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Brocade - SSS

POSTED: Tue Dec 26, 2017 12:57 am

Helena Troy Lykoi
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The world settled in to its winter grasp and brought freezing weather with howling winds. These she enjoyed listening to from within the comfort of the protecting stone walls that made up their tower. Often though there were breaks in the storms and a quiet, chill morning would arrive that showed gleaming blue skies with nary a wisp of cloud to obscure them, These she liked better.

Wrapped up in her shawl, the cold did not bite as hard as it ought and her crunching footsteps carried her around the small, still garden. Ensconced within the frost, there was only death to meet her tending, but she mulched and swept free the crackling ice and held off the march of the winter, properness must be observed at all times.

Later, when the chill had made its way too far into her dressings, she made her way inside to warm up by the gently flickering fire and work some more on the mysterious basket that she had been quietly hoarding to herself.

"Speech". Thinking.

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POSTED: Fri Dec 29, 2017 12:00 am

Brocade would never have considered himself an expert gift giver – but there was something about the Yule season in Salsola that seemed to turn even the most stalwart soldier to seek out the festivity. It was infectious, and though Brocades first reaction when the parcel had flown through his broken window had not been to deliver gifts (it had been to fight and slash with snapping teeth) but the scarves had surprised him. Someone had recognized the crimson scarf he wore on most occasions and had cut great swaths of blue and purple for him to wear. He had stood for a long time holding the thing until atlast a smile had bloomed upon his face and he had set to work.

Helena was a woman he knew very little about – and sometimes he wondered about his little sister Calla and the company she kept. Bob-tailed Calla had a large family of Valentines and Silevues, but now she had two mates as well. Brocade knew very little about Till Van Ulrich and Helen Von Troy, but had decided that he would gift something to the pregnant woman for the new cubs that would soon enough join their ever-growing family. Julius and Chester reminded him of his siblings when they had been young – but Brocade had found himself spending more and more time away from Millstone Village and instead lost himself to the surrounding forest.

Being outside felt good and right, and sometimes it was easier to exist in simple silence.

The items he had crafted were simple things – but he found that he had taken great pleasure in the creative process. His hands were nimble despite their size, and so he had constructed a mobile for Helena and her soon to be born children – made of drift wood, feathers, and pieces of shiny objects he had scavenged for along the broken coast line. Leather thongs held each item in place, and when it was held aloft the many pieces dangles and caught the light. Dirge had built something like it once for the Caravan, and Brocade had taken his inspiration to heart. Antler pieces that have been left over from his gift to the Hierophant had been sanded and rubbed into the appropriate sizes, and would soon be the perfect soother for a teething cub.

And so it was that he padded his way to his sisters home. He knocked once, and stood a respectable distance from the door.

Thank you for being so patient <3

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POSTED: Sat Jan 13, 2018 11:30 pm


Yuletide was a Salsolan tradition she had been informed. It was a celebratory occasion that appealed to her with great delight. Often with gifts there came a certain expectancy that the equal value would be repaid in future, from either to be decided favors or something more materialistic. This was a chance to shatter the status quo just for a while and break new boundaries that might otherwise had remained solid, such as forming a more intimate relationship with her good-brother.

It was her experience that men, no matter how high class or dirt poor, all adored whatever foods they could get their hands on. Ergo an appropriate gift for a male associate would be a basket of edible goods and delectable treats he could take home with him and enjoy at leisure. It was also an excellent opportunity for Helena to practice those skills and recipes that she not yet a chance to with the resulting products that did not meet her exacting standards gratefully consumed by the sextant of ever hungry mouths she fed.

The mysterious Brocade was proving to be as elusive as the fabled Blackwoods Ghost. Often when she passed by his home it was empty without a reasonable scent trail for her to follow and the Lykoi was only slightly miffed at his apparent skill of disappearing into thin air. It was a surprise then that he could come and seek her out, also apparently infected with the strangely festive cheerfulness; And wearing one of the scarves she had knitted for him, her smile of greeting was wide.

"Come in, come in. You must be freezing. She graciously accepted him into the warmth of the shared home and out of the frigid cold. The (also traditional) Salsolan greeting was observed, a formality that she did not really see the need for between family, even estranged family.

The inside was a neatly arranged organized chaos. With four children of various staged of growth as well as three and sometimes four adults, finding space for everyone's things was becoming more of a challenge every day.

"I zee you found my gift." Her eyes danced, obviously enamored by this occasion of gift-giving.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Sun Feb 11, 2018 12:55 am

When Helena answered the door he was reminded of the french womans beauty - her mismatched eyes were warm and glowing above her long tapered sight-hound nose. Her hair hung in loose dark curls around her shoulders and he considered this beauty critically. Calla had always coveted beautiful things and the silver man could remember when his tiny sister had decided to dock her own tail in the name of beauty. It made sense to him that she would surrounded herself with beautiful things. Calla's children were beautiful and now Helana expected her own cubs - and Till was he supposed the father of both litters.

It was a confusing bloodline, all of them mixed together - but Brocade found that he was accepting and curious as to how their relationship transpired.

