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20th July . 6pm . Arachnea's Revenge- Close to Sugarwoods . Optime Form



The rocking motion of the horse beneath him was a strange yet welcome sensation. The young male couldnt quite settle the notion in his mind that the horse could move faster than he could. He hadnt quite gotten to the notion that it wasnt about speed that made travelling on horseback easier- it was that the horse could sustain the same speed for a long time, which made it quicker to get down the mountain. The agouti male had left early this morning, a quick 'goodbye' to his family and a soft stroke to Arete, who was not at all happy that Saul would be leaving Ichika for the day, the male had made it over the mountains around midday. Hermes had been more than happy to gallop after the mountains were far behind- the forest wasnt too difficult to navigate and the male was pleased to see the large horse take off. Saul probably could have run at the same pace, but the gypsy vanner was more than happy to oblige when the male nudged him with his heels. With his satchel tight around his body, the male stopped once or twice to scoop up some herbs that couldnt be found in Ichika. Trips like these were always useful, and now that he had Hermes, it wouldnt take three days to make the trip just down into the dampwoods.


His mission today? Finding Saluce. The young male wasnt as angry or upset as he had been that Saluce had left, and there was a feeling in the mans gut that said Saluce would be back. But he wanted to speak to the male, make sure he was okay at least. He pulled Hermes back to a rolling walk, feeling the horse breathing deeply from their last burst of speed. Feeling his legs stiffen, the male pulled the horse to a half and dismounted. He loosened the horses girth, enough to give him comfort but still managing to keep the saddle on. Catching hold of the horses reigns, he started walking alongside the male. Hermes thrust his head against Saul's shoulder, rubbing an itch against the males courser fur. Smiling softly the male rubbed the horses head and continued on.



With a start, a familiar tree came into view and the male realised that he'd been heading towards Dahlia de Mai territory. Smiling softly, he approached the odd shaped tree that had been the beginning of their journey as Ichikans. Hooking the reigns onto a branch, the male sat down, bringing out a waterskin and taking a deep drink before he awkwardly offered the horse a drink from a rapidly decreasing pool of water in his hands. Shaking away with droplets once Hermes was done, Saul looked up towards the sky, the pastel sky alerting him to the early evening. If he didnt find the grey male soon, he would have to return to Ichika soon.

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The cloud colored hybrid gazed across the vast expanse of ocean that could be considered her front yard. White caps thrashed and rolled like a herd of horses raising, galloping and fading in splash of colorless liquid. The wave reached towards the shore, desperately clinging to sand and small fragments of shells and rocks before it was unwilling dragged out again and spun as silk into a watery blanket. Aqua frosted eyes flicked back and forth across the rippled land at every curl of the sea. Soft lavender was dripped across the sky in place of the dissolving sun which cast a luminescent orange around itself like a halo. The horizon that partially obscured the setting ball of light was direct, gray in color, and indifferent.

Her morning had been spent at the stables, leisurely cleaning and organizing various essentials in the Miracles barn. The afternoon had come up shortly and she had returned home, taking her stallion with her by her side. Her mate was absent, and had been lately when she came home from work. The pain became unbearable by then so she had planted herself on the steps for another day, staring blankly out towards the nothingness of the horizon. Hands framed her face in an exasperated motion. Occasionally, opaquely grey-blue eyes found her companion grazing nearby or staring worriedly in her direction. Eventually, Ever called him over and lead him into the woods.

Since the pain started the girl hadn’t left the usual route from the bungalow to the stables. She hadn’t had the energy to travel or see anyone, the thought made her feel even sicker. But the idea of sitting home again had broken through the clouded mind of hers, stirring a bit of her personality to the surface. Ever didn’t know where she was headed, maybe seeking the help Ezra had suggested, maybe running until she had nothing left to worry about but the pain that was coming in waves of soreness.

Saphraine rocked with his steps, swaying the hybrid a top his bare back. Ever let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of the shade of the tree branches dance along her back. Her fingers had tangled themselves in the stallion’s radiant snow white mane. Scents of summer came on the soft wind mingled with the distant fragrance of sea water. The girl raised her muzzle catching a familiar trace with a slight tang of a foreign pack. She urged the golden equine to a smooth trot with a placid tap, her face furrowing into curiosity. The smell only grew and led them towards another territory. Saphraine even began tossing his graceful neck, the guardian he was. Rather suddenly the forest thinned and a memorable figure became clear.

He sat comfortably alongside his steed that was reined to a tree. She circled the two once before prancing in and dismounting in a quick polished movement.

Saul, what a pleasurable surprise,

Ever said, adding a gentle smile. She placed a hand on her companions neck to stop him from advancing the two anymore. He turned into a nudged the smoky fingers tenderly. The luck of finding Saul made the girl almost giddy.

