The Grass is Always Greener

Lorenzo

POSTED: Tue Jan 10, 2017 9:06 pm

Remus Knight
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The boy, young as he was, was fed up with being treated like a pup. He was fed up with being small, and being looked down upon by everyone, figuratively or otherwise. Remus was desperate to take matters into his own hands for once. To get away from the babysitters and people telling him what he was and was not allowed to do. He wanted to go somewhere quiet, somewhere all his own where the shadow of the walls of fort Kingsbury did not loom above him, watching his every move and restricting the boy to their borders. It was becoming suffocating for him. Too many people, too much activity, Remus wanted, no, he needed to get away. At least that was what he thought.

Thoughts raced and swirled through the young boy's earthen head as he crouched along the wall, lowering his center of gravity as the boy lurked forwards, doing his best to remain unseen by the ever vigilant eyes of the pack, the boy pushed himself forwards, large paws leaving prints in the snow up along the edge of the wall. As the lanky, skinny, bony form neared the entrance to the fort, his heart pounded in his chest and it was all he could hear. Darting forwards, Remus shot out like a dart through the gap in the wall and he was gone, running much more gracefully now than he had the last time he'd found himself on the outside, but still with the adolescent lope of one who's paws were too big for the body they were attached to, but he did not stumble.

Remus began to enjoy this, he smiled and let his tongue loll out the side of his mouth as he panted and ran, sure that he was finally free from everything that kept him grounded to this place, sure that he could make it on his own, but the sight of something off in the distance tripped the boy up from his running spree. It was something tan against the stark white background, something moving and alive. As the animal reminded Remus of his sisters orange cat, except with spots instead of stripes, and the ears sported black tufts of fur at their tips, and it was bigger. Much, much bigger. Remus' ears folded back and he flattened himself down in the snow, trembling, his eyes round and fearful as he attempted to will himself to disappear into the snow, but it didn't work. Remus could hear the creature snarling. He could hear it's voice but only one word stood out to him, as the creature uttered it. "Eat."

He had been spotted. The animal's yellow brown eyes bore into his pelt as it slunk forwards, muscles rippling beneath skin, tongue licking it's feline lips, and just like that Remus was running back in the direction he'd come from, and the feline was upon him, claws finding small purchase in his young pelt as the boy yelped and let out a desperate yell for help. Tumbling forwards, Remus fell to the cold snow and stared wide eyed as the creature continued it's approach. The boy's heart skipped a beat as he heard heavy footsteps behind him, and another as his eyes focused on the lines of red seeping up from his skin. So this was what pain was supposed to feel like. Remus had thought he'd known it when his brother would tackle or bite him but this red line in his skin felt much worse than that. Was this the end then?

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POSTED: Wed Jan 11, 2017 4:18 am

~~ And they call me a monster, but all I want is love ~~

He had been a troublemaker in his younger days, forever slipping away and sneaking off. The difference was that Lorenzo had been three times the size than the other children his own age. He had been a beast of a child as he was a beast of a man now. He had boldly followed his father on patrol and into situations he shouldn't have, even when the Golden Eyed King had bid him to stay behind, he had sneaked out and followed. He had seen things that no child should do at such an easy age. He had seen his father's justice dispatched upon the lone wolves that would not follow and aimed to hurt and tear. To make their pack bleed with sorrow. He had sen the evil and cruel executed for their crimes.

The secui padded back and forth within the confines of the Fort, restless for reasons beyond his ken. The lynx girl joined him in his pacing and together they left the great walls behind them. Father and adopted daughter side by side. Her children had grown and left, to find their own places in the great wide world. Natalia had remained though, finding her niche amongst the fighting wolves of Casa. When the Syndicate had come to try and smite them, she had been of utmost value, able to dart and doge through the heaving throng and hamstring and slice tendons and muscles, distracting, disrupting.

