My Slice of Heaven

Attn MV, aw.

POSTED: Sun Nov 04, 2018 12:57 pm

OOC: Open to anyone in MV willing to reply, or to loners kicking about. I'd prefer the former, as Aenan would like to establish some connections with members within the pack.

IC:

Eyes closed, head resting on his arms as he sat in his shelter, facing the fire. A gentle warmth radiated from the flames, nothing compared the the heat of the hell that happened so shortly ago. A deep breath entered Aenan's lungs through his nose. He could smell the pine pitch from the spruce boughs he used to construct his home. He could smell the smoke of the fire, the earthy scent of the dirt now exposed from when he had built his camp. It all escaped his lungs in a deep sigh. He was alone once more in the world it would seem, though perhaps he was always alone in a way. It's true that Aenan wasn't the most social of butterflies, in truth he was more like a moth. He blended in on whichever tree he made home, only speaking to those who happened by him, or rarely he'd be attracted to a gentle light and fluttered to it.

Though there was no doubt now, he was on his own. His camp was new, and had only a shelter for one. He guessed someone else could stay in the shelter with him, but they'd be sharing some very personal space if that were the case. The camp was well out of what used to be Krokar's territory. A cross the River of Fire, and deeper in the woods. He was closer the Mistfell Vale's lands, but he dared not trespass on them. He hoped Krokar's attackers wouldn't find him out this way, though they wouldn't have much to burn if they did.

His eyes opened to his lonely camp, the fire before him dancing as it ate what wood it had been fed. Aenan looked to the pile he had collected and knew that it had dwindled quite a bit. He scooted himself out of his shelter and stood with a stretch before stepping away from the fire. He had began to build a fence the other night, but hadn't finished. It was made of branches he had picked up, held tightly between support branches he had pounded into the ground with a rock. The fence itself stood between two trees, which also acted as a support. It was hard going, without the right tools; all he had was his flint knapping supplies, and a glass knife. Neither were good for harvesting wood. He wanted to surround his camp fully with a fence, and keep one entrance. A gate would come later. All in all it resembled the fishing camps his original pack built during salmon runs.

His mental list wasn't very long. Food for himself, wood for his fire, and good sticks and branches for the fences. Though of course they all required work, and Aenan wasn't a lazy man. He grabbed his back pack and set out into the woods, snapping small branches of young trees and leaving scent markers down as he walked, lest he lose his way back to his new home. There were many bodies of water in the area, it would only be a matter of time until he came across one that held fish. In the meantime he looked for good pieces of wood to help complete his fence. The man only wished he had the right tools for the job. A hatchet, or something better than his sharp, but brittle knife would be preferable.
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POSTED: Sun Nov 04, 2018 9:18 pm

The coydog was staying with Eliza and her sons still within the former pack territory. She couldn't sleep at night, her sleep came and went. Inara got to the point she was pretending to sleep, and once she heard their steady breathing the coydog sat up and stayed alert for them all night. If they caught her awake, she just say she was restless. She was always a restless sleeper anyway, but now she feared her sleep. With sleep came the images and she couldn't handle the images. Inara's heart was so broken these days she couldn't bear it. She was sure Milos was dead, and so was Daisy, but she wouldn't say it to anyone. The woman didn't think Eliza and the others would want to hear it, and she couldn't stand being the bearer of bad news.

Tonight she found herself walking around. So far it seemed the outsiders smell was gone and going. This gave her a small sense of security. The night was young which meant the Cormier-Percevials were still awake and Inara wanted to walk and wallow in her thoughts. The path she took had her following a scent without her realizing this. It wasn't until the scent got stronger that Inara had a flash back to when she was screaming and being pulled out of her darkness and her death. She stumbled to a halt as she ran into a fence structure, and she fell back onto her rump. "Oomph"

Her eyes subconsciously had seen the light dancing upon the leaves but did not connect them. The lack of sleep had absorbed her into a fog filled brain. Thoughts couldn't connect lines or form completely.

Looking up she looked at the makeshift fence poles and it took her awhile to come to terms what they actually were. Her brown eyes then looked over to the structure and the flickering flames. Flames. Inara hated fire, and the more she looked at the flickering flames the more pain and despair filled her. The coydog's eyes filled with sadness that made the flames reflect from them like pools of water filled glass. The lump in her throat was hard to swallow, but once she got it down her brain began to connect dots. This was the scent that saved her from the house. He was the male who offered everyone hooks at the beach.

