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POSTED: Fri Jun 14, 2019 8:46 pm

She hadn't really seen it as outright rejection, though there was a distinct flip in Tamlin's demeanor that let her know he took it as one.

The scout was still as loyal and dedicated to her as ever, just not as often. He needed space, or he figured she wanted it, and perhaps in a way she did. It wasn't even that she didn't want to pursue anything with the Anor ever, just — not immediately, for a variety of factors. It felt almost rash to jump into something more as relatively new with one another they were; she had only just met the man one, two months before, and while the attraction from him was clear (and she quite enjoyed it), it still felt... too soon. Of course, that didn't account for her youthful age, and while Fennore put herself out as very mature and intended to seem wiser beyond her years, that didn't change the fact she felt naive and daft when it came to matters such as these.

And what if it didn't work out, ruining their friendship? Tamlin was the closest friend she had in New Caledonia, and she didn't ever want to lose him. Gods forbid she start going to Thị Ánh or Athras for attention if the golden man ever dropped her.

She considered all these things with a pensive pout of her lip as she sat near the babbling bank, watching as Macha played blissfully in the stream. Her slender white fingers waded at the river listlessly while she thought, the wounds from her recent trip still cracked and healing beneath new dressings. The red hood of her cloak was drawn over her hair, hiding her face from the feline as she bounced around in the water, mewing and saying what few words in High Speech she knew.

Sometimes Fennore wished she could be as carefree as the feline and not have to worry about all of this. She was almost jealous of her, even.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 16, 2019 6:28 pm

Lately Mateo had hung around the camp more than usual – in the wake of the week he had been having it had seemed safest to do so. His discovery of the wolves up North had frightened him somewhat – the tiny jackal and her speckled friend leaving a strange taste in his mouth. Then there had been the archer – the one who had shot arrows so close that Mateo had for the first time been frightened for his life. Ruckus had managed a guffawing laugh at his luck and had clapped a hand against his shoulder.

”Happens to the best of us.”

Mateo had scowled at him and wondered how it was that such bad things could happen so close together. He had written some words on the subject with his head pillowed against his rolled up vest, his fingers smudged with charcoal as he poured his feelings against the page. It was always therapeutic in a way that left his feeling refreshed – though he was surprised at how often now he thought of her. Theodora had risen somehow in his thoughts and managed to drive away the shadow that was so often Tiamat Amaranth.

It was sad that he thought of her less now – but Theodora with her bright eyes and his locket up around her throat filled him with a budding bubbling joy.

The morning had come and gone by the time he decided to abandon camp in an effort to cool down. Cookie had been stir-frying mystery meat against a roaring flame while many of the others had gone their separate ways. Ruckus had erected a hammock between two fat saplings and was swinging himself to and fro with the rhythm of his leg.

”Watch yourself out there Mat – you’re cursed, remember?”

Mateo had fingered him and continued on his merry way.

On foot the forest seemed more sprawling than usual, and soon Mateo could feel heat uncomfortably bubbling against the collar of his tunic. Onuba had been warm like this, but with such a long winter still lingering in recent memory Mateo had forgotten how hot it could get. Sunlight dappled him in rivulets of gold, and he ducked his head into the shade – eagerly keeping an eye out for a place to cool down.

The sound of water had him pricking his ears, and with a hopeful whuff he picked his way through the trees. Mateo struggled to pull his shirt over his head, and frowned at the humid mess of curls that fell into his eyes. The curve of the waters shoreline was welcoming and cool, and he kicked off his trousers before leaping with a joyful holler into the shallow creek.

It was only when he came up for air that he realized he was not alone.

... Maybe I am cursed.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 16, 2019 9:50 pm

Of all the things to break Fennore's focus, a stranger jumping into the stream was definitely one of the more unexpected options. Macha seemed rather delighted by the turn of events, her tail twitching in curiosity and awe as she watched the man from afar, her jade green eyes sparkling in the midday sun. "Fennore, look," she managed to speak, her voice small and her tiny cat jaw slack in wonder.

