The Four Directions

Saga

POSTED: Wed Jul 17, 2019 8:34 pm

YOUR TIME WILL COME

The woman and her pup rose with the sun and began their morning routines. Currently, they were on the outskirts of some territory. She hadn't dared walk too close in fear of how the pact might react, but they stayed close enough that they might be able to gain some information from others if they passed by. She was hoping that soon they would join up with Mac again.

Each day, Junior asked more and more questions, and lately, it had been about their cultural routines and ceremonies. As high priestess, she was in charge of teaching the sacred lessons, and so it was only fitting that when her own son came of age that she would teach him as well. On this morning, he was going to learn about the meaning of the medicine wheel.

Beatrix shifted up into her two-legged form, as was customary of religious leaders during ceremonies. She sat cross-legged on the ground as she sorted four piles of plants in front of her. Each pile was facing a different direction, North, East, South, and West, all within one big circle drawn in the dirt. Her bear claw necklace jangled softly as she worked.

Beatrix pointed to the first pile with her long, sharp claw. "Do you recognize this plant?" She asked with a smile, pointing at the needle-like plant facing the northern direction.

"Cedar!" he responded with a gleeful bark. Junior's tail wagged happily at the knowledge he'd gained already from watching his mother. "That's right! What a smart boy I have," the white woman offered in return. She smiled proudly. This pup would learn quickly.

But before Beatrix could continue on with her lesson, three new scents drifted towards her. Her son, still green in the ways of identifying smells, was oblivious until he saw the concern grow on his mother's face. In order to still her son's worry, she wordlessly held up her hand to motion him to stay put. Quietly she stood up and wrapped her hand around the hilt of her ceremonial knife. The woman waiting patiently for the strangers to make their presence known.

POSTED: Fri Aug 02, 2019 12:59 pm

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Today was one of the rare days that both boys had actively sought out her companionship. Summer had meant endless long days of adventuring and running each other ragged, and the amusement of it had had to run out eventually. Both were getting older too, no longer easily satisfied by roughhousing and growing more and more eager to learn about the world they were growing up in. Saga was obviously all too pleased to let them tag along, especially considering their sudden eagerness to see what she did in her day to day life. Granted she wasn't naive enough to believe that they were all that interested, they were just bored of adventuring alone and shadowing their mother as she went about her daily duties was the next best option in their mind. It beat standing indoors all-day staring out the window in any case...

The day had been going well, until Saga caught a scent upon the border. The dappled woman refused to let her guard down, even when she did smell the scent of another youngster. She reiterated this soundly to both boys, who argued that a mother and child couldn't be that dangerous. Finally, she'd argued with them enough to convince them to stay in the brush at the edge of the clearing, dour faces on them both. Vibrant eyes held the pale woman in wary regard, noting the knife she wore and reminding herself to tell the boys "I told you so." Once they were reunited. A mother protecting her child was far more dangerous than any man.

'You're on the edge of Mistfell Vale, so I'd be careful with that knife if I were you.' The Ursarchon warned softly. She did not pose herself aggressively as she usually did, and her small, slight form lent itself well to keeping the situation calm.

Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
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POSTED: Sat Aug 03, 2019 11:22 am

YOUR TIME WILL COME

A spotted black woman emerged and offered a soft warning. She had a presence similar to that of her partner, both strong and relaxed. After a moment of contemplation, the white woman moved her hand away from her knife and relaxed her stance. It was true that she was the one on the edge of someone else's territory, so perhaps her caution could come off as aggression. There was a dangerous difference between the two. "I apologize, you never can be too careful when traveling with young ones." Her eyes flicked over to her son who sat stilly watching the other woman, his ears turned back in uncertainty.

There was still two other presence who had not made themselves known yet, but they smelled almost as green as her own boy. "But I'm sure you can understand my caution, just as you have taken your own measures." Her eyes traveled behind the woman and towards the scent of the others still concealed.

Beatrix shrugged and turned to sit back down. Without much care for the other woman, she resumed her cross-legged positions and examined the piles of plants in front of her. She turned her head, not quite looking at the other woman, and spoke, "I hope it's alright if I continue on with my lesson? We're merely passing through and have no intention of encroaching any further on your territory." She paused, waiting for the other woman to offer her approval.

