[M] From the Land of Ash it walked

For Naya and Honrin

POSTED: Fri Nov 30, 2018 8:18 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.

(ooc; Would desire for Alexander to post first with Naya, thank you. He will be camping out in a broken cottage, basic trip-wire traps and hanging-pebbles to catch somebody, with Maja keeping a lazy lookout. Guessing Jhiral will be taken to the borders by Naya first before Honrin turns up to accept the gentleman?)

The journey from St.Pauls Church, Episcopal had taken him over two weeks so far. It was a long and slow trudge, the lack of transport to carry his burden made progress slow, but at least the weather had been relatively kind.

At first he had simply left on a whim, a desire not to fall to temptation again and this time succeed in leaving behind a rotting corpse to be found in the Church he had first adopted, then looked after, and now for the time being, forsaken. He had met Ciprian and the ruffian of a young male, Ruckus, on the way through the Concrete Jungle, the odd suspicion of the dark man confirmed from the sight he witnessed in a darker place, the message from a maiden still fresh on his mind, to be sent to a place, a pack, Casa di Cavalier, aiding in a sense of urgency to a journey that took far too long.

From the Concrete Jungle, southward through Skeletal Sanctuary, meeting the ocean. For days he had pondered stopping somewhere along the way through the Sosye Basin, maybe stepping into the ocean somewhere to float away peacefully, but continued onward, moving west over the southern edge of the Halcyon Mountain, via Phosphagos Foothills.

Slowly he had managed to go all the way to Moon Stone Lakes, diverting north and curving westward, entering The Waste and eventually encountering a well-dressed but ultimately displeasing bękart, the chance meeting becoming unwanted conflict, and thus led to the foreign-borne man being where he is now the next day or two... time had become something of a blur.

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A light huff escaped chapped lips as Jhiral inspected his wrappings once again, the cold of the afternoon flowing around a make-shift camp inside the fraction of a broken cottage, a few walls standing, a small portion of the roof remaining. He supposed somebody had been here as the rubble was cleared from an empty side-room with only three walls, the wide open gap facing what was left of the building; very little save for half-walls, corners and lots of vines holding the rest together, the chimney oddly standing up in the middle among the debris.

The Jackal had secured this location as best as he could, securing his back against the most stable position, with some thin rope-snares strung up here and there, pebbles tied up and swaying; if anybody recklessly wandered into the cottage's remains, they'd at least startle themselves, or trip over a the snares of sorts, or Majawould detect them and cause a fuss from how she had secreted herself in some leaf-pile on the remaining roof.

A long, choking noise had the man shiver, sitting down near a weak fire surrounded by rocks, his burden-basket sitting nearby, his doctor's bag opened and smelling of all things medical, hands twitching gently as he rocked back and forth slowly, the lightheaded-feeling coming and going that felt easy to tolerate compared to the bouts of lingering nausea.

He may not feel pain, but a knock to the head was just as endearing as ever, though the few other superficial wounds were for the most part inconsequential, chief among them the one across the right side of his jaws. Even a day or two after the skirmish, the foreign man still had to inspect himself, boiling and replacing bandages where necessary, heating and boil-washing tools, performing yet more medical work upon his ravaged, scar-coated body to the tune of stitches being pulled through a belatedly re-opened leathery cheek. Everything seemed to have healed from yesterday at least, but supplies were running low or empty at this point.

If the jackal saw that małe gówno again, he'd be sorely tempted to try and reciprocate in kind, and in a moment of aggravation Jhiral sincerely pondered what an otherwise handsome-looking young man would look like, if such were to occur.

But the more he thought about it, the more he suspected the male wasn't simply an errant loner, loners had little reason to start a fight simply for being in the wrong place, better to send a Luperci away with words, then to actively seek out violence for the sake of violence. Loners had too much to lose and too little to gain, unless that man was simply a peculiarly well-mannered bandit out for loot and blood.

