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POSTED: Wed Jun 26, 2019 11:43 am


It was hard to find time alone anymore, after her run-in at the bar. Tamlin was especially keen on escorting Fennore as she traveled from the camp, but she argued quite vehemently that he wasn't going to rob her of her independence; usually he wouldn't say anything then, but his green eyes would meekly drop to her scarred hands as if to accentuate his point. And sometimes that sort of tactic worked, and she would give into his worries; other times, like today, she was too dead-set and stubborn to let Tamlin decided her life for her.

Not that this was his intention at all, but Fennore felt his fears were stifling at times.

She also wasn't completely alone, either; her gray shadow was riding shotgun in her messenger bag as they explored the decaying stone fortress, and Macha was quite impressed with the fort as she was with all things. "Fen, look," she would say as they passed by a particularly uninteresting remnant of a wall, and her small jellybean paws would swipe at the structure incessantly until her owner raised the bag near it to let her feel.

"Oh yes, Macha. I know how you are a lover of simple things." Her eyes rolled, but the feline seemed quite taken by this "compliment" and rubbed her head against the she-wolf's cloaked side affectionately. It earned a sigh from the ivory woman, but she tapped the creature's pink nose lightly all the same.

Fennore continued strolling alongside the wall, her own bandaged fingers running listlessly across the smooth surface. It was pleasantly warmed from the sun, and briefly she wondered the history of this place. Surely these were human constructions, but they were quite a bit less — Polished? Modern? — than, say, Amherst or the like. Was this a relic?

Macha's mewing broke her concentration as she eagerly writhed in the bag, saying what few phrases in broken High Speech she knew in an effort to convey some semblance of conscious thought to the wolfess; Fennore, having grown used to the kitten's incoherent string of words, lifted the cat out of her leathery confines and placed her on the ground. She sniffed at it for a moment, looked back at Fennore with huge eyes, then immediately rolled over onto her back and lay against the wall.

Another deep exhale. "You're an enigma."

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Coaxoch had decided that he needed a bit of a break from the packlands, and this had caused him to leave the pack in the middle of the day. He was not without a bath of lavender and ash to cover his scent of Salsola, and not without tacking up Nightmare for his first trip outside of Salsola. The temperamental young stallion had been very receptive to his riding and war horse training, and had taken on a pretty serious mentality as time went on. This was a good change within the nippy, aggressive young stallion that he had been in his younger days, and Coaxoch had commended the horse for growing up so nicely.

Coaxoch had other things in his life that were stressing him out, and for awhile, he did not have that. The Inquisition had been over, for the most part, and Coaxoch's life was settling again before his son and daughter had decided to do their Cueponis. This meant that soon, they would be leaving the nest, and Coaxoch did not know if he was completely ready for that. They were his children, and they were seemingly too pure of heart for Salsola, whereas he, his father, and his siblings were all just dark-hearted enough to get by. Coaxoch didn't even really truly believe that Sebastien belonged within Salsola either, but the fact of the matter with Sebastien was that Salsola was the only "safe" place for the male. Krokar had not protected the male from being kidnapped and tortured, and Krokar had not even bothered to send someone to find Sebastien when he randomly disappeared. While Salsola had members that departed a lot of the time, disappearing without a trace, he felt as if they had always been protected, and if someone like Sebastien up and went missing, he was positive that at least someone in his immediate family would send a search out for him.

Coaxoch would be more heartbroken if Eden and Evelyn left Salsola all together, but he also did know that they both were in for a rough adulthood, where they had to get used to the fact that not everyone in The Family was out to be their ally, and that keeping to yourself is sometimes the best choice.

Coaxoch had rode quite a bit out, with his large clay mask mounted with his fur cloak that clung to his form in the awkward way it did (because of his arm) and his spear mounted on his back. He knew he did not need his spear at the time, so he used his only arm to hold the reigns and direct his stallion to where he wanted to go, as Nightmare knew not the lands he traversed now, and needed the extra guidance. Somewhere behind him, he knew his cat, Ixion, had followed. They moved through Amhurst leaving the cusp of Salsola easily, and moved on through to Fort Cumberland where he had found scents of other wolves that were close by, none the less.

