Whoever said not to play with knives?

Bris Stormbringer · 09-01-2010, 11:32 AM

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Lawl I'm a bum and ended up totally forgetting I was supposed to start this over the weekend. Forgive me, Bris sort of ran away with me this morning. XD ILU. And AHMAGAD Giddy gets to shift soon!!! =O
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It was the sort of morning that makes you feel alive. The sun was brightly hovering just above the eastern horizon in a flawlessly blue sky. Birds sang excitedly as the world began to wake, a soft layer of fog coating the ground around the lands of Dahlia de Mai. Dewdrops clung to the grass and plants, dripping in little rivulets down toward the ground if they were disturbed. The cool earth felt wonderful to the pads of Bris' feet, her white toes wet with the dew she disturbed on her walk.

It had been the first night in awhile that the nightmares didn't come. Hybrid still haunted her, but his ghost that had found refuge in the recesses of her mind had left her alone last night. For the first time in months, Bris had awakened before sunrise feeling rested rather than exhausted. She'd decided to celebrate the occasion by throwing her most recently acquired novel into her satchel and heading out for some sunlit reading. Her destination was the town square, near the fountain that only hinted at a memory of flowing water, but she had a quick stop to make first.

Before he'd taken Shiloh and Ascher to Solbjorg, Drey had mentioned leaving something in his house for Bris to give to Gideon. She had no idea what he was talking about, but he'd confidently told her she'd recognize it when she saw it. With everything else weighing on her mind lately, the yearling had nearly forgotten about her brother's gift until she'd found the scribbled note from him this morning in her pile of books. If she didn't stop today to get whatever it was Drey had left for Giddy, Bris knew she'd completely let it slip her mind again.

It wasn't exactly a long trek from Conor's house to Drey's: Bris' brother had taken up residence in the large colonial directly next door. The home stood empty now, with Drey and half of his children visiting their family in Solbjorg, and the front door creaked ever so much as Bris made her way inside. Her footsteps were nearly silent, but the sound from the door echoed through the empty house, giving Bris the feeling that she'd suddenly stepped inside one of her horror novels into a haunted house. Her lips stretched into a smile with this amusing though, and she closed the noisy door behind her and made her way upstairs into Drey's former bedroom.

The furnature in the room was sparse, to say the least, reminding Bris a bit of Nayru's room next door. There was a mattress on the floor, the bedframe long since shattered and rotted and gotten rid of. Aside from that, a single large dresser graced the back wall, and it was on this that Bris found the item Drey had left for his son. Placed atop the dresser was a large dagger, nearly long enough to be called a short sword. It's blade was well-cared for and shiny, and Bris smiled a bit as she tested its edge. Drey must have spent the time to sharpen it before he'd left, as it wasn't as sharp as it could be, but it was also far from dull. The handle was carved from a large deer antler, the curve fitting comfortably in Bris' hand. A large half cobochon of turqoise was set into the butt of the handle, but the most impressive part of the set was the sheath upon which Drey had layed the dagger. It was made of supple yet sturdy leather, with leather fringes and colorful beadwork adorning the one side. The beads had been sewn lovingly into a thunderbird pattern, much like the one that graced the earcuff portion of Bris' earring. The woman couldn't help the knowing smile that crossed her face as she slid the dagger back into its sheath, fastening the snap that would keep the dagger from slipping out.

Her planned day of reading now completely forgotten, Bris was still smiling as she moved down the stairs and out of her brother's home in search of her growing nephew. She couldn't help but wonder if Gideon would like the gift. Dreyrugr may not be the best father in the world, but Bris knew that he loved his children deeply. Passing Crow's dagger to Gideon was one of his biggest ways of showing it. It was Drey's most prized possession, and now it belonged to his son. It wouldn't be too much longer before the boy was actually able to use it.

