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She was like a scab on his memory. Each time he thought that he had forgotten her the wound came undone and he began the mourning process all over again. He spent many nights alone in his tiny cabin, bottles slowly acquiring upon the empty countertops. It helped to keep his mind fuzzy to the pain of her departure – but there were times where even that was too much.

He hadn’t realized how much he had cared for her until she was gone.

Elphaba had explained that she had left – taken her things and disappeared into the night. Etoile had made a mistake in coming here and hadn’t wanted to face him, and he would need to take time to accept that. He could see his future family trickling between his fingers (there would be no life with Elphaba! Ha!) and he would sleep his misery away in the tiny cot, his knees bunched tightly to his chest.

Jacquard was perplexed, the usually booming man subdued and quiet. He stayed in his caravan more and more, and looked at Brocade strangely sometimes when he thought the soldier was not looking. They spoke less, but Brocade did not have time to mend whatever ill-will there was between them.

Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he had imagined all of it, her arrival – her confession, the proposal – it all seemed as if it had been perfectly orchestrated, perfectly timed to have his heart be in the right place. Brocade snarled at the wood that they passed through, snapping his teeth as if defending against some invisible foe.

He had decided not to believe Elphaba. Not this time.

Instead of wallowing he had allowed himself some small freedom and called upon another Vedetta for aid. Kamari Kaiser was a woman who had risen from nothing (or so he had been told) but had proven quite useful. Her name brought with it a keen reputation, and Brocade had seen her occasionally on her patrols or working in the training yard. She was Krios’ betrothed, but Brocade knew little about her save for the exotic slant of her eyes and the short muzzle that showed her jackal heritage.

He had asked her to inspect a piece of Etoiles clothing, all that he had left of her, and to join him in a scouting mission to see if they could find a trace of her. It had been days upon days since her initial departure but Brocade was a determined man and wouldn't take no for an answer.

He knew he seemed crazy.

They travelled together, his larger secui frame cutting a broad path for them through the trees. She was tiny but fast, and he was surprised at how well she kept the pace which he set. Every so often they would pause to drop their heads or to inspect a strange set of leaves – and once Brocade thought he had even found something, but it was just a long abandoned camp with nothing of value; it told a story that did not have Etoile in it.

The shadows grew longer through the trees as the sun began to make its way over the trees.

He huffed a breath through his lips as they came upon a trickling stream, ”This is impossible,” He murmured in French, licking droplets of water from his scarred lips, ”What do you think Apprentice?”





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Lupus | Fore-dated: Sometime past July 23rd
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When Krios’ uncle had sought her out, she had been more than eager to find a reason to get out of the new home that she and her betrothed shared. It had felt strange, awkward, to share such an idea, a place of comfort, with someone who was not her family. It was only a matter of time before they were, some cruel part of her brain continuously reminded her though. They had had separate rooms, and, thankfully, Krios had not pushed the matter with her regarding it. He could be a gentleman…when he wanted to be.


Etoile’s sudden absence had been one of the more recent talks in the Kingdom rumor mill, one that likely only made as much of a stir as it had because of how it had affected Brocade. Rightfully, he had seemed disturbed over the subject. With how close the two had been ever since the dark woman’s first appearance in the Kingdom, one might have guessed what kind of relationship they shared. It was because of this rumored relationship that Kamari suspected was the reason for his desperate actions to search for Etoile.


They had started off within the Kingdom and had gradually moved their way further northwest and towards the mainland. Kamari had followed along after the larger, wolfish male in her much smaller Lupus form. She looked more like a scavenger skittering after his hulking form rather than his companion, as she was a mere fraction of Brocade’s size in every way. For the mission though, it helped to be smaller. She could weave in and out of the surrounding territory with greater ease, and, being lower to the ground made it easier for her to pick out scents.


With such a large gap between Etoile’s initial disappearance though, it made tracking her through scent alone nearly impossible. Kamari had found precious little on leads. However, with the determined and foolhardy look that glinted in Krios’ uncle’s eyes, Kamari thought better than to try to persuade him that their mission was a lost one. Perhaps they were just missing something… She needed to try harder.


Eventually, the two Shield Apprentices had paused at a stream to quench their thirst, the heat of the summer’s day forcing them to make the necessary stop. At her companion’s irritation, Kamari made her way down from the natural ledge she had used to get her bearings of the surrounding area. “Perhaps we’re relying too much for the off chance of finding her scent rather than thinking of probable locations that she might have flocked to or made use of,” she answered, letting her head drop to the stream so that she could lap at the cool waters.


Once she had finished, she let her tongue wipe off the excess water from her whiskers. “There’s a pack a little further north of here if I’m not mistaken. We might be able to see if they know anything. Though…” Her cornflower blue eyes shifted between their rather primitive forms. “…they’re pretty civilized from what I’ve heard, and might think poor of us if we stay in these forms.”


