[AW] [M] Leader of the broken hearts
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There was no reason for her to be here, yet she was. Drawn like a moth to a flame, the D'Angelo spitfire had been travelling in pursuit of something and that something had lead her back home. Only, it wasn't her home any more, hadn't been her home in a very long time and the only person she had to blame for that was herself. Did she regret leaving? Not really, because if she had stayed she may of gone insane. Echo's of her last visit here flooded her mind; her lost lover's face full of rage and betrayal, both emotions she knew she deserved and could not refute or in anyway respond to. What she had asked of him wasn't fair, if anything it was a form of torture, to prolong his suffering by dragging up the memory of her leaving only to show and dump the results of her taking to bed with another. She's promised he would not see her again, but that had been a lie. She had never been able to stay away from this place too long.


There was a small pang of guilt over that, but necessity had won out. A mother she was not, children were too fragile, too much of a commitment for her to manage and she saw it better to dispose of the girl, before she grew attached, before she gave the child a name and saw her as her own. Along these familiar borders however, she wondered how her three children were; if they were still all residing here or had they moved on with their own lives? Rubbing large hands over her face, she sighed, knowing that what she was about to do would not go down well and that was likely putting it nicely.


But then again, when had she ever cared for the opinion of others. She wanted to see her children, needed to see her children, so here she was. Throwing her head back she called out into the territory, for no one in particular, since she knew someone would recognise her call and be along quickly enough to have some kind words with her.


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Her daughter had departed to her father's pack, and Shiloh smiled to the world while secretly pained by her absence. It stewed in her, but she addressed it with Wilson (her confidant, the only one she could talk to without worry of burdening him), and she knew that she should be grateful. Grief was natural, but Abigail seemed charmed by the culture of Cour des Miracles, and now she could have the relationship with her father she craved. Had Abi been her only child, or her only daughter, the sorrow might have consumed her more.


She patrolled to clear her thoughts, wrapped in her woolen grey dress and blue cloak (following Abi's departure, the cold bit her even as March alluded to an eventual spring), and distracted herself with watchful eye and careful mental notes. Spring would bring flooding to some parts of the territory, and it would do her well to mark the paths that would turn treacherous with mud and melted snow.


She was pressing one point with her staff, experimental, when the cry broke the silence. Rigid, she swiveled her ears toward the call and placed the voice—not wholly familiar to her, but grown more so after she took in her eldest. Hatred rushed to the surface, but she smoothed her face with careful practice. Anger made her chest hard as she walked at an almost leisurely pace toward the borders, and while she recognized it, recognized her grudge and her faults, she didn't apologize for it now or attempt to push it now.


The bitch who'd given birth to Shiloh's daughter stood at the borders, and Shiloh approached her with a courteous smile. Grace, she called. I didn't expect to see you here.


Blue eyes regarded the female like they might any wayward member, a sheep to be welcomed back into the fold, because Shiloh was a diplomat and her mask ensured that when she struck, she would strike this bitch hard.



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Coli flinched at the howl and unceremoniously dropped the daffodil bulb she was carrying into the dirt. The gardener sighed, frazzled, and wiped her muddy hands onto her thighs. She was waiting for a very particular summons, but this was not it. She had been on edge these past days; she overreacted to every little sound out of the ordinary. After a start like this, it could take hours to get her dizzy pulse to stop racing like a hummingbird's wings.


The Sannindi did not recognize the voice calling through the chill air, so she simply responded as a leader should and moved (however reluctantly) toward the borders. Gardening would be waiting for her as soon as she got this over with. She wondered as she walked if this would be the last time she answered a border call. Colibri could not prolong the inevitable announcement much longer. Her resolve was set, and she knew her decision was for the best, but it did not make her anxiety any easier to quell. No one would be happy about the change (except hopefully her mate, if she was lucky). Of course she was on edge.


She swallowed nervously, ears falling back as she walked through the thawing forest. The small wolf focused on her breathing - inhale, exhale - in an attempt to compose herself for whomever was waiting for her. She always did dislike responding at the borders; she wouldn't miss the dreaded anticipation of rounding the bend and trying to guess what would be in store.


Colibri certainly did not anticipate who she found standing there today. Not that she hadn't imagined the scenario before, though. "Grace," she deflated, blue eyes round with shock.


