On the wings of snow

For Aedan

POSTED: Sat Mar 05, 2016 11:15 am

Without music, life would be an Error

Weaver's paws carried him out of the watchtower that he called his home. Having grown in the ranks and knowledge, he had come to gather information about the outpost that Salsola held in Freetown. It sounded like an interesting place, a place that he wanted to see for himself. Matters with the slaves and his other work seemed to be going well so far. There should be no harm in him taking a trip like this, especially if he could bring something home that could benefit him, or the pack on the whole.

The tawny man moved over to the arch in the wall by his home, coming to greet his beloved Beurre. He gave her a gentle brush of the cheek before he began to lead her outside. It would make no sense to climb onto her back while she was still under it. Once the two were outside, Weaver pulled himself up onto Beurre's back. He made sure that she was comfortable before he began to lead her to the borders. He turned her towards the north. He and his sister had come from the north, so it only made sense that the means to get to Freetown would be in the same direction. At some point, he needed to make more ventures outside of Salsola. He needed to get a better lay of the land and the other packs, especially if he was going to gain the rank he seeked.

It was a bit of a trip, not that Weaver minded. He was fine with travel, though he did wish he had brought some more company with him on this trip. His sister, Ondine, or Claire would have made an excellent travelling partner. A soft sigh passed through Weaver's lips. Perhaps the next time that he decided to come out here he would bring someone with him.

As the outpost came into view, Weaver sat himself up, looking far more presentable. When he came to the proper location, the tawny man lowered himself from the horse's back, letting his green eyes wander around the location. It was well kept up, and it seemed the other members of Salsola who were staying here were busy with their work. He quietly moved hi horse to the side, towards the guest cabin. It was small, and seemed a good place to be if he planned on staying for the night. He kept his ears about, listening for anyone who might come near him.

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The worst of winter had gone and past but the ache in his bones still lingered. Like a barren tree his body had begun to wither. Skin pulled taut over sinewy muscle and bone. His rich golden pelt had dulled and silver hairs had sprouted around his muzzle. He looked paler, gaunt-faced and no longer bore his scars so well. Only his eyes betrayed his cold spark- they were a piercing blue sharp and cunning, still full of life.

The snow was mostly melted now but the air was still crisp. He longed for the warmth of the summer sun. Sometimes time passed too slowly, sometimes too fast, he couldn't change the weather and failing that wrapped himself in a plush fur cloak. The wolf's head he fitted over his own, his gold ears poking out where the luperci's would be- cold eyes watching from the shadow it cast over his face.

The Outpost was booming, it's membership in constant flux. It had been four of them in the beginning, his wife, daughter, and step-daughter. It'd been comfortable. Now they were joined by more faces, some old, some new- each a by-product of the Thistle Kingdom come at the Boss's behest. Little did they know, he was the Boss here.

The pack's wares were his to guard. He was the one who chose what was traded and what was kept, who was allowed inside the storage den and when. He wore the key on a leather thong around his neck and rarely took it off. He knew all the goings-on either by his own eyes or his raven's. The bird was ever by his side or his daughter's and he missed nothing; including the mounted stranger who rode in on a tan mare.

The raven's eyes were sharp and he flew ahead on dark wings, heralding the new arrival. He landed on Aedan's cloaked shoulder and pointed his beak to his master's ear. "Where?" Though slightly hoarser now his voice was just as rich as it had always been and he listened as Mort revealed where the stranger was headed. "Let's give our guest a proper welcome, shall we?" The aged luperci leaned his axe against the cabin wall, he'd been chopping wood for the hearth when Mort had come bearing the news. Anything to keep the old hands busy, he maintained. He'd always been happiest when he had something to do.

He made his way towards the guest cabin, passing several people on his way including his surly pale pelted daughter Delphinium. She resented them now, him and her mother both believing they'd abandoned her. He'd tried to explain it to her many times over but she was too soft-headed to understand. She didn't see things as they were, instead she'd let her emotions get the better of her- her childish yearning for the ideal family life. She refused to understand what her purpose had been and how important their task was. There was still time, though. He would make her understand.

The horse Mort spoke of was outside the cabin. She was a thick creature likely bred from plow horses hardy and made for pulling heavy loads. An ugly horse, but undoubtedly useful. Her rider stood at the side. One sniff and Aedan realized the stranger did not belong to the old blood. Another new addition, Aedan didn't hesitate to approach him, making his way behind his turned back. "Bonjour," He greeted coolly, declining to remove his hood. He wore the man's pelt openly and disregarded the reactions it often coaxed out of others. Aedan was not a wasteful man and a luperci's pelt was just as warm as a bear's. Mort clicked his beak from Aedan's shoulder.


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POSTED: Thu May 05, 2016 1:12 am

Without music, life would be an Error

Weaver's green gaze turned to the side as he noticed a figure coming towards him from the distance. It was hard to tell who it was from the distance, whether it was someone else from Sasola, or another guest, but even as the male came into view, it was still hard to tell. Judging just by appearance alone, he could likely be from Salsola, but there were also those who could be just like anyone in the kingdom, yet not be with them. He would need to be careful about this, just on the off chance this was not someone from the thistle kingdom. He wouldn't want to give away secrets like that.

Still, there was no harm in being polite. The tawny man bowed his head to the lighter one, bringing it back up before he spoke, "Bonjour. I come from a ways away from here. Are you one of those assigned to work here?" It was better to make sure he was aware who he was talking to before he got any further with the conversation.

His eyes turned towards the guest cabin before the lighter male once more. He offered the male a smile, typical of the hybrid before he gestured inside, "Either way, I hope you don't mind me staying here. It's been a long trip and I would like to get some rest after I take a look around and return home." He briefly turned around, making sure that Beurre was comfortable and then back to the light man. He was patient to wait for his question to be answered before he acted. It would be rude to do otherwise.

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