Sapient was the pack’s name. Kamari had not had the luck to meet one of them during any of her outings beyond the Kingdom. Rumors at the Bar painted a bit of a contradictory picture. It made her curious as to which held more truth.






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They were lucky that the heat of the afternoon was hidden above the leafy canopy. Beneath the trees the earth was still cool, and Brocade placed his toes in the water that flowed between the tiny pebbles. The water was crisp, and he dropped his head to lap more across his tongue as he considered Kamari’s words. She was good company and did not talk overmuch – he appreciated that she did not question the manic spark in his eye or the way his legs twitched to keep moving.

He listened to the trickling water and nodded his head as she spoke. ”I just thought that there would be something. He grit his teeth, flicking his tail behind him as they set off, following the winding creek. ”There has been nothing for days – but a part of me was still hopeful.” It was an admission that meant something to him – for in a place like Salsola weakness was exploited and passions were played upon.

Kamari was to eventually become a member of his family through marriage, and he wondered if she was prepared to carry the heavy burden that came with Krios’ new family name.

He clicked his teeth as she mentioned a pack to the North. He and Etoile had met a man once who had claimed to come from such a place – though they had threatened him with spears and bared teeth. Brocade shook out his shoulders, trotting after the younger girl as she leapt from stone to stone – her tail flagging behind her like a guide.

Brocade snorted a laugh through his nostrils, ”Civilization is over rated.”

He grinned at her, shaking out the thick pelt that hung from him in his secui form. ”How much further will we have to go until we get there?”






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He was frustrated, that much she knew and could sense from his tone and actions. Everything had turned into either a false lead or a hopeless theory. The woman was, by all means, gone as far as any outsider looking in on the situation may have been concerned. When they had briefly met and the woman had given the jackal hybrid a few fighting tips, Kamari had been under the impression that Etoile was rather intelligent. If she didn’t want to be found, there was a strong likelihood that she wouldn’t be found, no matter Brocade’s opinion of the matter.


So, to what good would come of them finding Etoile, Kamari did not know.


The Valentine was determined though—even if it appeared to be fading—and Kamari felt he, at the very least, could use some closure if nothing else. She did not reply to him at first, not really knowing what to say. Thankfully for Brocade, the Kaiser daughter was not so absorbed or corrupted by the political game that was held amongst many of the Kingdom’s members, and the crack in his armor would not be one that she exploited.


They continued on, moving alongside the creek in silence for a time before she finally spoke in the Common Tongue that he had switched back to, “When my brother disappeared, we had nothing to go on where he might have went, only an idea of why he had left.” Her betrothal, and the similarity it had with being regarded as little more than the property from which Heine and Abeni had once been. “We never found him.” Just as he might never find Etoile.


Though, perhaps, if he knew the “why,” it would be enough.


At one point, it was decided that they cross the creek. With her nimble grace and natural talent for balance, she was able to leap from rock to rock where the waters ran too deep for her to do so quickly by wading. On the other side, she waited patiently for her larger companion to join her.


Kamari offered a small smirk to his humored snort. “And yet many of the world thrive upon it from what I’ve seen and heard in Portland.” And some in Salsola, too, seemed enamored with fine clothes and pretty trinkets to show off and make themselves feel higher than those around them.


She stepped away when his paws met dry land once more, allowing him to shed the water from his dusty-colored pelt without dampening her own in the process. Kamari took the time to sniff about and figure out what kind of animal traffic had frequented the area as of late. “If we keep following parallel to the mountain and this river, it should be maybe four or five miles at most according to the maps.” If not, well, it would be something she updated when they returned to the Kingdom.


It would be nightfall by the time they reached the borders of the pack, which suited the Sapienza perfectly.






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The obsessive side of his personality was a new facet that he had only begun to accept. He had felt it before – with drink and with women – but this idea that Etoile had disappeared was something that he toyed with like a rubix cube, twisting and turning it this way and that to try to have the answer come together in his hands. He had felt a glimmer of it with Elphaba all that time ago, and even when he and Krios had gone to the tavern, a woman on each of their arms… but this was different.

It tightened his gut and made him want to run; to bury himself in women and drink and to forget that he had ever allowed himself to feel anything at all.

Kamari cleaned her lips, shaking out the darker fur that sat behind her ears as they discussed her brother – a quiet boy who Brocade could barely remember. His ears fell flat, the scarred side of his face turning to her as he murmured, ”I am sorry – I forget that I am not the only one to suffer such a loss.” He managed a crooked smile, ”The why keeps me awake at night.”

He waded through the creek after her, shaking water droplets from his shaggy pelt as he trotted to keep up with her.

