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Gypsy

POSTED: Thu Jul 23, 2015 11:28 am

OOC: Optime. Just being regular old creepy creeper Liz and watching Storm's place xD

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Over two weeks had passed since a disturbing message had arrived at the borders wrapped in a slice of flesh and fur, and things seemed quiet. Doubtless some things had been going on behind the scenes, though, and for once Eliza wasn't barging in demanding to know the details. The borders seemed more well-trodden than usual; the freckled dog herself had been patrolling most days, and training as Ciara had shown her on others. She was constantly active, but it did nothing to quell her worry.

Liz had never been more afraid of losing someone in her life. With her parents there had been no opportunity to worry or beg them to stay – they had simply been ripped away in the midst of a hurricane, never to return. There was still a dull ache when the Cormier female thought of them, but this fresh pain at the idea of Storm leaving and never coming back was sharper, like a knife being twisted in her belly whenever she dared to think of it.

The petite dog sat in the shade of a tree, lazily tossing scraps of meat for Bernie, who seemed more interested in flying over to the house where Squeaks had been posted as a sentry. Bernie didn't usually get along with other birds, so this new interest in the tiny owl had been unexpected, and Eliza was fighting a losing battle.

Had she spied movement inside the house? Surely not – everyone was out and about doing their chores, keeping themselves busy; doing exactly what Eliza should have been doing, instead of pretending to herself that she wasn't watching for signs of her little brother taking off.

“I'll tether ya to me in a minute!” the woman threatened as the falcon turned his head, again, towards the house. Eliza's head turned, too, just in case a figure was emerging – although she didn't think Storm would be stupid enough to try and leave in broad daylight. Bernie took what seemed to be a decidedly calculated step away from the frizzy-haired dog, and she threw her hands up in exasperation. “Fine! Go on with ya, then. Go scare the hell outta Squeaks and the rest of us!”

The owl seemed to have spotted Bernie and let out a squeaky cry which had Eliza immediately jumping to her feet, ready to run herself, lest Storm appear and realise he was being watched.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 03, 2015 4:51 pm

OOC - Lulz!

Roman and Gypsy had made themselves a temporary home in an abandoned shack in the woods the Krokaran had deemed Firelight Hollow. It was a stone's throw away from Fiskebyn, the perfect distance for her companion to feel that they were safe and allotted some privacy from the canines who’d so graciously taken them in. They were hardly a part of the pack, but had recently become two of the more familiar faces as each of the coyotes felt the need to contribute where they could, not wishing to prolong their stay without giving back to the others in some way. It was the way of being a respectable guest, at least in their minds, and it helped to feel needed again. They weren’t sure how much longer they’d be staying on in the Cormier’s neck of the woods, but they’d make certain all debts were paid.

More of the Krokaran were becoming familiar to Gypsy each day, and her journal was fast filling with descriptions of the faces she’d met, even a few stray clumps of hair she was able to sneakily collect so she’d have some scent clue to go off of. If anyone other than Roman found it, they’d probably think she was a spy of some sort, or perhaps a very troubled mind, so the journal was normally bundled up and tucked safely away beneath the floorboards of the cabin. It was for her eyes only, a tool meant for her mind once she’d regained her composure in the mornings and could spend an hour or so refreshing her brain and committing her findings to memory. On days when she forgot about her journal, Roman always managed to save her from certain disaster. A blessing she’d never take for granted.

While Eliza Cormier was a part of her remembered thoughts, Storm was not. He’d come after the fall of Las Setas, and thus did not exist as a permanent fixture in the coyote’s mind, but Gypsy had been watching and recording the actions of the freckled girl, especially when it came to this particular male, and she could only come to one conclusion.

Dios, you must really love him, huh? The coyote purred, emerging from heart of Fiskebyn as she’d been making her way back from the barn and recently said goodbye to the pair of Old Salts who’d been keeping her company all afternoon. She hadn’t meant to startle the girl, and hoped Roman wouldn’t worry if she didn’t return to their shack right away.

