Blood Brothers Under The Sun

León Austral · 03-14-2011, 07:35 PM

Points: WC: 1000+ 10
Joining as a loner: 25

Character Name: León Austral & Analise Austral
Character Birthdate: 9th Feb 2009
Character Gender: Male
Character Species:
50% Canis lupus signatus
50% Canis lupus lupus
Regular Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
Desired Profession Path, if any: Animal Care
AIM if you'd want to give us this:
Currently played characters: Jace Wolfe, Makhesthai Lykoi
How did you hear about 'Souls? <.< i live here
If joining OOCly, a link to three examples of RP. If joining ICly, your IC post.

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Lets get this party started aye?

The sound of horse hooves was a calming and soothing noise, a comforting Clip Clop upon the ground. The scent of hay and beast sweat as well was a well known and loved one, the gentle sway from side to side as the peaceful Clydesdale plodding along on her way, slowly but surely. León did not even have to keep hold of the reins as his reliable mount picked her way through the underbrush and foliage, her black coat shimmering deep blue in the low light. Every now and again Faith lowered her head to nibble at the newly shooting grass or raised it to pluck at the fresh green leaves. The various travel packs and bags that were tied to the mare jingled and clanked merrily with the motion.

They were close to their destination now, he could feel it in his bones. His white eyes scoured the landscape in front of him, searching for a sign of what he was looking for. A soft moo came from behind him and he turned to the Blonde Galician cow that he had brought along with him as a gift for the tribe. She was a kindly woman, much like his Faith, still young with many long years of breeding ahead of her, should a suitable bull partner be found. He clicked his tongue and the Señorita looked up at him with her soft chocolate brown eyes with another quiet moo, she tossed her horns good naturedly. Señorita was tied by a single line to the network of rope that held the entire pack and bag combo together in the event of an attack there would be nothing to stop her from simply pulling free but he had seen this girl stand her ground against wolves and defend herself he had confidence she would not flee.

Nestled within a saddle pack modified for exactly that purpose, his five month old daughter slept blissfully unaware of the world around her. He looked down at her soft brown upper coloring and his heart swelled with pride, Analise was both his beautiful joy and his harrowing sadness for it had been bringing her into the world that his mate had lost the fight for her life, sacrificing her own strength so that her daughter might survive. His ears dropped as his heart clenched tightly in pain, he fought back the tears that threatened to fall from his white colored eyes. He had met Kailypso while he had been traveling through northern Italy. It had been a connection instantly with the beautiful Italian wolf, she had brought out such feelings within him, feelings that he had never knew existed.

A small whimper pulled him from his wistful thoughts and he reached down into the saddle bag that held his daughter, picking up the small pup and cradling her against his chest and she whimpered a second time and began to fret within her dreams. Then she opened her eyes and his heart ached all over again, Kailypso's violet eyes staring up at him from out of the tiny body that almost identically mirrored his own colors and markings. Analise looked at him confused for a few seconds,

"Daddy? Is everything alright?" She scrambled up and looked over his shoulder to check on Señorita, who was busy munching the grass she could reach whilst on the move. Now she twisted within his paws and licked his cheek,

”Te quiero papá” Analise rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes watching the path they had come from and also the cow that she loved dearly. Sometimes she would ride on top of Señorita and the cow would let her for a while until she tired of it, at which point she would toss her head and horns letting them know that she did not want to be ridden any longer. León wrapped her arms around his daughter, hugging her tight to his chest,

”Te amo tambien, ángel” He whispered to her, she knew the story of her mother and brother's deaths. Each was all the oter had in the world; just them, Faith and Señorita, the latter of which moo'ed again as though wanting to be included in the family moment. Suddenly Faith whinnied and León pulled on the reins, stopping the black mare in her tracks. Swinging his long legs from the horse he slid to the ground and let Analise sit where he had on the Faith's back.

"I think I should give Faith a bit of a rest and walk." He rubbed her leathery nose affectionately and she closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. He reached into one of the saddle bags and brought out and apple which he fed to her. His daughter picked up the reins and clicked her tongue as the signal for her to start walking again. He fell into step next to the horse, his long legs easily keeping up with the slow and steady gait. His head was a few inches taller than the huge female at 7.5 foot, he had studied some human books on her breed and when the humans had died the horses of the breed were smaller than they were now, without humans to selectively breed them, nature's work had increased their size. As a consequence the female almost rivaled him in height and she was not especially tall for the breeds standards today.

His little cub was unusually silent and he put it down to the dream she had obviously been fretting in. She balanced on the mare's back in her four legged form, the youngster had yet to go through her first shift and so was confined to the form she was born in. She looked the same as he did, a lighter brown coat on the top with a darker chocolate underneath, a black tipped tail and a black mane. He did not ask about her dream, she would tell in her own time. Instead he began to sing her a little song he had picked up on his journeys;

"Cloaked with the clover and shrouded in mist,

the house of the hill of the lake, she stands.

The lady Navairey, who was fair and white,

she cared for the house of the hill of the lake.

He continued into the chorus and the next verse and the one after that, all the time watching his daughter fro the corner of his eye, smiling as she visibly relaxed, this sing was her favorite and had often been an improvised bedtime lullaby.

1000+

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