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2nd February . 10.30am . Broken Arrow Ranch & Borders .


His head spun when he thought about all that he had learnt and gained from the winter festival so far. He'd gained another horse, whom he hoped he would be able to give to Temeraire when his son was old enough to ride a horse. He'd gained many pouches of medicinal herbs that would be of great benefit to him down the line, as well as a Witchhazel plant that he intended to place in the ground shorlty after he arrived at home. He'd learnt at least a little to dance and he thought he might have made a friend in his dance partner, Xyza from Anathema. He'd somehow managed to find an actual relative in the form of Lilin and the two of them had gone Ice Fishing together. It had given Saul the idea to start a family tree, to keep track of whom was related to who and where they all came from. He'd learnt some Archery and he'd met up with his old friend Dixie as well, which was an added bonus for that part. And he'd managed to drag Eclipse to the arts and crafts tent where they'd spent a while talking and creating.


Of course, there was no way he could have stayed away from Ichika for the duration of the festival. He had duties to attend to, he had to make sure Maia and Gypsy were alright after Dixie's reminder that he was safeguarding at least a little bit of what belonged to her. The biggest pull came from his son and the fact that he hadn't seen him in about ten days. It was a strong pull that had allowed him to gather up what he'd already gained and strap it to Hermes late in the evening. It would have been safer to come back in the morning, but Saul knew the terrain well and he knew that Hermes trusted him to bring them through. The chocolate and flaxen stallion who appeared to be roughly the same age as his own horse had been more than happy to comply as Saul tied his lead rope to the back of Hermes' saddle and the small party continued on. There was still a few things Saul wanted from the festival, but he knew he would be coming back soon enough for the end of the festivities.



They'd crested the Halycon Mountains, as they'd done many times, as the sun rose behind them. Ichika was bathed in light as they'd begun their descent and Saul was glad that he'd left in the night. He knew X'yrin had return a day or two before him and he was aware that Saluce was here as well. He'd been making his adopted father a gift for their upcoming wedding and he wanted to give it to him whilst he was in Ichika. It wasn't anything heavy, nor was it anything particularly useful. But it was well crafted and beautiful in his opinion. He hadn't been sure when he'd seen similar designs on a stall in the festival, but he'd attempted one himself and he'd been pleased with his work.


He allowed thoughts of his adopted father to wash over him as he made his way down towards the ranch. With the amount of horses Ichika had accumilated, they would soon need to expand or at the very least build more paddocks for those that were stabled. Saul had been thinking for a while that he should give Arete and Finn to Gideon's adopted children- it would give them something to focus on and perhaps it would bring them a little happiness. He was still torn though and pushed the thought aside. Saul dismounted when the paddocks were in sight and walked down the small slope towards the ranch. He would get Hermes and the new stallion settled and then he would go and find his adopted father.

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Having only be back in his homeland for a short amount of time he hadn’t had much time to get everything together. A new joiner would require his attention later in the day but for now he was at the stables. The over worked, under cared for horse of his or at least that’s how the horse seemed to tell it was not in any mood to have a harness put back on him. But his hands where heavy and a low growl gave the beast all the information he needed to understand. While Saluce liked having the horse around and liked his usefulness, it was an unwritten rule, for the protection the horse received by being in his care, he would have to do what Saluce asked of him. If the horse refused then Saluce often reminded him of his stature as a prey animal, a flash of teeth, a low growl and the horse would in the end comply.


Saluce didn’t really care to be as mean as he had to be at times with the horse, for most of his time he allowed him to do as he pleased and didn’t ask him to do much of anything. The harness was hitched to a large cart that had recently been used for their journey to the festival. A loud snort of protest again left the horse showing his ill mood and a flash of teeth soon followed, right in front of his eye. No further protests were given and he was finally glad the horse wasn’t giving him any more of a fuss.


“Keep this shit up, and your food. Don’t think X’y wouldn’t love to wrench out your liver and eat it on a silver platter,” he spoke, not really caring if the horse understood any of it at all. The firewood initiation task was a damn farce, but he’d make it into a useful task none the less with clearing trails and up keep around the pack.