A scent that interested him, of a naughty boy who knew he was not supposed to leave the Fort's protection. With a deep amused grumble Lorenzo began to follow with more haste, intending to grab the boy by his tail and carry him back if he had to. Dusted ears turned though, and his body sharpened as a shriek for help came to them and in front his one good eye found the tiny carriage of the boy child as he fled. The flashing snaking image of the cat as it stalked.

Natalia yowled and shot forwards, a cork from its bottle, this was her territory. The male, now towering in anger, burst forwards too, his creaking joints and aching bones forgotten as adrenalin rushed through him. Natalia would reach the adversary first and probably see off the trespassing feline. She was much better well fed and well taken care of than some scrappy wildcat. She was cared for by Casa and trained her strength and speed with the best wolves the land offered. She was spitting, snarling whirlwind of teeth and claws.

His was the rage however, the power that he collected in his limbs and muscles. He was the monster that they whispered about, the creature of wrath. His was the fury as his paws struck against the ground, paw prints of thunder and steel forged strength. He was the hurricane that came to ravage their shores and the Red Star that had fallen from the sky to send a great wave to drown them. His claws tore the earth as the Behemoth grasped the ground and slid to a stop, the dust and gravel pup now curtained by savage paws, and the Beast roared.

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Lorenzo Knight

POSTED: Thu Jan 12, 2017 10:29 pm

Remus Knight
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The clumsily proportioned earthen grey pup lay motionless in the snow, his ears going back as every fiber of his being told him to run, but the fear and pain had left the boy frozen to the spot. he couldn't even cry after the shock of the big cat's first attack. Was this what Myra's little kitten was going to grow into? A monster? Remus desperately hoped not for the sake of his sister. As the beast loomed over him, Remus noticed a black wound at the cats face. It looked like a bite mark that had not yet healed into a proper scar, the blood congealing into something dark and ugly on the fur of the cat's face, though Remus hadn't known what a fresh wound looked like up until that point.

The hot coppery smell of blood loomed fresh in Remus' nose, his body giving a couple slight twitches as he tried to will himself to run away to safety, but then before he could blink an eye, the feline was upon him, claws digging in, jaws lunging for his exposed neck, preparing to plant a finishing blow that would never land. The beast was ripped free from the terrified pup and as he looked around, four massive paws appeared all around him in what would be a curtain of protection, and from above him came the most terrifying sound the pup had ever heard in all his four months of life, maybe the most terrifying sound he would ever hear again. Like thunder and lightning, with teeth and claws that would rip through and destroy anything in it's path.

Frozen with a pure terror like ice freezing in his veins, the pup did not look up but rather stared straight ahead with the wide eyes of a prey animal caught in the jaws of death. Remus watched the two cats fight, his eyes fixated straight ahead, though whether or not he was actually seeing anything with those eyes was debatable. The two felines fought with a ferocity that vaguely reminded the young boy of his mother when she was cross, spitting and hissing and slashing at each other until, a few moments later, the scrawnier of the two creatures fled, probably fearing for it's own life as Remus had feared for his. But once Remus' assailant had fled, the other feline seemed to have no intention of eating the fearful pup, and so he curled himself up and shivered, eyes shut tightly and ears pinned back to his head.

The boy was bleeding in several spots at that point, but nothing appeared too serious save for a slash mark across one of the boys hind legs that may have needed medical attention. Idly, the boy wondered whether or not his life would end that day regardless, once his mother got a hold of him. After a few long moments of startled silence, citrus eyes opened to see the behemoth which loomed over him like a mountain. He was a Cavalier. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." The pup started without thinking, but there was nowhere he could go with that sentence. Whatever he was saying he hadn't meant to do, he had done, there was no use trying to deny it.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 15, 2017 4:00 pm

~~ That chill you felt I felt it too ~~

There was the scent of blood in his nose and of battle in his blood. Maybe somewhat of an overreaction, but a Lynx was a fearsome opponent for a young boy to face. Especially an untrained one. The desperate fear still squeezed at his heart, making every beat painful and strained. A moment too slow, an instant behind, if Natina had not been with him. He didn't want to think and his anger only rose and rose. Stupid boy, his life, in the hands of fickle fate. A fate Lorenzo knew to be cruel and malicious. The behemoth's fur bristled all over, broken tail standing high behind him and dagger like claws gouging trenches into the dirt as his paws flexed repeatedly.

