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Silas and Zaccheaus

POSTED: Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:48 pm

Word Count → 400+ :: Back-dated, and left purposefully vague. Let me know if you want anything changed.

Everett could admit to himself there were many things he did not know. On this occasion, however, he was fairly certain they were lost.

Their tracks disappeared beneath treacherous ground, which glittered with frost. A glance toward the sky confirmed their journey was to become more precarious, as flakes drifted downward. Scents were scarce upon the air as the Ames inhaled, and tasted vague trails that lingered this way and that. As the day had wore on and the skies became heavier, prey had wisely hidden itself from the hungry eyes of predators such as the loners. These lands were plentiful to those who knew how best to bend an opportunity to their advantage, or else were blessed by the gods of these harsh lands. Everett lacked the time or energy to dwell on the idea itself, and was merely content that his early morning hunt had proved fruitful.

Olivia tilted an ear backward as she halted a few steps ahead of him. "Those trees over there. We've been here before." As though the collie could guess what his question had been she sighed, "I marked them with my claws the last time we were here." The gentleman padded to her side and glanced at the trees she had mentioned. Gouges marked the bark as she had said. The tricoloured woman wrapped her arms about her chest as she leaned against a trunk. "I'm so tired of running, Everett. When will this be over...?" The male lingered at her side as he gently touched her shoulder, "Worry not, dear. We have both travelled a long way on little food or rest." He waited until she nodded before he suggested they rest for a while. "Come on, I can see shelter, it is not much further" he said briskly as he led her towards a clearing protected from the elements by the shadows of tall pines.

Every crack of hard ground or sweep of brush beneath their feet had Olivia tensed. Everett had observed the woman's behaviour with growing concern. Although she tried to hide her panic, the other could tell. From the way her eyes widened at a sudden noise, or the way her coat and body had lost lost its former splendour. The man's thoughts were disturbed by a flash of silver in the underbrush, which caused his hair to rise. A low growl at his side alerted him to Olivia's comforting presence as she moved swiftly in front of him, while her hands slowly found their grip upon her bow.

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POSTED: Wed Feb 08, 2017 10:23 pm

OOC: Gonna say that this is some ways from the camp just so that wouldn’t alert all the other Boreas, haha. And this is not cruddy watchu talkin’ about <3 Sorry my post is weird, you can skip below the break.

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Restlessness was getting the better of Zacchaeus, his guardian thought. He frequently took up his sword and patrolled the woods around the camp, insisting that since the coyotes had stolen back their leader that another group wouldn’t be far behind. And Silas agreed with that assessment, though he thought that Zacchi patrolled for the sake of finding someone to pick a fight with rather than for the sake of the group. He was too rash and unfocused to be of much service.

But Silas could not babysit him all day, as several others in the army remarked to him—some with sympathy and others with a sneer at the boy’s expense. Resignation as much as discipline stayed him from jumping to his nephew’s defense. They were all right, and so Silas spent time around the camp while the boy was on guard, cleaning his horse’s hooves and sharpening blades.

Guilt and unease overtook him when Zacchaeus was gone for longer than his shift, and Silas grabbed for his halberd and took off into the woods, ignoring a jeer behind him cut short by someone’s—probably Selah’s—admonishment.

The dark-cowled wolf moved quietly through the pines, sniffing and catching his nephew’s scent right away, and headed along the trail.
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Meanwhile, Zacchaeus crouched by a creek and scooped a handful of water up to his mouth, lapping from this and splashing his face. Then he stood and ran a hand through hair cropped short—soldierly, he’d always viewed it, and remembered teasing his uncle for his scraggly overlong hair when he was little. He allowed himself a smile at the thought, warmth lighting round gold eyes.

Everything that Zacchi did was meant to reflect the behavior of a proper soldier—except for the discipline. He had not been blind to the true atrocities committed by Scintilla in his homeland, and knew since his mother was killed that people died every day in war, but the attainment of honor and respect was at the forefront of his thoughts and motivations. He needed to earn this.

Stepping softly on pine needles, the Kasper made another circuit around the farthest perimeters of their little “claim,” keeping an eye out. That the coyotes had gotten so close bothered him, and he was on edge.