There was no mistaking the ex-Vináttan — as if her towering height did not make her noticeable enough, there was that hair with all its strange colors in ropes. She hadn't seen Grace since... the hurricane? When the D'Angelo was pregnant with Niernan's children, a cruel thought added. Coli suddenly felt very exposed.


Shiloh was already on the scene, and Coli gravitated closer to the safety of the Stormbringer guardian. Shiloh would not allow Grace anywhere near Dreyma, and Coli could count on that defensiveness. Her mate... Lochlan and Teagan... Subconsciously her fur began to rise, puffing out in a pitiful attempt to seem less small.


"G-grace, you're not supposed to be here... th-that was the deal," she stammered in meek protest, as if reminding the female of her words would make her turn tail and leave. If only.


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Oddly enough, she had run various scenarios through her mind; dismissing most due to realism issues or potential complications. But as she had awaited, the D'Angelo was relatively certain she knew who would respond to her call first, to the point an argument was already upon her lips when the approach of another drew her attention. Unfolding her arms, she straightened, needing not to bring herself to her full height because she was a towering figure regardless. A female of white had answered her first and it took the golden wolf a second to draw the memory up and find a name to match the face.


Her head tilted slightly to the side, teeth flashing in a feral, still civil however, smile, “Shiloh, right?” it wasn't that she wasn't aware of whom the female was, it was just that the other was of no interest to her and she wanted to make that clear with her lack of immediate familiarity. “I didn't expect you to respond” frank words followed a second later, rounded ears flicking forward, alert as her head was drawn to the side, nostrils flaring a fraction as another answered the call. Whilst not as random as Shiloh's appearance, Colibri too had not been on the list of most likely to answer.


Nor was Colibri one she suspected would give her any trouble about her presence. A finger tapped on her a small beat against her thigh as she ran her mind over these changes. “Well...” laughter lingered in the one word, clearly her conversation with Niernan had been relayed to the entire pack, it would seem. “I would not think the entire pack would hold what was said between two lovers, in private, as a form of self imposed exile. There was no deal between me and the pack, from what I recall, just between me and Niernan” and she would deal with his wrath for going back on it later, but as far as she was concerned, he was the only one with any right to have an issue with her presence here. She was no rapist, no murder, no thief; all she had done was leave a mate, as many have done before her and left her children with their father. It wasn't stellar behaviour, but not something that would cause her to be so clearly.... unwelcome. Really, it was kind of cute how Colibri seemed to believe she had made a deal with the pack not to return.


“I'm here to see my children, not to cause trouble. I'm going to be in the area, at least for a while” smiling widely at the pair without a care in the world, “I figured this would be a family matter, no one of the pack, i'm sorry to have caused any confusion”.


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Niernan chuckled deeply as he was pounced upon by his son, the little stripe-faced boy battering him with his growing forepaws as he and his mute sister scrambled all over their father. Teagan sat at the table, an otter on her lap and her hand stroking a cat idly, she watched her father and half-siblings with a smile on her face knowing that this was contentment. She laughed loudly as Ninian snuck up on the Rikr Vald and grabbed ahold of his ear quite violently, though that laughter, and her father, stilled when they heard the call. The pups carried on with their play, blissfully unaware of the pain lancing through the two adults in the room. Niernan's cerulean eyes shot straight to his grown up daughter, "You stay here, with the children. For me." He saw the pain and uncertainty in her face, he knew that she wanted to run to see her mother, to confront the woman about why she left, and then abandoned Dreyma the same way, but her loyalty to her father was absolute. She nodded, so slowly that he wasn't entirely sure that it was a nod, but she stayed in her seat and called the kids to her.

Niernan stood, shedding puppies as they scampered to their sister. Ciaran watched Niernan intensely from the table, the question asked by those big, wide olive eyes. Nier shook his head and simply left, telling the cat that he needed to talk to her alone, no family, no cats, just him and the ex-lover that promised him she would never come back.

He didn't recall opening the door, nor most of the process of running to the borders, his mind was almost wholly consumed with emotion; rage and fear, shock and hurt and confusion. Why was she here? She had promised to never return, that was the condition he had given her for taking in her illegitimate daughter, so why had she returned? He had made her promise that to protect himself, his children and Dreyma from her fickle behaviour. He didn't want his kids, his wonderful twins to be subjected to her selfish whims. he feared that she would corrupt them and try to take them from him. He didn't truly believe that they would ever leave to be with their mother; she had left them behind, but that fear always sat deep in his heart. The fear of being left behind, like she had done to him.