The sounds of the two cats fighting was a horrible mix of yowling and hissing and terrible screaming. Natina dominated her smaller opponent, battering the stranger feline every which way with sharp claws and vicious bites. He was ready, to fight and kill if his feline daughter somehow was short footed. But his fear was unfounded and soon the wildcat fled, chased at least part way by a spitting Natina, the promise of death should it return.

Only then did Lorenzo turn his head downwards, rage burning in his gem-like eyes. The purple's pupil stayed as a pinprick, unmoving and blind. But the green expanded, glittering with riotous fury. The boy was bleeding and he would suffer it was his punishment. The Corpo cut off whatever more words the boy might speak, his voice rumbling deep and resonant, and maybe for once the boy should be right to fear his uncle, "Yer didn't mean? Yer didn't mean tah sneak out?" He had to fight to keep to a deadly whisper, knowing if he let his voice raise then soon he would be shouting at the youngster, the growl in his voice grated and tumbled like gravel, "This is tha exact reason yer was told tah stay inside tha Fort. What d'ya think woulda 'appened if ah had not been 'ere. Did yah think of that, Boy? Did yah think at all? About yah motha and fatha? And yer brotha and sistahs?"

He snorted a great exhalation of breath, and looked away from the child, Natina too was sitting nearby and watching with a scowl. There were fresh lines of red in her pelt, blood slowly oozing from her chest, legs and head. She had narrowly missed being blinded by a claw.

The male growled again, before reaching down and grabbing the pup in his huge jaws gently and lifted Remus high into the air. He turned and began walking back towards the Fort. He felt the lightness of her as she leapt onto his great back and settled down, licking at her injuries. He would carry the pair of them.

He strode swiftly and soon the walls of the Fort were closing around them, a solid and protective barrier against the outside world. Howland was on guard duty and swore as Enzo carried the bleeding boy by him, each footfall was another step closer to Lyris' ire. He didn't know where the pale female would be and didn't want to go searching for her, she would come to him. He set the boy down, between his paws again, eyes daring the boy to even try and think of escaping. The bear of a male lifted his head and howled, fury and urgency coloring his tones. He called for the Stryder woman to come with haste, that it concerned one of her children.

Natina jumped from his back as he did so, limping heavily now, golden eyes not touching the gravel colored boy in front of her. She sat by Lorenzo's side, moaning in pain as she licked at the gashes in her paw. Enzo reached down to tenderly lap at the bleeding wound on her head that she could not reach.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:21 pm

Remus Knight
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Shame, stinging pain, fear, these were all things Remus hadn't expected to be feeling that day. He wanted to have a good time, to strike out and be free and to stretch his legs as he felt he fresh and undisturbed snow break beneath his feet. The boy wanted an adventure, and today he had gotten far more than he had bargained for in going outside the fort, and his mom was going to find out, and she was definitely, without any shadow of a doubt, going to kill him. He wouldn't be allowed to go outside again until his first blood even if he survived the encounter that was rapidly approaching, and he deserved everything that was coming to him. Even as Lorenzo spoke angrily to the boy, demanding he recognize his mistakes and think of the consequences for them, Remus lowered himself and shut his eyes tightly. He wanted to keep from having to face the truth for as long as he could, and as large jaws clamped around him, the boy knew immediately that it would not be long at all before the world would crash down on him.

