Rather than pull it away almost immediately, as was her custom even with Bris and Conor, she prolonged the experience, noting the warmth of his blood pulsing beneath skin. “No action is ever wasted if we can learn from it, and if it does not benefit you surely your experience will benefit me and my training, if that gives you any comfort.”

Withdrawing her hand she kept her eyes upon the man, hoping that he felt at least some comfort or purpose right then. If she could provide him than her existence right then was not in waste.

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