[P] One story ends, only for another to begin.
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[size=85]ooc: Dated for end of January. Tristan is officially moving packs to Vinatta be with Izrian. Open for anyone who might want to say farewell to him. [/size]

Tristan had been bruised and bashed about from the recent fall, but that pain felt like nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart right now. His feet stood at the edge of Casa's border, his Hazel eyes just staring into the void of trees before him, once regularly passed through without much thought. But today, the tree loomed over him heavily, weighing down on Tristan the pressure of what choice he was about to make.
That hit to his head made Tristan realise many things. That he wasn't as lucky as he'd thought himself to be, and also that he couldn't continue to live in two different places. His life had been here in Casa, but his love had remained in the North with Izrian. Tristan didn't want to think about how many more risks he or Izrian would face when taking the long trek to each others packs, just to see one another. It wasn't fair, and Tristan didn't want to put Izrian in that position anymore. He cared for her more than anything in his past, and it hurt Tristan to think of all the worry he was putting her through by keeping up this long-distance relationship. He worried too, but Tristan didn't usually think much of himself. It was his duty to make others happy, and Tristan took that further than just for Casa. He wanted Izrian to be happy most of all.

Almost meeting his doom down a ravine, Tristan felt like he'd had his first taste of true danger, and it made him understand where he really wanted to be. Casa had been Tristan's whole life up until recently, but life tended to change, and now it called him elsewhere. If his life was to be cut short from unlucky events like those in the mountains, then Tristan wanted to spend as much time as possible with the one closest to him. He'd talked to his Maman first, asking for her advice, and her permission for the step Tristan wanted to take next. Then he and his mother gather what few things Tristan had, rather linked to the past, when Tristan had helped his Maman move on when she'd left the house during the Summer. It had been a hard experience, Tristan knowing what he was leaving behind here as he packed his things to move on. Then seeking out a few others, his Papa and Guinevere, Tristan had sent out word that he was leaving come the morning, and his reasons for it. No doubt everyone would be shocked, but it couldn't be helped. The young male planned on visiting often, he couldn't completely deprive his birth-pack of his wit and jokes, after all.

Even though he was confident he was making the right step, being independent and going towards his own future at last, Tristan's heart still tugged back to Casa. Tristan's eyes glanced back towards the pack of Knights, a sad smile creeping up onto his lips. It couldn't hurt to say one last goodbye, Tristan thought. So he turned to let out a short howl, hoping to catch some friends for a bitter-sweet farewell to them, and the first chapter of the young man's life, only to make way for the next part.
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Teagan Stryder
Optime | 31 Jan | CdC Border
D: Awww, just when Teagan learned to shift!
WORD COUNT
586

Slowly but surely, she was getting a hang of her Optime form, from fighting the instinct to walk on all-fours to making the most out of her newly posable fingers. Teagan’s hair, charcoal with streaks of blonde, was another addition that had taken some getting used to. It was cropped short, just barely touching her shoulders, and the bangs—ugh! She had to keep from fighting them off whenever they suddenly fell into her peripheral vision! There were benefits to the new form, at least. She could now reach things she couldn’t before, and, she didn’t have to carry things in her mouth anymore. Her arm had healed nicely too, and the wounds showed the beginnings of them starting to scar rather than disappear.


She shifted on the large rock she had found, continuing to whittle away at a stick in her hands. It was a makeshift arrow, or, so she imagined it to be. She had yet to learn how to make arrows yet from Sylvie, but, she figured, it was close enough to be comparable to the real thing. The sharp stone she had picked up a while back had worked wondrously on the wood, chipping it down into a fine, sharp point just like she wanted. The opposite end was left untouched save for a notch for a string. The Lotta had yet to find a suitable replacement for the feathering.


Her tongue slipped out across her lip as she placed the stone aside and held the craft up for inspection. Yeah, that looks close enough, she nodded with satisfaction, placing the stick down amongst her small, growing pile. Once she had enough, she could find some way to make a bow…or maybe procure one from the armory. Teagan examined her progress as she thought about what she should do next. She had a pile of four “arrows” and then a large, fat stick to act as a “sword”. She frowned, “Maybe I should make fiv—”


A howl caused her mismatched ears to twitch with interest. It was Tristan! He sounded funny…and it was weird that he would be calling for others… She slid off her of rock, making sure to grab her arrows in one hand and her makeshift sword in the other. The child didn’t know what the Burlone wanted, but, maybe he would play with her? He seemed to know a lot about weapons if their time in the armory was anything to go by. She shuffled along, not wanting to keep the older boy waiting.