POSTED: Thu Aug 08, 2019 2:37 pm

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'Would it not be more prudent to move your lesson elsewhere?' Saga questioned. She gave the woman a smile, though it was largely hollow, and there was a sharp edge to her words. True, the stranger and her son were doing little harm by being where they were, Saga didn't foresee any trouble as it stood, but it bothered her than they could traipse so near and had done. Besides, it was only out of good luck that they'd ended up on the borders of the Vale, they could have easily ended up on the borders of somewhere with far more sinister views on almost trespassers. The Thistle Kingdom, Salsola, came to mind in an instant. The pack she had been born into and quickly left when she was scarcely older than her own sons.

The thought of letting either of them make such a long journey along turned her stomach. The thought of a parent letting their child do something so insane turned it even more. Her father had never cared, begetting progeny was something that he'd been hardwired to do. Something he saw as duty and not something he did out of love. Granted, she'd spent the months running up to the birth of her owns sons flatly denying her mistake and had only come to love them sometime after.

The rustling of grass behind her made her take her eyes off of the mother and son for a moment, vibrant eyes flicking back to throw her youngest son a scolding look as he attempted to creep up on the conversing women. Awkward and ungainly, long legs and a stocky body, Daniel was ill-suited for espionage as this juncture, and his older brother who tailed him inquisitively was not better.

'Back.' she ordered, her voice given no one any impression other than the one that it was she that ruled these lands.

'She's not gunna do anything..!' The teal eyed youngest protested, his back up chiming in with a stubborn, 'Yeah..!'. Another glare was enough to silence them, but neither retreated and neither seemed particularly pleased.

Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
Ursarchon
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fortitude
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POSTED: Fri Aug 16, 2019 10:37 am

YOUR TIME WILL COME

"Would it not be more prudent to move your lesson elsewhere?" A warning. A threat. She continued keeping her hands busy as she contemplated her options. Should she continue as is and ignore what she was saying? Should she retort with a threat of her own? Either option suited her fine; She had the strength of The Creator behind her. One thing was certain though, she was absolutely not moving her son when he looked so expectant of her.

But before she could make up her mind, two young pups emerged: A tawny boy with bright blue eyes, and a beige and charcoal boy with clear green eyes, both slightly older than her own. Their curious eyes gazed over them as they protested with their mother. The stubbornness common with their age made the white woman chuckle. Oh to be young and carefree, she thought.

Beatrix looked over at her own son and saw his full attention was on the other youngsters, his tail swishing quickly across the ground. It had been a long time since he had spent time with others close to his own age, a time which he probably wouldn't even remember. The second that he was old enough to travel, they had left. Not a kind life for her son, she knew, but one that would bring about a life more in touch with the true wishes of The Creator.

But it seemed like the spirits had other plans for them today, one that involved Junior learning what it meant to be a pup. Her heart softened as she spoke to the other woman; "Or perhaps we could pause the lessons and allow the youngsters some time to play?" From the corner of her eye she saw Juniors ears perk up as he jumped to his feet. She could not help but smile when she saw his happy expression. "If that's alright, that is. Travel has not allowed Junior much opportunity to find friends." The spotted woman seemed hard and cautious, but she doubted that she would turn down such an innocent request.

POSTED: Fri Aug 30, 2019 10:34 am

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All Saga's attempts to ward off the pale woman and her young son were scuppered as soon as her own boys edged forward to interact with the young boy themselves. The three boy's body language mirrored each other's, erect ears and swinging tails.

'It doesn't seem like I've been given much of a choice...' The Ursarchon mused with quiet disdain as she side-eyed her sons. Both boys were getting incredibly good at ignoring what they were told to do by their mother, it had been an incredibly long time since either of them listened to her with her having to repeat herself. It was a strange thing for Saga to accept. Being the Ursarchon meant commanding respect and compliance, though it seemed she was unable of commanding that same respect and compliance from the very souls who'd she'd given life. In the end, she supposed they saw her as their mother first and foremost, and as their leader second, and. ultimately she figured that was for the best. Even though it was highly inconvenient at times like this.

'Why remain free-roaming with such a young child?' The dappled woman questioned, settling down into the grass and holding the pale woman with a questioning stare.

Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
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POSTED: Wed Sep 04, 2019 11:53 am

YOUR TIME WILL COME

The white woman smiled as the pups gave the black woman trouble. Pups would be pups, and the respect for their mother would have to be re-earned with time. She was not looking forward to the time when Junior would also start doing the same. Soon enough, she thought to herself. To Junior, she gave a nod of approval, before he bounded off in excitement to play with the others. If only she could offer him more time like this to be young.

Saga came over to talk as the boys played. Beatrix looked over at her, her eyes set in both determination and sadness. "We are searching for a new home, one where we can practice our spirituality without hindrance from others. The boy's father is also out in the area searching for a suitable location." Her emerald eyes searched the forest around them, almost in hopes of him appearing right in that moment. She longed to be reunited with Mac again.