He arrived at the borders to hear the familiar sarcastic, abrasive tones of his former lover. He had once found that voice so attractive, but now it grated on him, making him grit his teeth. He calmed himself, taking a deep breath, before stepping out from behind a tree and stepping forward to place his hand on the small of Colibri's back, aiming a small smile at his mate before looking up at his former lover. "I keep no secrets from my mate or my family, I told Coli of the conditions you agreed to. I also told Shiloh, seeing as she is the mother to your previous child, I thought she deserved to know that you wouldn't be coming around again." He let his smile slip, a frown forming on his handsome features, the arm around his mate becoming more protective and his hackles bristling. "You've shown no interest in your children before Grace. What are you doing here now? Why have you broken your promise?" He waited, a growl brewing in the back of his throat and his heart pumping uncomfortably fast.



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o__o *holds snapping Shiloh by the tail* ^^



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Shiloh smiled at the other's remark. I didn't think you would, she answered sweetly.


And then Colibri was there, and the Araedi's stance changed to a more protective one, allowing a glimpse of her true emotions—such as the resolve that Grace was not to set foot in Vinátta again. Her carefully crafted facade did not break, even when Colibri stammered out something about a promise, and Grace answered smartly. It was enough for the guardian to bristle, but only just.


It wasn't until Grace said children and family that Shiloh's expression changed, her lips peeling back to show sharp white fangs. Family? she repeated, in full disbelief that Grace even knew the meaning of the word. She was about to say more when Niernan appeared, his hand touching his mate's back gently. Shiloh glanced at her cousin in silence for a moment, allowing him to speak—he had the most right, out of any of them, to say his piece—before her blue eyes narrowed and flashed back to the woman.


You abandoned any right to having a family when you abandoned them, Shiloh spat, her diplomatic mask melted away entirely. Obviously you have no shred of loyalty or capability to speak of. You're nothing, so why would you dare bother us? The rage bubbled up in her, and the blonde woman looked feral, physically restraining herself from clawing the other's face. She had not known her as well as Niernan, had not felt the betrayal so sharply, but any woman who hurt one of her family members deserved her wrath. And this was the bitch who'd given Dreyma away, whose mark Shiloh tried to keep minimal—but any adopted child would wonder, she was sure, why their original parents did not want them.


At least Shiloh could tell Dreyma, with confidence, that it was because Grace was a traitorous rat.


You don't even know my daughter's name, Shiloh snarled. My daughter. You made it my problem when I decided to take in the poor babe you abandoned to us because you don't have a fucking ounce of love to give anyone but yourself, you faithless tramp. And then her fists clenched, and she realized she was dangerously losing control. She exhaled, and took a step—but toward her pack mates, her ears flattened and teeth still bared even as she made to shield them with her slender body.



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No posting order, cause that's how i roll people. Also marked M, cause potential language and stuff xD And yeah.... Grace just does not care at all :| OH! And Grace's hair is changing styles, so iunno what it looks like atm xD [602]



Golden ears flicked back a fraction, before swirling forward. Before she had been cowed by him, allowed him to say as he pleased, be as angry at her as he had desired; he deserved as much, given the way she had left and the fact she had abandoned someone else's child on him. This time however, she would not allow him to do all the talking, she would stand her ground because they were her children as much as they were his. However, it infuriated her that he had been so loose lipped over their private encounter; what had she seen in him? Because at the moment, in her brewing rage, her thought turned to poison and all she could fixate on was the fact he had merrily spread a private moment as if it were juicy gossip, to the entire pack she had once called her home and her family.


Pushing her shoulders back, she propped a hip out, relaxing her stance rather then growing agitated. She would not make the first move to start a fight, if that's what they were all looking for. They had superior numbers and the home ground advantage; she was no fool. She was also no pushover, as such she would be polite up until a certain point. An eyebrow rose at the small contact between Niernan and Colibri, which probably explained the passive bitch's presence at the border. It seemed the fragile little leader had been quick to fill her space, but then such a poor excuse for a canine would settle for another's sloppy seconds, wouldn't she? Niernan, with his handy loose lips also informed her as to why Shiloh was present. So, she was the one to raise her daughter? Grace knew little of the female, so had no real opinion just that about the other or how she felt about this.


