She opened her mouth, but what came out was charred black

p. Dullahan; Dawn's Breath

POSTED: Fri Jan 16, 2015 10:07 pm

She had been training hard ever since she had earned her adult rank, and despite it feeling good, it also sucked because every inch of her body was sore. Her mother worked her hard, and she worked hard herself. While Axelle apparently wasn’t one to go easy on her, Lithia wouldn’t go easy on herself either. It even hurt to sit on a horse, and every movement the horse made underneath her rump agitated some kind of soreness. She thought of training today too, but she didn’t want to overwork herself. Instead, she thought it would be best if she travelled to her old territory and hunted like she had dreamed many times before. Too bad that back then, she had been too young to do much on her own, and now, just being old enough to survive off of small things she could catch, the old, familiar territory was so far away. She had lived in the Tangles for a couple months now, but it still felt different to her.

On her mother’s draft horse, Couer, she rode out to Dawn’s Breath, with the intent to leave him grazing in familiar territory, while she hunted in familiar territory. It hadn’t taken very long to get there, despite believing that it would. Perhaps the horse was just as excited as she was to go out there too. Halting Couer in a group of trees in Dawn’s Breath, she dismounted, landing hard on the crunchy ground below. Her eyes followed over the stallion’s taut muscles and sleek, short and thin fur. She eyed a scar upon his left shoulder blade and reached out to touch it. The skin was smooth, but bare. It was a deeper cut, and Lithia wondered what exactly happened there. However, she could not speak low-speech like her mother and so the question was left in the air with no answer. Despite Couer’s good behavior, Lithia fastened his rope to a tree, patted him on his scarred shoulder, took her long bow and set out into the forest.

She snuck through the forest, her feet landing carefully to avoid stepping on anything overly crunchy. She wanted to be able to move through the trees like a shadow, making as little noise as possible. Of course, this tactic needed work, but for now, she was doing okay. She made ground away from the horse, almost walking to the opposite edge of Dawn’s Breath before her ears perked to the sound of movement. Taking an arrow quietly from the quiver at her back, Lithia nocked an arrow and raised the bow to the sound of movement. At this point, she could see a shadow glinting off of the snow, but she couldn’t tell just how big the source was. Freezing in her place, she aimed the arrow towards the source as it seemingly came closer.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 17, 2015 1:15 am

(516) He is with Salsola's resident French maid (lol basically)

He wanted to see more or Nova Scotia. Content as he was in his home, with The Family, he would often wonder at the things past the Salsolan borders he had traipsed about so many times. He had been outside of the packlands, of course, but he had never traveled more than a few hours out; he planned to do better than that soon.

He knew it would be a long road, however. Not being overly fond of horses, Dullahan had not quite taken the time to learn how to properly ride one. He could sit on one's back quite well, but directing one or otherwise having the patience to acclimate to riding had not yet come about. So if he wanted to travel, he had to do it the good old-fashioned way: on his own feet. And way was made faster on all fours.

He had been wondering for a few days in which direction he would travel, though after a while began to think that it didn't really matter. He was beginning to think he would go alone too, but while being served breakfast by Corrine one morning, she expressed a secret desire to see beyond Salsola's walls as well, if only once. He considered this for a while, thinking that it had been unfortunate for her that Salsola was the first place she had chanced upon after her shipwreck, but it had perhaps been Fate nonetheless. Though Dullahan was quite indifferent to the French slave, he was not cruel to her, and it was this attitude that Corrine clung to.

He had no destination when he decided to leave, and while at the borders of the Thistle Kingdom, he remembered the slave and called for her to meet him there.

You're going to come with me, he told her when she arrived, her soft yellow eyes brightening.

Really, monsieur?! Oh merci, Prince Dullahan, thank-you! She went to hug him, but he pushed her away, nearly collapsing the thin coywolf.

Don't start that. Or I'll leave you here.

After that, Corrine was quiet, and the two had masked their scents, shifted into Lupus, and began making good headway to nowhere as they went. He was faster than the weak-bodied Corrine, and she was somewhat of a hassle to look after, but she was obedient and excited—and she cooked for him over a fire when they had stopped for the night to rest. The following day went slower, but easier in the sense that Corrine didn't ask so many questions or lag too far behind.

He became aware, somewhere in the midst of the chilled, afternoon Dampwoods, that they were not alone; and it wasn't prey he was sensing. Mis-matched eyes searched for the source of the feeling, but he did not see the Huntress before he saw her arrow pointed at him.

He froze, not saying anything, as Corrine trotted up behind him and gasped at what she saw. Monsieur! she whined, crouching behind him like a frightened child. But Dullahan was silent, his gaze locked on the dark, bright-eyed Luperci before them.


