the white line's getting longer

Iomair

POSTED: Thu May 30, 2019 3:35 am

Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes
And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I
And love, if your wings are broken
Borrow mine so yours can open too
➧➧ Cresum
Word Count: [1017]
Date: 15th May
Time: Midday
Form: Optime

For the past two weeks, Kira had refused to let Quinn out of her sight for longer than it took to sleep or relieve herself, following her darker sister everywhere. Kira would probably have had a much harder time of it had Uncle Callum not grounded Quinn to the Fort for the next two moons; he had been furious(though also relieved beyond words) when she had returned to the Fort with Kira, Risa, and Honrin. She knew Quinn was feeling closed in already, and had tried as often as she dared to escape only to be hauled back or caught in the act.

Kira had tried her best to entertain Quinn, having her help with Cresum and trying to keep her busy but her sister wanted to go, not to be coerced into tasks within Fort Kingsbury. After running out of ideas, Kira left Quinn to sulk one morning, letting Callum and Honrin know that she was taking a day or three's trip across the Loch, both to sightsee and possibly to visit Mistfell Vale. The last time she had been there she was less than a pleasant visitor, consumed with grief over her sister's apparent death. She and Honrin had not stayed long once they got Ezra settled in, but had headed back to Casa.

The next morning she had risen early, tacking Cresum and putting food in her saddlebag for later, hardtack and jerky and potatoes for herself and carrots to supplement Cresum's grazing along with a couple handfuls of oats. She had gone to Morty the night before for a general first aid kit, and tucked this into the opposite saddlebag alongside a fire kit, a small dagger, and a handful of rope snares for trapping game. She belted the sword she had worn while escorting Ezra on her right hip and her trusty quarterstaff diagonally along her back, under her rabbit fur-lined Cadet cloak. An unstrung bow and a bedroll were added behind her with a few arrows, meant for hunting; she was not a good enough shot to ever hit another Luperci. Waterskins, filled from the river, were hung in front of her, two on each side tied together. Finally she lifted herself into the saddle, Cresum dancing a little underneath her. They were not entirely comfortable with each other yet, woman and steed, but they were getting there.

Getting to the docks had been fast; Kira had cantered Cresum most of the way there and the appaloosa had gone, perhaps not as fast as some horses but faster than the Damaichu could have done herself. The Avalon waited, and Kira requested a trip across to Fundy National Park. She would be close to Mistfell then. The crew began preparations while she secured the horse below, leaving the saddle atop her back but the girth loosed. By the time they reached the opposite shore, the sun was high in the sky, and Kira eager to have land beneath her again. As she parted ways with the sailors she let them know she would be headed back in about four days.

She and Cresum trotted away, although they soon slowed to a walk. This was unfamiliar ground for the Damaichu and she did not want the mare to get hurt. They passed by the trail that would have led them to Mistfell, because Kira wanted to explore the area first. She continued generally northward from where she had disembarked from the ship, stopping for the night with Mistfell to her southwest and a mountain reaching for the sky to her northeast. She removed Cresum's tack, tied her to a tree and fed her some of the oats from the pack, then started a fire and ate some jerky. As the light faded she set her snares in the brush, and then settled into her bedroll. It took a bit of time for her to drop into slumber, thoughts of home on her mind, but when she slept it was deep.

When the sun rose, the russet woman was already up. The fire had faded to coals; she stoked it and put potatoes in to roast while she stowed her furs and checked her snares. One had a rabbit but the rest were empty. She gutted and skinned it, if sloppily, and added the carcass to the flames. When they smelled done she rolled them out with sticks and skewered them, then killed the fire, tacked Cresum once more, and climbed into the saddle, food in hand. Fresh cooked definitely beat hardtack and jerky.

They headed northward once more, more or less toward the mountain. When the food cooled she ate it in the saddle, letting Cresum continue her way onward. Several hours passed, the mountain steadily growing nearer, on her right as a point of reference. Finally she stood looking up at the huge rock, which dwarfed her by many times even on Cresum's back. The wind shifted and Kira's nose twitched at the scent of woodsmoke crossed it. She pulled Cresum to the left, to further circle around the mountain, following the scent. Some ways away she dismounted, leaving the mare tied and cropping grass, continuing on foot. She tugged the staff from its holster and began walking with it, so it was available to her but not overtly a weapon.

After a little further walking, she could see tents ahead, with a fire in their midst. Her pastel green eyes found a pair of Luperci moving around but there was very little in the way of supplies. There was no pack here as far as anyone in Casa was aware and she thought she would have picked up some sort of boundary scent, surely. She watched for a time, and then turned back to go retrieve Cresum. She did not want to leave the mare unattended for too long; she might not be a war horse but as a mount the appaloosa was worth the grain used to feed her, not to mention the tack on her and the supplies that were left.

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Kira Damaichu
The sun is going down. You'll be alright.
No one can hurt you now.
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Katie
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POSTED: Sun Jun 02, 2019 5:21 pm

Here, the packs as of yet were all nameless borders to him.