Jhiral hissed, tied off another stitch and licked at the inside of his closed flesh, grumbling as he lazily palmed at his virtually balded scalp, the blood there repeatedly scabbed over and cleaned. Nothing too bad, judging from the lack of distortion or further bleeding, though the bandage there had to be replaced. Again.
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POSTED: Mon Dec 03, 2018 10:40 pm

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Puffs of mist swirled from Nayavota’s dark lips as she trudged through the frozen forest, her walking stick catching in the snow. The cold, winter wind nipped at her exposed fur and she sighed into the hood of her rank cloak. Naya remembered winter being a lot more fun—and a lot less work—when she was a kid. Nothing a couple snow forts and snowball fights can’t fix, she supposed.

Nayavota spied the abandoned cottage between naked branches and evergreen boughs. It looked like a corpse from an ancient time, not unlike its occupants. The pale yearling whistled into the wind for a moment, alerting them to her arrival. Then, she shouted, ”Maja, I have presents!” Naya pulled a pale, bloodied rabbit from her bag and held it aloft.

Once the raven was suitably distracted, Nayavota winded her way through Jhiral’s maze of traps and into the cottage. ”You ready to go?” she asked, spotting the injured man beside a dwindling fire. ”Veri—I told you about her, didn’t I—will want to see you first.” Naya resisted the urge to tell him about Morty, for her own sake. Jhiral would either love her, morbid as she was, or hate her; either way, they’d be spending a lot of time together.

The silver yearling braced herself and held out a blood-stained hand, hoping to help Jhiral up. ”Mama can be a bit much,” Nayavota said, trying to fill the empty air, ”but I tink she’ll like you.” Jhiral was a survivor, and as disconcerting as his scarred visage was, Mama respected survivors.

The bandaged man stood, collected his things, and followed Nayavota out of the frostbitten cottage. ”Come on, Maja!” The pale hybrid yelled, waving an arm at the big, black bird, ”Dere’s plenty of food where dat came from.” Casa’s caches were full of dried fruit and fresh meat, proving their prosperity in uncertain times.

Jhiral and Maja followed her southwest to Casa, trudging through icy fields and snowcapped forests to reach its border. The strange, bandaged man and his mischievous bird intrigued Nayavota. She'd never met anyone quite like Jhiral, or his talkative companion, but they seemed nice enough. Naya tried not to judge book by their covers, as odd as they may seem. After all, the pale Cadet was more than meets the eye, too.

Nayavota sighed in relief as they reached the well-marked border, throwing her hood back so she could howl for Casa’s leadership. As much as she wanted Luca to greet Jhiral and Maja first, there were plenty of knights who could step in for the Lune. Even Honrin, Naya thought with a grin. ”Someone should be here soon,” she said, turning her good mood on the soon-to-be Cavaliers, ”are you excited?”

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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 7:16 pm

The jackal-hybrid had been positively stewing while working on re-covering his face, shifting his jaws this way and that, testing to see how the flesh and assorted stitches moved about in his misted reflection. A matter of hindsight occured to the isolated man; perhaps physically attaching one of Inferni's old skull-totems to the back of his already full burden-basket was less than subtle to those who understood what the thing represented... but it would have been utterly wrong not to take a piece of 'home' with him.

A noise in the distance made him twitch, a whistle? Yes... and then the sound of a female voice, one a touch... familiar? Yes, he recognised the tone, the fluttering after unknown easy-prey had the man frown lightly, huffing as Maja's unseen presence vanished, raven-noises following that suggested the smart avian was chattering and cawing in hunger.

It was when he detected slight scuffling of one bared and one covered foot further reminded him of a familiar soul, thus he finished what he was doing post-haste, covered up and packed all he'd taken out to check and medicate himself, the little fire dying.

When the cloaked girl, Naya, appeared before him in the secured half of the run-down cottage, the older man felt a stab of something in his heart; Her near... ethereal appearance of a pale creature elicited a little surprise from the foreign-borne male, a vague recollection of somebody similar and yet so distant in the jackal's fog-bound memories. He could not help but narrow his eyes and stare, briefly glancing to her bandaged foot.

He swore he remembered somebody like her from times passed.

She suddenly addressed him, mentioning a Veri, and offered a blood-stained limb out. Wordlessly sighing, the man rose to his full height by his own power, letting the girl concentrate on her own balance and posture, his hat donned and walking-axe dimly rapping against the ruined floor as he respectfully bade her to go first so he could collect the few traps he had managed to set down... for what little they did, given how easily she had gotten in.

