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POSTED: Sat Nov 02, 2019 11:35 pm

For every singular clear November night there are two cloudy, grizzly ones - nonetheless, when the heavens part the stars above are sharp as tiny shards of glass. Admire a rare cloudless evening for all its midnight splendor, or pay homage to our ancestors in the celestial tapestry above.


ooc: Bleepbloop, Spartacus is in his Secui form in the beginning and will shift up. [+639]
He comes, he'll go, leave naught behind

The days grew shorter, as they did grow colder. The dog-hybrid had been gifted with long, plush fur to cover his form, but often times he did feel the touch of the cold on the thinner furred areas of his body, like his muzzle, ears, and nethers. As the night drew closer and closer, the urge to be outside had become stronger and stronger. He had been pretty cooped up while his father had been away on the envoy, and once the patriarch had returned, Spartacus felt as if he needed the freedom that had been taken away from him for what felt like more than a week. Spartacus was glad that his father was back, but he also felt the need to run out some of his pent up energy, and tonight, while his father had sat at the fire in their shared home, Spartacus longingly looked outside as the sun descended on the horizon.

"You have been standing at that window every night since I've been back." Till had noticed the boy's longing stare and he thought to point it out. Spartacus did not reply but still his crimson eyes stared out the window as if he was looking to see someone in the thick fog as it rolled in.

"Are you waiting for something...for someone?" Till asked as his fingers ran through the soft fur of his black cat. He did not turn to look at the boy, but he knew that his words would invoke a reaction, and he was right. Spartacus looked back at his father with eyes as red as roses, which were so very different than any of the slew of his siblings, a testament to the fact that he was not Helena's son. Till could not have been happier that he hadn't been. His blood would have been sullied if he had been.

"I'm not sure, father." he told his father, truthfully as he felt himself grow restless and anxious. His eyes only stayed on Till for a long minute before he turned them back to gaze out of the cloudy glass.

"Why don't you go find out?" Till asked, his voice forlorn, as if he had a memory of the past, even though his maw wore the same old grin it always had. The cosmic eyes were turned to Spartacus, who looked back to see his father looking at him, as if to tell him to go look for what he was waiting for, and Spartacus took this as an invitation for the boy to leave the house, should he want to. Spartacus obliged and took a few minutes to shift down into his halfling form. Till got from his seat once he realized his son was in his halfling form, and he took the few steps to let Spartacus out of the home, and the large dog hybrid shot out of the house like a creature that had not been out in the wild for some time. His tongue lolled from his maw as he ran, his muscles rippling under his flesh as he rotated his limbs in his gallop. Crimson eyes darted around as he found himself heading West, towards the borders of Salsola, though he knew all too well that he should not leave in the dead of night. He had little reason to.

Spartacus ran on and on until his body had become tired, and once he was out of breath, he stopped and looked up at the bright sky that had stars like the ones that he could see in the eyes of his father. It was so beautiful, and once his crimson eyes found the moon, he couldn't help but let out a doggish howl towards the moon, as their ancestors had eons before him.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 09, 2019 3:55 pm

Micheal did his best to try and cover as much of his body as he could with the old bear cloak that he’d been allowed to have from the stores. The young Mendicant wasn’t happy that he needed it again, but his fur was suited to a much milder climate, and even though his fur had begun to grow thicker, it wasn’t nearly adequate to deal with the harshness of the north. What made it worse tonight, was how clear the sky was. It was certainly a beautiful sight to look upon, but Micheal felt as though his bones would crack from the cold. What he had learned as well was that winters here were long, so there many more nights like this ahead.

In truth, Micheal did his best to be huddled beside a fire in the Mendicant’s quarters on nights like these, the bear cloak over his form as an blanket. Today though, his chores had lasted long into the evening, Micheal hadn’t had time to eat, and knew that they were running low on fuel, so had stayed out after his chores in order to collect kindling to dry out and use later. What made the task much harder was the blanket of mist that rose a few feet from the cloud, giving the lands an ethereal appearance, and making kindling almost impossible to find. Micheal continued his search though, determined that his coldness wouldn’t be in vain. What made the evening worse was the tightness of the scar tissue across his back, which always felt worse when it was cold. O’Riley’s deep gouges had left a permanent reminder, of his station and his debt. At least Till’s mutilation had been more of a lesson that a ranked member was able to do what they wished with a servant.