The man was about to go off on a quick patrol before his task today called him to spend the rest of the day with a new pack member, when he noticed another approaching. His hands rest at his hips as the image of Saul and his horses came into view. The man he was now was a source of pride for him, his ties to his family and his mental fortitude where things he knew would get him far in life. Blues observed for the time being until he came closer and he called out to him.


“Good day Saul”



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The young Stormbringer was lost in his own little world as he crested the small hill that surrounded the ranch, green eyes focused on the ground instead of what was in front of him. His worries were almost palpable around him and his mind constantly repeated what was bothering him. Having to leave Temeraire behind was a major cause for concern in his mind. While he knew, perfectly well, that Nayru was capable and willing to look after his son, the male also felt that a part of her resented him for burdening her with another mouth to feed. She hadn't said anything of the sort and seemed happy enough, but there was a small niggle in the back of his mind that told him different. He tried to push this concern aside, but it was difficult. He would see the piebald female soon as well as the small child that had probably grown so much in the short time that he'd been away.


It was this internal babble that kept him so distracted that he didn't hear Saluce cursing at his horse. Of course, Hermes lifted his head and gave a whiny of greeting, causing the green eyed man to look up. His pupils dilated when he realised just how light it had gotten, before the grey swathe of a man that he called adopted father came into veiw, beside a large black horse attached to a harness. Saul felt the grin spread across his lips before his brain computed the emotions razing through his body, but he knew that the predominating emotion was joy. It was good to see Saluce up and about, on two legs and looking so well. And it was a nice coincidence that Saul had happened across him at the ranch. Now he didn't have to go and find the male. The grey man called out a greeting and Saul raised his arm in an acknowledging wave before he dismounted.


"Namaste Saluce. Let me turn Hermes out and get the stallion settled into a stall and I'll come and help you."


Saul spoke quickly, untying the bags and tack from Hermes, as well as the other horse that had been walking placidly behind them since the festival. It took him only a few moments to have Hermes all untacked and in the paddock, where the large stallion promptly dropped to the ground and rolled, relieving an itch and a sweaty back from the ride up here. With a chuckle, Saul lead the chocolate stallion into the barn, easing him into a stall before removing the rope headcollar he'd made and making sure he had water. Satisfied, Saul came back out again, stretching his body out languidly, a yawn echoing in his mouth. With a quick rub of his head, he moved towards Saluce, wondering how he could help.

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Saluce watched the curious son of his as he lead two horses. What had he gotten himself into now? For all he knew about Saul something’s he just never seemed to get. For one his chosen profession, it seemed rather girlish to him to be a healer but something were above his head. Charlemagne on the other hand snorted and rapidly became irritated with two other stallions nearby, his own body towering over them, but held back by his harness and the cart he was unable to assert some form of dominance. Saluce shot an irritated glance back at him, for once he wished the horse would just let things slide, but he never did. Shaking his head he waited but not before he gave the horse a good punch in the ribs. A selfish grin spread across his lips as the horse turned its head and bore a gaze into him.


“You know if I were you, I’d be on my best behavior, or else those two stallions will be lead to Anathema and they will get to play with some of their mares.” Again his blues turned back to the horse a devilish grin across his face. The two where more alike than either of them would ever admit, even if the horse spoke he’d never admit it, and Saluce knew all too well that the big Shire horse hadn’t been with a mare big enough to handle him in a long time.


Saluce reached up and tied his lead to a post, it was more a gesture than anything that would hold the horse if he chose to suddenly leave. But the significance of it was still there, he expected him to stay, or else he could suddenly find himself dinner.


“Nothing to really help with, he’s just a stubborn and hasn’t seen a mare of his kind in a while. Can’t blame him with all that pent up energy. But anyways. How are things with you? How has the festival been treating you?”