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POSTED: Sat Jan 17, 2015 11:12 pm

What unknowingly stumbled into view was not a prey animal at all, as she had perceived, but two more canines. As their scents wafted towards her, she couldn’t get a read or a location on them. She couldn’t smell any identifiable pack scent, nor recognize either one of the duo. She lowered her bow, but still kept it aimed at them. ”Who are you?” she asked, figuring that where they came from really didn’t matter at the last minute. She didn’t plan on shooting them, but then again, she still wanted to rule out that they were a threat to her.

She sidestepped a tree, disappearing and reappearing in a split second, to get a better look at them. She looked behind her, but could not see Couer from this position and hadn’t be able to for a while. She set her pink eyes upon the stranger, first the male and then his female. The brute was dark-furred like her, but had dog markings and mis-matched eyes, much like her mother, Axelle. The woman was gray-colored, but she seemed to border on both Wolf and Coyote. Her proportions were awkward for either species, and so Lithia dubbed her as both – like herself. Eventually, after the male answered for the first time, she lowered her weapon completely, showing no inclination to shoot, but she kept the weapon in her hands anyway. She easily slid an arrow over her head and stuck it back in the quiver. ”You caught me hunting,” she stated plainly, like it was a good enough excuse to have pointed an arrow in their faces. ”I’m Lithia Napier, of Anathema.”

Unlike Salsola, she was proud of where she came from and saw no reason to hide it. Then again, though, the naivety of her introduction could have brought these strangers right to their doorstep, say if she did something bad to them at this instant.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:04 am

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The hunter was cautious, questioning them without loosening the grip on her weapon even marginally. To her credit, however, she did lower it slightly—but if either he or Corrine had decided to threaten her in any way, there was no doubt one would take an arrow. He thought this would be his slave, because while his own reflexes might save him, there wasn't a single misgiving in his mind that she would freeze up in pure shock or fear. Dullahan was eager to diffuse the girl, as he would not be fond of returning home just to tell his mother that he had one of their slaves killed on accident.

I'm Saint, he said, without missing a beat. My companion here doesn't have a name. I just call her Girl. Corrine, having learned quickly the stock Salsolans put on secrecy, did not protest the introduction. She remained quietly cowering at his hip, avoiding the gazes of both wolves present.

Dullahan kept his eyes on the monochrome female before him. She was young, even younger than himself, he thought, but she had a maturity to her that suggested she had been born in a position of honor—just as he had. She lowered her weapon after considering the two of them a moment, and he allowed himself a small smile as she introduced herself and her pack. The boy inhaled her scent carefully, wishing to remember what an Anatheman smelled like. I apologize for interrupting your hunt, Lithia, he feigned politeness, though this was not difficult considering he had been raised with the most courteous of manners.

We're just travelers, unfamiliar with this part of Nova Scotia—we spend much of our time up north. Are you far from home, Lithia? he pressed curiously. She was quite pretty, and young too. He thought she was alone, but upon considering the facts, he wondered again if she truly was.


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POSTED: Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:11 pm

It appeared to her, through scent, that he was not from around here, or at least he didn’t belong to anywhere around here. Saint and Girl. She took note of their names and remembered their coat colors and looks. Saint, the dog-looking one with the eye spots, and Girl, the cowering one with a ticked coat like her own. Bravely, she took a couple steps towards them, but still, she kept a comfortable distance between both parties (herself, and them).

He told her that they were loners, travelers. He asked almost instinctively if she were far from home. Absent-mindedly, she looked down, remembering that they were currently standing in Dawn’s Breath, Anathema’s old land. Maybe he had known Anathema after all? Either way, asking if she was far from home gave away his knowledge of their move. That, or she was getting a little paranoid about it. Still, she would answer the question because she could, and her answer still wouldn’t give away Anathema exact position, move or not. ”Quite, yes,” she answered, a hint of skepticism in her voice. ”But not lost.” She said the second part as though to warn him if he tried anything funny, she was just as capable in these woods as he was. If he were to chase her throughout these forests, at least she would know exactly where she was. If they were any farther north either way, and even south, she would have been as good as dead.

”Why doesn’t she have a name?” Lithia asked after a moment, with her eyes resting upon the cowering girl’s face. The woman avoided her eye contact entirely, and one thing could have only come to mind. Despite her original idea of the woman being a victim of a kidnapping, Lithia decided that she had the body language of a slave. If the woman had been kidnapped though, Lithia guessed that she would have made eye contact with her more than once already – instead of avoiding everyone. Lithia thought her body language to be peculiar. She had never seen such a pitiful girl. Even Anathema’s slaves had more dignity that that. ”She’s so frightened,” she chuckled, letting the amusement reach her pink eyes. Despite the girl’s pitiful nature, the Napier daughter would be the one to laugh at her.

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