Salsola was a blend of the old world and the new – and Brocade considered his culture tantamount in allowing him to blend into The Kingdom. Hyacinth had introduced him slowly, ensured that he understood their laws and traditions – but Brocade had never thought that he would learn to enjoy the game, to strive for more and be driven by an ambition that had only ever found him on the field.

He glanced at Kamari and twerked his lips at her, ”Well we best get to it.”

Together they zig zagged through the trees, dropping heads and calling to one another as they followed the ragged line of the mountain.

When they came together again panting Brocade couldn’t help but ask, ”How is your new home?” His brows drew together, ”I hope my nephew is treating you well.”






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“Think nothing of it,” she replied dismissively in French to his apology. She hadn’t meant to belittle his feelings or sour his resolve, only to put forth the idea that, there was a large possibility that they might never find Etoile in the vast wilderness that was beyond the Kingdom. While the Boss and Erilaz had eyes, they could not stretch their resources looking for a woman who did not wish to be found.


His later comment was one that Kamari chose to not reply to, for, she did not know him well enough to ask anything more of it. Not to mention, it wasn’t her place. The two could have had a fight for all she knew, or maybe he had done something that had warranted the fierce woman to take off without a goodbye or a note. Whatever the reason, the Kaiser was not one to stick her nose into private affairs, and, as it currently stood, even her role as a spy did not warrant her prying for more information.


Brocade agreed to checking out Sapient for any signs of his companion, and, seeing the twist on his lips, Kamari had a feeling that it would not be a…formal confrontation with any they found there. All the better. A passing patrolman would likely only hinder their investigation with their probing questions. It would be easier to simply slip in with the cover of darkness and slip back out while the bulk of the pack likely remained asleep.


They moved onward, making short work of the time precious opportunity that they would have when they would arrive at the foreign pack’s borderlines. Kamari’s fleetfooted and nimble prowess allowed her to make the most of her environment and traversing it, enabling her to keep pace with the much larger Shield Apprentice. When their paths reunited, it was clear that neither had found any clues, and they continued onward to Sapient.


At his inquiry about her new living arrangements, Kamari did her best to remain focused on the mission. “He’s polite.” When he wanted to be, and he had actually shown himself to be thoughtful recently, but, Brocade didn’t need to know that. Her life with Krios…it was a complicated thing. “It needs some repairs,” she commented in regards to the home itself as she tucked beneath an angled log. “But, they all usually do.” It was vague reply, just as the other had been, but, she wasn’t sure how Krios would react if his uncle decided to offer any aide. Already, he seemed rather mortified to ask his mother or grandmother for anything.


A little more, and the pair finally reached the borders of the supposedly sophisticated pack. Kamari’s pace slowed as she smelt the group scent that lingered in the area. She adopted a quiet, stalking stance, her eyes and ears watching and listening for signs of a patrol nearby. It was strange though, how the border markers were not as…strong as she might have expected them to be. They didn’t smell as fresh, and her brows furrowed at the detail, as if the marks had not been reapplied recently.


When only the sounds of the forest’s nightly chorus reverberated in her ears, Kamari made her way over to Brocade, wondering if he had thought anything odd about the invisible border that they had come across. “Maybe they readjusted their territory boundaries?” She both suggested and asked.


Brocade was older than she, so it was natural for her to defer to his life experiences to see if what they had found had been odd or normal.






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Krios had grown into his new name, had moved out from the cabin that they had shared for just over a year – and moved into the arms of the Shield Apprentice that trotted alongside him. It seemed a strange thing, an archaic thing, but somehow Elphaba Revlis had declared them betrothed to one another. The thought of the darkling Boss had a strange feeling settling in Brocades gut despite Etoiles loss – and he found himself focusing his gaze on the path that sprawled before them.

Brocade managed a crooked smile, ”Good.” His tail twitched, ”I am glad to hear it.”

He wondered if there was anything else that she was not saying – she had been born into the pack as a slave-daughter, but had grown and found her place amongst the wolves. Perception was an important piece of the Salsolan culture, and to turn away a husband – a good, solid, Revlis would have been seen as an insult to the Mafiosi. But… Brocade still couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else there.

He would never ask, but he would wonder.

He mulled over his words and began a short story their gazes catching one another through the trees.

”In Toronto my sister, Hyacinth, was placed into an arranged marriage,” He paused, ”But she decided to abandon the Caravans and pursue her own life. She met someone later, fell in love, had children.” He laughed softly, the chuff leaving his lips with a sharp sound, ”I don’t know why I am telling you this.” He canted his head, ”I am sorry if I have offended you.”

The laugh he made now was dry and brittle between his teeth, ”I just want to know.”

