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POSTED: Wed Jul 25, 2018 10:29 pm

Aelcrest Shore, nearing dusk. Degaré and Talbot are in lupus form.

They were warned about traveling south when they stopped in the city. People flocked to a rowdy, smoke-filled bar that they did not linger in long. Such small, tight spaces made Degaré feel uncomfortable. He was eager to return to the task at hand, and to get back to traveling.

This was what they had been doing for a long time, though for many years been restricted to the stretch of forest where their people had gathered. It was a strange thing to be back among others, and to live in a coalition where his worth was presented and acknowledged. Degaré had been one of the first, even if he found himself sometimes questioning.

He had the lead again, making good time around the mountain. They would need to stick to this path – it seemed as if they could cut across at an easier passage further along the rocky hills, or so the dog in the bar had told them. Either way, if they went too far they would know this. He didn't think it particularly mattered where they ended up, as they would eventually loop back and find the others.

They would be here soon enough. This brief stretch of solitude for the pair was a welcomed one for Degaré, though he found himself feeling bad about having such thoughts.

Overhead, great gray clouds swept along with gathering speed and darkness. Rain would be upon them in the hours to come, he thought, and said as much to Talbot. The dog suggested they find shelter, but pressed for distance. He seemed eager to cover more ground. This was promising to Degaré, who was finding such travel invigorating despite his low mood.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:11 pm

She wandered far and fast, her quick coyote lope carrying her out of the Clans territory in search of food. Everything was still dark behind her, the strange storm clouds lingering over her for far longer than she had expected. She hunted with a succinct efficiency, jumping and jamming her front paws into thick grass – chuffing appreciatively each time she caught a small mouse, or came upon a rabbit’s trail.

The air was thick with the scent of rain, and soon enough she could feel tiny drops catching at the silvery guard hairs that dotted her shoulders. It had her glittering amongst the tall grass, a pretty gem with muddy feet who hunted for herself and not her clan.

Something had happened in the days since the storm had ended, there were rumblings in the caverns that Vicira did not have their best interest in mind – that the Clan was failing, living in slums and piss and filth. Otilie remained quiet, lived her life on the outskirts of the group and compared the clan that she knew to the one that lay spread before her now. There were so many who were sick, animals that had been killed – cubs lost and members deserted.

She wandered further still, fueled by the food that now rested deep within her belly.

When she saw him she was forced to a standstill.

Otilie froze on the spot, her tail twitching as she lowered herself – flicking those too long ears of hers towards Degaré Ravencroft with a growl.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 8:47 pm

Though he could no longer see the whole world, he saw more than enough – people always forgot that. Maybe this was fair, though. Some days it felt harder to see things far away, and some days his head ached like it had when the wounds had first begun healing.

They talked about this back south, in the mountains and the forest, where the Eyes saw and everything was heard and it was safe to do so. To come so close to death as Degaré had was to see one of the many faces. Perhaps, someone had told him, this was why he was half-blind. Looking upon the land of the dead had certainly taken something from him. He felt it every day.

Degaré was owed something.

Something moved ahead of them. He could smell dampness and a sour, sick kind of smell the moving air could not fully clear. A pair of pale eyes was watching him. Red and paler points surrounded these, but it was the eyes he remembered. He remembered her, because she had been one of the first upon him, laughing and shrieking as they set upon him in a frenzy --

The moment he realized that what he was seeing was not an illusion, something in him snapped.

He let out a great roar of protest, a snarling scream whose unformed words were nothing but fury. The dark shape before him was real, and she was the one who had been responsible for this most awful pain he had suffered for years now. His body lunged for her. His mouth was wide open, seeing and unseeing eye alike wide and mad with fury.

By the time Talbot realized Degaré was running, the wolf was in a full out sprint.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 9:26 pm

There were moments in Otilies life that she believed in the curse more than others. It had started as a joke between her and Yvetta, that every time she set out to do something good it would unwittingly be destroyed by something uncontrollable. The Clan was not one for superstition, but each time something happened it just built more and more upon Otilies perception.

The curse had haunted her for years – and she was sure that the reason for it was staring right back at her from across the hillock.

His glassy eye was wide and blue – shot with cloud and milky. The Ravencroft was from a time in her life that she preferred to not think of, but he had been the cataclysm, the moment that she had never been able to get back or away from. Otilie hissed lowly in her throat, flattening her ears down against her skull as he considered her. The feathers were the only thing that moved as the wind caught at them.

” Degaré” She said his name like it was a spell, and she could feel twisting and turning on her tongue.

She had seen them attack him, scratch and bite and kick – and she had stood by, useless and silent.

The sound he made startled her into movement, and like a flash she spun on her heels to make a run for it through the trees.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 10:19 pm

The bitch remembered his name.

Someone might have told her it later, when he had already been driven from the fields and further than he had ever traveled. His so-called friends had not come after him, and no seach party sought to follow. It had awoken Degaré to the fact that as long as he stayed Terchová he would be forgotten and overlooked. His parents didn't need him when they had his perfect, obedient sister.

If the cougar had killed him, none of this would have mattered. He wouldn't have suffered like he had. No, he had to live through torment and pain all because someone had once taken a joke too far. That was forgotten by the time they had started fighting. All of the people who had begun the quarrel were in the ground, and no one could remember who had done what.

Terchová was a long way away from here. Degaré Ravencroft was dead.

He ran as fast as he could, digging his nails into the earth, throwing all of his weight forward into the motion. Each time he came close he snapped at her tail, but she knew the land better than he did and always seemed to be one step ahead.

Behind them, Talbot chased with urgency – having never seen this reaction in Degaré before, the bristling of his fur and wide eyes gave away his fear as to what this situation might become.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 03, 2018 3:29 pm

It was a terrifying dance that began with out her realizing it. Her feet carried her like a shot through the trees and she wished with all of her heart that she had wandered with a horse – something big and fast that would carry her away from the wolf who snapped and roared at her heels. As she ran she thought of Terchová and the family that she had left behind all that time ago. She could see her clansmen kicking the wolf, their laughter roaring just as loud in her ears as the sound of his frantic breath did now.

Please. Please carry me through this.

She wasn’t sure who she prayed too, but the feathers in her mane bounced in response – and she was sure that she could see the shadows of wings caught up in the earth beneath her feet.

Otilie wanted to squeal at him, to let him know that it had not been her fault. Everyone had been so loud, so vicious, that she had only been able to watch as they destroyed everything about the man. She yipped, bucking like a wild horse as she felt his teeth snap against her guard hair. Otilie went faster still, shutting her pale eyes as she pelted over stone and grass - hillock and empty endless fields.

It wasn't until much later when she could hardly breathe that she realized she was completely and entirely alone.

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