Sermon on the Mount
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Sorry a bit preachy but feel free to walk in and bug him!

The behemoth sat on a rock outcrop, disarmed, his holy sanctified blades resting under him along with his dagger. His path had been discovered, the bible laid at his feet, the prayer beads draped around his neck along with a silver cross hanging in the wind. His paw slowly moved along the beads in meditation, legs crossed Indian fashion, letting the wind talk in silent whispers to his soul. Saluce had changed a lot in the past few days, for so long he denied the teachings of his past instructor. He had taken only the physical and warrior nature of his teachings and left the spiritual teachings behind. The posturing of Knights never interested him, even though his teacher was considered a paladin, a warrior prophet who protected as much as he spread the faith of peace and love. It had taken him years to understand, his teachers words had come filtering back to his mind, the words that he had memorized had suddenly found meaning, the brute had found the answers to his dilemma’s and now a strong foot needed to stay firmly put in those teachings to ground him in the universe.


The failed mate ship with Layla, the fight with Nayru had all carried important lessons, they where reminders, fate was stepping in at every turn to push him back toward his destiny. Like the Apostle who denied Jesus name three times, Saluce had denied his god to many times and now he had a life in front of him to make up for his denial of his existence. The behemoth was beginning to be re-forged in a new light, no longer the mythical monster and bringer of death but the bringer of light and heavy handed enforcer against the evils that possess his kind. A paladin, to protect the weak, to watch over the pack he was charged with, and to spread the message of peace and faith. That was the man’s charge; he wasn’t some bloated knight with silly preconceptions of chivalry, no his hand was guided by the light of god.


A single solitary thought prevailed, these wolves he considered his family needed him to be here, and they needed his faith as much as his righteous blades. So with a purpose his form slowly stood atop the rock, eyes still closed, and hand clutching the beads, soul finally free of the curse that had plagued him for so long.


“And to holy God I pray, Amen” where the words that finally escaped his lips.



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here comes bug to bug bug xD blehhh this is crappy crappiest -.- wc: 353 (3 points)

It was a fair day as far as the winter season went, and Shayna found herself exploring these new lands of which she could now call home. With a faint flush of wind that danced past her maw the woman changed direction, in chase of a familiar scent she still had business with. For days she had often wandered in hope of catching him to repay her gratitude for the recent events, it seemed today she was in luck. When she first caught sight of the dark silhouette upon outcrop she could only question herself as to if that being was really her rescuer, but she smothered that thought out with the reasoning that she had never seen him from the back. Trusting her nose she quietly approached the man from behind, pausing for a moment as he stood to stare up at the tall figure and hear his words to God. She felt terrible that she was going interrupt his moment of prayer, reluctantly opening her lips ”Saluce…erm” she let words out quietly, in a futile attempt to not say them at all.

Carefully she moved around the rock placing her feet carefully so she would not slip on compacted snow. A small chunk of the nervousness hindering her mind left her and she felt a tad more relaxed now that she was facing him and could gain eye contact.” About the other day, you could have just left me… And I know you could of, but you didn’t... So basically what im trying to say is that you saved my life, thank you... You’re a good man Saluce.” Was that enough? Or too much, the woman didn’t really know how to state her gratitude very well towards others, especially now it was someone who possibly saved her entire existence – she just couldn’t comprehend it. She fiddled nervously with her hands as her gaze travelled to the peak of his form and reached his eyes. The woman stilled herself and waited patiently in return of his reaction and in hope that he would not be angered by her interrupting his holy moment.



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Ears heard the stranger approaching but no apprehension grew in him. Everything happened for reasons, and coincidences where convenient scapegoats to use instead of deep thought. As it was he had just finished his prayer and was about to leave when she had joined him. Her voice and scent reminded him of that day, she was quite famished and wouldn’t have lasted much longer. But the similarities between how he had come to Dahlia and how she had where not lost on him. So as her nervous words hit his ears and the understanding of what she was trying to say dawned on him he could only think of one answer to reply with.


The cool calmness of his voice rang softly against the wind hinting at his rather unique foreign accent. Years of English had done much to smooth away at his French heritage but it was still there if you listened well enough. “There was once a male who fell and broke his leg not far from where you where. A dark lady came to his aid and brought along another who showed kindness to him. They could have just as easily left him for dead, left him to his fate but they didn’t. Dahlia is a pack full of strays and wanderers, sometimes they come healthy and in search of family, others come starving, hurt and in need of kindness. It matters not my unique looking friend” he added with a smile down to her as he offered a hand to help her up onto the stone he stood atop.


That hand would leave hers once she was up with him to point out the view of the sea before them; they stood atop a cliff that overlooked the dangerous shoreline below. “Do you know your way? The path before you?” he asked simply enough.


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She said nothing but listened quietly contempt with the sound only of his words, a faint quarrel of relief flushing throughout her face as he wasn’t offended by her presence. It was obvious to her that this soul of whom he spoke of was him, but you had to give him credit it was a beautiful way to tell your story that had lead him to these lands. With a smile he offered her his hand of which she accepted, and placed her small frail hand into his with a flashback tingling in her mind of her hand frailly trembling last time they had met. She returned the smile with a faint elegant expression placed on her cheeks.