Coaxoch suddenly found himself and his horse in front of a woman and her cat. Coax pulled his reigns to stop the horse, and he lingered there a moment, with his bright eyes of blue on the pale woman with fiery red hair. He twitched his large ears and tilted his head lightly as if to say "who are you" without saying a word. Coaxoch wondered where she had come from, and his eyes held the questioning glare to them.

Coaxoch made no motion to remove his mask, nor did he speak.

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Curiously, a waft of lavender and fire passed by her pink nose; it almost reminded her of Athras, how his fur had retained the soot from the flames that befell Caledonia. But she knew this was certainly not the druid. Afar, she saw an... odd sight; a horse was clopping towards them with a strange figure astride him. Cloaked and masked, he seemed like a villain straight out of a novel, larger than life. It put her on edge just slightly, especially from how perfumed his real scent was, and she wondered the reason. Yet these misgivings were absent from her own stoic mask, and she met his icy eyes with calm amethyst ones.

Below, Macha's head shot up, and she gave a small questioning mew at the newcomers. But the Moonwraith ignored her, instead just nudging her slightly with her foot to quiet her.

Fennore's paw fell back to her side, and she turned to face the man, scanning him wordlessly. Surely with this get-up he could be perceived as a threat, yet he made no moves to do any wrong. Was it some sort of religious thing, then? Or just to scare away loners he didn't want to speak to? Whatever the case, a white hand planted on her hip, and she cleared her throat. There was an unspoken query he presented, but she sought to circumvent it for just a moment.

"Why do you wear a mask, stranger?"

Even before asking his business or his name, this seemed a pertinent question. Her head cocked to the side, and she was equally interested and distantly polite. "Have you something to hide, or do you just like appearing as some sort of spectre?" Malice was largely absent from her voice; instead, it was low, even, and curious.

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His first thought of her was that she was lucky that it was not a blood moon tonight, else he would have to capture her to send her to the Gods' realm. Her eyes were a bright violet that reminded him much of the lavender flecks within his and his father's own eyes, and for a moment, he thought about whom this woman might be, and where she might have come from. He silently looked over her though, assessing her silently, in which he found that she was much shorter than she was, but she smelt of wolf blood. Coaxoch made a motion and swung his leg over to the other side and slid off of Nightmare's back. He stood over a foot larger than her, and once he stood to his full height, he huffed lightly and looked down to her still. He did not move towards her, rather, he knew better than to take a loner woman lightly. Generally, women whom stayed alone were either fighters, or they had others that would miss them, and hunt whomever had taken their woman.

Needless to say, Coaxoch was also not interested in taking this woman anywhere. He didn't know why he even stopped when he saw her, really. All he knew was that he stopped, and that she was an interesting enigma. He wondered if the Gods were behind this meeting, and he wondered their purpose for him meeting such a woman.

She asked him of why he had a mask, and Coaxoch was not inclined to answer really. He simply stared at her for a bit more time as he stood there, and he leaned lightly on his horse's side. She asked him more questions, in a curious tone and asked if he had something to hide, or if he was simply appearing as a spectre. He slowly nodded his head then, and opened his maw to speak. "I find that others do not bother a man who looks like a wendigo." he spoke, his tone even and low, as if he had not talked in ages, almost, even though he did talk regularly. He still looked to her and he twitched his mottled nose towards her to take in her scent. She smelt of a group of others, on top of the scent of spring, and spices.

Coaxoch took his hand and pushed his mask from his face, and his hair fell down to frame his face. He shook his head lightly to get his hair to rest in it's normal way and then looked back at her and let a small smile grace his lips. "You are part of a pack? I was unaware that there was a pack in the area." he asked her, not knowing what pack was nearby, as he had heard that some packs have been disbanded but not of which others were starting to pop up. He had not met others outside of his pack in some time, and he was curious to know more about her pack, or group. "What is your pack called?" he asked, failing to introduce himself.

