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8D hope this is okay for yoooou



He couldn't believe this could have happened to them. Growling, Denver grabbed his coat and stomped out of his quarters, lasso shouldered and slim dagger tucked. He wasn't taking any chances these days, now that Ichika had taken Maggie. Salsola had taken some of their livestock, sure, but Magnolia was a canine same as them. Weren't they supposed to be a peaceful pack? Holding hostages isn't peaceful, he thought angrily. The stupid animals weren't even worth that much. He had wanted to free her, wanted to follow her and do whatever it took to get to her. Denver would have shed blood, would have even killed if it came to it. But Salsola's leaders had already begun negotiations for her release, he knew, and any irrational act on his part could affect Magnolia's safety. So instead, he walked.


The Confidant's movement was stiff, his mind muddled and focused more on his friend than anything else. Magnolia was more than a friend, he'd admitted to her, and he thought she felt the same. Denver wondered what she was thinking now, wherever they held her, alone and scared. Immediately, he regretted wondering; it only made him feel worse.


Denver headed north for a while, dazed and trudging through the cool, breezy morning. It may have been coincidence that he ended up on the outskirts of Salsola's stables. The corral was in sight, too, and the musty scent of piss, shit, and hay became too familiar. Taking shallow breaths of the stench, he stepped around a large, fly-covered pile of manure and moved around the corral, eying all of the animals warily. Pale blues found the sheep, and with them the two taller, thinner animals. Llamas, they'd called them. He'd never seen one in person, but he'd heard of them. One was mostly white, with a large brown spot covering it's chest. The other was the color of milk chocolate. Curious creatures, one came right up to the fence to sniff at him. Thankfully, Denver wasn't close enough; he stood a few feet away, glowering at the beasts and wondering how their lives had come to equal Magnolia's.


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Despite being accepted into the secretive pack that had given her sister a home and had changed her so, Foxglove kept to her reclusive ways, her company mostly consisting of Szellem, who hardly left her side now, and Valeria, the champagne mare that seemed to be fine with the change of location, and the grey kitten, still in need of a name. It had taken her long enough to name Valeria, so she expected it would be ages before the kitten was named. That was alright, she supposed.

Her time was spent wandering, learning the bits and pieces of her new forever home. There was no leaving, Magnolia had told her, and so she was coming to terms with that. The idea alarmed her mildly, as while she had no desire to leave her sister now, she worried she would feel suffocated by the pack after a long while. Foxglove Monroe had proven to herself over and over again that she was a gypsy at heart.

Some days she roamed on horseback, and others it was her own two feet that brought her. Today, as she walked in the direction of the stables, it was only in the company of the spirit bird, flying low and near to her head. They were in murmured conversation as she lifted her eyes, seeing the strange male watching the strange creatures, the likes of which she had never seen. She hesitated, but pressed forward, knowing she would eventually need to become acquainted with the rest of the pack.

"What are they?" she inquired of the stranger, noting that he smelled vaguely of her sister. Magnolia had eluded her sights for a few days now; Foxglove had hardly seen her at all lately, actually. She hoped that her sister did not avoid her on purpose.

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damn. i've really slacked this week. ><



Denver had seen her approaching, but did not acknowledge her until she got closer. She spoke to him, and he turned his head. The Confidant hadn't expected company, yet there she was; a lovely pale blonde with matching curls tumbling past her shoulders. Eyebrows raised, he sniffed; she was Salsolan, he could tell, but freshly so. Denver wasn't familiar with all of the newcomers, though perhaps he should be, now that there was danger in their midst. She was a girl, and she looked nothing like Maggie, but he thought of her nonetheless, and frowned. Pale eyes turned back to stare at the beasts. Llamas, he mumbled. Careful, they spit. The larger llama had roamed away for the moment, but the female was curious and sniffing at the new arrival. Denver still didn't trust them.


Stupid things; shoulda just left 'em in Ichika, he grumbled, the words tumbling out before he remembered he was in company now. Denver hadn't known the purpose of gaining these creatures, but they must have some use, lest Sirius and Eris would not have been so pleased. The Confidant hacked and spit at the ground beside the creatures. They ain't worth a life, he glowered, brooding as he leaned against the fence, eying the animals from the corner of his eye. Especially not Maggie's.


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The words were met with a quick step back as Foxglove put a bit more distance between herself and the strange creatures with bizarre necks. She did not want to risk whatever attack they were prepared to use happening to her. The male spoke with disdain, it seemed; his opinion of the llamas seemed extremely low. Szellem did not share her concerns, however, moving closer to see the creatures. They were unlike the things he knew of, and certainly there had been none in the tribe.

