M - I'd bet on the birds cuz they don't get caught up

Outskirts of Winterwynd | FD Aug 10

POSTED: Mon Jul 15, 2019 8:25 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


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The air was warm, but in the shade of the age-old cedars beyond Winterwynd, it was calm and cool. Rialu sat in a creaky wooden chair, hand built no doubt, and its gawking complaints made her lips curl just that little bit more. So she lit a smoke.

Eyes out on the prowl as hers did in their sharp professed way. Professed, at least in her own mind. When the watchful gaze cantered onto the man's shoulders. His taller shoulders unless her mind had skipped a beat, which it never did. Virue was in his two legged state for the first time she'd seen in what must have been six months. Somehow the creaking chair quieted and her hand felt the chairs rail, fingers tracing the gravelly ravines laid there in the old oak. She waved that hand lightly in his direction, more gentle than she might admit to another soul. But there was only two in the field it seemed, but Virue's deadened walk was not what it seemed because he was lugging a chair. Then it was placed, and the shadows barely crawled further when he returned, this time with an easel and his supplies. He was going to paint, and when this became what he was to do Rialu watched with wider eyes, but she had cut fresh stock beside the house that afternoon, and after the first strokes came a nap.

When she awoke, the air was a tad cooler than before, and the arid breeze was a chill utter nothing. Rialu snapped her head around with urgency, eyes still foggy. She grumbled some French and reached down for the bottle beside her seat. She gargled four or five gulps before she saw Virue moving odd in his chair. Then his arms went sliding fearlessly across the canvas for a moment of blind magic, but before the trees bloom could live. Something, someone moved his arm, then both limbs, fingers thrashed madly as if he'd been thrown alee. At this Rialu felt something was deeply, and completely wrong. She dropped her bottle in the grass, she screamed his name as she came shot out of some twisted hell. His lips parted with foam that fell in blobs in the high grass. Rialu shook him, only painting the field more in white as his eyelids fanned.

The hunter howled and yipped at full height, she screamed it out as loud as her lungs could bear.

"Someone!" Rialu hollered out with disdain. "Help!!"

She had to get Virue on his side.
RIALU
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POSTED: Sun Aug 11, 2019 9:20 pm

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Falcon hoisted an armful of branches over her shoulder and turned away from the gnarled old tree they had come from. A summer storm had knocked down branches all around Winterwynd, as if it, too, was eager to add to their firewood stores. Autumn was still a moon or two away, but it never hurt to get a head start. She hummed quietly to herself as she padded back to town. Once the branches were dry, she could start making deliveries around Winterwynd.

Zuri and Baelish were always cooking something; maybe they needed some more firewood.

The Elkenfrey froze mid-step at Rialu’s desperate, frightened voice. She dropped the firewood before she could stop herself, branches scraping against each other as they landed, and ran toward the sound. ”I’m coming!” she shouted back, weaving through the trees until she found a small clearing on the outskirts of Winterwynd. Rialu was stooped over someone in the grass, but Falcon couldn’t tell who it was until she got closer.

Virue, a man she barely knew, was seizing at Rialu’s side.

”What happened?” Falcon asked, skidding to a halt near the couple. Painting supplies and globs of thick, white foam were strewn throughout the grass around them. After a beat, she dropped to her knees and stared into Rialu’s scared, maroon eyes. ”What do you need me to do?” Falcon wasn’t a healer, but she didn’t need to be—she just had to help. And Virue wasn’t… Virue couldn’t be… the hybrid took a deep breath and waited for instructions.

Everything was going to be okay. It had to be.

Note: Falcon uses he/him pronouns publicly (i.e. to most packmates, acquaintances, and strangers) and she/her pronouns privately (i.e. to specific, close friends).
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POSTED: Tue Aug 13, 2019 7:04 am

Virue's face was closed shut, tight and his eyes ricketed like an old vicious wind was filtering through his shutters. Rialu couldn't help but look into this writhing thing that was once a calm painter, and feel as though she would be burying him that night under the moon and stars. Then Falcon's voice, he was by her side, asking what they should do. "I-I..." and her mouth remained caught in that beginning, while her hands grabbed at the coydog's side. "We need to roll him he's gonna choke!" She decided with urgency. "And get something for him to bite he'll chew his tongue off!"

When his body was pulled onto its side, he stilled as she wiped the spittle from his lips with a gentle finger, rubbing the spit off absently in the grass. His breathing was shallow. She whined low and painful, snapped her head back over a red shoulder to a tree. "Shade..." Rialu said, and not waiting for Falcon's ideas on the matter, began dragging Virue under the shelter of a grand old oak at their backs. He sputtered and made unintelligible noises from his throat as the grass flattened around his shoulders. Rialu propped him up against the wide trunk so his shoulder blades were flush, and then grabbed his arm, shook his wrist. Touched his face with three fingers, which she had forgotten to do until now. She had forgotten a lot of things. Rialu was sorry she had never loved someone the way he deserved to be loved, not forgotten.