So when he scented strangers, he wasted little time in sneaking closer and drawing his sword.

They were dogs, not coyotes, but the pack of heathens west of Inferni had mongrels of all sorts. They disguised their scents too, some of their scouts claimed. These strangers could easily be from Salsola. He didn’t want to take a chance.

Zacchaeus slipped from the trees, sword drawn and bottom jaw thrust forward, a lower canine tooth gleaming. He growled. “Where do you think you’re going?”

POSTED: Sat Feb 18, 2017 12:11 pm

Word Count → 400+ :: Hope this is okay. Sorry for the wait

Time was measured in a flood of senses; the flash of Olivia's teeth as her snarl hit the air, the hum of an quiver being drawn, the smell of fear and anger as they lingered on the air. The unmistakable musk of wolf drifted toward the dogs as Everett tensed behind his taller, sturdier partner. Blood hummed in his ears, and its echo filled the surrounding area. His gaze settled on a particular spot in the brush, but he did not see what was in front of him. Visions swam to the fore-front of his mind, as their forms twisted and solidified. Everett's stomach clenched as a face rendered unforgettable loomed closer. In mute horror, he was a prisoner to the ruined visage that dared him to meet its own unblinking eyes.

And then his world was falling down, as the vision faded from view. Everett heard his name called sharply, and felt a hand clasp his elbow. He processed the changes slowly, from standing to stumbling. The male looked up in time to catch the wide-eyed glance Olivia gave him, but he couldn't comprehend the sounds she made. Sounds slowly bled into his trance-lit state, and he was painfully aware of how loud everything was. He stared numbly at the arm that grasped him, pinned him to the spot. His hands trembled from the after-effects of the vision. He met the woman's eyes, and waited for the craquelure to clear. "Everett, it's happening again isn't it?" Olivia's voice cut through the haze and he finally found his voice. "I'm sorry."

With her body bent and one arm holding her bow whilst the other supported the male, she was vulnerable. Everett waved his hand to her as he affirmed he was fine. She maintained her hold on him until his tremors ceased. The tang of wolf filled the air, a portent of an oncoming threat. As a dark shape slipped from the cover of the forests, Olivia adjusted her stance so that she was covering her charge with her body. Old habits had a way of bubbling up to the surface. The alabaster male narrowed his eyes at the youth who blocked their way, as his gaze lingered on the sword he held aloft. Something about the way the stranger held himself, or perhaps the way his chin jutted out spoke to Everett of someone who believed they had something to prove.

The youth's growled question mingled with Olivia's own savage threat. The gentleman placed a hand on the woman's shoulder to quell the response that lingered there. "We are new to these lands and did not mean to trespass. Please, we mean no harm." Pale eyes shot a look to his companion as she made a noise of disgust deep in her throat. Olivia maintain a relaxed hold on her bow and string, her body taut and prepared as the husky mutt waited at her side.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:16 am

00+ Sorry this post is bad, wanted to get you something since I am slow. ;-;

Zacchaeus growled, flexing his fingers on the hilt of the hand-me-down blade and looking over the pair of mongrel dogs suspiciously. A little pale, willowy male with fine dress and a taller archer woman -- armed, but defensively braced in front of her apparent charge. The man claimed that they didn't mean to trespass, that they meant no harm, but Zacchi didn't believe them. Aggressive, he took another step closer.

If you mean no harm, toss down your weapon, the silver-buff youth sneered at the collie woman, angling the point of his sword to the hand on the curved wood.

And this was what Silas saw when he arrived.

The dark-cowled soldier was generally content to linger behind when Zacchi picked fights, stepping in only when it seemed that the youth needed help -- but the death of the Salsolan woman and the deaths of several comrades afterward had made him prone to caution that his nephew seemed to ignore. He didn't want to take chances, didn't want to let Zacchi make his own mistakes if they would lead to his death. He wanted to bring his nephew home.

He emerged from the undergrowth wordlessly, ignoring a startled flash of yellow eyes from his nephew, and set hands on the halberd staff threateningly.

