These hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough

POSTED: Wed Apr 04, 2018 4:02 pm

The skies were clear today, painted with a frosty blue that proclaimed to all that the warmth of kinder seasons were far away still. Dead men cared little for the change and flow of things, and settled into tedium existences. Rarely did he care to breach out and once more seize destiny -- those days were long gone and over, if they'd existed at all. Itachi wasn't sure anymore.

Despite his dull continuity, he suspected a tumor within, pulsing and growing, ever so slowly with each heartbeat. Not an illness of the flesh, but of the mind. He'd been a broken creature for so long. Accustomed to darkness as he was, ripples of changes could be felt when not seen. He'd fear for the rush of bloodlust and the bottomless pit that was his belly, but there was nothing. Itachi did not share his father's sickness. Perhaps it was another sign of his age that was creeping up on him. The blonde male wasn't young no more. His muzzle turned paler each year, white and even a few grey hues were slowly seasoning his appearance and settling into his pelt. The Lykoi feared not this; it was the way of things.

Everyone died. What made the world so terribly unfair was that he'd seen lives of the undeserving stretch longer and richer than creatures of kindness and affection. Itachi himself was an example of this -- a creature undeserving of the life that he lived. He knew it, others knew it. It was a long and terrible curse. And he made it all worse by doing terrible things to unfortunate others -- strangers undeserving of their fate, but chosen because they wouldn't be missed. How terrible it must be to be removed from history in such a manner. Yet, it was such a way he'd prefer to go, silent and invisibly, clutching someone he held dear. But things were not simple, and the world was unlikely to grant such gifts to monsters like him.

The Kingdom's eastern borders were silent today, bathed in the white noise of awakening forests and streams gurgling like drowned men. Eyes of freshly drawn blood squinted against the sharpness of daytime while he dreamed of the soft shades of night. The weight of the sword strapped against his back was familiar and comforting in a way only a warrior would know, but it was silent. Everything was silent, and he'd started asking himself why. There was nothing more dangerous than a quiet forest, but nothing happened and nothing changed. Yet, the feeling was there, crawling back and forth in his mind like a caged beast

And he wanted to blame the Revlisdaughter.

Things were changing in the Kingdom now, and news had traveled from the Outpost. His weakling daughter hadn't died in childbirth like her mother, and three children lived. Yet Itachi did not feel relieved. Instead, something akin to fear had settled into the darkened roots of his forlorn heart. He would send word to them, and tell them not to return to the Kingdom of thorns, lies and insatiable hunger. His son and his family couldn't be saved, but maybe Violeta's family could. If the dog she'd married had any sense he'd take her and their children across the ocean and never come back.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 08, 2018 8:27 pm

Spring was a time of frantic change fraught with endless green. The hillsides had begun to lose their coverings of snow and the trees that bordered the Pictou had begun to grow tiny buds of vibrant life. In the wake of Etoiles forgiveness he had felt light as air, eager to throw himself into his work and return to the cabin where he had invited her to stay. No longer did the dark woman sleep beneath the airy caravans roof, but instead slept curled against his back - her four-fingered hand clasped tightly in his own.

She watched him sleep most nights, the gentle rise and fall of his breath. Sometimes she counted them, one hand splayed out through the silver fur.

Brocade had left her in favor of his morning patrol, his soldiers frame twisted down into a compact secui beast that loped easily along the uneven trail. The air seemed fresh without the weight of frost or the potential for snow, and the man flagged his tail as he dropped his head around a rabbits warren to snuffle curiously at its many trails. Spring would bring with it a fine bounty for those that sought to profit from it - and Brocade felt prepared for what the new season would bring.

He was optimistic about his place here, about Etoiles place here.

About... Elphaba.

He balanced the two women precariously - but Etoile was always there, each day revealing some new layer that he hadn't expected to ever experience... not in the wake of Ferdinands death. He soaked her in greedily, savouring each moment they had together though he wasn't sure what it was that it was building toward. Adelia watched in silence, her large eyes infallible as she spied on the pair of them from her place on the stairs.

She knew that something had changed between them.

It worried her.

Brocade rubbed one of his shoulders against an ancient tree, groaning as thick winter fur cascaded away from him. Somewhere he could hear birds chirping - but as the bulky predator prowled along the forest floor everything went silent. He got to a place where another trail came to meet his and he chuffed in recognition. Itachi Lykoi was a warrior, one who Brocade found that he respected and as one of the oldest members of Salsola Brocade felt that the man had alot to teach... if he felt like speaking.

"Warden, He dipped his head, "Mind if I join you?"

Something crackled in the trees and for a moment both men stiffened, nostrils flared widely into the breeze. He was surprised as Etoile glided into the clearing - her night-dark fur gleaming across her secui form. Her muzzle tapered off delicately and even in this form it was obvious that she was female. "Thought you'd leave me behind?" She bumped her head against the mans shoulder, and then shook out her pelt.

The silver in her ears glittered as she glanced up at Itachi, "Bonjour."

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POSTED: Wed Apr 11, 2018 2:42 pm

I AM SORRY HE DOES NOT MEAN TO BE RUDE!

His solitude was not long-lived today. Against the pale sound of the world rose the slight rustle of approach, concealed well by the sound of silence that slithered about the pale Warden like a blanket of fog, unseen but keenly felt.

