beyond the circle drawn around my home

POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:45 pm

For Dorado. Part of the Boreas Conflict, taking place around January 5.


Rumors of missing horses and increasing sightings of foreigners around the Infernian borders had the clan up in arms and on edge, and the promise of sanctuary granted by Vesper seemed not to last. Dove suspected the accident that drove she and her brother running to Inferni to escape random attack was the first of what might be an ongoing issue, and the Reverie could not swallow the feeling of dread. She was safer calling herself Infernian than she would be out in the wilderness, true, but above all else she only wanted peace. Respite. Anything, anything but more bloodshed.

They ranked her a Fera, an animal-keeper, and Dove took solace in creatures with simple needs and who did not ask about her problems. But blissful ignorance to what ravaged outside their borders scared her as much as anything else, and Dove—who could very well pretend she knew how to shoot an arrow even though she couldn't—took to walking the borderlines from time to time, an improptu representative for Inferni who if nothing else could make a lot of noise should something happen.

Once she swallowed the haunt that was the skull-lined borders again Dove found an Infernian scent, one she was unfamiliar with, beyond but nearby. An arrow was notched at her bow but held at her hip and the Reverie looked out, hypervigilant. Was there a clan member out there? Might they be wounded?

Her heart started pounding, her limbs frozen by indecision. At the very least, she wouldn't go alone.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 12, 2017 6:28 pm

Thanks for starting~ sorry for the wait! <3 Just a minor assumption that they very vaguely know each other as packmates, not necessarily by name. Let me know if it needs adjusting. c: [ 366 ]

It was so damn cold.

Now more than ever the desert desperado was missing his homeland. Not because he was still a relative stranger to his new pack. Not because there were interlopers and insurgents at every turn. Not because he was tasked with taking up arms against a foe he knew nothing about. No. It was because the north showed him a cold he never thought was possible, a cold he never thought was real.

He was no stranger to the cold. His desert home got plenty cold at night, especially in the winter, but this was a completely different level of cold. It was a harsh, unrelenting, assaulting cold that seeped through every layer of armor put up against it to chill to the very core. It was a biting, clawing, gnawing cold that creeped through every crack and crevasse and infiltrated every warm place he could find. It was a voracious, vicious, virulent cold that stopped at nothing until everything it touched was frozen. And he hated it. It made him angry. And the more time he spent out in the cold the more he wanted to hurt something, someone, anything, anyone.

With his ax rested against his shoulder Dorado trudged rather miserably through the snow along the western edge of the coyotes' claim, seemingly directionless, but his convoluted course kept him from straying too far out and too far in. In truth there was a method to his madness, even if he didn't quite know what it was, but it didn't take long before the scent and sound of someone nearby finally gave him something to do.

Feeling renewed motivation the 'yote hybrid made his way toward the very Inferni scent beyond the border, quick flashes of something monochromatic moving through the trees catching his eye every now and then. More curious than suspicious he raised his ax at the ready and practically came crashing through the trees, stopping short of ploughing right into the relative stranger.

"Gods, I almost chopped your head off." He exclaimed in a breathy whisper, seemingly trying not to add to his already noisy entrance. "What're you doin' sneakin' around out here with all that's going on?"








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POSTED: Fri Jan 13, 2017 12:54 pm

She watched for movement beyond the border, the smell of an Infernian beyond still in her nostrils. When that movement suddenly lunged at her from the brush her bow and poised arrow swung up and pulled at the string, aimed for his throat and as short of letting it free as her opponent was on cleaving her with an axe. There was a mutual bewildered stare between them, and in tandem their weapons lowered, followed by an all-too-obvious rolling of the eyes from the Reverie.

"You're the one on the wrong side of the borders," she snapped, visibly irritated and standing higher on her toes to keep an eye over his shoulder. The scent he let off did not match what she earlier detected. There was still an Infernian out there, just beyond, lingering, and she did not know why. "I'm not sneaking, I'm trying to keep watch. You were sneaking."

Dove waved him out of the way. "Dorado, right? Keep your voice down. One of ours is out there, I think." Glaring into the brush, she gestured with a jerk of her nose. "Whoever they are, the scent isn't moving. I'm not sure if they're wounded or something else. Did you see anyone?"

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POSTED: Sat Jan 14, 2017 11:54 am

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A charming smile slid to his sharp muzzle as they carefully lowered their weapons, his grip on his ax loosening just a little as he swung it around to rest upon his shoulder once again and shifted his weight across his feet to settle into a more relaxed stance. He observed her a moment as she spoke, admiring the way her nose twitched to keep the scent she was tracking, the way her eyes narrowed to show her irritation.

