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Baelish D’Angelo

He was going to be a father.

He was going to be… a FATHER.

Baelish still couldn’t quite believe it, but every time he thought about it, he felt like he could fly.

At the same time, a part of him was somewhat disappointed, only because it meant that he did not have very much time to enjoy his wife, just the two of them. Soon their household would be filled with the mewling of pups, and their lives filled with that much more responsibility. But the pros outweighed the cons, and Baelish, ever the negotiator, was happy with this deal.

Now, he was more than content to root himself by Zuri’s side and never leave her, as her belly grew and grew, but he knew he could not be so complacent. Puppies meant more mouths to feed, and more mouths meant more food. He was not the best hunter, and while he knew he could rely on his pack-mates for food, he’d rather be a provider rather than a charity case. So to get food from somewhere other than the Vale, that meant trade, for trade, items needed to be acquired.

Baelish already had a pretty healthy store of goods for barter, but the majority of them were higher end, things meant for large surpluses of food or for more rarer items such as weapons and paper. He didn’t have much anymore in the way of lower-grade items, and so he knew he had to make a trip out to find some. Most of the area around Mistfell Vale had been picked clean, so a trip farther out, somewhere less frequented, would be necessary.

He did not want to go alone, and so had asked around the Vale for a companion, and one had volunteered; Genevieve Auditore. He did not know the woman well, but was happy for the camaraderie offered by her presence. She was happy to join him because she had never been to the island, and she had heard tell that there were horses there ready to catch. Baelish was not so eager to try to track down the equines, but if Ginny was willing to do so, he had not problems with it. They had set out towards Prince Edward Island one cold morning; it would take them until the next evening to reach the Black River Reserve and meet Kaden, the shaggy wolf-dog who would ferry them to the island.

The trip was spent mostly in silence, but the two Valers did get to know each other along the way, enough so that they were comfortable talking about this and that without hesitance. The first night camping was cold, but beautiful under a starry sky. By the time they reached their destination, Baelish was renewed with the eagerness to explore the island.

The price agreed upon was paid for passage; Kaden would take them to the island and then pick them up after one and a half days, enough time for the two of them to make their rounds and find what they could. Baelish knew a pack had once lived on the island, so was hoping to find not only human goods but also Luperci ones. As they ferried across, Baelish looked out over the frosty waters, thinking about his wife and future children. He felt like he could sing, but instead only smiled and hummed.

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#2
WC: 318

Ginny had never been to Prince Edward Island, but she knew allll about it already. Okay, maybe not all about it, but she knew a bit because of Sapient's friendliness with the pack that used to be there. She was excited to get to go to it, especially since it would be a couple day trip. She would miss Rupert while she was gone, but she thought that maybe he was due for a break from 'her antics' as he described her behavior sometimes, especially when he was asking her to quit doing whatever it was that she was doing at the time.

Thankfully for him, and probably for Baelish, Ginny had managed to learn the value in companionable silence. While she could have talked his ear off the whole time, she didn't need to. Rupert would have been so proud. Ginny couldn't wait to tell him. There was certainly going to be a lot more to tell him after this, and Rupert was polite enough to listen for a while.

When they arrived at the island, Ginny felt antsy and ready to be off the ferry. She could not imagine traveling over the ocean on a boat because there was so little room to move. Sure, ocean going vessels were larger, but still! It was months! She also did not enjoy the way it moved under her feet and the little bit of rocking left her feeling mildly nauseous. Sailing was definitely not going to be her thing.

"Alright," Ginny said as they headed off the beach. "Maybe we should start over there?" Ginny pointed to some buildings that were further inland. They looked like they had seen much better days, but she figured that the further they were from shore, the more likely they were to come across something useful. "It looks like there's a field over there, too. Maybe some horses?"
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The red sand shores of Prince Edward Island grew closer and closer, and then finally, the small dingy crunched against the earth. Kaden jumped out and pull the boat further onto shore, and Genevieve was quick to follow him. Baelish took his time, readying his pack and empty sack for goods, and scanning the ferry to make sure he had not left any items behind.