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Gideon Stormbringer · 09-03-2010, 03:40 PM

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Hehe, it's ok

He had thought about returning with his father to see the other side of the family, but had thought better of it. Gideon had made real friends and bonds here in Dahlia de Mai and wished to stay in the pack. Even though when he'd come his initiative had been to find his father, he'd found so much more here in this pack. He still respected his father and thought fondly of him, as fondly as a son could think of someone he didn't see too much, but this was the place he wanted to live. He couldn't imagine leaving Bris and Conor and Nayru...and what about Saluce and Layla?

His siblings had chosen to leave, though, and that was their choice. Gideon could only hope that they would come back sometime soon and either visit or stay for permanent. They'd said that the visit up to the rest of the family was just that, a visit...so hopefully they would return soon. He had liked playing with them once they had found each other again, and had really enjoyed their company.

Today the youngster was playing out amongst the houses. He'd been pretty busy lately with learning how to fish and hunt...it was what he spent a majority of his time practicing these days. He wanted to try and perfect his skills so that he might be able to join in on a big pack hunt in the future. He was also glad to not have to rely so much on the food that Bris sometimes brought back for him. He could catch his own fish, now, if he devoted the time and tried really hard, and that was what mainly made up his diet.

He pranced down the paths between the houses, occasionally going down onto his belly to scoot himself forward so that he might stalk whatever prey he had found. He needed to practice these sneaking skills...so far, he wasn't doing too well with catching anything on land other than a few bugs. There were many butterflies about and he focused on these today, sneaking up behind a yellow and black striped one as it sat on a nearby flower.

Bris Stormbringer · 09-22-2010, 03:06 PM

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*lovelovelovelove*

The butterfly didn't suspect a thing. Bris was careful to be as silent as possible when she'd caught sight of her nephew, his small form doing its best to be stealthy in stalking Giddy's clueless and colorful prey. The woman bit her lip as mischief sparkled in her eyes, and she carefully placed her satchel on the ground as she tip-toed up to the house nearby. Bulky satchels full of books and heavy daggers had no place in ninja-type manuevers.

Gideon had no idea she was there. A playful smirk stretched across Bris' lips as she eased out from the corner of the house, drawing herself closer and closer to Giddy with every step he took toward the butterfly. The wind was with her, blowing her nephew's familiar scent to her and taking hers away from him. The Stormbringer crouched down on her two legs; stalking was a bit more awkward in this form than it would have been on four legs.

Giddy's patience in stalking the brightly-painted butterfly impressed his aunt, but she matched him in her endurance. Every time he stopped, she would stop. Of course, Bris' legs were much longer than her nephew's, and he was far too focused on his colorful victim to notice a large figure sneaking up behind him. Completely in the spirit now, Bris grinned to herself as she waited for the right moment. Just as she saw Giddy tense to take his leap at the clueless bug, Bris pounced!

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Gideon Stormbringer · 09-25-2010, 05:01 PM

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He was enjoying watching the butterfly go from flower to flower. What did it do on the flowers, though? Every time he would get close enough to it to really see what it was doing, it would fly away. Finally, a different butterfly landed on a flower right in front of his face. It was another striped one! He watched as its little legs moved, a long straw-like organ coming out of its face and into the flower. Maybe it was getting a drink from the flower.

His aunt pounced him and took him by surprise. He let out a loud growl, ready to defend himself if it were King or another packmember that he didnt' get along with so well before realizing who it was. Haha! He had no reason to fear. "Mama!" He had fallen over onto his side, and his tail thumped against the dirt. "Why you scare me like that?" He asked, laughing.

The pup's face changed when he realized what he had said, though, and his tail stopped wagging. He had been calling her that in his head for a little while, now. He considered her to be like mother to him, like his mother had been. She had protected him..and his aunt protected him. His mother had loved him and given him food...and so did his aunt. She was just like a mother. He looked at her, unsure of what he should say or do now. "I'm sorry. You're like my momma, Aunt Bris" Hopefully she wouldn't be mad at him for calling her that.

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