The Infernian totem was just outside the cottage and was also the last thing to be retained, swiftly strapped to the burden-basket shifting around on his back, rising a foot above his head with the wolf's skull senselessly staring ahead as little trinkets and raven feathers swayed upon tied string. The man cut a stranger figure than the talkative Luperci in the snow as she led him towards... what was it again? Oh, Casa. Two Luperci relying on walking sticks for differing reasons, but she was far more healthy looking and, dare he think such a thing, pretty in a gentle way.

'Rabbifood!' Came the eloquent noises of the raven herself.

As Maja rejoined and squawked around a mouth-full of rabbit, Jhiral silently pondered and trudged behind, remembering. He had met Naya before. She had come past the old cottage andmade for polite if chatty company, amusing Maja and informing him of how close he was to the very place that Odalis referred to; Casa.

The border was upon them, and Jhiral huffed to himself from the sound of the silver girl howling, far more beautiful than his own tones. A sense of fatigue and faintness washing over him in lazy waves, compelling the loner to seek out a nearby stump, straying over the border he barely noticed, and flopped down, sitting wearily.

The fact she had called to somebody had the fully-covered jackal glance to and fro cautiously, having become used to avoiding unnecessary attention, though Maja seemed all too happy for company. 'Im-excite. Much excit'ed. Jhi'ral 'ess too. Yis.' She helpfully cooed, even as she plodded in a wide circle around the man who looked as excited and energetic as the very trunk he listlessly sat upon.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 8:01 pm

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His sister often found strange oddities to fill her passing hours. As a child she had brought him pretty shells and four leafed clovers, insisting they would bring him the luck of the gods. He did not need the luck, he had told her, for he was a god of his own. Time made a liar of him, for now he found himself speaking to them more and more. Watching as his namesake swung in a bright, golden arc through the chill, frozen sky with the same intensity as the pale, creamy moon glowed in the night.

His fingers worked, folding and crinkling the pale leather until it retained the shape he wanted it to. The fragile rose was held in place for him to thread a string of leather through its center to hold it all together. When it was done, the small bump on the holding string was barely visible. He set it in the bag with the others of its ilk that were also yet to be painted. This one would be a deep wine color, he decided. To match her hair, he thought.

He heard the call, and being out by himself closer to the borders decided to answer. The same call bounced back, letting them know he was on his way and to still anybody else who might think to respond. He hauled the bag up over his shoulder and grabbed his staff. Honrin cut a sharp figure nowadays. His recent promotion to Valiant was proof that his hard work was being noticed and appreciated.

His pale, serious face broke into a smile to see his much younger sibling and the years fell away from him, Naya...

The bandaged man was a strange curiosity to behold, and some of his smile slipped but not completely, Who is your friend, tingla? Nayavota was always bringing home oddities, it wasn't the first time she had brought somebody to their borders.

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POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 9:20 pm

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Nayavota resisted the urge to catch Jhiral as he flopped down on the stump, clearly exhausted from… Well, everything. A morbid part of Naya wondered if Jhiral, exposed to the elements as he was, would even survive the winter in such a ragged state. The silver girl sighed and pushed the thought away; she didn’t want to think about it. Casa had suffered enough loss for a lifetime.

Maja walked in wide circles around Jhiral and Nayavota reached down to pat the talkative bird. She was a sweet, mischievous little thing; maybe she’d get along with Arthur’s raven, or the other pack birds. Jhiral… Well, Jhiral would find his place somewhere. Naya could imagine him setting up shop in Wolfeville, treating the cuts and scrapes of Casa’s drunkards. ”Are you sure he’s—” the pale Cadet’s question was cut off by Honrin’s reply howl.

Nayavota barked excitedly at her brother’s arrival. The Valiant’s serious demeanor faltered when he saw Nayavota, but not enough. ”Hi, Honrin!” she said, bounding up to her brother for a warm hug. ”Dat’s Jhiral. He needs a place to stay,” Naya explained, knowing Honrin couldn’t, and wouldn’t, turn away a luperci in need, ”He can’t speak, but Maja speaks for him.” She gestured to the precocious raven and gave Honrin her best puppy dog eyes. ”Dey can stay, right?”

