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POSTED: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:37 pm

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Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
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The warm haze of the sun had worn off as the day reached its end, and Cidro had still yet to connect with anyone here. Groups of Courtiers and Cavaliers alike had split off to drink, swim, or just relax by the bonfire’s glow. The youth came here after tireless persuasion from Cicely, but really, the moment he heard of the party, he knew he’d be going. He’d been abundantly successful at making friends in the Court, and knowing they were allied with Casa, he was sure it’d be just as easy to make them there. To his chagrin, it was not.

The Seigneur sat off to the side, looking dejected. He untied and retied his braid absentmindedly, wishing he could just get over himself and go talk with the others. It was difficult for him, though. He was surrounded by adults who were excessively drunk and loud, and the youth was far from comfortable talking to them. Aggressive, drunk men hit a little too close to home for Cidro. He tugged his hair harder.

He’d known a few Courtiers to be this aggressive, like the Haskels, but it was shocking how many Cavaliers seemed to fit that mold. He’d come here hoping to break out of his shell, but upon realizing his company, he only crawled in further. He’d been lucky with how well he meshed with Courtiers. Because of that, he’d taken making friends for granted. It was so different here. No one was unkind to him, of course, but they still seemed so intimidating. Maybe it was just because they were at a party. It wasn't like the Court was being exactly demure themselves.

He wished for a moment that Cicely was with him, even though she could be a little loud herself. At least she didn’t scare him. They were chatting away earlier in the day, but she disappeared a little while ago and hadn’t come back. He needed to get over himself, it wasn’t like he was her only friend. She probably had better things to do. He sighed, resting his chin in his hands. Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 24, 2018 6:42 pm

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If I can live through this, I can do anything

Fresh from the last party, Cedric was unsurprisingly very apprehensive about another celebration not long after. The party for youths had shown Cedric just how poor his social skills were, by putting him around excitable others that he didn't really know and had to try and avoid. He'd seen friendships and fun and was hit with the realisation that he'd done hardly any talking in his life, at least to others outside his family. Fortunately with that party, the competitions had given Cedric a chance to warm up to others an get a bit more comfortable, and the night had ended with satisfaction. Since then, the young Stryder had been making efforts to talk more, and not just to Nora before bed or his others siblings in the house, but others around the pack.

But then this new party came around, and this time Cedric knew for sure he wasn't going to be able to be social. The Court, a pack allied to Casa, was coming down to celebrate and eat and be merry. Outside of being attacked by a loner in Halifax, the clam bake would be the first time Cedric would meet others from a different area than Casa. It made the youth nervous. He wasn't going to make an appearance but decided to stop being ridiculous and at least appeared later on in the festivities. Isaac had been a friendly face to entice Cedric over to help him bake clams and keep the boy distracted from the crowds of strangers, but even he eventually lefts to mingle with the Court guests.

Which had left Cedric alone once more. He'd moved away from the main bustle of the party as the crowds began to grow a bit more loud and merry with bellies full of clam and drink, and decided to pace the outskirts of the bonfire like a guard on patrol. It didn't take long for Cedric to find the itch to simply leave and get an early night, but as he turned his golden eyes caught something keeping a distance from the party. A stranger, no doubt a Courtier, around Cedric's age seemed to be avoiding the party's noise and bustle. The young Stryder supposed that if he should socialise with anyone in this party, someone who looked as reluctant to be here as Cedric felt would be perfect.

Cedric approached slowly, dropping his head into a small bow once he'd gotten close enough. "You don't look like you are enjoying yourself." Cedric stated bluntly, before looking back to the rabble with a frown. "I can't blame you, I wouldn't want to be in there either." There was a moment of Cedric deciding whether to keep talking or move on, he wasn't adept at picking up social cues, the boy didn't even know if he should sit or keep standing there. The snowy boy put his hands behind his back and smiled softly. "I'm Cedric Stryder, I assume you are over here from the Court?"


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POSTED: Sun Aug 26, 2018 9:44 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun
Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
WORD COUNT
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Cidro brooded for a moment more, feeling it’d be too pathetic to leave after talking to no one. He resigned himself to listening to the calamity further down the beach, tracing his fingers in the sand. He listened to the waves gently crash over the beach— a calming reprieve in face of the party’s chaos. At least it was nice out, but it did little to better his mood.

