would you take my candlelight?

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-06-2011, 01:02 AM

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OOC: For Micki, set on November 15th. :]

About a week and a few days, give or take, had pasted since that fateful meeting with Zalen. The male had helped him find a den near his own territory, a little alcove that rested under a tree, though it was only a temporary home. Soon, as Mordecai thought with renewed eagerness, he and the ebony wolf will be moving north to make a new pack, which they probably discussed every time he ran into the other. He could not wait for Zalen to announce that the time was ripe and the moment able to be seized, but thus far it seemed to be quite a ways off, so the impatient teen took to wondering around the Dampwoods in his spare time. He thought about traveling a bit farther south, but the idea that if he left the area for too long, he might miss his friend’s decision to move north, and he wanted to hear the news as soon as possible, so he only had a limited range to poke his nose into.

He had soon pasted through the clearing where he met Zalen, and continued on through, trotting at a moderate pace. He had treaded the same path not so long ago, and small landmarks were becoming familiar, so Mordecai went along at a lax speed; seeing the same background was a little dull, but he would live for now. Nothing was out of place as well, which made it less interesting for the de Fonte. No different odors, no change in the vegetation aside from that they plants looked more recoiled from the slowly cooling air. He sighed through his nose and continued, ears perked in case they could catch any entertaining sound besides the periodic chirps of the birds.

After about a solid half hour of aimlessly walking, Mordecai settled down on his haunches underneath a naked tree, its branches like skeletal fingers reaching to grip the sky. He just sat and listened for a moment, but again nothing was different, the same old bird calls floating on the wind. He did not even notice, but he had begun to doze off, eyes slowly scrunching and well on their process to close.[/html]

Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-06-2011, 02:05 AM

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She hasn't noticed her slight weight gain XD... bah I keep forgetting her arm is broken so I've edited a bit.

Saxif’s mind had been quiet as of late, the journey home was rather peaceful. A soft smile settled upon her face as her faithful steed trotted beneath her. The time away had been many things, frightening, trying, calming but consistently emotional. Her heart beat more steadily now and a soft tune was humming in her throat. She felt slightly nauseated from the light breakfast of rabbit which left her slightly confused cause it had been a fresh catch. The thought quickly left her mind when she noticed a fresh trail.

She halted JagerMeister (the large blonde horse) and hopped from his back. She knelt and took a light sniff of the soil. Saxif smiled lightly, her senses and awareness had been improving since she left these lands. Before her journey her mind would have been filled with distraction until she ran into the male wolf. She tied the large brute of a horse to a tree and took her bow strapping it across her back. She felt she would not need it and didn't even know if she could use it yet with the splinted limb but one could never be underprepared. Her arm was less bothersome but feeling trapped in the two legged form still felt maddening, she wanted to run at her top speed but time would continue to drag if she wanted to keep the strength in her arm. Refocused on the curious task at hand she set on the trail and not long she found the male beneath the bare tree.

She adored the signs of winter now. She knew her coat was growing thicker and just slightly paler to match the coming terrain. Her steps had been silent and slow when she noticed the darker male's closing eyes. She smiled at the thought of a prank but decided against it since the male had not been one she met before. So she let out a soft howl keeping her distance as a precaution. Hi there. She smiled politely her tongue narrowly lolling out of her maw as she crouched to match his lowered posture. She could tell he was near her age which set her in an even more positive impression she always felt much more comfortable with her peers.

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-06-2011, 11:48 AM

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He probably would have saw the woman, being in optime and sticking out like a yellow daisy in a field of green, but his eyelids were already more than halfway closed and was not focused on what he saw or heard. But, as the girl let her presence be known, Mordecai jerked awake, fumbling backwards into the tree in surprise. He gave a vigorous shake of his head, and turned green eyes still round in astonishment to the wolf who greeted him. The teen was even more startled to see that the stranger was crouching on two legs, and for a moment, he thought back to the rumors of Luperci that enslaved feral wolves and felt a rush of fear. But, he made himself calm down, knowing that if she really wanted to take him away, should would not have awoken him, and by the smile on her face, she did not look the type to spirit away canines.

“Hey,” the dark boy replied back after composing himself, though he still regarded the girl with wariness. He noticed that her foreleg—arm, whatever they called it—was covered and splinted, and guessed that she was injured, and settled down a bit more once he realized that fact, seeing her less and less as a threat. “Name’s Mordecai,” he continued, “What’re doing out here?” Usually, he was not this upfront, but his curiosity got the best of him; he wondered if she was on a junket, or if she was searching for something or doing some sort of business trip.