The terrain changed beneath their feet, and they both stood quietly – their words billowing away on the light breeze as they assessed the complete lack of a border. They had both expected there to be one, and Kamari was dropping her head to sniff and seek – though there was truly nothing to be found. He found himself shrugging his large shoulders, his expression narrowing as he peered off through the trees.

”Lets keep going,” He growled softly, ”Perhaps they have gotten smaller.”





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Feel free to PP them moving to the Estate or finding a Sapien milling about!


The Shield Apprentice flicked an ear towards her much larger companion as he spoke of his sister. The name was only vaguely familiar to her, as Kamari had not met with many of Krios’ extended family, and her father didn't often speak on who he had known within the Kingdom unless the was a reason to bring it into the conversation. Even not personally knowing Hyacinthe though, the point of the memory that Brocade shared with Kamari was not lost. The woman had escaped a fate that had been decided for her, and had found her happiness elsewhere.


Kamari wished she could have the same freedom without worry of the consequences. There was her family to think about though. So hard, she had worked to bring honor to the Kaiser name, to make it more than something associated with a group of lowborn Salsolans. To defy the decree that Elphaba made before the Kingdom though would have been to defy the crown, not to mention, to insult the Heiwas.


And, if she had run, what would they have done to her family? She could not have uprooted them to go with her. Her mother had only known of slavery and the Kingdom all of her life. Kamil's lack of interest in survival lessons, fighting, or something...useful made him just as much of a liability. Her father and Kamari alone could not always protect Abeni and Kamil, much less reliably provide for them outside of a protected area such as the Kingdom or the Portland Outpost.


She had others to consider before herself and her own happiness.


In the end, Kamari didn't know Brocade well enough to know if his story was meant to hurt her with the reminder of her lost freedom and her figurative shackles, or if he had simply been trying to show that he understood the situation. She chose to believe the latter, as Brocade had not shown any signs of hostility for her thus yet. “I suppose, at the very least, I knew my husband-to-be before the betrothal,” she replied, avoiding the matter of her feelings about the conversation.


When they reached the oddity that was where Sapient’s border was supposed to have been, the elder of the two apprentices suggested that they keep going. Kamari nodded, skittering off into the underbrush. She did well to not wander far from Brocade, not knowing what they might find the further into Sapient territory that they moved. It was strange for a pack to not regularly mark their boundary lines, and the young Kaiser had not heard of any rumors of large group activity that could have hinted to the pack moving some place else.


Onward they went, keeping their wits about them. They met no one as they went, the only indicator that anybody still vacated the claimed territory found in scents that were hours old. It was peculiar pack behavior. They moved further into foreign territory than Kamari had ever been before outside of the War. The forested woodland became gradually less until they had come across the outskirts of an old human town.


The teenager came to stride beside Brocade once more, her cornflower blue eyes sharp and suspicious as they silently navigated the pack territory with unusual ease. “This isn’t normal,” she commented in a whisper of French. She paused to sniff at the neglected and overgrown cobblestone of their current path. “We haven’t come across even one of them, and we’ve long since passed any notion of their border markers.”







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Her reaction was what he expected. He did not repeat any part of his story or admonish her for the choices that she had not been afforded. Brocade felt lucky that he had been given the right to choose, to follow his heart and allow love to slowly seep in – though he had to chuff softly at that. Love had never truly found him, not matter how much he pined for it. Kamari was a lowborn, but she had been given opportunity.

This had mixed with her ambition and allowed her to soar.

Brocade knew that she worked with O’Riley – the towering Erilaz – but he couldn’t help but wonder what their relationship was. He thought of Elphaba, of the way her sanguine eyes had trailed along the dagger she had pressed to his throat. She was powerful and young – but Brocade was uncertain as to where his own loyalty lay between the two of them. He had pledged allegiance to them both, had sworn his fealty and then some… but somehow, he was still unsure.

He glanced at Kamari and made a sound in his throat.

The feeling here was strange and it had him walking stiff legged, his nostrils flared into the breeze.

There was nothing.

They went further still, ducking under logs and clambering over large tree roots that curled and grew across their path. They continued until the earth gave way to roughly hewn cobblestones, and they picked their way across the road, their nails clacking quietly against the stone. Brocade dropped his head every few feet, curling his lips back to draw air in over his tongue.

”There’s nothing here.” He murmured, raising his head and straining to hear something, anything out in the quiet town. There was no scent of blood, no crackling fire – nothing that said that they had been besieged. They were simply gone, disappeared as if they had never been here at all.

They continued silently, tipping stones and flagging one another with their tails until they came to The Estate – a large building with a majestic front and shiny glass windows. When she came to stand alongside him he chuffed softly at her, ”Where do you think they could have gone?”

Suddenly from inside The Estate came the sound of someone bumping something and the tinkling of glass.