So, just as had happened when his mother had found the boy wandering outside the walls of the fort a month ago, the boy was so unceremoniously lifted into the air by the jaws of the bigger canine, and carried this way back to the fort, the boy growing numb to the pain of his injuries as his heart hammered in his narrow chest and he remained completely limp, uncertain about what future would lie ahead for the injured pup, and not eager to find out. If he could, Remus would have run and never looked back, but he knew now that even if he so much as tried it he would be caught once more and carried back by an even angrier uncle than existed currently, though Remus was certain that if his uncle ever became angrier at him than he was right now, Remus would hide in the smallest corner he could fit into and hope that the monster wolf would never find him.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, perhaps Uncle Enzo would refrain from telling the boys mother if he promised that he would never venture out again, but as the giant Knight set him down and proceeded to send out a call for the young boy's mother, Rems just about fainted, though that dizziness might have been contributed to by the blood that was seeping from the boys small body, at that size he probably couldn't safely loose too much more, but luckily it was scabbing up slowing down drastically. The pup deliberated running away and hiding for a few moments, but even as he thought it, Remus knew that he would get nowhere with the pain in his leg holding him back, and after what seemed like an eternity of waiting in silence, silence that whispered to the boy, "It's your fault.", Remus whimpered softly and lowered his head, no longer looking at the injured lynx or the angry Secui.

His mother was coming.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 19, 2017 3:16 pm

Sorry this is so long and messy, she a lil pissy / Lyris is in Lupus (+1064)

The warrior's blood burned.

In the midst of this frozen heart of her home, such a feeling was exceedingly unusual to feel. At any given moment in this winter-gripped earth that Lyris roamed, she had experienced peace. The dead silence that blanketed the forests and the oceanside was endlessly pleasing and surprisingly calming, paired with a cold chill that never failed to infuse her bones with the bite to move. The woman was a child born in the midst of such a season's influence, and the time of white and soundless skies was, undoubtedly, her element. Home had never brought her more satisfaction and sense of rightness than when a dusting of white powder lines the roofs of Kingsbury and chilled her toes. Rightness-, yes that was what she had come to feel. In the moment at present, the Stryder had dipped her jaws into the cold and frosted surface of the garden's river, glad when the numbing cold came to flow over her nose and tongue. In every which way, she was enclosed by a frozen place of beauty.

So why was it that her blood burned?

At the immediate feeling, Lyris moved sharply, unusually absent of her characteristic grace and fluidity. Lifting her head, the woman stared with dark eyes at the slow current of icy river water before her, as if she could find the source of her discomfort in the depths. This, of course, was not the solution. As the time passed, a flutter in her chest akin to a caged bird put the stoic-faced Mani on edge, her serenity certainly shattered for reasons she could not pinpoint. That was, until she glanced behind her to a particular tree, not far off. The dark hole of a den, now surrounded by blankets of white, sent a sting of electricity through her already-charged figure. God, no. In a jagged shot, Lyris was sent running through the short gardens by way of premonition. Please, oh god, please--.

It was then that she heard a howl, unimaginably deep, recognizable, and in some element, distressed. Lyris cleared the trees of the garden in the same instant that Lorenzo's howl quieted, the long form of the huntress rigid with unreadable emotions as she almost aggressively cleared the trunk of a felled tree by way of leaping. Within a matter of seconds, she had arrived to stand in front of the gargantuan Secui man that dwarfed her, and her son.

She regained her breath in a matter of moments, a ready skill learned from countless years of pursuing the elements of a forest long ago. In the first handful of heartbeats, Lyris said nothing. She simply sighted the blood that was quickly corrupting the snow and instantly dipped her head, nudging Remus's front roughly away so that she could view his injury. After a handful of seconds of staring at the ragged flesh that disrupted the earthy pup's once-unmarred earthy form, she still did not speak. The blood dripped from the boy to the snow, and Lyris seemed to appear as stone. The wound would scar.

