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Ehno Marino · 11-30-2010, 04:07 AM

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"Numb" was a sufficient way to sum up how Ehno had been feeling since Haven's visit just days before. There was of course the initial shock, then rage, which was soon turned upon himself. He had let this tragedy befall his children by not being there for them, by not being a good father. Hell, he may have well descended down to the level of his own worthless sire by standing by and letting his son become a monster. Eventually the Marino just arrived at the point where he couldn't feel anything anymore. His mind was so busy trying to process all the rage, grief, and hatred that it just seemed to short circuit.

It was better when he tried not to dwell on the news delivered to him by the Miracles' Knight, but it was a difficult task with the thought always looming in some dark corner of his mind. His family would be able to read him like an open book and they would confront him about it, and when they did, that surge of emotions would come crashing back down on him. He wasn't ready to face that yet, so it was easiest for him to just avoid lingering around Haven Manor whenever possible. The Marino would slink in to sleep and slink back out just as quickly, hoping to avoid his family.

As a result, he was beginning to spend more time around some of the farther landmarks within the pack lands. Today Ehno sought refuge at the site of the old plane crash. It had been some time since the man last visited the wreck, and its features were rather spotty in his memory. He approached the downed aircraft from one side, eyes lingering for a moment on the front portion that was crumpled from the impact. The Dreamer neared it without hesitation, stopping to seat himself on the cold metal of one of the wings. Afternoon was upon the lands, but the cloudy skies gave the sun no opportunities to warm them. It was a clear indication that winter was finally arriving. With that thought, he simply closed his eyes and savored the cool bite of the wind rustling his fur.

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Pixie Frost · 12-21-2010, 01:01 AM

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Thank god for winter break, I can finally get stuff done XD
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An old scratchy cloak wasn’t going to keep Pixie completely warm in the winter. Nor was Magic’s newly grown double coat going to keep the horse completely warm either. The wolfess, at least, had the manor to shelter in if the weather got particularly chilly; Magic had nothing. The cottage out in the woods where he had been spending most of his time was not entirely in the best of shape, and he couldn’t even go into it, as the door was not wide enough for a stallion his size to fit in.

This predicament had dawned on the young fae as she returned from her hunting trip near the shores of Lenape River, a pitifully thin rabbit slung over her shoulder. Her hardy steed carried her through the field where scraps of old metal from some destroyed machine left by humans long ago lay haphazardly like a sort of mechanical graveyard. And seated on one of these broken pieces of aircraft, she spotted a fellow Crimson Dreamer, one she had first seen about a month ago.

She approached the wolf slowly—by now she had learned that not all wolves were as familiar with horses as she was, let alone riding them—and slid the hood of her cloak off her head. “Hey, I think we’ve met before. You were at the birthing not too long ago.” It couldn’t even really be called meeting each other, now that she thought about it; both of them had been too occupied with the momentous event to introduce themselves. But he seemed like a nice enough guy; at the moment, judging from how his eyes were closed, he seemed to be brooding about something, but not so much that Pixie thought there would be harm to simply saying “hello.” She at least wanted to find out the wolf’s name.

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Ehno Marino · 12-23-2010, 11:23 PM

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I know what you mean. XD wc:310

Particularly heavy footfalls could be heard in the distance, the sound causing the Marino's ears to twitch slightly. At first he wondered if it was perhaps just some curious sounds caused by the wind, but as the footsteps continued on in a pattern, steadily increasing in volume, he realized that it was not so. Someone was obviously approaching, but the Marino did not turn to see who it was. Maybe they were just passing by and they would not stop to chat. He didn't necessarily want to draw attention to himself right now, if there was potential in going unnoticed. But when the footsteps continued to grow louder and eventually came to a halt nearby, he knew he would not be that lucky. Whoever had approached then spoke, an unfamiliar voice.

Amber eyes finally opened to see who it was, discovering that the unknown pack mate was not alone. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the horse, not from its unfamiliarity, but rather from how unexpected the creature was. When the initial shock wore off, he focused his attention on the woman, finding her features vaguely familiar. Her greeting explained where he had seen her before--at the birth of his niece and nephews. It couldn't have been more than a month ago, but in the meantime, he hadn't really seen her or her equine companion around. "Yes," he said. "Ghita is my sister." He forced a smile to his lips, aided by the warm memory of the day his sibling's second litter was born. He wouldn't allow himself to look completely forlorn in front of a stranger. "My name is Ehno," he introduced. Perhaps it wasn't so bad that she had stopped by after all. He needed to do more than sit around and mope all day, and what better way to distract himself than by meeting someone new?

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Pixie Frost · 01-03-2011, 01:17 AM

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Pixie nodded. “Yes, that would explain it. You two do kind of look alike.” There really were a lot of Marinos in Crimson Dreams—Savina, her siblings, her mate, her children, her nieces and nephews, her in-laws…more than half of the pack must have been related to the leader. Not that she particularly minded; in her old pack, everyone was related to each other. Still, it was strange to think that her new pack was not only figuratively a family, but also quite literally as well.

“I’m Pixie,” she introduced herself. “Pixie Frost. I joined Crimson Dreams about two months ago.” A little less than that, but the blue-gray musician was never good with math. “And this is Magic,” she added, pointing to her horse. “He’s a little wary around strangers, but as long as you don’t do anything weird, he’ll get used to you.”

Feeling a gust of cold wind on her, Pixie shivered and wrapped her cloak around her. “Isn’t it a little cold to be sitting out here? I only came here to look around for a while—I’ve never been in this part of the territory before, you see.” She gave the chestnut stallion a pat on the neck. “At least we’ve got a manor to go back to if it gets too cold. Magic can’t fit in the cottage where all the goats live, so he’s got nowhere to go if it gets really cold.” Even though her horse had lived the first few years of his life in the wild, she felt bad for having him freeze in the cold weather while she and the other Crimson Dreamers could curl up by the fireplace in Haven Manor. Besides, since Magic normally stayed near the cottage but also sometimes wandered around, Pixie had to look for him every day when she went to check on him, which was a pain in the ass when the weather was bad. If there were an indoor building where he could stay when she wasn’t riding him, it would make Pixie’s life easier and Magic more comfortable and less vulnerable to the elements.

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