[DND] Claw your way home in the dark
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Sebastien Stone
Paranoia's all I got left
Word Count: [000] Form: Optime Date: Late Feb/Early March Time: PM

For a long time pain was the only thing Sebastien knew. At first, he drowned in darkness and blindly drifted through the world with little awareness. His life was marked by feelings of numbness as he stumbled past places both familiar and new. A stone wall met his outstretched arms as the hound trailed his hands across its surface. Bastien blinked and stumbled as his palms touched empty air. He had reached the end of the wall, and the outskirts of town.

That’s right, he recalled as he covered his eyes, they didn’t want me, so they pushed me to the edges.

A muted silence greeted the farmer’s son as his gaze lifted to the forest spread before him. His muzzle twitched as he inhaled cold winds laced with saltwater, and something achingly familiar. Sebastien turned towards the Blackwoods, with a ragged exhalation and his lips pulled into a hard line. Pine needles and dry twigs littered the path, and yet to Sebastien he seemed to float over the ground as though he were dreaming. His movements felt heavy, and his thoughts were ponderous. One thought lit his way; to find Coaxoch or Till.

They must be here; he could smell the Ulrich males. Their tang was frustrating to follow, as it winded this way and that amongst the darkened forest. Sebastien could taste wolf, woodsmoke and marsh as he halted by a moss-veiled trail. At some point during his wanderings, a mist had crawled from a distant shore, and shrouded the way. The scents were shifted by a stinging wind, and the male shivered. He was nude, save for the tattered plaid scarf that rippled across his newly scarred body - the cold clawed at tender wounds and made him whimper.

Sebastien hugged his chest and brushed past the ancient sentinels that stood guard. He would find another path, for there was no turning back. That thought alone set his weary paws to crunch over hard ground, with his head down. The rattling of branches overhead jerked Bastien out of his tracking, as he hurried on.

The Blackwoods seemed alive, and holding its breath as the Outsider breached its depths without realising his folly. Unintelligible murmurations, either real or imagined, seemed to follow Sebastien as he delved deeper. Indistinct forms appeared in his periphery, but when he turned himself toward the source, he would find nothing. A flash of red caught the male unguarded as he back-pedalled with widened eyes. “No! No, no, no!”

A beckoning voice lingered in the gloom, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Bastien whimpered, and shook his head at the apparition for surely that is what it was? He was free now, wasn’t he? Shadows lunged for him as he yelped, and fell into nothingness. The Luperci hit something and instinctively curled into himself whilst debris rained down.

Silence enveloped the woods as though nothing had occurred, and Bastien tried to sit upright. His body swam with adrenaline, but he was aware of the tang of his fear as he ignored the ringing sensation within his skull. Whimpers broke through his parted maw, and these gradually lengthened into dry sobs as he covered his eyes.


"Speech". Thinking.



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The curiosity of children was ever arching, expanding and twisting like the vines that grew from the quiescent trees of the Blackwoods. Stelmaria was growing larger than her hybrid style brother, she still followed Helena's waifish feathery appeal and would grow into the beauty Helena could already see blossoming. A darling lady in the making.

A lady much survey her kingdom though and at barely a month old this grand tour was more for Helena than it was for the child in her arms. Any she ran across was introduced to the newling girl. Her introduction to true Salsolan society would come later. So the woman and her witches' daughter probed the depths of salt and pine, Helena showing the blue eyed girl what she was to inherit from her ancestors.

Stelmaria was of course only a moon old and barely able to take much of this in, her attention waxed and waned like the moon, sometimes she fell asleep and sometimes she babbled excitedly at birds - all from the blanket wrapped comfort of her mother's arms. They were followed by the shadow of blackness, the dark moon that traced their footsteps to keep them safe as Mistress had decreed.

It was deeper into the woods that she heard the weeping, soft pitiful gasps of noise and the whisper of movement against the ground. Every Salsolan worth their rank knew where the traps were laid for outsiders, could read the subtle signs left as warnings. The pitfall had been sprung. She approached several steps cautiously until the slave dog - suddenly bold in his task - took the lead of her, pressing her to stay behind him. He peered over the edge and growled low in his throat, a heavy rolling sound.

Piqued at this intruder who had wandered into the serpent's den Helena also stepped forwards, glancing over the edge down at a filthy, wretched figure. Her voice called down, cold and clipped,

'Oo are you, intrus" Stel babbled from her arms and the Lykoi shushed her gently, wrapping her deeper in the folds of blanket and cloak. She was not afraid, Phobos would protect them with his life if necessary and this pitiful wretch didn't appear like he could fight off a mosquito. Helena was intrigued, how had he gotten past all the other traps but not manage to avoid the most glaringly obvious one, in her opinion.


