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POSTED: Sun Sep 09, 2018 7:56 pm

He was sure that he had seen it. There had been a lingering gaze that had settled on him during the ceremony while he had spoken with Elphaba, offered his condolences and squeezed her dark fingers in his calloused hands. He had felt the weight of the stare, had felt it seep into the slope of his shoulders as if it were a touch of winter against his skin. Someone had been keeping watching the new Director, and it left Brocade with a strange taste in the back of his throat.

He continued his patrols without Symre, giving her space to find herself amongst the thistles and thorns which surrounded their tiny cabin. She was adamant that she would seek out The Boss herself soon to be given her Cueponi, but Brocade could see the hesitation in her eyes – the way she would always chatter in the hopes of leading him down a different path. She was frightened of Elphaba Revlis, he was sure of it – and he couldn’t think of a reason to tell the girl otherwise.

She was dangerous.

Brocade thought less and less of Etoile as the leaves began to change, and he found that her absence made him more productive with his work. As a new member of the Sotto Capo Brocade needed to sort through his responsibilities and ensure that The Shield could protect the Kingdom he had pledged his allegiance to so long ago – for there were recent deaths that had shaken them, and he wanted to be sure they were prepared for the future no matter the cost.

Adelia was even plumper than he remembered, and spent long hours curled against the dying beams of sunlight that would soon give way to the chill of autumn.

He could see the ripples of life within her, but she was careful to only speak to him when necessary. There was something different between them – ever since he had found out she was with child their relationship had become a strained and awkward thing. Symre tended to her with the same devotion that he would have expected of her mother. Hyacinth and Adelia had been inseparable, and now the little cat had a piece of her mistress here with her.

Brocade wandered The Ruins absently, running his fingers through the silver strands of his hair.

The sound of someone running had him perking up, his lips pulled back as he prepared to snarl at them to slow down.

It was Symre.

"It's happening!" She was beaming, tying her loose hair behind her ears as she bounced, "The kittens are coming!"

"What?" Brocade felt the tension leave his body and he took off after the girl with a bark, "Do we need a healer?"

Adelia is having her kittens! Someone can come to visit Brocs house or overhear that maybe they need a healer??

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POSTED: Mon Sep 10, 2018 5:23 pm

[WC: 278] lol it sounded like they were going to Brocade's house?? anyhow here's Grievous he met them somewhere along the way and is in his Lupus form

The more he thought on it, the more his mind settled. Perhaps it was the competition which spooked him – the eager eyes and capable hands filling the Faction he had thought to once be a part of. He felt a keening distance in his heart and desire to be done with violence for violence's sake. A lot of good people had died fighting wars for Salsola, and far more had been done before his time. His father was a man shattered by horrors Grievous could not imagine, and in this weakness, saw fit to put his faith in the old gods of the Mountain called Khalif.

Grievous could not leave Salsola. He would not show weakness and falter when other, greater men had done so before him.

Everyone had something to prove here. That was part of what made Salsola's society so terribly keen to open itself to intricate and sometimes deadly deeds in order to right the world to its proper tilt.

He considered his own actions forward as he trailed mindlessly after curious scents. It was a cool day, and growing cloudy – the rain seemed to linger when it came, and mornings were often foggy. This made for good hunting even if it sometimes made things difficult when crossing near marshy areas or even near the river. Today, though, it was pleasant enough.

On the tracks of what smelt like a raccoon, Grievous pricked his ears to the sound of voices. His head followed soon after, and concerned by all the running, he too began to jog after the pair.

Everything alright? the pale wolf called. They seemed to be in quite a hurry.


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POSTED: Tue Sep 18, 2018 11:17 pm

Brocade wasn’t quite sure why they were running so frantically back towards the cabin – but he trusted the tremor of excitement in Symres voice and the bouncing of her long braids. ”Hurry up!” She was shouting at him over her shoulder, ignoring the gruff sound her uncle made in the back of his throat when he realized that Adelia was finally having her children.

Somehow it hadn’t registered.

Somehow it didn’t feel right.

He barely noticed the ghost of a wolf that appeared through the trees to run alongside them – his expression pulled glumly to one side as he glanced at the pair. It was Grievous, the man from the training ring – a man who’s name struck close to the mans usually pensive face. Brocade chuffed a greeting, ducking his head so that when he spoke his voice would carry between them.

”It’s Adelia – our cat.” It felt strange to imply that Adelia was owned by anyone.

”She’s having kittens.” Symre was throwing back her head, ”She must be having so many. She was huge!”

Brocades mouth hung open a moment before turning back to the man, ”You’re a healer, right?”

They came to the clearing and Symre immediately rushed inside, shoving the door aside with a thin shoulder.

The soldier hesitated a moment and rocked on his heels. ”I don’t know anything about this.”

Thank you for joining! Adelia is going to have 7 kittens - feel free to pp entering to Symre knelt over a basket where Adelia is giving birth. :>

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POSTED: Wed Sep 26, 2018 6:36 pm

[WC: 240] some assumptions, let me know if you want anything changed :>

Our cat, the man said, and Grievous almost stopped in his tracks.

It sounded absurd to be so concerned, but the girl ahead of them was still young and Brocade was an odd fellow – a soldier through and through, but one whose family was made of travelers and mystics. They were not people who always saw things rationally.

Of course, the Director was higher than him in rank, and when it came to a family pet Grievous could sympathize with the concern. He certainly cared for his horses, after all, even now when he was so limited in his use of the animals. This was a compromise he could live with, though. Carts were speedy enough, and the work seemed easier on the animals when done properly.

As they came to the house by the little lake, Grievous slowed so he could shift outside. This was something he was quick with, though the speed of the shift made his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Food would have been better than dealing with a cat giving birth, but he was swept up in the moment. When Grievous came inside a few minutes after, looking irritable about his too-long hair and current inability to hold it back, he looked around for the two Luperci and found Brocade first.

Has she had kittens before? He asked the gray hybrid, even as he silently judged the way the Director was hovering like a nervous husband.


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