Teagan found the Callow-Knight standing alone and looking gloomy as ever. Her brows furrowed at this and a deep frown spread across her lips. He was usually an upbeat guy. What had him looking so…sad? She used her stick-sword to push away a low-hanging branch that stood in her way, stopping a few feet from the messy-haired male. “I thought Burlones were supposed to be happy,” she remarked. She was still significantly shorter than him, even with her added height in her Optime form. Her arms were held firmly at her sides as her canary gaze looked him over trying to figure out why he was all the way out here. Suddenly, it clicked why he had let up the howl, why he looked so glum, and why they stood near the borders. Her gaze narrowed on him as she accused with a small frown, “So, it's true. You are leaving.”






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[size=85]ooc: sorry for wait, and thanks for joining :) [/size]


There were a lot of people to say good-bye to. Many Tristan had already paid a visit to. His parents got the most of Tristan's farewells, and then there was Isaac. Tristan couldn't just leave without telling the Stinker where he was heading to. After all, Isaac had been the first to know about Tristan's love interest, which had led to a lot of teasing, but also some support. The old man needed thanking for that, and a proper good-bye. And by proper, naturally Tristan meant one in which he tripped the butcher up as the jolly wolfdog went to give his ex-pupil a hug, causing Isaac to soak in the winter mud. It was only courteous of Tristan to leave Isaac with a lasting memory of just who he'd had the pleasure of mentoring, now finally taking their first truly independent steps. Tristan was amused by his thoughts, but, didn't even know his face showed more of a grimace than a smile as he waited to say good-bye to anyone else willing to meet with the Prince.

Tristan blinked out of his thoughts the moment Teagan spoke, although it took a long look to even recognise the pup. Tristan had to scoff with a little disbelief at how quickly she'd grown, even though he'd been in her shoes not so long ago. It was still a surprising sight. "Well," Tristan began, sighing a little, "We can't be happy all of the time... our cheeks would hurt." Tristan replied, giving Teagan a grin as he gestured to what he meant, by squeezing the sides of his face together. Dropping his hands, Tristan gave Teagan one more look over. "You've grown quick, no longer picking fights against shields, eh Teagan?" Tristan chirped, before his expression dropped a little. Tristan's hand went to his neck, awkwardly scratching against his silver fur.
"That I am. I'll be going to Vinatta, a pack North of here."
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Teagan Stryder
FORM | DATE | LOCATION
No problem! I was havin’ doubts for a while there since the thread is marked “Private” but everywhere else said “AW” Dx
WORD COUNT
316

It took him a moment to register that she was there…or perhaps to recognize it was her on two legs. She didn’t fault him for it. Her ability to shift was relatively new, and, due to the events surrounding it, she had been cooped up in the house while her arm recovered. Tristan blinked, and a moment later he countered her statement. His antics thereafter earned him a smile and a giggle from the Stryder child. Even if he looked sad, it appeared his talents in making others happy were still readily available. “Try telling that to someone like Indi,” she chuckled jokingly. Her koi-colored sibling was always smiling.


He made a jest and Teagan took a moment to show off her hand-made weapons out of forest debris. “No, I’ve got bigger fish to fry,” she told him confidently with a smirk, swinging the stick-sword in emphasis. “Maybe, one day, I can learn how to use all of them like you.” She referred to their time in the armory and all of the weapons and the like he’d demonstrated for her younger self.


When he confirmed his leaving, Teagan’s facial expression went from grim accusation to curiousness. “Have you been there before?” She asked, followed by, “Why are you going?” She hadn’t seen any others outside Casa di Cavalieri, hadn’t yet been allowed to venture out and explore the vast world she was born in to. The pack, Vinátta, she had heard of in passing, but, had not much more association with them than that. As well, Tristan’s departure had not been explained in detail to her, only that the Sole’s son was leaving for greener pastures. His glum expression could have simply been because he was leaving…or it was because he didn’t entirely want to go to the foreign pack.





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