He didn’t turn immediately at Brocade’s approach, but gilded ears swivelled to the muted footsteps, recognizing the audio pattern of a quadrupal form. The Lykoi turned his face towards the salt and pepper secui form, and he casually dropped into a crouch to settle to the Henchman’s eye-level. He dipped his muzzle in a gesture that served as both a greeting and acknowledgment of the man’s question.

Ears perked up at the crackle of approach amidst the trees, and a dark creature stepped forth, blue and silver like a dear wintery night. Black pupils narrowed at her approach, drowning in the deep red hues of his Kimaris gaze. He suddenly felt very aware of the jagged feel of his jaws, and he glanced away from her foreign greeting.

Two was too many, three was a crowd. ”Who is she?” Itachi asked the man and not the woman. The Valentine’s choice of words could teach him much if the man spoke honestly. He’d seen her before and he’d seen how she moved and seen the tell-tale signs of the physical prowess of her silhouette.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 16, 2018 7:05 pm

The Warden was deeply enigmatic and for as much time as Brocade had spent with him patrolling or catching a glimpse of him at the Last Supper he was still a mystery. He spoke very little and had eyes that were ancient and cruel, deep and red just like the woman that lead them. Etoile was gazing at him curiously, her silver eyes bright in the din of the forest. "She is Etoile." She clicked her teeth, glancing up at the tawny man with his fletching of silver, "Who are you?"

Brocade lifted his lips, exposing a row of teeth as he snarled at the woman - "My pardons Warden, my Associate forgets her place."

Etoile's ears snapped back against her skull, and she released a silent hiss of air as she glared at The Henchman. She forgot sometimes that this place was layered with rule after tiny rule - and that even something as simple as this could be a transgression against someone of a higher rank. Brocade resisted the temptation to snap at her muzzle just as his ancestors had for a millenia - there was something deeply feral about being in his secui form that sung to his heart.

Instead he leveled a warning stare at the woman who lowered her head in apology to the older man who crouched before them.

"I am still learning." It was a sorry excuse, but she felt it was all she could offer.

"I have only been here a few weeks - there is so much tradition steeped in Salsola." She rolled her shoulders, sitting catlike with her paws set together primly. "You look like you have been here a long time."

Brocade rumbled, glancing towards the Milite man, "Are you still searching for him?"

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POSTED: Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:46 pm

The ochre Lykoi barely flicked an ear at the rise of the foreign female’s voice; once more in legible rebellion to his disgraceful course. Instead he peered to the curl of dark henchman lips and the display of jagged teeth shades younger than his own, rumbling and sweet with attitude and righteousness. Pardons, he said, his Associate. It wasn’t uncommon for lavish members to assume possession of others, and so Itachi merely observed it quietly, tongue stifled beneath mountains of ash and salt-sweet regret.

Recognizing in their feistiness what’d he’d lost with the comings and goings of tragedy and age, he lifted his hollow gaze towards the forests once more, blinking against the daylight as it streamed and danced among trees and shadows and unseen things. Unearthed by insubstantial slights towards his stature, he shrugged his tawny shoulders nonchalantly at the woman's atonement. He’d been there when the game of etiquette had been chiselled into Salsola’s foundations, but hadn’t ever been a believer beyond the simple theatrics.

It was a foul thing that the woman had to answer for a simple desire for dignity, but he settled easily with the Valentine’s sentiment, content with what’d been displayed. The woman settled, grace drawing a fine line along her spine, elegance finding root in even the most perverse of canine forms. The mature Warden was aware of his inclinations towards the secui skin– normally above such bias, trauma could sometimes be a powerful motivator.

Etoile thought he looked like he had been here for some time. He turned to her, considered her with that abandoned gaze of his. She was not wrong, ”I’ve been here always.”

He turned to the rumble of the dust-clad Henchman, drawn to his firefly eyes as they twinkled amongst silver and soft ivory. ”No,” he hadn’t thought much of the Revlisson after he’d stolen away through meadows and trees to sail with his beloved across the sea. ”He was found, but I let him go.” Salsola’s grudge wasn’t Itachi’s grudge. He’d had blood on tooth when he’d found Lokr, but the rage and hunger had withered underneath a greater truth, and he regretted nought.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 29, 2018 9:08 pm

She wanted to snap at him - to roil against these strange bars of tradition that held her silent beneath his golden gaze. There was a measure of camaraderie between the two men that she assumed came from their military backgrounds, but she felt herself standing straighter in an attempt to demonstrate that she too was a member of this faction. She had been born and bred to be a soldat - and it was something that ran through her blood regardless of her station.

Brocade flicked an ear towards her, but made no comment to the shifting of her weight.

He had once spoken to the Warden about his intent to hunt down that Pentiti - and he found that he still stood on the precipice of indecision. Lokr had been an advocate, an excellent tutor when it came to the many traditions that ran through the Thistle Kingdom like veins... but he had turned traitorous towards his family and the blood that tied him to this place. Brocade understood the reason for his exile, but was not sure if he agreed. Being faithful had never been one of his own strengths.

He glanced at Etoile as he thought this, and then righted his head to gaze at Itachi as he spoke.

He grunted, shrugging his shoulders - "Then he is to live out to rest of his life with regret for what he has done."

Etoile was pulling her brows together in confusion, "What did he do?"

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