The howl shattered Micheal’s reverie, and for an instant his body thrummed to reply to the call, but his common sense and Silas’s teaching, stopped him short, instead Micheal saw the form, or at least the shadowy figure, and remained still. Silently he prayed this ranked member would not spot him or give him any additional duties. His chances were slim though, his scent was being taken in the stranger’s direction. Micheal remained still nevertheless, aware that some ranked members would not wish to be interrupted and would call upon Mendicants rather than have them appear.
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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 12:05 am

ooc: Bleepbloop [+433]
He comes, he'll go, leave naught behind

Large coal-colored pawpads hit the earth as he was propelled forward, the long teenager that would soon grow more into his barrel chest and broad shoulders, had a rather unique look to him, even in his silhouette. Spartacus still was not well known by his peers, for he had spent most of this time indoors, because of his sicknesses, and as he grew older, he had become less and less sick. Still, he had colds, every once in awhile, but not nearly as often as he had as a child, and because of this he had been able to be more independent from his parents. Enough to the point where Till actively encouraged Spartacus to go out and be productive, and adventurous.

After the howl had passed his angular maw, the doggish male put his nose to the ground and sniffed around a little bit, and as he did, he moved forward quite a bit with his tail flagged over his back. It was a dominant gesture, even though the male was merely a Family member, he was a child of Till Van Ulrich, and it would be a lie to say that the boy did not have some sort of entitlement to him. His coal nose picked up the scent of a very close male, and his large ears flicked up as his head picked up from the ground and he stood there, before the Mendicant with a smile that stretched from seemingly ear to ear.

He vaguely remembered his father having a slave, but never before had he the opportunity to use a servant to his advantage. While he had no chores or anything for the servant to do, but Sparta could get some entertainment out of the beast he was sure. He barked at the stranger, beckoning it to come closer, with it's beat up bear cloak, and once he had looked over the male once more, he took a few strides of his own to close the distance from the other. His smile was wide, and very much like Till's as he looked at the other, and the raised tail wagged gently in a playful manner.

"I am Sparta, who are you? You are a Mendicant, aren't you?" Sparta asked, even though he knew just by the rags that the other wore, instead of the flashy things that the higher Echelon of Salsola tended to wear. Sparta wondered silently what the Mendicant was doing out so late, anyhow.

Was the creature plotting his escape from Salsola? Spartacus was entertained by the thought of a chase.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 12:18 pm

It appeared that the fates were laughing at him again, as he’d not avoided the attention of the ranked member. As the distance closed between the pair, Micheal made out features of the other male, who had thicker fur to him, something the Mendicant was already envious of. It was hard to take in many details in this light, but the main fact jumped out at him, in the other’s scent in his expression. This ranked member was the son of Till. At the mere thought of the disgusting Salsolan, Micheal’s marking began to prickle. Thanks to Silas though, Micheal’s face remained calm, open and polite. With Sparta in his halfling form, and Micheal standing in his optime, it was hard for the latter not to stand taller than the ranked member. Micheal nodded respectfully, adopting a submissive posture, though he was still young himself and the clear signs that Spartacus wanted to play, were infectious and touched the unbound youth within Micheal.

”Good evening sir. Yes, I am a Mendicant of the pack, my name is Micheal.” All he wanted to do was get out of this cold, but those annoying hand gestures of Silas’s he saw repeating in his head over and over again, continued to nag at him, until he spoke again ”Is there anything I can help you with Sir?” Micheal knew, that now he was before a ranked member, he’d not be able to leave until the other did, or dismissed him.

