You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home

POSTED: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:01 am

Vague as hell about stuff, yay! Backdated to dawn of final battle. Shattered Coast, can come upon CdM borders in one of your guys' posts if you like! :>

Pascal was exhausted, but he was nearly home.

He wasn't quite sure how to feel about this, just as he wasn't quite sure what to feel about the women (and boar) that accompanied him. Semini treated him with such kindness in Krokar, helping care for him alongside her gracious packmates as they prepared for this journey. Akantha filled Pascal with mixed emotions, shame chief among them, but he cast her looks when he didn't think anyone else had noticed. With all three of them, Pas almost felt safe.

That didn't stop some incidents from occuring along the way. Pascal vanished when he ate, dragging his meals into hollows to devour them, and he spooked at many things. If his escorts were disturbed or irritated by this, he could not read their expressions to know it, but they hadn't abandoned him.

Passing the city had filled Pascal with a shock, the scent of coyote angry and powerful along a trail, but he gave it as wide a berth as he could manage and with his companions curved along the outer edge of Shattered Coast, the treeline in view. He panted as he moved through the grass, pausing to sniff and draw in familiar scents, and pushed through his exhaustion. He'd no skill or desire to ride a horse and went only on his four legs, though the boar lingered sometimes when it seemed that he was about to stumble.

He thought he smelled the Court beyond, and whimpered low in his throat, eyes distant and steps robotic.

Last edited by Pascal Sadira on Wed Oct 28, 2015 12:13 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Sat Oct 24, 2015 1:38 pm

They had begun preparations soon after their reunion, and with Seminis help the duo had set about strapping bags to Florians back. He was no pack animal, and Akantha regretted not bringing Ambrose along for the journey. The silver gelding made due, and remained majestic despite the items piled atop him, and Akantha made sure to thank his for his part in their efforts to return Pascal to his home. The boars trotted alongside them amiably, a small entourage of tusks and short bristled fur -- and it all felt safe. Valazquez scouted more often then not, returning to check in with his master before disappearing again into the forest.

Akantha observed Pascal with curiousity -- for it was obvious that he had changed. Whenever he was offered food he disappeared to scarf it down, and at small noises (Florian spooked at a certain point and some of their belongings had fallen to the ground in a clatter) and the four-legged man had jumped, obviously frightened. His mahogany fur had stood on end, and for a moment the whites of his bi-colored eyes had shown. They had exchanged few words as the journey progressed, though Akantha had whispered softly to Semini as the man ate somewhere further off, her expression worried.

Would he ever be the man she had met on the borders of Sapient all that time ago? Her expression darkened at the scent of smoke that hung heavily in the air, the ruined city a smoldering hole in the earth that was skirted nervousyl by all three. The woman flicked her ears, confused -- and glanced to Pascal for further information, though none was supplied. The wolf had set off through the grass, his ears the only thing visible as he followed the invisible trail that lead towards the Courtiers.

Valazquez returned, snorting at the scent of fire (Florian too had stiffened beneath her soft hands) and together they came upon Cour des Miracles Borders at last.

She quietly asked Semini to hold Florians reigns (she did not trust him enough to give him free reign) and trotted forward to reach for Pascals shoulder. "We made it," Her voice was softer then it had ever been, as if the very sound would shatter the mans fragile exterior, "Will you call for them?"
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POSTED: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:02 pm

Woo! Quick note: Sem's traveling by foot (didn't bring her horse) and only Velazquez is with her. To give to CdM, she brought 2 luperci made daggers, 5 sheets of paper, 3 deer hides from the pack stores, and a whole pack of salted, jerkied and smoked meats from her own inventory. [---]


She didn't speak much.

Ever since her talk with Pascal, it was like a shade had fallen across her heart. It was not enough to keep to the harmony of her own pack. Trouble would find them, and she could not accept the cruelty around her now like she could before. It was more important than ever that the Prince returned home safely, and that he was brought by people who cared. In a world so drowned in savagery, she believed that the symbol of compassion needed to be shone like a beacon across the sea.

These ideas weighed heavily upon her while they traveled. There was a tension to her smiles, and though she kept amicable topics and was warm to their company, her hands were ever fists or curled around the sling. The markers of the thistle kingdom had grown like the wildfire of her dreams, and it had pushed them through unsafe passages in the Halcyon. The nights they spent in the mountain, she stayed awake with Velazquez and stared out until daylight eclipsed her fears, her worries, her anger.

Her boar kept her calm the way he kept Pascal safe. When she darkened too much, he would trot alongside her and nose her hand, and she saw in him the good that could prevail. They kept on.

They kept on around the abandoned city - Demons lived there, the words of the leather traders had warned her long ago. It reeked too strongly of iron now, and it pained her to think of the good that had inhabited there once.

She took the reigns from Akantha and used the moment to ensure that the packs on Florian's back were still fastened and the items unscathed. She had insisted on bringing more than what they needed to survive the journey south, which had brought strange looks from her sister. With the conflict ongoing (though not yet a war, to her knowledge), Semini had decided that supplies would be useful to her friends in the Court. They would appreciate it even if they didn't need it.