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He caught the tail end of the interaction between man and beast as he entered the stable, the quick punch to the ribs that was more camaraderie than anything. Saul could see that Saluce cared about the horse and he gave a soft smile as he entered the barn and adjusted to the relative darkness of the enclosed space. Saul was never one for very many words and he usually preferred to spend his time with the animals under his care. Once in a while he felt the need to interact with others, including his adopted father. He hadn't seen the grey man in a long while and he'd missed the gruff, blunt substitute of a father. Exiting the den, he allowed cinnamon backed ears to twirl forward, catching the mans words. He could be rude and crass at times, but Saul found himself laughing softly at the males explanation of his horse.


"I'm sure he's suffering badly." Saul chuckled, running a hand over the black shire's rump before stepping away. He could see that Saluce's stead was nothing like his own friendlier, smaller animal. Hermes was often affectionate, whereas Saul could see that the stallion in front of him had a rough temper. Saul looked back towards Saluce as he asked about how he'd been doing. "Yeah, I've bee doing well. I get worried about Temeraire a lot, but I know Nayru's looking after him well." He said with a soft sigh. Separation from his son was his own doing, and yet he couldn't help but regret the decision. "The festivals been good- I managed to get another horse and some well needed medical herbs from a trader on the first day which was good. I have a lot more that I want when I get back though." He said, thinking of his conversation with Neela on one of his last nights at the festival.


"What about you? How long have you been back in Ichika?" He asked, green eyes turned towards his father with genuine interest. Saul was never one to ask a question that he didn't wish to know the answer to and he genuinely was interested in how his adopted father had been. He'd been ill when Saul had made it back to Ichika, and although he seemed to be in high spirits, one could never be too sure.

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Saluce watched the young man for a moment as he started to speak. Nodding lightly as he recalled his own exploits at the festival. Seemed the young Stormbringer was adept at trading or sold his soul to devil, or both. Trading for a horse that was an expensive item depending on how attached the person was to the beast. Saluce probably wouldn’t ever trade of Charlemagne but if he did, he’d ask a whole lot more for him than just some animal skins and pot. Seemed that was the only stuff anyone ever had to trade and with the abundance of them it made them rather cheap. So he nodded quietly, before his question came.


“I did some trading, small stuff mostly, sharpening stones, the likes, got a beautiful Collar for X’y as an engagement gift.” He admitted without really recognizing he had spilled any beans. X’y had done a fair bit better than he had with trading, she had been so much more open to different things while he had primarily been focused on a few items.


“I heard you met my mate? What do you think of her?” he asked softly as his blues turned back to the younger male. Addressing him as a boy would be degrading him, even though he remembered the little boy he used to be. Those emerald eyes of his looking up at him expecting the world to be given to him, and the innocence to think he could have had it all. But Saul hadn’t exactly had a great childhood, his father had dropped him off at Dahlia’s doorstep, and he had never asked him why or what had happened to his mother. But being so far removed from the parents that gave you life. He understood it, having been separated from his own father for most of his life. Not having that father image made it difficult when Saluce was little, having no other example to follow than the epic deeds he had been told he had done.


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Since the first time he'd met Saluce, Saul knew that while their relations were easy and effortless, there was always a part of Saul that strove to be more when the grey man was around. Compared to other relationships he had with people, thinking back to his meeting with Dixie whom had fit back so seamlessly into his life even after such separation, he hadn't felt the need to prove himself or be anything other than he was. But he changed when he was around Saluce- he thought himself to more serious, or more responsible, or something. He wasn't entirely sure, but he often felt just a little bit more pressure around Saluce than anyone else. It was a good thing- some of the better things in his life had come about because of outside pressure, Saluce included. The man answered him and admitting that he hadn't traded for anything nearly as big as Saul had.


"I'd like to see that collar, I'm sure it's something special."


Saul hummed softly, wondering what it was like. Saluce was never very descriptive in his speech and Saul knew he would probably have to see the collar itself to really know what he was talking about. Saul looked back up towards Saluce as he asked about him meeting X'yrin. A soft chuckle escaped him- he'd known X'y since his second day back in Ichika, although he hadn't spoken to her properly until a few days later when he'd hunted with her. "Yeah, I met her the second day I got back. But we went on a hunt together- I think she was a little put out by me taking the lead. She lovely- a perfect match for you!" He said, thinking of the soft spoken but clearly dominant female. She really was the perfect match for the large grey man. He glanced around, rolling his shoulders softly and feeling the strap of his satchel constrict against his chest.


