chasing dreams on broken wings

Saul Stormbringer · 04-06-2012, 05:15 AM

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uh, I know I suck! Sorry for the wait dearests!
30th March 2012 . 4.30pm . Moonstone Lakes . Optime Form

The three of them had arrived in their 'new home' the day before yesterday, and Saul had worked hard to build something that would be usable as a home. The hut that was now nice and sturdy had taken him all day to build, especially when he had no help from Lilin, who declared she couldn't piece together anything, let alone something as advanced as a hut to live in. So the first night, the three of them had slept in the hut that Saul had built, together under the large amount of furs Saul had collected. The little hole in the roof- attached around the main support beam that cut the hut's space in half it seemed, was enough to keep fresh air generating through the warm space, as Saul had managed to hang a large deer skin over the door to keep the worst of the spring air out. Temeraire had decided that he still wasnt talking to either him or Lilin, and the dawn had broken bright and early with his son still not speaking. With a sigh, Saul had risen, grateful that they'd chosen somewhere with some fresh water supply. Bathing in the waters of the Moonstone Lakes, Saul had tried to organise the day ahead of him.

Lilin needed her own hut- while Saul had enjoyed having her stay with him and Temeraire, he understood her need for privacy. Furthermore, it was a little inappropriate- while they were cousins, they certainly didn't know each other well enough to be as comfortable as that. With Eclipse, Saul would have happily allowed her to stay in his hut, but there was still so much he didn't know about Lilin, or any of his new found cousins, that he had felt it necessary to build her something of her own. Now that he knew what he was doing, Saul dug the shallow trench first, a good few metres from his own hut, facing towards his. In time, he hoped that any additional huts would form a circle around the fire-pit he intended to create at some point in the near future. For now, it was time to start collecting long, sturdy branches that would be stripped and used to create a home for his cousin. Temeraire once again requested to be allowed to explore, although he clearly hated having to speak, and Saul had allowed him to do as he pleased, as long as he checked back every hour.

Lilin's hut was built exactly the same as his, with the larger wooden pole in the middle of the hut holding the roof together, although all of it was secured together so that it wouldn't fall apart. Saul thought that perhaps soon, he would have to find some tree sap or something to slowly begin waterproofing the roof and walls- if they rained, they would have leakages on their hands. For now, the weather was pleasant enough not to make the search a necessity, so as Saul clambered down from his makeshift ladder, he allowed a breath of relief to escape him. He'd done it! Lilin was going to have to clear out the grass from the inside, sweeping it clean enough to be a dirt floor, as Saul was going to have to do shortly. But for now, the two little huts, facing each other over about a ten metre gap to allow space, seemed quaint compared to the dilapidated ruins of human civilisation that could be seen on the shore of one of the larger lakes.

It had caused him to stop and think though. Clearly, the ease to which the two had settled here was something that Saul hadn't expected. It had reminded him of the two brothers, now identified as cousins, out there in the woods. Would they still be anywhere near here? Would they be interested in coming to stay for a while. It would be immensely good for them to spend some time with one another, and Lilin hadn't yet met the Brothers Grimm that was the two Stormbringers. Green eyes narrowed in thought before he allowed his mottled grey-masked face to raise to the sky, a long and calling howl escaping him. If they were anywhere around here, they would be able to hear him, and perhaps come and see what was going on.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 04-06-2012, 07:10 AM

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You totally suck, but I loves ya anyways. Also GAH! Writers block. 30th March. Dampwoods. Optime form. / 430!

It had been a month since Niernan had seen or heard from anyone other than his brother and his cat and truth be told he was getting tired of Brans voice. His brother had a wonderful growly singing voice but after almost a solid month of it he wanted to muzzle his sibling. He trudged with his head down and ears back, placing his footpaws carefully among the tangled roots of the trees of the dampwoods. His azure eyes flicked up once to spot Ciaran padding ahaead of them, his dark tabby body almost invisible in the mottled light that came from the canopy.

He grinned quietly to himself as Ciaran glanced back at his master and rolled his grey-green eyes showing his exasperation with Brans bawdy song. Nier nodded ever so slightly and rolled his eyes in reply. He watched as Ciaran turned back around and dashed into the undergrowth, the large kitten most likely stalking some poor small rodent.

