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Silvyyyyyy <3. Takes place just after this thread, on the edge of Ethereal Eclipse. WC: 426


The news struck her heart like an arrow, and a part of her died that very day.

When Anu sounded the call, it was urgent, and yet stricken with sadness. The mahogany woman was far but prepared for what she had to say when everyone had gathered. However, the snow white beauty had stopped listening after the first few statements. 'Gone', 'family', and 'leaving' were the only bits and pieces she could take from the rest of the meeting. Never had the female felt so.. empty.. since the death of her poppa. The loss of her last remaining family. And now she would be losing her family for the second time. Anu's words were heartfelt, but they bit past Giselle's flesh and into her soul, so much so that she had to excuse herself as quietly as possible, her voice straining to keep control.

As soon as she was out of sight from the Dreamers, Giselle ran. She ran hard and fast away from the Dreamer lands, feeling the tears burn even as the wind whipped them furiously across her cheeks. Past the flower fields and the windmill, knowing the worst and yet fearing her unanswered thoughts. The worst was yet to come - they would have to leave Crimson Dreams; all memories, scents, laughter, and life behind. The petite femme wasn't sure where she could go, but the only direction for her right now was forward, letting her fears consume her like fire. Savina was gone, and many of her family members with her, and she could practically feel her heart clench if that meant Silvano, too. A part of the Lictor was not sure if she could go on, if she could move on to another life, especially if everyone she knew and loved were left behind. Her body might, but only as a hollow shell; her heart would never be mended again.

Only when the trees began whipping at her sides and face did she come to a stop. Ivory knees met the mossy floor beneath as she fell onto them hopelessly, letting the tears flow freely. Her hands covered the forest's view of her grieving eyes, but had some point uncovered them and wrapped them around her drawn-up knees, muzzle tilted towards the pines. Why... why is this happening? The usual lilt in Giselle's voice was now gone, replaced with a mournful song. She let the silent response of the forest seep into her, and buried her face between her chest and knees, sinking her sorrow in the darkness she had created.


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so much raging sad

He could not go to the meeting, not after his mother had spoken to him days prior. He knew that Anu would call them and tell them what he already knew. The Dreamers were falling apart with Savina leaving. His strong mother, such a major backbone, was leaving back for Italy. It was a place he had never been and knew he would only ever visit if the need arose. Gotham had gone there and now called back their mother. Mati and Cambria went too, so did Parker. Who was left? Artemis was still with them, but he wasn't so sure she wouldn't leave too. At least Giselle was still with him and he had her. But he could not go to the meeting; he had not even told his mate of what was going to happen. She was going to be blindsided and he could not believe it himself. This was his home, this was where he was born. And now it was over.


After the meeting, Silvano went to find his mate, as she had not yet returned. He figured she would take it hard, and he could hardly blame her. Giselle was no where to be found. Perhaps she had run for the borders, or into the woods, to sit in solace. But he needed her too and knew she would need him too. He had been fairly absent since his mother told him of Gotham's request and how she was leaving. Giselle was still here, he had to be here too. Her scent to the meeting was faint and the leaving scent was easier to detect. He followed it, so far it went. She had run, it was obvious. He could almost detect the sadness. Or was it just his imagination running with him?


He followed her, wishing she had run to him instead of away. Silvano heard her before he saw her, and smelled her light scent before he heard her, even. He slowed his gait and slinked around trees, sides devoid of weapons. She sat on the ground, hunched, and he could smell the salty tears. Without a word of warning or greeting, he sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. He was still a Knight and he would still protect her.


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Oh hello poppet. WC: 320


The sounds of approach hit her ears before her other senses were even aware. Though her cream-tipped ears flicked upon her now tangled mess of hair, the female didn't bother to look up. She couldn't even feel fear at that moment, her body shaking with all the grief it could muster. However, one who made so much noise in their approach was not one to fear, whoever was coming her way was not there to hunt her down. Soon enough, the scent of the figure came through her nose, still buried in between her body, and she felt a new wave of grief overcome her.

Silvano - what was he going to do? Would he go with her to some new land, or would he leave with his family? His touch alone, as he sat down and made an effort to comfort the grieving femme, seemed foreign alone; she had not seen him nor spoken to him for some time. Giselle leaned into the knight's touch, at first, and then buried herself within his chest, hands clutching at his harms for fear of falling, fear of letting the male go. Into his mottled fur she cried out her fears, her hurt, and oncoming loss. Only when her tears subsided momentarily that she was able to find her voice - small and hopeless though it was. "Are.. you g-going to leave me, too?" She didn't dare look at him, for the female knew she couldn't bare to let herself suffer more. The question could not be avoided, and it hurt her to ask him as much as it did dreading the answer. 'Elle could not blame him, truly, if he chose his family... but she would also ache for him to leave them behind, too. "Everything w-was.. going so well.. S-Sil.." It was the final control she could keep own to, before burying her sky-blue eyes back into his mottled pelt.