He blinked as he noticed that perhaps he was being a tad bit too blunt, and quickly added, “Ah! Sorry, I did not mean to seem rude. Just wondering, you know? What’s your name?” Formalities, maybe, could ease the tension of sudden situation for the adolescent.
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Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-07-2011, 04:39 PM

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Bleh this one sucks a bit

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Saxif chuckled lightly at the male’s reaction. It’s quite alright Mordecai, it is a perfectly fair question when one is startled. My name is Saxif, Saxif Goldenfeather and I am merely coming home from a bit of a journey. My den is that way but I thought I’d visit a friend to the North, so my destination still isn’t clear yet. Just enjoying the day and the woods you might say. She pointed in the direction of Arachnea’s Revenge where she lived near her friend Zalen.

Then pointed to the Northern pack where another lived in a more modern shelter. She would have stayed in Anathemea with him but she missed the natural lifestyle she had grown up with. She also enjoyed the freedom and talking with the ebony male that they unknowingly shared common interest in. Little did she know Zalen was making plans that would excite the girl. And yourself, where do you hail from? She bounced her thighs slightly before standing and approaching the male with friendly posture. She sat near him allowing him the choice to approach in return as she sniffed the air. He didn’t seem to have a distinct smell yet which either meant he was new to the land or living nearby.

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-08-2011, 07:57 PM

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OOC: N'aaw, I like your post. Don't put down on it. [:

Mordecai was glad that Saxif did not take his at-first snappish worlds to heart. He truly was not a hostile wolf, but his suspicions, and quite frankly, a minor fear of the unusual, made his tongue speak sharp. Still, he felt a little chagrin as the fae lightly chucked at his reaction at her appearance, though he did not voice his humiliation nor defended himself. “You live in a den?” he questioned, his words filled with honest curiosity as he viewed the Goldenfeather with new eyes. “I thought… Well, I thought two-leggers like to live in houses and stuff. I never really heard of one living in a den, as if a cozy niche is too below them,” he explained with a huff of annoyance at his last statement; he never understood why some Luperci lived in half-destroyed nests, but then again, he understood little of their ways.

The female directed the conversation back to the boy, and as he thought of his own reply, he watched her approach closer. By now, he felt no need to feel suspicions for her, and not looking to hurt her feelings, trotted closer himself and sat about two feet away from her, which was close enough for two strangers conversing. “I came from the south, really south,” he murmured. “I do not know if the place still has a name to it, but it is about a good two month’s journey from here, if that means anything.” He then added, since he thought it was related to his response, “And I’m planning on joining a pack soon—well, not really joining, but helping to make one.” He decided not to go on further unless she asked; Mordecai did not want to bore the girl with a talk she might think mundane.
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Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-09-2011, 05:45 AM

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XD

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Saxif laughed lightly at his comment. I come from a pack of “two-leggers” where they all live in dens. Our families stayed together as one. Anathema to the North is quite similar... but much of my friends stay in a house. So for comfort sake and love of freedom I moved around here. They’re fixing the place up and it will probably look great but I still feel the warmth and darkness of a den just feels like home. She smiled feeling greatly comfortable in talking today, she hadn’t skipped a beat or worried about her posture or anything of the sort.

When he mentioned a new pack being formed she tilted her head curiously. New pack? She knew many formed in a blink of an eye as it seemed but the lands were pregnant with packs. Kind of sounds like fun, I bet my friend Zalen would be interested in this he has been giving me the feeling he might settle somewhere soon... even if he won’t admit it. She chuckled lightly thinking of the ebony male near her home. She enjoyed his company often since their great hunt together. Little did she know that things had been changing in her absence and even things in her presence as well. She felt a slight pang of nausea and her hands went to her belly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Forgive me, I haven’t been feeling well today. Where were we? She refocused her golden eyes on the four-legged male. Ah yes, new pack. Do you know where this might develop? She said before he spoke again.

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-10-2011, 10:29 PM

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OOC: Mordy’s baby-senses is tingling. >>

Mordecai understood what Saxif meant, and wondered if this Anathema was the pack he crossed by earlier that bore skulls across its borders. Right after the thought came, he dejected it; the girl did not seem to be the kind to stick a wolf’s head on a stick and place it where anyone and everyone can see. His eyes lit up as she mention Zalen, and parted his jaws to declare that the ebony man was the one creating the pack, but Saxif’s hands distracted him, the limbs fluttering to her stomach. His maw closed in a grimace and stiffed the air about her, concerned that his acquaintance might be ill. At first he scented something vaguely familiar, but then, after another deep sniff, realized he had sensed this smell many times before, it was a near pansophy for the male, even if the signs were faint. Also, he could have sworn that he may have seen a bump, though he did not stare at her stomach to conclude such.

