Looking for a Savior

Saluce Tremblay · 02-11-2011, 10:46 PM

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There was still a black charred smell that clang to the air, heavily as if to remind someone of what was lost. Blue eyes looked upon the half charred building, the once proud tree was nothing but black coals, the heat long gone but the evidence of its existence slowly crumbling and returning to the earth. The shop was a mess, tools, swords and other items. As the tall male walked along the remains his head still bandaged and the plight of his memory loss still evident. Items that once held meaning only served as visual aids to reinforce what he had lost, memory and a purpose. From what he could piece together this was his shop, it was also how he was in this condition. Somehow it all seemed so distant, even as if another person worked there entirely, how could he ever settle down in once place.

A weary hand rose up to rub his temple, headache returning. Memories would come in jumbled non-linear pieces; the act itself caused him great pain. His brain wasn’t used to having to deal with what seemed like different personalities. From what he had been told, he had taught several of the youngsters in the pack when he had first arrived here, he had been respectable. Apparently that Saluce had found something here. This Saluce only had the remains of a promised land burned and shattered, with no link to the people who made up the land he had called home for some months.

For a few moments the dark gray man stood among the ashes, eyes looking over the scene, finally his legs moved, eyes looking around the strewn rubble hoping to find something he remembered. With a sigh he almost gave up but a soft glint in the sunlight caught his attention. Bending down, hands rummaging through the dust and debris before finally a dagger was pulled from the mess. His father’s dagger sat in his hand, the hilt almost ruined, leather burned away but the blade still remained. Blackened and charred but it was still there and for a moment it was the item he seemed to need. Maybe by some miracle having it would help him through.

Farore · 02-21-2011, 01:59 AM

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Sorry for the wait Matt. Ugh I suck.

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Life had seemed to creep along at an unnaturally slow pace the days preceding the discovery of her sister. Afterwards, after the endless snowstorm and the broken glass home and blood and screaming man, it seemed to move all too quickly. The days she spent wandering Dahlia de Mai seemed unclear and blurred, as if they played too quickly and the two toned woman couldn't remember their content. Maybe it was better not to remember the content, as the reunion between her and Nayru wasn't as Farore had hoped. There was a weird tension still, between Gideon and Farore, after the situation had been sorted out, but Farore was uncertain if it was unfriendly or too friendly or just what. And although Nayru was alive and well there was a tension there too. Although Farore was unwilling to abandoned them both, she was also unwilling to submerge herself into their lives, for clearly they had lives before her arrival and who was she to barge in and disrupt them?

Her sister remained in the green house, checked in upon by Gideon and herself, although the woman refused to see anyone else, as far as Farore knew. Or no one had come to try and see her at least. Farore often kept vigil outside of the green house, as Nayru preferred solitude and her withdrawl was a little concerning. Although perhaps she was always this withdrawn, it was hard to say when Farore realized that although she felt familiar at once with Nayru, she really didn’t know her sister at all. It was almost as if her sister was a phantom occupying the greenhouse but nowhere else, not even in the minds of the others. When no one came to be chased away by Farore, and Nayru did not try to leave or seem in need of assistance, the girl with the eye patch and ink dipped tail gave up her post and took to surveying the pack and the destruction still left over by the storm.

The best ruins could be found in the two towns of Dahlia de Mai, and it was here Farore discovered the forge, or what was left of it. It was also here she discovered another member of Dahlia de Mai, knowing only Gideon and Nayru up until this point. The others were too busy trying to rebuild their lives for Farore to impose herself upon them, try to explain herself to them. Yet she wouldn't stay a secret forever. Nayru might be able to live like a ghost but Farore could not and when she saw the man standing amoung the rubble she had to approach. When she approached closely enough she had no other choice but to speak, and over the snow covered landscape her low and chilly carried easily, sure to reach the other's ears. "Hey there."