Of course, Micheal knew nothing of this Spartacus, except that he was the progeny of Till, a fact that the servant didn’t hold against the other, especially since, on first impression, Spartacus appeared to be exuberant, playful and inquisitive, characteristics which Micheal hadn’t observed in the father.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 11, 2019 12:56 am

OOC: pp was discussed oocly and approved of. WC: 413

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Spartacus had not thought much about the bite of winter's ascent upon Salsola and the surrounding lands, because his mostly plush fur protected him from most of the cold, and the bits of him that did get penetrated by the cold seemed pleasant to him, especially after a run. Spartacus was still took young to know about what had happened to this Mendicant, what the boy's story was, but it must have been pretty hard to be there, alone, and being so young at that. Sparta might not have completely understood the story and why the other male had been here, but he could sense a trouble-maker when he saw one, and Sparta was willing to get into some trouble. His tail flagged still, but wagged back and forth playfully as the other had spoken so properly. Sparta scoffed at the formality of the male, for he didn't seem to be too much older than himself.

Spartacus still smiled widely after he scoffed though and he threw his head at the other male and gave an excited bark. Shift down, lose the cloak, and run. he told the other male with another loud bark and he wagged his tail back and forth wildly now, waiting for the other male to respond to his orders. Spartacus barked again, and his body dipped down into a splayed position with his rump in the air and his elbows to the ground. He barked again, and again, waiting for the male to shift down and to run so that they could play chase. His large body suddenly jumped straight up in the air, where all four feet came up off the ground, and once gravity dictated that he go down, he landed on all four paws and went back down into the play position.

Spartacus didn't think about how the other male might be cold, and trying to go home, but that's what an entitled boy would do, and he easily thought about what was benefiting himself rather than the coyote male that was before him. Instead, he goaded the other on, and once the other was ready to run, the bright rubies that were the eyes of the Ulrich child seemed to light up and the moment that the man would run off, Sparta had to contain himself to give the other male a bit of a headstart before he, too, would finally charge forward and run after the male.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 11, 2019 2:05 pm

Micheal watched the ranked member’s display, and found two parts of himself warring with one another. The youth who clearly saw the invitation to play, and the Mendicant, who knew that many Salsolan’s used tricks. Sparta’s bark was powerful and carried promise of excitement, which made Micheal’s skin prickle, a feeling further emphasised by the play bow.

Conflicted or not, Micheal had been given an order by a ranked member, so he removed his cloak, instantly feeling thee cold slice into him like a blade. For a moment he tensed, but did his best to relax into it, while he hung his cloak, hopefully somewhere it would remain dry. It took him a little longer to shift down than normal, the cold making him stiff, but still more quickly than many. In truth, Micheal had come from a pack that spent much of their time in their birth forms, and that’s the one he chose now. Micheal was a classically handsome coyote, a fact that even his winter coat growing in, couldn’t disguise. He was perhaps a little too thin for one of his age, and the marring of O’Riley’s claw marks left heavy scarring on his back, not to mention the symbol, carved into his neck, which was now evident.

Micheal stood with his tail held relaxed, showing no dominance, but despite the cold, a ball of excitement had begun to swirl in his stomach, and the voice he imagined Silas having, was becoming weaker and quieter. Seeing Sparta’s barely contained enthusiasm, Micheal returned a play bow, teasing his playmate and wondering if he risked too much or enhanced the other’s enjoyment. Another sonorous bark came from the ranked member, and with the speed of a coyote, Micheal turned and ran.

The feeling of being chased was exhilarating, as was the sensation of running for the pure enjoyment of it. His limbs stretched and tripped lightly over the ground, the scar on his back tugging only slightly, and the cold almost completely forgotten. In truth, Micheal was at risk of forgetting it all, and realised that he was meant to be entertaining a ranked member, slowly he eased his paced, hopefully not too noticeably, but enough that he could hear his pursuer gaining. Micheal yipped in genuine surprise as the cheeky ranked member nipped his heel. Now, better able to judge his superior’s pace, Micheal made sure that he was just far away enough the other maintained interest, but still tantalisingly out of reach.