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POSTED: Fri Dec 07, 2018 12:01 am

There was a sense of chill settling into his thinned form, the wide bandages, shawl and skirt could only do so much for a man with so little fur left, even without the ability to suffer in agony, he huffed and shivered lightly, rolling his head to and fro, trying to keep the sense of weakness away.

Still, he had found somebody, even if only by accident, and so far Naya had been quite positive. As wary as he was of strangers it was fairly apparent she was benign for now, more-so compared to the last Luperci he had encountered.

Of course, Maja cooed and crooned, flitting just out of reach when the large corvid noticed how the silver girl reached down to pet her, fluttering her wings in a mild warning, before turning back to investigate the fluffy female, strutting to and fro and puffing her feathers out lightly, leaving tiny depressions in the snow.

In what felt like mere minutes a man arrived, rousing Jhiral from his otherwise listless daydreaming. The arrival had a white pelt, yellow eyes and thankfully clothed himself better than many Luperci so far. A mixture of leather armour atop cloth marked him as a possible soldier of sorts, relaxed if cautious, naturally. Jhiral thoughtfully hummed to himself, blearily squinting as he made no secret of scanning this man, curiosity evident. He didn't quite rise from the dead stump just yet, letting his weight settle more for just right now, one hand gripping the walking axe more firmly, out of habit rather than exuding distrust or a readiness to fight another pointless fight.

Bloodshot golden eyes gazed at yellow eyes of the larger man, as Maja croaked in response to Naya's rapid explanation and swift support. The fog in the back of his head did not help, but he'd rather express himself as an intelligent, somewhat dignified man, rather than a ragged vagabond to be found and dragged back. He had little reason to be here, save for a simple message and mere coincidences, but he had set out to do something useful, rather than be found cold and un-moving in a church.

Putting the walking axe over his lap, Jhiral began to speak with his hands, evening gazing at the two Luperci, they seemed comfortable in one-another's company, relaxed, no harm in trying to speak for himself, even it was via bird.

'I walk 'from land... or' ash,' came Maja's voice, becoming monotone as she hobbled around to better translate. 'Over rokk, am... 'told of... Ka-Sa? Ir've word tu give, too... 'aye... "Loo-ka"?.' The covered man finished with a light whistle, trying to remember what he was told, inferring the message he carries from Odalis to a man she referred to as Luca, a member of greater importance from her hushed tones. Cool, callused hands fell to his lap, squeezing themselves, as he blinked and exhaled. He didn't know what might happen, but as of late, had very little concern save for the simple act of continuing to move somehow in life.
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POSTED: Sat Dec 08, 2018 2:37 pm

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Naya came to him for a hug as she always did. Their family were the few that were still so touch-orientated. It was unthinkable to not do so. To brush and feel the silk of fur, the heat of skin and muscle. The long, pale horsehair swayed as he walked forwards, shifting as he did.

For a night... or for forever? It wasn't always easy to distinguish those that Naya offered brief sanctuary or permanent settlement. This weary traveler did not appear the most appealing and indeed, at some base, instinctual level Honrin was repulsed and felt the pulse to chase this wretched looking creature away lest he spread his disease to the rest of the healthy ones.

It was a feeling he suppressed, knowing that the wild instincts were not always right or explainable.

His gaze snapped back to the male from following the raven and he watched the hands move, curiosity piquing. He took his golden eyes back and forth from the male to the bird as she spoke in a croaking voice, seemingly translating his messages and speech,

Luca Knight..? He is the King of this land. The Lune. Honrin frowned, and looked instead between Nayavota and the strange man. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and then exhaled it with a sigh. Well, Luca was less likely to be angry with Naya, she had a way of wriggling herself out of trouble.

So he called for the leader, his call shattering the frozen landscape.

If you are hoping to stay with Casa, we need to know of any skills you may have of use. Casa is a warrior pack, we take our role very seriously. Gone was Honrin the joker who laughed and made merry with friends. This was a serious business, and that reflected in everything he was.

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