Could you raise me up?

Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 04-11-2011, 06:52 PM

The male and his son had wandered the pack lands aimlessly. They'd fully explored the town, finding out which houses were claimed and which were not. He was thinking of finding a house for himself, but hadn't seen one he was yearning to call his own. None of the houses were the little cabin he and Kira and the pups had shared. He'd let Liam explore on his own for a little while while he himself explored a small stone house that seemed to sit on the edge of a forgotten garden. He personally liked the idea of building his own somewhere else, but wanted to be a part of the pack too. He'd joined for the sake of Liam, he knew, but also because he was lonely, and a little anxious since he was attacked by his own father. Lucifer had drugged him and done horrific things to him. Things no son should have to endure from his father. And on top of that, he'd pierced his ears. Tal didn't want them getting infected, so he cleaned them. He would have removed them, but Lucifer had threatened to come back for his son if he did. Tal would die to protect Liam, but as drugged as he'd been, there hadn't been anything he could have done if Lucifer had tried to make good. That had been the deciding event that had moved the pair to Cercatori d'Arte.

The white male walked back outside from the stone house to look out over what could be a herb garden. He'd been told there was a healer here already, but he figured it wouldn't hurt anything if he kept his knowledge sharp. The house he stood outside of had a room that would be perfect for a library. And there was a room that might have been a child's room. The walls were dark blue, the ceiling was painted with what probably was meant to represent clouds. Tal walked around the house to the front. A small porch with an aged rocking chair came off of the house. There wasn't a fence around the house, but Tal could probably talk someone into helping him build one once the weather got warmer. He looked up and realized the sun was setting. Running fingers through his short mane, he let out a soft howl, summoning the boy back to him. While Liam wouldn't go far, Tal was still paranoid about Azza finding them.

Within moments, the brown and tan child came tumbling forward. He barreled into his dad's legs, causing Tal to step back to make sure they didn't fall. Liam looked up at his dad, his golden eyes glittering excitedly. "I lost another tooth, dad! The one under it is sharp too." He grinned, showing off where his adult teeth were growing in. Every day that went by he had fewer and fewer milk teeth. Tal ruffled the fur on Liam's head, smiling.

"Good. Soon you can probably hunt all on your own then. But don't get too excited, this is still a dangerous place and time for us. We might have joined a pack, but there can always be trouble."

Liam's eyes darkened. He'd seen what that shadow wolf had done to his dad. While he might not have understood more than the smell of blood and his dad's pained whimpers, he understood enough to know that shadow wolves were bad, they were dangerous. Azza and the dark male that had hurt his dad, and Odadio. They were all shadow wolves. Any wolf with a black pelt was evil. His dad was pure good, but black wolves were nothing but evil.

Tal noticed the expression on his son's face and mistook it for anger that he couldn't go off alone just yet. He knelt, putting his arms around his son. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Liam. I don't want to loose you." He understood now his mother must have felt when Firefly was practically threatening Willow's life. It was terrifying to let the child run out alone. He smiled at his son, placing a kiss on his head. "So what did you think of this one?"

Liam's tail wagged. "I like it. Can we stay here?"

Tal nodded, and they went inside together. It was dusk, and he lit a candle he'd found under the sink. He lit several more to light the room. He'd brought in his deer jerky, and the rabbit he'd found out by Ethereal Eclipse. He'd make a stew from it later. For now, storing it in the kitchen was a good place. He grinned at his son as they sat together on the porch. The night was cool, but not frigid. They had enough jerky to share.

Liam led the inviting howl. He was excited to see who would come visit them. Tal followed shortly after his son, his voice rich and strong, inviting visitors to their new house. They'd do more to claim it soon, but tonight they both wanted to meet their new neighbors.

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Krystalle Horzana · 04-11-2011, 08:22 PM

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Though she hadn't been explicitly avoiding Mars, the usually outgoing woman spent more time outside of the house. It wasn't because of the incident in the bedroom. She wasn't afraid of him, or whatever monster personality he formed overnight. She was, instead, angry. It would be just like Mars to do something as stupid as he had, and now she knew she would suffer some sort of irreversible problem because of it. Already, the faint swelling of her abdomen had been noticed by the Horzana. Despite the obvious, she had chosen to ignore it; she wasn't prepared to have the conversation with Mars that she knew would need to happen.

Thornbury was more interesting at night. With her bag of books and sharpened charcoal writing utensil, she made her way in search of something fun to watch. It would clear her mind, and make the next weeks bearable as she further alienated herself from the pack. Art was not something she usually participated in; she could draw, and paint a little, but writing was truly her forte. It was proved by the pages upon pages of fairy tales scribed between covers of handmade books. The passion just needed fuel.

What was strange came shortly after she found her way to the opposing side of the small town. A little howl, followed by a more mature call, caused her flopped ears to twitch. Was someone new around? Whatever it was, she quickly turned toward the sound, and sought the source. It turned out to be a home. Well, of course it would be a home. The two who waited on the porch hadn't been seen by the author's pink eyes before; that could be said for many of her pack members, though, as she was relatively new herself.

Approaching cautiously, she offered a brilliant smile. "Hola! You called for some'ne?" She tilted her head to the side, adjusting the strap of her makeshift bag.

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