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POSTED: Wed Jul 03, 2019 10:00 pm


The masked stranger was beginning to intrigue Fennore, even as stilted and analytical as his actions were.

It wasn't often the wolfess was the receiver of such scrutiny; as easily as she dished it out, the careful probing gaze of this man bewildered her, as if he were trying to decipher a puzzle. Even from behind his veil she could meet his piercing blue eyes evenly, but despite his silent examination she could see no perceivable ill-intent within them.

He dismounted, stepping to tower over her and peer down with his covered face. Her white fur stood on edge then, but the stoicism did not fade; instead, she looked back at him just as steadily, if not a tad indignantly. Was he trying to intimidate her? Even if he was she made no attempt to shrink away; as the silence settled tensely between them, the woman remained planted in her place, as did he.

Macha, seemingly understanding it was not a time to bother her master anymore, was eerily quiet.

Her question appeared ignored, as the cream-pelted man still left her unanswered, but finally he spoke with an ancient tone. The cryptid he mentioned was new to her pale ears, but nonetheless she returned his nod, a hint of amusement in her own voice as she responded, "I am not like most others." Her swelled ego shone through just slightly with this phrase, but even her raised pitch did not cause her facade to sway under his hardened gaze.

Finally he decided to reveal himself, and she was quite pleased he had; underneath the clay and antlers was a handsome face, the baby blue eyes fitting nicely with the rest of him. His smile was a surprise, and he spoke with serviceable pleasantness, she supposed. "It is not necessarily a pack, yet," she clarified, shifting slightly on her toes. "Perhaps one day, but not now. We are called New Caledonia, but we are to the west of here. I simply roam for pleasure today." A beat. "What of your pack?"

She sensed no threat here. He appeared a traveler just as she was, despite his odd quirks. "I am Fennore," she greeted politely, dipping her muzzle as she did so. "And who are you?" For a moment she considered calling him a wendigo as he sought to appear as, but on second thought she found it a bit rude.

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Coaxoch was not there to intimidate her, no, for he was sure that she was resourceful enough to likely harm him, if he was not careful. Coax did not make a motion to remove his spear from his back, but he knew that he would not need it, and there he left it. He did not want to frighten her, to make her feel off put by him, but he could understand that his silence might have been taken as a threat. He did stand there as relaxed as he could be without showing off he fact that he only had one arm. When she had spoken with confidence, he chuckled lightly. "I could say that neither am I, in such a case." he retorted with a smug smile passing his lips as he leaned on Nightmare's side and the horse fidgeted a bit. Coaxoch still made no effort to move towards her though, for he knew his place and he did not want to make her uncomfortable, or really be uncomfortable himself.

She told him about her group, called New Caledonia and what she was doing out this far from her group. He nodded his head and leaned forward a bit as if interested, and his eyes even seemed to light up a bit at the prospect of learning more about her group. "Oh, you and your friends are forming a pack then! Please, tell me more about them!" the man spoke, as if he was interested in becoming part of her group, even though he was solely loyal to Salsola, and he would never leave it, no matter what. He had sworn an oath, and there was no way he would break that, not until the end of his days.

She asked him of his own pack, and he immediately shook his head. "I don't have a pack. I do have a son and daughter, but my mate passed away giving birth to them, unfortunately, so it's just me and them, really... I haven't really thought much about joining a pack, least, the ones around this area have weird rumors that I'm not particularly interested in finding out if they are true or not." he told her with a chuckle, specifically speaking of Salsolan rumors that they all liked to tell Outsiders. Coaxoch easily lied about his status within a pack, even though he was obviously well fed for a loner. He only hoped that she would not notice this, or just think that he had a lucky spring and summer to put on the weight that he had. He shrugged lightly. "I grew up a loner, so this life is kinda easy for me. I do think that a pack might be a good idea down the line though." he spoke with a nod of his head to her.

