Far From Home

Joining - p. Saul <3

POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:24 pm

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He had to be close. It had been over a year since he'd been in these lands, but his gut had been leading him, and it had rarely steered him wrong. The moon and stars watched from their silent perches above the earth, stoically lighting his way as he stumbled along. The large luperci moved slowly, his breath coming in controlled gasps as he kept from smashing into the trees that jumped into his path. His left paw-hand clung to his right arm tightly, keeping the limp limb tucked close to his broken ribs. Blood flowed down the arm to leave splashes as vibrant red as his fur against the ground, marking his path clearly to any who might choose to follow. The only thing that kept his feet moving on their chosen path was the certainty that no one WOULD.

Stopping for a moment, Drey blinked as he tried to get his bearings through one half-closed eye. His left one was swollen shut, a shallow but painful gash along his temple narrowly having missed his eyelid. Taking a deep breath, the red male tried to wiggle the fingers of his right hand, wincing as all he succeeded in doing was to send a lightning bolt of pain from his shoulder to his hand. The night wind was his constant companion, and he closed his eye for a moment as it picked up around him. His ears twitched, trying to listen for any sound that might betray a stalking enemy, but there was nothing. Clenching his teeth, he continued slowly to the southwest, wondering how close he would be able to get to Vinátta before his strength gave out.

As it turned out, he wouldn't have to wonder for very long. The answer wouldn't matter, for his legs finally gave out as he caught his foot on a root he should have seen. The large werewolf crashed to the ground, twisting as he fell to take his weight on his left side, sparing his injured right side the full brunt of his fall. He couldn't help a grunt of agony as he hit, and he rolled to his back, trying to catch his breath. The wind picked up again, blowing his scent to the southwest, and he cursed that he could no longer tell where he was. The male shivered as his one open green eye stared up at the full moon, and he fought desperately to hang onto consciousness. His last thought as the gentle blackness took his mind was that his grandfather was right: there had finally come a day where Dreyrugr had bitten off more than he could chew.



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POSTED: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:13 am

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Saul Optime is by Alaine!

The evening wasn't a calm one, but the fact remained that Saul had drawn a bit of a short straw. Never having been one to shirk his duties, the male didn't complain when he'd taken over the patrol of the borders from Axle and Grit this evening. While he hadn't been close to the pair back in Hilsburn, they'd more than contributed to protecting Vinátta's borders. Unlike the pair who had bought sheep to Vinátta, who preferred to guard the livestock and care for the horses almost constantly, the pair who guarded their borders wouldn't have been able to run the loops constantly. As patrolling was a duty taken up by the multitude of Vináttans, Saul found himself spending more time on projects within the borders than actually patrolling them. As four paws thumped easily on the ground, he found he was able to clear his mind, the therapeutic running cathartic to him.

The constant twitch of his nose gave away the awareness he held over his surroundings. He wasn't just running for the sake of it- the now-well-worn path around the territory was constantly renewed with their scents and checking for foreign scents. It was with a strong gust of wind that the tangy scent of blood and a vaguely familiar scent stopped him in his tracks. Turning his head this way and that, he found that he could only just detect it, after the gust of wind had carried the elusive scent away from him. The blood was canine and therefore either belonged to the wolf in question, or another. Still, there was something familiar about the scent that the wind had carried and the male moved with more purpose, away from the borders.

Despite the darkness, wolves were able to see perfectly fine and as such, it wasn't difficult for Saul to find his way. What was far more difficult for the Virding was accepting the sight before him. The luperci was on his back, right arm clutched to his chest. This wasn't the most unbelievable issue, however. It was the recognition in the Virding's eyes that the male lying close to Vinátta's borders was his father. Immediately, his emotions took two sides. The healer in him ordered him to move forward, to check for vital signs and start to assess the damage. The other half of him, and he wasn't entirely sure which one was larger, wanted more than anything to walk away from his father. He couldn't walk away- his will locked him into place. With a snarl of indecision, the male moved forward, hands reaching out to check for a pulse. "Dreyrugr... wake up, you need to stay awake." His words were borne from the healer in him and he tried to assess the damage.


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POSTED: Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:44 pm

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[OOC] OMNOMNOM!

The darkness was so comforting, so warm. It was where the Stormbringer belonged, and he was so tired. It felt so good to slip into sleep. The blackness wrapped around his consciousness like a welcome blanket, washing away the pain and calming his very core. His breath slowed, his heartbeat following, its steady drumbeat growing quieter in his ear. The night wind drifted around him, bringing with it the music of the forest, the night birds and their chorus of whistles and trills. It was beautiful, and never ceased to remind him of the short-lived paradise of his days with Alexey. The darkness that was taking over him was as warm as she was, all-encompassing and full of beauty. As the physical world slipped farther and farther away, Dreyrugr found her voice in his ear. It was so real..."Drey...Drey get up. Come on lazy bum, get your ass out of bed! Drey...?"