POSTED: Sat Mar 18, 2017 4:40 pm

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The menace that lingered in the yellow eyes of the youth was not lost on Everett - his body tensed as an ear swivelled anxiously to fold against the side of his skull. Pink lips parted to allow air to rush in and out of his lungs as he tried to consider a beneficial outcome to their situation. Time seemed to flow sluggishly as his pale gaze flicked from the silver and gold wolf to the sword he held outward. His palms felt slick where his hand rested on Olivia's shoulder. Concerned amethyst eyes glanced toward Everett as she sensed his tremors return, as she tightened her grip upon the bow. She would be his strength, his shield, as she had always been. As she had promised. A growl tore from the collie's jaws as the swordsman inched closer, her features mirrored his own.

One ear angled forward as the Ames listened to the vaunting youth, and noted the curl of his lips as he spoke. His tongue worked at the sides of his mouth as he considered the course of action to take. Everett could place his trust wholly in Olivia - it was he that was the vulnerability in this. A frail body coupled with inexperience of the plants of the land could lead to disaster should he suffer minimal injuries, if he was lucky. The piebald contemplated searching through his belongings for the old, rusted kitchen knife if things became dire and tucked the idea aside. Everett tasted the air, and recognised the swordsman's scent as belonging to a group of wolves. They had been warned about the group along their journey; murmurs of mindless zealots echoed loudly in his mind.

Olivia would not heed the threats of the youth, her teeth bared in a grimace. She would not endanger Everett's life, no more than she would ignore a confrontation that endangered him. Her arms ached and protested at the sustained inactivity they had been forced into. How she longed to let an arrow loose and release the built-up pressure. Her hold loosened momentarily as he male beside her staggered backwards; their combined gazes lingered on a coal and ash figure who approached silently from the brush behind the swordsman. A flash of alarm lit the youth's eyes as the elder paused behind him.

Everett kept his eyes trained on the halberd and its wielder. He would have to hope that this male would be able to see reason and desist from this senseless encounter. "Warrior, elder, please. I ask that you would speak to this young swordsman. We are simple travellers who have lost our way. We mean you no harm; we attempted to leave before we were threatened."

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POSTED: Thu Mar 30, 2017 3:43 am

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Zacchaeus grimaced and narrowed his eyes, jutting his chin so that a bottom fang shone curled over his lip. He seemed irritated that his uncle had come to rescue him again -- another chance to prove himself alone dashed to pieces. Barely restrained violence rippled through him as he took another step forward, bristling as the pale husky chose to appeal to his uncle.

But if he sought mercy from Silas, the loner would find none. The only mercy was that naturally granted by pragmatism rather than a soldier's whim, and if they had laid a hand on Zacchi then they would both be dead -- that was that. Silas drummed fingers along the pole of the halberd and turned stern green eyes in the young man's direction before he jerked his muzzle toward the bow in the woman's grip.

It doesn't look to me like you're tryin' real hard to leave, Silas said.

POSTED: Mon Apr 03, 2017 3:58 pm

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A low whine escaped Everett's maw as he yawned, in an attempt to inhale air into burnt lungs. His eyes narrowed on the youth's expression, and the show of a fang beneath a lip. if he were to judge from the other's bearing, it seemed apparent that he would not be sated till blood had been spilled. silver-tipped ears pulled against his skull as he diverted his gaze to the ground, his thoughts in tatters.

The urge to pace was maddening - his legs felt rooted to the very ground he stood upon, and his hands trembled at his sides. Damn, he cursed inwardly as his lips dipped in frustration. curled tail brushed past his companion as it rested around his leg. Everett glanced upward briefly to watch the silver and gold wolf approach, his muscular form doubled with his hackles now raised. The male turned his attentions pleadingly toward the darker elder; his throat tight with dread and anticipation.

The drummed beat that the elder played along pole of his weapon echoed the roar of blood in his ears. Everett could feel the warm, protective barrier of Olivia at his back and wished he had left sooner. They did not need to linger here, as prey for unjust predators to toy with. If only he could trust in his body not to fail him. The collie woman had started to lose her hold on her bow when she was gestured at, and quickly re-balanced her stance as the male drawled an answer. Her ward's hand upon her shoulder stopped the growled retort that died within her throat. A look exchanged between the two as Olivia slowly lowered her weapon, her amethyst gaze never leaving the emeralds of the other.

