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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2019 2:13 pm

The pups were with the others for a little while, giving Dusk the chance to have a little time to herself. She first headed out to their little lean-to where their horses could get some shelter from the weather. With a pat, she greeted her mare, a small smile crossing her face. Her hands worked to get the saddle on the beast and then the halter. She was certainly lucky to have such an easy going steed.

Once prepped and ready, she headed out for a bit of a ride. The Hushhowl matriarch wasn't heading towards the fort, but more towards the borders. Now that her wounds had completely healed, she figured she could help patrol the border. As she started on her trip, the woman picked up an all too familiar scent. Her father was close by, on his own horse as well by the smell of it. He was probably out her starting a patrol as well. With this new development, she urged her mare towards the scent, following after it. It didn't take too terribly long before the old man was within her sights. Dad! She brought the beast to a slow walk as they approached the other pair. Care for some company? Neither one were really big talkers, but just being together on this patrol would be nice.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 27, 2019 2:19 pm

The morning was quiet as he set out for the borders. The sun in the sky rolled between misty plumes and the heavens held a Northern wind that gently brushed past the high, naked trees. Branches clacked and chattered above, creaking and shifting, as Podarok sauntered lazily through the snow. The temperature was warmer now, though the heavy layer of white that covered the earth wasn't to be phased quite yet. Heavy hooves crunched through the icy top layer as they moved on, and Darkness sat atop Poda with a wandering honey eye.

Tendrils of alabaster feathered all around him, curling over his shoulders when he turned his head this way or that, and draping curtains of bangs swept over his features to frame his face. Threads of white slipped over his blind eye, as they often did, while the thick, brown collar rested in the shade beneath his jawline. Brilliant snow reflected the sun's rays, glistening on the earth, as he squinted into the farther reaches of his sight for something that moved or didn't belong.

What silvery ears did find was the voice of his eldest daughter, Dusk. His head turned on his shoulders and he had Poda follow the motion. A half-circled was made as he faced the now scarred face of Dusk. With the blue markings on her sapphire eye and the marring on her face, she seemed so much like her mother now. However, she was a warrior just like Hartt. Strong and full of life. He cursed himself for not arriving sooner to her, to prevent what had happened. Maybe, then, she would not have lost so many of her young.

A deep breath moved through him and kind eyes rested on his daughter,” Сумерки,” The Russian roll of his tongue found her name in his tongue. He'd taken more to his old tongue now that Hartt was gone. It was his own attempt of finding himself now that she was gone and wasn't able to help him in the amazing ways she always had,” Yies. Coem,” Bringing the stallion around, he faced his initial direction and Poda moved on with a slow pace. He wasn't aiming to make great time today, but to be on the borders for as long as it took for his muscles to breathe from the last training exercise he'd abused himself with.

One horse's rhythm was now made two, and the gentle crushing noises beneath the equine's weight moved in the silence between them. Darkness' mind was shifting constantly with the thoughts of what had happened out there, while she was on her own. She should have known better to go alone, but if she was as stubborn as he was with all of Hartt's fight, then there was no telling her what to do. A fact of blood, especially when the two of them didn't quite mesh perfectly. Still, he knew there was love there, and the stress of a difficult young life and her reaction to it had built her a tougher shell than the other daughters.

Splitting the hush suddenly, the deep rasp of his aging voice broken between them,” Hoew ahre yeu fieling, дочь моя?” A true concern of his. He knew that if he asked the wrong questions, he might incite something in her. If there was something wrong, however, if there way anyone she told, it may be him. It was hard to think that after Hartt's death he might lose his eldest daughter, as well. Even the lost of the pups she'd born weighed heavily on his tired heart," Hoew iz Боря?"

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POSTED: Mon Feb 04, 2019 1:24 am

The pair rode in silence for a good while, only the sound of snow crunching beneath horse hooves reaching her alabaster and silver ears. In truth, Dusk didn't quite know what to say to her father, though she knew she wanted, needed, his advice. With her mother gone, he was really the only one she could turn to. Still, she couldn't quite find the words right away. Instead, It was her father who broke the silence, asking how she was feeling before posing a similar question about her only surviving son.

That helped ease her tension, spurring her in the right direction for what she should say. Mismatched eyes remained on the back of her steeds head, still feeling shame inside and unable to meet her fathers gaze and show him that shame. Borya is strong and getting stronger every day. He acts as if he doesn't have any issues with that leg but.. Her voice broke there for just a moment before she continued. But I know it's my fault he was hurt so badly and that the others didn't make it. She paused, trying to keep the tears from filling pools of blue and gold. I shouldn't have gone out to look for Zetsubo. I should have waited. I don't know what I was thinking. If I hadn't gone, they'd all be.. Alive. She couldn't say it out loud, though she knew it was true. If it wasn't for her decision, she would have all of her pups, not just one seriously injured.