"Virue?! Virue?!" She called to him with a waning voice, praying he could hear her somewhere deep inside. Then the time for hope was completely and utterly over with no response. "Virue if you die in this field I swear to fucking God!" She was angry, bitter, but her voice was breaking and chaff like some vice had gripped itself around her vocal chords.

The canvas sat unfinished yards away, but when she looked at it she saw herself reflected. He had been painting her the whole time. "I'm so sorry." The woman wheezed. "I'm such a piece of shit, I'm such a piece of shit..." and this went on as her face sunk into his small chest. She was a piece of shit.
RIALU
The leaves fall like comets missed, and you are this, all straight with twist.
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POSTED: Mon Sep 30, 2019 11:06 am

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Falcon scrambled to her feet in search of something Virue could bite down on. She spotted a thick, sturdy-looking stick and winced; broken teeth were better than a severed tongue, right? Running to the edge of the clearing, she picked up the fallen branch and squeezed it tightly. The bark crumbled in her hands; this one fell before the storm.

Groaning in frustration, the Elkenfrey dug her fingers into her skirt and the worn, black pants beneath it. That was it! Thinking fast, she unrolled her ripped pants leg, tore the ragged cloth off the bottom, and folded it until it was thick enough to protect Virue from his own teeth. ”Found something!” Falcon said, running over to press the wad of fabric into Rialu’s hand, ”Use this.”

With a low grunt, she helped Rialu roll Virue onto his back. The Elkenfrey wanted to reassure her packmate that everything was going to be okay, but she was at a loss for words. Virue looked like he was dying, and Falcon’s only comfort was that Rialu knew what to do. She moved to squeeze the older woman’s shoulder, but her hand closed around empty air instead.

”Shade?” Falcon asked, caught off guard by Rialu’s sudden movement. After a few seconds of staring, the pieces came together; they needed to move Virue out of the sun, and Rialu was going to do it with or without her help. ”Wait, wait, I’ve got him too,” Falcon insisted, catching up to her quickly. She wrapped an arm around Virue’s shaking body and helped drag him into the shade.

Once he was propped up against a large, old oak, Rialu seemed to lose her composure. She shook Virue’s arm and pressed her fingers against his face. She called his name and swore in frustration. And then she collapsed against him, broken and sobbing. ”Rialu…” Falcon murmured, feeling wholly unequipped to help. She had hunted with Rialu once and spoken to her a handful of times—and one of those times had been to introduce Virue.

”Rialu, I know you’re scared, but you need to try and relax. He’s breathing, and this… This has happened before, right? You know what to do and how to help, and he’s breathing,” Falcon said, struggling not to repeat herself. ”He’s going to be okay, Rialu. You’re not going to lose him.” The Elkenfrey didn’t know if that was true, but they couldn’t just give up and wait for him to die; they had to do something, even if that something was waiting and hoping.

Or praying, not that Falcon had ever been a praying kind of luperci.

Note: Falcon uses he/him pronouns publicly (i.e. to most packmates, acquaintances, and strangers) and she/her pronouns privately (i.e. to specific, close friends).
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Pack Aide I They stole my dirty socks... :(

POSTED: Sat Oct 26, 2019 8:38 am

A flicker of frustration glowed even in sadness, and when the consolation began she tried to quietly silence Falcon, but she would not. An oddity pulsed at her ear, and he mentioned something about her mate breathing.

Rialu's back turned crooked and her throat bled weepy hollow disdain. It was her way. Scrutiny without remorse.
"I should've been...watching...him. He's like this and I...can't handle it...and I couldn't watch him." Was the way it went, alcohol still tainting her breath.

"This was a lucky save," she sighed, sorrowful if not for her biting accent; a fine mask in times of peril. Rialu rose and stood to watch the still body, save for the rising chest that indicated life. Her arms folded, as a nagging nerve scraped at the back of her brain. When his eyes opened, unyielding, as if they'd never closed so suddenly, she about coughed up the cigarette she was lighting. "Saved yer ass you...ahh I can't even curse at you, you little ahhhh!!" She turned briskly walking away to light her smoke, and began pulling gout after gout of tobacco through her body. There, perched between each and every shaking finger, the turbulence almost tore the roll apart. She stared at something, she knew not what. Anything but Virue, he was on a timeout, kind of as if he were a child, and she supposed he always had been in all the right ways. Now he had found his way into manhood, but still her mate could not remain unstuck with being made short, only just beginning to come into his own. Before Rialu knew, the cigarette was cinders and she let her fingers release a burning nub of what had been pure, salient anxiety relief.