"Dreyrugr...wake up, you need to stay awake." Confusion flooded the red male's mind as Alexey's voice changed to a much deeper one, and his ear flicked, trying to pinpoint the reason. Slowly, agonizingly so, Alexey's image faded from his mind. Her beautiful visage was drowned by a sea of pain as the Stormbringer found himself being dragged back to the cold emptiness of reality. He was vaguely aware of a pair of strong hands searching his throat for a pulse, and he swallowed instinctively against the pressure. The motion pulled him away from the darkness as pain overtook his entire right side, and he grunted as he gasped for breath against the onslaught of his severed nerves. He struggled to move, but found himself frozen as his one good eye opened to stare into a younger pair that mirrored the vibrant green of his own.

The older Stormbringer held his breath for a moment, catching it only when another stabbing pang of fiery pain sliced through his ribcage. The pain was matched only by the warring emotions of realizing just who had found him in such a state. "Saul...? I..." It was all he could get out for the moment before he clenched his teeth as he tried to get off his back. His face a mask of pain, he managed to raise himself halfway, leaning to his right as he kept his right arm close to his chest. He propped himself with his good left arm, taking a moment to rest and force the pain down. "I'm...sorry..."



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POSTED: Wed Nov 14, 2012 4:16 pm

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Saul Optime is by Alaine!

No matter his own personal opinion of his father, the healer in him refused to allow the male to die. The pulse was staccato and it worried him. With his hands placed on the males left shoulder as to avoid to mangled right side, he shook the male he should call 'Father'. For a moment, there was no response. He shook a little harder, mindful of the injury and of any further injuries he could not see. He briefly wondered what had happened to the male, how he'd ended up in such a mess and so far from home. His thoughts were interrupted as life stirred in the red wolf and Saul shuffled back, to give him some room. Just for the moment, he was able to shut off, to let his instinct take over and simply treat a patient who was in dire need of help.

It was difficult, however, to keep that side of him hidden when his fathers eye opened, revealing an iris so similar to his own. And just seconds later, his own name, spoken in a voice he hadn't heard in well over a year and a half. Unlike his siblings, Saul hadn't seen his father since they'd gotten separated back when he was about six months old. In a giant effort, the rustic male began to move- painfully slow and in obvious agony. But he raised himself up, supporting himself with his left arm. It confirmed to him that there was less damage here than the right side. Still, his heart thumped heavily in his chest at his fathers stuttered apology. For once in his life, Saul ignored the words.

"How did you come to be in this state? And can you walk? I can support you, but I can't carry you." His tone was business-like, firm and to the point. No matter what he felt about his father, he couldn't leave him here. Standing once more, the Virding looked down at his father, offering his hand to help the male to his feet. He'd be able to help him better back in Jordheim, where he had his instruments. It would also be easier to assess the damage in the warmth, away from the wind. It just remained to be seen whether his father would make it to Jordheim before anything could be done.


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POSTED: Wed Nov 14, 2012 4:56 pm

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To be honest, Drey was a bit relieved when his son chose to ignore his quiet apology. His head pounded as Saul shot questions at him, and he winced as he gathered his thoughts together to form the right words. They came with effort, between the shallow breaths trying to fill the male's lungs. "Dawnrunners, just north of the old fort. I knew they were moving in, but didn't expect to run into an organized group so close to the borderlands..." He paused for a moment, catching his breath. "I only saw three of them at first, so I figured I would take care of the problem. The other four showed up just after I killed the first one. It was just...bad timing..."

He drifted off for a moment, a flash of creamy gold coat and distinctly Stormbringer violet eyes flooding his vision in the middle of the fray that had left him this way. He closed his one good eye, trying to remember if what he'd seen was real or a result of delirium. The young male with the Stormbringer eyes had been with the scouting group that had returned to find Drey in the middle of his work, and the shock of meeting that gaze had completely thrown off Dreyrugr's guard. His attackers gained the upper hand in both numbers and luck, and he'd gone down hard. How the hell had he been left alive?

The sound of Saul rising to his feet brought the older male back to reality. He shifted his gaze from his son's hand to his intense eyes, then gritted his teeth and nodded."Yeah...I think I can..." Taking a deep breath, the luperci reached his good hand out to grasp his son's, using the young male's strength as leverage to pull himself back up to his feet. His head spun as he stood, his vision going black and his balance nearly failing as the blood rushed out of his head. The male barely caught himself against his son, staying still for a moment as the dizziness faded. He took a moment to assess his surroundings as he waited, his green eye taking in the lay of the land. "Heh, I didn't even make it to the border, did I? Pitiful." He smirked weakly, nodding at the younger Stormbringer that he was ready to attempt the trek back to Jordheim.



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POSTED: Thu Nov 15, 2012 3:08 pm

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Saul Optime is by Alaine!

To his father's credit, he answered as quickly as he was able and once he began to speak. His answer, however, did not reassure Saul at all. It had not been a random attack, his father's foolhardiness or brashness throwing him into the path of danger. While the warnings had been coming for the past half a year, a small part of the male refused to believe that it would actually happen. What had they ever done to the Dawnrunners? While he took his aunt's and siblings' warnings seriously, there was still that small part that believed they would be spared the persecution of those who sought to eradicate their bloodline. His fathers words, along with his current state, corrected this small doubt in his mind. They were close and they weren't playing.