Foxglove's eyes turned downcast then. Though she was not the cause of his apparent anger, she could not help but feel as if she was the reason he was thinking about it, having had to answer her question. She hadn't the faintest idea of what he was talking about, though, and she could not help but ask about the words. She was unaware of anything happening. "What do you mean, not worth a life? Did something happen?" She felt foolish for not knowing the answer already.

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D: D: D: ilu <3



The girl had no clue what he was talking about. That became clear very quickly. Denver had thought word would have traveled quickly enough, but then again, Salsola did like to keep their secrets. But from each other? She's new here, he reminded himself. He doubted they would trust one they knew little of. The mutt quit his balking and cleared his throat. "Yeah, you could say that. A coupla us tried to sneak into that hippie pack up north..." he started, turning back to stare at the llamas darkly. "We were just gunna take some 'o their animals. Like these. But Maggie fell, and..." he choked on the words; the wound was still fresh. "I didn't realize 'till it was too late, and they got 'er..." The Confidant felt like me might retch, so he grabbed at the fence post, leaning over to stare at the piles of llama shit on the ground. I should've gone back, he thought wearily, rubbing a bit of slaver from the corner of his mouth. He took some breaths to steady his stomach and turned to the bale blonde girl beside him. "Sorry," he grunted. She probably doesn't even know Maggie. "Sirius'll get 'er back." He had to; if the Boss wouldn't, then Denver would risk his life trying to do it himself.


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<3 she apparently does not react well. :|


It took only the mention of her sister's name and she felt as if she were drowning, the sound of raging water filling her ears. She was taken back to a time as a child, so young she only remembered it out of the shock and fear she felt, when the ocean had pulled her away from her mother and she had been sucked under the water. It felt now as if it were happening again, fear forcing her body into a similar fight or flight response.

Foxglove did not know what was happening to her body, and if she did, she might have felt embarrassed by the way she simply slid to the ground, her body limp and leaning against the fence. Her eyes were half-closed, glassy and distant beneath pale lids. The rise and fall of her chest was steady, but the movement was hardly there. It was almost as if the news had sent her past a normal state of shock, and dimly in the back of her mind, she realized that Denver was there and that he probably did not know what had caused this, for she and Magnolia looked nothing alike.

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lol



His head was buzzing, and the longer he brooded, the more frequent the throbbing was. Denver took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to reassure himself that his King would serve his justice. He certainly didn't want to be entertaining anyone right now; his eyes opened to find the girl that was his company, but just as he did, he saw her falling. The Confidant's reflexes were not fast enough to catch the pale girl, but she fell gracefully enough, sliding down to lean against the fence. He stared for a moment, awestruck, before he stooped beside her. Hey! You okay? he said, a crease forming between his eyes as he looked her over, wondering what the hell had happened. He waved a creamy hand before her face, watching for response. What's wrong? She was alive at least; he could tell by the shallow movement of her chest, and the fluttering of her eyelids. Was it something I said? he wondered, but had no idea. The Confidant hoped she would wake up; he couldn't handle being accused of a new member's death at this very moment.


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His words did not register in her mind. Images flashed behind closed lids, emotions suffocating her. Foxglove felt the fear, the hurt, the anger all once more, as if she were once again trapped in that little cabin with the other prisoners, wondering why her tribe would imprison her simply because of her blood as a hybrid. Would she ever be free of the torment that had caused her? It seemed as if she never would.

"A húgom," she said feebly, her voice hardly more than a whisper. Jade eyes snapped open, registering now the male before her. "She is my sister." The words were still quiet, but now forceful, angry. "How could this have happened?" Foxglove wanted answers; she wanted to know how this could have been allowed to happen. Why had they not gone to save her? Would someone stop her if she tried? Would she even be able to, weak and small as she was?

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Denver stared down at the pale blonde collapsed before him, watching her regain consciousness. Thank god, he thought, not wanting to be around for any deaths today. The girl muttered some foreign words, and he found himself hoping it wasn't a curse. But then, her eyes came open and suddenly she seemed angry.


The Confidant backed up a pace as she spoke, staring incredulously into her face. Then his icy blues met her own bright green eyes, and he understood. If she hadn't said it, though, he never would have known. You're Maggie's... sister? he asked, amazed and staring at her slack-jawed. She has a sister... Of course she did; didn't most canines? But he had only known her in Salsola, and here they were her brothers and sisters. Here, he said, offering his hand to help her up. Like I said, Sirius'll get 'er back. The whole thing was just a mess. Denver sighed, running anxious fingers through his messy hair. We weren't even supposed t'get noticed at all, he added, shaking his head and turning back to brood at the llamas again.


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