Inhaling, sharp words laced her tongue but she drew them back as Shiloh decided to cut in. Blue eyes snapped over towards the white female with agitation; it seemed pointless for the temporary, surrogate female to be speaking in this situation. Only half paying attention, she sighed under her breath as the female gave a rather uncreative lecture, her fixed smile growing a fraction smug as the other seemed to grow more agitated. She's tipped her hand now, growing angry first. “You can all sit here and say as you please. I am not a member of the pack, I do not see why I will have to explain my reasons to any of you” her tone was level, a little bit dry as if talking to a bunch of idiots. Maybe if she started using small words, they'd all stop realise how much they were overreacting?


“I am a simply loner, approaching a pack's border, asking to see my children.” she explained simply, “I do not see the need for you all to descend upon me to lecture me, when ultimately it is my children's choice if they see me or not. Unless you wish to take that choice from them, of which if they are anything like me, I can imagine that would go down well.” it was ridiculous how they had gathered liked flies, a leader pathetically telling her she was not welcome, an ex-lover and a complete stranger lecturing her.


“I am no rapist, no murder, no thief or grave criminal, so I would appreciate it if you all did not treat me as such” she added, her logic sound as far as she was concerned. It was the others that were being unresonable.


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Hey, sorry for the quick post! I promise I'm not trying to be a jerk and take advantage of no post order. xD I am just going to be taking a break and so won't be able to participate in this thread as much as I wanted to, so Shiloh leaves in this post. ^^


And she is deadly serious about the Dreyma thing. <__<; So I guess Grace doesn't get to meet her yet.


Her biting words did not have their intended reaction. She had wanted to watch Grace stumble over her words, watch her suck in her breath in shame, watch her eyes grow round and deep with sorrow and regret. She had wanted to hurt her, but there was no reaction from the woman. Instead, Grace spoke plainly, and Shiloh ground her teeth, crossing her arms under her breasts as she stood tensely by her pack mates.


Part of her understood what Grace said, and part her might have agreed. After all, the other two wenches who'd abandoned their mates and puppies had been given a chance to come back. Perhaps the other Vináttans would spit on her, perhaps her two children would wail their disappointment. Shiloh didn't care beyond the obvious concern for Teagan and Lochlan's feelings, as well as the stress put on Niernan and his new, loving mate. However, the threat of Grace speaking to Dreyma upset and angered her.


She turned to look at Niernan, ignoring and refusing to address Grace since she knew she'd get no reaction. This woman will not see my child, Shiloh snapped. I will take Dreyma home, and if this woman comes near my house, I will attack her. She stated this in no uncertain terms, and she meant it. She stared, nearly glowered, at Niernan a few moments more, scowling, making sure he understood this. Grace had no more claim to Dreyma, and Shiloh would react to this like she would any loner threatening her child. Then Shiloh peeled her eyes away from the male, letting them roam disdainfully over the loner, and turned to stamp away toward Jordheim, ears pressed down and tail stiff.


She would find Dreyma and she would hide her away from all this, from the woman who'd reluctantly suckled her at her breast for no more than a week, who hadn't wanted her. Shiloh had the right. She was the one the girl called mother, she was the one whose milk had sustained her, whose voice and face filled the first intact memories of her young life. She had named her, taught her their culture, sang her lullabies, talked her through her first shift, nursed her when she was ill. Damned if she would let Grace speak a word to her.



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Coli’s meek protest was quickly shut down. She shrank back in the face of infallible confidence, and when the word “lovers” dropped from Grace’s lips, Colibri flinched. She couldn’t possibly want Niernan back… could she? If Grace had never left the gaping hole in their lives, Coli never would have found her place filling it. Niernan and Colibri were right for each other — but the fact that she would be viewed as some inferior replacement, not even competition to the towering D’Angelo, left her standing dumbly with no way to defend herself. Insecurity was, after all, her deepest-running flaw.


There would always be a place in Colibri’s heart for those who accepted their screw-ups and tried to repair the damage they caused; it hit her too close to home to deny them a second (or even a third) chance. She had even empathized with Grace once, knowing there were two sides to every story. Perhaps they were happier once the ties were cut. But Grace – there was no admission of failure here. This was not an honest mother seeking out her children like Sequoia had. Lilin had come back to them humbled and seeking redemption. If she wanted access to the pack, Grace would have to swallow her pride and ask for it like they had. None of her cocksure attitude was welcome here when there were so many hearts to be carelessly trampled.