Still, the young Virding couldn't help but shake his head softly. To think that he could take on three of them on his own was madness in itself, but he refrained from voicing the opinion that it would have perhaps made more sense to observe from afar. His father's shaky confirmation that he could walk was proceeded by the red males hand grasping his own. While his father was heavy and his weakened state made it more difficult to haul him off the floor, the male found it no problem. For a moment, he remained still as his father steadied himself. It was clear to him that he would need to get Dreyrugr back to Jordheim and start treating him shortly, but they were still a short way from the borders. As if hearing his thoughts, the elder Stormbringer pointed out that he hadn't made it to the borders, though the younger chose to remain silent. His need to get the male back from the borders was beginning to become eclipsed by his personal feelings on the subject and he remained quiet. Knowing it was difficult for the male to walk, Saul slung his good arm around his own shoulders, taking the majority of the weight on his own right side.

I'll get you back to Jordheim and patch you up. He offered by way of explanation of where they were going. Even to his own ears, his voice was biting and he forced the emotion from his face. It was going to be a long enough journey through the darkness of Vinátta and it wouldn't help anything for him to resent the fact that he had to help the male. A deep sigh expanded his body and he trudged on, trying his best to reduce the pain his father felt.


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POSTED: Thu Nov 15, 2012 8:58 pm

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Dreyrugr tried to lean as little as possible against Saul as the pair began moving farther south, headed for the safety of Vinatta and all that it meant. Pain raked through the male's body with every step, but his stubbornness won out as he trudged along, helped by the strength of his son. The night dragged on agonizingly as they walked, here and there Drey cursing as his footing would give way, or a wave of dizziness rush over him. The red male's ears were twitching at every sound, his green eye glancing around for any sign of the surviving Dawnrunners or their allies. Thankfully the pair's trek continued mostly uninterrupted.

"You've really bulked up." He was attempting some conversation, knowing their walk was going to be made all the longer by the uncomfortably silence that had grown between them. Drey knew it was a pathetic attempt, but something was better than nothing, right? His statement was meant as a compliment. It had been over a year since the crimson-furred wolf had seen his tawny son, and Saul had grown to be the biggest of the four siblings for sure. Gideon wasn't far behind, but it was a noticeable difference to Drey.

Truth be told, he was thoroughly proud of his son. Saul had been the only Stormbringer in recent time to set down some firm roots outside of Solbjorg, and those roots were beginning to feed an incredibly strong tree. Drey had heard word from his sister about what Saul and Lilin had done in the northern territories of Souls, and though he knew he had no claim to Saul's indomitable character, he was proud nonetheless. He was fully confident that his green-eyed son could be every bit the man Drey had always failed to be. Saul was a leader. Drey would always be the solitary mad dog. Someone always had to get their hands dirty, and Dreyrugr's very name was a testament to how dirty he was willing to get.



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POSTED: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:12 am

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so so sorry for the wait sweetness, things kicked off at home and i haven't had a spare minute!


Saul Optime is by Alaine!

While it was obvious to the boy that his father tried to lean as little as possible on him, Saul also knew that the walk was long and it would take them a while to reach Jordheim. The dark night stretched about before them and for a moment, the males eyes held concern. Would Dreyrugr actually make it back? His breathing was laboured and it was clear to him that the male was in an extreme amount of pain. He was, however, grateful that he knew the way, knew it like the back of his hand or the depths of Lilin's eyes. He'd walked this path so many times in the months since Vinátta had been formed that he could walk it with his eyes closed and this was in favour of his crippled father.

His thoughts were beginning to dredge him under when the male's voice broke through to him. His reaction was to glance at his father, a quick movement of his head before he turned away once more. The last time he'd seen his father, he hadn't been able to shift. He'd been five months old, desperately trying to keep his family together. Despite himself, he couldn't help a quick snort of air through his nose. Dreyrugr was trying to make conversation, perhaps to ease the awkwardness of this reunion. Saul couldn't say he was particularly enamoured by striking up conversation, but he couldn't leave the silence lingering longer than it already had.

"You've really got yourself in trouble..." He murmured softly, lips pursed for a moment. The collective pack scent that clung to the very fibre of Jordheim was getting stronger and it wouldn't be long before the Stormbringer males stepped into the protective valley of the village. As per usual, they entered the village in the northern end, coming to a stop close to his house. "I'll need to get you inside to get a proper look at your wounds. My mate and children are likely asleep, but we've got a spare room where I usually work." He thought of the room that had served as birthing chamber for all three new mothers. Perhaps at some point, he would actually have to transform it into some kind of treatment room. With a glance around him, the male pushed open his front door and helped his father inside- tonight was going to be long and painful for both of them.


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POSTED: Sun Nov 18, 2012 10:19 am


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