After tying and retying his braid obsessively, he noticed it started to get tangled. Sighing, he pulled it apart completely, throwing the dark locks over his shoulder and combing it with his fingers. He tried so hard to look good today, too. He'd tied his hair intricately with an assortment of braids, threading several wildflowers through the strands. The flowers fell through now, settling in his lap or getting caught in his locks. He probably looked stupid, but it wasn’t like anyone was coming up to him anytime soon.

One perk of being blind is that it’s easy to hear people coming. One fault of being Cidro is his crippling self-doubt. The youth listened as the boy approached, clearly a Cavalier. It was odd that he was so far from the party, but he was probably just making his way back home— nothing too out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he heard the footsteps going directly towards him that he panicked, quickly trying to brush remaining flowers out of hair. At least his hair wasn’t messy now, it just looked like a bouquet. He felt kind of dumb, but he was running out of time. He decided to just go with it.

When the Cavalier got close, Cidro felt himself go tense, praying he wasn’t as drunk as the others. It wasn’t until the boy spoke — very low and surprisingly blunt — that the wolfdog’s mood shifted. His panic was replaced with a warm sort of curiosity, albeit still a little apprehensive. He certainly wasn’t what the Courtier was expecting. Cidro looked up at him dumbly, slowly moving his fingers from his hair down to his lap. His words were so... honest, yet far from unkind. Cidro took a moment to investigate him, content he didn’t carry the sickening stench of alcohol. He was even more charmed by his words, which caused a shy chuckle to escape the Courtier’s lips. He shifted so he was sitting upright, and responded in a hesitant voice.

Ay, I suppose. I would talk to them, it’s just they’re a little, uh—“

He paused, struggling to remember the English word. Thankfully, his vocabulary expanded over the last few weeks, but he was still far from fluent.

“A little rowdy for my tastes, heh.”

He flipped his hair until it settled at his back, hoping the Cavalier wouldn’t pay it too much mind. He could feel the boy’s uncertainty thick in the air around him, and it only served to further charm him. He should’ve been alarmed with how quickly he became enamoured with him, but he was too transfixed to care. He listened as he continued in his low, calming voice. There were men at the Court who were gentle, sure, but no one quite as relaxing as this Cavalier. There was just something so genuine about the way he spoke— seemingly untouched by the formalities that stiffened conversations. Dios, what would he have done if he left early and missed this opportunity?

, been at the Court a few weeks now.”

He raised a hand as if to shake, a little unsure.

“I’m Cidro. Glad to meet someone who isn’t too drunk to speak.”

He chuckled, a little more confident this time. He smiled up at the Cavalier curiously before patting the ground next to him, encouraging the boy to join him.

Ven, Cedric. Come sit with me, it’s nice out. The sound of the ocean…”

The youth took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting the gentle ocean breeze card through his hair.

“It’s very calming.”

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POSTED: Sat Sep 08, 2018 4:50 pm

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If I can live through this, I can do anything

A desire to protect all those he cared for made Cedric somewhat good at noticing when things were wrong. There were occasions when Nora would be a bit annoyed or upset, and Cedric would be there immediately to help his sister, just as she would for him. As a pup he'd always focused on the injuries in his family, the scars and missing parts and limps. Cedric took them all into account and felt a sense of protectiveness over those who he felt needed it. But, all of Cedric's knowledge came from things he'd seen. This boy's eyes were odd to look at but Cedric didn't understand what that really meant just yet as he focused on the milky-grey eyes pointed in his direction. The figured fumbled with his long hair for a moment, but Cedric didn't quite get why he seemed so panicked by it. The other boy's dark hair looked fine, intertwined with stems of flowers that reminded Cedric a little of his milk sister, and coupled with the other's feminine physique almost made Cedric assume they were female before picking up on their scent against the ocean's breeze.