Baelish hopped off board and clapped Kaden on the shoulder, about to thank him and reaffirm their pick up time, but the wolf-dog nearly jumped out of his skin with fright, before looking at Baelish apologetically "Sorry mate…" he said, "I’ve been a bit on edge lately. There’s been some strange things afoot…" His eyes shifted to Genevieve, who was already expressing her desire to horse hunt, "Keep yer eyes out, Baelish."

The Elkenfrey watched the wolf-dog jump back into the boat and make quick to get back out into the water. Baelish was very put off by his cryptic warning, by the ferry-man had always been a little off, so he tried to put it out of his mind.

Instead, he turned and hiked over to Ginny, Well they’re not going to come out now after all the ruckus of us arriving. He said, As long as keep keen and quiet we may spot some, but for now, let’s head over to that town and see what we can find.

Baelish was itching to scavenge, it had been far too long since he had gotten his hands dirty. The town was worn out and wind and sea-battered; he could tell as soon as they got close that there wouldn't be much to find. He grimaced slightly, well, maybe there was some rope or chain; that would be useful. The man pushed against a dry rotted door to enter a building that looked like it was once a blacksmith or store front of some kind, and nearly tripped over a skull. He flinched; thinking that it was a Luperci skull, but at a second glanced realized that it must have belonged to some kind of sea-mammal.

Puffing out his tension in a cloud of breath, he called back to Genevieve; Find anything? And then, out of the corner of his eye, movement. His head jerked to look outside a broken window, but there was nothing there… he swore he had seen someone… or something… walking in the distance.

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#4
WC: 278

Genevieve supposed she would need to be patient. Baelish was right; the horses would probably have taken off with all the commotion. With a sigh, she schooled herself to be calm and wait. Creating more activity would probably mean that the horses took that much longer to come out. Rupert would be so proud of her. Ginny was going to make sure she told him allll about this part of the trip.

While Baelish checked one building, Ginny headed over to the remains of another one. There was a lot of rotted wood, and small wood bits, but nothing seemed like it would be all that useful. She nudged a board aside with her foot to reveal what was under it, which turned out to be more useless wood fragments. Yay.

"Nada," Ginny called back, looking up at the direction Baelish's voice came from. "Buncha wooden bits, but not much else." This place was really picked over, and she wondered if they should have headed off further onto the island. Were there more settlements to pick through? There had been a pack here, so maybe. Krokar had built some of its own buildings, but Ginny did not know if Midnight Shores had done the same, or if they had just used whatever buildings were still mostly livable.

"What about you?" Just as she said it, she thought she heard something. A horse? Maybe it was a horse! She whipped her head over to look and caught a little bit of movement off in the distance, but it was tough to tell between building rubble and brush that wasn't covered in snow. "Hey I think I saw something."
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Maybe it had just been the wind. Yes… just the wind playing among the sea grasses, or perhaps a far-off shadow of a wave. Whatever it was, it was gone. Baelish huffed out a puff of air as he heard Genevieve call out that she too had found nothing.

He rummaged around more in the store front, but all he uncovered was a leather vest. Normally he would have snatched it up, as it seemed in decent shape, but it stank to high heavens. Had a skunk had a litter of kits on this? It was strange, he could not place the smell, but it was foul… he realized it was probably discarded by another Luperci, since he could not marry the scent to any beast he knew.

Now Baelish was completely unnerved, and suddenly felt extremely isolated, exposed, on this little island. Not only that, but if there was something going on here, some kind of danger, it was not just he but now innocent Genevieve.

He was quick to exit the dilapidated building to join back up with her, just as she stated she had seen something. The Elkenfrey grabbed his Hawkesond companion’s arm, firmly enough to make his next words that much more serious, We should get into the trees.

He released her and made a beeline towards the closest grove, it was at least a hundred yards away; they were in the middle of the town after all. Baelish’s fur stood on edge and he made sure that Genevieve was following him; he did not outrank her, but he suddenly felt a deep responsibility for her well-being.

