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Sage River Lykoi · 11-11-2011, 06:29 PM

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private for liiiin. yep, she's fainted on horseback, lol. Tongue

kind of a rambly-post. kind of unsure about the date for this, so it may need to be backdated a bit; i'll let you know. had it typed up like 3 days ago @_@

Sage River Lykoi was horrified. She ran on four legs; two had not been fast enough; Lennon had spooked at the sight of death and the scent of blood, and she was alone now, running. She didn't know what was happening there when she came hurrying, only that it was urgent. She'd rushed, and she'd arrived, vaulting off of Lennon's back to rush forward; but it had been too late. All three were injured, but two of them collapsed and bled out as she stared, unable to move. The traitorous woman had Ezekiel's arrow through her heart; a ruthless, dead-on shot. The shock had frozen her, golden eyes large as suns. Her hands had clasped over her mouth and she'd turned and bolted on the spot, heartbeat pounding in her head as adrenaline pumped through her. No, no, she thought, incapable of understanding why. Sage had known there was something just wrong about that Chapel woman. Was it her fault? Her face was hot with confusion, horror, and upset. She could do nothing but go.

Her pace slowed once she reached the Mansion, noticing that Lennon had beaten her there; he stood idly, as if nothing had happened, munching on a dying patch of grass. Frustrated, she bolted through the Mansion doors and up the stairs, shifting again onto two legs once she was in her room. She'd had nothing with her when she'd been out earlier, so Sage shouldered her back and grabbed two thick blankets, just in case. Rushing back out, she ran to Lennon and climbed up, urging him north. Away, out, far from here. She could still taste the metal in the air.

It was getting dark fast, so she pressed Lennon as fast as he would go through the forest and to the base of the mountain. Her grip was tight as his large body navigated the rocky, angled terrain with heavy cloven feet. His strength made the trip up the face of Halcyon Mountain swift and bearable, but Sage noted his heavy snorting as they ascending, stroking his mane to assure him; they'd be stopping soon.

They came to a rest atop the cliff as Sage paused, admiring her father's land in the dying light. For a moment, her nausea subsided, but as the sun's orange glow faded faster, she knew she had to get someone's attention and get inside. If she were unluckily alone on the mountain this night, who knew what might take advantage of her vulnerability. The tawny Lykoi tossed back her head and let out a series of weak, urgent yips, ending in a brief, shaky howl. It was a request for her father only; she needed him now more than ever.

Every time a twig snapped or a leaf rustled, Sage's head would turn, nervous and hyper-alert. Her nerves were shot, and she couldn't stop shaking, even now. Her stomach turned, and she thought she might retch, but instead she collapsed forward onto Lennon's sturdy neck, her body going limp as she passed out. The horse glanced back and snorted once before continuing to rummage.

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Razekiel Lykoi · 11-11-2011, 08:56 PM

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<3

Most knew Razekiel to be the easygoing type, one who walked with leisure and smiled and basked in the sun as if time were never-ending; his family, however, was one of few things that could spur him into heart-pounding alert and action. Leaning nonchalantly against a tree at his hut, the male pointed his toes at the warmth of the fire and hummed quietly in accompaniment with the gentle strumming of the acoustic across his lap. Such was how his nights were commonly spent, though his guitar playing would never amount to the magic within the sounds of crickets and a crackling fire.

Fingers paused as the echoing sounds caught his ears, and for a brief moment he judged the sound within in the air. In it he heard his own name and the sweet song of his eldest daughter's voice, made bitter with desperation and panic evident even in the resonance. His heart did not swell but cringed; he hated to hear such trouble anywhere correlated with his children, and Razekiel wasted no time jumping to his feet and whistling for the ever-lingering Lark. Discarding the guitar without second thought, the male hesitated only long enough to douse the firepit and sweep onto the blue roan's bare back as the stallion arrived. He commanded the horse to go with unrestrained demand and, alerted by the gravelly look in his master's eyes, Lark sped at full canter where he was directed.

Razekiel found himself following her scent as they neared the call's general source. He saw the beautiful stallion munching lazily at the grass first and swept off Lark; it was only when Lennon shifted suddenly in anticipation of their arrival did Razekiel see Sage collapsed on his back. Her limp form was edged from its position when the horse moved, and the red-masked coyote sped and caught her as she slipped off, then lowering her calmly to the ground with the gentlest of touches and a subtle embrace in both his manner and hands that supported her.

"Sage!" he gasped, fingers across her forehead one moment and cupping a cheek the next. Her body shook in his arms, and his brow furrowed with a fatherly, deep concern. "Sage, what's happened? Wake up, princess, you're safe... I'm here..."

He hugged her close, hoping to ease away the tremors of her body, to calm her enough for her panic to allow her consciousness once again.

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Sage River Lykoi · 11-14-2011, 10:40 PM

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i meant to reply to this right away, damn time slipping away from meeeee

When Sage's eyes opened again, she was on the ground. With a deep gasp of air, her eyes shot open, alarmed and scared as someone shook her back awake. Her muscles came to life and she realized thankfully that it was her father who held her. Daddy! she breathed, amazed that he was here, now. It had only been seconds ago that she'd been alone with Lennon! Relieved, she threw her arms around him and sobbed heavily into the thick fur of his neck as all of the emotion came back to her. Oh, daddy... she said, the words she wanted to speak getting caught in her chest. There was... a traitor... she tried, her voice shaky and frightened. Two people... dead, I...-- but she couldn't find the courage to speak of it yet, the vision still all too clear in her mind.

For a long moment she clung to him, taking deep breaths of the comforting, earthy scent of his soft fur. When she felt her nerves had calmed enough, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. I just... couldn't stay... it was... awful... If Inferni could turn on it's own so easily, what made her so sure that they wouldn't target her next? The Aquila had been less than welcoming to her recently, and what did the others think? Her bottom lip quivered, her brows furrowed in anguished worry. I'm scared, she admitted to him, resting her head softly on his shoulder now, staring out into the darkness of the night with empty, dull straw eyes. It was all so wrong.

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