in my bones there's dignity

POSTED: Tue Feb 05, 2019 1:06 am

Tonnerre followed after his master with his head hung low between his shoulders, his snorting breath catching at the wisps of Brocades hair that had sprung free from his bun. They trailed lazily through the snow, ears twitching as one by one the birds hidden in the trees grew silent as they passed below. It was a warning that something fearsome was coming, and the only noise that marked their passing was the low bellow Tonnerre offered as Brocade tugged him in a new direction.

By the time they reached an appropriate place to rest both man and rider were dotted with snow. Frost gathered in Brocades greying whiskers and they twitched as they came upon the frozen lake. It lay like an untouched pane of glass, flecked with glittering silver – and as Brocade unclipped his horse and folded the animals reigns in his hands he took a moment to assess their new surroundings.

The lake stared silently back at him like an unblinking eye. Tonnerre began to paw at the heaps of snow with his feathered feet as Brocade began to make their camp.

It was a short process as they travelled with little. The saddle bags strewn across his horses flanks were filled with a small assortment of new weapons: a set of daggers and newly fletched arrows. It was a long process to initiate trade in the height of winter, but Brocade had managed to find a traveler outside of Searsport – eager to trade for the warming drink brought back from Sapient.

He made no fire, and instead leaned into the shelter of a copse of trees that had been pushed together by the wind.

He lit a cigarette behind the shield of his scarred hands and surveyed the peaceful scene with a cocked brow.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:35 pm

Snatching this! <3 [000]


Saut wasn’t at all sure what to do with himself now that he was here and Inferni was not. Lately he had begun to dream about Sonnerie – flashes of well-trod dust, a storyteller’s voice curling up with fire smoke, soft murmurs in a sleepy tangle of limbs. These were home. But this land was home, too. He felt it through his paws, and in the relieved pang that hit his chest every time he remembered he’d seen his “aunt” Vesper and the dog, Clover, alive and happy to see him, just weeks ago. Content for the moment to stay, Saut had nonetheless packed up his camp and was now wandering the area, conflicted. Waiting for a sign, perhaps.

Lark seemed pleased to be on the move again. Saut was allowing the mare to take her own pace while he stared sleepily beyond the young stand of hemlocks through which she meandered. He blinked every so often to clear snowflakes off his lashes, but otherwise he rocked with Lark’s gait, lost in thought.

Somewhere nearby a great horned owl called out to its partner, bringing the coymongrel out of his reverie. A moment later Saut recognized a horse’s rumble in the other direction. Curious, he gave Lark a gentle kick and turned her towards the sound. She was also alert to it, and willingly picked her way down a slope, sending stones and small clumps of snow clattering down as she did so. Some of them rolled onto what Saut could now see was a frozen pond or lake. He pulled on the reins when they reached the shore, looking out at the stillness.

Lark’s focus was to their right, down the bank and slightly into the trees. In the dusky light Saut could just make out movement, and there was cigarette smoke on the breeze. Hopeful as ever that this was a stray ex-Infernian, he directed Lark to approach.

POSTED: Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:43 pm

To many within The Kingdom the war had brought with it a strong dislike of their Coyote brethren. When he closed his eyes sometimes, he could see the battlefield and hear the yapping cries that had dissipated with the smoke of their burning mansion. Elphaba had stood like a prophet, her hands held out to the tongues of flames that had lapped at the sagging porch – and Brocade had followed after her, pulling her from her spell and back to the safety of their Kingdom.

The smoke billowed from between his teeth as the breeze shifted about them, tugging leaves and rattling together like the tingling sound of chimes. He rubbed his shoulders against the rough bark, watching the way the snow billowed across the frozen lake like sand from a desert dune. Tonnerre dropped his head to lip at the snow banks curiously, his velvety lips nipping at the flakes of snow that coated twigs and long dead grasses. Brocade patted the animal’s thick neck, taking the cigarette from his lips to flick ashes into the snow.

The horses sudden interest in a far off sound had the man stiffening, placing the cigarette between his teeth as he leaned out of the sheltering trees.

The Coyote sat atop his slow-moving horse, his red smudged nose standing out from his coat of monochromatic grays and a dark sheet of grey that began between his ears and trailed over the rest of him. His eyes were bright like coins – and Brocade clicked his teeth, ignoring the warning rumble of his horse as he stepped out into the snow. It was obvious even from this distance that Brocade was entirely wolf, his thick muzzle wrinkled as he inhaled the crisp air sharply.

”Greetings Traveller,” He bowed his head, allowing his hand to rest on the hilt of his dagger, as smoke trailed before his face.

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you forget I have a gypsy heart
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