The Sun Will Come

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:46 am

Brilliant. Just brilliant. It was bad enough that the lower level had begun to flood, causing every member and their brother to move onto the main floor, where he had already resided to move his few belongings from his house by the now flooded gardens, but now they were all to be shoved together on the third floor. Of course Luca realized the horses, sheep and chickens required shelter, hell he had even spotted two of his mother’s falcons and his grandfather’s owl hiding in the Great Hall, but Fenris damn it he needed his space!

Luca was not particularly fond of snuggling up and getting close and personal with his pack mates. Maybe he had been a softy with his siblings but not with other grown men. It was an odd situation, uncomfortable at best and Luca prayed to the Sun God that the rain would stop soon. With a sour face he collected his fur blanket and backpack of trinkets from the lounge and made his way past the horses and up the stairs.

Already many members were looking for rooms to sleep in for the night, while others loudly laughed and talked in other rooms. Silently, with grumpy golden eyes, the new Corpo made his way into what seemed like a quieter room. Much to his pleasure there seemed to be no one in this room yet, likely most of the pack was still up talking about all the excitement. With a soft smile he made his way into the dark room and began to lay out his furs in hopes that he would get some quiet for a moment.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:49 pm

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Lyris ripped the twist tie from her braided hair, flinging it behind her without the slightest sign of self-restraint, instead choosing to raise her hand to her hair and yank her claws angrily through it. Half of her braid had been soaked, and wet hair was not particularly comfortable. He hair fell down her back, tangled, kinky, and moisture full. As she ascended the stairs, the pale female shouldered her quiver, which was unusually heavy as it weighed between her shoulder blades. That, too, was full of water- she could only thank the fact that her arrows were pointed face-down, and the fragile blue fletching was undamaged, though she had to be careful not to brush the butts of the projectiles with her wet hair. She was wet up to mid-thigh, and drenched from fingers to elbows. She'd waded through her quickly flooding room, only to rescue her beloved bow and quiver of arrows. Her only other belongings- her fine animal furs- had been on the floor, where she usually slept, and were already ruined. But her sloshing through the dwelling had seemed to be rather pointless, for her bow was ruined- it was already warping in her hand from water-damage- and while she may be able to rescue a few of the arrows, very little of her weaponry would be usable. But she couldn't bring herself to throw them away. Not yet.

Of course, she may have been able to rescue her archery pieces sooner, but she had been occupied with other things. Such as relocating her horse, whom was a tad more meaningful to her than the carved wood. Kenyon was not particularly happy with the arrangement- in fact, it had taken a rather long bit of honey-soaked words and soft stroking to get him to stop whinnying and cantering, or otherwise rudely shoving other animals out of his destructive path. Lyris had left him, though she could only hope he would behave. She couldn't stay in that room full of baying, chirping, and whinnying for more than a few minutes without surely tearing her hair out. It was much easier when she was alone in the stables, all of the animals in their rightful place.

But this was barely any better. As she reached the apex of the stairs, Lyris' eyes grew darker, and she lashed her dripping tail in a vain attempt to dispatch the urge she had to shout at all of her pack mates to shut up. She was, of course, used to the close quarters- she'd slept besides many canines before, in New Dawn's communal den. But there had been an air of companionship, and the speaking had been only minimal, in soft whispers at that. Lyris tried to keep her sharp tongue in check as she maneuvered through the many bodies, muttering half-hearted "sorrys" and "excuse mes". She quickly moved down the hall, and caught sight of a door slightly ajar- and, get this- there was no noises of voices or obnoxious laughing coming from it. Quickly, she charged through, throwing the door open unceremoniously and shutting it behind her, dropping her bow to clatter on the concrete floor and raising her hands to her hair. Lyris twisted it around her hands and squeegeed as much water she could out of it, and it was only when she straightened again that she realized she was not alone. The Bracciante took a handful more moments to identify who was sharing the space, before blinking in the darkness, uncertain if she was pleased or annoyed. "Luca."

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:07 pm

From the room he could see the pale moon peaking between dark clouds, creating a spectacular light show against the rapidly falling rain drops, but Luca was not interested in the dance of mother nature. Instead he was observably annoyed at the constant pounding on the roof. He was surprised the roof had not collapsed given the torrential downpour occurring, it was a wonder anyone could hear anything at all. Of course, the others seemed to be making up for the loud rain hitting the roof by talking obnoxiously loud.

Soon enough they would all come in search of a warm place to sleep and Luca would have claimed the perfectly cozy spot in front of the fireplace. Silently he set to work making the fire. Fortunately they still had plenty of stacked chopped wood logs stacked beside each fireplace, and this room was no different. Tossing a couple of logs and a handful of kindling into the fireplace and reached for the two stones kept near by. Just as he began to strike the stones, creating sparks, the door flung open and quickly slammed shut, causing the rocks to slip in his hands and ungracefully tumble to the floor adding to the ruckus.

