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Do you believe the dead can rise? AW+

POSTED: Sat Jul 07, 2018 12:48 am

Takes place after This and this - Lorenzo is visible and audible for all who have belief to see.

There was silence from his paws, and he might move the stalks a little more. Send up more dust and leave prints that would scare lesser wolves to panic.

And Callum could see him too.

He breathed fast, like he might still feel a heat pounding in his chest. There was a strength to eclipse what he had felt before. The wondering of children could only go so far. Those children were approaching to adulthood and now a blue eyed healer had found his image and caused a rolling reaction, like a pebble dropped into a still pool.

It had not been such a time, she was still there with her son, now gasping anew at the sigh of him and Alaric ran forwards, yelling in delight to see his friend so solid and bright.

He walked with Callum at his side, numb all around. There was too another gasp and an oath muttered and a golden son dropped his axe in shock, Lorenzo grew again. There were others that came forwards, others that had known him in life as their friend. The butcher who had sparred so much with him. Death had been thwarted in part.

Tears came to the behemoth's eyes and rolled in pearls down his cheeks. He was no longer alone.

In the face of overwhelming strength, Lorenzo shone.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 15, 2018 5:48 pm

OOC -I have joined this beauty of a thread

If I can live through this, I can do anything

It was by chance that Cedric was thinking of his mother today. He'd gotten too stubborn to wear his bandages under the excuse that he was letting his healing wounds get some fresh air. Both Nora and his father had rattled him for it but the boy was being adamant about it today. He was sick of being restricted under layers of cloth, horrible tight and in some ways suffocating reminders of his failure. Cedric had to remind himself that he wasn't the only Stryder or Knight to bare scars, but a part of his mind continued to convince him that his scars were failures. The young Stryder was almost certain that the scars his family wore were from successes. He could imagine they received them after a battle, ending triumphant with a mark to forever remind them of their victory. All Cedric could see in the slash marks across his torso and face is the fact that he failed to prevent an attack, and could have lost his own life and the life of the one protecting him. In a passing comment to try and make the boy feel better about his new appearance, Cedric's father mentioned how his mother bore scars as well, spoken in a way that was supposed to make the young Stryder proud.

But Cedric didn't feel proud, he felt ashamed. It hadn't yet sunk in to the boy that he was just that: a boy. Nor had he realised that he was far from being able to fight and battle like the Cavaliers around him could. Instead he spent the day being rather unproductive, and instead going to random spots around the Fort area. He began walking to the training rings before losing motivation and moving on, then towards Guinevere's home to see if his mentor had some work before thinking against it. Finally, the boy moved towards the area where the dead rested, hesitantly thinking of visiting his mother, before pressing on and instead just walking aimlessly. Cedric wondered if his mother would be shocked to see him like this, or ashamed of the youngest Stryder. The idea of his mother's ghost looking so disappointed had Cedric moving with a quicker pace, mind wondering about the present of spirits.

So it was by sheer chance that the moment Cedric was up in his head thinking about the presence of the dead, he looked up to see a looming figure of a semi-corporeal form straight in front of him. The boy's shocked golden eyes dropped into a frown, and the hairs down his spine shivered up into hackles as the boy observed this being. He couldn't recognise them, or even wrap his head around what they were, even after just coming out of a thought bubble about spirits. Standing slightly defensive, Cedric called out. "Who are you? This is Cavalieri ground you stand on... are you, are you a member of this pack?"


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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 2:48 pm

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A boy, stood before him in an echoing of all of the Knights that were long dead. Those great warriors of old. An echo that Lorenzo could see in the lines of blood and bond stretching back to an orange collie woman and a brother who had laughed and laughed, to a black King who had stood tall as dignity, who had put a crown upon his own head and vowed to protect the innocent and defend the weak.

His chest hurt as though there were still a great heart to thunder in it, as though it pounded against his breast. He could see too, the Stryder woman who had made herself a Queen, who had died to bring this life into the world.

The eyes that all watched, and they gave him life, only scant ticks of time had passed and the beast became a behemoth. Surging up and up, in an mockery of the organic motions. A secui ghost stood on two legs and became a man before the watchers.

When at last, the power of grasp was returned to him and the cougar trimmed cloak settled about his shoulders in washed out colors and shades of gray and dust and waved gently in a breeze that was all his own. Two necklaces to show the twice he had climbed to stand as one of Casa's chosen warriors.

The sun image gleamed bright with gem eyes that had always crinkled in laughter or narrowed in defensive rage.

