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POSTED: Sat Sep 14, 2019 1:26 am

”Hurry up Benny!” She trilled his name in the way she knew he hated, glancing over her scruffy shoulder at the wolf-dog who trailed after her. Their strange relationship had grown from an awkward encounter in the forest some months prior into a tentative friendship. Bennett was from some place that Symre had never heard of – and she questioned him less and less the more that they spent time together.

”Oo, this is nice.” Symre bent to pluck a long stick up from the path to test in her hands. Tali wandered close by, the little cat jumping from log to log with a pleased expression on her face. The cat who trailed behind Bennett was a pretty orange that blended with the autumnal foliage, and Symre spun on the path to seek him out. ”Check out my walking stick.”

The mountain rose up all around them, and Symre placed her hand against a wide tree trunk to peer out into the valley far below.

She slung one of her hands against the strap of her backpack and whined, "Are we almost there?"

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POSTED: Sun Sep 15, 2019 10:13 pm

In the aftermath of what had proven to be a curious encounter, Bennett wanted to get as far away from his father as he could. To this end he had announced his plans and packed his bag. By the time he had realized Walter had been hiding amongst his things the pair had already been miles from the Vale. Unwilling to send the cat away on his own, Bennett had sworn the tomcat to secrecy and accepted his companionship for the next peculiar meeting.

Symre herself was peculiar. She claimed to be from Salsola, and claimed to be a witch, and talked so openly and freely that he had no reason to doubt her. The fact she was out associating with him at all struck him as odd, but he liked that about her.

He did hate her stupid nickname for him.

Yeah real cool branch, he scoffed sarcastically, finally catching up to her. They both were laden with bags stuffed with various supplies, and Bennett had brought his bow and arrows. These rattled a little as he jumped to a little boulder, finding higher ground to put him more evenly with the leggy woman. Walter bounded up the slope.

We're getting pretty far up. Look at how far we can see already – come on, it's going to be worth it. You said you wanted to see what it looked like, Bennett reminded Symre. Admittedly, climbing the mountain had been his idea, though he had not originally pictured doing so with someone else (never mind the two cats gallivanting ahead of them).


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POSTED: Mon Sep 16, 2019 10:02 pm

She flashed him a grin, ”Why thank you.” The top of the stick had a knot in it, and already Symre could envision twining thread and rope around its top to fasten feathers to. Ever since watching O’Rileys bird she had been fascinated by its golden plumage, and now when she went out through the territory, she searched eagerly for a well preserved tail feather. She stamped the butt of it against the path and watched as Bennett passed her, the auburn Walter following suit.

”It looks nice.” She offered as they paused to gaze out over the valley, ”The leaves are already starting to change color.”

Everything was orange and green and red – and Symre sniffed before carrying on with a roll of her eyes. ”Yes, you’re right. But we must be getting close to-“ She grinned and took off in front of him erratically waving her walking stick about as they discovered an ample clearing littered with leaves and protected by what she could only assume were strong maples. "A clearing!"

She kicked at the leaves and swung her head around to flash her teeth at Bennett. ”This looks like as good enough a place as any to rest up.” She shimmied out of her back pack and kicked off the leather ties that had been around her waist.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 25, 2019 10:56 am

The space was circular, and littered with debris. Bennett sniffed the air as they walked. If there had been other predators in the area he or the cats would have found sign. By chance or by luck they had come across a place whose only inhabitants seemed to be themselves.

Symre had scared anything off with her entrance, he figured.

Bennett joined her and dropped his own pack. They had a nice view of the surrounding area, and were high enough up that the trees were thin. It would be hard for someone to sneak up on them, though if the absence of smell was any indication they were unlikely to be disturbed.

Yeah this is fine, he agreed. The fluffy dog rolled his shoulders and stretched to his full height (which was not very much) before giving a great shake that sent loose fur flying. He looked upward, squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes. We still have some daylight. Are you hungry? I'm hungry, he undid the knot holding his bag closed and began digging through the pack.

From the tall grass ahead Walter emerged, delighted.

This place is cool! He announced, only to spin and rush back after whatever it was that had so captivated his attention.


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POSTED: Wed Oct 16, 2019 11:35 am

Tali trickled in and out of the trees eagerly, the great fluff of her tail marking her against the rich browns and greens that surrounded them on all sides. Symre glanced towards Bennett as he shook himself out - the Tufts of his white fur floating on the air like a cloud. She snatched one of the pieces up as if to inspect it before blowing it out onto the breeze, a chuckle rumbling in her throat.

"You should be careful you don't lose it all."

Her fur was decidedly more wolfish - rough in spots where her gaurd hairs had begun to thicken for the oncoming winter. She sidled up next to him and grinned toothily. "I'm always hungry." She licked her lips and attempted to peek past his hands, "What did you bring this time?"

Tali eagerly took off after Walter, a crackling mewl marking the beginning of a hunt.

She poked him, "Do we need a fire?

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POSTED: Wed Oct 16, 2019 2:24 pm

The problem with Symre was that her size gave her reach, and despite his best efforts the tall woman didn't have much trouble seeing over his shoulder.