The Stryder's ears picked up on the accent and, having only heard hints of different voices from his pack-mates, couldn't place what or where it was supposed to have come from. The boy glanced over to the gathering then back to the Courtier and nodded. "Rowdy and drunk, yes." Cedric agreed. "One of my pack-mates let me try some of their 'drink' and explained it was supposed to make me relax. It tasted horrible, so I don't really understand what they expected because I didn't feel very relaxed at all." It was an attempt at talking, Cedric was still getting used to idle chatter without a purpose and it felt like the only way to get talking was to express every detail.

Taking the hand, Cedric gave it a polite shake before returning it to it's owner and joining them facing the sea. "You aren't drunk either. Your voice is strange but I don't think that's due to drink. You're from... somewhere else, aren't you?" Another concept Cedric couldn't quite wrap his head around; the fact that the world was a vast place that was impossibly long and full of all sorts of people with different voices. "I've only ever been here, in Casa. My father is the Lune, the leader of the pack. The only time I left the pack I was attacked by a monster."


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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 10:37 pm

Cidro Amato de la Peña
Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun
Optime | August 17th | After-party bonfire
this is lonnngggg >_<
WORD COUNT
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Everything about the Cavalier was calming, from his low, steady voice, to his blunt, honest demeanour. In an odd way, it almost reminded him of Paloma, but the feelings clawing at his chest for Cedric felt quite different than the certain, steady warmth he felt for his guardian. How strange it was that the guarded Courtier got attached so quickly. Cidro wondered if the boy had that effect on everyone, or if the Seigneur was just feeling particularly vulnerable.

The Courtier huffed a laugh at the Cavalier’s agreement before listening to him recount his journey with alcohol. It wasn’t exactly a topic Cidro wanted to think about, but it sounded a lot less intimidating in Cedric’s words. Cidro never had a drink, and never wanted to. He knew it did funny things to your head, and made aggressive people more aggressive still. A lot of people around him got hurt because of it, yet somehow, the Cavalier was able to make such a frightening concept seem so simple and surmountable. He couldn’t help but laugh again as he finished his story, whether out of awe or amusement, he wasn’t sure. What a bizarre night. What a bizarre boy.

“Good thing you didn’t drink any more. If you had as much as they’re having—“

The wolfdog gestured to the others where he was sure dumb decisions were being made. He heard a man boldly shout I bet I can jump over this fire without getting burnt! Cidro snorted.

“Well… I think it speaks for itself.”

When Cedric took his hand, an odd thing happened. He felt equally light and heavy, and his heart felt like it was beating double time. It wasn’t out of fear — he knew what that felt like — so what else? Why did the Cavalier have such an effect on him? As Cedric retracted his hand, the youth began to feel a little empty. That feeling was decimated when Cedric slid down beside him. He knew he asked him to sit, but there was no way he could’ve anticipated how nice it would feel to have the larger boy’s warmth against his side. Well, not quite, but he was certainly closer than he was before. Cidro swallowed thickly. Señor ten piedad.

Cedric was talking again, this time addressing Cidro specifically. He broke himself from his haze, trying to focus on his words instead of the soothing timbre of his voice. Once he understood the words, he surprised himself by only feeling a little tense. Usually, discussing his past was an immediate red flag, but something about the soothing atmosphere of the ocean breeze couple with the boy’s presence… Cidro supposed he could spare a few words, if only to sate the Cavalier’s curiosity.

“I’d rather die than touch a drop of that poison, so you’ve got that right. My voice—“

He wanted to be mad that Cedric had been so blunt with how different Cidro naturally sounded, but he just couldn’t. It was usually so easy, getting mad, so why wasn’t he now? Why was his honesty calming? He gave up questioning and decided to just answer his question.

“Well… you’re right about that too. I’m from further south, México. We speak in a different tongue there, makes my English sound funny.”

He suddenly felt vulnerable, and reached up for his hair, toying with it nervously.

“I’m trying to fix it though, to speak like the rest of you. Just takes time.”

He lowered his head.

“Sorry if it makes me hard to understand.”

