spun a web, now the rain has washed it all away

POSTED: Thu Apr 25, 2019 2:36 pm

Bonus Prompt: You know what they say about April -- have a thread where rain is the central theme. Does your character get caught out in a shower or spend the day indoors? What sort of rainy-day activities might they get involved in?

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There was a moment where the horse and girl stared at one another. Wisteria stood poised with her hand out taking step by careful step towards the golden mare, her gaze following her every move. For weeks the mare had followed, a wild-eyed thing that had charged at Aurelion and Sanguine both, but never Wisteria. Not her. She didn’t know why, or how they’d found one another. She knew only the night they found the skeleton, when she and her brothers had first made camp the mare had appeared. Somewhere between the outpost and Salsola, somewhere along the snow-laden path came the horse without a rider.

< “Easy, girl. I’m not going to hurt you.” > The mare was not like her mother’s horse, well, she supposed Pluie was Aurelion’s horse now. She did not balk out of fear, flashing the whites of her eyes just before she fled. This mare, wherever she had come from, whoever’s she might’ve been had no fear. Wisteria’s fingers brushed her dark nose and inched up her white blaze. The horse made no motion to reject her. White fingers traced up her jaw and down to her neck, she watched and waited for the mare’s ears to pin or her teeth to flash. Nothing.

The sky gave a flash and thunder rolled. Wisteria was the first to move. She jumped at the sound then froze as the first fat droplet fell square on her nose. She snorted and shook her head, gazing up into the storm as it swiftly began to pour. <” Shit!” > She growled, her teeth bared against the cloudburst and searched for shelter. Marrgard loomed far in the distance, too far to be of use, unless…

Her hand smoothed over the mare’s back, testing her for a reaction. When the mare remained steady, her head turned to watch, Wisteria mounted gracelessly hesitating a moment before she remember her mother’s lessons and tapped her heels. The mare sprung into motion as Wisteria desperately clung to her back, reaching for strands of her flaxen mane. She tugged and the mare turned the opposite direction leading them away from Marrgerd. Wisteria pulled the again and corrected their course, racing towards the shelter of the barn fast. Faster than she had anticipated. She squeezed tight with her thighs and closed her eyes, praying that the white lady Ankh might spare her a fall as the ground soon became slick with rainshower.

When she finally opened her eyes Wisteria could no longer feel the rain pummeling her gold-caped back and found herself beneath the overhang of the Marrgerd barn. Groaning, she uselessly slicked her hands over her arms and back scowling at the water clinging mercilessly to her gold white pelt.

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POSTED: Tue May 07, 2019 8:36 pm

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Khael once held to the false believe that a barn full of animals was the worst odor she'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Oh, how wrong she was.

The yak lowed loudly, his ringed nose peering over the door of his stall, and a fat goat crossed the aisle, mindless of the small round droppings that followed her. A few dirty sheep milled around in their stall, bleating occasionally when thunder rumbled overhead. Each of them reeked, and in their scent Khael learned truth:

A barn full of wet animals was way worse.

Thankfully most of Marrgerd's residence wandered outside still; they were beasts, after all, and rain didn't bother most of them. But some of the skittish or sick were cooped up in the stalls inside, and Khael listened to their forlorn complaints, her eyes shut and her fingers raised to massage assaulted temples.

Tink had promised that her current task was almost done, though what that was, Khael had forgotten as soon as the first peal of thunder rang out. She could barely make out the cowherd's soft singsong on the other side of the barn.

Hooves drummed on the ground outside—a sound muffled by mud and wet grass. Khael abandoned her slowly formulating plan of stalking toward where Tink was, instead straightening and staring out at the entrance where a golden horse and its golden-white rider stood, shaking off rain. The dark jackal's head tilted.

The fat goat wandered in front of her, bleating and pooping, and ruined any intimidation factor Khael might have been going for.

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POSTED: Thu May 16, 2019 2:19 pm

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feel free to pp that Soleil bumped into her or stepped on her, whatever you like! She just kinda walked right in and past Khael.

Blinking rain drops out of her lashes the gold-white girl inelegantly clambered off the gold mare’s back. And no sooner had she set foot on solid ground when the mare strode coolly away and into the barn. She walked as if she knew the paths, the scents, and their owners. As if she had been here before. Wisteria’s gaze followed her as she went, watching as she forced aside a defecating goat with her nose to uncover a figure of soot. Wisteria nearly started at the reveal.

The almost-yearling met the crimson stare of the coyjackal with amber. Her breath hitched at the underpinnings of a malevolence she couldn’t place, or understand. The Warden was dark-pelted with red eyes and evoked in the young D’Angelo the visage of Tak...for a moment. The goat pellets at their feet cracked that portrait decisively quick. Besides, Tak was male.

“Bonjour.” She murmured, rain-slicked and thin looking with her sodden summer pelt. Despite her intimidating height and chilly demeanor even she could not hold the woman’s stare for long. Her gaze fell vaguely off to the side, pretending to follow the mare as she made her rounds, searching the index of her mind for names and ranks to assign the woman.