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POSTED: Tue Aug 04, 2015 10:13 am

OOC: Lolll

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An accented voice purred at Eliza's back and she jumped, her head whipping round in a mass of flaming curls and her hands automatically coming up to her chest, balled into fists. The dark-haired beauty was instantly recognisable – and should have been by her voice alone. Liz quickly regathered her composure, glaring at the Coyote for a moment.

“Damnit, Gypsy,” she muttered before her glare dissolved into a small and reluctant smile. Despite the fact that she had been startled, she was warming to the female she had known on and off for years. She could recognise, now, that both Gypsy and Gus had been teenagers, driven by hormones and Goddess knew what else when they had shared their dalliance, and she thought it was worth giving Gypsy the benefit of the doubt where her brother was concerned.

“Who, him?” the dog questioned obliviously, jabbing a thumb towards the falcon who was still edging away from her. “Nah,” she went on, her voice flat. “Biggest brat I ever known – 'n' I know Finlay.” Her muzzle split into a good-natured grin; Liz talked a lot of trash about her brothers, but she never meant any of it. Bernie was an acquired taste even for his canine mistress, and sometimes she thought the raptor ruled over her, aware of the fact that Liz was too attached to send him off to fend for himself. Apparently she was a soft touch when it came to those she had grown up with; Anyu and Noatak the caribou were prime examples of this.

The dog's brown eyes wandered back towards the house she had been guarding from a distance. She tried to remove her gaze from the building speedily enough that she thought Gypsy wouldn't notice it. Little did Eliza know that Gypsy had already noticed far too much.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 06, 2015 3:21 pm

OOC - BIRD!!!! xD

Lo siento! She apologized with a startled and breathy laugh of her own, her lips curving into a smirk of disbelief when jumpy Eliza cast the blame on her bird. The coyote princess laughed again, this time more amused and her slight shoulders moved with the effort as her head shook to and fro. No tonto, the one who’s called Storm, she elaborated, her sunshine eyes widening as if to say “really?!” before she snicked again. Finlay is quite a brat though, she agreed with a goodnatured grin, but turned her focus back to the grey furred wolf she’d caught Eliza, more than once, fawning over from a distance.

You watch that boy like your bird...a hawk as they say, yes? She inquired, adjusting the long waves of her hair over one shoulder and absentmindedly curling the ends in one hand. Her eyes had moved to the rich dune waves, granting the Cormier a moment of respite should her words inflict even more defense. Sometimes one needed a little push to realize what had been there all along, and a part of Gypsy had begun to believe that the auburn haired girl had not yet discovered her own secrets.

You must feel something, no? I still remember the way you looked at Cruz, and this is much the same, she commented, finally lifting her gaze back to the female’s freckled face. The friendly smile on her long muzzle was inviting, her notched ear flicking slightly in the breeze while awaiting her answer.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 06, 2015 3:38 pm

Gypsy seemed truly amused by Eliza's reaction and Eliza felt like she was missing the joke. Her eyes widened, shifting again to the house which she thought she had been watching casually. Squeaks was still there, and now Liz's eyes all but matched the tiny bird's as she absorbed the Coyote Princess' words.

The Cormier girl let out a laugh which shook her own narrow shoulders, even if it was bordering on hysterical. “Ha! You seriously – you actually think..?!” She kept laughing, utterly disregarding the fact that it was probably the rudest thing she could possibly do, as Gypsy pointed out that she watched Storm like a hawk. “Shows how much you know – he's a falcon!” she retorted, slightly breathless. It was an unimportant detail, but Liz felt triumphant in pointing it out.

Her heart was beating erratically in a rhythm akin to panic. It was ridiculous, all of it – but Gypsy obviously took it seriously enough to mention a one-time crush and Eliza's eyes hardened in an instant. “Listen,” she muttered, feeling her hands beginning to quiver with anxiety, or anger, or both. “He's my little brother. I couldn' – it wouldn' – that's just wrong, Gypsy.” Her tone was incredulous but in her gut she felt a sinking sensation – the weight of the truth finally making itself known to her.