Morty had arrived behind Lyris, already with a wad of bandages in her fingers and just a tad of a glow in her sharp eyes. But the dark healer had the intelligence about her to wait, at least for a moment longer. In that moment, the white Stryder drove her nose forward, sharply snapping Remus in the flank, so that he would fall into the gentle but cold embrace of the snow below them. It was not a painful reprimand, but one certainly unexpected and void of affection. "Just what the hell did you expect to happen when you left these walls, Remus Knight?" The fear that was currently running rampant in her body was immediately transformed into unrelenting aggression. Fear, fear unbidden, had twisted Lyris's scarred features into something terrifying; the guise of a mother in distress of her child's life.

She smelled the cat, and it was not just Natina, who sat wounded just a few feet off. It took the Mani a matter of moments to understand the course of events that had transpired, and she could not sift the feelings of shocked terror, anxiety, and disbelief from one another. It was simply impossible. Her voice was not a howl or raised past decibel range, but instead it was, in a way, infinitely worse. Her words fell, dead, from her tongue, one after another, to delve deep into the ice and ground beneath their feet. It was almost a whisper, what she said next.

"I will have not have you dead by way of your own ignorant wanderlust." She was small in comparison to Lorenzo's gigantic form, her Lupus figure slim and apparently fragile from afar. But the many scars from battles past that wrapped, like a corrupted vine, around her form echoed of a terrifying prowess that few would dare to withstand. Yet, these wounds were not the only thing that plagued her; no, the countless death and betrayal of those once loved bore her an even greater burden. In the face of the damned dark death stealing away another one of her beloved, she could not stand without a hell of a fight. And this, she could fight. She growled low in her throat at the boy, still splayed in the snow and bleeding. "You will not leave this place until your First Blood unless told otherwise. By your own fault, you have turned the Fort into your prison." And then she could not stand the sight of her son, wounded and scared, any longer. Gently, with a tenderness exceedingly unexpected given her earlier appearance of a white hellhound, Lyris lifted Remus with her mouth by his scruff and turned to face Morty.

The Optime woman knelt and took Remus from his mother's jaws, gently putting him on the snow. "Nasty cat, that. But he will live just fine." She said as she examined the Knight's wounded limb and bunched a portion of bandage to press against the bleeding orifice, a temporary measure until she could take the boy to get it better cleaned and dressed. "Guess I'll be watching out for cabin fever next, mmm?" She said, an attempt at a bit of a joke, but Lyris did not smile. She just turned, silently, to meet Lorenzo's golden gaze, an unspoken communication held therein.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 24, 2017 5:28 pm

~~ That chill you felt I felt it too ~~

If there had been no injury and only a close call then perhaps Lorenzo might have kept this incident to himself and soundly punished the child. Maybe had taken him to Casa's graveyard to stand over the stones of another child who had wandered far from where he should have been. But the lines of red blood could not be ignored now talked away of youthful fantasies.

The she-wolf came at his call. If he had not been such a monstrous warrior that had fought countless battles with foes that would see him dead then maybe he would have cowered too at the wildness of her. Instead the same hellsome ferocity dwelt within him too. It called to him, fury to fury and her rage was all consuming. He almost pitied the boy. His heart was slowly slowing, the deadly strain no longer so tight. That they had escaped with minimal injury was owed purely to luck and good fortune.

He watched with seeming apathy as she inspected him and then pushed him to the ground with a furious snap of her jaws, the punishment of her children would be carried out however she saw fit. The lesson to be learned here was a grave one. Remus could have lost his life today, through his own unthinking actions. Lyris' voice cracked as a whip, sharp and striking, the behemoth pulled back his ears to protect them not from the volume but from the cold and dead stillness of it. It struck worse than any bellowing tirade could have ever done.

His eyes shifted to Morty as she lingered in the background waiting to heal the young lad and he nodded. She gave him a piercing look and a jerk of her head and he knew he would find the next days potions waiting for him in his room. Lorenzo said nothing and twitched no move to help the youngster who had brought now the axe upon his own head. Lorenzo would have been happy to escort the youngling in his adventures, to provide a protection and now Remus had his privilege removed.