As Lorenzo rose and rose still, coming to his full height, the boy did not flinch back or run, though his eyes widened. A bravery that was blood and bone deep. Lorenzo's voice rumbled, like a great gravel landslide,

"Ah know who yer are, Cedric Stryder." The ghost spoke his name like the toll of a bell, the heaviness of a journey ended,

"Ah'm Lorenzo Knight, tha War Lord of Casa di Cavalieri. First member of tha Brotherhood." He had been the very first to make that climb and speak the Oath of Warriors. Had his name fallen from memory so quickly, or would this boy recognize his kinsman, the grand uncle he had never known and yet had fought beside his parents and their parents, back to the fist King.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 3:09 pm

OOC -T_T

If I can live through this, I can do anything

As the glowing figure stopped and turned, body shifting and growing into a giant that towered above the boy, Cedric's mind thought as his golden eyes laid upon a shining sun on the spiritual man's chest. A sun, like the one Naya always mentioned in youth, a sun man who came to look after her. For a while, Cedric passed it off as Naya's imaginary friend, a figment of youthful mind. Or perhaps even as Fenris, their sun god. It never crossed the Stryder to think this sun man was real... or real enough to be seen by the eye.

As partly transparent wisps of hair picked up on the gentle wind, a pair of mismatched, glowing eyes looked down to Cedric with recognition and solemnness. Cedric still didn't know this figure before him other than the nickname picked up by his milk sister, and yet there was something so... familiar about the face. Perhaps it was the image that made the boy stand there in awe, not just the sheer size of the faded individual. From the mark of the sun to the glint of purple shimmering off two necklaces hanging purposely around the man's neck, to the furred cloak resting across his broad shoulders. He looked like an image of Casa, if as if someone asked for the whole pack to be summed up into one being and discovered this giant as a result.

Then he spoke, a voice that felt present but didn't carry on the breeze like any other would. The man spoke the boy's name first, and then his own. Lorenzo Knight, a name that snapped in Cedric's mind immediately, his lessons from Aunt Jace ringing true. Cedric's distant uncle, a Knight of Casa and one that had stood proudly for the pack for many years way before the young boy's first steps in the land of warriors. "You are... Uncle Lorenzo, I know you from what Jace told me, what my father told me." Cedric announced, before his frozen face of surprise finally thawed into a deep frown. "But... you are gone. They said you had died, you had left. How are you here?" The boy asked, then a hopeful thought flickered in Cedric's mind like candlelight in the dark. "Is my mother around? If you can be here, surely she can as well?"


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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 4:09 pm

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Having heard that the males youngest brother hadn't been wearing his bandages to allow his set of scars to properly heal, the earthen grey Knight found himself feeling a bit like how own mother, angry, but in a protective sense that he could not explain. It was almost odd to the now grown Knight that he had inherited these sort of paternal feelings that were so like his mother, about the set of pups that had taken her life from him, and for the longest time he hadn't wanted to meet the whelps for fear that he would become angry, for fear that he would blame them to their faces, that they caused Lyris' death and that because of them she was never coming back... But when he did meet them, all that melted away. These weren't the two lives that had taken his mother from him, no, they were the two lives that his mother had so lovingly sacrificed her own to bring into the world, and he could feel that upon meeting them, especially Cedric, who was the spitting image of Lyris. He recalled how he had inexplicably teared up at the first sight of them, how he had felt love for his young siblings before which he had felt nothing but contempt.

The Knight boy had come into possession of many scars in his short time on this planet, he had been attacked by a member of his own pack, he had fought with a rapist to drag him back to trial, these were all newer, more fresh, yet for some reason the grey furred Cavalier felt an ache within the twisted lines of his oldest scars. Being a healer himself, and knowing the importance of allowing wounds to heal properly with time and care, the earthy dull coated Knight set out to find his brother, an authoritative air around him as he followed the Stryder's scent to where he eventually found the boy standing.

Remus approached Cedric, his tail held aloft and his ears forward as he went. "There you are, you... Who are you... Talking to...?" The male had started to speak but the sight of his brother standing there looking at the air and speaking halted him, the male felt a pang again in the scar he had received in the moment Lorenzo had rescued him from the wild cat that had attacked him when he was just a pup, and then he heard his brother speak the name, "Uncle Lorenzo", he said to the air, and the male's eyes widened and his brows furrowed, heart hammering in his chest as the wolf unconsciously gripped the fur by his scar and his ears and tail lowered. "What did you say...?" He asked, approaching Cedric then as he looked into the air where his brother stared, and for a moment, he thought he saw something, but it couldn't be, he thought as wetness ran down from his golden eyes without the Knight's consent.
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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 6:26 pm

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Another Knight-son came forth and Lorenzo's non-existent heart would burst with its fullness. He looked for the others, for the family he had devoted his life to protect. If he had not fallen into illness then it would have been likely that he gave his life for them too against some foe or calamity. The crooked, once-broken tail waved in the air, stirring up dust where there was no breeze.