“Fenris damn it!” He cursed and he scrambled to pick up the stones and shot a glare in the direction of the door. His golden glare was met with the familiar irritated deep emeralds, which shone almost black in the dark room. With a huff he exhaled, “Lyris.” Turning he struck the rocks again, this time produce enough sparks to catch the kindling aflame. With a triumphant smile he placed the rocks back down on the ground and turned to look at his friend.

Noticing how wet her legs were caused him to frown. “You know you’re not suppose to go swimming when its pissing out rain.” Deciding to add a hint of kindness to his voice he added, “Come sit by the fire and dry off. You can use my cloak if you’re cold.” Perhaps Luca was being a little abnormally nice, but given that Lyris had suddenly been tossed into a very small space with many humanized wolves she didn’t know the Knight knew better than to be nasty and risk his head.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:25 pm

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The noise of the falling bow and the clattering thereafter paired with the banging of Luca's rocks onto the ground caused Lyris' teeth to grate with displeasure, ears flicking with the noises. It wasn't that she hated sound- oftentimes, it was the very thing that allowed her to locate her next meal, or avoid becoming a grizzly chew toy (even if that particular experience had already been had). But there was a small selection of sounds that Lyris could not stand. And, unsurprisingly, all of them had to do with a tongue. And words. Coming out of other canine's mouths. As if to punctuate her point, a clap of thunder reverberated the building and the shrill noise of muffled voices briefly increased outside the door. Quickly dropping her water-heavy quiver on top of her ruined bow, Lyris moved away from the portal to the ruckus, instead choosing to head straight for the fire her friend had just started up, seeking its warmth. She didn't say anything, besides shoot back the usual retort. "Excuse me for trying to rescue my horse and my belongings. A lot of good that did." The last sentence was hissed under her breath as he dark gaze darted to the arrows and soaked quiver. The destruction of one of the few things she held dear to her, even if it was an inanimate object, was greatly what attributed to her unhappy mood. That, and the noises outside. And the rain. And the fact she was still wet. "Also, I'm fairly sure it's not anatomically possible for clouds to piss." She inserted, pleased with the rather lengthy vocabulary word she had managed to include.

The Bracciante slid carefully into a sit, bending her legs in front of her and balancing her arms over her knees, eyes flickering briefly green with the nearby light, before she glanced to the male near her. His comment of kindness did not go unnoticed, and on a better day she may have felt like making fun of him for it or asking why he did so, but today she simply had no care. Instead, Lyris met his golden eyes and shook her head. "No, the fire is fine." Her pride was still too much for her to accept more than the smallest gestures of kindness. Maybe her neck would un-stiffen, one day.

"So, Corpo, huh?" She questioned, realizing she had not gotten the opportunity to speak to the grand-prince about his new, elevated rank. Conversation seemed like a good idea, if it could drown out all of that noise. Just then, there was a muffled bang against the wall, undoubtedly someone stumbling or accidentally being shoved. Lyris pulled her ears back, baring her teeth at the flames. "Could they shut up?" She snapped, half to herself.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:14 pm

Her displeasure was clear on her face, causing Luca to be even more glad that he had kept his yap shut. For once the pair could agree on something – both would likely take the storm over dealing with the other pack members chatter. Seeing her bow and quiver on the ground the Knight realized why she was soaked just in time for her retort. All he could offer her in return was a shrug, “The pack owns some bows and arrows if you want, or we have materials to make more if you know how.”

Luca was not certain of how attached the new Prova was to her weapon given her back ground, but he knew he would hate to lose his axes so he sympathized. “Is your horse safe downstairs?” He gathered that the beast had been herded in along side the rest, Luca had already been downstairs to check on Ulrich and sneak him a quick sugar cube from the kitchen before the other members devoured them. It was far from the ideal situation for the animals but he was certain that warm dry, all be it crowded, hall was nicer than being shin deep in muddy cold water.

He ignored her comment about clouds, gathering from her tone of voice what she meant but not understanding the particulars. Although Luca was a smart man he was not great with his words, instead being more of a man of action. Much to his relief Lyris took a sea beside him by the fire without much fuss; he wasn’t in the mood for a battle of the wits right now.

Much to his surprise, however, not only was she not sassing him back but she was also being polite and making conversation. “Ya. Corpo, and a flood to celebrate. Fenris is obviously not smiling down on me.” He sighed with a weak smile. Before he could open his mouth to explain his meaning there was a loud thump against the wall and Lyris’ normal grumpiness re-appeared. With a chuckle Luca sneered, “Maybe we can bar the door shut so we wont have to deal with them. That’s the problem with living with a bunch of warriors.”

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:48 pm

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The fact that she had found Luca, seemingly alone, put her at ease. It meant he had been seeking out a pocket of peace, just as she had. It meant he didn't care enough about his image or elevated rank to step into the throngs of those who undoubtedly knew his name and receive compliments or partake in petty conversation. Lyris was the same way, and that was one more bridge she could meet him over. At least he wouldn't annoy her with never-ending chatter.

