Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars

Bangle Guffawri · 12-31-2011, 04:44 PM

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For Skyelove. Poor Bangle's gone all tame :d

The coywolf had been in his rundown shack for a few days, immersed in his own thoughts. He paced back and forth near the unlit fireplace, listening to his own breathing and the soft tinkling of his jewelry. The wooden planks beneath his feet creaked loudly, as if they were screaming aloud the very thoughts within the male's head. He had heard about the murder of Taliesin's own young daughter, bought on by his own son, but Bangle could not bring himself to confront anyone about it. Skye, he knew, would have her hands full as she and Shawchert had been with the previous murderer in Cercatori, but the craftsman's own head was for the concern of his children.

His own minions, however, were quickly growing up. They too, could now walk on their own two feet, and with that came their natural ability to wander off. The coywolf couldn't help but let a sly smile come upon his own lips at the thought, wondering since their birth if they would have their father's sense of adventure. Still, he worried for them as well as other members of the pack, but like before he felt useless to aid in comforting anyone, even his own mate.

The male physically paused in wandering the dark room, and looked towards the door. "Skye.." He muttered, seeing the light stream through the cracks in the walls. The Guffawri male wondered where she was at present, or where his children were for the matter, and sighed aloud for being carelessly shut up in his own corner of the world. The male had much on his mind, and knew that Skye certainly did as well. Running a hand through his tangled tresses, Bangle made for the door and towards the red-headed female's house. The pace was quick, his strides mustering up confidence as he reached the porch. He stopped there only a moment, hearing his silver bangles ring loudly in the abrupt halt, before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

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Skye Collins · 01-01-2012, 03:15 AM

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<3

The female was troubled; not just by her own demons, which haunted her, night after night, more frequently and frighteningly than before, each growing in intensity and fear until she woke with a jolt, something she had never done before. Not just by her own fears and worries of the steadily shrinking pack, while trying to stay proactive in her role, the role of the leader who felt no pain. She was also troubled by her pack mates' worries - her friends' worries. She lay in her bed, exhausted - many of the pack were worried and shut away in their own worlds, and she did not blame them. Rather, she began to take on the work that others might - tending the garden, feeding and warming the livestock (they had gained quite a few chickens and horses), patrolling the borders, attempting to solve smaller troubles within the borders.

She didn't regret it, not a bit of it, and as she lay in her bed, she felt a little bit of relief that she was doing her part. She knew that some thought she wasn't fulfilling her role, but what else could she do? What more could be done?

Her troubled thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door creak open slightly. Taking a slight scent, she smelled a smell she hadn't in a long time - and she couldn't be happier. It was Bangle, her mate, come to see her; they hadn't seen each other in a while due to the duties that she had to fill, the roles she had to play, the disasters that were lining up...

She shook her head and swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing and walking to the door where she opened it fully, seeing Bangle. For the first time in days, she let the strong facade of her exterior fade - she didn't need it, not in front of her mate. It was hard work, being strong, looking strong, not allowing your emotions to run away from you and distract you - she did it for her pack. But now she was with her mate, once again, just like it used to be, and she let the mask fade away, leaving tired and sad eyes - but happiness was there too, happiness to see her mate. She opened the door to its widest, standing aside, wordlessly inviting him in.

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-01-2012, 04:07 PM

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ooc

There was a heavy guilt that could be felt in his steps towards the Capitana's house, a remorse for his own carelessness. Years of being alone, and turning a sturdy back to any and all troubles, still never left the craftsman. It was easier that way.. and therefore Bangle never had, nor needed, to care for anyone but himself. Detaching used to be as simple as snapping his own fingers, but things were far different now. He had a family, a family he needed to protect even in the darkest of times, and yet he had closed himself away once more. Bangle belonged wherever his family was, for there he had found home.

In the few heartbeats that it took to open the door ajar, the craftsman could feel the deep, dark loneliness of the house. Erzulie nor Robert were around, and he stopped to swivel a bat-like ear about to the side, hearing the gentle squeaking in Skye's bedroom. Her scent grew stronger as she approached, though her gait was slow, unsteady, with an expression to match. The woman's shoulders were slumped, her hair a mess, the fire gone from her joyous orbs. Bangle's heart sank in that moment, as he took the sight in, letting his own ears droop to express the heaviness that weighed within him.