"Yes, I see, Macha." Before the feline could paddle over to the newcomer, the she-wolf reached down and pulled her furry companion ashore, though her eyes never left the mysterious skinny dipper. From just the top of his curly, dark hair, she knew he was definitely a sight for sore eyes; she saw a small reflection of herself in his familiar purple irises, and had she believed in her family's gods, she would have assumed this to be an encounter of divine proportions.

It seemed a nice break from her ever loyal, ever true scout. Just the thought made a bit of guilt to shudder through her body, as if it was a betrayal of some sort. But regardless, she relented to it all the same.

She remained where she sat, though she pulled back her hood to fluff her clementine locks round her shoulders. "Hail, stranger," she called to him, stroking Macha's back to keep her at ease and less jittery. "That was quite impressive form." Her voice was even as always, perhaps more confident and beckoning than usual. Her stony features eventually gave way to a small, winsome smile as she observed him closely, scrutinizing and analytical.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:30 pm

The cool water did nothing to drive away the rolling heat that traversed through his entire body at the sight of the red headed woman. For a frantic moment he thought that perhaps he had stumbled upon Theodora; for the woman had fiery locks of hair bound in pretty braids and eyes that matched his own. There was something sharp about the woman who gently stroked the cat perched in her lap, and Mateo felt his teeth chatter as he stood stupidly in the centre of the stream.

The current pushed him and for a moment he thought he’d lost his balance. The curls of his thick hair were damp – pressed firmly against the slope of his forehead. He gave his nose a shake, spraying water out around him before he finally cleared his throat to speak.

”I’m so sorry – I didn’t splash you did I?”

His bushy brows quivered as more water trickled off of his shoulders and he finally made the frightening decision to emerge on the other side of the stream – his clothes abandoned on the opposite shore. He couldn’t stay in the water forever. ”It’s just so warm today.” The little cat was peering at him curiously, the bright green of its eyes lit up against its grey fur.

”Cute cat.”

And then with a mischievous grin the dog shook out his coat.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 17, 2019 4:49 pm

He seemed a man with little awareness, sure, but he wasn't a man without manners. As he fumbled around in the water, she fought to hide the more teasing aspects of her grin; he seemed clearly bewitched, as any good man ought to have been.

His humble demeanor reminded her of her golden friend, and for a moment her smirk quivered.

"No, no," she assured him, spreading her arms as if to accentuate her dryness (and perhaps give him a better view). Macha was quite pleased when the stranger met her wide-eyed stare, and his compliment seemed to register in her mind. Mewing, she padded over to him even as he sprayed the surrounding radius with chilly droplets, and instantly she was upon him, rubbing her similarly damp fur against his leg.

Fennore wiped away a stray bit of water from her ankle after his playful display. "I believe Macha likes you," she observed, though this was of course no surprise to the she-wolf; there wasn't a soul Macha didn't like, it seemed. It was funny how she lasted so long in Amherst alone, as rowdy as those Luperci could get after a few drinks from the bar.

She made a clicking noise in her mouth, causing the cat's ears to swivel and her head to whip around to her master. Obediently — and a tad bit disappointingly — Macha returned to her side, sitting anxiously and watching the doggish man with antsy paws.

"Care to join us?" she asked, gesturing to the spot next to her and the cat, though it was not phrased so much as a question as it was an imperative.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 30, 2019 1:54 am

He wasn’t sure where the charm sometimes seeped from – he had never been known to say what was right, or smart – but something had started to change in him. It was as if a shadow had been lifted from overhead, the memory of Tiamat sponged away so that all that remained were the good pieces of their time together, the sun bathed ship and the tremulous way the light had cascaded through the stained glass cathedral where they had first met.

When he shook out his pelt the droplets gleamed silver, spattering the friendly cat that teetered toward him only to rub exhuberantly against his damp legs.

He bent to stroke between her ears, grinning as he spoke. ”And I like Macha.”