He contemplated throwing something at his brother but he had nothing to spare, he raised his head and glanced around, spotting a rather hefty pine nut in arms reach. He plucked it surreptitiously from the nearby tree and hefted it in his paw, testing the weight. He spun suddenly and whipped the pine nut at Bran but he didn't stay still for long, knowing that whether the nut hit Bran or not he would be in trouble for the throwing of the nut. He whirled around again and sprinted away through the trees, giggling madly.

He hadn't been running long when he skidded to a stop in a clearing. He perked his ears up and gazed at the clear blue sky, he snapped his head round to the south and swivelled his ears. The long, high note that shivered through the air pulled at him, his natural instincts telling him that it was a locating and rallying howl, and his ears telling him that it was for him and his brother. His bright blue eyes lit up and he smiled as he recognised the voice, Saul. He said simply, warmth in his voice as he remembered the meeting with his cousin. He brought his paw up to his throat and fingered the otter charm that his grey cousin had carved for him.

His thoughts were singularly focussed on running to Saul but the tiny part of his brain that never stopped screaming Brans name broke through for a second. Niernan sighed and sat on a nearby raised tree root to wait for his brother, his brown muzzle still turned to the south.

Bran Stormbringer · 04-06-2012, 09:24 AM

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Dark chocolate paws tapped on the earthen ground, a rhythm that had shaken itself free this morning and refused to budge from his body. Dark chocolate paws held one of his most prized possessions- the guitar that his Uncle Emeris had crafted for him. It needed tuning regularly, the horse-hair strings that baffled him often wriggled loose from their bindings often. As it was, the tan and chocolate male spent a good moment or two each time he got the guitar out to play, tuning, listening, tweaking and adjusting until he was more than satisfied that it sounded alright to him. Niernan, on the other hand, didn't share his passion for music and had been keen on setting off, to wherever it was that they would be going today. Bran rarely paid attention to where the dark furred body of his brother was taking him, and he was usually content to set up camp each night, non the wiser as to where they had actually ended up. They had, however, stayed in the shelter of the trees for the majority of the time that they had been here, and it was Bran's belief that they were actually lost, roaming around until they eventually got spewed out by the Dampwoods, having had enough of its canine visitors.

The visualisation of that made him chuckle, the sound of his amusement sending bright white triangles dancing across his vision. Momentarily distracted by the colours and shapes, Bran paused, his dark paws halting in their tapping jig and the body of his brother rounding a corner and leaving him on his own. He smiled softly, before allowing rough baritones to escape his lips, one of the many songs his Uncle had taught him, as well as the tune that went with it. The notes of the guitar were pleasing to him- dark terracotta spirals, interlaced with a burnt red starburst every now and then. As well as these, he also had the dark hue of his own voice, a mixture of meaty deliciousness and a lighter sprig of something herby that Bran enjoyed. In that respect, the contrasting male enjoyed the sound, and taste, of his own voice and although no-one but his brother knew of his sounds, tastes, colours and shapes, he would have liked to have told someone that he didn't just speak because he was vain.

The song was coming to a crescendo, and Bran threw himself in it, eyes closed, blindly walking forward. It didn't occur to him that his brother might have had something to say about it. Ears flashed forward as the sound of something whistling through the air caused blue and white streaks to dance across his eyes. He opened them, just in time to see a large pine nut careening through the air, straight for his face. It was a shame he didn't have time to duck, or move, because the yelp that escaped his throat when the nut hit his nose caused dark orange zigzags across his vision. Pain caused a specific sound in his mind, a high pitched sound that irritated his ears. With a snarl, he moved forward, slipping his guitar around his back as he took off after his brother. It took only a few moments before he came to a crashing stop however, the resonating tones of his cousin echoing through his brain, a mixture of tastes and smells assaulting him, he couldn't make out one from the other.

Dropping to the floor, Bran covered his ears for a moment, trying hard to escape the sensory overload that his cousins voice caused. It took him a few moments, but he was able to stand once more, eyes pulsing a harsh green as he moved towards his brother. With a harsh slap aimed to the back of his brothers head, he continued on, not caring whether his blow had caught his brother or not. They clearly had somewhere to be. Cummon Nier, we gotta place t'be. He said simply, eyes still painful as he walked in the direction of the howl, aiming a kick towards the dark tabby cat that was in his way.

