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p, Mads | Bathurst

POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 7:24 pm

400 /shakes off the rust/ oh ye, le's go \o/

It seemed that everyday that passed, the heavier the hot summer air got over the Estate. Her last letters to Portland had a very urgent and grim tone as she readied herself for the coming future, reaching out for her contacts there and making preparations. The usually cozy library grew stifling, and Tzila found herself roaming the grounds of Bathurst more often than she did tending to her duties as librarian. It didn't seem to matter that much anymore. The recent events in Sapient weighted on her, and she could feel where they were headed, even if she didn't dare to put words to the feeling. But she was no fool, and she saw it on the eyes of everyone else around her.

She avoided the forge, not even looking in it's direction. Tzila didn't get to know Leonardo as much as she wished she had, and even though they worked together on a few book translations, she never managed to make an actual friend out of him. It was a grim thought, but considering what became of him, she was kind of glad for it. One less person to fully mourn.

The Napier took a moment to sit down on a piece of torn wall, the stone and wood reclaimed by the vines and shrubs of nature, but still visible to her knowing eye. The scent of the pack in the air was dwindling, not many bothering to keep up the scent marks anymore, a gentle whisper of it in the warm wind tickling her hair. It was melancholic, to think about what would come next for her, for her packmates she once called friends and family. The Sapient was so lost in her thoughts, she startled when there was a sudden weight on her lap and then huffed out a laugh. Itzal, the black tomcat, had tracked her down and decided her lap was the best place to rest his weary paws. Her slender fingers found the soft fur along his spine, brushing along it in long, pensive strokes, the feline purring softly with the attention.

Lemon eyes watched as the sun made its tired trek toward the horizon, not quite day and not quite a sunset, and Tzila couldn't help but draw comparisons to her home. So tired, the light not yet ready to dim away, but not strong enough to keep up its glare of yore.
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POSTED: Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:59 pm

go go go! :)

Truly the downfall could not have come at a poorer time. For as the days crept closer and closer towards the height of the summer months, Mads crept closer and closer to life as a father. In a few short weeks, he (alongside Moon Moon of course) would be responsible for the lives of blind, helpless creatures that their union had created. Well, their union and the union of Moon and her friend from Amhurst. Still, he didn't have much time to do fret. Taking care of the hoard of livestock he claimed as his own (bolstered by the now gravid goat) took up most of his time and most of his remaining time was spent around Moon and he refused to allow her to stress as much as he did.

Any spare time he had was usually spent strolling around his old Sapient haunts. He could feel it in his bones that this was the end of the frat pack and he knew that raising children without the protection of a pack was too much to risk. He couldn't remain on former Sapient lands without the protection that, Shaamah for example, could extend. Thus, he felt it necessary to imprint the scenery as much as he could on his brain before he left for good.

It seemed someone else had the idea too. Tz-something... Someone he'd not really spent time with in the past. Someone he knew only vaguely. Still, she would likely prove better company than his livestock, so oblivious to the likely upheaval heading their way. 'Hey...' he said simply, resting on the fauna covered wall himself.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 21, 2018 5:22 pm

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Tzila lost herself in the scenery around herself, her bright eyes almost glowing by the sinking sun. How long has it been since she just, stopped and breathed in the world around her? It felt like a lifetime ago, a life spent in dark castle halls and clouded with wicked magic, a life among murderers and backstabbers. The Napier thought she had finally escaped selfish tyrants and their sordid deeds, and yet all this time, she and her pack had been sharing meals and a roof with one. She had always known Nivosus wasn't exactly a saint, but she didn't think his sins went much beyond constant drunkenness and just being a jerk in general. But, cold-blooded murder, filicide? It knotted her stomach with a familiar pain.

She might as well have stayed in Anathema.

The Napier was distracted from those grim, bitter thoughts by the grooming licks of the tomcat against the fur on her wrist. His attention brought a smile to her face, since he wasn't usually this cuddly, but she would take whatever affection the cat deigned to give. She'd never admit it, but Tzila could really use some reassurance right now. If anything, she'd still have the cat beside her.

A large ear twitched at the sound of footsteps, and she glanced towards it to see a faintly familiar figure. She had seen the man before, usually around the livestock whenever she went down to the stables to look after Lorea and saddle her up for a lap around the borders. Tzila had taken more care with keeping up the pack's archives after the whole spiked wine fiasco, even working on a historical record of the pack, including general descriptions of past and current members. Just in case. 'Mads Ibsen; male hybrid, dark of coat, light eyes.' She could remember scribbling down those words back when he heard he had joined the pack.

She looked away as he approached and sat down by her, part of her preferring if he had left her be, and part of her glad for the company of another Sapient. "Hey..." She replied, letting the greeting slip into a moment of silence before sighing. Itzal looked over to him, looking a bit annoyed by the wolfdog's presence but not enough to leave his comfortable spot on her lap. "So, are you leaving too?" The librarian asked, needing to know what would become of her frat mates.
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POSTED: Sun Jul 22, 2018 5:12 pm

It was a sorry situation and Mads felt oddly unsettled by just how unconcerned he was with what Nivosus had committed. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been there at the time. The name Miwa meant nothing to him, all he knew of her was that Shaamah and Hibiki both had a great amount of dislike towards her, even now dead, and he trusted their judgment well enough. The Conflict, again, was little to him, even though he realised how serious an issue horse rustling could be considering his upbringing.

And Leonardo?

Well, he and the Italian had had no more than a few brief encounters, but he'd never struck Mads as being a troublesome individual at least. A sorry situation indeed, and one that was proving to be a source of great torment for the Dane.