”How is your leg now?” she asked curiously, with the perplexing bubble in her mind that questioned that a broken leg could heal fully, with no experience or witness of a breakage through her eyes before. The woman steadied herself atop the rock and tilted forward slightly to snatch a view of the colossal, deathly drop below. It was a breath taking to watch the birds tumble over the suppressing winds and mimic the waves rolling and slithering over themselves towards the sands beneath them. She watched the man’s gesture and raised her maw into the wind taking a deep breath of fresh sea air, letting her scarlet hair ripple freely in the breeze behind them before answering his question ”im afraid not, unless the path of which you speak is destiny?” Now maybe she was over thinking the situation, but it was better to answer all the boxes than just one right?


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“There are many wounds more serious than a broken leg, most of them mental.” He hopped off the rock with ease as if to prove his leg was perfectly fine. And yet again that hand was offered if she needed it in order to come down off the rock. He’d gather his things, fashion his swords around his waist, a hand would clutch the prayer necklace around his throat and then he was prepared to leave. The women had spoke of not knowing her path, which if honest was a starting point. There was no need to ask what evils she may have committed in the past, nor would he address or speak of his again. Blue eyes looked up the curiously colored women, wondering just how lost she was. Even in his recent revelations he could understand being lost and wasn’t about to act as if he was holier than thou.


“You have to be open to the subtle hints, there are no coincidences in life, everything happens for a reason, either to push you or pull you toward your path. We never know exactly where we will end up but that’s just it, our path is our journey and the journey is our destiny” He offered a smile to the beautiful women. If he had still been single and never had mated layla he would have thought of courting this lady, but even now that his mate ship was over he still thought it wrong on some level. No he was more interested in why she was here. Was there something he was supposed to teach her, to help heal some god awful sore that festered in her core?


“Do you come here seeking to live a good, loving and heartfelt life?” he asked in a strait forward notion. Sometimes he could transcend beyond his own responsibilities but he considered it part of his service he preformed for Conor and his band of misfits. To protect, promote peace, and to perpertuate unity. She didn’t have to thank him for his actions, he had done only what had been done for him and nothing more.


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sswm: 444


Her friend answered her question then backed it up with physical evidence, and hopped off his podium to show its worth, and he was correct – for the woman could not rectify a single ailment of movement or lameness in his step as he moved from her. He offered her his hand in assumption to help herself down and she graced him with a kind smile and brief nod as she once more accepted his aid to lower her platform, the hybrid’s thoughts replicated what a gentleman. She waited patiently as Saluce gathered his weaponry and what not, with a gaze out onto the ocean and a quiet moment of pleasant silence as she let the sea’s fresh air exfoliate her breathing canal from all of the musty cigarette fumes that had consumed it before, and the fresh breeze circulated her respiratory system with a cool feeling of enlightenment that burst out the depths of her wretched soul.

Shayna listened to what he said, in a manner of politeness and obvious recognition of his words. What the man had stated was true there was no denying the obvious, nor was it just coincidence that her past had been intertwined and weaved together so closely and venomously for it just to be pure unlucky. Deep down she thoroughly believed that her earlier life events had taken place to mould and shape the woman into who she was today, to harden her personality and learn her a variety of lessons be it good or bad and to teach her the moral understanding of what was the right or wrong thing to do in this world, most importantly to make her realise who she really was and what direction she wished to push forward with in her life. With his question of the seeking of sanctuary she didn’t quite know how to answer, a puzzled look formed upon her face. The truth was she didn’t know what she was going to do or where she was headed when her form finally returned to its expected shape but she would stay within Dahlia de Mai’s hierarchy for sure, she felt safe here and it was a supporting shoulder after all the wrong and states she had gotten herself in. ”im unsure, in all honesty – but one thing is for certain that I will be staying within Dahlia de Mai, I have let too many good opportunities pass me by time and time again…My mother, she would of wanted this for me.” a heartfelt sigh escaped her lips and she pushed the words out with a small tinge of regret, her beautiful velvet golden eyes beamed limply towards Saluce.


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Soft smiles escaped his lips as he watched her take in and then respond with her own words. Shayna was quit gifted when it came to her appearance and he could only wonder what she had done with those gifts. There was a time when he was younger when he had taken advantage of his own charm, and youthful vigor for playful romps that had no future in them. Saluce flashed her a knowing smile, and nodded as those words came across his ears.

Then he nodded and let a hand motion for her to walk with him. Saluce needed to stretch his legs after sitting so long in one position. His arms finally settled to rest behind his back then, as stride after stride took him away from his sacred spot.

“Oh I’m not perfect either, poor decisions such as my failed relationship with my previous mate only further make this life difficult for me” he admitted blindly, unsure of why he would state such a thing. Knowing on some small level that it would be a long time before he would ever allow himself to feel like he was in love again. Did he mention this as some offhand way of letting her know he was available? Even still it was an example for her to use, to make sure she knew he was no saint either. Easier for him to help her if she felt comfortable with someone who’d sinned as well.