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Coaxoch Ulrich

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There was something ominous on the wind this night, and he found himself restless. This was abnormal for Coax, but the spirits who inhabited the church and the Blackwoods around it had started to whisper to him at once, causing him to leave the confines of his home to the woods beyond them. Still they whispered to him, though with less intensity as he moved on and on through the Blackwoods. These forests were his home, and he knew them arguably better than most who only spent some of their time here. There were traps that he knew to avoid, there were winding trails that led to no where, only to drag a luperci into large circles, and with the lack of obvious landmarks and the whirlwind of scents, one could and would get easily lost should they not know their way. Coax had spent many days and nights here, even before he had decided to live within them, and all under the gaze of moonlit silver and waterfall blue. The Cerberus would sometimes just watch Coax to see him get utterly lost before stepping in - it seemed to be something of a game to him - while Coax found this "game" to be of most cruel. Coax knew now that The Cerberus' lessons had reason. It made the youth become more resourceful.


When the scent he knew passed his nose, he immediately felt his hackles rise on his back and he felt his heart start to pound in his chest. This was not a place that Sebastien was allowed, and the feeling had been similar when he had found Faith near Salsola. These canines were the most precious Outsiders to him, and the fact that they would get close to Salsola made them liable to be killed. He could not - would not - let this happen to these two canines. Everyone else, he would learn to live without, but not Faith. Definitely not Sebastien - his BunBun - his.

His pace quickened to a trot, and his feline trailed along behind the male, wondering where he was going off to in such a rush. Coax did not speak while he tracked this scent, he only prayed to the Red God that none would come across Sebastien before he got there. He prayed harder than he ever had in the past, and has he prayed, he finally broke out into a full on sprint.


He came upon the scene of his mother standing over a pit - young babe in arms - while Phobos also stood there with his large frame, and he showed his teeth down at the male who whimpered in despair. Coax wanted to cry out too, but he cast his eyes of a warm spring breeze towards each of the Luperci. Coaxoch came to the edge of the pit and looked down to confirm that it was Bun before he turned sharply and looked at Helena. "Arbiter Helena, Mother. I know him. Father knows him. He is good. He would never come here without a good reason. Something is terribly wrong." he told her, his word clipped and eyes cast down to her throat in submission. "He is my best friend. I have known him since my childhood, please have mercy. He is like a brother to me." he told her and fell to his knees before her, hoping, knowing that she would forgive the male this time for passing the borders.

Coaxoch needed to get to the bottom of his transgressions, but for now, he needed to get Helena to not speak of this incident, and to help him erase the scent of Outsider in their home. He could not afford to have Salvia or Elphaba come and try to harm one of the most important non-family luperci to him.

but my reach is long

And the ravens black against the winter’s mist

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Sebastien Stone
Paranoia's all I got left
Word Count: [000] Form: Optime Date: Late Feb/Early March Time: PM

A heartbeat passed as the male tried to stand. Sebastien craned his neck back as he heard noises above, he was not alone. His quivering whiskers told brought him the scent of other canines on the night air. A huge, angular head jutted forward suddenly, and the hound’s cry was drowned out by the throaty growl the slave uttered. The very sound itself seemed to vibrate in Bastien’s bones, and linger long after it had left the stranger’s maw. Thin, scarred arms rose to cover his head as the male tried to sink submissively into the ground.

His throat tightened as he held his breath - waiting for the blow to come. When a woman’s accented voice spoke instead, he slowly lowered his arms. Bastien took in a lung-full of air as he tried to slow his breathing from its rasp. He didn’t understand what the woman wanted from him - had she not finished speaking, or had he simply been too frightened to listen? The lurched looked upwards and noticed the fiery woman was holding swaddling something - possibly a pup, and talking to it gently. Perhaps this good mother would take mercy on him, he hoped and clung on to this as if it would prevent him from drowning in this nightmare.

Pale orbs flicked to the one-eyed brute that loomed above him - from what little he could make out of the inky-pelt, the tracks of his pale scarring shone in the moonlight. It didn’t take Bastien long to acknowledge that the other could easily tear his arms off on a good day. That thought did little to comfort the panicked Luperci s he squeezed his eyes shut and counted his breaths. As his beloved Myrkr used to do in the throes of his own personal turmoil, so would he.