She did introduce herself amongst her other questions, and he smiled brightly to her. "My name is Noct. It's a pleasure to meet you, Fennore." he told the lie so easily that it might as well have been the truth. He had rehearsed this fake name ever since he was little, and it was almost as easy for him to introduce himself as such as it was to introduce himself as Coaxoch. He also knew to respond to the name just as easily too, for this was what he was trained to do, as most Salsolan children had been taught and trained before him.

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It was quite interesting, really; once he got to talking, he had loads to say, it just took that initial nudge for him to spill. But Fennore could work with all sorts of people, and the wendigo man would prove no exception to this. Even his nimble reply had her hiding her own grin, and her violet irises flicked back to his horse briefly, the animal causing her to yearn for Tamlin's own mare. Lirael was such a docile, useful creature; even though the Moonwraith had little experience still with horseback-riding, she still enjoyed the rush and the excitement it brought. Though this man's horse seemed much bigger than the buckskin; it seemed more like a horse built for heavy labor or war.

He loosened up, and Fennore did the same; her cheeky stance toned down somewhat, and her shoulders squared off again, her jutted hip and arm returning to her sides as she listened to him gush over her group. He seemed quite interested in it, actually, and the she-wolf saw no reason to hide information from him if he were a lonely, weary traveler.

"Many of the members are refugees of the old Kingdom of Caledonia," she explained succinctly, reaching down to pick up the gray kitten and gently place her in her messenger bag once more, giving Macha a long-awaited head scratch as she did so. The cat mewed contently, and she curled into the bag soon after, forfeiting her curiosity of this newcomer in lieu of a coveted nap. "Others like myself are just in search of a place to call home. But the King is benevolent and he wishes to rebuild, which I have no qualms with assisting in."

He was a loner, though she found it odd that he didn't travel with his children. Although, this was the same man that rode astride his horse with a queer mask, so perhaps it was not so far-fetched that he meandered around without his children. He didn't seem especially old, either, nor exceedingly worn or starving; perhaps he... just fared well? She guessed it didn't especially matter.

"Weird rumors?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't heard anything myself, though I do know of a pack nearby that is not especially friendly to loners."

His smile was wide, friendly, unassuming. There was movement at her side, Macha yawning and wriggling around in the bag as she adjusted herself in her slumber, and Fennore moved to shift the bag slightly and make it more comfortable for the kitten. "The pleasure is all mine, Noct." She brushed her fiery locks behind her bejeweled ears.

"What fascinates you about this wendigo?" she asked. "Why hide your attractive face with a mask of clay?" It wasn't much different from her original question, but the differently oriented phrasing was sure to garner a differently oriented response all the same.

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He would take as much information as he could about the potential pack that would be moving into their neighborhood, perhaps to give Elphaba and O'Riley the heads up before they even knew what was going on outside of their cozy homes within Salsola. It would look good on him to bring this information to them, even if they might ask a bit too much about why he was outside of Salsola in for first place, albeit alone and un-watched. He was sure that Elphaba liked keeping a close eye on him since he had brought home a pregnant woman the last time he had been away for an extended period of time. Coaxoch remained emotionally guarded because of this, for he did not want something like this to happen again, no, he could not afford to raise another pair of bastards. Elphaba would surely condemn him if he even tried to get cheeky with more Outsiders.

"Caledonia, you say? I cannot say that I have heard of it." he told her as he stood there, still with his missing arm facing away from her. Though, it seemed as if she might not have noticed, but this was all the better. He did not need her to pity him, nor did she need to have another identifier of him, in case their paths crossed once more, or she told others about his possibility of joining their kingdom. "So I take it, you are not from the Old Kingdom of Caledonia. Where do you hail from?" he asked her, wondering where she came from as well, and what her motivation is to get involved with a kingdom that she did not come from. Coaxoch found the notion strange, to want to become part of something that sprouts from nothing. Coaxoch had always lived in Salsola, and had no ambition to change his lifestyle for another's dreams and motivations. He did not live to fight the wars of men who are not worthy of fighting for. Salsola had always been more than worthy to fight for, in his eyes. "Where abouts will this...New Caledonia be?I am not trespassing am I?" he asked then, as he cocked his head and put his large ears towards her from their relaxed position that they had been sitting in before.