Niernan Stormbringer · 04-07-2012, 03:48 AM

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Poor Bran, sensory overload can't be fun. / 218!

Niernans body impacted the forest floor heavily as Brans wild slap made contact with the back of his head, the force of it sending him muzzle first into a bed of pine needles. Nier pushed himself off the floor just in time to see Brans footpaw heading towards Ciaran, the cat unaware of the impending danger. Nier let forth a vicious and guttural growl to warn his brother, his usually bright and light blue eyes flashing to a darker, more stormy hue. He righted himself properly, dusting off his knees and muttering darkly to himself until he took in a deep breath and scented his brothers discomfort, Y'all right brother? You smell a wee bit off, ya know what I mean?

He watched Bran closely, following his caramel coloured brother for a change. He stooped down briefly as he passed his cat, allowing the feline to scamper up his arm where he settled around Niers shoulders, nuzzling into the wolfs slightly pine-needly face. He drew level with his brother, not feeling right following the younger wolf, but feeling ok walking beside him. He turned his head and glanced at Bran, What do ya reckon Saul wants us for? He let the question hang in the air between them, awaiting his brothers answer as they trudged towards their grey cousin.

Bran Stormbringer · 04-07-2012, 11:40 AM

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Bran is by Kiri!

It was slowly ebbing away, the pulsing light from around his eyes and the subsequent headache building causing the usually carefree Stormbringer to scowl and huff. It wasn't often that his senses were overloaded as such, but when it hit him, it often hit him hard. His mood soured enough to remain in a scowl even when Niernan hit the floor, Bran allowed a dark chocolate ear to flash against his head when his brothers angered snarl came forth. The sound caused dark green swirls across his vision, which he managed to ignore. He knew perfectly well that Nier didn't growl at him for causing him to hit the floor- the devil spawn settled around his neck was the reason for his brothers protectiveness. Of course, his dark furred brother couldn't keep from asking him if he was okay, and with a snort, Bran nodded. I'll b'fine, stop yer worryin', Mother Hen. He said, although he couldn't quite keep the amusement out of his tone. He glanced back, seeing his brother come up to walk by his side. He knew, without hesitation, that his brother wouldn't be able to walk in silence, and within a few short moments, the light, herby and creamy taste of his brothers voice caused him to swallow reflexively, even though he knew there wasn't anything actually on his tongue. He allowed caramel shoulders to roll softly.

I've no 'dea Nier... though he sounds a bit differen'...

Bran mused, despite never having heard his cousin howl before, the tenor of the sound had been a bit different to the shapes, colours and tastes that usually accompanied the grey man. Having said enough on the matter, Bran allowed silence to wash over the two of them, Bran still scowling softly and occasionally rubbing his head to see if the building migraine would go before they reached wherever their cousin was. It took them a good half an hour to make their way through the forest, before their cousin's scent started to permeate the forest around them and Bran started to see trees with their branches stripped away. Perhaps Saul had settled around here. His sensitive nose picked up on a feminine scent, accompanied with the puppy smell of their youngest cousin. He turned and flashed a smile to his brother, before stepping out of the trees and stopping.

The two large wooden huts stood out, beside one of the smaller lakes that made up a large collection of the bodies of water. A small fire mouldered between the two huts, set a nice distance apart and facing one another. It was an organised area Bran could see, before his attention was called back by the scent of his cousin. He looked over, a crooked grin etching across his lips as he walked forward, clapping Saul on the back and bumping his shoulder with his own. I's good ta see you again, cuz. He stated, glancing back towards Niernan. Whaddya need? He asked, jumping straight to the point.

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-09-2012, 04:04 PM

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wotd442, hiho!

Shades of pastel apricot and mahogany hues began replacing the lighter citrine colours strewn across a rosy sky, presaging fine weather for the following day. Clear skies and relatively warm spring days were appreciated now more than ever; although Lilin was naturally drawn to storms and their roaring melodies, her prior run-in with weeping Mother Nature was something she wanted to forget. Regardless of personal preferences, favorable days of the sort were evidently needed - at least until their little family found the time to fully settle into their new makeshift homes.

