staring at the wayside

Ehno Marino · 03-04-2011, 09:47 PM

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<333 Forward dated to tomorrow. wc:323

The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon when Ehno finally made his way back to Haven manor. The Marino had been on high alert ever since he learned of the altercation between his sibling and an individual who had recently joined their ranks. The mere thought of it caused the Marino's hair to stand on end and summon the ghost of a growl to his throat. Who would be ungrateful enough to bring violence upon those who gave them shelter, a home? The details of the situation were few and vague at best, but the chocolate-furred male knew he would learn more when the time came. His dear sister needed her rest, and in the meantime he would stand sentinel for the Dreamers, keeping a wary eye out for more trouble. Thankfully, the afternoon had held no trouble for them, and the quiet hours worked well to calm his tense muscles and frantic thoughts.

Four paws carried him up the front steps of the Dreamers' communal home, and he nudged at the handle of the door with his muzzle to let himself inside. Hunger gnawed at his belly, but he ignored it for the time being, his mind already focused on his next move. He traversed through the familiar halls of the manor, taking note of the solemn quietude that had taken root within their walls. His footsteps slowed as he approached the room his sibling had claimed, unconsciously softening the pattering of his feet upon the wooden floors. The door was most of the way closed, and Ehno nudged it forward as gently as he could. He stepped part of the way in the room, amber gaze immediately darting to where Savina lay resting. The sight of his sister in such a wounded state caused an ache to bloom in his chest. "Oh, Savi..." he whispered to himself, ears folding back against his head as he watched her resting form.

Savina Marino · 03-07-2011, 07:55 PM

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The leader of the Dreamers was lost in a haze of pain and grief. A full day had passed since she had partaken in a harrowing fight with the murderess who had slithered her way into their ranks and now the full truth of the situation had sunken into her heart and head. At first there had only been that blinding anger, that need for justice and retribution. All of that was gone now though, flooded out of her during the combat that had left her seriously wounded. Her daughters had pulled the arrow from her shoulder and stitched and bandaged all her other wounds. That was not what hurt the most though, incapacitated as she was. What hurt most was the knowledge that she had lost her son. That horrid beast of a woman had killed him. Now she reaped the fruits of her indecision from before. Savina should have gone after Denali. She should have gone after him and brought him home. She could have saved him, and now he was dead. Killed, because she hadn't been able to make a choice.

Once the delirium from her blood-loss had lifted she had asked Cambria to bring her the mask that she had found in the traitor's belongings, the one that had belonged to her son. It was all there was left of him now. There was no body to bury, that grim sense of closure even denied to her. The woman had curled her battered body around the metal feline mask as if it were Denali and she cried silently, eyes giving birth to the twin rivers of her grief and loss. The joy of Artemis' awakening had been completely snuffed out and she felt hollow inside. There was some, very small part of her that even wished she had died in that fight, that felt she deserved such a fate for failing the boy she had taken in as her own and sworn to take care of.

She had slipped into some fitful sleep, but when she heard faint footsteps in the room and softly whispered words her dulled eyes half opened and head turned to look at who had entered. Her eyes connected with her brother's and tears sprang anew instantly. "I failed him Ehno..." her voice choked out weakly. There was no care or concern for her own physical state, only for that deep rooted loss that now suffocated her spirit.

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Ehno Marino · 03-07-2011, 11:26 PM

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;~; wc:321

There were only a few times that Ehno could remember seeing his dear sister in such a state of pain, and those memories could do nothing to make the sight before him seem any less severe. He wanted to help her in whatever way he could, but there was nothing he could do to heal her wounds except give her space and the time to rest. With time her wounds would heal, and the care of her daughters could help speed that along. But for the time being, she was forced to endure. She didn't deserve this. He could only hope that the wretched traitor had it just as bad, if not worse.

Worse still were her emotional injuries. He could see it in her tear filled eyes as she turned to him that it was those wounds that were ailing her the most. These were the sort of wounds Ehno was capable of healing. He could be there to offer her comfort, to hear her woes and to soothe her. The Italian man had done it before, and he would do it time and time again, as long as she needed him. It was his job as her brother, her protector.

Chocolate-colored ears twitched at the sound of her strained words, and they folded back as he caught sight of her tears. He hurried over to her side, nuzzling her gently. Amber-gold eyes caught sight of the familiar mask at her side, recognizing it as belonging to the boy Savina had taken in as her own. The pieces began falling into place within his mind. He knew the boy had gone missing weeks ago, but could this have meant something had befallen the young wolf? No, he didn't wish to entertain the thought. "Do not say that," he chided gently. Ehno settled down at his sibling's side, eyes seeking to meet her own tear-clouded emeralds. "You did everything you could for him."

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Savina Marino · 03-12-2011, 09:05 PM

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SadSavi is Sad :[

It pained her brother to see her this way, as it would any good brother. Savina certainly never wished for Ehno to have to see her like this or anyone else for that matter. Still, there had been no other reaction for her to hold onto, no other path to even consider. Her family had been threatened, the sanctity of her pack bond broken. Punishment had been needed and she had delivered, even if the cost to herself had been high. There was no regret for her actions and what she had wrought. The only thing she wished was that she had been able to indefinitely take that devil's life from her. There was a chance that she was perishing of her wounds, but such a thing could not be confirmed, and so her justice was incomplete. A life for a life had not been given in surety, and now it ate it her whole. Even the part of her that believed if she had killed Nuki that this ache in her chest would not be so severe knew the truth: nothing could dull the pain of the loss she had endured.

Ehno quickly came to her side and gave her loving nuzzles. Savina only sobbed softly, the tears flowing more freely. Even such slight movements cause the pain to lance through her and she whined softly. She didn't curse the pain though, for it was simply a due punishment for how horribly she had failed Denali. Her brother settled down next to her, telling her not to say such things. Telling her she had done all she could. Her eyes were closed and she shook her head back and forth. No, she had not done everything. There was so much more she could have done and it could have prevented all of this. "I could have gone after him when he ran away. I should have gone after him. There was nothing I could do for Artemis anyway, and she is fine now, but Denali..." Her voice gave out on her again as her flooded eyes connected once again with the honey hue of her sibling's. "He's dead. Because I did nothing." If she had had the energy to wail she would have. Saying that horrible truth was a pain like no other. The salt tears came like an ocean tide and she had to blink to keep her brother in focus.

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Ehno Marino · 04-02-2011, 10:23 PM

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Short and late, lo siento.

Savina’s tears were a clear and constant reminder of the physical and emotional pain that freshly plagued her. While Ehno could sympathize with her torment, he could only imagine the extent to which her pain must reach. Her quiet sobs and strained words made that perfectly clear to him. Sympathy was clear on his features, sorrow mixing and deepening his expression as the words sunk in. The death of a child. There could be no greater terror for a parent than that. His sister did not deserve such a torment. The boy Denali didn’t deserve to have his life cut short, either.

He slowly shook his head at her words of self-blame. “You could not have known that this would happen. No one could have.” Ehno himself could have never imagined that such a terrible tragedy would befall their family. It would take a god to foresee such unexpected events, and the Marinos were just as mortal as the other residents of Nova Scotia. Fate had seen fit to remind them of that, in her increasingly cruel ways. “You did what you thought was best.” He knew his words would likely do little to console her, no matter the truth that may lie behind them. Such was the behavior of true, bone-deep grief.

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