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NPCs: Asura Creo and Colton Gray
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You’re fine<333 We can either have Asura and Colton move on and maybe have Kamari or Brocade sneak around and check things out at the Estate? Or have them do something else?


“Mmm,” she agreed with a shallow nod. She searched the shadowed world for signs of life, not wanting for them to be caught trespassing on claimed territory. Though the border markers had not be reaffirmed in several days, maybe even a week or two, it did not mean that the pack did not still reside in their rumored haunt. Perhaps they were experiencing a conflict and had shifted to their inner most territory claims, or maybe they were in the process of beginning a move. They were the only things that Kamari could think of that would explain why it smelt like nobody in Sapient had bothered to strengthen their boundary lines.


They continued further through the seemingly vacant labyrinth that was the portside town of Bathurst. Occasionally, Kamari would find a scent, a fresh one by a few hours at most, but the paths they took were not coaxing enough to make the jackal hybrid stray from her partner. However, when more and more seemed to crisscross and lead towards the same general direction, the Kaiser grew curious. It was then that the Salsolan pair came across a building unlike the rest that they had seen.


It was larger, and stood alone, with no others save for what looked—and smelt, if the passing breeze were anything to go by—to be likely a stable for horses and livestock nearby. It had the look of something important with how the shape of it was and how the grounds were much better kept than anywhere else in the abandoned town. Kamari sniffed at the air that surrounded them, picking up the thick, group scent that could have been none other than Sapient. Her eyes searching the windows and surrounding area of the dark building though, she couldn’t help but to be reminded of the War, and how she and Brocade had been part of the group that had, ultimately, helped bring about its end with the Clan.


The night had not been unlike this one; dark, their prey perhaps sleeping within their collective home. All they needed was tools to start an angry and hungry fire, and they could have destroyed the group home just as they had the Mansion.


“Their scent is stronger here, maybe they—”

A sound from within the Estate caused her large ears to prick and for Kamari to hunker down low and become one with the shadows that surrounded the two Shield Apprentices. Voices accompanied the sound, and, from out the front door, two individuals appeared with their arms full of goods. One was small and nearly indistinguishable against the dark shadows of the night had the moon not lighted down upon them and their—his, from the scent that was brought their way—companion not been of a sleek, silver hue.


“Be careful, Colton,” the young woman advised to her companion as she held open the door for him. “Glass is hard to come by.”


The dark-hued jackal made a whining sound, “S-s-sorry, Asura. I’m just…nervous is all.”


The silver female appeared to smile at her companion as they began to move off towards the stables. “It’s understandable, but, I think you’ll do fine. You did so for at least year before you joined us, remember?”


“I-I do, but…” Colton paused mid-step, his large ears falling backwards. Sensing that he had stopped following her, Asura halted too, her head turning back to look at him. “I’m…I’m sorry it had to end this way…with e-everyone disappearing s-so soon.”


Asura shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Colton.” She sighed. “Nivosus was the one to abandon us in the end. It’s not like anyone could have predicted for the pack to disband as it did.”


Kamari blinked. Had she really heard them right? Sapient had…disbanded? It certainly explained why all of their border markers were stale. And this Nivosus person…they must have been of some importance—perhaps a leader?—from the context of the silver woman’s words. The Sapienza wondered how many of the once humanized pack remained, as well, how long ago the pack had found itself…falling apart as it seemed.


She cast a glance up at Brocade, wondering what he may have thought about the conversation. It certainly would be news to bring back to the Boss and Erilaz.







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Brocade knew little about the packs that surrounded them. He had learned a few things from the mottled girl that lived in Mistfell Veil, and the red-haired woman he had met at the Tavern down south – but as a soldier he felt best when protecting The Kingdom. He scouted as often as he could, patrolling and ensuring that the scent markers were in place. Salsola was a secretive place, and one did not boast its name when out in the Neutral Territories – but the man still felt proud of where he came from.

Sapient was quiet – a pack that he had heard nothing about during its affluent time. Now it seemed a hollow thing, quiet in the absence of its people.

Brocade opened his mouth to ask something of Kamari, but instead clamped it firmly closed as voices tinkled through the gaping doorway. Immediately the broad secui man crouched, moving into the shadows that would keep him just out of sight as the two figured appeared. There was a silver woman and jackal – each quietly making their way down the steps as they chatted with one another, oblivious to the Salsolans presence.

The Vedetto glanced at Kamari and allowed his eyes to widen slightly as they spoke, and he mouthed, ’Disbanded?’ before focusing on the names that the woman spoke to her nervous comrade.

They stood on the steps for what felt like an eternity until finally continuing on their way – their voices slowly fading into nothing. Brocade gestured with his head and the pair crept their way towards the back of the building – their ears fanning madly in case there were other Sapiens still milling about the large building. Brocade picked his way through rubble until finally sliding behind an overgrown bush that gave way to an open window.