A ghost he might be but a man he still was, a man who loved with all the fervency he had in life. It was natural for him to bend his great knees and cause a cloud of dust to shift as they hit the ground, now on eye level with the young boys, and to reach out for his grand-nephews to pull them close and only for the spirit-ness of him to pass straight through Remus' arms. It was not a surprise and yet he was filled with a baseless, distraught longing, they were all forever beyond his reach until the time when it came for them to walk in the spirit world with him.

"Ah'm here at tha will o' Fenris. Ah don't know why ah was sent back." Lorenzo's huge, scared ears pulled back though, and he shook his head sadly,

"Yer Ma is gone, to tha stars with tha' other Knights." The guilt suffocated him sometimes when he let it overtake him, he had not been strong enough to force the Stryder woman back to her body.

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POSTED: Fri Jul 20, 2018 6:40 pm

OOC -T_T

If I can live through this, I can do anything

That hopeful spark soon bloomed into a dozen more, as Cedric's hammering heart and damp eyes told how much he sorely wanted to see his mother, to an extent the boy himself didn't even realise. He missed her, in a way only a son could for a mother he never knew, and yet respected above all else. He missed the memories others told him of, the deeds he never got to witness his mother do, the mothering voice he never got to hear. As much as it brought surprise and joy to see the spirit of Lorenzo, one of the Knights Cedric saw as his idol, one the young Stryder claimed he wanted to be like one day, it did nothing to soothe the desperate need to see the one who brought him into this world.

Engrossed in seeing the supernatural being before him, Cedric didn't even notice Remus approaching before his older brother was upon him, about to give the younger brother an earful before being struck by Cedric's words. So Remus couldn't see what Cedric could, that would mean more to Cedric if he wasn't clinging intensely onto his question, waiting for the behemoth- now knelt before the youngsters- to answer.

But the answer only snuffed out the boy's hope, and his expression dropped as heavily as his heart did to hear Lorenzo's answer. "But... that's not fair." Cedric mumbled in response, a frown furling across his face. "The stars? What is that even supposed to mean, if you can be here, why can't she?" The child's voice snapped in a way it hadn't done before, Cedric had never been one speak with aggression. "All I've wanted... was to see her. See my mother's face, hear her voice. And yet Fenris sends you instead, it's not fair."


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POSTED: Fri Aug 03, 2018 1:18 am

The dust brown Knight stood there beside his young brother. He was the very spitting image of his mother, but with eyes more like their father's, and his own. The dark furred Knight felt the sting of tears pooling in his eyes at the mention of their great uncle, the one that Cedric had undoubtedly never known, and yet the boy seemingly ignored Remus and continued to focus on the empty space just beside them. Remus was not one for tears, he'd shed them on the night of Lorenzo's death, and once more as he watched their mothers body burn when Cedric and Nora were mere days old, so the fact that he cried now was inexplicable to the young man, as though the memory of that night had left something deep seeded and unhealed within his soul.

Remus' heart nearly seized up as he thought that he could hear his uncles voice in his head, the dust kicked up around them despite the fact that there was no breeze, and the wolf somehow felt cold in the blazing summer sun, his fur bristling in reaction to nothing at all, and his pupils dilating in what might have been fear or grief or excitement. But none of it was making sense to the young man. Lorenzo was dead, Remus had watched him die, watched the light leave his massive broken body as his sister clung to him and others mourned around him. Lorenzo had taught Remus about the weight and the finality of death, through his own, but he was gone, he just had to be gone, because it didn't make sense that Cedric would be able to see him and Remus couldn't, it didn't make sense that his uncle was here when he was dead.

The next words to leave the mouth of his younger brother brought a sort of unhinged rage into the heart of the older male, his fur bristling and pupils contracting to mere pin pricks as he heard those words. "Not fair?! Lorenzo is dead! Mom is dead! I saw their bodies Cedric! I don't know what you're on about, but death isn't something that can be undone." He nearly shouted at the boy, sorry for his harsh words even before they left his maw, and his face wrinkled in pain and anger before the male walked away, a chill creeping through him as he moved past the place his brother had been looking, needing to get away from there. He missed them dearly.
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POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2018 1:43 pm

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That star-bright hope that flared in Cedric's eyes only heaped more guilt upon Lorenzo's heavy soul. He carried his burdens heavily, great boulders upon his shoulders that weighted greatly down his spirits.

Cedric could not have done more to hurt Lorenzo if he had truly tried. The ghost's body snapped to tension, his head rearing back at the vitriolic aggression of the young boy. Dusty ears pulled back and yet before he could respond Remus' fragile grasping belief curled like smoke and died and the grown boy stalked away with angry words passing right through his uncle.

"If life were fair, boy. Then ah would've died in tha throes of battle or in mah bed as ah'n old man. Naht fram disease."

The Knight's ghost stood, towering again so tall and turned away. The smokey cloud of him collapsed down; a magnificent cloak fading to nothing and the beast padded away steps as a secui once again before fading completely from view.

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