“I...I… p-please I’m hurt I d-didn’t mean for this to h-happen.” Bastien rasped, and placed a palm to rest against where his heart pounded against his chest. He could feel the thinness of his stomach as it took in and expelled air. He must look like a hunted beast to the sophisticated female who eyed him with scrutiny in her eyes; those eyes he noticed now, were so like the Massacre child’s own. Bastien looked away quickly and sniffled as he awaited his own verdict. He whispered harshly under his breath, “Gods I’ve b-been so stupid!”

Ears perked in the mess of hair, as the sounds of another joined the two who watched on.
Bastien quirked toward the pit’s gaping mouth and caught sight of pale blues on a fair face and recognised the newcomer as Coaxoch. The hound wasted no time in jerking himself unsteadily onto his feet, and resting his hands on the walls as he panted what should have been easy. His friend’s words were brief as he vouched for the captive’s favour, and he pleaded with the woman that he called mother that Bastien was like a brother.

A slow smile touched Bastien’s face as he savoured those words. He is like a brother to me. That moment of strength that the Ulrich son had brought with him coursed through his tired mind and body. “Coax! I’m so h-happy to see you!” His words were genuine as he lifted his head in the hopes that his voice would carry. “I’ve c-caused you trouble coming h-here, haven’t I? I know you told me n-not to, but I n-need you right now. I need a friend… I d-didn’t know where else to turn to…” A whine of frustration passed his lips as he looked down, “I’m so freaking useless, man! Look what I’ve done!”


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Inclination towards pity tugged in her chest and yet was squashed immediately because Salsola taught to be ruthless to Outsiders, as they had once been towards her. Even tiny Stelmaria was imitating her mother now, the darling face schooled into cold indifference, although the thump of her tail showed her thoughts on this fun game of play pretend. With no one to vouch for this male's worthiness he was less than the loamy dirt beneath her paws - for this land was hallowed and full of magic.

Her eyes flickered to the side, to the black dog and her maw opened, about to pass the occurrence of his demise,

"Phobos..." It snapped shut again and her head turned away. Small hairs were rising, Stalmaria let out a small 'kii'. Her back straightened and from the trees the Witch's son raced like the hell hounds were chasing him.

The sudden barrage of Coax's words had her drawing her head back, Phobos' hand tugged out his small knife as the prisoner suddenly clambered to his feet, ready to defend his Mistress. Her hand moved forwards, to rest against his arm and staying the knife that her slave was very capable of throwing at a target. Coaxoch fell to his knees before her, begging and both her brows rise high. Begging for the life of an outsider.

By all that was proper, by the Law, she should call down the Mafiosa to pass judgement. Her eyes reflected this as they washed over the pleading boy and his wretched 'friend'. The Mafiosa were very busy of course.. and Helena was of a suitably high rank to deal with this infraction herself.

Her hand left Phobos' arm to rest on Coax's pale haired head, "Shhh, fils. Eet is okay."

She turned her head and spoke down into the hole now, where pale eyes peered up at her. Her voice snapped, "You are most fortunate zhat Coaxoch iis 'ere to vouch for you. Salsola does not take kindly to trespassers, no matter zeir reasons. Why are you here!?"

She would not allowed this to run unchecked, she did not need this coming back to trouble her in later times.


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Coaxoch Ulrich

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He only knew Helena to be merciful to those in her own tribe, her own pack, her own family. He knew the Autumn Dancer to be ruthless to Outsiders, for this was the way of Salsola, and regardless of this training, this conditioning, Coax had also been taught to be friends with some Outsiders, even if they might not know where he came from, or the truth of his name. Till had not fathomed the Sebastien and Garreth would leave their goat farm, and therefore had shared their true names and their affiliations with the two some time ago and so they, the goat farmers from the middle of nowhere, knew the truth of the lives of the Salsolan Bastard and his brood. They might not have known everything but they had enough to eventually track them down and find them. Coaxoch's own admission of living in Salsola and where it was located only helped the goat prince to come here on this eve, but the warnings of traps had not been unmentioned. It was dangerous to trespass Salsola and most knew this, including the goat farmer who lie in the bottom of the pit trap that he had activated.


His words had not been spoken in vain as the muttering of the slave's name caused him to finally back off. The rise of her hand to stroke his pale locks had given him an affirmation that Sebastien would be safe from her firm hand. The breath that Coax had been holding finally released from his maw as he finally looked back over towards Sebastien. His eyes were hard on him even though words were said to welcome Coaxoch to him. Coaxoch did not move, for Helena was not only mother, but superior in rank to him. He had no say in what Sebastien's fate was, and he could only beg for mercy for him. The boy went on as if he knew that he had caused trouble by coming here, and it as true, but Coaxoch still looked at the boy with eyes that were cold. Coax didn't want to be this way and his heart lurched in his chest as he stared at the rust colored male.