"Did you want to do a quick patrol of the borders? Has everything been quiet up here?" Saul asked, knowing that it agitated the man when he wasn't doing something. Saul had a present for the man, but he wasn't sure when to hand it over, or if the man would even like it. It wasn't practical, it was purely ornamental and he hoped the male wouldn't see it as useless.

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There wasn’t many times his spirits where this high or that he felt open enough to divulge anything about him personally but today was a different day indeed. His broad smile warned across his face as he spoke of X’y and when he recalled his hunt with her he could only smile knowingly. X’y was a gift to him, something he shouldn’t have ever deserved but she was his regardless. Nodding quietly at his sons approval he moved away from the bickering horse and out onto the soft snow covered grass. The earth under his pads called to him in more ways than one and the urge to run in the mountain ranges dotting the landscape was almost too much to comprehend.



It was Sauls suggestion that brought him out of nature’s call to him, but it seemed his son may have had the same sorts of feelings when he brought up the prospect of a border patrol. His body had already been reacting to the urge, his posture changing as hands fell to the earth in a slowly prolonged sensation as his head shivered and shook, bones, sinew and fur changing along the length of his body as the slow minutes passed by and his form took on a more primal appearance. Blues opened slowly as if to signify his thoughts on his proposal, his tail wagged behind him and his form padded around Sauls expectantly.



Body language seemed to be his chosen way of communication and his face continued to look toward the mountains and back to Saul as if he was waiting expectantly for him to come down to all fours and join him. He sat down on his haunches blues looking over him. Saluce’s paws dug into the snow, loving the feeling, the earth under the snow and his body ached to be set loose. He had X’y to thank for his primal addiction now, she had opened the door and he had willingly followed through.

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His father seemed distracted for a few seconds, his blue eyes scanning the ground. The young Stormbringer didn't want to interrupt any train of thought that he might be having. It left Saul with a few silent moments to consider the gift in his bag, whether it would be better to give it to his father when they were still relatively close to civilisation in the ranch or whether it would be more personal to give it to them when they were away and on their own. He didn't have long to wait to make the decision though- Saluce turned back and began to shift, his silence enough to keep Saul from asking any questions. He expected the big grey male to speak once he was in his desire form, but it seemed he didn't want to. Saul laughed softly, before making up his mind. If Saluce wanted to patrol in his lupus form, Saul would join him. But it would be easier to give the gift here, where he still had opposable thumbs.


"Two seconds Saluce, I have a present for you. I don't know if you'll like it, but I made it for you and X'yrin."


He said, taking a deep breath and plunging into his satchel to receive the doe-skin wrapped bundle. There would be no point in presenting it to him with the cover still on it, so Saul whipped it off, revealing a intricately carved wooden spoon. He'd read about Whelsh love spoons in a book not long ago and the idea had gripped him at the winter festival. He'd found some dark rosewood from a trader down there and he'd thought it would be perfect. The spoon itself was little more than a decorative gift, but it was also a symbolism of live and commitment that the two might look to if they needed it. It started with two bells at the top in mid swing. The bells stood for marriage and Saul thought it fit for the wedding that was upcoming. It then looped down into two matching hearts that signified their love for one another. A bunch of flowers held up the procession, signifying the affection that the two must always hold for one another, before ending in a heart-shaped bowl of the spoon, which signified a full and bountiful life. He told Saluce each of these meanings as he worked his way down the spoon, before looking towards his father carefully. It would be now that his father spoke on what he thought of it. Saul laid it carefully on the wagon attached to the big shire horse before shifting down into his lupus form, ears held low as he waited for his father's opinion.


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Saul gives Saluce the spoon and the man accepts the gift. The two of them make their way out towards the borders, filling each other in on whats been going on in their lives. Saul tells Saluce that he'll be returning to the Festival in a couple of days. The two continue on to make plans about Saluce and X'yrins wedding, although neither of them put a time to it.

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