Time to Think; But a Reason Not To

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POSTED: Tue Oct 08, 2019 12:21 am

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The lull of the ocean's rolling edge met between the sky and the loch's sandy arm that reached across Whisper Beach. It was the background of sound as Darkness came upon the Anoxi riverbed, Podarok's heavy beats digging into the soft earth. Beneath his arm was the basket he'd taken to be repaired, having taken his sweet time about fixing it. Considering the events that had transpired nearly a month ago, however, the item had not been so much a priority then. Of course, it wasn't a priority now, but Darkness hands were tied. What could he do but ask other's to look? His own shortcomings kept him busy within the pack itself, to make up for the time he'd stolen from others.

Podarok was tied to a tree near the river, his reigns knotted up on a strong bow, before Darkness hiked the basket beneath his arm and turned away from the creature. His pace was a wandering, heavy, sluggish, and when he'd made it to the riverside, he did nothing more but set the basket to the earth and look out over the lapping water's surface. It was quiet here between the forest and the sea, subject to the clouds that sauntered lazily by. He didn't appreciate it for what it was. Silence was so very loud these days.

A brackish breeze moved through him and played with the long hair that draped from his shoulders. The windy breath gingerly caressed the billowing shirt that Dawn had crafted for him on her trip away and teetered the basket on the shore's edge while milk and honey eyes reached beyond the distant surf into the offing on the horizon. It was all a different shade of blue. His favorite color. Could she see him now?

The sound of a soul coming near broke him of his ethereal question, unspoken to the sun and the unseen stars, and an aged, gray ear turned aft of himself. Shoulders followed then, and finally his eye, to find who it was that was coming. The river bend did enough good to shelter them from immediate view, but there was movement that could be seen in glimpses between the leaves and branches that blocked the way.


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POSTED: Mon Oct 28, 2019 7:31 pm



Dawn Hushhowl

Quietly Endure, Silently Suffer, And Patiently Wait.

Everything had become so confusing, all the ideas and plans she had for her future had been thrown to the wind with Armani's return to Casa's lands. The silver edged woman had run from Armani not once, but twice now like the coward, she felt she was.


A heavy sigh escaped her coal tipped muzzle as she walked through the forest, towards where her father had instructed. A day of fishing with her father, bonding and catching up. Now she would have more than enough time to tell her father all the stories she hadn't gotten too during her first day back.


Silver tipped tail wagged slowly, approaching the bend in the river. Leaves and twigs cracked underfoot, she wasn't concerned with being stealthy. Not when it came to spending time with her father. It had been nearly a month since her return, even though it felt much longer.


She had always enjoyed one on one talks with her father, his wisdom and care had helped her through many situations, not to mention any doubts she had about herself. It was almost as if he knew the perfect words to make her feel better, and now with Armani coming home, she would need his guidance even more.


At first, she had only seen Podarok tied to one of the tree's that lined the shore. Ocean gems searched for the pale white coat of her father. Papa. she called softly. She had hoped he hadn't been waiting long. And if he had, she would surely apologize for making him wait.


A few steps past Podarok, in the brush, stood her father. A smile graced her features just at the sight of him. Raising a silver-tipped hand she waved happily. I hope you weren't waiting long. she said cheerfully.


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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 5:49 am

The gentle call from his daughter's voice soothed his ears, his heart and his mind, her image coming into view from beyond the bend. Her backdrop was a brilliant day, but it seemed that nothing seemed to shine anywhere near as bright as the brilliance of her eyes. It made the sun a bit warmer, the sea a bit more alive, even if the edges of his world seemed laced in gray.

“Daewn,” He spoke softly as he clambered up from the riverside sand and stones, a lethargy about him that he didn't have the strength to completely conceal, though he didn't want it to sour Dawn's smile. The basket was abandoned for the time being,” Neu,” Short and to the point he'd been in his younger years and while Hartt's confidence had aided him in becoming the best of himself, there was a special something that his children brought out of him,” I vaes waetching dhe sea,” A warming came to his eyes that often refused to reflect the light of the world, a hollowness temporarily cured by the loving family he'd been left. The greatest gift Hartt could have given him.