"You know what you have done." he simply spoke to Bun with hushed words, though it was then that Helena snapped to the male in the pit below them, asking of his transgressions. Why was Bun here? Why was he so dirty, disheveled? Could he not return to his own pack for sanctuary? What had happened to Sebastien in the weeks that they had not seen each other?

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Another set of eyes joined the others that peered down at Bastien. These belonged to a child, whose features were drawn in an aloof expression. His stomach churned as he wondered if this was how it had been for Dystopia; it did not seem such a jump that this pup who could regard another Luperci so cooly could share similarities. Was his own soft heart to blame?

The mis-matched glare turned toward the brute as she intoned a god’s name. A girl’s voice rose high and strong, the words lost to Bastien’s ears. Things seemed to happen quickly once Coax arrived. His attention was fixed on the flash of a knife under the pale moon, and the fiery woman’s hand upon the thick arm of her slave. His fate hung in the balance, by the Ulrich matriarch’s will. Fear compelled him to keep quiet for now. He trusted that Coaxoch would do what he could, and that his moment to speak for himself would come.

He knelt slowly on the floor, with his arms raised and clutched about his skull. A dull ache had formed behind his eyes, spurred by hunger and stress. There came the voice of the mother high above, gentle as she addressed her son. Her words when she addressed Bastien held a biting edge, as she reminded him of Salsola’s views of those not of their ilk. Debris spilled down from the pit’s edge as the woman demanded to know why he had crossed into their lands.

Coax’s eyes pierced him like a knife, as did the chill tone in his voice. Bastien glanced away, at the earth between his fingers as he composed his thoughts. A brief moment of uncertainty followed, in which his tongue had become a stone in his heavily drawn muzzle so that his words escaped in a rush of breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I c-could smell you and Till, and I came l-looking for you.” He licked his lips and took a gulp of air. “I was lost, there was a storm so I took shelter with a stranger, and… look at me. T-they attacked me… I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. L-let me go. We don’t… n-need to see each other again… after this. If that is what it takes to k-keep your place in Salsola.”


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Those within Salsola understood the desire to protect themselves at all costs, selfishness was not a vice among-st the citizens of the Thistle Kingdom. It was a matter of survival of the fittest, of the strongest and most cunning. Helena did not have great strength or skill at arms but she had a subtle grace to her, that she could influence her surroundings with a twitch of her delicate fingers.

Her face remained strictly impassive, brows drawn together as the Outsider plied his case. Fate was a fickle beast at best and outright malicious at worst, luck and fortune were made by one's own wiles. The chill of her gaze took in this wretched passenger of the fateful winds. Then she smiled and that was a cold thing too,

"Zhis time, I shall be merciful." She gestured to Phobos and the black slave kneeled down to offer the broken man his arm and pulled Sebastien out of the pitfall trap. He let go quickly, as though the Outsider were contaminated and moved again to stand behind his mistress protectively.

Already her mind was working, about what she could extract from this male in payment, Helena stood tall and willowy with the tiny, quiet babe still held protectively in her arms,

"You are most fortunate indeed." Her tone lowered into something contemplative and then sharpened again,

"You owe me a debt, zhe gift of your life was given to you today, eet does not come freely. Another might have slain you for your crime." There was no acknowledgement that his death had been her original decision.

Lykoi rose and buttercup bored into his pale orbs, "I expect to be repaid in zhe future.. and if you try to run.." The muscles in her muzzle twitched, "I will find you." The decisive click of her teeth as her jaw shut might have been deafening.

She turned to the Witch's son, "Coaxoch, escort our friend to the borders, see zhat he gets safely 'ome." The expectation that he should come straight back to her and tell her any new pieces of information he found out was inherent. She demanded it as his payment for the debt of her not submitting his friend to the Mafiosa.

Without waiting for affirmation she turned away abruptly and walked away, Phobos giving one last glance to the two younger men before following his mistress away.



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Coaxoch Ulrich

In ravenlight, you came to me - Paralyzed

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The one armed man could feel his heart pounding so loudly that his ears started to ring from the deepness, the intensity of this situation. He was afraid, oh so afraid that Helena would harm his friend, and in extension, Till's friend and one of their trusted merchants. He was about to speak up once more before Helena had put her rustic hand on his blonde crown and she assured that he remain silent as she made her decision on whether or not she was to murder the brindled pirate's son. When the accented words of the matriarch had finally come from her maw, telling them all that she would be merciful, Coax felt a sigh of relief come from his maw, and he almost fell down on himself as his head turned up to look back at the woman with a ruby and sunshine eyes that burned with a fire that he could not quite place.


