If we do not end war - war will end us.
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All welcome for CdM members, as Haven is now an NPC I'm just going to assume he and Robin have a Muffassa/ Simba type chat afterwards XD Backdated to late on the 9th or very early on the 10th of October. Set directly after the thread in which Soran gets stabbed trying to rescue Robin.

The night had fallen quickly, the sky was a perfect dark blanket, pinpricked with stars, the moon hung almost full in the sky, fat and slow. All around the lands were still and quiet, a stark contrast to the war that was raging around them, the Aniwayan wolves were beginning to widen their view, no longer were they satisfied with their lands, it seemed that they wanted the lands of those packs that were near to them as well, their current leader, a tyrant, seemed set upon making this a reality. There was a strong breeze blowing through the lands, howling through the branches of the trees. The only sounds were of owls hooting from their perches, tonight seemed to be a good night to hunt for them. The general peaceful sounds of the lands were disturbed by the drumming of hooves. A pale mare came into view, still trotting with something of panick in her eyes. On her back were two wolves, one much larger than the other, the larger wolf was jet black and was clinging to the mare's mane and reigns for dear life. The smaller wolf was a patchwork of colour, her fur adorned with splashes of browns, creams, greys and a bright flash of ochre colouring across her chest, a colour that she had inherited from her father. Neither of the wolves had ever ridden a horse before, at the time of clambering onto the back of the large mare it had been in panic, Soran had just been stabbed in the arm and was finding it ever more difficult to defend Robin from the large grey guardian that was attempting to kidnap her, the pale mare had waded in and defended the pair and when the male had backed off the two wolves had seen their chance. Soran had climbed onto the horse's back, pulling little Robin up with her uninjured arm, placing her in front of her, the mare had taken off at a breakneck speed, frightened, large dark eyes rolling in her skull, it had been all the pair could do to cling on, they had not even attempted to steer. The mare seemed to know her way home though and cantered towards it, Soran had gripped her reigns, her mane, Robin, anything she could to keep the pair balanced upon the mare's bare back. Some how they had managed it and now the mare had slowed, trotting towards Cour des Miracles.

The day had been more than eventful, the sable Aedile had been spying upon the Aniwayan lands, looking for a way to get Cambria, her granddaughter's mate back safely, when she had seen Robin, playing too close to the borders. Unfortunately she had not been the only one that had spied her, a large grey guardian had taken her to be a spy and had tried to drag her into the pack lands for questioning, the dark pelted mother had seen this and had raced in with her hunting knife to defend her descendent. The male had somehow wrestled the knife from her hand and had plunged it deep into her upper arm, the pain had been unbearable, agonising; it had taken the ebony female's breath away in an instant. The wound had bled profusely for some time, but now it seemed to have stopped, something that the dark female was grateful for. The pair were riding along in relative silence, they had crossed through the Crimson Dreams lands to get here as quickly as possible. Soran was a member of the pack, she had half hoped that she might come across someone who would be able to aid her, to stop the bleeding, alas they had not found someone, this was something of a blessing though, she wanted the patchwork girl to be home as soon as possible, her safety was all that mattered to the sable female. Her arm was beginning to ache, it was obvious that the knife had damaed the muscle, she had the knife back in its holster and her canvas bag was across her chest, she had used that as a weapon against the grey male as well. The younger girl was asleep against the female's chest, the movement of the horse somehow lulling her to sleep, the sable female was unsure how anyone could sleep on the back of a horse, especially after the day that the young girl had had, but somehow she was asleep. The pair had been talking for some time, about all sorts of things, Robin had not stopped apologising, Soran was unable to hear it any more and was rather thankful that the girl had fallen asleep if she were honest. The dark female looked around, realising that they were very close to the lands, at least she thought that they were close, the lands were beginning to be a little fuzzy around the edges. In fact the combination of blood loss and exhaustion was starting to get to the ebony Aedile, she was beginning to feel rather dizzy in fact, the land was moving as the sea would appear to be if one was in a ship in a storm, rocking unsteadily. The female found that she could not focus on anything, the land was blurry, her head was spinning. Her arm was really beginning to ache now, the damaged muscle jarring with every movement that the horse made, but it seemed distant, as if it were far away, almost as if her arm was not actually connected to her. The world was now filled with patches of black, it did not occur to the sable female that these were actually in her own vision, that she was seeing the black spots; they seemed to be growing, engulfing the lands until she could barely see anything around them. Soran did not feel well, she was not reacting properly, she felt as if she were floating, almost as if she was not actually there. The ebony Aedile was faintly aware that the mare had stopped walking and was moving slightly from foot to foot, whinnying loudly, but the dark female was no longer able to control her actions, she slipped sideways from the horse, landing with a thud in a heap upon the ground, slipping into the blissful folds of unconciousness.

