(pre dated to the 6th)
He had arrived that morning at the site of his home, the two story home that had been his when this territory was claimed by the once famed pack of Dahlia de Mai. It didn’t feel the same as it was though, knowing that the land had been desolated and devoid of a pack. Already he had looked upon the changes, where wild life had come back to take over the once civilized land. No he had left InH and had returned to the only place that had been as close to home as he knew it and now he was alone. Truly and in every sense of the word alone and he guessed it was better this way. No silly alpha’s to give him orders, or border patrols or accepting new members, freedom in a sense to where he could do as he pleased and didn’t have to answer to anyone either.
He took stock of his home, knowing he had left a majority of things here, knowing he’d return when he had said he’d go with them. It was easier this way, easier to be left alone than to deal with a parade of concerned pack members asking him to go. So he did what any free man would do with no responsibilities, he plopped down on his front porch, several bottles of wine that had been tucked away in the basement, and proceded to go about doing nothing but lazily sitting back and enjoying the early summer day, completely alone, and in some ways, depressed.
yay depressednedd ^^
The depression fluttered around her mind like an angry butterfly that couldn't choose which flower or leaf to settle down onto. Today loneliness was the woman's friend and her bitterest enemy albeit a faithful one that followed her like a pet dog after its master. Pale hands gripped onto the edge of the satchel's strap tightly as though she would slip away into the blackness if she let go. Her mother dead, her father dead, her sisters and other multitudes of half siblings scattered to the winds, most of whom she had never known and would more than likely never know but she still felt their loss acutely, her lost family. The once proud member of the Sawtooth family now dragged her last name behind her in the mud, it was a curse and a burden, one she no longer wanted.
Where was the pride in carrying the last name of a man who raped and tortured those who had done nothing to deserve it. Her own childhood came back to her in distressing dreams, once she had almost forgotten yet remembered vividly. The conditioning, and cruel treatment, all the lies and pain, deceit and things that even an author couldn't have come up with. So the snowy once princess found herself weaving her way through the remnants of the recently moved Dahlia de Mai and thus closer and closer to the home of one Saluce Tremblay.
She didn't notice the scent of the male with all of the others mingled together, it was one huge mess that somehow managed to form the smell of a pack and it would have been entirely possibly that she could have walked right past and not noticed him at all, if not for her looking up at the right moment and spotting him in the near distance. All alone he was sat, an air of depression about him and with several bottles of what looked like wine with him, she could use a drink about now. So she changed directions and instead headed towards him,
"Hey. You got any of that to share?" She said quietly with a nod towards the bottles.
He was nodding off and he was well aware of how he looked, legs propped up against the railing, wine bottle tucked away around his stomach and his eyes listlessly hanging only slightly open, blues behind barely shinning. But he didn’t care, for he didn’t have to deal with keeping up any appearance or worry about visitors now. Or at least he thought. But he didn’t see the approaching young lady, or hear her soft footsteps. He only heard the soft rush of blood past his ears signifying his heart was still beating and he indeed still lived another minute lonely.
Her soft voice woke him, eyes listlessly opened to look upon the caller, mistaking her for Bris for a moment as his eyes opened wider. His feet left the railing as his form sat up to look at her closer. Without any ties to any pack dictating his behavior, he almost felt the need to just jump her right then and there but he wasn’t that type of man nor did he condone it. But he couldn’t deny the beauty in the female below him, the way those jeans hugged her curves or that skimpy little top.
“Ah sure, come on up. Have more than enough for me” he replied quietly, sitting up straighter to properly address her if she asked anymore questions.
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OOC: hope you don't mind. +3 I also figure this is forward dated to like july 6th? since it would take some time for Saluce to get over the mountain and back to the wolfville and the other thread where he was leaving was just posted today as well...
Mars had to go back to his once home in Berwick because he had left something rather important to him there. He needed to grab the important object before he could continue living down in Piccolo Village with his family. He was happy there, at least as happy as he could be. He wasn't unhappy there, but he had not been there long enough to judge his happiness without his eyes just being closed to the world that was Crimson Dreams. Once he got to see whom the leaders were and how they acted, then he could decide if he was truly happy there. He'd already mistaken two leaders to be worthy to lead him, and he did not want to make Anu and Savina the third pair that he hated because of their incompetence. He rode his horse hard today, trying to get to the old packlands and back to CD as fast as he could. He already knew he was going to be gone for at least three days, and he didn't want to spend that much time away from his home. He felt guilty if he was gone for too long.