He panted, glancing at Kamari with a raised brow.

Here it would be safe to whisper.

”So they’ve gone?” He shook his head with disbelief, ”Do you think there’s anyone left inside?”

He raised a large hind paw to scratch behind his ears, ”We could look inside – see if there is something we could bring back to The Boss.” He set his foot down quietly, ”Do you think this windows small enough for you to squeeze through?”


I figured they could try some burgling? Brocade can shift into Optime and than let himself in through a side door? Or, Kamari could get through the window and then find and alternate way for him to get in? Let me know if you would like me to change anything !Shy


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Sounds like fun to me! Feel free to PP a random Sapien walking by (if you want!) before Kamari eventually coming back out from somewhere and letting him in through one of the side entrances!


It seemed Brocade was just as taken back by the unexpected news as she was. Of all things for them to come across, a pack in the midst of disbandment was not something Kamari had expected to come of their search beyond the Kingdom’s borders for Etoile. They waited in stealthy silence as the two Sapiens moved on, continuing to converse with one another about the pack’s current state of affairs and the dark one’s journey that was to start the following morning. Despite their departure from the immediate area, Kamari remained alert for any more that might be lurking about. It was clear that the two Shield Apprentices had wandered deep into once-claimed territory.


With a gesture from Brocade, the pair were on the move once more. They slunk towards the building, keeping to the shadows as they went. Their pace was ever alternating, between slow, careful steps when one or the other suspected enemy movement, to quick movements when crossing over unprotected terrain. Eventually, they took cover in a large bush beneath a conveniently open window on the lower floor. Kamari peaked from beneath the bush for any roving Sapiens, her small size allowing her to slip beneath the thick, mazework of limbs of the plant.


“Seems like they’re in the process of it,” she whispered to him, backing out from where she had crawled. She shook out her fur of the feeling of the bush’s twigs grabbing at her flesh. Cornflower blue eyes glanced up at the open window, “If they were here at this hour, there may be more within.” If it was anything like the Clan’s Mansion, there was a large likelihood that some might have taken up residence within the building. And like the two they had seen earlier, there may have been a few others still lingering about.


She smirked in the darkness to the Valentine’s suggestion. “That and news of this pack’s disbandment might please her.” She knew O’Riley would have wanted to learn of such information. Elphaba, she thought, might be more interested in a pretty trinket or other valuable to add to her collection of things.


Kamari’s gaze returned to the window in question, narrowing upon it as she tried to consider the pros and cons of such an entry. In the end, she nodded firmly. “If you hoist me up, I can slip in. I’m small enough in this form that they might mistake me for a stray fox at a glance if someone sees me.” The wonders of what shadows and darkness could do on the mind. “I’ll make a quick sweep and find a way to get you in without causing a racket.”







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Brocade couldn’t help the smile that crept along his lips at the mention of Elphaba, though he hid it with a well positioned hand. ”All information pleases The Boss –“ He dipped his head, ”Though The Erilaz will be pleased I should think.” They were scouts, keepers of information… and though this had started as an expedition to located his lost beloved it had somehow become a treasure trove of information.

”One second.”

With a cracking sound he launched into a shift, buckling over amongst the leaves as his bones twisted and changed. There was something beautiful about the transition between forms and when he was done he shook out his pelt, ignoring the singing pain that rang along his scarred shoulder. He used his hands to wipe at his face, tugging his hair back into a knot that kept it out of his face.

When he was done he rolled his shoulders and glanced at the smaller jackal.

His voice was a rough whisper, ”Come on, I’ll hoist you.”

The beast crouched and allowed her to step into his hands, where he lifted her to the open window. For a moment she teetered there silently as they both listened for the creaking that would mean another body – but there was nothing but the whistle of wind and rustling leaves. Her nails clicked on the ledge, and a moment later she was gone – disappeared into the shadows of the once busy Estate.

Brocade stayed crouched for some time, his larger form less easily hidden – but he was careful as he picked his way along the edges of the building. He tested the set of his feet as he went, the gold-coin of his eyes hard and at attention.

”I thought I saw something…” The voice had him stiffening, and he melted into a side lane, his lips peeled back to reveal slick teeth. He crouched as a pair of wolves trotted passed, their tails flagged behind them. ”I think you’re crazy. There’s nothing there.” The one wolf-dog rested hands on hips, ”I swear I saw something.”

”This place is full of ghosts now.”

Brocade slipped away before he could be seen, casting one last look over his shoulder as the pair disappeared from view.

When he came to a side doorway he waited pressed against the stone, his hands twitching at his sides. The sound of another approach had him crouching, and he hissed softly through his teeth as the door swung inward to reveal The Emissary, her lips pulled back into a smug grin.