Driven by a sort of instinct that had a life all its own, he stepped through the threshold, never once taking his bright eyes off the sunken one's of his mate. As he entered, he swung the door closed and stepped forward to take the woman into his arms, noting the sunken look upon her features. To him, Skye looked beaten, defeated, and yet strangely beautiful in that dark hour. Pressing her to him, it was a silent invitation for the woman to let loose everything she had wanted to, a reassuring gesture that the coywolf knew he should have done sooner. The male shut his own eyes, his fingers finding themselves in the deep fire of her hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered, as if it were difficult for his tongue to form the words. "But I'm right 'ere, now." It was all he had - and needed - to say.

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Skye Collins · 01-01-2012, 08:48 PM

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She watched as he wordlessly stepped over the boundaries that marked Skye's house interior from the rest of the town, the rest of the pack, the rest of the world. When she looked at him, he looked at her as well; he saw the pain and exhaustion in her eyes, in her posture, and his own demeanor drooped as well. His own trademark grin was gone now, replaced with a haunted expression; his bat-like ears, usually perked, now drooped downward. As he entered her own domain, he made a move to embrace the woman, and she accepted the embrace, hearing the words being murmured into her ear and appreciating them, taking them in, drinking them as she would a life saving elixir.

She could feel that he felt guilty, and was reassured of this with his words. She did not blame the coywolf male, she did not blame her mate. He hadn't visited her, true, but she hadn't either. She was too busy - too busy for her mate, for her pups.. it was not a thing she was proud of, and it made her question her own values, made her question what was more important to her, her pack or her family. The only problem to her was that the words were almost the same to her - family, pack. She did see her pups - they still lived with her, and while Erzulie was already making her proud by trading with other packs and bringing back things for Skye to gander at, Robert too was growing in his own way, reading and studying, imagining things that hadn't been imagined before. Both her pups were growing up, and she loved to watch them do it - she simply wished they did not have to grow in such difficult times.

The questions, the doubts, were swept away, however, as she held Bangle in her arms; she held tight. She squeezed her eyes shut, simply allowing her remaining senses to take in her mate for the first time in what seemed like forever - allowing his scent to fill her nose, his fur to brush against hers. The moment was peaceful externally, but internally, it was raging like a storm - the scene had a sort of perverse beauty in it, akin to a flower that has slightly wilted, and yet held the will to grow and thrive once more. She held Bangle for as long as she could and then pulled away slightly - she was in no hurry. She held his arms as she looked at him in his eyes, in his bright yellow eyes - two kindred spirits. She smiled, a genuine smile amidst the tired exterior, a smile that shined and showed some of her old spirit - she would prevail, he would prevail, they would watch their children grow, and Cercatori would survive.

She was sure of it.

"And now, that's all that matters," she whispered softly, half talking about his statement, half about her resolution. And it was, and it did.

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-02-2012, 11:54 PM

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Short x_x;; Oh my god I'm so tired today.

The coywolf knew that she, nor he, had felt this down and out since the loss of their other son - but he dared not bring that up now. He felt her press her smaller body against him, and responded by holding her closer, his beaten bangles ringing softly. Whatever she cared to express with words were left unsaid for now, but it mattered little to the multicolored male. The hand in the woman's hair began to move through the curtain of fire, knowing he could only do so much to comfort the woman with the problems that lay on the surface. What lay beneath, however, was something Skye rarely showed in the open.. that sullen look that stole the light from her features. He himself could not create such a light, but silently he promised to return all that she had lost.

As the woman against him shifted, his grip relaxed and fell casually down to her waist, reluctant to let her go just yet. His eyes flickered to hers, and there he stared with a questioning look at her expression brightened; a kindle to what the coywolf longed to return to the vivacious woman. Both ears swiveled as he carefully caught her words, like a gnat on a spiderweb, and returned her spirited smile with a grin of his own. "A'course," he exclaimed, moving to kiss her forehead. With their gaze broken, Bangle briefly glanced about the room. "Guess th' rascals are out havin' adventures of their own t'day, eh?" He commented in the empty house, though it didn't bother the bat-eared male, welcoming the brief respite from them in that moment. As orange-yellow eyes focused back on the red-headed woman, a hand moved up to caress a cream colored cheek. "How've y' been?" It was a question he truly needed an answer to, though he briefly knew of the most recent, traumatic events that had put further weight on her shoulders. Ears perked upwards, in an attempt to listen to anything - everything - she had to say.

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