She had brought back personal effects from Hilsburn earlier that morning; such as pelts left behind by their former housemates, empty containers and even leftover alcohol previously owned by Barrett. Lilin had no intention of consuming any of it but she knew that vodka made for excellent desinfectant and household cleaner. Her cousin, who was naturally a little more open-minded than she was, might have wanted a taste after all of the hard work put into the two little huts too. Most of her time down south had been spent tending to the greenhouses, making sure nothing was out of order. It was mostly out of respect for her lost friend; she wanted everything to be impeccable and as he'd left it should he ever choose to return. Chances were slim but the two-toned femme kept on hoping.

Her thoughts lingered over her adventures thus far, most particularly mulling over her bizarre encounter with Ezekiel and the soothsayer. How did her current situation fit into the fortune provided to her? Mediterranean blue irises stared blankly ahead at calm waters, ears flickering ever so slight with the endless thumping and childish barks coming from the nearby woods. Luckily, Temeraire still lacked stealthiness; keeping tabs on his whereabouts without hindering his playtime was the least she could do for her cousin. It wasn't long before her attention was directed to Saul specifically, as his unexpected howl echoed through the vicinity. With his voice came bewilderment, as the would-be cult heir was unsure of the call's awardees.

The noise caused by her relative's young boy ebbed away rapidly, signifying that he was already headed for his father's general direction. It was amazing how, despite his irritation with Saul, the child's obedience had not faltered. Lilin merely followed in the puppy's footsteps, arriving last at the scene to find her newfound family and two strangers she had yet to meet. They seemed amicable but nowhere near enough to stop Lilin's body from tensing up instinctively. She stood firmly in place, a good few meters away from the gathering, scrutinizing the intruders with a critical eye.

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Saul Stormbringer · 04-09-2012, 04:52 PM

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The deep, belly-strong sound of his howl was something that Saul rarely heard anymore, or ever really. It wasn't something he thought particularly hard about- but it was at least a little strange that they didn't howl more. The thought was unexpected to him, but he let it drop as quickly as it had come- clearly there was nothing he could do about the lupine population's lack of vocalisation, and he allowed his thoughts to drift elsewhere. It seemed, to him, that there was always something to do, and his thoughts turned inwardly to the ever expanding list of things he needed to do. He needed to locate his bird at some point- the gyrfalcon had been unsettled since their move and when Saul had finally released him from his wicker cage, he'd flown disgruntled to a tree. Unfortunately, Saul hadn't seen the bird since and he would soon be going to look for him. Not to mention the lists of things he had to do to make the huts he'd just made inhabitable. Often, the thoughts racing around in his mind would overwhelm him and he would shift into his lupus form to run off some of the stress.

He couldn't, however, run away now. He'd just sent out some kind of a signal to his cousins, and it wouldn't exactly be prudent of him to call for them and then leave. He was sure that Lilin wouldn't exactly be happy about meeting strangers either- he had certainly picked up on a closed mind when it came to meeting others, even if she wasn't outright rude. He didn't exactly blame her though- it wasn't everyone's forte to accept everything thrown their way. Sitting on one of the many rocks and boulders that surrounded the area, Saul allowed his thoughts to pull him deeper down into the lack of awareness that he really shouldn't allow himself to succumb to. He was, for the moment, his small families only protector and he should be alert, wary and on the ball. It was this lack of awareness, the internalisation of his thoughts that caused him to jerk upright as a hand connected with his back. Green eyes fixed on the caramel chocolate of his cousin Bran, a smile spreading across his lips as he rose to meet his relative in a shoulder bump.

Thank you for coming Bran, Niernan... Its good to see you again. He said softly, reaching out to embrace Niernan before his sons exuberance exploded on them all. With a grin, Saul looked down at his son, who was attempting to climb up Niernan's leg. "Hello Uncle Niernan and Bran" He squeaked, his speech marginally better than the first time the two had met his bundle of energy. A subtle shift behind him told him instinctively that Lilin was there, and his heart picked up speed, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. As he turned, he noted her defensive position, her wary look, and a brilliant smile reached his lips. If there was one thing he could say about her, at least she was constant. He took a step back and closer to his black and brown cousin, his heart still beating uncomfortably fast. This had only started happening recently and he had no idea why. Ignoring it as best he could, he offered a hand out to bring her into the conversation.

