[m] beneath a canopy of unbent sky

POSTED: Thu Mar 14, 2019 11:55 am

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She went far.

Symre wasn't sure what it was about the wandering itch that goaded her into abandoning Salsolas territory so often. There was something achingly wonderful about the freedoms that came with not being watched or weighed down with expectation. She felt light astride her borrowed horse. She felt good.

She had spent the morning trailing lazily after a path the Erilaz had left through the deepening forests that surrounded her thorny Kingdom. He refused to be found, as was his way - and so she had taken one of the communal horses to gallop off into the unknown. They ran through hallowed valleys and brackish water - and in some places there was more green roaring to reclaim the frost and snow.

She rose until her thighs aged from the effort and she was forced to drop from the animals back with a baleful sigh. As a woman who trained in nothing but sought to learn so much, she was not disciplined enough for lessons. She drank deeply of a water skin that was looped around the horses saddle, and padded off to survey the territory they had stopped in.

The kingdom lay so far behind them that it was little but a careful thought - a pinprick of worry in the back of her mind.

She felt consumed with unburnt energy. The maroon in her eyes sharpened as her nails dug into her forearms, and with a willful snap of her teeth she turned back to her horse.

That was until she saw the body.

The scent rose like a fog from the forest floor, dank and heavy as if with rain - but there it was, a coiled mutt of a creature that bade her hold her breath.

Symre padded closer, the long cloak over her shoulders barely brushing the ground as she moved - cocking her head curiously.

"What happened to you?"

The horse made a rumbling nervous sound and swatted its tail as if prepared to run.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 23, 2019 10:20 pm

He remembered what his father had told him about the stony landbridge: it was not a suitable passage for the hooves of mounts or the wooden wheels of wagons. So he left his loyal old ox behind near Mistfell Vale, where his cousin, Elle, promised to watch him, and then he set out on his own. He kept the sun at his crown, or on either side of his body, but never ahead and never behind, and he moved with his nose pointed south. In one hand was a crooked branch that he used as a staff and in his heart was a sense of stalwart determination.

The longest Percival had ever traveled on his own had been to Amherst, and even then he hadn't been entirely alone. Pim had been with him then and, though the ox couldn't compare to the company a Luperci might offer (for better or worse), he had been a welcome presence. But crossing the landbridge was something that Percy had always wanted to accomplish, ever since he had first heard his father, then a prominent figure in a doomed pack, talk of its mysterious appearance, and its treacherous passage meant it was something he would have to undertake without his trusty companion.

Looking back on the experience now, Percival was disappointed. In his mind, bolstered by mysticism and wonder, the landbridge had held near-magical qualities, as though a bright and beautiful new world would spread out before him the moment he set foot upon its uneven surface. But all it was was a stony path through a body of salty water.

It was just another reminder that youth was filled with illusions, and Percival was quickly growing disenchanted.

The tide rushed in shortly after he crossed, trapping him on the peninsula and encouraging him to explore. Once upon a time, in a place that was dead and gone now, Exploration had been a path he could have chosen once he made it into the adult ranks. Would he have taken that path?

"What happened to you?"

Percival abandoned his thoughts and lifted his head sharply, his ears flopping softly against his head when he twisted to find the source of the voice. "Nothing," he answered automatically, inwardly berating himself for his quick response. A horse blew a nervous breath from between its thick lips and Percival spotted the movement of its snapping tail. Then, shifting his eyes away from the animal, the boy saw the dark woman there against the still, late-winter forest.

Glancing quickly about himself, nutmeg eyes searching for evidence of others, Percival looked at the woman again and stepped nearer. "What are you looking at?" he asked neutrally, wishing that he still had his own cloak about his own shoulders.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 02, 2019 2:03 pm

The tiny crumpled thing filled Symres mouth with a bitter taste that stung the back of her tongue. There was something deep and dark about the twist of its broken teeth – an unseeing face turned inward as if to whisper secrets into the hollows of its chest. She could imagine what its creaking ribs looked like beneath the patches of worn fabric that stretched across its body. Theodora had said that she mourned all dead things – relics of human’s past and members of their own kind.

Symre stood with her arms crossed before her and willed herself to feel something other than the strange sense of contempt that bit at her gut like sharpened teeth.

She felt nothing deep down that asked for her to pray or cover the creature from the elements to ensure safe passage to the afterlife. Salsola burned their dead when they could, lighting bodies on fire with bright embers that caught at flesh like moths to wool, nibbling away at the pieces that would soon give way to swirling smoke. She wondered if it was this process that sometimes gave way to the ghosts her mother had sometimes told stories about.

”Nothing.” The voice surprised her enough that she gave a doggish whuff through her lips, the fur along her shoulders standing on end as she spun to see who had crept up onto the scene. Her tail lashed petulantly behind her, and she flared her nostrils wide – taking in the briney scent of the sea and the wilds that were pressed into his fur. He was a tall doggish man with a bearded face that twitched on the breeze, a dark mask of wiry fur smoothed between his eyes and upon the crest of his brow.

She opened her mouth as if to speak but struggled for words – a strange thing for Symre Rask.

She hugged her elbows tighter and gestured with her head, a sharp movement that had her revealing her teeth.

”There’s a body down there.”

omg the little cow in his signature I CAN'T

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POSTED: Wed Apr 17, 2019 6:37 pm

A familiar sound – uneasily familiar and decidedly canine – drew his eyes pointedly at the dark woman who stood there among the skeletal trees and the twisted brush and the aged snow. After taking stock of the situation around them and deeming it satisfactorily safe, the young Parhelion urged himself to move toward her in spite of the way her umber fur stood on end.

She was tall – taller than he was – and with more weight on her side than he had, though not in a way that suggested overindulgence. From what he could see and smell in the brief moment he had spent with her already, Percival thought her healthy and privileged. And, though he ate well enough and kept his body strong, he felt a twinge of jealousy at the mere idea this woman might be better cared for than he and his family were.

Breathing in deeply, the mustachioed wolfdog remembered his lessons from Betsy and detached himself from his unsavory thoughts as he waited for the young woman to respond. She opened her mouth but no words were said and Percy felt his brows hover more deeply over his nutmeg eyes, watching as she hugged her elbows against her body and then gestured away from her with a toothy display.

Percival followed the direction of her nose innately, his eyes finding the body as her voice cut through the silence that had grown stale between them. Marginally, the youth's bottom jaw drooped. After looking the corpse over, and feeling relief he didn't recognize it, Percy glanced at the woman again. "Is— Do you know..." He breathed out. "It's not someone ya know, is it?" he asked at last, his tail hanging at his hocks sadly.

While he waited for her response, the wolfdog turned his head to stare at the body again while he tried to remember the rites and the customs he had learned for the dead.

OOC: Thank you! <3 I spent a stupid amount of time on it. xD

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