Her power was corrupting her, and he could see the change in her that she likely did not notice. Coaxoch would soon come to fear the matriarch that she had become. He could only hope that he never ended up crossing his adoptive mother.


When he was ordered to escort Sebastien off of Salsola terrain, Coaxoch stood too his feet all too fast, and it made his vision black at the edges for just a few seconds before he shook his head and looked back to the bruised and beaten Sebastien. Coaxoch nodded his head to her dutifully as his spring eyes touched the fire-kissed woman. In this moment, he understood his father's desire to have her, for she was a flame, and he, a moth. "Ja, Mutter." he easily used one of their mother languages to respond and his tone had been grateful as he saw her turn to leave. He sighed lightly again as his eyes turned from a hard glare to a soft look of friendliness. He smiled lightly at Sebastien and stepped closer to him.


Once Phobos and Helena had finally gotten far enough away for them to be out of earshot, he moved ever closer and wrapped his arm around Bun to pull him into a hug. He pulled back from Sebastien to look him in the eyes, but still his gaze was friendly and a smile was placed on his maw. "You really fucked up, Bun, but I'm glad you are okay." he told the other as he started to usher the male towards the direction to where they could be safe. "We both owe a debt to her, and yours is greater. I need you to listen closely to me, do you understand? " he asked in a hushed tone as he still held his arm around the waist of the other to offer the male support in his weakened state.

"I also need you to tell me who did this to you."this had been a worried statement, and slightly aggressive. His friends were being attacked, and Coax was becoming more and more concerned that his family would be harmed if they weren't careful. Coaxoch needed to know who this was, and he needed to eliminate the problem.



From silence rose

I bleed just to know - I am not alone

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Paranoia's all I got left
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The boy tilted his head back as the Frenchwoman spoke. With a single gesture, the black dog obeyed and offered his arm into the pit. Bastien started at first, before clasping Phobos’ meaty forearm and being lifted up. The contact was brief, as the slave yanked his arm free and slunk to be at his mistress’ side. The hound cringed as he stepped away from the hole, his ears perched at Helena’s smoky tones.

Eyes widened as he tried to process what was being said to him. Earth spilled in-between splayed fingertips as he knelt before the Salsolans, a look of confusion upon his face. Repeating the words back in his head, he owed the Lykoi woman a debt for saving his life. Helena purposefully added that others would not have been as merciful in her place.

It was hard to look away from the Lykoi daughter when she pinned him with her miss-matched gaze. Trapped where the wolfdog wanted him - It would be a taste of the future to come. Sebastien had learned to observe the body language of others in the short time his world had been turned upside down. He did not miss the curl of a muzzle, the flash of teeth and exposed gums or the snap of jaws that accompanied her threats.

Helena ordered Coaxoch to take him to the borders. The fair hybrid sprang to his feet and yet the hound dared not catch the other’s eyes. Bastien couldn’t maintain this for long though, and finally looked up as the male sighed. Coax was close, yet seemed to be waiting for his mother and servant to leave.

The boy wobbled to his own feet in time to be pulled into a hug. His chest tightened as he held back a sob at Coax’s closeness; how he had missed the comfort and warmth of being held by another. The hybrid pulled back to meet Bastien’s eyes, and found a wide grin in response. He laughed in earnest as the Confident summed up the events of the day. “Y-Yeah… I’m glad you’re ok, too!”

He let himself be led, the urge to wander these lands diminished. A brow rose as the hybrid stated they both had debts to pay, and asked him to listen. The pale arm around his waist was a welcome support as he leaned toward the man. The question Bastien dreaded reared its ugly head again, in rumble of anger and fear. He looked helplessly at Coaxoch, one who could see through his poor attempts at lying. “I-I dunno what to tell you, buddy.” He began, wringing his hands. “I got lost in a storm. T-There was this girl who let me take shelter with her. I don’t know what happened after that… My head hurt bad when I woke up. I was somewhere different, the girl or someone with her had brought me there.”

Bastien swallowed as he waded through the mess of stimuli that made up his mind. Some of the images stung his eyes and made his stomach hurt as he re-lived them. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry. “It was a w-woman. She fed me, but she also hurt me. She did this to me!” The hound gestured to the cuts and bruises that marred his body.

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