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perdy ever <3


Hermes rested gratefully as Saul tied him up and he patted the horse softly. It was a hard trip for anyone and he was grateful to the horse for being so hardy and enduring. If they didnt catch any sign of Saluce soon, they would have to turn back. Wretch was still badly injured and had been reduced to how she'd been when she was just a few months old. It was perhaps a little better this time, because she could talk as her jaw had not been broken. But her leg had been rebroken and the male had had to set it again. The stair case in Cerne Rise was so dangerous for even the most sure footed wolf that Saul had had to carry her down whenever she needed to relieve herself, or feel the fresh air on her face. It was a difficult situation, but the agouti male was more angry this time. It had put suspicions in his mind- had it been the ocean that had done it the first time? Or had she been attacked by the same person as this time and it had been covered up by the sea? Furthermore, who would want to hurt her? She was so shy and unassuming, she was hardly there at all.


The sound of approaching hoodbeats made the male stand, running a hand through Hermes' black and white mane. The streak on the horses neck stood out in the semi darkness, but it was nothing compared to the golden horse that came into veiw now. Gold and white it seemed. He almost didnt recognise the female on top of the stallion until she spoke, and then it clicked into place. A few months ago, meeting the female from Cour des Miricales. Ever. As her scent hit him, he paused. There was definitely something wrong with her smell. He couldnt place it for the moment, so he smiled instead and watched as she dismounted in a fluid and strong move. He reached out to stroke the nose of the golden horse, smiling softly towards him.


"Its good to see you again Ever, how've you been?"


He asked, slipping into the customary greetings that had become common amoung the Luperci. There was definitely something up with her scent though and as he breathed deeper, the beginnings of an idea formed in his mind. He knew that scent, the slight odd twang to it that wasnt typical female wolf. It made him think of his Aunt Bris, back in the winter. It was beginning to bug him that he could place it, so he remained silent for the moment. It was better that than demand to know what it was he was smelling.

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How did I miss this? I dunno! Sorry! :3
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Painted on Saul’s face was a peculiar expression, and Ever tried to decipher it until it passed, melting away into a welcoming smile. She had always been fond of the young Apothecary, with him showing such knowledge and kindness at his young age. He had helped her back on her feet when she had injured her wrist in the winter, and the silver girl chastened herself for not thinking of coming to him sooner. However, his question brought a slight hesitation on her part. Should she tell him what was wrong? It would be rude of her to barge in announced in his time of resting. Perhaps he was waiting for someone or didn’t wish to be disturbed. Her mind was made up by taking in the dual-gray toned wolf’s pleased expression once again.

I have not been well, actually,

The girl said, almost tempted to think Saul had already known. His slender hand reached out and stroked Saphraine’s muzzle once he stood. The golden stallion tossed gently; glad to be receiving attention but more interested in the other horse. He slipped from both the wolves grasp and twisted behind them, touching noses with Saul’s black and white companion. His muzzle found the foreign saddle upon his sable back and snorted with distaste. Clearly the tack displeased him and brought forth a range of wild emotions and caused the sun-pelted haflinger to sidestep away before lowering his head to the grass beside the shade, a few more hoof beats away. Ever smiled before returning her attention to the man.

The pain I have is quite peculiar, yet I do not know what is wrong,

She winced as another wave of soreness took over. Smoky hands gestured down her lithe sides and arms but lingered by her stomach, motioning to the Apothecary where the pain more frequently ventured. When the silvery hybrid raised her pale aqua gaze to that of the boy’s soft green, they asked for answers. Anything he could give her to replace the worry that was forming in her small family would be enough to rest her head.

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<3


The male could see that she was having a hard time deciphering his expression and the male was trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her scent. He knew he'd smelt it before, he knew he knew what it was. But it was evading him like a slippery fish in the vast ocean of knowledge he had aquired. Saul turned back to see Ever's worried expression, along with the admission that she had no been well. Immediately Saul linked the change in her scent to this statement. He moved over to her, concern radiating on his face. He may not know Ever very well, but that didnt mean he couldnt be worried for her. For a moment, he looked over her, trying to decide whether or not it was something external, when both of their attentions were distracted by the two horses. Her own horse had approached Hermes, sniffing and testing. When the golden stallion caught sight of the saddle on Hermes back, he squealed and backed away. Saul chuckled softly, stroking his own horses nose. Hermes seemed mostly unaffected by the interaction.


"He doesnt seem to be affected by much, Hermes I mean."


He murmered before Ever began speaking again. She told him it was a peculiar pain, to which she then indicated her sides and especially her stomach. Saul moved forward, creamy hands reaching out to touch her stomach lightly. It felt very hard, a solid mass instead of the usual malliable mass of muscle and stomach. He frowned, rolling the flat of his hand gently over the stomach once more, trying to discern if it was the whole of her belly that had swollen in this manner. It was a peculiar swelling- not yet outward and noticeable but the hardness in her stomach was definitely something. It puzzled the male for a moment and he removed his hand with a softly frown to his features.