Cidro decided instead to focus on the second part of Cedric’s words, words that both intrigued him and left him with a strange feeling in his gut. The fact that Cedric was essentially a Prince was not lost on Cidro, but for some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel intimidated. If anything, the thought only made Cidro’s heart beat faster. The Courtier didn’t need eyes to see how well the Cavalier fit the role of a future leader, his calming voice could easily keep his people together. But what really stuck with the wolfdog were his final words. He found himself speaking before he could even think it through, as if on instinct.

“Before I came here, my mother was attacked by a monster too.”

He’d never told anyone about this, he didn’t know why he was saying it now. He wasn’t sure if he could stop himself. But here he was, giving the Cavalier a sincere look, empathizing with him. Something about him just made him want to open up. The thought scared him.

“In her work—“

He grimaced, not liking the false sound of the word. After all, what kind of work entailed selling your own body?

“She dealt with monsters all day, but this one… he took it too far. We had to run.”

The memory felt bitter and painful, but he couldn’t stop voicing it. Even in the simplicity of Cedric’s words, he could sense pain there, too. He felt a need to empathize, to comfort him.

“It hurt me, knowing I couldn’t protect her. Knowing I can’t protect her.”

He sighed, albeit it a little shakily. He turned to the other boy, unseeing eyes somehow alive with emotion. He offered him a gentle smile, tentatively reaching out a hand to place on his shoulder.

“But I’m here now, and so are you. That must mean something, right?”

He chuckled, a little sadly, but tinged with hope.

"World isn't done with us yet."

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POSTED: Sat Sep 15, 2018 5:51 pm

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"It doesn't appeal to me anyway, even if it did taste better than dirt." Cedric replied quickly and truthfully. He'd probably never be the kind to drink, it looked like it made social situations easier but Cedric couldn't see it that way. To him, it just looked like it made others sillier, less focused, something Cedric could never deal with. He'd much rather struggle and learn to cope with talking and getting to know others than bumble around foolishly.

Cedric was feeling a bit warmer and more relaxed when he sat down, though perhaps not in the same way as his new companion. He could only assume the sudden flood of calm was because he'd succeeded in talking to another, enough to be considered friendly with them. And Cidro seemed nice, and very fascinating to the young Stryder. Cedric nodded, a little proud that he'd assumed correctly that the other was from somewhere else, it showed his improvement at understanding others. Though this one was particularly easy to guess, since Cidro's accent was quite strong, it had Cedric intrigued. "Mexico..." Cedric repeated, knowing nothing about the place. "Why do you need to fix it? There isn't anything wrong with your voice. It's different and a part of you." Cedric then frowned, glancing off towards the folds of white foam rolling across the shore. "Everyone sounds different, if we all sounded the same then it would be confusing and impossible to communicate."

"Besides," Cedric added, golden eyes flickering from the sea to his companion, "If you really did speak a different tongue, then that must make it hard to learn a new one as well. I... I struggle with just one tongue, reading it anyway. So to know two tongues makes you very smart, doesn't it?"

The boy found the others fumbles a bit strange, the way he stroked through his own hair slowly dawned on Cedric, it was a calming mechanism, he'd seen similar things done by his sisters. Perhaps it was a long hair thing, Cedric didn't mess with his own hair because it was so short, so stroking it would look odd. Instead the boy usually made a habit of finding something for his hands to do when nervous, like fold together or pick up something. Oddly though, Cedric didn't feel very nervous right now, not like he'd usually be when trying to socialise.

Whilst the other spoke of his mother, of monsters and pain with a shaky voice, Cedric was politely quiet, only speaking when Cidro was done, a hand placed upon the young Stryder's shoulder. For a moment, Cedric was caught on what to say, then it all came flowing out. "The one thing I've always wanted to do was make my mother proud. She's where my Stryder name comes from, and she... she died to make sure me and my sister Nora could be alive. Because of that, I've always wanted to be the best, and protect everyone I care about. I can't protect her, she's a part of the aurora now, she flies across the night sky with all the others, but I know she's watching, and all I want is to show her that I was worth her leaving everyone behind."

Cedric huffed out a breath before continuing. "When I got attacked by the monster, I thought I'd failed, I wasn't strong enough. But, I've been told by others that strength comes from bonds and family. Maybe you can find the same in the Court? They can help protect you or those you care about. Or if they can't, I'll do it."


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