After all was settled, she watched and waited.

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POSTED: Wed Oct 28, 2015 12:32 am

Thanks for being awesome, you guys! Powerplayed Akantha howling -- that way Shiloh attends to them and it isn't Silvano who shows up -- so hope it is okay, Amanda. :o <3 BTW SORRY FOR LONG POST. >_>

Akantha's hand fell gently on his shoulders. Pascal flinched but forced himself to relax, knowing that she only meant comfort. His eyes lifted to her, hesitant, then squeezed shut at her question. He pointed his nose to the borders, to his kingdom, and tried to summon a noise in his throat.

I'm home, the prince would need to say. Papa, I'm home.

He hummed instead, and shrank down, his ears flattened. I don't think I can, he said, his voice a whimper. He shut his eyes and hummed louder, a droning note, but Akantha's doggish bay graced the pre-dawn sky.

He followed it with his ears, lifting his head, and looked at the pale of her throat and then the clouds beyond. Soon, another howl answered.

In the gray before the dawn it was hard to make out the Luperci who approached minutes later. It was a woman, pale of fur, but a dress billowed around her legs as she briskly jogged toward them. For a second, his breath caught in his throat. Mama?

Then he saw her light hair and the ferocity in her gaze, which softened as her blue eyes widened and her mouth went slack. Pascal?

Shiloh ran toward him then into a graceful kneel in the grass, lowering her wooden staff to the earth at her side. Pascal, she repeated in a whine, and lifted a hand as if to reach for him. She snatched it back when he stared blankly, and curled her hand in the cold grass instead, shaking her head.

Where have you been, sweetheart? she asked, fear stealing her voice.

Pascal staggered back and pressed against Akantha's leg, ears pinned. He lifted his lips to show his teeth in a fearful grimace, and shut his eyes, and thrashed his head from side to side. The devil's den, he stammered, and shrank down again.

He began to whimper. Shiloh...

She opened her arms, beckoning him with light fingers, a mother's croon in her throat. To his surprise, Pascal crept forward and set his head in her lap. She stroked his ears, whining softly to him, then looked up at the wolfdog women.

You brought him back.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 15, 2015 8:45 pm

Her call was a soft bay, a strange sound that was foreign to the courtly woman’s ears. She allowed her hand to burrow into the warmth of Pascals shoulders, and as he shrank away from her she carefully drew away – her expression glancing towards her sister with a worried frown. Florian eagerly nosed at her sibling, the velvet of his nose quivering as he sought her pockets. Akantha smiled, though not for the first time it did not reach her eyes. There was a shadow across the tiny trio, and as they waited for someone to respond to their call Akantha hummed softly to herself to keep up her spirits. She was tired from the journey and found that despite the strength of her sister (for Semini was always strong in her mind – an ocean of vast and endless energy) she felt exhaustion settling deep into her bones.

”Pascal who are-“ She was about to ask, but the shout had her pricking her ears – the mahogany man before them forgotten as a pale woman ran towards them through the early dawn. Akantha felt a breath hitch in her throat, one hand brushing against the soft fur of Seminis elbow before she stepped in closer to the woman. It would be evident to no one else that the woman was afraid – but Semini would know. She always knew. Akantha whispered something softly to the older Amaranthe in Spanish before stepping away to inspect their greeter… and all at once it clicked.

The woman was Pascals mother.

From far away her staff had appeared threatening, and Akantha nudged Pascal away from her leg with a gentle cluck of her tongue. ”Pascal-“ but already he was tentatively stalking forward, and at last Shiloh took the boy in her arms. Akantha couldn’t help but feel her eyes moisten at the sweet reunion. ”I-“ She cleared her throat, but found she was unable to speak, instead glancing to Semini with an expression that was all at once glimmering tears and a sun shine smile.

They had returned him home.

"Yes," Akantha finally found her voice, and smiled down to the woman who embraced her child with gentle strokes against his ears, "Yes we did. I am Akantha, and this is my sister Semini." She cleared her throat, the snuffling of a nearby boar distracting her for a moment, "I am glad he is finally home where he should be."

omg I am SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! For some reason I thought it was San's turn... FAIL ps. sorry if this suckssss

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POSTED: Wed Nov 25, 2015 10:50 pm

How long will Sem go without speaking [---]


A white figure crested the hills, and as she came, her dress billowing out around her haste, Semini thought of a great cloud rolling over the mountains.

She kept her eye to the mother (she recognized it in her stride, her expression as she couldn't by smell) and not once did she look away, even as Akantha shuffled near her for strength and Florian nosed her pockets. Her hands were calm and steady, reigned tight with responsibility as they never were before.

Watching them reunite made something soft in her, something hard in her all at once.

She was grateful for the presence of her sister, whose training under Thalia allowed her to conduct herself through the fragile transition. Akantha flickered outward while Semini roiled within, though it was for both of them that she spoke. When it came to other more pragmatic matters, that was when she would enter her voice. Her head nodded when it was expected, and she cast a look briefly toward Velazquez when his huffing broke the morning's rhythm. Light spilled across the dewy world, and seeing all she felt as if she were wading through gold.

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