seasons change but people don't

POSTED: Fri Jul 17, 2015 11:59 pm

ohoho this might have to do with this ohohoho

Sometimes the absence of a thing made its presence (or in this case, the lack-thereof) terribly notable. It occurred to Linden slowly, while he had been roaming the shelves of books for things which may have been of use to Semini. She had enchanted him with talk of the sea and his blood was running hot with the idea of sailing.

Linden was staring at a book, his brows furrowed. His hyperfocus left him standing still, as if fixated by some singular polarity.

It was just a thought, but it struck too hard and left his spirit feeling strange.

Abandoning his original plans, Linden left the hotel quickly. He had come on foot and as he hurried along the broad trail, his pace increased to a jog. Running sometimes helped to clear his mind, but it only left him thinking hard about times, days, and this whisper of war which even now infected his thoughts.

He was moving with purpose when he came to the training grounds and slowed only as he came around the far end of the building. Panting to cool himself, the harlequin wolf sought out his packmate with a singular purpose.

Skoll, the Marquis called. I need to talk to you.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 19, 2015 9:16 pm

He hadn't practiced with the spear in some time, and the clumsy way he moved betrayed this. Shield defending his body, his long reach extended with the heated tip of the stone, he struck at the dummies and moved away again. Occasionally he swept the bottom of the spear along the sand, aiming to strike the shins or feet of opponents, but mostly he practiced stabbing. The moment it was time to kill he'd cast down both weapons and rip out a throat, anyway.

He'd knocked into a dummy with a clatter of wood and steel when Linden spoke. Skoll grunted acknowledgment but stepped back, advancing with the spear at the same time, then threw the weapon to the ground when it glanced off the wooden shoulder.

Green eyes seized upon the Marquis, and Skoll raised his ears. The shield he let down more gently before approaching, a frown on his muzzle. What's wrong?


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POSTED: Mon Jul 20, 2015 12:30 am

Watching Skoll train reminded Linden of their first fight, though this was no doubt tied to his concerns. Pascal had been the topic then and Pascal had been the spark to trigger their argument. Even now, Linden thought that too much of Skoll's energy was wasted in the way he fought. Skoll threw himself into things fully, but he did so without being aware of the ground beneath his feet. It was perhaps something of ego, perhaps something of valor, and even perhaps something in the faith which Linden knew (for it had become his job to know about these people) Skoll followed.

The ground could be deceptive. It was never as welcoming as it looked.

Nothing, he answered quickly, and then frowned. Both of his ears fanned back, then forward. Just...have you seen Pascal, recently? The Marquis asked instead, and could not hide the way his brows had furrowed. The prickling anxiety felt as real as the heat of the air. His fingers flexed.

It felt a lot like it had before, when he was a boy, and the whisper of war had been very real.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 25, 2015 2:17 pm

all of my reactions have to be MANLY and OVER-THE-TOP GRRRR

Nothing was the reply, but Skoll lifted his head and twisted his ears forward at this. Not nothing would bring Linden to him on the training grounds. Though their relationship had improved since their first fight here in the dirt and sand, they were not friends to come together by more than chance or trouble. His green eyes settled on the other's gold ones.

Linden's face betrayed deeper concerns, a flicker of the panic that seized him that day by the pasture. He came out with his worry, and Skoll's own brows knit.

I haven't, he said slowly, buying himself time to think to when he last saw the boy. Pascal distanced himself from Skoll purposefully, which made it harder to recall. But Pascal found great comfort in routine, at the very least, and there was one place he frequented most often. His big white hands slowly curled into fists.

He wasn't in the library at his normal times, Skoll answered, and abruptly growled, hackles standing on end and eyes flashing to the dummies as if expecting them to spring to life.


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POSTED: Sat Jul 25, 2015 10:07 pm

bro, we gotta find our other bro, bro

Easy, Linden hissed, so automatically and without true venom he might have been saying the word to a spooked horse. He looked conscious of this choice, and stepped closer to the bigger man. By now, he had heard the story. By now, he understood that there was a fault here.

His yellow eyes squinted in the sunlight. He had to look up at Skoll and was not yet in the shadow cast by his burly form. Linden didn't know what to expect from the Seneschal, only that Skoll was an unknown factor whose only drive seemed to be forward, whatever the means.

He wasn't there today either, Linden informed his companion lowly, as if other ears might be listening. I'm sure he knows what's going on—I think half of the Court already knows—and he leaves like this, sometimes, but...

Linden took a breath and batted a loose section of his bangs out of his face. He looked oddly irritated by this.

Do you know where he goes, usually? When he's here, Linden added, thinking it best to narrow their own search down. It would be unwise to work themselves up when the Prince might very well simply have lost himself in something along the way.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 15, 2015 8:39 am

You can pp them running around CdM like loons. :B

Skoll forced his hackles down at Linden's soft command, looking down at the Marquis with a scowl pulled taut across his face. His ears twitched forward to hear Linden's low voice, and his gaze shot out toward the wilderness again. Surely the odd-eyed prince, frightened of thunder and touch, wouldn't dare leave the safety of the Kingdom with killers afoot.

The woods, the wolfdog answered. For hunting. Sometimes I catch him with a book out toward the beach. He doesn't... he wouldn't leave, now, would he? He didn't know the other prince as well as he thought, perhaps. He underestimated him.

We'll find him, Skoll said, because there was no alternative, and shifted startlingly fast down into his Lupus form. A few minutes later, he was shaking out sore muscles and puffing up his coat, glancing at Linden before racing out toward the forest.


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POSTED: Tue Aug 18, 2015 12:23 pm

aww yeah

They took to their natural-born forms and ran.

It began haphazard at first. Skoll's longer, powerful strides kept him a length ahead of Linden, who was forced to follow his bushy hindquarters. They stopped in various places in the sprawling forest, and though the Seneschal seemed endless as they covered more and more ground a wavering—and decidedly hostile—energy came in waves off of his golden body.

Trailing him, Linden's hackles prickled.

The Marquis was instinctive enough to remain behind Skoll as the miles became multiple, even though he too suspected there was something amiss about the situation. Their speed remained constant, but complex feelings tied to their mutual, unspoken responsibility, spent more of their spirit as the hours dragged on.

When they grew truly desperate, they searched in places they knew he would not go just in case.

They were at the southern side of the border for the second time, on a bluff which began to mark the Shiloh Hills. The sun was sinking, and already the clouds had taken on strange colors. Linden, panting and watching as Skoll sniffed at this and that, had enough.

Frustrated and sore, Linden sat on his haunches.

Skoll, we have to tell the King, he urged.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 30, 2015 4:32 pm

Am not sure how much further we wanted to take this, so this can be wrapped up or time-skipped as people want since I know it's a bit old. <3

Aggression gave way to desperation. He began to feel his exhaustion, the edges of it straining in his limbs as they slowed. Air billowing from him with each great sniff, Skoll wandered the grass looking in vain for some sign they'd missed as if the trail had been here all along -- but Linden sat down and spoke sense to the wild man.

Green eyes rolled in his skull, a little fearful almost, and Skoll could feel his bruises anew. But then his expression set into anger again, and he nodded.

Someone's going to die for this, Skoll said, betraying his worries, and implying that he knew whose throat he'd sink his teeth into.


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