Coli jumped in fright when the touch came from behind her. She managed a shaky gasp when Niernan’s comforting smile loomed over her, and edged closer to him as his arm tightened protectively around her. She knew he would never desert her – although her fur remained on end, blue eyes wide and shining. His presence at her side was an immense relief, especially as Shiloh’s façade blew wide open and the air was filled with angry snarls. Grace’s unpleasant smile still did not falter as she retorted. How could she be so calm?


Coli gulped nervously as Shiloh stormed off, and she wondered if she too should leave. Then the notion of Niernan and Grace being alone together made her stomach clench, and she looped her arm around his elbow to hold onto him. “G… Grace, it… it is Shiloh’s right to choose for Dreyma, but Lochlan and Teagan have a choice because they’re adults,” she murmured unhappily, squeezing Niernan’s arm. Her ears were flattened against her mane, bobtail tucked as low as it would go.


“B-but they became adults without you, knowing you d-didn’t care enough to be there for them. If you do care now… why would y-you make them relive that pain? Is it just a whim you want to satisfy to see their faces today and n-not yesterday? You continue to break promises, and that is why we greet you like this… You give us no reason to trust your intentions.” Lochlan and Teagan did not call Colibri mother, but they had a fledgling relationship that meant a lot to Coli. She did not want them to get their hopes up and then be abandoned again.



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ILU GUYS REALLY. I feel horrible posting this, but well. It's Grace ;________; And she is most certainly gotten a lot more nasty during her time as a loner. [634]



Dreyma. Her daughter was named Dreyma. Not something she would of chosen herself, although since it was her youngest's name, she would deem it pretty and fitting regardless of the fact that the white pelted intruder had been the one to name her. Whilst she had no doubt that Shiloh was deadly serious in her threats, they didn't bother the D'Angelo much and were dismissed as quickly as the other fired them off; it was not that female's place to decide if she saw her own child and that would become obvious sooner or later. If the other wanted to get into a fight over the matter, that too would be acceptable, the golden female now itching for a fight or something to vent her growing displeasure up despite her calm exterior.


So she chuckled, her head shaking in mirth from side to side as she amused herself with the thought of tearing the self-important female a new one. Oh the day would come and it would be one should would relish forever. However, with one target removed from the situation it turned over to the lovely new couple, an almost giddy expression lighting up her face, the female thriving under the hostility and thoroughly enjoying herself. So long it had been since Anathema when she had to pick fights and put others in their place; and it went without saying, those of Vinatta needed to be put in their place here and now. Rounded ears forward and alert as her tail began to sway more notably. Life as a loner had only drawn out the creature she had been back in Anathema, the female she had subdued during her time with Niernan.


Without someone to balance her out or with no need to tone herself down for another’s approval, she was for once acting naturally, completely at ease and confident in herself in that moment more than she had even been near these borders before. A small part of her mind played with the thought of trying to win Niernan back; it was tempting, although her intent behind it was ill and she didn't want to give her children reason to hate her by intentionally aiming to harm their father. Tucking a stray curl away from her face, blue eyes looked to Colibri as the stuttering cow started to speak up; she was definitely one who liked sloppy seconds she confirmed to herself, because the brown female was too nervous, too unconfident to be able to draw the attention of a male unless they were broken. Heck, she would of applauded the female for her nerve to take advantage of Niernan's situation if it had been appropriate in that moment.


Tuning out the other's words in her moment of distraction, she blinked as she refocused on what was being said, a hard edge visible across her form now. “Colibri, was it” an small jab at the female's lack of presence rolled from her maw before she could stop herself, “I don't see why I have to give any of you a reason to trust my intentions. Only my children” her words were spoken a fraction slower as if she was dealing with idiots; well, she was, so who was to blame her for treating them as such? “Since I evidently had to repeat myself, please enlighten me as to why either of you think you can decide my intentions, my whims and what my children would want. It is up to them. Now, i'm going to stick around the area and allow them to make their choice about seeing me or not.” shrugging her shoulders, she waited to hear what they had to say. Either way she was staying and would see their children, even if she couldn't so so on Vinatta territory.


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