As they ran, for the sheer pleasure of it, it almost felt like…home. The cold was completely forgotten and the warning voice was extinguished, but what he was supposed to be doing, hadn’t been totally forgotten. Judging that he’d strung the ranked member on long enough, Micheal pretended to stumble, and felt Sparta knock him to the ground.

There was a spray of dirt and snow as Micheal skidded to a halt, feeling the cold ground beneath him, and the enviably thick pelt of the ranked member above him. Lying on his back Micheal squirmed, legs in the air and tail still wagging. The gesture clear you caught me.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 18, 2019 12:34 am

OOC: Bleepbloop WC: 551

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There was a part of Spartacus that felt like he was being silly, but the other was energized by the moon's glare upon his coal and silver pelt. He barked, and barked at the male to get him to hurry along and get himself together so that they may play, and even though Spartacus did not consciously realize that he might be helping the other unwind after a rough day, Sparta did feel as if he was somehow helping the other. He did not think of the cold air that engulfed them, he only thought of the thrill of the chase, and when his body coiled and released like a spring, he barked again once his feet were back on the ground and when the other had finished his transformation Spartacus watched with wide red eyes as the male bowed back to him and Spartacus mimicked the position. His long feathered tail wagged over his back in an excited manner, and once the other had taken off, Spartacus waited there for a minute, a long, dreadful minute before he felt his body launch forward and at the coyote-like creature ahead of him.

Thu-thump, th-thump,th-thump, th-thump, th-thump , the male could feel his heart pounding almost in tune with his legs hitting the ground and propelling him towards the target that he barked viciously at, as if there was murder on the mind, and the male was the prey. There was little to his body language that said that "this was all a game", and once he gained on his companion, his large ears turned up from their pulled back position and his lips snarled lightly. He gained ground on the other so quickly that he could nip at the other's ankles, and that was exactly what he did. His nips were sharp, and in rapid succession. The other pushed forward at this action, and stayed just out of reach after his nips, which was his point.

He didn't know how long or how far they ran before the other had suddenly stumbled, and this caused the young Family member to launch his body toward the other, and they tumbled over each other until Spartacus was back on his feet and over the male, while the other pushed his outstretched legs into Sparta's stomach, as if to keep him up, and Michael was on the ground with a wagging tail and a happy panting coming from his maw. Sparta's face was less happy, and more confused and almost angry as he looked down at the other, but once he realized himself, his face softened and he let out a long hearty laugh as his tongue lolled from his maw and his large ears turned towards the other and he looked down at the coyote-wolf once more.

I don't believe that you really fell. his chest rumbled, but the words were not in an angry tone, but rather it was a challenging one. Were you letting me win? That's not how this works. You are supposed to run like you mean it. the smile was on his maw as he panted heavily, but even though he panted, and seemed tired, he knew he could run for longer than that.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 25, 2019 5:53 pm

The youth in Micheal had taken control, and was only mildly tempered by wisdom. Perhaps if it had been another time, or with another Salsolan, Micheal would have realised the danger of allowing a ranked member to stand above him with no way out. Unfortunately, it had been a long time since the Mendicant had been simply allowed to play, and forget himself. The feel of another, warm body, panting with a wagging tail, it was almost enough to make him forget where he was…almost. Micheal didn’t reply to Sparta’s question, and was glad when the ruby eyed member continued without waiting for an answer.

”You’re very fast.” Micheal panted, letting the other draw what conclusions h may from the words. If Sparta wanted a challenge though, then Micheal would give him one.