"I know it is neither an ideal situation, nor safe, to bring up a pup while traveling, but we were not given much choice. The Creator has plans for us, and we must follow those wishes to bring us our most true life." Beatrix looked at the plants in front of her. Cedar for protection, tobacco for healing, sweetgrass for purification, and sage for cleansing; The lesson she would teach Junior once he was done his play.

All four of the directions needed to stay in balance if they were to succeed. Her hands traveled to the cedar and grabbed hold of the needles softly. She was afraid to admit it, but the more time that past, the more worried she became. Perhaps she should make tea from these needles to grant them more protection in this time of uncertainty.

"Would you mind if I made a small fire to make a drink? You're welcome to partake in the tea I would make, as well as your boys." She asked the woman. She did not wish to overstep herself. She could wait to make the liquid till later, but making it now would bring her more peace.

POSTED: Fri Sep 06, 2019 5:13 pm

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'You'll find many places here that won't give a damn what you do.' Saga said, her dappled tail curling around her equally dappled legs. Her words were not pointed, nor were they aggressive, but the Ursarchon had a direct way of speaking, she always had done. Admittedly, Saga had had to fight the hint of derision in her voice from eeking out. Chasing spirituality as opposed to keeping one's child safe and sound seemed daft to the young D'Angelo. It seemed, however, that the pale stranger was entirely aware of the dangers, though her explanation didn't really satisfy the Ursarchon, who's spirituality began and ended in more or less the same place. Even if there was truly some sort of creator, Saga mused, she doubted they would take interest in the day to day runnings of some random loner and her wandering family.

Still, Saga said nothing. She wouldn't start an argument for something so feeble. Although she was still young, despite her two growing sons, she didn't assume herself to be knowledgeable about motherhood. Yet still, she didn't assume that anyone knew more than her either. The Ursarchon held the woman and her blue gaze in her own vibrant watch as she made a move to make tea. Saga nodded her approval, though she doubted whether her own boys would stop their antics long enough to drink tea.

Saga D'Angelo
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POSTED: Mon Sep 23, 2019 1:44 pm

YOUR TIME WILL COME

With a nod of approval, the white woman began the process of making the tea. With care, the woman set up a small campfire in which to boil her pot of water. Once the water was bubbling gently, she plucked the needles from the branch she had gathered earlier and placed them in the water. Next she took the pot off the fire and place it on a large, flat rock nearby.

Soon a deep, earthy smell smell rose up from the concoction. As it seeped, the water began to turn a light reddish-brown, a stark contrast from the dark green needles. Once a small amount of oil had risen to the surface she knew it was finished.

From her bag she pulled out several simple wooden cups. She poured the water from the pot and into the cups, careful to leave the needles in the pot. ”Junior, pine tea if you wish,” the woman called out, ”There’s enough tea for you boys as well if you want.” Once her son joined her, she placed the cup on the ground so he could lap it up.

Then she turned to her guest, but before she passed it over she paused, looking towards the spotted woman’s belly, ”I’m sorry for such a question, but are you with child? This is not a drink for those who are pregnant.” While this drink was used for ceremonial purposes, it also had the unfortunate effect of causing miscarriages. ”Sorry, I should have asked earlier. It offers great insight to those who drink it, but will make you drop any unborn pups. It is well known where I come from, but I should not assume you share the same knowledge.” The white woman held the tea in her hands, waiting for her reply. She did not want to unknowingly hurt someone else.

POSTED: Sat Sep 28, 2019 12:39 pm

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Saga stiffened at the strange woman's question. It was forward, and not a subject she wanted to approach with or without her sons present. Even though it was something she'd gone into the encounter with Boone banking on, now she wasn't so sure she wanted to accept the possibility. There was a long moment of silence, in which green eyes narrowed, the boys both bounded over with their new friend to indulge, and while their attention was directed elsewhere, Saga replied, 'I'll pass.'

For a moment she wondered why she was turning it down if she was regretting her actions and the likely repercussions of them. Ultimately, she had decided to face the future in whatever form it took. To directly cause the death of children, or things that would eventually be children was too much of a drastic step for the Ursarchon to consider. Reluctantly, she came to the conclusion that the choices she'd made and been her own and she had no business doing anything aside from shouldering that responsibility.

Saga D'Angelo
Mistfell Vale
Ursarchon
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Vida
Luperci

fortitude
ursa major

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