His comment about materials and bows only pulled a simple nod from her. It didn't matter if they had materials, or extra bows- she wouldn't be able to shoot nearly as accurately unless she was holding her own weapon. Lyris had a place she needed to go to make her new one, but until then- approximately until the rain was gone and things went back to normal- she would need to entertain herself in ways that did not pertain to target practice. No matter, she was certain she could figure something out. She only wished it had never rained like this... "Yeah. Ulrich?" She questioned back, eyes now fully fixed on the fire, as if she was hoping if she stared at it for long enough the warmth would spread to her cold mood.There was a brief lapse of silence before Luca spoke again, and it drew a whisper of a smirk from her face, though no more. It was a feat even that much had been accomplished. "You and me both." The Bracciante muttered, though she knew the same applied to everyone crammed into the upper levels at this very moment. But she felt this as a personal insult. Things had just begun to warm up- the guilt of Asgeir's death did not weigh on her so heavily she was in fear of breaking, and she'd even come to expect the lack of feral-ness in this new pack. She was becoming accustomed to it, even if she wasn't fitting in, quite yet. But then this- a downpour. Her room would smell like rot, all of her furs were gone, her bow and arrows were ruined, and she'd only barely managed to retrieve Kenyon from the onslaught. Had he died, she wasn't sure she would be able to walk from point A to point B. Then she would be really sure the universe was against her. Now she was stuck in this room, with a bunch of loud, boisterous canines, and they were all unsure if the rain would ever stop, or the floor ever cease to shake with every thunderclap. The entire thing darkened her eyes and dulled her usual confident, striding persona. Instead, she was sitting here in front of a fire with Luca, waiting. She supposed it could be worse.

"Gotta give some to get some," She murmured, her voice no longer full of joking or even irritation. It was just tired, as it had been on that day she'd rode to Casa's borders and asked this very golden-eyed boy to let her join. She'd put herself down, again. She needed to quit doing that. Her head dipped another inch, eyes moving from the warm fire to a long, ugly crack between her feet. She tried not to compare it to her scars.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:15 pm

“Ya. Ulrich’s good.” He answered softly. “He’s a pretty sociable guy so he’ll be fine for a few day. Once the rain stops I’ll run him around the territory a few times to get the energy out.” It was nice to think about the rain stopping, the sun shining again and not being surrounded by loud pack mates. He probably wanted to get out for a ride as much as Ulrich did but it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Suddenly he regretted moping over his own problems, as Lyris grew silent and seemed to focus a little to hard on the fire and he floor in front of her. Stupid Luca. He was suppose to be a knight of the Brotherhood now, he was suppose to be more focused on others. Clearly Lyris was having a harder time than he was. The Knight still did not know exactly why Lyris had joined Casa, besides the death of Zalen, but he knew that she had been tossed into a totally new culture and now her few belongings were ruined from the rain.

Without quite knowing why or what he was doing the golden male reached his hand out and took hold of hers strongly. Quietly he mumbled, “It’s going to be okay. Promise.” His words were meant for her but he hoped that it would be true for both of them. Surely everything would be okay. It had to be.

Awkwardly he tugged his large hand back against his chest, unsure how to follow up his odd attempt at reassuring the wolfess. “Well…..we should get some sleep.” He spoke a fair bit louder. “Night.” With that he quickly turned away, rolling onto the spread out fur he had laid out earlier and pulling another fur over his body, golden eyes staring at the wall hoping Lyris would just accept the action and move on.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 09, 2015 11:39 pm

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She knew that Luca cared about his own steed, even if he was only learning the ropes on proper care and training for the animal. His new position as Animale only went to show that he had a deep interest in horses, if only for war-training them, and Lyris identified this as another link. Something else she didn't mind to talk about. The strong, powerful animals that they kept as companions. She listed to him talk, quietly, though didn't have her eyes somewhere else, for once. They were fixed on his.

Once he had explained, Lyris nodded, gaze flitting back once more to the fire and its constant crackling. She tried her hardest to avoid her thoughts wandering to dark places, she honestly did. But her mind was not something bright and lovely. It had its moments, but there was always shadows- something nipping at her mood, kicking in her irritation, adding cracks to her heart. She was a broken vessel that had been put back together, but some pieces were missing. Lyris was well aware of this, and had always tried to hide it from everybody. She didn't need pity. Or sympathy. But the kind Luca gave her was strange and new.

His hand was on hers, and her immediate reaction was not to jerk it away or snap at him, like she had way back when at the ball. 'You will never again touch me without permission.' The threat seemed empty, now, as she stared at the physical contact. Her brain seemed to short-circuit, or something, because she didn't react. Not until he pulled away, and she only caught the briefest glimpse of his golden gaze before she was staring at his back. Lyris opened her mouth to speak, to say something, to either reprimand him or tell him to do it again, before clacking her teeth shut with an audible snap. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. But her voice was uncharacteristically soft as she replied. "Goodnight." And then she shifted, slipping quickly and easily into her Lupus form. She sat near the fire for a moment longer, a long, slender shadow against the flickering light, before twisting and settling onto the furs of the floor, head on her paws. Then she closed her dark gaze, and she slept without nightmares.

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