Her mother had told her of any and every living denizen of the Thistle Kingdom from when she lived there. The names became dizzying as she worked to hastily match them to descriptions, but the list narrowed significantly due to the woman’s breeding. There were few, if any jackals among them which meant…”Warden Khael.” Her ears lowered a little, deference or acknowledgement or both. “We haven’t met.” The girl’s words were short and to the point, she didn’t see the need for flair or fuss like her mother or brother. She afforded the woman the respect she was due and introduced herself succinctly. “I’m Wisteria Valentine.”

“Sorry about the mare.” She shrugged, her gaze wandering to the proud gold horse who greeted those that remained in their stalls. “She just kinda does what she wants to.”

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POSTED: Wed May 22, 2019 11:20 pm

The palomino mare brushed past her, and her shoulder jostled Khael as she moved to avoid the fat little goat. The contact almost unbalanced the never-unbalanced jackal, whose ears pinned severely and whose lips curled with an under-the-breath curse. She might have struck the horse had its apparent owner not been standing gawking at her.

Khael turned her ember eyes on the girl instead, narrow. Her posture was tense with suppressed violence for a heartbeat before that slackened, along with her expression, into more appropriate indifference.

The girl was no one to her, though she knew of Khael—unsurprising due to her rank and race, but Khael would forgive anyone who didn't know her name. She was hardly among the most social of Salsolans, content to play house with Tink, rather than weave her claws too tightly into the thread of society and favors. She wondered if she'd missed this child growing up in the Kingdom, or if she lived in Portland.

Her lips tightened in acknowledgment. She knew the name Valentine, its connections to other houses in the pack, but she could not place anything more specific.

That pale golden fur, though...

The girl apologized about the horse, shrugging like it was inevitable. Khael narrowed her eyes again and allowed that flicker of frustration to resurface.

"And you let her do whatever she wants to?"

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POSTED: Thu May 23, 2019 11:30 am

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Her golden hair's messy bun was sodden and lopsided, stray hairs stuck to her face and dripped water into her eyes. She rubbed the irritation away and raked the stray hair to the sides. She was pulling out the ties that bound the bulk of her hair as Khael looked on, malevolent, violent in the background. Gold hair like the chaff of wheat spilled gently down her back and shoulders in disarray. The girl scowled as she pawed the strands into some semblance of order.

Meanwhile, the gold mare paused to drink from a trough further down the barn, as if she hadn't just shoulder-checked a luperci. And Wisteria's eyes passed between the Warden and the mare. "She didn't hurt you." The girl said matter-of-factly, perhaps impetuously. "And I don't let her do anything. She's not even mine." The mare had been following her ever since she'd joined. Wisteria had no say where she went or what she did, the horse did not obey her commands. She wasn't her owner. Was she? "Not really." It was less clear by the day. Each morning when Wisteria rose she'd find the horse alongside the home she shared with her brother. Every morning, she was always there. Ever since...

Wisteria pushed the memory away to inadviseably contest the Warden further. "Besides, If you're so upset by a horse, what are you doing in a barn?" She spared a glance outside as the rain still poured, forcing her to remain between downpour and Khael.

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Lips peeled back from long white fangs. Though she claimed jackal blood, Khael's muzzle was not the narrow, tapered feature of a waifish scavenger – and neither were her teeth. They shone only by contrast with her dark jaws, clenched in a warning grimace that the rash little girl did not heed as she dismissed the reproach.

"So you are too weak to control it." Khael's voice was low, less emotive than the small signals in her face: the glinting teeth, the tension around her eyes. "And too weak to take responsibility for your actions. Your parents must have taught you nothing, little girl, before they let you run wild."

The mouth on the child might have amused her in another circumstance, but Khael did not tolerate slights. She was easily offended and incensed despite her cold demeanor; her father's temper ran hot through her veins. Wisteria's words struck at a truth, but noe one that Khael wanted to hear. She had the right to stand wherever she wanted; she was a goddess, and others would move around her like the waters parting around stone.

A stone with scales and rows of teeth.

"I don't worry about any of the other beasts here." Khael glanced back at the stalls, the occasional long nose poking over their gates. "They are obedient."

She clicked her teeth, satisfied by the results of that look back. "Come closer. Your face is familiar." One clawed hand extended, expectant, as if to grasp her jaw – like she would study one of said beasts. "And I do not like it."

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POSTED: Mon Jun 10, 2019 3:48 pm

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“I don’t want to control her.” She said slowly, with indignation of a different flavor. Her volume did not increase and her tone was not darkened by passion. It felt cold, not a monotone but bitter as a winter wind. Even in lessons, Wisteria had remained just long enough to hear the basics and little more of horse-riding and care. Her mother’s mare was a fickle beast, whom she could not calm, and this flaxen creature was of a temperament that would challenge even a skilled rider. Beneath the malevolence and ire of insults spewed at the younger, petulant she-wolf there was truth to the Warden’s words. The mare had been following her this long, and whether Wisteria liked it or not that made the horse her property. Her responsibility.