Lilin, this is Bran and Niernan Stormbringer... our cousins somewhere along the line. I told you about them when I found you in Hilsburn... He prompted, hoping she remembered their conversation. Looking back over to the brothers, he went to introduce their female cousin. And boys, this is Lilin Soulstorm, a cousin of ours from God knows where along the line. He chuckled, his face open and excited to be reuniting at least a little of his family. Hoping that they would get along, he waited for the rest to speak.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 04-09-2012, 05:27 PM

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Yay, they finally meet. Also, I have a feeling that Niernan and Teme are gonna be the best of friends Big Grin

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Niernan embraced his grey cousin happily, patting the mans back gently. Hey Saul, it's great to see you again! He could hardly keep the huge grin off of his face. His relief at seeing Saul again was somewhat obvious to all but he didn't vare who noticed at that point.

His mad grin only got wider as the high voice of his young 'nephew' announced the bundle of energy before Teme impacted Niernans leg. The black and tan man hoisted Temeraire up onto his shoulders where the pup stole Ciarans favorite place. The cat was now winding himself around Sauls ankles, vying for the mans attention. Oof! Teme, you've gotten so big and heavy after last time we met! Must be all your muscle coming in. he gave the little boy a sly grin which promised fun and games later.

The atmosphere changed abruptly and the fur on the back of Niernans neck stood up, he whipped his head around to look directly into the pure azure eyes of a strange two-toned female. Reflexively his hand paw tightened a little around Teme's leg, not so much to hurt the boy, but enough to keep him in place. His eyes flicked away from hers quickly and they sought out Ciaran, then Bran before resting on Sauls right ear. In typical wolf fashion he never stared anyone down, preferring to focus on a body part close to the eyes to seem polite.

He relaxed his hand as Saul introduced the tense female as their distant cousin, more family to get to know. He now smiled easily and bowed his head to Lilin, showing his respect. He wasn't sure if he should offer his paw for her to shake, he knew that was acceptable among males, but only having ever met females who were closely related to him he ddin't know the protocol. He flicked his ears backwards and then forwards again, gaining a giggle from Teme whose nose was tickled in the process, before allowing his soft Irish tones to emerge with A pleasure to meet you cousin Lilin, I am Niernan, if you were wondering.

Niernan had noticed Sauls obvious excitement and the step that the grey male had made towards him. He glanced over and met Sauls bright verdant eyes, his infectious grin creeping onto Niernans own face. He chuckled nervously, hoping that Bran would be polite and that Lilin wouldn't take offence to anything he had said or done.

Bran Stormbringer · 04-10-2012, 10:46 AM

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Chocolate eyes were intent on his cousins prone form- Saul appeared to have been sucked into his own thoughts, green eyes glassy and far away. With subsequent slap on the back from his chocolate paw caused his cousin to start for a moment, the shock jumping his body and Bran allowed a soft chuckle to race from his nose. He knew very little about the man that was relative and leader at the same time. His cousin snapped out of it quickly though and rose to meet his shoulder bump with enthusiasm. If there was one thing to be said about Saul, he was certainly a happy fellow, and that was something everyone needed once in a while. Niernan wasn't far behind, and it only took a moment for tastes to spring across his taste buds, a sigh almost escaping. He didn't even try to evaluate what their voices caused in him, and instead tried to concentrate on the words themselves. His dark furred brothers enthusiasm made him chuckle slightly- he planned to tease his sibling about that later.

Y'been lookin' afta y'self Saul?