Iomair spent more and more time wandering outside of New Caledonias tiny claim, eager to experience the world that Tamlin had found for them. Miramichi was green, greener than anything he had ever seen – and there was rumor of a plain covered in Sunflowers to the south. Iomair borrowed Lirael as often as he could, galloping eagerly with the buckskin mare to uncover as much about this new land as he could.

He had hung an emblem at the front of their tent much to Vodevas secret glee, an emblem of luck that represented their gods. Vodeva spent time praying beneath the deciduous trees that bordered their camp, plucking leaves to toss them eagerly into the burbling creek that ran nearby. Sometimes he wondered if she was tossing pieces of herself with the leaves or branches, attempting to erase the darkest memories that even she could not hide from.

The King heard her sometimes, whimpering in her sleep – begging for the return of her children or for the burning to end.

Iomair stood in the centre of the camp and hummed softly to himself as he worked the main fire pit, eagerly watching the flames lap at his stick before he set it aside. Many from the camp had abandoned it in an effort to scout the North – a curious patch of land that had begun to intrigue the King.

”You should be out there too.” The voice surprised him, and he turned to find Vodeva limping quietly towards him, her veil carefully tucked around her face to protect her from the sun. ”I was going to stoke a fire and then go hunting – make sure that our food reserves are enough to last.” He smiled at her, but she looked passed him – outinto the trees that bordered their camp.

”Someones out there.” she whispered suddenly, clutching at the beads that so often never left her hands.

”Stay here.”

Silently he gathered his sword and padded away from the camp – leaving Vodeva to stand mutely by the fire, the shadows flickering upon her scarred face.

”Who goes there?” He called, twitching his muzzle as he inhaled sharply in an effort to identify the form that he glimpsed through the trees.

:D

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POSTED: Mon Jul 15, 2019 7:29 am

Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes
And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I
And love, if your wings are broken
Borrow mine so yours can open too
➧➧ Cresum. She'll have her Damaichu mark painted over her right eye, in case I don't have that written on her wiki yet.
Word Count: [320]
Date: 15th May
Time: Midday
Form: Optime

Kira had made no more than a few ginger steps through the underbrush when the voice, a male's, rang out, demanding identification. She froze, her ears laying back against her head while she considered her options. She had not been attacked on sight, which led her to believe the figures behind her were not overtly hostile. The russet woman could run; she had seen no horses and if she could make it to Cresum she would outstrip any pursuit. Unless there were others, out of sight but within calling range. The camp was big enough that there was some chance that was true.

No. Running was out of the question; she was a Damaichu and a Cavalier. Clutching her quarterstaff tighter in her left hand, she turned, slowly, then planted the butt of the staff in the loam at her feet, leaving her other hand obviously empty. The man had approached, giving her a closer range to inspect him from. He was taller than her, tawny browns in the parts of his pelt that were not covered by a tunic and pants with a darker mane. He had a beard and scruffier fur on his face besides. A sword was held in one hand with an easiness that suggested familiarity with the weapon and Kira was glad she had not tried to flee.

Raising her ears and pressing them forward to banish nervousness, she raised her voice to speak to him, trying to seem both assured and non-threatening. My name is Kira Damaichu, and I come from Casa di Cavalieri. I mean no harm to you and yours as long as you mean none to me. Her eyes flicked behind her as Cresum whinnied from where the Damaichu had left her, bored with being tied to one spot, then she laid them on the man again, shrugging slightly. That's my mare; she's tied over that direction.

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Kira Damaichu
The sun is going down. You'll be alright.
No one can hurt you now.
Casa di Cavalieri
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Katie
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POSTED: Sun Aug 18, 2019 12:58 am

It was difficult sometimes for the man to differentiate between friend or foe. From this distance the shadowy figure who loomed between the trees could have been anyone; an errant soldier who had abandoned their post or a thief prepared to steal from those who were less fortunate. The King set his teeth, grimacing gently before pricking his ears towards the womans voice. He couldn’t’ help the subtle relaxation that flowed through him, the way his fur smoothed as he found his feet beneath him.

When she turned to him he was surprised by the mahogany sheen of her fur, and he stood carefully to inspect her. His warm expression trailed over the marking that lay across one side of her face, the acidic green of her eyes striking as she too inspected him. Iomair Nartholiel hummed softly, dipping his head as he considered her words. She was from a pack not far from here, a place called Casa di Cavalieri and immediately Iomair padded closer.

”Agreed.” He held up his hands as if to show that he meant no harm, ”My name is Iomair Nartholiel.” He chuffed softly, ”And you have stumbled upon New Caledonia.”

The sound of her horse had Iomair glancing toward the dappled creature, and he allowed a ripple of a smile to trickle over his features as he straightened.

”She’s quite striking.” He canted his head at her, ”What is Casa di Cavalieri?”

:D

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