Her scarred ears pivoted back and she found herself wondering if she should just leave and not disturb him. The tension of her thoughts made her dip her muzzle down and body trembled from her nerves, lack of sleep, and her inability to cope with her past and recent experiences. Inara felt defeated and just the attempt to think about what to do had drained her further.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2018 12:27 am

OOC: Before the break is what happened before nightfall. After the break is during the night.

IC:

With a belt of hanging fish, and a good bundle of branches under his arm, Aenan had made his way back to camp. The bodies of water were plenty in the area, and he readily found a pond teeming with pan fish. They were hard to clean, but they tasted great. He almost felt bad, killing such pretty fishes. Still, there were many in the pond, and his belly was empty. When he got back to his camp, he flayed the fish open, and tossed their guts into the fire with a few sticks too. They were edible, but not tasty at all. He propped the fishes over the flames, their bodies butterflied over the heat and fastened securely in a three-pronged stick.

While the fishes cooked, he built up the fence more, slipping branches in between the posts, weaving them around each other. He patched every hole with smaller sticks and flexible branches. One by one he bent the branches in front of and behind the posts until they were horizontally intertwined. Every little hole was patched with small sticks and it made the fence look solid. Aenan gave the completed bit a good shove, and it barely budged. The man nodded surely to the fence, and looked to his camp once more. She was looking more lived-in now, just a few more fences put up and she'd be a great home. Satisfied with what he created, he moved on to put three more posts into the ground, so to repeat the process.

With food ready and waiting, and another portion started, Aenan sat down by the fire. He pulled some fish off the branch, replacing them with uncooked ones. He bit into the butterflied; scales and all. It was a fine meal for an empty stomach, and he ate until he had his fill. The last fish was raised higher above the fire. Heat would only lick it, but it would bathe in the smoke to extend it's shelf life a bit. It'd make a great snack in the morning before he set out once more, before he fell into a new routine. By now he was ready for some monotony in his life again, he had enough with burning buildings. So much so, he made sure his fire was just close enough to keep his shelter warm at night, and the reflector for it far enough to not catch flame.

He fed his fire enough to last the night. By morning he estimated it'd just be coals. The sun had dipped passed the horizon, and the stars were now dancing between the clouds. It was time for him to close his eyes. Once he crawled into his shelter the man he rested his head and eyes, and slid off to sleep. He would have likely slept through the night if he wasn't disturbed. Every night in his new home was a little shaky as he tried to get used to the night sounds of the area.

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A different sound woke him him this time. It was not a crow cawing, or an angry squirrel. Something had hit the fence. Aenan listened quietly for a while, before emerging from the small hut. "Hello?" He called out into the dark, his ears swiveling around to pick up any sound. The tall male approached the fence and saw another canine on the other side. He squinted and looked them over, they smelled faintly of Krokar and his eyes opened wide. He had pulled this woman from a burning house back in Fiskebyn. "It's you." He stated, looking her over. "What are you doing way out here?" He asked.

She looked tired, he could tell. Much like when he first came to the area years ago. He spent few nights sleeping in that journey. Too much fear was in him back then too much stress. Before she could answer he gave her an offer. "I've got some food, you can have it if you like. Come sit with me, by the fire." Aenan also offered a gentle smile.
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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 6:20 pm

Her head lifted and broken ears pressed forward at the sound of a hello. Her brown eyes found the wolf colored canine. He approached and looked her over, she remained quiet as her energy was low. He remarked, then asked her what she was doing out here. Inara looked around before replying, "I am just walking...trying to clear my head..." Her voice was waned.

He offered her some food and warmth and Inara nodded before she rose. She managed to muster the energy to leap over his fencing and walked slowly to the fire, her eyes glancing over to the makeshift shelter. "...I..I didn't properly thank you for saving my life...thank you." Her voice was soft. "..and..my name is Inara, by the way."

Her eyes watched the fire as she remembered fiskbyn and the flames, the look in her eyes grew distant. With a sigh she looked away from the flames and to the horizon, "I can stay for a few moments, and eat but I am going to have to get back to Eliza and them." Her eyes looked back over to him and she gave a weak smile. "...why are you way out here and not with the other former Krokarans?" She tilted her head at him. Why would he be all the way out here? She looked around more, "I take it you plan to stay out here?" she questioned taking note that he built a shelter and fencing.
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