Bran asked, enjoying the meaty tang his voice caused him. Of course, it was nothing to the light, refreshing tang of his 'nephews' words as he came hurtling from the woods, paws scrabbling at Niernan's legs in greeting. Bran laughed softly as Nier scooped him up, teasing him with just the right amount of playfulness that Temeraire had given a soft squeal of delight, while he allowed his body to curl around his 'Uncles' neck. We'll grow you up big, dun you worry boyo Bran said to the little boy, a twinkle in his eye when his nephew gave a toothy grin. The familiarty between the four boys was a sight to see, but it was halted when the approach of another caused Bran to look behind Saul, clashing with the feminine body of a black and brown female. He would have allowed his filthy mind to progress further, before Saul began speaking again. This time, he was able to pinpoint the sharp tang that reminded him of spring onion, as well as a lighter meaty flavour that was probably something akin to rabbit or squirrel.

So, it was Lilin was it? Well, Bran wasn't entirely sure why she stood with a defensive pose, but he would roll with it. She in turn was introduced to them, and Bran allowed a lazy, crooked grin to flash across his face. Another family they had no knowledge of. Where on earth were they all popping up from. His brothers tones caught his tongue and he glanced across to his soft words. A snort came again as he caught sight of the car, surreptitiously aiming a kick to get it to move away from Saul, who didn't seem to mind it curling around his legs. With one more shake of his chocolate paw, he glanced back up. Nice to meetcha pet. He said simply, the term of endearment easily rolling off of his tongue. She didn't look too friendly, but he supposed not everyone was as open and accepting at their cousin.

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-10-2012, 04:27 PM

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This unexpected reunion's hustle and bustle was a definite surprise. She did nothing at first, choosing to assimilate the situation presented to her along with its main components: two bulky males with strange accents, Temeraire's strong interest with one of them in particular, and a nonchalant feline treading what it should've considered a dangerous territory. Had it not been for everbody else's insouciance when it came to the cat's presence, perhaps it would not have left this meeting unscathed.

Her attention was pulled away from the potential prey by Saul's soothing voice, to which she gladly latched on to amidst this moment. At least she understood now, as both parties were introduced, who the call had been directed to. Caribbean blue irises ventured from Bran to Niernan respectively, associating both names with the faces of her newly met cousins. She did not speak immediately; choosing to confirm her closest relative's statement with a nod. The Soulstorm scion did remember Saul mentioning other kins in passing; it wasn't a clear memory, seeing as quite some time had passed since then but she did recall enough to make sense of this get-together.

Niernan took the opportunity to introduce himself personally, a polite acknowledgment that prompted his brother to do the same. Her dichotomous receivers twitched lightly, absorbing the distinct sounds of their voices- Saul had moved closer meanwhile, a gesture inspiring the would-be cult heir to move closer to him. She stopped short of touching his arm, noting the anxiety radiating from his body and not wanting to hinder his personal space. Her hand found the hem of her lilac pareo instead, choosing to absolve her own uncertainty by absent-mindedly fiddling with her makeshift dress. Lilin could only assume her pending response was the source of his insecurities, knowing she wasn't the most social wolf out of the bunch.

Her nose wrinkled at Bran's attempt to get the cat away from Saul's reach and his casual use of the word 'pet'. Had she been a bit more comfortable, she would've more than likely acknowledged its perplexing nature. But as things stood currently, it was her turn to speak and she could only provide the group with a polite introduction. ''Nice to meet you both,'' she responded, casting Saul a sideway glance before voicing her thoughts aloud. ''Will you two be staying with us for a while?''

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Saul Stormbringer · 04-10-2012, 06:15 PM

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-noms silly Stormbringers-

Saul gave his son and his cousin a soft smile as the two of them collided, Temeraire easily scooped up into his dark cousins arms, an endearing but teasing remark on the males tan muzzle. They barely knew each other, but the bonds of family were apparently quite strong and Temeraire settled easily around Niernan's shoulders, a happy giggle on his sons lips. Inwardly Saul breathed a sigh of relief- the boy had been sullen and rude for the past day or two and Saul hoped that the injection of the fun-loving brothers into their lives would lighten him up a bit. At least he would have something to say. The chocolate and caramel man had spoken and Saul looked over, a soft smile on his face, accompanied by a nod of his head. Despite the upset and the uprooting, nothing majorly bad had happened. They were all here, healthy, safe and relatively happy, although Saul instinctively knew that Lilin may never get over losing such a good friend as Barrett, as well as coming to terms with her mothers disownment. Saul would always be there for her, if she ever needed to talk, but for now he would allow her all the space she needed. "We've been doing alright... a slight relocation, but nothing major! What about yourselves, where have you been roaming around?" He said, addressing the question to both Bran and Niernan.