They didn’t make it to the tree-line.

What stopped them was a horrendous sound, a sort of wheezing, shrieking whinny. Baelish stopped dead in his tracks, kicking up red sand, his ears and head turning every which way to see what had made that noise. And there, in the tall beach grasses, a body writhing, thin limbs twisting.

Somewhat horrified, but at the same time relieved that it wasn’t a Luperci, Baelish saw instead a foal. He approaching delicately, Mein Gott… He said, reverting back to his child-tongue. The horse was sick, that was for damn sure- it did not even mind his proximity, and he could see its legs were swollen and covered in sores. He was no horse person, but he knew that this was not a normal ailment, and in a creature so young. He turned to look at Genevieve, wide-eyed, to see if she had any input.

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Ginny opened her mouth to protest when Baelish grabbed her arm, but her teeth snapped closed again at his words, but more importantly, at his tone. She looked around, trying to spot any sign of danger as a chill went down her spine. Something was really wrong here, and apparently he had sensed it already. Or was it his urgency that was ramping up her own anxiety? Either way, Ginny nodded and went along as they went for cover.

Then came the sound.

The fur down her back did its best to on end under her shirt and the chilled feeling from her spine spread, lancing through her stomach. She found the sight at the same time Baelish did and she reached out to grab for his arm. It was a move she would have made if it was Rupert with her, as automatic as her fear.

“Wh-what…” Several questions lodged in her throat and suddenly all Ginny wanted to do was get off this island. Ginny met Baelish’s gaze, her own eyes wide with shock. Half of her wanted to go put the horse out of its obvious misery, but the other half was worried about catching whatever it had that was causing it to look like that.

“Trees,” Ginny said, pushing him forward. She still wanted to get to what felt like safety. She stared at the horse the rest of the distance, and before she could put together a full sentence, the chill she felt before suddenly became an icy blast, falling on her head. She yelped, jumping sideways, trying to get out of the sudden deluge of water. It pressed her normally wild hair into her eyes, immediately soaked through her shirt, and her teeth started chattering with cold. The freezing cold left her disoriented as she fought to pull her shirt off, wanting to shake out her fur. She stumbled over something at her feet and landed on her knees as the fabric finally came free over her head. She tossed it carelessly behind her and then pawed at her hair, trying to see from behind it.

“Baelish?!” She could hear a commotion nearby and struggled to stand.
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Baelish D’Angelo

She seemed to be as shocked as he and even clung to his arm. The horse seemed to be near death, and Baelish did not want to touch it. Ginny and he were quick to move towards the tree-line again.

But just at the edge, they were attacked.

Something was pulled over Baelish’s face; wet burlap; and then over him was poured icy water. He gasped at the sudden shock of it, and then he was pushed down onto his knees. He struggled against unseen foes, and heard Ginny cry out; she must have been ambushed as well.

His gasping breaths sucked in the ice-cold wet burlap, and he felt spider-like fingers tugging at his pants and vest. He clawed out, trying to catch whoever it was, but sliced through nothing but air.

Whoever it was was trying to disrobe him, and they managed to do so, easily removing his now soaking wool cape, followed by his leather pants; for a horrifying moment he thought that the assailants were going to violate them.

When they managed to remove his shirt, the burlap came with it; Baelish’s eyes frantically tried to readjust to the light of day, and he tried to breath normally again. Everything was blurry, between the freezing water, lack of oxygen and light, he spun against the foes drunkenly but could not quite see them.

Once his vision started to clear, he saw that they were retreating into the trees, and what he saw shocked him all over again. They were hairless, pinkish gray skin where fur should be, and the strangeness of it made him second guess that they were Luperci at all.

But they were running away, and that was all that mattered. Baelish turned and was quick to find Ginny, who laid in the sandy earth a few paces away; it seemed they had also parted her with her shirt. He was quick to clamber to her side, Are you alright? He wheezed, Did they hurt you? He had only been robbed, but a beautiful girl like Genevieve… well, vagrants might want her for other vices.

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