The dog fell silent, hands resting on her hips to stop their quaking. Her mouth opened a couple of times, but she couldn't form the right words, the ones which would throw Gypsy off the scent that she was already locked onto. “Yeah, I feel that you're barkin' up the wrong tree,” she said flatly, prepared to wade into denial as long as it wouldn't upset the carefully upheld balance she had finally managed with Storm. "Yer in the wrong damn forest!" Her mind raced, but Gypsy had been ahead of her all along.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 14, 2015 5:58 pm

OOC -

Gypsy wasn’t surprised by the Cormier girl’s reaction, having spent a full summer of her youth with the freckled dog’s family and still retaining these memories from the past. Instead, she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. Two could play this game and the coyote Princess was not daft, she’d let Eliza flounder in her moment of incredulity while her own words could sink in. Her tongue clucked when the girl corrected her on the species of her feathered friend, and Gypsy let out a bored sigh as if to say “we’re really doing this?”.

Listen.” Here we go, it was a familiar saying the Cormiers would say, and this time Gypsy did allow herself to give a soft chuckle. She’d heard the brusque August use it many times, especially when the pair had been on and off courting one another. Adopted! The Chanterelle female argued back, stamping a dainty foot for good measure. This much she knew of Storm from what Gus had given her. The boy was not of their blood, though they considered him as such. A notion she could understand, but that hardly held grounds here. Eliza’s attraction was painfully obvious, just not to her own self it seemed.

Cálmate, relax Eliza, her accent had become heavier. Nobody is accusing you of doing something wrong...our feelings can sometimes..not be helped. You do feel for him, and more than a brother…the fire in her own voice had slipped away and back to a calming tone. She'd walk her friend through these matters of the heart.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 31, 2015 7:39 am

Gypsy looked distinctly unimpressed – but not half as annoyed as Eliza felt. What right did the Coyote princess have to swan back into their lives and upset the apple cart like this? Annoyance pulsed through her veins, radiated through molten brown eyes, and it was all Liz could do not to stamp her own foot in frustration. When Gypsy interjected with that one word – adopted – Liz rolled her eyes so hard that it hurt her head. Her hand lifted to rest thumb and forefinger against her temples, rubbing in small, tight circles in an effort to soothe the ache.

The dog listened with narrowed eyes as the annoyance ebbed out of Gypsy's tone. She knew the woman well enough to know that she was trying to help – or that she believed that was the case – but Eliza couldn't just accept that Gypsy had seen what she had been blind to all along.

"Even if I did.."

Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as her hand fell to her side. The fact that she had reacted at all to Gypsy's insistence that she felt something more than sisterly love for her winter-eyed brother meant that there was at least a kernel of truth to it, Eliza knew that. Her heart was still trying to sprint from her chest in a rising panic, as if she had been caught red-handed doing something illegal. She had been caught in a lie, but the victim of the lie was only herself. That somehow made it worse. Eliza liked to think she was astute. Perceptive. Gypsy had shone a light on her greatest flaw – her inability to identify and confront her own feelings.

“I know yer tryin' to help, Gyps,” the dog said in a sigh. The burning anger had dwindled in her own voice now, leaving it strained and cracking. “..but this – it's never gon' happen. I'm just 'is prickly big sis, nothin' else.”

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POSTED: Wed Sep 02, 2015 4:34 pm

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And you do, she said softly, a playful smile on her lips before she nodded her head for the girl to continue on. The Chanterelle bit down the reaction of outright laughing then when Eliza pulled a pouty Cormier face, but she thankfully managed to hold it together, waiting for the freckled girl to think of a proper reply and sighing along with her when she began to speak again. Gypsy didn’t know Storm well enough to properly deduce the future, but she still had memories of Eliza that she could pull and rely on.

Her slender shoulders sloped forward in a noncommittal shrug. That may be, she began, her accented voice light and friendly, --but time is and does extraño---crazy things to our heads, she continued a hand rising to touch the spot gently on the side of her own temple. You feel this way now, but what about tomorrow? Gypsy continued her explanation, wanting to convey that the passage of time had a way of changing things, it couldn’t be controlled, nor could it be fully understood.

One day, maybe being his big hermana will no longer sit right with you. She shrugged again and used the same hand that had tapped the side of her head to give Eliza’s shoulder a squeeze. Matters of the heart were tricky but something Gypsy could understand with or without her fragmented memories.

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