“Sometimes you have to let go of your bad decisions, they helped you get here by the way. I have yet to find out what my lesson was with Layla but I’m sure there was a reason for it” he replied with a cool demeanor back to her. A few more footsteps before his icy hues settled back over to her, wondering what she would have to reply with.


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kay this is just bleehhhh sorry for the wait! D: wc: 857

It seemed easy a pie to talk to Saluce about anything or anyone and she felt she was bonding well with her literal life saving friend, when he signalled for her to walk with him she followed smoothly and understandingly listened in a silent frame of being offering the odd supportive smile as he shared his own misfortunes and mistakes that had taken a grip on his life on some point or another easily without a hint hesitance in his voice. She tried her best to keep up with the large male with his long mileage eating stride, his tall demeanour somewhat over shadowing Shayna’s petite fragile form. The woman felt comforted that it wasn’t only her that had carried out a multitude of sins in this world even if the man had only executed one in his time walking this earth, maybe he had carried out more sinful actions than he would care to share with the woman but it was acceptable as she wasn’t too keen on sharing her bad decisions either.

Of course she assumed the man was curious of her wrong doings and it would have been cruel to deny him this, after all the good deeds that Saluce had done for her. And so with a heavy sigh the words reprieved her lips, knowing his icy cold eyes were on her ”Everything happens for a reason, im sure you will find a beautiful woman and the answers you seek in time, Saluce...” She let a easy pause fill the air for a moment before continuing. ”I suppose you want my story, right? I know you’re curious” she teased with a cheeky smile.

“It all started when my mother met a charming man named Carlos Rivera, and they had a passionate short lived relationship in which she conceived us. He left her, in fear of exile from his pack due to impregnating a non-pack member and mum hated us for keeping her from him – she went insane, and started to abuse herself and us along with it, I have suspicion it was because of all of the bad things she did while we were developing that caused me to be so small.” She paused for air and to visualise her last words, dragging her hands seamlessly through the air from the top of her shoulders to point at the ground as if they were shrinking her form somewhat. ”She tried to kill us, multiple times before we were born prematurely…but, I…I was the only one to make it out alive, and it was then my fault – for my father’s fleeing, my siblings death. Everything was my fault.” Emphasized, the fiery red head bit her lip cautiously ” The party was my escape.. I would stay out every night all night long until I felt better. But one day, my mama had passed away when I returned – I think it was something to do with her alcohol and drug addiction myself, but had written me a note before she died, it told me what to do – what she would have wanted, really. I found my dad, and I made sure he knew I was coming.” She darkly stated, a cursed smile prying up the sides of her lips. She had made sure her revenge on her father was sweet – that was for sure, but perhaps not on his behalf. All that was left of that night was the faint screams that echoed in her mind, the woman was consumed in such rage she could not recall clearly the treacherous events leading up to the moment of her father’s demise. ”I, killed him."

Her eyes nervously reached up to his, curious of what his reaction would be, the very few that had been told this story were genuinely shocked at her actions, with no belief she could be capable of such doings, but furthermore the woman continued to explain her actions so that her new found friend did not turn and run with the thoughts that a psychotic killer had been accepted into Dahlia De Mai. “it’s not something I would normally do- im not a fighter really, but he deserved it, every last second of it. In fact I keep him with me as a little reminder of how I gained vengeance for my mother – it gives me a piece of mind that it wasn’t all in vain”

Wow, it had been easier to explain than when she explained it to Conor, and deep down a thorough feeling of being able to control her own emotions for once set in concrete; she was proud she could explain easily it now. She turned to lift her satchel to the tall man, showing him the curved, bumped and cracked skull, unbleached it stained a creamy ivory hue, a slight darker colour outlining the edges of crevices she had caused. In hope that his perception of her hadnt changed to a crazy woman with a bright crimson warning sign planted on her forehead stating ‘keep well away’ a sigh escaped her, hoping he could maybe if not a little understand her unfortunate sequence of events.

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His form loomed over the smaller women with quiet interest in what she had to say. Eyes returning their gaze to her as she recanted her story. Several questions came to mind as her reasoning seemed very flawed to him. He hadn’t asked her for this story of her life, hadn’t really asked her to reveal this information, and he wouldn’t share his life story with her either. But now though he felt it necessary if he was to converse with her.


“Sometimes violence consumes your soul. I have ended many lives whether or not they deserved it” he spoke softly, he still had violent fits, still carried the scars of a fury filled youth that had infected his mind. Even a few days ago he had come very close to wanting to kill Conor. Violence was something Saluce knew very well indeed, it was a part of him and he’d live with it the rest of his life.


“I don’t have much right to judge but it sounds to me that you should have never blamed yourself for your parent’s mistakes. You were born innocent of their sins but yet you fell into them all the same. I hope your soul hasn’t suffered the damage mine has with foul deeds?” Now though he couldn’t help but shake the feeling of slight disgust with her for the moment. Judging her would be wrong, she was still somewhat innocent to her deeds. A sigh escaped his lips as his long strides slowed before stopping all together in front of her.


“We all do things we aren’t proud of. It what you do going forward” he said with a slight bit of humility. The big behemoth was a force for good as much as he was for evil and he could never purge that from himself.


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