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She fell into his arms and the Knight wrapped them around her, clinging onto her as she sobbed into his chest. It was familiar, but he let her cry nor did he encourage her to stop. He himself could not cry and let her cry both of their hearts out. He stroked her hair as steadily as he could, even though he could tell his fingers were going to shake if he held them still. Giselle cried her fears into his chest, and Silvano only squeezed her tightly. "Leave you? Why would I leave you?" he said gently, voice wavering slightly. Giselle shouldn't have to think he'd leave her for his family. If anything, he would invite her to join them. Without her, what was he?


"I know," he said gently, resting his head atop hers as he clung to her. His emerald eyes saw the woods but did not truly take them in. He was thinking of his mother traveling back to Italy, and he could hardly contain his concern. Was she going to be okay? Was the trip safe? What about his sisters traveling with her back to their brother and the rest of their family there? What about his father? How were they all? What were the two of them to do? The Dreamers were leaving and they were stuck behind. "We have to figure out what to do, Giselle..,"


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Oh hello poppet. WC: 461


It surprised her how well the errant knight seemed to be taking it all, but perhaps he was grieving in his own way. Giselle made enough noise to drown out the sounds of the forest, enough for two people to mourn the loss of their Dreamer family. The snow white femme thought she could take comfort in solace, but realized how much she craved the need for others surrounding her with life, laughter, and warmth, and suddenly she was glad Silvano had come to find her. Though she hadn't seen him at the terrible meeting that morning, he knew somehow - perhaps deep in his heart - she had gone amiss. Giselle was thankful there and then to have him there among the ever-looming ashes, even if it would only be brief.

A tremendous weight was lifted from her, then, and she had thought she was being driven mad to have heard the male's response. Y-you're.. not? The words were muffled against him, but she bit her lip in regret. Why? Her voice was strained, forced from her out of fear. She had to know, deep down, his reasoning; her grip on his strong arms relaxed, though only slightly. The woman knew how much he loved his family - Savina, Gotham, Cambria, Parker, and the rest of them - and instantly felt a pang of regret. The pale princess was sure it was her fault, somehow, for his decision to stay. She understood Italy, where his family was born and raised, was someplace far away across the blue oceans. He belonged somewhere, at least, if not with the Dreamers. But she... she had nothing else but him and Crimson Dreams. It seemed, though, not all hope was lost, and a bit of light returned into her heavy heart of darkness. Silvano's final response had reassured as much.

For a few minutes, she did not speak, letting her wracking sobs subside into soft falling tears. The female suddenly felt very, very tired, but did not dare move and break the comfort she always found herself wrapped in. After a time, her fingers found their ways across her eyes again, wiping the firey rain from her powder blue depths, and ventured a glance into striking emeralds. They matched all the allure and magic of the forest itself, and found herself lost in them as she was in thought. I.. I don't know. Could any other place truly be called home? The female supposed it was a possibility, though it seemed like a far off star she could only hope to reach. A part of her was waiting to wake up from this nightmare, to believe it was all pretend, that her family would be there each and every day that she woke up.


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Silvano sighed as she cooed out her question between sobs. She sounded almost surprised that he would stay with her instead of leaving with his family. Or maybe it was not quite that far-fetched. If she had not fallen into his life as she had, would he have chosen to stay in these lands where his family would not be? No, he figured that if he did not have Giselle he would have found himself on the same boat as his mother and sisters heading to Italy without a backward glance. But without Giselle now, what was he going to do with himself? He had driven himself insane in his pursuit of her and leaving her behind was just not possible.


"Giselle, I'm not going to leave you behind..," he muttered gently into her hair as her sobbing slowed to an easy flow of tears. "You are my family now, too. I won't leave you behind ever." Giselle was his mate and his life now. She stopped crying and her delicate hands tried to wipe away the tears from her face. He would have helped but he was lost in his own thoughts. Her sapphires peered up at his own eyes and his glance shifted from the forest to her. She was not sure where they would go. He had no idea either, but they had options!


"Well, we can go to Casa, where Jazper is with his kids. But we can also go to the Court, where Mati had friends, and Anu's sons live." At the moment, he was leaning toward the Kingdom, where he knew Anu's sons would welcome them. But Jazper could help to train him as a Knight and could also help train Heritage into a warhorse. Both place could do it, though, and he wasn't sure where they should be. AniWaya was not for them, not after the war, not after what they had endured together. Perhaps Giselle would know where they ought to go.


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B'awwwww. WC: 399


The male's constant reassurance warmed her chilled insides, though nagging doubts tugged at her constantly. For the first time, in what seemed like a long time, she tilted her head upwards so her nose could brush his cheek. I knew it was you, amore, she whispered to him with eyes drawn closed. They were the same words she had used the night of her realization of love for the mottled prince. A part of her knew her true love would stay by her side, though some part of her would always feel guilty for being the reason of his decision. It was life-changing, she knew, but current events had been forcing them to grow up quicker than she, and perhaps even he, ever expected.