“Coem,” He waved his hand over to the shore where the basket threatened to be taken by the lapping loch waters. There wasn't a rush, but a hand found her shoulder with a soft squeeze before he made way to return to where it was he last stood,” Dhiere iz maeny baeskets teu chieck teuday,” Careful steps minded old injuries that he was quick to nurse before they hurt, the fang that hung on his tattered lip one of the last signs of the conflict that had been written off as a horse-bucking.

“Beut fierst, we muest puet dhis baesket back,” Leaning over, he plucked the basket from the shore with a bit of a grunt, pain of old joints and a soreness that seemed to follow him ever since that fateful summer storm,” Hiere. It wiell geu over dhere,” Handing it to Dawn, he turned away to where it had once lived, a spare, older basket having taken it's place in an attempt to make do.


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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 7:05 am

Dawn couldn't help but smile, the sight of her father and the knowledge of his unconditional love had always spread relief through her. As he stumbled towards her from the sandy and stone dotted shore of the loch she giggled softly. "I'm glad I didn't keep you waiting." she said, her tail continuing to sway happily.

Her father's hand gently squeezed her shoulder, a loving gesture that only reminded her how much he had appreciated her and her company. With a soft nod, she followed after her father towards the shore. The waves gently lapping and swaying the basket each time the tide came and left.

Darkness plucked the basket from the flow of the waves with a grunt, and only then did Dawn realize that such work might be causing him pain. Her smile faltered as she looked him over, previous wounds and injuries that might make this type of work hard or painful for him flooded her mind. Silver edged ears pulled back as she took the mended basket from her father.

Taking in a breath, and opening her mouth as if she were going to say something she paused for a long moment. She didn't want to bring up his injuries or any pains he may have but worry spread across her face like wildfire.

Her brows furrowed and she let out a soft sigh trying to push the worrisome thoughts aside for now. If he didn't mention it to her, she wouldn't bring it up. She didn't want to remind him that he was getting older, nor did she want to remind him of his pains.

Holding the basket to her bosom she forced her smile to return, though the worry in her eyes wouldn't leave no matter how hard she tried. "Okay Papa." was all she could manage to say. Without another word, she had turned quickly on her feet to face the direction her father had gestured.

It hadn't taken her long to find the older basket that had replaced the broken one. This was easy work, just enough to keep your hands busy. But it could never keep your mind busy enough to keep the troublesome thoughts at bay. She made quick work of swapping the old basket for the newly mended one.

Wet and old, she held the basket in her hands as she turned to face her father "Perhaps we can use this basket to carry the fish from the traps?" she said gesturing to the older more worn basked in her arms.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 8:07 am

Obedient and polite, Dawn didn't protest the thought of impending work, even as it wasn't necessarily difficult. Not many enjoyed the scent of fish on their paws, but it was a chore that was needed. When he'd turned his head last, she donned a grin, but the old Hushhowl hadn't seen it fade. When Darkness had come to the old basket, however, her hesitation was noted. As she held the basket close, she made her way over to him only after he'd arrived.

While Darkness was not so keen as to pick up subtitles from most Cavaliers, his children were not as omit as most to his lacking perceptions.

Kneeling down into the water's edge, she worked with deft hands switching out the baskets and returned to him when her work was complete with an idea of her own. Darkness nodded,” Dhat iz a geud idea,” A small lightness in his voice came to her, Dawn a bit distracted it seemed,” Fiurst yeu muest see if dhere ahre fiesh insied,” A hand gestured to the basket as he knelt down beside her.

Putting a hand over the lid of the basket, it seemed he was in the way of preventing her from doing as he'd spoken. Looking into the sweet blue of Dawn's eyes, his other arm rested at the elbow on his knee,” Yeu ahre... thienking soemthing?” It was as best as he could ask her without demanding something of her, the threads of his coarse growing hairs sweeping over his shoulder.


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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 8:35 am

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Silver tipped tail wagged as her father accepted her idea. It was true that they would need to have caught fish if they were to use the older basket at all. "You're right." a brilliant smile painted her features. She was determined to keep things on the lighter side, even if she was troubled with thoughts of Armani or even her father's seemingly painful joints.