He barely blinked as Morty now kneeled to fix up the young princeling. And Lyris looked to him and the Knight's eyes burned for both of them could see in their mind's eye. The future that might have been, where Lorenzo would have carried home a mangled corpse than simply an injured boy. They would not admit to the boy, the fear that consumed them both, straight down to their bone and hearts. The fear of the death of loved ones. From one warrior to another, this was understood and keenly felt. Lorenzo would watch for his wandering nephew, a guardian beyond his mentor. The old King's greatest son would would stand guard over the new king's oldest.

The boy would never know solitude until he was old enough to provide his own protection. He would be followed and watched, for there was nowhere to hide within the Fort. And the great giant often kept close to the Fort these days, other than to patrol their borders.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 25, 2017 7:25 pm

Remus Knight
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In all of Remus' short time on this earth, he had experienced anger, pain, regret, happiness and sadness and the like, but in all his time on this earth, the young Knight boy had never experienced such a feeling as complex as remorse until now. He was sorry, he was angry at himself for having gone out and broken the rules, he was frustrated with the outcome, and guilty that Natina had risked her life to save his own. And more than anything he wished that he could take it all back. It wasn't because of the pain in his leg, or the fear and anger he felt when his mother berated him, or even the scorn and anger coming off of his uncle and the adopted cat Natina. It was because for the first time, someone had been hurt because of him. Natina was covered in red lines and smudges and yet all the adult Luperci present were fussing and fawning over him and his injuries. Sure Remus wasn't too happy with the fact that he was being yelled at and pushed around and manhandled either, but the guilt that enveloped the young boy was overwhelming.

From the moment that his beastly uncle placed Remus on the ground, the boy submitted, his ears and tail tucked down flat against his bleeding body, preparing for the storm that would inevitably come, and just as his uncle Enzo howled for his mother to come, she flashed from the trees like a bolt of white lightning and came to a stop in front of the pair of canines and the injured lynx. The look she gave him when Lyris arrived before her bleeding pup was one of an unreadable emotion to the young boy, who'd yet to experience feelings such as those enough times for the recognition of them to come naturally. With an unexpected flash of teeth the mother had lunged forwards and Remus was knocked to his side, causing a startled yelp as the boy was suddenly reminded of the sight of the lynx lunging for his throat, but he did not fight his mother, instead he lay still in the cold grip of the snow beneath him and tried to even out his breathing as the snow white Lupus above him gave him a once over and began to speak in a way that made Remus imagine that the white warrior was chewing him up, and as her voice dropped to a dead and uncaring tone, he felt as though he'd been spit out and left in the snow to bleed. But he deserved it. Remus deserved every bit of what had come his way, and he wouldn't break those rules that had been imposed upon him again. "y... yes mother..." The boy said in such a weak voice that it was barely audible. doing his best to supress the whimper in his tone.

As Remus' mother backed off and allowed room for the medic to step forwards and take a look at him, Remus' warm caramel eyes sought out those of his uncle. The giant knight had always been such a solid fixture in the life of the little knight boy. he was someone dependable, and someone who was always there to guide him, and without the usual warm smile there on the giants face, Remus felt lost. He wanted to feel warm and safe and comforted again. He wanted to feel as though he belonged here and as though people loved him, but he knew that everyone here blamed him for what had happened, and he knew that it was his fault. The young boy just hoped that some day he could go back to having the uncle that was kind and that would forgive him for his mistakes. As the medic pressed the bandages to his leg, Remus winced and as he looked to his uncle for comfort, the little Knight boy thought that maybe if he didn't say something now, he'd never be able to. "I'm sorry uncle Enzo... I'm sorry I got you hurt Natina... I'm sorry I left..." As the boy looked from the fierce old giant, to the wounded female lynx beside him, Remus let his gaze fall and he shut his eyes, his ears pinning back tighter to his skull as he squeaked out through the lump forming in his throat. "Do you... hate me now...?"

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