She asked of the weird rumors he was talking about, and he nodded lightly. "I heard they are a pack of witches, whom eat the flesh of Luperci and capture those who cross within their borders. I also heard that they eradicated that coyote clan, Inferni, that used to be to the Southwest. I think that one is true though, because I have been to their old packlands, and found burnt bodies..." he spoke, and his tone audibly became saddened about the burned bodies that he "found", even though he had been on the frontlines of that battle, and he truly felt no sorrow for them burning as they did. The only sorrow he felt was that Faith had been hurt during the War, and that he had loved someone who was the Enemy.

She then asked him about the Wendigo, and Coaxoch turned his ears back on his head lightly and he turned his eyes away from her lightly. She didn't know about wendigos, which was a good thing, but also somewhat...difficult, as Coaxoch did not feel comfortable talking about the beasts, nor did he really like to think about them. He took their image, only because it was frightening enough for others to leave him alone if they thought that he was one of these supernatural beings. He also found himself in a position where he had to explain why he was hiding his face from the world, and he never really had to explain before. "Wendigos are demon-spirits that are feared by others. I hide my face, because it makes it easier to travel without having others bother me. Thieves also think twice when they see something that looks odd like that, so it makes things easier for me, being a loner and all. " he spoke to her, failing to really tell her what wendigos were besides explaining that they were frightening beings. He shrugged lightly and brought his one arm up and put his palm upwards towards the sky. It might have been obvious then that he didn't have a second arm then, but he tried to not make it too obvious.

"I have a cat too, somewhere around here. " he mentioned as he thought about her cat that was settling in her bag. "He's a lot...bigger than your cat though, haha." he spoke as he took his hand and ran it through his bangs, pushing them back on his head for a moment, once he continued running his hand back through his hair, his bangs fell back in their place. He mostly was trying to change the subject from the demon-spirits, as he did not want her to think that he, too, was a witch, for she might connect some dots and that was the last thing he needed from her. He did not want her to find out that he was from Salsola.

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She rolled her shoulders in response to his question, idly running her fingers across the cat's back in her bag as she answered. "I had not heard of Caledonia either, not until I ran into a scout from their kingdom." Where would fate have led her had she not met Tamlin in the flowering fields of Gaspesia? Fennore had not ever really considered this outcome, instead having blindly followed her heart and sense of adventure when she agreed to accompany him back to his fallen kingdom's meager camp. Perhaps by now she would have been dead, as careless as she had been when visiting Amherst and Biff's. Or maybe she would have been whisked up in some other pack of the land; it was hard to say, but the wolfess took comfort in knowing she much preferred the path she had chosen. Life away from her new family of refugees, of foreigners, of friends — it seemed an undesirable circumstance.

"I hail from the west, a nondescript land far, far from here." There wasn't much to say of the land so much as there was to say about her fanatical clan; but as eager as she was to gush about Caledonia, this same excitement was lacking in conversing about her past. She was often tight-lipped around the subject, even with her most trusted confidant and friend, but it would do little to propel their conversation forward, anyway. "You are a traveler, Noct. Where do you hail from?" It was natural to turn the query back to him.

He was rather interested in New Caledonia, it seemed. Did he seek to venture there and learn more? "West of here is a mountain range, Mount Oromocto. Currently we have made camp at the base of this mountain, although I am sure our growing group will relocate to more... suitable lands in the future."

Her brow arched further at his words of the mysterious pack, but his claims were unfamiliar and perhaps far-fetched all the same. "They sound as though they are a pack of savages, if the rumors are true," she murmured pensively, considering his words with a grain of salt. But she could not discredit him if he had truly seen charred corpses, as unpleasant and horrid a situation that sounded.