Fennore beckoned him closer and so Mateo crept, carefully placing his feet amongst the stones as he came to where the woman lay reclined. ”Sure.” His shoulders shrugged as he brought himself to where the woman dangled her pale legs into the water. ”I’m Mateo.” He held out his hand and offered another crooked grin, as he kissed her knuckles. ”And you are?”

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POSTED: Wed Jul 03, 2019 6:25 pm

As expected, he complied, and he seemed quite content to do so. Macha was quite pleased by this, and she mewed and pawed at his legs to prove it. His beam garnered a smaller one from the female, and as he took her wrapped paws she felt a certain heat rise to her face; yet her polite smile did not falter even as his lips grazed her knuckles, and she let the question hang between them unanswered for a beat.

He was a charmer. It exuded off of him naturally, something she had been longing for from another man and yet found lacking because Tamlin was too shy to be forthright about certain things. That and their recent cooling off, of course, but that was all Fennore's fault.

Was it really wrong, then, to seek attention from another? But he would never know...

She leaned in ever so slightly, squeezing his hands as she breathed, "I am Fennore." Her smile widened, though the change was unnoticeable; letting go of him, she returned to her proper place and straightened out of her cloak.

"What brings you here besides the water, Mateo?" His name tasted sweet on her tongue.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 06, 2019 9:17 pm

Had Mateo known that Fennore considered him a ‘natural charmer’ he would have laughed nervously and jumped back into the creek. Somehow Theodora had coaxed something different out of him and though he had never considered himself particularly wonderful at conversing with the fairer sex – it appeared that he was better at it then ruckus lead him to believe. The red-head fluttered her eyes at him and he smiled back at her toothily, his ears pricked forward to hang onto her every word.

The kitten rubbed against him lazily, and with a ‘tchk’ sound he coaxed her closer so that he could scratch between her shoulder blades.

”That’s a pretty name, Fennore.” He canted his head thoughtfully before answering and gazing again at Macha, ”My camps not too far off – its too loud there, too hot. I wanted to get away and find somewhere cool to relax.”

He smiled again, ”I wasn’t expecting to run into someone so pretty.” He glanced at Macha, ”Or enchanting.”

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POSTED: Tue Jul 09, 2019 6:47 pm

Compared to Tamlin and his shyness, Mateo was a breath of fresh air; the closest she could coax the golden scout to spilling his true feelings was with alcohol, and even then there was a supposed air of friendliness and silent rejection that hung low over ever action; even their... shared activities... were thinly veiled behind drunkenness and "just friends" promises.

It drove her up a wall, as much as she loathed to admit it. And it caused her yearning for more.

"Oh, I know it is," she replied cheekily, acutely aware she had slid closer to him, to where their thighs almost touched. With feigned interest she followed his matching eyes to the feline, and the Moonwraith scoffed in amusement at the kitten's content and good behavior. It appeared Mateo's petting had soothed her relentless mewing for now.

"Your camp, you say?" she questioned, curious. "Have you no beautiful women to distract yourself with there?" A subtle prod.

She matched his smile with ease, and her lilac eyes narrowed just barely at him. "I am quite pleased to bless you with my presence," she responded with a small sneer, her tail swishing behind her coyly. "As luck would have it, you are quite charming yourself, Mateo."

Daringly, her pale hand reached to lightly squeeze his, and she hoped her bandages didn't soil the gesture.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 16, 2019 11:03 pm

His entire life had been controlled by women. For so long Mateo had looked to his mother for soft words of encouragement, or to the sharp tongues of his sisters to ensure that his time in the court left him unscathed. Tiamat had proven to him that there was wonder in the world, that there was someone out there for him to dedicate himself to and see what lay beyond the walls of Onuba.

And there was so much more out there than he had ever imagined.

Fennores pale fingers squeezed his hand and he saw sparks ignite behind his gaze, and he couldn’t help the smile that gently smoldered along his lips. ”We’re a camp full of boys, sadly.” It was as if it was the first time that he had ever really thought about it – with Adriana gone, there was only… men.

He canted his head and crept closer to her, wiggling when a stone stabbed him painfully in the back.

”Why are you out here all alone?”

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