"How long have you been having these pains? Have you eaten anything within the past two weeks that you wouldnt normally have eaten, or havent eaten before?"


He asked, trying to discern if it was an alergic reaction to something that had caused the hardness in his belly. But her scent was still pushing him towards something different, it was frustrating him that he couldnt work out what it was.

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She was weary of what the young Apothecary would bring to attention. However, she answered his questions and obeyed his commands. The idea that something was wrong with her sent a tinge of fear down her spine. As her stallion backed away and the squealing and reeling was over, Saul turned his attention back to his patient. She grinned lightly at his comment, pleased that his own dark companion, Hermes, seemed unaffected by Saphraine’s prodding of his equipment. Immediately, the gray sand-furred male took another step towards the silver girl, his hands outstretched. There was a slight pause of uncertainly and the same peculiar expression was draped once again in his expression. After the boy recovered, he placed a earth brown hand on her stomach. The pain seared like fire instantly and Ever was suddenly fearful, flinching away at first, but admiring the concerned look on the other wolf’s features. He wanted to help.

His hand felt awkward on her side as he delicately glided his palm across her abdomen. She watched down at him with clouded ocean eyes. Ever hoped silently he could help, desperately calling for an answer with her eyes as a kick of soreness rocked her sides under the boy’s palm. It was only a moment before Saul removed his palms from her fragile, beautifully clipped body.

I have had the pain since my mate and I went to the mountains in search of horses. I have taken the trip many times, but at first I thought I may have over worked myself. As for eating, I have had no appetite since returning and been eating when I have to,

The girl said, her auburn ears dropping into her plethora of curls. Her delicately crafted words sounded shaky and unsure. Another dazed and confused expression became clear on the frosted-soil boy again. Ever replied with an agonized look.

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He tried to be as gentle as he could, but as soon as he lay his hand against her abdomen she flinched back away from him. Knowing now that it was incredibly sensative, he waited until she had composed herself enough to return her absent abdomen to his hand before he very gently rolled his hand across her stomach. The muscle was rock hard towards the lower end of her stomach and Saul frowned softly. He knew what was wrong with her, but it was eluding him. The answer was staring him in the face, yet his brain refused to cough up the answer. He tried his best to remain gentle as he moved to either side, noticing the lack of hardness to her sides. If anything, he would say the muscle around her skin was growing softer, but he didnt know her well enough to say for certain. She spoke up, her voice completely unsure of what was going on. She mentioned a trip to the mountains, thinking of possible ways in which her body could hurt this much.


She didnt need to say anything else however. The word 'mate' had triggered the memories in Saul. He could see Bris clearly, round with child. Her scent was the same. He could see his aunt growing round and larger as her pregnancy continued and he remembered the hardness in her gut when Saul had asked to feel her stomach. It clicked into place like a piece of a jigsaw and Saul's head snapped up softly. She obviously had no idea she was pregnant and he wondered briefly if it was even planned. "Ever... I don't mean to be rude, but... have you and your mate been very... intimate recently? Have you had sex with him?" It was an embarrassing line to get out, but he had to know if it was true. The signs pointed in that direction, but this question would let him know for certain whether she was pregnant or not. He moved a step closer, nose twitching as he tasted her scent on his nose. There was no mistaking that smell anymore.

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Her skin beneath silver fur felt warm from the boy’s lingering touch. Ears still flattened against her skull, shrouded by wild chestnut curls, Ever continued to pay rapt attention. Saul’s face was contorted in a delicate mask of confusion, his maw set in a line that looked as if it should have been speaking. Once she spoke, it only took a minute for her words to sink in to the young apothecary’s growing expanse of knowledge. Something must have connected inside his mind for his emerald gaze brightened in a somewhat enervated response despite his soft head recognition.

His next question came as a slight shock. She recoiled slightly, angling herself towards her companion as if ready to flee. He was trying to help, Ever reminded herself again, keeping her face shadowed and her guard up for another moment. The silence stretched until it was just before the length of being uncomfortable.

Once. It was unplanned,

The silver hybrid murmured, her memories trailing for a moment. Why would the other wolf need to know? She hadn’t been in heat, the mating was fueled by passion and desire. Suddenly, Ever had her own break through. Was Saul suggesting she was … pregnant? Her mind shut down for a moment, abandoning the girl in a field of blackness. Thoughts swam in a shallow pool of fear, disconnected from her body, now left frozen a shaking in the light of the forest. However, she recovered with ill awakening and felt a flood of emotion. Ever wanted Saul to tell her he was wrong, she wanted it strongly and yet continued mumbling more words to the flame.

There was … was another … time … when we went … went on the trip … I … he,

She shook her head placidly and tore her gaze down to the grass, unable to continue. There was a small hope perhaps she wasn’t. That Saul was wrong in his theories. She grasped the hope. It was all she had.

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