She wasn't wrong. Somewhere along his meandering patrol he had wandered a fair distance beyond the border and never bothered to circle back, but the why and how of it all was unimportant now. When she turned his accusation against him his smile shifted into a mischievous smirk as his shoulders moved in something akin to a shrug as his tall frame turned at her prompting wave but didn't move completely out of the way. Just so she would have to push past him.

"Not see but smelled, one of ours, like you said. Figured it was just another patrol." He mused in a hushed tone as he fell in stride just behind and to the side of his newfound companion, whose name had escaped him. It was a bird, as far as he could recall, something short. Lark? Dove? He'd have to venture a guess at it later. "A bit further that way." He motioned vaguely with his free hand.








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POSTED: Tue Jan 17, 2017 10:05 am

Though she could maintain focus on what was important—the possibility of a wounded packmate, just beyond the borders—Dorado could not, and she felt his eyes reading her while she refused to meet them. There was a certain look and sound to him she found immediately intriguing, and the dusty, natural scents he carried enshrouded her like all the aromatherapeutic efforts of Juniper Peace and struck a subconsciously cozy chord. Of course, Dove would admit to none of it, and as long as she stayed focused, she allowed none of it to show through.

Falling beside her, he gestured a direction that Dove immediately followed. She waved a hand over her shoulder and said, positioning her bow and arrow, "Come on."

There was a moment's hesitance when the invisible borderline between staked skulls passed beneath her feet, but the Reverie pushed on. Her ears pressed back, betraying her otherwise focused body language.

When he caught up to her she asked at a whisper, "Is this kind of stuff normal around here? The things the ravens are reporting." She shivered. "I hoped it would be... safer, here."

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POSTED: Fri Jan 27, 2017 1:06 am

Sorry for the slow~ and for the poop post! Dx [ 212 ]

She quickly redirected toward where he motioned and he faithfully followed, dividing his attention between the task at hand and the swish of her tail, the way her hips swayed with her steps, the careful yet still somewhat unsure grip on her bow. She intrigued him, he wanted to know more about her, but her meager hesitation at the border had him resetting his focus.

Less determined to root out the source of the strange sounds and smells, Dorado let Dove continue to lead, though he did his best to keep all of his focus set upon their task. When her voice rose over the relative silence that had settled in around them, he shrugged slightly again, vaguely indifferent on the matter. "Where I come from, yeah, all the time, so I'm used to it. Can't say for sure if it's common around here though."

Admittedly, Dorado really hadn't been around long enough to make a firm decision on yes or no, and he didn't want to lie either way; giving her false hope that it was safe or further fear that it was not. So instead, he tried his best to offer reassurance, or whatever he could muster that at least resembled such a thing. "Whatever happens, I got your back."








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POSTED: Tue Jan 31, 2017 1:10 pm

Her senses divided between the followed scent and her armed companion, Dove crept with increasing hesitation and fear beyond the Infernian lines. What was she doing? She didn't know how to fight. She wasn't a leader, and she knew damn well she wasn't much of a talker either. She hated conflict. Why wasn't she leaving this to someone more equipped?

Perhaps because Dorado had appeared rather suddenly, and in the moment Dove hadn't wanted to look daft in front of him. Shit.

"Well. It's not like this where I come from." That was to say, of course, everywhere. "My pack wandered. We didn't trespass and we didn't stay anywhere long enough to bother somebody."

So much could have gone wrong. So much could be going wrong in her absence. For all she knew, her father, her mother, Gust and Mint—they could all be dead. Juniper Peace wasn't prepared, and all it would take was a few people with enough drive and weaponry to overwhelm the vast majority of Juniper peace-keepers. Dove shuddered, producing a brief and worried whine beneath her breath, before catching herself and returning to her shoulders the invisible, steely veil of indifference.

He had her back. She silently took refuge in the affirmation.

All at once Dove halted, her snout raised and ears perking. Hunching down she paired arrow to bow with shaking hands and signaled to him, listening to a nearby conversation. They spoke vaguely of the borders and the eastern forest and Dove knew at once this was not a wounded Infernian be rescued.

But a stick snapped underfoot. Their conversation stopped; with no further words exchanged, the brush roared with activity and footsteps, and by the time Dove rushed to the space their voices had came, there was no one to be found.

"Who's out there?" she screeched, her voice more panic than threat and demand. "Come back! Show yourselves!"

But no one came.

Discouraged and with heart pounding adrenaline throughout her limbs, she lowered her bow and glared in every direction. "Shit."

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