Ghostly eyes gave the cat a stony glance in return. Although an animal lover, there had always been something about cats that had never struck Mads as appealing. Maybe it was because all the animals he usually took care of were prey animals and too simple to think for themselves.

'Ah don' know...' he admitted with a tired huff. 'Ah don' wanna leave, wi' Moon th' way she is... 'S too dangerous, no' even jus' wi' havin' no claim t' land, y'know? We go' medics here an'... an' friends... an'-' There wasn't much more he could say. His turmoil was evident, just as everyone's was.
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POSTED: Fri Jul 27, 2018 7:04 pm

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Tzila didn't miss how the man and the cat traded a look, the tom's tail swishing back and forth once before looking away and going back to ignoring the luperci. Itzal was an aloof character, usually ignoring everything and everyone whenever he deigned to show himself, only really enjoying to be pet by Tzila and even those moments were rare. The cat did paw at her wrist, and she knew that was a cue to scratch behind his ear or under his chin.

Her question seemed to open up the man to his troubles, and she looked over to him in sympathy. Of course, she didn't have a pregnant mate to worry over, but finding yourself without a pack and nowhere safe to go was something she could relate to. "I see... Well, I'm no medic or warrior, but if it's any help, I won't be leaving the Estate for a while. So if you decide to stay until the pups arrive, I can keep you company and watch your backs." She offered, glancing down at the cat in her lap as she considered her thoughts. "And if not that, I'm sure you can find some helpful folk by Amherst, and the Blackrusts over at the bar have been close to the pack in the past." She mentioned as well.

"I'm only sorry I can't be much help, besides sharing what I know." Tzila said, not really regretting the path she has taken in life and the career she has devoted herself to. In the grand scheme of things, being able to read and write wasn't much useful without a pack to support your work, to help provide for your other, more basic needs. A scholar wasn't quite as vital as a hunter or a healer out in the wilderness. But at least her networking during her trading travels could at least provide with options and information. Her woes weren't as dire as Mads', and she could put them aside long enough to help another Sapient in these trying times.
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POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2018 3:05 pm

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'Ah'll-' he stopped short, mulling over his words as he remembered Moon's rampant babbling about what they were to do next. '-Ah'll talk t' Moon 'bout i'. Ah dunno wha' she's got planned...' But she was the leader of their ragtag group, made up of herself, Mads, Keylo, and the two boys, and so Mads quietly ceded control over their next move to his snowy companion.

'Yeah, ah know th' bar...' The Dane nodded mournfully. He was something of a regular there, less so in the last month or two admittedly given the circumstances. He'd lingered close by Moon, for fear something would happen, or that she'd wander mindlessly into some dangerous situation again. He swore the incident that occurred from following her shoddy map had shorn years off of his life.

The corded male shrugged, 'Well, it's not our fault tha' Niv fucked everyone over... Or tha' no one else tried t' keep things together...' He thought someone should have tried. Asura, perhaps. Shaamah. Someone could have stepped up to the plate. Anyone.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 16, 2018 4:21 pm

Of course Mads knew the bar. She doubted there had been a single Sapien that didn't know the Blackrusts and their establishment, but it felt like the reminder wouldn't be wasted. Eveything seemed so topsy-turvy these days, that the simplest things could easily get forgotten in the turmoil. Itzal chirped a meow before nibbling and licking at her fingers, the rough tongue combing through the fine fur in her digits. And of course, there was the whirlwind that was Moon Moon and whatever she had cooking up in her head. Heavens, she'd miss the Damaichu.

As she took a deep breath, Tzila could swear she could feel every rib and backbone groan and prostest at the movement, like the rusty hinges of doors or old wooden beams struggling to support any extra weight. She was at the prime of her life, for goodness' sakes, why did she feel so old, so worn and weary? A quick glance towards the Dane besides her and she could see the same signs in the droop of his shoulders, the tiredness under his eyes. Damn it, what had that Moineau bastard done to them?!

"Well... whatever there was to keep together wouldn't have been the same. Not really." She muttered with a hint of bitterness in her tongue. "Asura has been through enough in her life to ask that of her. And Shaamah, well, he's far more a general than a leader." Tzila remembered the young man exhausted and heaving the snow, and shuddered to think of a Sapient under the rule of the mercenary. She herself had thought to maybe step up and take the lead, but it didn't feel right. Like it wasn't her place. The librarian could keep records and balance the books and provide for the pack, but doing those things was only a small part of being a leader. The other parts, the entrancing charisma, the inner fire to lead, those things always elluded her. Supporting those figures always felt more comfortable to her. But the only ones worthy of following to her were either dead, terribly inexperienced, or involved in that whole fiasco to begin with. It was all such a bad situation, and even though seeing her home slip from between her fingers really hurt, trying to keep it alive only to become a shabby echo of it's former glory would have hurt far more.
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POSTED: Fri Sep 14, 2018 9:51 am

He spent so much time in the bar. Increasingly so now. He was making up for lost time in advance since Moon Moon's ramblings about what to do next had been directed towards the peninsula. A place called the Court. A place far away from here and far away from the bar. He would be reluctant to make such a long journey anyway, but with the prospect of being in charge of small children, it made it even less palatable. Mads especially didn't feel up to leaving Moon Moon unattended either...

He didn't accept Tzila's reasoning, instead, he snorted. 'Someone could'a done somethin'.' The Dane he insisted with a sharp snap, though his anger was not aimed towards his companion. 'We should'a tried...' his words faded out into a half huff, half growl. He gave up. He didn't care. Sapient was as good as dead now.

'Where-' The Dane shook his head, suddenly lacking the confidence to continue on with this masquerade. A few moments of silence passed, then he regained the willpower. 'Where y' thinkin' 'a headin'?'
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