Wordlessly, and as though woken from a trance, the silver-touched gentleman stepped backwards. Olivia paused as she swept a hard gaze across both men before she followed Everett's lead.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 26, 2017 2:35 pm

00+ A little powerplay, just vague reference to Olivia fighting back -- let me know if I should change! They can run off in your post so we can wrap this old thing up. <3

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The stand-off was silent but for a creak in the pale dog's stressed whine. Tension rippled through all four members of the party, hackles risen and eyes tense as each waited for the other side to make a move that would escalate this to violence. The threat and dominance Silas displayed was clear enough, though; he would not permit them to linger here much longer even if they had not been at fault. He would chastise Zacchaeus in private later, but against potential enemies he would take his nephew's side.

Reason won out against arrogance, however, and the loners began to retreat -- one step, another, the woman's bow lowered. As the threat diminished, so too did Silas' aggressive demeanor, and he relaxed his grip ever so slightly on the halberd.

Then in a flash of silver, Zacchaeus rushed forward.

His sword arced and blood spilled from a pale shoulder, and Silas snarled as the female retaliated to protect her companion. He intercepted her before she could lash out at Zacchaeus, shouting Run! to both the boy and the injured loner, and felt his flesh grazed as a result. He slammed the pole end of the halberd forward in an attempt to wind her, his teeth snapping if she dared step closer into his space, while Zacchi snarled but at an increasing distance.

Get out of here!

POSTED: Sun May 07, 2017 12:22 pm

Beneath the glitter and behind the lace

Everett's heart raced, as he addressed the situation. Whilst he was accustomed to being involved in unfortunate, hostile situations on account of being an untouchable it was not something he relished. His tongue washed the sides of his muzzle as he tasted the air and panted. Glacial orbs kissed the ground as he resumed his steady retreat, only occasionally raising them to glance at Olivia. The tri-coloured lady wore an expression that allowed a single canine to extend from beneath her upper jaw as she continued to glare. Limbs tightened as she forced herself to follow her ward's stead. She could not combat the rush of frustration that swept through her; and yet, if she could put her own feelings aside she could admit the encounter had ended as well as it could have done. They had escaped unharmed and whole.

In the next heartbeat, that statement changed.

The silver youth darted forward, at a pace that took both dogs unawares. In the depths of wide, icy eyes the upward motion of a sword could be discerned. Everett stifled a cry between clenched jaws as he flinched instinctively away. "Everett!"

In that moment, Olivia advanced into the silver-tipped male's now vacant position and let forth curses in French. She surged forward, with arms held outward from her body and clawed digits curled and ready to strike. Molten amethyst eyes locked onto the silver-and-gold youth when the older male obstructed her way. Lost to the pain they had been dispensed with, she turned her attentions upon the other. With a snarl, she raked her claws through the giant's flesh, and swept to the side as she noticed his grip tighten on the halberd he held. The elder's assault was swift - whilst she had tried to maintain distance between herself and the weapon in question it's impact was felt as it slammed into her. Olivia reeled backwards as she pressed her hands to the pain that blossomed in her core and upper body.

Everett watched on helplessly. Furtive glances at the wound revealed a hideous gaping hole amid the now torn white sleeve of his shirt, and once pristine coat matted with warm scarlet. The vile scent of his own blood and fear permeated his surroundings. Bile, sour and unwelcome, rose in his throat. With a wrinkled nose, he applied his tongue to the injury, and fought back the urge to gag. The gentleman's bloodied head snapped upwards as a command was bellowed at them, whilst a hand clutched at the gap in his shoulder to stem the flow. The gesture was futile, and he knew it, but in his panic to quit this place he didn't care. "Olivia, now!"

The collie nodded once as she turned away from the wolves and ambled to his side. Her hands moved swiftly from clutching at her slowly surfacing bruises to lace one hand into Everett's trembling fingers. "I-I'm s-sorry, my lord." The male raised a brow at the formal address and shook his head at her, as a slow smile framed his lips. Another repeated warning hung in the air. In answer to this, Olivia took hold of his arm firmly as she let him lean against her as she supported his meagre frame.

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