She thought it futile to protest, Khael was her superior, and furthering any slight would not end favorably. She thought back to her parents that the jackal slandered. She could imagine her mother’s face, lovely and golden, souring at the news of her daughter’s slip-up. Wisteria could sneer at the game all she liked, but if she did not play by it’s rules the repercussions would touch more than her own self. She had no choice but to think of her brothers. She lowered her gaze.

When the Warden clicked her teeth, her orange eyes saw the animals respond- lifting their heads to heed her commands, should she offer the simplest word. She tensed when the woman’s dark fingers extended toward her, forcing herself to take a single step in her direction as if she were treading through a sea of molasses. She heard too late the second uttered sentence and felt Khael’s claws brush her chin.

Her spine felt like iron, her hands locked at her sides. The Warden was well-within her right to punish her for anything she perceived a slight. Despite this knowledge, this acceptance, the girl did not wilt in the Warden's grasp. She rooted her feet and waited for her hands to withdraw.

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The petulant child shushed after one last bitter remark; it seemed that she possessed some survival instinct after all. Her pumpkin eyes lowered but remained watchful beneath dark lashes, and her youthful body grew tense when Khael reached. She did not jerk back when Khael grasped her pale jaw, tilting her face slightly, her own flame-colored gaze roaming over those annoying familiar features.

A faint voice singsonged from down the aisle, and for a dangerous heartbeat Khael's fingers tightened on Wisteria's jaw.

"You do not look very much like your mother," she said lowly.

Then her hands were at her side, and she was a few paces back, turning languidly toward the Luperci who exited a stall wiping rainwater and loose cow hair on her dress. The motion made the pretty wolfdog's skirts shift slightly, revealing an inch of bruised tissue on her thigh, but she smoothed it back out again and perked her head at Wisteria. A curious smile brightened Katinka's face as she came forward, welcoming the dark hand that reached for hers as she came closer.

"Hello! Are you new here?" Tink asked pleasantly.

Khael offered no expression, but watched her wife's face closely as she replied, "This is Wisteria Valentine."

Recognition flickered along with Tink's smile, and Khael felt justified in her hatred.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 18, 2019 9:32 pm

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She felt her head tilt forcefully as the coyjackal’s ember eyes studied her face. The girl stood firm, she kept her ground and went with the motions. She wasn’t about to struggle and cause herself unnecessary pain. She might’ve looked fearless had her hands not begun to tremble at her side. But was it anxiety, rage...or something else? Even she didn’t know.

Khael’s grip tightened, and still Wisteria did not move. She didn’t fight back, didn’t flinch. Her ears perked towards the feminine singsong from further down the aisle. And then Khael said something, something that furrowed her pale brows. “What?” She said, rubbing at her jaw once the woman had released her.

Khael was the first to step back even as Wisteria lingered. She soon saw why as the dark woman turned to welcome the sweet-voiced cowherd, her hair long and braided to either side of her head. Something dark banded around the woman’s thigh, but it disappeared beneath her skirts before Wisteria could realize what it was. She glanced at Khael before her gaze fell on their joining hands and she lifted her head to greet their new companion.

“You’re her wife.” Wisteria said without asking, she had no doubts. She’d been spared an introduction, and wasn’t one for niceties anyway. “We were just talking about my mother.” She said matter-of-factly and studied Khael’s expression out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t reconcile her dangerous tone, the cruel grasping fingers as Khael mentioned her mother. Syringa had only ever spoken of them in passing. It didn’t add up, but she was determined to find out one way or another.

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Khael did not answer the girl's confused word, did not let her ember eyes linger on the narrow jaw she'd grasped in her fingers as Wisteria recovered. Her attentions were solely on Katinka, who smiled in ignorance, her expression touched with a hint of thoughtfulness in the shadow between her brows. Tink was watching the girl, mapping features to old memories, though her face softened into a smile as Wisteria pointed out the obvious.

Katinka Holt, the wolfdog offered, and her smile quirked curiously. Oh? Syringa was very kind to me when I was still new to the Kingdom.

Khael's expression changed none.

I did not know her very well—

Or if it did change, it was only in the eyes of the extremely perceptive.

—and I did not think Khael knew her either.

Under her wife's lightly scrutinating gaze, Khael rolled her shoulders back in something between a stretch and a shrug. Not well, she agreed, but I was curious about young Wisteria's education before she came here. Her eyes finally slid back to the girl, though the glance lacked heat or true intention, and her fingers began idly playing with her wife's warmer ones.

Tink nodded. I was born and raised in Portland, though not within Salsola, she offered, flashing another light grin toward Wisteria. If you want, we could—

The rain seems to be letting up, remarked Khael.

A scoff, an apologetic glance to the girl. If you're in a hurry to return home, you can go alone, she said, leaning her shoulder briefly into the taller jackal's. I still have a lot of work to do. Perhaps we could chat, unless you were only seeking shelter. She smoothly turned back toward Wisteria, her soft ears pricked. I'm not sure if your interests lie in livestock or not.

Khael moodily stared off into the drizzling rain, silent again.

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