The hunter returned reeking of smoke, and steaming piss mad. "Just wanted to personally thank Falcon for helping me save you, again, not counting the time I shot three arrows into that marauding street pirate's chest." The woman panned, still reeling sightlines away from her mate for fear of drowning out of water.
RIALU
The leaves fall like comets missed, and you are this, all straight with twist.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 25, 2019 1:36 am

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The Elkenfrey watched countless emotions unfold across Rialu’s face as she spoke, but she didn’t let it stop her. There was something… Uncomfortably familiar about her reaction. About the blame she placed on herself, about the fear of making a mistake that she could never recover from; it almost hurt to watch.

”You… You can’t blame yourself for not watching him every waking moment, Rialu,” Falcon said, desperate to get through to the older woman, ”I… I don’t think I could handle it either, but that doesn’t make you a bad person, ‘lucky save’ or not.” She wanted to reach out and grab Rialu, to shake her or hug her or something, but the Hawkesond stood before she could. Falcon watched her move to light a cigarette, eyes following firestarter in her hand, and then recoiled as she nearly dropped them both.

At least Virue was alive, and awake, and… Probably okay.

Falcon stared at Rialu as she stormed off, eyes darting between the frustrated woman and her mate. She opened her mouth to ask Virue if Rialu always got like this after he fainted, but it snapped shut just as quickly; she wasn’t sure if it was any of her business. ”I… Are you okay?” Falcon asked, unsure of what else to say. She was struck, once again, by how little she knew about the pair—they kept to themselves for the most part.

When Rialu returned, she spat marginally less venom at Virue than before she’d left to go smoke; that was probably a good thing. ”I don't...” Falcon trailed off, trying not to second guess her words before she said them, ”I don't think that's necessary. I'm just happy that you're okay, Virue—we were really worried about you.” She forced herself to smile, even as she plunged her claws into the dirt; she wasn’t sure if she should stay in the middle of the lovers’ quarrel or run back home before it got any worse.

Note: Falcon uses he/him pronouns publicly (i.e. to most packmates, acquaintances, and strangers) and she/her pronouns privately (i.e. to specific, close friends).
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POSTED: Mon Nov 25, 2019 2:24 pm

In her moments of violent raging fear for what could have been, she raged another storm all her own to mask that cloud, that doubt that always hung in her head every waking moment. As she looked away she held shaking hands to her face and tried to recoup what little taciturn direction she had in the height of the emergency now blown to dust while one long streamline word came scraping through her mind. Fuck.

Every curse and hoarse grating word she could think to describe how she was feeling because descriptors were beyond her usual capacity, as that was Virue's forte. Falcon made their rebuttal, but she never had been a great and loving canine, and now she was playing catch up, she just didn't know it. It seemed Rialu had begun to warm, even in the harsh lands of the Vale where the permafrost ran deep and moisture turned to ice. But it was guilt and self hatred there at the center of her motivations that pained her, cut at her core steeped in the burning blame for the things she had done.

When Virue finally cracked eyelids a powerful weight was lifted from her chest, her back and her world. When his blues began searching again it gave her a flutter of bright hope that stayed with her, but still she would not address him save for the scolding she issued earlier. Falcon was happy, too, and Rialu locked eyes on the easel sitting alone against the lull of the darkening field. "I hope..." Rialu started, a little off taken by what she meant to say first, and her brain skipped and said it anyway: "I hope you caught my good side, you..." but the usual tacked on insult went up in smoke.

Virue noticed this uncertainty and adjusted his body against the tree so he could get a better view of her face. He stood then abruptly, gait messy but straight in its destination before he patted the left side of her face, then her right with his hand and smiled. Her face felt it had been swept to embers as thought broiled away inside as she tried to understand what that meant. "Both s-sides," he said, and she no longer wanted the answer but got it anyway. She frowned not knowing if he was joking or not, and in such a serious time.

Then Virue left Rialu's side and tried his best to hug Falcon, as unsteady as the collie was. "You too," he fought to the vigilant ear. Rialu rubbed her neck. "Now you're just flirting." Virue shook his head and pointed to the canvas, which Rialu just studied carefully now. It was her, sitting in the field, a quiet pose, the background scenic. He was somehow a better painter in illness, as that is all he practiced, that and writing. It was breathtaking. Rialu slicked back messy hair and perked her ears a tad with a flourish of confidence. "Well..." she said, "both sides, huh?"
RIALU
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