Saluce Tremblay · 02-27-2011, 05:05 PM

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yay we can get this started

Saluce, the behemoth, the dark grey monster, the bane of London, and yet the story here told a different tale. Saluce the gentle giant, protector and advisor, he was a teacher, a man who helped those who asked of him, someone who fashioned weapons for deserving individuals. It all confused him, what had changed in him to allow this, was he capable of this all a long, he wasn’t sure. His hand gripped the dagger for a moment trying to remind himself of what he was, and what he had become, that there had been a transformation take place in his soul that had allowed this growth.

For a brief second it all made sense, for a split second he felt the headache flow away and his mind ease a bit. But it was the soft voice of another, the realization of not recognizing it and the scent belonging to it that brought about his headache again. The dark man turned slowly to look upon the individual who had called upon him. Those eyes of his had expected to find a small female behind him, the voice had lead him to believe that but he found his eyes having to scan upwards along her form before he meet those beautiful purple eyes. Such a woman would instantly find themselves an object of his obsession, a tall imposing woman with the physique to drive any sane man crazy. This one proved no different, his eyes looked over her for a moment, trying to remind himself that he had to try and remember her. Maybe he had already ruined his friendship with this lady, maybe during some event he couldn’t remember he had soiled any future they may have, but he forced himself not to think such thoughts. It could very well be someone he didn’t know, or someone he was a friend of and that should be enough to keep his spirits up.

“Bonjour Madam” he soft, voice slightly off, still finding his strength to converse. Could he be dreaming again? A white and black angel coming to take him away to some far away universe? Or could it be his luck to meet a beautiful woman who just happened to wander upon his ruins the same day he was trying to piece it all together.

“Please excuse me, But I do not remember you?” he spoke with a curious tone.

Farore · 02-27-2011, 05:53 PM

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The deep voice of the male answered her brief greeting, the sound entering through her ears and traveling all the way down her spine. It engulfed her body with the unfamiliar words, but the meaning was the same. Hi, hello, how are you? He was polite and the slender lady took a few steps forward, her brilliant eyes alert and watching the stranger. Aside from Gideon she knew no others in the land, but assumed that most, if not all, would know Nayru. That was her golden ticket for being here, although she had not formally been allowed to stay. With the massive downfall of snow her presence had been overlooked by the authorities who said who could come and who could go. Farore went where she pleased and the tall, dark creature before her was the first she had encountered.

His next words were just as strange as the foreign salutations he had provided her, although these were spoke in a language she could comprehend. Yet the meaning was less understandable than the greeting had been. Tilting her head, a soft smile played on her thin lips and then a childish but all too mature giggle erupted from the ink stained, snow angel. "You wouldn't know me. I'm not from around here." Violet eyes watched the other for a reaction. Would he grow suspicious, angry, hostile? It was true, in many senses she was trespassing, but so openly that how could one attack her without asking her the reasons? And yet she would not even give him the chance of asking.

"I am staying with my sister. Nayru." It would be easy to explain the accident. That Nayru required care and Gideon couldn't be expected to be by her side every waking moment. Yet she did not divulge this information, for she did not know this man's relation to her sister and though Farore was far more open than her quiet and thoughtful sister, she respected the girl's privacy. Instead she simply asked the most logical question next, rather than offering up a name for herself or asking for one from him. "Do you know her?"

Saluce Tremblay · 02-27-2011, 06:03 PM

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Silently those eyes of his studied the woman, especially when she mentioned not being a part of the pack. An outsider, someone to be shown the borders and cast out he though, someone who didn’t belong. But she offered up an explanation before he could process his thoughts any further. Her sister Nayru must be of the pack he reasoned, although the name meant nothing to him now, but something told him it should. For a few brief moments he pondered the revelation before she spoke again.

~Did he know her?~ the simple answer was no, but the more complicated answer would have been maybe. He had yet to meet the person she spoke of since his accident and that meant most likely any memory of her wouldn’t be re-found until he did meet her. The answer was too damn complicated to explain but yet he felt he should to make sure they were both on the same page.