Bennett pulled out a bundle tied tightly with twine. I've got some venison. I brought my bow too, so we could hunt He passed her a piece of the jerky and stuck another in his own mouth. As he chewed he shuffled through the rest of his pack, debating if he was really ready to begin settling down for the day.

The wolfdog looked around at the little clearing. They were ringed by trees of various shape, though most were still thin enough that they could see for several yards beyond their current location. Someone from below might be able to make them out, but with four sets of eyes Bennett felt a little better about their odds. Besides, he thought, they hadn't run into anyone at all.

If you want to start a fire I can go looking for something. Unless you want to go too, he offered. Then we can just set up once we get back.


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POSTED: Fri Oct 18, 2019 10:28 pm

Atleast someone was prepared. The food Symre had brought along was measly - for she had attempted to steal the oldest food from storage so that no one, not even the shrewd quartermaster would notice. She eagerly grabbed the length of jerky and shoved it into the corner of her mouth, sawing the cured meat with her molars. Bennett was prepared, and as he sorted through his things she twitched her nose curiously at him.

"Our Erilaz showed me how to hunt with his eagle," She held out her arms as she chewed loudly, "It was huge - fast too." She licked her lips as she finished and clicked her teeth as she compared the two men. "It takes alot of strength to manage something so powerful!"

She said this as if she knew what she was talking about.

"I can shift down to all fours. See if we can flush some stuff out of the bushes."

Symre hesitated a moment before tugging her tunic over her head and tossing it into a crumpled pile. With a deep breath she settled herself before offering a toothy grin to Bennet.

"No peeking."

She wriggled her hips at him before laughing and launching into a shift that would see her into her leggy secui frame.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 18, 2019 10:50 pm

Symre Rask came from Salsola, she had told him, though she was not like the rest of her people (likewise, she proclaimed this often). He imagined this to be true, for she shared more with him than was due, given the secret nature of her Family.

She let things slip. The man she always talked about, she never said his real name – but he knew plenty otherwise. He shared what he could about his own home, though Bennett was admittedly removed from the day-to-day of Mistfell Vale. He was less concerned about what happened there. For as long as he could remember the Vale was led by those who did not so strictly lord over their group. He talked mostly about the things he put importance in, like landmarks and the surrounding terrain.

Besides, it wasn't like they were giving away secrets of importance.

Yeah just watch out for the cats, he cautioned her unnecessarily. Walter knew better than to go near a hunter, and he hoped that Symre's cat would stay close to him.

With his back to her, Bennett stretched his arms and neck. We're pretty high up so there might not be a ton of stuff around. I don't want to carry anything too heavy back up here either, he prattled on, satisfied only when he had flexed his hands free of little pops! and cracks!. Then, shaking and flexing the remaining stiffness from his fingers, Bennett set about removing all but his hunting gear. This was done with speedy efficiency. His father had always impressed quickness upon him.

Bow in hand, Bennett called over his shoulder: Are you done yet?


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POSTED: Sun Oct 20, 2019 11:53 pm

Symre huffed as she settled into her knew form, testing the weight on each of her legs before barking, ”Yep!”

With an eager wage of her tail she bounced alongside him, zigzagging through the leaves as he stalked after her, his bow in hand. They shared what they could about their homes, but she left out the parts that were important to her. It was strange to think that there was anything important at all about the Kingdom that she called home – but she coveted O’Rileys name and refused to give it out. Bennett had never asked about the coin which hung about her neck, nor the reason she so often had twigs twisted up into the coils of her hair.

He was the perfect friend – he knew when to stop talking.

”I doubt we’ll find anything huge up here.” Her nostrils flared at a stale scent that lay against the base of a crooked tree. ”If we do I'm running the other way, no questions asked.” She shrugged her shoulders with a chuckle and rubbed one of them against a tree as she continued, ”How good of a shot are you with that anyways?”

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POSTED: Thu Oct 31, 2019 4:18 pm

Even on four legs she was big and wolfish, and next to Bennett a wild looking thing. He was either one or the other, it seemed – too much of both lived in him, though people often saw dog unless they saw his father too.

Beneath his gear, Bennett was brighter than the bark or dark earth. The season favored him, though, and even his bushy tail might blend among the fallen leaves. The dusty no-color deerskin leather of his garments was nearly the same shade as his forearms. It helped keep him inconspicuous, but his red face and pale collar were notable.

Symre, though, she could vanish if she tried hard enough. He knew she was less capable at this than she looked, owing to the sort of chaotic brashness that drove her, but Symre wouldn't be doing the hard part. All she had to do was sniff out their dinner.

At her question, Bennett showed his teeth in a manner somewhere between a smile and a sneer. Well, I wouldn't carry it around if I wasn't capable of using it, he scoffed. Though he did not offer it to her, he showed off the weapon with obvious pride. It was well crafted and suited to his smaller form, with a leather wrap around the middle to keep his grip. There was nothing overly elaborate about the weapon. It had never occurred to Bennett to decorate much of anything he owned – so much of his existence was spent hiding who he really was, after all.

You find me something I can shoot and then you can see for yourself, Bennett went on, following after Symre when she chose the path for them.


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