Wriggling and whining, to let his superior know that the first round had been won, and seeking permission to rise, the Mendicant waited to be allowed to rise. Rising, he shook himself, feeling the aching cold threatening again. Micheal waved his tail, making sure it stayed lower than Sparta’s, sneezed once, stretched and looked at the other. Micheal knew he was teasing the ranked member, building the anticipation. When would he run? Would it be now? Micheal took a quick step and then halted, looking back, almost mischievously. He yawn hugely, looking away, as if he didn’t care about the game, from an excited bark from Sparta, Micheal whipped his head around and went into a quick bow, before disappearing at a run, and this time, Micheal made sure Sparta saw his acceleration, but still held back, not wishing to put the other off and not have him chase, that was the most fun, to be chased. Micheal yipped encouragingly, perhaps a little tauntingly.
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POSTED: Sun Dec 01, 2019 12:58 am

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This game was fun, more fun than he had in some time. The youth had his tongue lolling from his maw as he looked down at his "prey" with wide eyes, not crazed, but definitely excited. His long tail wagged back and forth as his sharp teeth dove in and pinched and nipped at the sides of the other male's face and neck as he flailed beneath him. The secui was still growing, but was also still much bigger than the other male, who had the smallness of his Coyote's blood on his side. Spartacus let out a loud cackle as the other had mentioned that he was "very fast". I might be, but I don't believe that you are that slow. his smile was wide and for a moment, a split moment, it twisted wide and reflected the toothy grin of his father all too well. The other had seemed to understand that Sparta still wanted to run, and Sparta let the other up by dancing back on his long legs and he watched the other with predatory red eyes that glowed in the moonlight.

Rose-tinted eyes seemed to dance as if there were pyres of fire in his eyes as he tried to contain himself. The other shook his fur, sneezed, and waved his tail in response, and Sparta barked a deep, encouraging bark to get his prey to run, to run. He stepped back a few more steps, with his tail wagging still, and his torso leaned down, and his elbows touched the ground to match the play-bow that his companion had given him, and he barked once more before the other had turned and taken off into a run. Sparta hopped up and watched for a moment as the other had gotten further and further away from him, where the field would turn into forest, should they outstretch their game for long enough.

Would they become lost in the depths of the Blackwoods? Sparta did not think of the possibility before he, too, took off after the male, and he ran hard, immediately. He did not hesitate, and he ran as if he was hunting an animal, with the intent to kill, even though his tail remained flagged over his back, and as he gained ground, his gait become a bit more bouncy and playful in nature. His maw twisted in a strange smile that was mischievous and violent.

Sparta gained on the other very fast, even though the other male had picked up the pace, and once Sparta could almost bite his tail, the other barked as if he was a mad dog. I'll bite your tail if you don't run faster! he spoke, huffing lightly as they ran on and on, to where the flat earth would soon turn into the deep, black forest floor.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 02, 2019 5:08 pm

For an instant that smile hung in Micheal’s memory as he ran. The temporary playmate, so excited and ebullient, was related to someone who had maimed Micheal. Silas’s face drifted into the Mendicant’s mind then, pages from his book overlaid upon his face. They were their masters, and the easiest thing would be to do as he was told and stay below their notice. Yet here he was, running through the lands on a bright and clear night, with one of the supposed enemy, and this did not feel like a hunt, or torture, it felt liberating. For an instant there were no ranks, not even any names, there was just the chase and the freedom to run. Micheal was lost int. Lost in the movement of his body as it stretched, leaving the ground for moments at a time as it zipped beneath him. Their progress meant the trees were rushing to meet them. One bound..two…and they were in. Micheal dodged among the trees, feeling as though he could run all night and all day, adrenaline feeding into the pursuit, not looking back but hearing Sparta’s pursuit. They had been exchanging yips, but Micheal had not noticed that he had become quieter, lost in the moment, and memories of what had come before.

Micheal wasn’t sure what happened, perhaps it had been a root, or perhaps it was just his muscles, but his body stopped running, and almost in slow motion, almost gracefully, Micheal’s body collapsed to the ground, crumpling to the dirt, bouncing once and skidding, before lying still. Micheal felt none of this, as his mind had wandered, and when it returned it took an instant for him to realise where he was. Cold, bone deep and all permeating, came with that realisation. He thought he heard Sparta’s approach, and on the second attempt managed to rise, his body trembling with the cold. He took a few steps, but knew that running was quite beyond him anymore, the cold had won, forgotten for a while, but now it was back and here to claim its price.

”I’m…s-sorry s-sir, I d-don’t t-think I c-can r-run anym-more.”
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