Her hands let go of the reins for a moment, coming up to press her palms against her eyes. She desperately did not want to start crying right then, but knew she was on the verge of having water spill from her mismatched orbs. With her hands still covering her face, she continued to speak. I just wanted him to know he was going to be a father, I wasn't expecting that to happen. The worst I thought would happen was that Zetsu would say he wanted nothing to do with us. I didn't think.. Her voice trailed off one final time as tears rolled down her cheeks, her hands unable to stop them from spilling.
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POSTED: Tue Feb 12, 2019 4:41 pm

New of Borya was good, and his development was a serious event within the family. Known that the boy might feel no pain made it all the more worth while to ensure that he trained just as hard as the others when he grew, and that he'd be given every opportunity as the others. Darkness knew what it was to have a handicap, with his sense of smell truly void, so the Hushhowl grandfather wanted to make sure that Borya had everything he might need to fill the gap that the born handicap might create.

The shiver in his daughters voice, however, didn't bode well. His stomach turned heavy as his own thoughts followed exactly where her words had found themselves. Dusk blamed herself, he knew it to be true, but her vocalization of it broke his heart. Even he winced at the unsaid word that finished her statement. It hurt them all, but he knew that it hurt Dusk the most. The proof was in her warrior's exterior, shattered like glass and glistening unseen in the palms of her hands. His daughter was broken, for good reason, but it wasn't her fault. Her intentions were virtuous. It was the blame of others, vile monsters, that caused her fractured spirit.

“It caennoet be yoeur faeult,” Darkness' breathed steadily, hoping that his words which came quietly to her over the horses rhythm would be heard for what they were,” Aell ov us... Wie truested hiem,” Heat came to his face as the temperature of his blood rose. He knew he was no match for that cruel beast, and it would do more harm than good to go after him without a true plan. That didn't mean that he wasn't furious,” Haertt coeuld noet knoew...” A breath came between,” Hie hied whaet hie vaes.”

Of course, that wouldn't be enough. Hartt was a god in all their eyes, but perhaps it might do his eldest daughter some good to know that mistakes do happen. He was quiet for a moment, as he found the best way to admit that the world was full of great evils,” Deusk. Cумрак. Dhiere iz a stoery I haev teu tiell yeu. Soemthieng yeu deu noet knoew aboeut yeur moether,” Leading Podarok away from the main trails and his mind wandered, and so did his horse, to the peak where Hartt had confessed her last litter to him. How happy they both had been,” Coem vieth mie.”

It wasn't obvious where they were going until the mountain's path came into view and the draft horse plodded up it's side patiently. It took some time for them to reach near the summit, and Darkness dismounted. Poda was hitched to a tree, and from there, he directed Dusk on foot to the ledge that overlooked the vast expanse of the Cavaliers territory. There he milk and honey surveying more his memories than the trees, as he waited for Dusk to settle. The journey might have been a bit much to ask of her, but he was sure that she'd follow.


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POSTED: Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:55 pm

Dusk felt the pain swelling in her chest as she admitted her guilt, tears flowing down her face. Her father denied that she was at fault, claiming they all had trusted Shaamah, how her mother didn't know what a monster he was. Though she heard his words perfectly fine, she still couldn't rid herself of the guilt inflicting her heart. She knew her pups would have still been alive had she not sought out Zetsubou. Sure, he wouldn't have known he was a father but she'd still have all of her pups and he would for sure be alive. For now, the two toned fae still was unsure if the man was alive of if Shaamah killed him as well.

The flow of tears slowly came to a stop, trying to regain her composure. She needed to be strong, for her son, the rest of the Hushhowl clan, and even for herself. There wasn't anything she could do to change what happened now, but she would know for the rest of her life that she was responsible for the death of her pups.

A silence fell between the pair before her father spoke up. Two-toned eyes locked onto Oakley's mane, unable to meet her fathers gaze for fear of the tears returning. Apparently, he had a story to tell her, something about her mother. It was an odd statement, and one she was not expecting. Pools of blue and gold looked up at her father as he turned his steed, urging her own horse to follow. If there was something he wanted her to know, she would oblige and follow him wherever it was he intended to take her.