”What took you so long?” He smiled and resisted the urge to pat her head. He wasn’t sure if his hand would survive the action.

”There were others outside – but I didn’t see anyone else.”

They tiptoed down the hall, and he peeked into empty door way after empty door way.

”They’ve really cleared out.”

HEEHEE They can find something cool and then slip away back to SL >:]

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Lupus --> Optime
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Up to you where they go/what they steal/if they split up or stay together! Sapient probably had a lot of booze left in the bar lounge? They could also steal something fancy from storage or something left behind in a personal room? Maybe a project-in-progress from the communal workshop? Kamari will probably scope out the library and take a book or journal since some of the Luperci-written would contain Metier/AoS-related stuff, pack history journals, etc.


She nodded, amused that she and Brocade seemed to have thought along the same lines regarding their leaders and how they’d take the information that they were to bring back. He began to shift then, and Kamari went back to peaking out through the bushes that they’d hidden behind. Brocade would be vulnerable while he was shifting, and if one of these Sapiens happened to find their hiding spot while he was mid-shift, it could have been disastrous for the Valentine.


It didn’t take him long, and she pulled back from her look out position so that they could continue on with their ever-changing mission. He held out his large hands for her to step into, and she did so as steadily as she could in her Lupus form. With his hoist, she managed to leap onto the open windowsill, and, after making a cursory glance around the dark room that it was connected to, Kamari slipped inside. She turned back around, placing her forepaws on the windowsill so that she could look down at Brocade on the other side. She whispered, “I’ll try to see if I can open that door around the side.” She gestured with her snout before disappearing back into the Estate.


Kamari trusted that Brocade would be able to hold his own until she found a way for him to get in quietly. He was large and knew how to fight, and if his placement on O’Riley and Elpbaba’s infiltration team during the last stretch of the war had meant anything, he could handle himself just fine. If the words of the silver woman had been true, the pack was in a state of disbandment anyways, so, it was unlikely that they’d be as battle-ready for a fight in the dark of the night.


The jackal hybrid peered around the room, taking a few inquisitive sniffs as her eyes carefully scrutinized the dark shadows within. It looked to be a kitchen. Still-drying herbs hung from hooks on the ceiling and along the mantel of the fireplace, and various pots and pans were strewn about on the shelves and countertops. It seemed as if someone was in the midst of picking through them, perhaps to decide which they wanted to take or leave behind for another. As she moved about the room, she could smell food still stowed away in some of the cabinets. Upon one of the countertops, she spotted a rusted knife, which she took carefully by the handle between her jaws.


Having traveled there in their Lupus forms, both Shield Apprentices were without any weaponry.


Silently, Kamari crept towards one of the open doors and peered out into the large, open room beyond it. There were two large staircases that led to a second floor and many other hallways that branched off from the area from the looks of it. Slowly, she moved further out into the room, being sure to keep her ears pricked and eyes searching for any signs of a Luperci milling about.


The room, she guessed, was the entrance area of the Estate. There were doors that—according to logic and the fact that they laid on the same wall as the window that she had snuck in through—lead out to the front of the building; likely the very same ones that the silver wolfdog and dark jackal had come out through. Taking advantage of the silence and her small figure in her Lupus form, Kamari decided to make a quick sweep of the lower floor. After all, what good would it be to break Brocade into the Estate if it was teeming with awake Sapiens still within it?


She stalked around the edges of the main hall, sending a scrutinizing gaze down its dark hallways. The whole place—obviously—still stunk of Sapient and its members, though, there were a lot of scents that were duller, a good indication that the place was, perhaps, not as teeming with life as it had once been. Kamari eventually made her way back around towards the side that the kitchen was on, and, through spatial orientation, was able to deduce where the side door she had seen and told Brocade that she would meet him at would be.


The hallway led past quite a few rooms, though, thankfully, many seemed to have either been vacated, were not in use, or the previous tenant was not there. Kamari arrived at a stairwell, and hid in the darkness that lied beneath it to shift into her Optime form. When she was finished, she rolled the fingers of one of her hands before picking up the knife she had procured and making her way over to the door.


Carefully, she pulled open the door, thankful that it did not announce their intrusion. Peaking out, she couldn’t help but to grin up at Brocade when she found him just outside. “Had to make sure there was nobody home,” she explained in a hushed voice before holding up the knife she had found, “Also got us this in case our presence is not well received.”


At the mention of more Sapiens, her brows knitted together in mild concern. Though she had not found any in her search, it still seemed that Sapient was still quite active in the area. They would need to be on their guard in case any should return during their raid of the Estate that night.