At her father's instruction, Dawn got to her knees to check the first basket. As she reached for the basket, her father knelt beside her placing his hand on the lid to prevent Dawn from doing her task. Milk and honey turned to look into her baby-blues.

To Dawn's surprise, her father had quickly picked up on her emotions. With how her father was with other pack members, it would surprise most of Casa at how well the patriarch could sense the change within any of his children's emotions, even from the slightest change in posture or expression.

She shook her head with a smile, she didn't want to burden her father with the trivial problems she had been having. Focusing on the milk and honey in front of her, she knew he wouldn't let it drop even if she had tried to change the subject. Clearing her throat awkwardly, her gaze falling to the sandy shore. "I just have a lot on my mind, It's nothing to worry about." she said, trying to dissipate her fathers' worries.
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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 9:19 pm

Dawn's persistence shown through, her intentions pure and a smile painting her features softly. The look of the father's eye on his daughter defined that he was very familiar with Dawn's persistence, even if it were through himself or her mother. Quietly, he worked in a way that only a true father could. A nail tucked into the weave of the lid and he gently opened the basket,” I truest yeu,” Gravelly he spoke, but warm were his tones and he offered her to take the fish out of the old basket and see how many there were.

The moment she'd gathered all the fish out of the basket for the count, he picked up the basket and started breaking It down. He knew that she'd had an idea in mind better for it, but there was something he wanted to show her that Dusk had always seemed to understand. Bit by bit he unraveled the twine that wrapped through the wicker that held it all together. When he was finished, a pile of sticks lay at the shoreline and a long strand of twine was in his hand. That basket wasn't good for much longer anyways, and Dawn was far more important to him than the woven thing.

Where he could not find the words, his heart knew how to speak to her.

A fat knot was tied at the end of the twine, and he offered her the other end,” Puet dhis throeugh the giell and oeut ov dhie moeuth,” The instructions were pretty clear, and as Dawn would put the fight over the twine, she'd find that they would stop at the knot. A useful way to carry a few fish, but they had a few more baskets to do. From there, he left the pile of sticks abandoned to the ground, their worth spent, and moved on to the next basket with a waving gesture. Basket by basket they worked, and more and more fish were added onto the twine. It was bound to be too heavy to comfortably carry on her own soon, and he waited to see the weight of it show on her before he would stop collecting more fish for her to add to the rope.


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POSTED: Mon Nov 11, 2019 1:06 am

The basket lid flipped open, and she nodded with a smile. Hearing that her father trusted her, meant a lot. She had reached into the now open basket, slipping a finger into the gill of a fish to hold it tightly while she gathered up the others. Three decent sized fish had been hooked through the gills with her fingers as she smiled. "For the first basket, three isn't bad." she said gently.

Her father had started to break down the old worn basket, causing her to cock her head to the side in curiosity. He carefully pulled the twine from the withered basket, expert hands moving swiftly to deconstruct the failing container. "Wh-..." she started, only to stop herself mid-thought.

Her father knew what he was doing, tying a large knot at one end of the twine and offering the other to her. "Oh!" she gasped. Reaching out and taking the free end from her father. It made sense, they could carry much more fish this way instead of filling a meager basket.

Carefully, she slipped the twine in next to her fingers, through the gills and out through the mouth of each fish. Pulling the twine, the hefty knot kept the fish from escaping. An ingenious idea! Much better than her own. "I would have never thought of doing it this way!" she said wagging her tail. The vast knowledge that her father's mind held, and her own small-mindedness. Would only show how much more she had to learn.

Once they had finished with the first basket, she followed behind her father happily. Gathering the fish from the baskets and adding them to the line. With each basket, they added a few more fish. And it soon became a struggle to carry the fish-filled line.

Determined to do her best, she changed how she would carry the line. Hoisting it over her shoulder like a pack, the fish dangling behind her. Leaning forward to balance herself better she smiled "Hopefully we can empty all the baskets." she said, a slight worry in her tone. She wasn't sure how many baskets there was total, but the weight of the fish was already slowing her down.


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