The chocolate cousins words came again, a softly lilting accent that Saul could certainly get used to. This time, it was directed at his son and Saul snorted softly in amusement. It was great to see them get along well, he only hoped it would extend to all the members of the newly created clan of Stormbringers. Tension coiled in his gut as his senses trained, unconsciously, on Lilin behind him. His body had automatically turned towards her when she'd arrived, but he'd managed to remain neutral and his body faced the middle of the group of wolves- his right side facing Lilin and his left facing the brothers and his son. It was an easy transition and it worked well with keeping both 'sides' in the conversation. Niernan spoke up first to his introduction, and his stomach shifted uneasily. He knew they were only cousins, but the gentle lilt of Niernan's voice grated against him, when addressed to Lilin. It was irrational and uncalled for, so Saul allowed his strong willed mind to settle his stomach and bury the feelings. It wasn't so bad when Bran addressed her, he was polite enough but he'd certainly picked up on the anti-socialness of the female. It saddened Saul slightly, because the Lilin he knew was someone completely different. But he supposed the brothers would get to know her soon enough.

It was Lilin's turn to speak and Saul allowed his head to turn towards her, unconsciously picking up on her body having moved closer, close enough to touch but restrained somehow. He couldn't help himself, his right hand came up to attempt a stroke of her own arm, hand curling around her elbow and a soft squeeze given, for comfort perhaps. She seemed stoic for a moment, azure gaze trained on the brothers before a polite voice came through, even if he could tell it was a little strained. He smiled encouragingly before her words came again, a question this time. "I hope they will... They're good guys and it will be great to get to know some family." He offered, tone placating but firm. He wasn't the type to crumble under the will of others so easily, and especially when he knew that both brothers would get along with Lilin superbly, once she accepted that they were here to stay. He smiled, an easy and confidant smile that he gave to both Lilin and the brothers, his posture slipping into something that was subtly more dominant than before. It wasn't particularly noticeable, and if anyone picked up on it, it probably would have been an unconscious acknowledgement more than anything. Hoping he'd managed to diffuse the situation, he waited for a response from either side of him.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 04-13-2012, 04:03 PM

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AHHH! Apologies for the wait. Haven't had interwebs! / 385!

Niernan had noticed Brans kick towards Ciaran and he shot his brother a warning glare before turning back to the situation at hand, letting an easy smile grace his muzzle. He flicked his eyes to Saul and answered his question with an unconcerned shrug. Just been wandering, met an interesting fella by the name of Oak a while back but other than that it's been me, Bran and Ciaran all by our lonesomes strolling through the woods. At this Temeraire giggled and held up a pine needle that he'd plucked from Niernans fluffy black hair.

The black and tan wolf was intensely interested in the body language between Saul and this new cousin of theirs, she seemed either insecure or hostile towards them, but then she moved towards Saul and Niernan thought he had it figured. His thoughts were confirmed when Saul laid his hand paw upon Lilins arm tenderly, a small smirk touched his lips before vanishing and he made a mental note to remind himself that Lilin was most definitely 'out of bounds.'

Sauls words, about him and his brother staying caused the young man to grin. This was just what he'd been looking for; somewhere to settle for a while. He chuckled and replied, I'm sure we could be of some help to ya if you want us to stay. We won't impose though. At Niernans slight suggestion of him and Bran leaving Temeraires paws tightened on his hair and ears, he placed a hand paw on Teme's foot paw and gave him a tickle, Ah, don't you worry yerself little 'un, If we didn't stay we'd come back to see ya anyway. We've got mischief to make, you and I. He felt Teme's tail wag against the top of his shoulders.

As he answered he felt the dynamic of the group shift a little, no longer were they a meeting of wanderers but a family with a leader. He looked at Saul and felt that he could follow this man as something warm and comforting filled his body. This was a new feeling for Niernan, well, it was the first time he'd felt it in his adult life. As a pup it was a common feeling, snuggled up among his siblings and parents, it was the feeling of safety.