“This was my shop, I’m told I was hurt here when this destruction happened. I do not remember most of my past that transpired here my dear, so I can’t answer yes or no, but maybe” His hand pointed to the wrapping about his head to help drive home the point. He was nothing but a dumb cripple, with no wits to be any good to this pack right now and he hated every bit of it as well. Not to mention he had no one to really take care of him in the pretense he wanted, sure Conor and Bris did their best, but they had a young child and a pack to look after, which left the brute plenty of time to wander aimlessly.

“I am Saluce, and Whom do I have the pleasure of talking with?” he asked softly, since he could only take her word for now he decided to act decent and welcoming.

Farore · 02-27-2011, 06:20 PM

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Eyes wandered up to the top of his head and Farore realized that the bandaged head hadn't seemed strange or out of place to her. She had hardly noticed it at all. And yet the man mentioned that he retained no memories, so if he had known Nayru, he did not now. While it was a serious subject, and surely nothing to laugh at, the light hearted woman couldn't help herself. Another girlish giggle came to her, his answer of maybe, his pointing to the bandage. Would he take offense? Perhaps, but the girl didn't care so deeply. Yet she murmured an apology in her low voice, it came out naturally and neatly. "I'm sorry. My sister sports such headwear as well." And how many other wolves had something tumble on their head? Farore imaged many of Dahlians walking about like half wrapped mummies and again a light, private laugh escaped her.

Yet for as funny as she found it, she knew it to be sad. Nayru had nearly lost her life with the amount of blood that had escaped her. And this man was memory-less. How would that feel? Farore imagined forgetting her parents, Din, Nayru and anything that had ever mattered to her. The thought terrified her, until she realized that if she did forget, she wouldn't feel she was missing anything. How can one miss something that they could name or imagine? Her thoughts would have continued in such a manner but the brute spoke again, and Rore tilted her head gently at the introduction.

"Saluce?" The name was repeated, the second constant raising higher in a questioning manner. And then she grinned, forgoing any formalities of head bows or hand shakes or anything of the sort. They seemed past that, or perhaps she imagined it so. Either way she had little use for such traditions unless the other required them. Simply she answered him, "Farore. Is my name." and she waited for him to make the next move, simply standing and smiling, accepting the interactions for what they were worth.

Saluce Tremblay · 02-27-2011, 06:31 PM

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The soft laughter and giggles that escaped the female threatened to anger him. Especially since he had gone through all the trouble to entertain her. Now this whole ordeal seemed as much a practical joke and he wasn’t keen on the idea at all. If he had his memories and there wasn’t a being called Nayru in this pack, she would have been meet with hostility even being as beautiful as she was, but since he couldn’t confirm anything it mattered not. Some part of him wanted to know why this was a funny situation, why the fact he couldn’t remember shit or the fact her sister had suffered some terrible fate as well was funny. The anger boiling over him came in waves as he watched her yet again.

She graced him with a name but it didn’t matter at this point, the switch had been flipped in a way. The outright laughter had pointed out exactly what had been bothering him. For such a capable male, he was indeed worthless right now and it hung heavily on him. He just wanted to walk away from her, least he be reminded again of his worthlessness, hoping she got the idea that he never wanted to see her again. But as always another part of his being forced him to stay, he couldn’t pass up knowing this woman a bit more, it wasn’t everyday that a girl like her, standing in all her glory couldn’t be ignored.

He finally walked up to her staring slightly down at her, noting the size difference, except in this case he didn’t out right dwarf her. She could stand as she was and not have to make too much of an effort to look him in the eye. “So why are you roaming around these lands, which you are not a part of without the Alpha’s permission?” he asked bluntly.