Ivory dipped tail found itself wrapped tighter around her petite form for extra warmth, as she listened carefully to Silvano's heartbeat. He would stay, and so she would go wherever he pleased, even if it meant staying there on the forest floor for their entire lives. Giselle took a sharp intake of breath as the knight carefully weighed the decisions for them, though it seemed like treachery to be thinking of another pack so soon. Still, in a few days they would not have much of a choice. The female did not know of Jazper, but heard bits and pieces of their neighbors in the northeast. Small ears perked up at the mention of the Court, their closer neighbors, and the small silver thread of hope that perhaps Anu might go to stay with her sons.

The Court seems very lovely.. she said after a time. I've only met Alder, when I helped him rescue a kitten from a tree.. Her thoughts were suddenly on the small animal they had rescued, and had the fortune of meeting one another at the same time. You could still be a knight~ Giselle mused, relating much of the Court life to a palace life, as she had read about countless times in her books. Though she tried to sound helpful as well as hopeful, the auburn haired woman felt she was failing in both of those aspects. She bit her lip harder, but stopped as soon as she winced at the pain she was giving herself. Truthfully, she didn't know much about either pack to make a whole-hearted decision. I don't care, as long as I'm with you.


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If they could stay together on the old Dreamer lands, Silvano knew that they would. But someone was bound to come and pick up the land that was left open by the pack's departure. The manor would not be safe if another pack came calling to claim the land. They would have to take Heritage and get their possessions away. Thank god they had not yet had any children, or else this would have been even more of a pressing need. Silvano was glad they had only themselves to think of, especially with his home falling apart at his ears. Perhaps if they found a stable place, they could start thinking of them again.


He listened to her silently, squeezing her in his arms. She was thinking of him if she believed he could become a knight for real. The Dreamers had no such true thing and he had never thought to take the co-rank that was once held by another. Perhaps in the Court he could be a Knight as he had wanted. But he had to think of Giselle too. And the Court seemed smarter. Casa was still vague to him and he did not know what kind of place Giselle would have there. No, the Court was where they had to go. Maybe then Giselle could become the princess both in act and rank. "We should go to the Court. It seems easier for both of us, especially if we want Heritage to help carry all our things." The horse was still a yearling, only a colt. His back was stronger but he still ought not to work him too hard. How were they going to take the library with them?

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CERTAINLY NOT YOU. You're better than roman history, bb. This is crap, sorry, but I'm busier at work than I thought today @_@;


It was too difficult, imagining a life in another home, another family. Giselle squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine them with his family, crossing the seas to Italy. She didn't exactly know what the place was like, but it seemed even further from the last trace of her family here, surrounding her. Oh, how she so desperately wished to go back a page and find everything has gone back to normal. Unfortunately, the tale must go on. Silently, she breathed through her nose the scents of the trees and imagining leaving it behind. When Silvano made the decision that would affect their lives going forward, she only had the strength to nod. Well.. I trust you, she said in a still shaky voice.

The mention of Heritage brought a pang of guilt on the woman's heavy heart, and regretted not having visited the growing colt for some time. In an effort to find something happy to speak of, Giselle managed a small, courteous smile. Oh, how is Heritage? I haven't.. gone to visit him in a while. She attempted to sound eager, only delaying the inevitable that they would soon have to return to the Dream lands and prepare for their departure. I hope he's alright.... I hope we all will be. The final words, though in a quieter tone, would be impossible not to hear from the male's close proximity.


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Silvano could hear the hesitation in her voice despite her words. "We'll be okay, Giselle," he said softly, hoping that he at least sounded a little be reassuring. There was nothing else he could say since he was so uncertain about all this. Whatever there was waiting for them at the Court was not something he was familiar with. He was familiar with the ranks of his birthplace, of the way of life, of the expectation that he would be a good man. What did he have in store for the both of them in with the Courtiers? Giselle could be happy anywhere there were animals, he was sure, and if it was a quaint enough place, she would return to her happy-go-lucky self. But this was still rough. What would he do without his books? Without his library? What would he do if he could not keep on training? Jazper's leaving and his father's absence meant that he had no one to go to for assistance; he would have to learn further on his own.


Heritage would be crucial to taking with them, since he would need the colt to help move their possessions. They would leave behind their beds and shelves and desks. All he would take would be his books and his clothes, and Giselle was sure to do the same, except adding on her cooking utensils. "Heritage is doing okay. His.. training has slowed down but it's expected. I'm sure the Court has someone to help train him." He was getting bigger, but the colt was only a few months over a year. He ought not to be ridden hard for a good couple of years and Silvano foresaw a slow move from the Manor to the Court. "We'll be alright. I know we will." Silvano attempted a smile and kissed his mate's head lightly.

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