She turned and the pair of them made a more thorough look through the rooms as they moved down the hallway. “I didn’t find anybody downstairs,” she confirmed to his observation. “There’s a library up behind the main staircases up ahead, and some open shop-like room further down that hallway. There may be more stuff upstairs, but, we’d have to be careful.” It wouldn’t be so easy to duck out a window or escape outside from the second story.





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The emptiness of the vast Estate was eery to the soldier. It was evident that this was a place where at one time many luperci had co-existed and called this place home. There were rooms with discarded furs, crooked paintings that lay on crooked walls. He chuffed softly, laughing at the rusty blade that Kamari held in her hand. ”Well done Emissary.“ Considering they had both come upon the empty building unarmed it was a welcome addition to their scouting party – and would come in handy should they encounter anyone wandering the empty halls.

They moved methodically, the shorter jackal checking blind corners and Brocade peeking through banisters that marked their path through the Estate.

”I wonder how long they lived here.” He whispered, stepping into a large room that was bordered in bookshelves. There were broken pieces of furniture, drawers pulled open and long forgotten. He stood for a moment in the centre of it all, breathing deeply the musty scent of a room that had lain still too long. Motes of dust danced between his fingers, and as he slowly crept toward the rows of sagging books he clicked his teeth.

Brocade collected a leather bag that lay strewn across the back of a chair and slung it over his shoulder. He tried to avoid the creaks in the floor and winced as he stepped on a board that groaned under his weight. He cursed softly, and adjusted himself – but found his eyes drawn towards a large cabinet which lay out of the way. There was a piece of canvas cast across its top, the edges of it carved with what had once been ornate vines and flowers.

One of the doors hung askew, and Brocade pushed it open with a careful hand.

Inside were bottles of booze, dusty green and blue pushed together into a dark corner. He tapped a cork with a long claw and chortled to himself, pulling two of the largest bottles and carefully wrapping them in canvas so they would not jostle together against his hip. He attempted to read the titles of the moldy books, but there was nothing he could understand.

He went back to the hallway and skulked to another room. There were shiny baubles and stacks upon stacks of notebooks.

They came together again at the base of a stairway, and Brocade smiled down at the Emissary.

”What’d you find?”

They should have a party when they get back to SL ehehheh

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Thanks for the thread!<333


“Probably for quite some time,” she guessed, judging by the amount of repairs they had passed, places where something had sat for a long time before it had been removed, and from the various items still left in the kitchen from which she had come in through. There were things still present in the Estate that hinted at an accumulated growth of goods over something that would have been more than a mere year’s time living within it.


The intruders continued their careful browsing, ever mindful of their surroundings as they trekked through unknown territory. At one point, they split from one another, the Sapienza drawn by in by the library with its many bookshelves. She wondered if the humanized pack had anything like what was rumored to be in the Kingdom’s guarded stores, if they held any relevance that might be of use to Salsola. She quietly perused the many shelves, the books seeming to have been kept in some form of order by a meticulous individual or individuals.


There were quite a few that were beyond her short reach, and there were others that looked to be only kept in the hope that someone might be able to somehow repair them in their dilapidated state. Mold grew in a few places where moisture seemed to frequent, and a few books that Kamari plucked from their orderly number were greatly missing in their pages. On a desk, there were some that appeared to be in a state of being transcribed, books of old that were in the midst of being re-written by Luperci means. It was a marvel to look at, as it was very clear that the pack had a few that cared for its wealth of information.


It was a sight that Kamari was sure the Paladin, Idrieus, would have appreciated.


She continued to look about, her cornflower blue eyes ever searching for books, pages, or journals that might benefit the Kingdom’s knowledge. It took a bit of looking, but, eventually, the Shield Apprentice was able to find a few notable items to take with her; a journal with horrible scrawling, but appeared to be about fighting techniques, another that read about Sapient’s history, a third notated about plants and their medicinal properties, and the last had information on trade in both the area and to and from Portland.


Being of Luperci-make, they were of better condition than the human-written ones, and were fuller and more valuable than some of the other Luperci-written notebooks that were on the same shelf. The journals themselves were relatively light and small—a few looking to only be partially finished or incomplete—which would make taking them back to the Kingdom a relatively easy feat. Kamari gathered her finds within a forgotten blanket of sorts that had been left on the back of an arm chair, tying her pilfered journals into a makeshift shoulder bag.


Kamari headed back out into the main hall, spying Brocade standing before one of the main staircases. She skittered over to him, her eyes roving the upper crossways to ensure that they were still alone and undetected. “A few books that will be of better use for the Kingdom than they will be rotting here,” she answered with a smirk.


She eyed his newly acquired bag and returned the inquiry. Both satisfied with their haul, they escaped the same way they had come into the Estate, skirting the shadows of the world beyond as they made their way back to the safety of the Kingdom; the search for the missing Etoile temporarily forgotten from their minds.





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