The male had quickly been in and out of Berwick, and he went to Wolfville just for the hell of it. When he had caught a scent of someone whom was still there, he was confused. He and Krystalle had been the last ones to leave DDM lands, Mars was sure of that. To smell someone who'd come back was weird to him. He bent his ears back and he continued to follow the scent that was the only one that was not stale on the land by now. Soon the scent of another, of Anathema would also enter his nose. He cocked his head and wondered what was going on. He hurried Vox along, the sound of galloping echoing through the desolate Wolfville. It'd take some time for him to make it to the house where there was a white wolf and then there was the old DDM member whom had called himself and Krystalle trash before Mars had taken his leave. Icy eyes narrowed at the male from behind his sunglasses. Who's trash now? the tri-colored male growled from atop his golden and coal steed.
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She couldn't quite muster up enough of her emotions to feel guilty for waking him from his slumber as blue eyes so close in color to hers it was almost scary stared back at her with a sense of recognition that quickly faded as he woke up completely, obviously she reminded him of someone he knew. Her over-sized coyote ears twitched and flicked back as he regarded her, the creak of the wooden railing taking her attention for a split second at he removed his legs and moved from his sleeping position. The man was a behemoth of epic proportions the like of which she had rarely seen before but the woman wasn't really focused on that.
Her eyes were filled with sadness and longing, longing to go back to the past so she could be ignorant again and love her father like she had used to. Now she could no longer ignore the list of atrocities as they had lined up and come forwards to be counted, the whole ordeal was enough to make her sick. She was about to thank the darkish male and sit down next to him when the sound of hoof beats came to her ears, she turned to see a black and white spotted man riding towards them on a horse of a gold and black colored horse. His words 2were harsh and growled and the female's hackles raised and her fur poofed out in response, who was this man? Whoever he was she didn't like his attitude.
He watched her climb up the steps with a gentle smile noting the look of depression written plainly across her face. Apparently yet again his home was a home for those who had lost their way, him being maybe the number one offender of losing his own way. A flicker of hope danced across his mind for a moment before his ears flicked in annoyance at the hoof beats approaching. His eyes looked upon the same male he had called trash the day Nayru had told them all about the merger with a sneer. After his bitches little speech that day the title seemed fitting, and even as his words hit his ears and the smell of another pack drifted toward him he could only let a laugh escape his lips. Fear was not something the behemoth knew, his eyes looked him up and down finding his frame pitiful and his air of arrogance unfounded in anything other than some sense of right he must have felt he stumbled upon.
Slowly the man stood his laugh turning into a grin, not addressing him in any form other than his cold stare. Face still held in that grin but his eyes burning coldly, he had seen death before, and if this man decided he wanted to press the issue he’d see to it that this man’s eyes closed tonight forever.
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OOC: thanks for kicking me out btw. this would have made for a much more interesting thread if i would have stayed in but whatever, have fun getting drunk and being depressed. +5
The two just stared at him, and then the other male laughed. Nothing was funny. The man who called him trash was now sitting with a little Anathema whore on the porch of his old, rundown house, Mars was not trash, for he was the one who threw the pack away, not the other way around like Mars would have thought happened with this "advocate" of the new pack, whatever the hell it was called. Mars couldn't find himself remembering about the stupid hippie pack because he did not care about them. Mars momentarily thought about coming back when the man was sleeping and setting it aflame. Mars' time was much more precious than that. He needed to be with his family, unlike anything this other male had. Look at him, he had nothing, this little whore would probably leave him too. Mars did not flinch when the male stood from his seat. What was he going to do? Obviously nothing because he was standing there, just standing there looking at him with ugly, cold eyes. Mars believed that his gaze was much deadlier, that he was the one who should be feared rather than this brute whom was all looks and words meant to hurt ones pride. If Mars was such trash, then how come this other male was here, looking all depressed on his old porch, getting drunk? If anything, Vox could just kick the male in the face and kill him right then and there, drunk wolves couldn't fight for shit, they'd be too disorganized in their thoughts, and in their movements. Probably run into Vox's hoof without the horse even needing to kick out all that much. That would be a sight to see. Stumbling gray bastard running into vox's raised hoof and hurting himself severely in the process.
