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POSTED: Sat Feb 10, 2018 8:08 pm

Status was an interesting thing. Brocade had joined the pack with no concept of what it meant; a lonely Mercenary who had come along to Salsola in an effort to follow his sisters. He had never expected to fall in love with the Thistle Kingdom and the territory that it inhabited. He had never expected to find himself rising through the ranks, collecting jobs, and befriending the Kingdoms Heirophant. Brocade was a simple man, but something in the Kingdom had brought him out of himself - and he felt himself thriving.

He cast aside the doubt that he felt from his experience at the cliffs - for no matter how often he returned to the site he could never find any evidence of it actually happening. He had expected to find stones unturned or blood... but there was always nothing but the rushing water and the empty shoreline.

He was so sure that something had happened there.

So sure. But there was no proof, and he felt himself avoiding Elphaba with everything in his power.

Sometimes he could hear the darkling woman traipsing through the ruins, and he would linger just out of sight until she had passed by. He dedicated himself to his work and kept track of the buildings he found that could be considered as potential areas to move to. As a Henchman he was no longer required to live in Millstone Village with the other Associates, but the decision to move was a difficult one.

There was one area of The Ruins that he scavenged in more than others - and today he and Tonnerre rode along a burbling creek. A cigarette dangled from one corner of his dark lips, a trail of silver smoke following him as they headed through the trees.

for Duncan

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POSTED: Fri Feb 16, 2018 2:24 am

House hunting homies~ x3 [ 322 ]

Finn sighed, or at least it felt that way. It was a deep inhale followed by a slow and graduated exhale, his breath a hot cloud in the chilly morning air. It hung around his head a moment before it was wisked away by the passing breeze, his pace a slow and steady walk that carried his rider comfortably around the southern Ruins.

Duncan had no particular direction in mind and let his horse take the lead for the time being. His aim was to scout the eastern border from its southernmost periphery and circle north, skirting the winding Pictou up toward the mountains.

He pondered his route and a great many other things as Finn kept the sea on his right and followed the coast, circling around the dense heart of the Thistle Kingdom in favor of the open fringe. They carried on like that in silence for a good long while before the sharp bite of smoke tickled their noses and both rider and horse snorted away the scent suddenly.

Finn shook his head and Duncan blinked out of his daze as those piercing glacier blues rose from their blank stare at nothing to seek the source of the smell. It wasn't far off, a familiar horse and rider ambling along a small creek that snaked its way through the very edge of the Ruins and off to the bay. With a nudge from his heel Duncan took the reins loosely in his hand and angled his horse inland, the space between them closed to a comfortable distance within a few a moments.

"Good morning." The greeting was accented heavily with his smooth Irish brogue which slipped through a small but genuine smile, though it was not without a measure of effort. Duncan had very little reason to be mirthful as of late but in spite of it all, he smiled, though even that was beginning to weigh upon him.






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POSTED: Sun Feb 25, 2018 4:35 am

They rode together in relative silence. Tonnerres hooves crunched heavily in the hoary frost, and occasionally a clump of snow would fall from the trees and land haphazardly across their path. It was his horse that alerted him to the presence of another rider - and as he straightened in the saddle and recognized Duncan he allowed himself a nod of acknowledgement. The fellow Vedetto was often found riding through the territory, and Brocade found that he enjoyed the darker mans company.

"Duncan," Brocade tugged on his horses reigns and spun him so that they could properly stand along side one another, "What are you doing out this way?"

Tonnerre was tossing his head, all too eager to get back out onto the open trail - and he stamped his hooves against the snow.

The horse had been stabled for days - as Brocade had been forced to rest in the aftermath of his days at the cliffside. Elphaba had explained none of it to him - but he could remember the darkling boy and his thieving hands... but beyond that it was all darkness and waking in her bed, alone.

The memory of it had him sucking a long breath of smoke before allowing it to billow out into the wintry air.

"I was thinking of seeing what lay along the creek. Would you like to join me for a patrol?"

BROOOSSS

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POSTED: Fri Mar 23, 2018 11:05 pm

Sorry for being crazy slow! Dx [ 416 ]

"Headed out on patrol." Duncan replied simply as his shoulders moved in a motion akin to a shrug, though it looked more like a stretch or a roll of his muscles more than anything else. He was dressed in his usual attire for his job though his deep green tunic and dark brown leather pants were hidden away beneath the thick black fabric of his heavy winter cloak.

He really didn't need much protection from the cold. The winters in Airgid Gleann were just as harsh, if not moreso with the whip of wind coming off the ocean, and his wolfdog blood was thick beneath the plush double coat of his fur. Frankly, he didn't like the way his fur thickened in the colder seasons - it made him look... poofy - but it did well to block out the bite of cold in the air better than any fabric.

Finn blew a salutation at the other horse but flicked his tail uncomfortably at the fact that it was another male. Though well trained, the uncut stallion still had a wild streak, and didn't like to be in the presence of other males. Still, good training and a better rider won out over instinct and though he snorted slightly as Tonnerre stamped at the frozen earth, he made no move to challenge the other horse.

In the pause that settled between them Duncan wrinkled his nose a little at the scent of Brocade's cigarette and exhaled with purpose to blow the smoke away, but did so in a way that wasn't too obvious so as not to seem rude. He didn't care for smoking but did not condemn anyone who did it either, it was their choice and not his to protest, even if it was strange.

When Brocade spoke again, Duncan's ears twitched to bring his focus back to the other male, his small smile unfading. "Sounds good." He angled Finn to follow apace with Brocade and Tonnerre, doing well to keep enough space between them so their horses weren't crowding each other.

The Scout wondered what else remained undiscovered so close to the heart of Salsola but didn't doubt there were still secrets out there, and with his glacier blue eyes always pointed outward, it was a nice change of pace to look around within the pack's claim. Not much for idle chit-chat, Duncan asked the first thing that popped into his head, joking lightly. "You ever going to find yourself a proper house?"






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POSTED: Sun Apr 01, 2018 6:11 pm

It was always strange when members of the Milite came together – or even Vedettos for that matter. The jobs tended to attract a certain type of individual and often times they accomplished their duties alone or with little interaction. Brocade was not one known for his jovial spirit, but something about Duncan had him lightening beneath the peppering of conversation.

Salsola was a pack with many moving pieces and often members jostled against one another for rank and attention. Brocade had finally begun to understand the game of which his sister had spoken of on occasion and found himself smack dab in the middle of a perilous move. Millstone Village had been his home since he had first joined the Thistle Kingdom – but he and Krios had begun to discuss finding something in The Ruins, as befitted their new station.

He glanced at Duncan as they rode, ”I have thought about it… but so far nothing has caught my eye.”

He offered a crooked grin to the other Vedetto, ”The Ruins seem to be a crowded place.”

He had considered moving farther afield to the home that Hyacinth had long since abandoned near the Blackwood - but there was something strange to be said for following so closely in someone elses footsteps. Hyacinth had found magic in the shadow of that wood, and so he refused to have anything to do with it.

His heart sang for sharper sweeter things - he wanted to be close to running water and mountain air. It was something that he refused to give up – those long nights spent basking beneath pristine starry skies.

He pinched the cigarette between his teeth, ”It is an awful habit.” Smoke wafted from his nostrils as he dug in his pockets to offer one to the Irishman.

BROOOSSS

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