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Just so you know its more the exhaustion that has cared Soran to pass out.

The little female had not meant to get herself into the trouble that she had been in during the day, she had been meaning to go and visit her great grandmother or her aunt, she had simply missed the pack and had gone too far. The patchwork girl had decided to play in the clearing that she had found before she turned round and worked out where she had turned wrong. Unfortunately she had not been alone, she had infact been in the worst place that she could have been, near the borders of Aniwaya, she had been captured by the large grey male who had attempted to drag her into the pack lands, he thought that she was a spy and was taking her for questioning. Luckily for her her great grandmother had been there, hiding in the bushes, watching the lands, she had raced forwards, screaming at the grey male, she had frightened the small patchwork girl, but the large grey male had seemed unphased by her. The had attacked him with a knife and had been stabbed herself, had it not have been for Scarlett then the small girl was unsure how they would have gotten away. The ride back to the lands had been bumpy and wild, the small girl had felt herself being pulled onto the mare, she had assumed that Soran knew how to ride a horse, but it was evident after just a few moments that she had no idea what she was doing, the pair had simply clung on for dear life. Soon enough they had seemed to be far enough away from trouble to calm the pale mare and she had fallen into a slower, more steady gait. Then her great grandmother had started talking to the small patchwork girl. She lectured her on the dangers of leaving the lands alone, how silly she had been in getting so close to the lands. Robin felt terrible, she had been the cause of Soran's injury, she had been wounded because of her, the sable female had taken a knife to the arm for her, the guilt would not stop bubbling fiercly in her chest, she kept looking up at her sable great grandmother, concern in her eyes. Apologies kept spilling from her lips as she looked at the dark female. Soran kept telling her that she accepted her apology and that she was not to worry about it any further, that all she was concerned about was keeping the young girl safe.

Robin was terribly sad about the whole thing, she had hoped to be a hero in the future, but it seemed that she could not even defend herself. She had said as much to Soran, saying that she had always wanted to be Robin Hood, but that it seemed that all she was was Robin Aatte. This had sparked something in the dark female, she had told Robin off, telling her that there was no such thing as just an Aatte, that they were strong and were able to endure great hardships. That she herself was special and that she would see that sooner or later; this gave the small patchwork girl some hope, she managed a small smile, before she noticed the sable female wince and that began another tirade of apologies. The ebony female wrapped a protective arm around the smaller girl and told her to stop apologising, somehow that made the small female feel comforted. She snuggled her back against Soran's stomach and chest and was eventually lulled to sleep. She was suddenly awoken with a thud, she was on the floor, it was now night time, the girl looked up and all around her, the fog of sleep still present and making her confused. It took her a moment to get her bearings, she rubbed her eyes and looked around, they had stopped just over the borders of the lands, Scarlett was shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, whinnying and neighing loudly. The small girl looked up at her with large blue eyes, wondering where on earth her dark great grandmother had gone. That was when she noticed her, laying near to the horse and the small girl realised what must have happened, Soran had fallen from the horse and without her support so had she, she did not look too well. The small girl clambered over to her and touched her chest gently, she female was breathing, but she was also bleeding. The dark female's wound had reopened in the fall, the small girl panicked then, her great grandmother did not seem to be waking up. She gave her a gentle shake, nothing. The young girl pressed a muted grey hand to Soran's arm, trying to stop the bleeding. She was scared, what if she had killed her great grandmother?!
"Help! Help! Anybody? Help!" The little female began to shout, her voice filled with panic and fear.

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