Bran Stormbringer · 04-20-2012, 10:31 AM

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-chews on-

Bran is by Kiri!

Dark brown ears flashed back and forth as the meaty flavour of his cousins voice hit him, amiable words that made his snort softly. In a way, Saul's worlds revealed very little about what had actually happened to them since their last encounter. Bran may not have been as observant as his brother, but it was hard to miss the way the grey males body turned towards the black and brown female now identified as Lilin, the cousin Saul had been looking for. He also didn't miss the way Lilin stayed close to Saul as well, and it was clear that whatever it was going on between the two of them it was something that neither of them were fully aware of. The soft smirk on his lips was quickly hidden- it would not do any of them any favours to point out the glaringly obvious, especially if neither of them had acknowledged what was happening. Niernan chose to answer and Bran nodded softly in agreement. Aside from a few interactions here and there, they hadn't seen, or done much since their last encounter.

Haven't really had much direction He agreed. In his mind, he felt a little excited about this coming arrangement. Saul might be an unknown force at the moment, someone they didn't know fully but trusted well enough. Bran had never felt like he didn't belong anywhere, mostly because all he needed to make somewhere feel like home was his brother. And since Niernan wasn't leaving any time soon and therefore Bran felt at home wherever they were. Still, he couldnt agree more than there was some times where he felt an overwhelming loneliness- growing up in the Solbjorg valley surrounded by family and now that it was just the two of them, he missed the sense of comfortable crowding when the pack go together. The Valley was so far away that there wasn't really an option of popping back to check on everyone. The opportunity to surround himself with more Stormbringers, and Stormbringers who had never been to the Valley, was something that he couldn't pass up on.

We're here as long as you want us. He chuckled, noticing Teme's reaction and smiling cheekily at his 'nephew'. He could see them getting in to some trouble in the coming weeks, with the added bonus of getting Saul to shout at them. He didn't seem like the type to shout, that was for certain. Mischief shining in his eyes, Bran allowed inner planning and plotting to take over as the group exchanged a few more words before they moved forward and into the Stormbringer clan area.

Saul Stormbringer · 04-20-2012, 10:58 AM

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finishing up here dearies

The tension coming from Lilin hadn't dissipated, and Saul didn't expect it to for a little while. From what he knew of her, she didn't take to others quickly and she didn't trust easily either, but when she got past her natural aversion to strangers, she was a loyal friend. The fluttery feeling in his stomach was strange and he tried to ignore it as his hand rested on her elbow. He honestly tried to ignore the hyper awareness that he could feel zinging through his body as both Bran and Niernan answered his questions. It seemed as though they hadn't been doing much- they'd arrived in Nova Scotia looking for family and Saul had found them straight away. Aside from Eclipse and Lilin, there wasn't any more Stormbringers around and now they'd met Lilin, their quest for family was almost closed. Of course, Saul understood the difference between blood relations and actual family. His thoughts turned to Wretch, the daughter who he'd found broken on the shores of Dahlia de Mai. She wasn't blood related, but she was his daughter in all the ways that counted.

Thinking about Wretch made him sigh softly, a squeeze to his heart when he thought about his abandonment of them. He'd been so caught up in his crush and Gideon leaving that he hadn't thought about what it would do to his family when he left. And when he'd managed to return, Temeraire in tow, Wretch had already left. He hadn't been able to find her again yet, and when he did he had no idea what he was going to say to her. There was nothing he could do about it now, so he pushed these thoughts aside and concentrated on Niernan's words as he vocalised his thoughts on Lilin's question. He smiled softly, his nose wrinkling in an annoying way as he nodded in agreement. They would be here as long as they were wanted, and Saul knew that Lilin would soon warm up to them- they weren't exactly the hardest to get along with.

"If its alright with you, I think we should get back to camp... we should have a meal tonight to celebrate our family expanding." He said, giving Lilin a soft smile. He knew she was going to be awkward with them for a while, and that was okay. With a soft pressure on her elbow to steer her in the right direction, Saul turned and walked back towards the huts, pleased to hear the brothers following after them.

-exit saul, lilin, bran and niernan. end thread-

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