Brocade rumbled his greeting and followed the woman into the warm interior of her home. They exchanged a Salsolan greeting, clasping hands and pressing cheeks - but Brocade immediately took up a position towards the centre of the room - assessing and quietly watching as the pregnant woman closed the door behind him. It was obvious that the space was cramped - what with developing cubs and a trio of adults who each took up their own space - But Brocade made no mention of it and placed his gift upon the closest surface.

<"Thank you for your gift Helena,"> He spoke in their native tongue, the french sliding easily from his mouth, <"The scarves are wonderful."> He pointed towards the basket, <"I hope what I have brought you is acceptable.">

Thank you for being so patient!

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POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 4:42 am


Brocade in certain ways reminded her of Calla, perhaps a tilt of the head this way or a raise of the eyebrows. It set an all together different type of fondness alight in her stomach. His scent was masculine and not obscured by the flowery perfumes that many within Salsola favored, it was good to simply smell the pines of the forest and the fresh air.

<"You are most welcome, if they get torn or need a patch just bring them back."> Her stomach, while not overly large, now led her everywhere she went, arriving first. With a barely concealed eagerness she attended to her own gift, drawing out the tenderly created mobile, drawing the dangling shinies through dainty fingers. Her nose twitched as the scents of the ocean still lingered faintly, a salty tang.

She could imagine it, attached to the bassinet that she already had ready awaiting their welcome, spinning gently in the slight breezes that whirled in their tower. For several moments it was as though she had forgotten Brocade was even there, such was her scrutiny and her far away look, seeing something off into the future of tomorrow.

Abruptly she looked back up to the Valentine, a bright, grateful smile blossoming across her elegant face and she clutched the mobile to her chest,

<"Oh.. it's wonderful... thank you Brocade."> She spoke earnestly and set back the gift into its basket, ready and waiting for the children to make their grand entrance to the world.

Let by her stomach still she walked to a carved wooden box, courtesy of Duncan, and opened it. The basket was withheld from his gaze until she turned back to present him with the heavy woven basket, having it over

Underneath the hand knitted cloth covering there many delicious delights and tasty treats for a man to enjoy at his leisure. She would explain what each thing was to him as he revealed it.

<"My mother always said that the best gift for a man was food.">

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POSTED: Fri May 11, 2018 10:53 am

Brocade would never have considered himself a family man, though his time in Salsola bad shown him that there was value in the connection between blood. Helena was related to him through marriage, but he knew little to nothing about the woman - what with Callas quiet demeanor and Brocades rare visits.

He glanced at her swollen belly as she opened his gift and curled his lips thoughtfully.

His voice was pleased, <"I hope they like it too.>

When she waddled away from him he was confused, his war-torn ears flicking after her. His fingers toyed with the tasseled edges of the scarf she had given him, and he allowed himself to settle in a nearby chair.

The basket she brought seemed too large for her delicate hands. <"What's this?'">

She was grinning again, and as she lifted the cloth to reveal the food hidden beneath he couldn't help the laughter that escaped him.

<"Oh Helena! This is too much.">

Thank you for being so patient!

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POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 1:52 am

Helena Troy Lykoi

It might have almost made her sad, had she still felt an emotional connection to him. Her father had sat the same way, after a long day. Unwelcome memories tugged at her psyche and Helena ruthlessly shoved them aside. They had no place here, in her life any longer. The skull and pelt reminded her of that regularly.

Her tongue traveled over sharp teeth, as she revealed his present with a graceful flourish. Her mother was proven right, his delighted expression attesting to this and Helena was vindicated. The scent of crusty fresh bread curled upwards.

Blood was strong and yet sometimes it meant nothing. She had nothing of love or compassion for her dead sire any longer; yet she was still connected to the larger Lykoi family and their broad trailing fingers. Many resided within Salsola and if what she had learned to be true within Inferni, she shared blood with their esteemed Boss and the royal family. These were the connections she chose to focus on.

<"There is always too much left over, I enjoy baking and experimenting. You're my test subject."> Here she laughed, a light, trilling sound that fluttered about the large space of the kitchen.

Leaning back against the edge of the table, she pointed out each particular gift in turn as he plucked them from the basket,

<"The bread is made with a mix of coarse flours. I had to send for it from Portland, my pestle can't crush the flour fine enough."> Maybe eventually she'd think on a workaround but her time was short and her days were full.

<"The meats are all different, elk, deer, rabbit..."> One by one Helena told Brocade of her gifts, cured meats that were smoked or salted or rolled in fragrant dried herbs, many cut thin and dried into jerky for traveling. Dehydrated leather-like rolls made of a mix berries that her mother had shown her how to make as a child. There were multiple pouches of mixed salts and seasonings that had been plucked from Salsola's gardens the prior autumn and dried, two bottles of elderberry wine that she had traded for and a decanter of grain alcohol. The pièce de résistance was a whole baker's dozen of spiced meat pies wrapped in golden pastry cooked over the fire, all for Brocade himself to consume.

Finished with her verbose explanations Helena rose from the table edge and poured herself a cup of water, and then another for Brocade, passing it to him and taking a sip of her own; watching him for his reactions with the constricted apprehension of someone who yearned for constructive criticism.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
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