Lettme give you a hint. he started off, his own arrogant smirk placing itself on his maw, he might not have been as big as the male, but at least he had smarts, and looks. If Mars swung both ways, he wouldn't touch the scar-faced male with a ten foot pole, actually...He would, but he'd be beating him with the ten foot pole.. It's big, gray, has a ugly thing all on it's face. Has some ugly blue eyes. And it smells worse than horse shit. More like rotting death. the male spoke, chuckling as he turned his steed to the left, back where he had come from. He had not expected to find anyone here, and now that he did, he didn't really want to stay, nor did he want to fight, not because he was scared, oh no, it was only because he didn't want to waste time and energy on someone whom was as worthless as he, whom stood upon the deck, thinking that he was all high and mighty. At least Mars had a home. Had friends.
Mars glared at both of them, his eyes drifting to the woman. Go kill yourself, Trash. You don't belong here, nor anywhere. Better off ridding the world of your ridiculous existence. the man thre the words at Saluce, before he tapped Vox with his foot. With that, he was off, back towards Berwick, and then further south to his home. He did not give them time to say anything that he would have heard, for he would ride hard and the hooves against the pavement would be the only thing that the Crimson Dreamer would hear.
*Exit Mars*
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Her fir bristled even more and she growled menacingly at his acidic words, how rude he was, it made her angry inside. She didn't know who he was or who he thought he was but she definitely did not like him one bit, such a rude, horrible and arrogant man. But she didn't say anything, clearly this dispute was between the man on the porch and the man on the horse, neither of which she knew at all and had no desire to get between them if they started fighting although she was sure she would rather help the man who she had been in the process of joining. Pretty soonish though the cow spotted male seemed to dry up his pitiful insults and be on his way with nothing important to add to the conversation that consisted of insults.
With a sarcastic snort the woman walked forwards a few steps and shouted after him, "Good riddance to bad rubbish!" Knowing that he likely could not hear her but shouting at him made her feel a bit better, she turned her back on him and returned to her seat next to Saluce, growling softly all the while,
"What a horrid, arrogant asshole. I hope I never meet the likes of him again. My name is Gemma by the way." She held out her hand to him.
Saluce through the entire encounter continued to stare at him, with a grin across his face. And the offending rider turned out to be exactly what he thought him to be, trash, all talk and no bark. If he had been so upset then he could have just came at him if he was so brave. But he didn’t he retreated off to that new pack he had joined, running around like a pinball machine between packs. No Saluce had moved them all, had even tried to settle up there but in the end he needed to leave for his own reasons, not because the fabled trek would be too hard. He’d remember the face though, and the little bitch he ran with, one day they would get what they had coming to them.
Finally the lady who had joined him settled back down next to him, finding her presence comforting he gave her a soft chuckle as he sat back down. True she seemed to be from Anathema but his own squabbles with the pack had been settled when he had challenged Conor’s son who was no longer a part of that pack. Gideon’s attacker may have been from there but no one knew so he couldn’t judge the girl just on the basis of where she was from. So his eyes returned his gaze back to her appealing form, giving her a smirk.
“So Gemma, I am Saluce. What brings you down here? “
Sorry for fail post x.x
His chuckle had her ears twisting towards him and she laughed a bit herself, she didn't quite understand why they were laughing or what had just happened really but it was better than him being angry about the encounter. Saluce? It was a strange name to her but then she supposed her own name could be considered strange by some people, whoever they were. The question though stopped her laughter in its tracks and she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them and changed in to looking all too much like the vulnerable screwed up girl that she was, with ears pulled back and a lost, almost scared frown upon her muzzle,
"I found out my father was not the man I thought he was inside..." Her voice here turned incredibly bitter and angry, "... from the female he raped and then caused to miscarriage."