The pair headed back towards the heart of Casa in silence, following the path that led up to Knights Peak. Dusk watched as her father dismounted Podarok and quickly followed suit, following him to the ledge. It was certainly the best view in Casa, overlooking a large expanse of their territory. Looking close, Dusk was even sure she could just make out their den. Her mismatched eyes moved from the view to her father, waiting to hear what this story was that he wanted her to hear.
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POSTED: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:25 pm

Dusk followed him dutifully, and as they stood together on the edge of the world, she looked to him. Her eagerness for the story alone, despite the pain in her heart, meant that she was ready for it. His eldest daughter was looking for answers in herself, and in her family, and these answers were not easily said with that was merely words.

“Yeur moether and I, vhien vie lieved ihn Niew Daewn...” He began, but corrected, offering more insight than what his first statement could offer,” Deusk, yeu viere noet ouer fierst chield,” A breath came from him, the pain in his heart still an ache no matter how dull it had become with the years. It didn't matter if they were a mash of Zalen's and his, what did matter is that he was going to be the father to them, no matter what would happen between he and New Dawn's Alpha male. After a time, allowing his daughter to truly hear his words, his voice found the frigid breeze again.

“Haertt vaes attaecked by a maen ov hier paest. Dhie scahrs yeu remiember ahre froem hiem,” He recalled Zalen's vengeance falling swiftly on Ryga, but it was too late,” Shie vaes preagnaent,” Milk and honey fell upon Dusk. The sheen of sorrow found his eyes,” Ahll ov dhiem. Feur peups... goen,” It was a tough pill to swallow, certainly, but hopefully knowing that she was closer to the path her mother had been forced on brought her some solace. Hartt had come out of it a warrior. She was strong despite her past and perhaps it was enough to inspire his daughter,” Haertt vaes teu cloes teu dhie boerders, ahnd teu fahr froem hoem, but It vaes noet hier faeult. Dhat maen stoel dhie peups froem hier.”

“Juest as hie stoel dhie peups froem yeu,” A hand rested on her shoulder as he came closer to her. Side by side, his sights traveled the vast lands beneath them,” Blaem iz feur dhie baed ohnes. Noet feur yeu, Deusk,” Another breath came, slow and steady, as his heart wept beside her,” Yeu ahre alloewed teu huert. Yeu ahre alloewd to cry,” Her father offered, though she surely didn't need his permission or blessing to do either,” Buet yeu ahre niever teu blaem yeursielf feur baed mien.”

Closing his eyes, he recited something that he recalled from the belly of the ship that had brought him here.

“Их память навсегда останется с нами.”


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POSTED: Thu Feb 14, 2019 1:08 am

Dusk waited for her father to speak first, the words he wanted to say seemingly weighing heavy on his mind. He began by talking of when they had lived in New Dawn before stopping himself and taking it in a different direction. The statement that left his lips was certainly not what the eldest Hushhowl had expected. Lips parted as her jaw fell slightly in shock. They had pups before her? But since she hadn't known any other pups, that must have meant that they didn't survive? Mismatched eyes remained locked onto her father as he continued after a moment.

Hearing that there were pups born before her was certainly a shock, but even more so was learning that her mother had been attacked while she had been pregnant, causing her to lose the entire litter of four. Dusk looked to her paws for a moment, taking in all the information before looking back up at her father. It seemed her mother and eldest siblings had encountered the same fate she had. It was oddly comforting while also absolutely terrifying. It meant her mother had started out just as she had and overcome such a horrid situation and became the strong, incredible woman she had known and looked up to all these years. It also made her question if her mother's attack had caused complications with pregnancies, seeing as she only carried one pup per litter up until she had the boys.

A hand reached up to touch the scars on her cheek, being reminded by the similar ones that had adorned her mother's face. She never had asked how she had obtained all those scars, assuming it had been in some battle. Tears returned to her eyes once more, though she didn't hold them back this time as she listened to his Russian words. Her vision blurred from behind heavy tears as she wrapped pale arms around her greying father. I miss her so much, dad The Hushhowl woman hadn't truly given herself the chance to grieve as she should have. Instead, she had done everything in her power to ensure the rest of the family was well taken care of and coping well enough, all while forcing her own grief down. I want her back. I want them all back. I couldn't protect any of them Her shoulders shuddered as tears fell freely while she clung onto her father. Borya had his siblings taken from him, as well as his father. I just want to give him the best life I can. Eyes reddened from the tears rose to meet her fathers gold and milky gaze. Zetsu.. Her heart hurt immensely to finally be letting all of this pain out. I don't even know if he's alive
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