Noct's response seemed to dance around the real question, but she gave him a small nod nevertheless; it was an odd fixture, his mask. She could see herself being thoroughly unnerved by him if she had encountered the man late at night in the pale moonlight, and it certainly could ward away the more lily-livered of strangers. "Perhaps I should construct a mask to scare away the more persistent men," she said with a bit of amusement. "It is difficult living as a pretty lady peacefully in these lands, unfortunately." Had she had worn Noct's mask when she encountered the drunkard moons ago, maybe it would have worked as it was intended to.

Fennore glanced briefly at her companion in the bag, teasing a finger down to the kitten who was tempted out of her nap to swipe at the pale appendage. "Macha is still rather young, I think," she responded airily. "She will grow. Unless your cat is more akin to a mountain lion." Could Luperci tame such beasts? She supposed it was possible. But he might also have been exaggerating.

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She mentioned not knowing of the kingdom before she had run into a scout. It was interesting that she would say that, as it would seem that she too, would be the reason that he knew of the kingdom, rather than him just running into the borders as it formed where it had. She was passing along the good fortune it would seem, though, he hoped that it was a good fortune and that his Queen would not try to stomp out this new pack before they existed. While Coaxoch was loyal to none other than Salsola, he knew that not everyone could reside within the walls of Salsola, that not everyone was worthy, and while he had taken in a few of those whom he had deemed worthy, he could not save everyone from the wrath of the Spider Queen. These New Caldonians would do best to make an alliance with Salsola before their conception than to chance it, in his opinion, yet, he would not be the one to pass this warning on, for he did not want them to know of where he came from. "They must have been from far away then," he mentioned as he put his finger on his chin, all using the same hand when he moved, and not so much as twitching his stump underneath his long cloak that hid it from view.

He wondered if she had noticed yet.

She too, admitted that she was not from this area, and that she was from far, far away, in some mysterious land that she did not seem privvy to tell him about. He wondered why. He smiled to her still, though, not wanting to seem rude and he shrugged his shoulders this time. She had a right to not tell him where she was from, just as he had a right to deny her question as she turned it onto him. His half tail flicked back and forth lightly as he quickly thought about where to tell her. "I am from the far North. A small goat farm is where I grew up." the only place he could think about as quickly as he did was Sebastien's home, where Till and Coaxoch had spent many days and nights while they were on their trading expeditions as a young child. He missed those days, but he also loved having Sebastien with him in Salsola. He didn't have to worry about the safety of his friend then, he didn't have to worry about what happened to make him so withdrawn and so dependent on Salsola. Coaxoch did not need to worry, period.

"My father was a sailor, before he settled down with my other up to the North. My father said that I was always like him and had wanderer's blood in me, when I decided to leave the farm. " he spoke as he nodded his head lightly. The lie was so easy for him, as if he had been saying it his whole life, when in all reality, it was Sebastien's story he told. When the woman spoke of the pack being savages, he simply nodded his head and let the subject go. He did not want to elaborate any more on the subject or give away any more information on accident about it. He would rather talk about other things, lie about other things.

She went on to talk about the mask some more, and he chuckled lightly at her joke. It would help keep away some men, though he knew that others would be more attracted by the mysterious woman with a mask, if anything. "I'm not entirely sure the mask works for pretty ladies, or on them either though." the words came from his maw with a natural flair to them, a natural flirtatiousness that was not really normal for him, nor did he seem to really acknowledge that he had said what he did. "At least, in my experience it doesn't seem so." he spoke as he leaned in a bit, and another chuckle came from his maw.

As if he had been summoned on cue, the pale colored Lynx popped up from some bushes and approached Coaxoch's side. He flinched at the sound and his head had whipped around to see the cat coming towards him, and once it had registered who it was, he sighed in relief. "Speak of the devil. This is my cat, Ixion." he spoke as he looked at the cat, whom had a strange contraption wrapped around it's chest, that seemed to help it carry things. "I have had him since your cat's age, I think. Maybe a bit younger. He has been with me almost all of my life." he told her with a smile as he reached down and pet his companion. Ixion truly was his best friend.

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