till we couldn't feel our teeth

Saul Stormbringer · 02-21-2012, 05:10 PM

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bish, making me post and whipping my ass when I slack! or so it feels like! lmao

The three of them moved about the clearing they'd came to a natural halt in and began to gather firewood. Critical green eyes watched the darker of his newly discovered cousins limping with the injury to his foot and compassion welled in his chest as he thought of the help he could give the man. Of course, there was nothing he could do about the man refusing the help and Saul swallowed the request once more. They exchanged idle chit chat as they collected the wood before Saul settled to try and light the thing. He was going to have to try and find some more flint soon enough- his own pair were beginning to wear down enough that a few of the hits created no sparks at all. It took him a good ten minutes to get the fire roaring, in which time Niernan had removed a wrapped package from his bag. It must have been a very fresh kill- while the Luperci were more advanced than they once had been, with their civilisation and opposable thumbs, they still hunted the traditional way and usually killed in their lupus form using traditional hunting methods. For Niernan to have fresh meat with him, Saul knew the kill must have been fresh. The majority of the meat he carried on his own person was dried to stop it from decaying like it would if it was left fresh. He heard the brothers scolding words to his younger counterpart and smirked softly, although it reminded him of the relationship he'd had with Gideon and that caused him pain to think on.

Saul didn't miss the look passed between Bran and Niernan as he explained his story and he hoped that the two would explain what was going on. It made his head spin, to think about all these things that these two relative stranger knew about his family, their family. And it made it just that little bit worse as the two of them launched into what they understood of the family at the moment. They explained who their parents are and explained about Bris. He'd been wondering about his wraith-like aunt and he wasn't particularly comforted by the fact that she hadn't returned to the Stormbringer stronghold. He leapt up for a moment, rummaging in his bags before pulling out some crumpled paper and a pair of graphite sticks. He made quick notes as they were talking, determined not to forget what they told him. From what they said, Wraith appeared to be the current leader and he wondered what relation he was to the man. The way Niernan spoke about a 'mating between a Stormbringer and a Dawnrunner' made him wonder what that was about.

"Why would a Dawnrunner and a Stormbringer mating be bad? Why would Wraith not approve?"

He asked, green eyes ripe with the innocence of not knowing the circumstances and strife his birth had caused. He had no idea about the ongoing war between the two packs. His interest was captured as soon as Niernan his siblings and father. Relief flooded through him when he said that his litter were all safe in the Stormbringer pack. Previously, he'd had the constant worry that his brother Ascher had died in the snowstorm last year and that nobody had found his body. But to know that he was safe with their father and relatives, and that he hadn't altered too much since he'd last seen them, was a massive relief to him. Although he had to admit that his fathers lack of a sense of humour wasn't surprising. Saul's opinion of his father was low at the best of time and he wasn't exactly shocked at his less than stellar appraisal from his cousin. He laughed along with Bran until Niernan jokingly snapped at the tan boy that his tail still hurt.

"I would have liked to have lived in the pack for at least a little while." Saul said wistfully, thinking that life would probably be less complicated had he lived with his relatives instead of trying to struggle on his own. Still, there was nothing he could do about that, unless he left now and went to discover the whole other side of Stormbringers.

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