Saluce noticed the change in his company, his blue eyes looked over at her and inwardly he cringed. For all the damn things in the world, a beautiful girl who was about to cry was the worst thing he could imagine. Not because it was a bad thing, but because he couldn’t resist standing, picking them up in his arms and soothing their worries. Call it male bravado or his very real drive to protect and take care of others but he found himself yet again standing and walking the few steps to her.
He bent down as he listened to her words, a hand raised up to push a few strands of hair from her face. Her father sounded like he was a monster but he could tell she had learned this as a surprise. She must have loved him. Saluce stood and motioned for her to join him on the steps. He idly wondered if he was doing all this just so he could get her in bed, and in some region of his brain he recognized the thought, and quickly put it away. Because yes he was, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself .
She realised how much she had just killed the entire party when the man, Saluce got to his feet. She was sure he was going to just walk away from her and leave her to her own devices, not wanting to hear the complete fucked upness that was her life so therefore she wasn't expecting him to suddenly lean into her vision and stroke her hair. It made her flinch in surprise and pull away slightly. She got to her feet when he motioned for her to join him and looked out into the remnants of the old town that he lived in. She didn't think she could have ever lived here, Gemma disliked spending too much time in the company of large human things like houses and other buildings, they made her nervous.
Gemma looked at Saluce from the corner of her eye, he looked like he was having some kind of internal fight with himself. She didn't want to be caught staring at him so instead she leaned down and picked up one of the bottles of mine. Looking over the label and trying to decipher what it said. She was not very good at reading the human language but she knew a few words, however she sighed when she couldn't find anything she recognised on the bottle. She opened the bottle and sniffed at its contents, and closed her eyes. he loved the smell of wine and this one had survived the downfall of the humans. She reopened her eyes and looked again to Saluce,
"May I?" she said, indicating her wish to take a drink. It was only polote afterall that she ask permission to drink of his wine.
Saluce nodded to her request as he sat down on the steps, leaving his own bottle behind him. For now he was just content to just sit here but if her mood deepened by the alcohol he’d probably run off to escape more depression. So he sat leaning against the railing, propping his legs up across the steps, and folding his arms on his lap as he looked up at her in that chair.
Nodding quietly he just let his own thoughts revolve around his head for the moment, eyes looking around from time to time, and then back up to the striking female.
“So what are you going to do? Sometimes life gives us obstacles to overcome, the journey so to speak Gemma. It’s what you do when given hard times that defines you.” He wouldn’t comment on his own troubles, and his own running away from issues. But where he was running away from happiness, since happiness had been taken from him at an early age, she was running from a world that seemed to be false now. He sighed heavily for a moment before continuing.
“Even if your father did those things, if he loved you and you have fond memories of him, then those are the memories you should cherish. You should also come to know his darker side too, understand it and make an effort to right any of his wrongs, out of love for him not out of guilt.”
XD I don't actually like wine lawl Gemma is on the hunt for some loving XD
She took a long drink of the wine after he nodded and let its fruity taste swirl around her, closing her eyes almost contentedly. She was a small thing and such it didn't take long for the alcohol to start affecting her. She relaxed more and actually smiled at Saluce as he asked her questions,
"I don't know.." She said honestly, fidgeting with her bracelet ".. I just want to survive at this point." She didn't even bother commenting on his last words. Lucifer was dead and gone and he couldn't hurt her or anyone else ever again. She took another, longer drink out of the bottle and swayed slightly, the alcohol buzzing pleasantly throughout her brain. She looked out at the human structures again with doey eyes, they seemed less scary to her now and she giggled at herself ever being scared of them.
She turned her heated blue gaze onto Saluce and eyed him up with the look of a woman who liked what she saw. The alcohol pulled back her despair over her father and her situation but beyond that, nothing else of her character was affected. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with the blackness she would have jumped his bones as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She sidled closer ever so slightly, and sent him a teasing smile,
"So is there a Mrs Saluce that I have to watch out for? Or are you a free agent?" Even the dumbest of people could not mistake the intent within that question nor the fire in her eyes. As she awaited his answer, she stretched out her legs in front of her, giving a full view of the shapeliness of them, and her other attributes.
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