“When are they coming?” he asked politely, with a grin on his muzzle. He had many little cousins, and enjoyed watching them grow up, so children and mothers bearing them was something he knew well, and he somehow knew by her general scent that she had conceived. “Zalen’s actually spearheading the pack, we’ve been talking about it for the past week or so,” he said cheerily, glad that they shared a common friend, and if this fae was a friend of Zalen’s, she could not be as bad as he originally thought. “He suggests that we make it north, where none of the humanized Luperci dwell. Man, I can’t wait,” he cooed, drifting off slightly in his last statement in a daydream, imagining how it will be to be in a pack again.[/html]

Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-11-2011, 12:35 AM

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Saxif is clueless XD

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Saxif tilted her head to the side for a moment at the odd question. When is who coming? She asked but was quickly thwarted from the thought at the mention of Zalen’s plan. A smile drew across her face but quickly fell. Why hadn’t he mentioned it to me? She thought slightly offended that the ebony male thought so little of her to not mention such a thing. How long has he been thinking of this plan? Her face grew to a neutral expression trying not to show her disappointment, she didn’t want to make the male think she was mad at him or anything.

Forgive me; I just thought he would have mentioned it to me. We live close by each other. Realizing she might have been rude anyway for switching on him so quickly. She would definitely take a little visit to the south now to see her friend. He knew just how much she wished she had a home again that she felt comfortable to call as such. She shrugged slightly. Just figured he would have told me... but I have been away for quite some days. She hoped the plan had only been forming in her absence otherwise the male deserved a glare or two from her. She smiled softly at the thought.

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-13-2011, 05:32 PM

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OOC: Mordy is an awkwardface.

Mordecai blinked as Saxif seemed to be genuinely unaware. He was confused; he had thought that females always, well, somehow knew they were bearing children the moment the signs started to show, like that was some woman thing. “Well, I mean your children,” he explained, half hoping that she misunderstood his words, half dreading that she did not know that she was bearing any at all. The boy was also a little fearful about her reaction, unknown to him if she would become angered, or worse, really sad. He did not want to see the kind fae depressed, especially from something he brought up.

“Ah, he just came up with the idea,” the dark male murmured meekly, sensing her dejected change of mood. “I think he even went north, to scout the land out, I believe. I have not seen him in the past few days.” Then again, Mordecai was not certain of this, for all he knew Zalen could still be around the area, but he assumed since the boy would have done the same thing if he was starting a pack. “I’m sure though that he’ll tell you all about the pack, and would let you join if you ask,” he said, and added, his tone joking and good hearted, “You seem nice enough, after all.”
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Saxif Goldenfeather · 11-21-2011, 05:49 PM

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Sorry for the wait

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Well he better have been planning to tell me or he’s in for a world of trouble. She chuckled thinking of ways she could guilt her friend. She enjoyed the idea of becoming part of a pack with her friend. So I will more than likely see you around? She smiled at the male. Then it dawned on her what his words had been. Her brow furrowed thoroughly confused at his comment. Wait? Children? She tilted her head then she looked down at her belly and was like switch went off. She put a hand on the slight bump that was clearly not there before she had left. Then all the dreams she had lately. Everything hit her with a wave of complete and utter horror. She was pregnant. I’m... I’m pregnant? She asked the male before her as her breathing started to quicken. The look on his face was clearly her answer.

She stood then putting her hands on her head. No... no... no... this wasn’t supposed to happen. How did this happen? She paused and remembered the night before she left. Then her heart sank. She knew who the father was but feared he might not be as well. Why? Why did she have to give in to that wretched beast on the beginning of her journey, she should have just killed him when she had the chance. Her face contorted into many emotions as she paced before the male. She looked to him. Forgive me Mordecai but I must go see someone. She would need to head north, to find the male she hoped was the father of her children. He would need to know. It was a pleasure to meet you and I do hope we meet again but I must go. She started on her way back to her horse.

Mordecai de Fonte · 11-22-2011, 01:51 AM

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OOC: Lol, Mordy was so gonna give her his take on how babehs came to be. >>

“Do not treat him too harshly,” he requested rhetorically, a somewhat uneasy smile on his face; he did really hope that Saxif was not planning on confronting Zalen with too much spite. “Yeah, I guess you will. I hope you don’t get too annoyed of me too quick, though.” His ease did not last long, as the girl realized the weight of his words. He was silent as she repeated the word children, staring helplessly as her hands fluttered to her stomach once more to rest on the bump that suddenly became existent to her.

Mordecai then started to get extremely uncomfortable as the fae started to grab at her face, somehow sensing that the posture did not express happiness. He wanted to comfort her, but the only words that came out were, “Ah, um, uh.” As she started to question why she was bearing children, he was intensely confused; wouldn’t she know why? He was never given the “talk”, and had his own beliefs of how puppies came to be. Preparing to explain to Saxif her predicament involving some fairy of fertility as if she really did not know, he started off, “Well—“, he was cut off as she started to pace in front of him.

“Okay,” he replied nervously without a second thought as she said that she needed to go. He did not dare to upset her further, and his ears were twitching against his skull that expressed his obvious discomfort. “I see, I-I hope you have a g-good day,” he managed to spurt out, knowing that her whole day was now probably ruined because of him. He watched powerlessly as she approach her horse, his heart sinking with the sadness that he caused in his new friend.
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