Farore · 03-03-2011, 10:28 PM

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The subtle signs of anger welled to the surface of Saluce's demeanor and Farore suppressed yet another giggle, knowing that this would only upset the brute even further. The man stepped forward, towering over her but not by much. Farore towered over most females and especially her own sister by quite a bit, and it was only the tallest men that had any height over her. That he did and he tried to use it to his advantage both pleased and amused her. Behind back her head and staring up at the man caused her heart to hammer in a pleasant way. It was a small rush, but cheap thrills were all the woman had right then. There was few other ways to amuse herself in the pack lands she did not belong to.

"Family is more important than pack protocols, don't you think?" And they were to Farore, although she now knew Nayru differed in that opinion. Her sister had been so long removed from her sisters that Dahlia de Mai was first in her heart, but even knowing this Farore couldn't abandon Nayru. "Or don't you have any family?" Farore's voice softened then, not the teasing or chilled tones it normally took, but almost a sound of sympathy. Would the man even remember if he had family? Surely if he had any in the pack, they filled him in on his missing memories of them, and if they were from before maybe he remembered them. Perhaps though he couldn’t remember faces that had never been there.

Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled away from the man, keeping the distance between them formal. "Nayru needs me now, and I don't feel like leaving until I know she is okay." It was that simple, although Farore knew it was not just her head. She had to know Nayru was really okay, that Dahlia de Mai was indeed the best place for her, which Farore didn't think was exactly true but she was willing to give the place a chance. A small one. "I'm not leaving until I know she is okay." Her voice was a little more set just then, her amethyst eyes sparkling at her own daring, as if to challenge this man. He could accept her then or try to remove her and Farore felt she would enjoy either of those options.

Saluce Tremblay · 03-14-2011, 10:38 PM

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sorry for the wait hun

With one sentence she cut right into him harder than any knife, sword or weapon made of man for the slaughter ever would. Family, he had none of the likes. His family was a million miles away and he’d never see them again. Saluce was stuck in this land, away from home in a foreign feeling pack and now a woman who could almost look him in the eye was cutting through him with words. It was disconcerting and he didn’t bother replying to the question. Finally his arms just crossed listening to her, determining for the time being what to do with her. He was in no shape for open confrontation, or to chase her out of Dahlia, and if he knew Nayru she would know him and she may not take well to such aggressive behavior he reasoned.

“Just stick close to her home. Until you’ve talked with Conor and okayed your stay with him you are still a trespasser on Pack lands. Which means, that it would be a good thing to mind your manners and stay out of trouble.” His tone wasn’t confrontational, more or less just reiterating what she probably already knew. For a brief instant he almost spoke again but decided to just leave it at that for now. This woman irritated and intrigued him and he could feel it boiling underneath the surface. He instantly distrusted her and her motives even if they where genuine and he’d have to keep an eye on her.

As he was about to turn away, conversation done a searing pain surged through his brow, another episode, another painful reminder and debilitating event that caused him to instantly grab his head and close his eyes in pain. These attacks had started recently, head feeling as if it was going to explode. A quick “Ahhhhhh” escaped his lips as he fought for control over something that left him in a completely vulnerable state.

Farore · 03-18-2011, 03:20 PM

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sort. derp derp.

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His words were meaningless to her, but the woman could tell that he took himself, and Dahlia de Mai, seriously. Pack. Pack lands. Pack members. She didn't care about any of it. Farore had no pack now, she never had one before, and she told herself she never would. Why they all were so touchy about who walked on what land baffled her, but she bit her lips to suppress the smile and simply nodded, as if consenting to his words. Yet she did not care if she saw Conor now or ever, because wherever Nayru was she belonged also, and that was all there was to it. And after the brute had finished his speech he turned to leave and Farore was glad. She was growing tired of him and his attitude and would be glad to resume her wandering alone.

Turning to leave herself the exclamation from the man made her turn back. That he was in great discomfort was clear and immediately Farore regretted some of her previous thoughts on the man. she grew still and silent watching him with thoughtful eyes and then took a few steps forward, her hand out stretched just slightly. More of gesture than an actual action. "Saluce? Are you alright?" The smirk gone now from her face as concern for someone she didn't even know replaced it.

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