Magpies and messengers at my door
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Private for Colibri & Lilin (and their unborn offspring) Set Sept 7 mid-morning, if that's okay with you folks. Optime.

Thorn had spent his night curled up on the comfortable fur he had brought from Russian draped across the floor in his home. Thanks to his sewing skills he had been able to stuff a second skin and turn it into a very rustic body pillow that let him sleep a bit more comfortably on the floor. He was getting on in years and he couldn't fall asleep on pointed, wet rocks like he could at one point. An annoying magpie had woken him, arguing with a crow about who owned the tiny bits of thread left outside the door from his hat mending the night before. Finally the white Russian had flung open the door and swore in Russian at the two birds. The crow had flown away but the magpie merely hopped along, gathering up the threads before taking its time to wander home.


If he wasn't awake before he was now, and he quickly put on his kilt and his hat before grabbing his messenger bag and the bits and pieces he needed to bring to the brewery to store. He had collected a lot of the bits in his trips to Halifax and there were still trips left to take. Today however after storing what he had collected he was going to wander the vineyards and still what would need to be done to get it back and thriving. He loved the wine he had been given when he joined Vinatta but he knew that they had the facilities to make something better. If he could help his pack get better things by making and trading alcohol, both beer and wine he would be very happy. It was how his pack had operated back home.


The sun was a bit higher in the blue and cloudless sky but it still was only about half the way to its zenith. Green eyes rimmed with black saw the brewery and he set his messenger bag outside the door before continuing to the vineyard. His expressionless face quickly turned to a smile as he walked up to the beginning of the rows of tangled and muddled vines. He could picture the way it would look someday, clean and organized and full of grapes. Kneeling down he plucked a leaf and attempted to figure out based on that and the stems what strains of grapes they were working with.


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(453) Let me know if you want anything changed, Miyu. :>


An expecting mother's journey was arduous, yet she survived; in fact, she owed it all to her older sister. Their relationship and their bond had flourished under those difficult circumstances. Rays of morning light shone through branches and leaves ahead, bristling with the cool northern wind brought to them. Her left arm looped into Colibri's, as if to physically support her when in all reality, the Soulstorm heir appreciated the proximity they shared. Days often got lonely when Saul wasn't around but Coli was her remedy, the right person to keep seclusion at bay. Lilin had made her way to her sibling's dwelling earlier that morning with news of Ezra's unexpected departure. She hadn't known how to approach the subject at first; Lilin knew how easily attached her sister got, and the last thing she wanted was for Colibri to take it personal.


Eventually she'd merely let the truth be known, attempting to explain the reasoning behind the husky's departure. Begrudgingly, she quoted the words he'd provided- how, as a nomad, he needed to travel and could not settle in one place. This was the second time he'd left them, taking his few belongings and turning his back on his true friends with little Elias in tow. The fact that he'd done so now, especially right before he could lay eyes on her children stung even more. She was beginning to have an aversion for anything nomadic; the word alone made her fur bristle. None of her feelings were kept from Colibri and after heading out for a walk, they had delved into her motives behind such hatred; Sangi'lak and their blatant disregard for privacy, how they foolishly proclaimed themselves nomads too. ''You should've heard them, Coli. They saw no fault in settling this close to us. They were appalled when we asked them to move back,'' she rambled on, flitting from one subject to another.


The woodlands became sparse as time passed, eventually replaced by Raudr Vineyard and its grape orchards. The scenery never ceased to take her breath away, especially on a beautiful day such as this. It was in poor condition, neglected by time and mother nature, but it had the potential to prosper with the proper care and dedication from the pack. Irises of mediterranean blue fell on the first rows up ahead, honing in on the silhouette of a male she had yet to meet. ''Oh, looks like he could use some of your gardening expertise,'' she exclaimed, tugging insistently on Colibri's hand as they both made their way toward their fellow Vinattan. ''Hello,'' she offered, craning her neck to look over her bulging belly; hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was doing.

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D'aww, that's perfect! <3 And hullo Xani, it's nice to finally have a thread together! ;D
WC: 599


It had been a pleasant surprise to find Lilin knocking at her door this morning. Coli was a bit of a hermit on the best of days, and her sour moods were exacerbated now that she was so close to her due date and embarrassed at how round her pregnant belly had grown. The whole ordeal was harrowing. But of course, Lilin was undergoing everything Coli was, and her Virding sister's presence did wonders to lift her spirit and help her survive it. She was quick to open the door for the one packmate who seemed to understand her effortlessly, her closest relative and secretly, her best friend. She didn't need words to express it; it was told in the easy way their arms linked and they walked together. They needed each other. Coli never once regretting coming to this pack.

She had been crestfallen to hear the news Lilin brought, that Ezra wanted to leave, not that he had to. She had done her fair share of wandering, but it had never been pleasant; she was always searching for a home, a place to settle and put down her roots. It hurt that he hadn't come to say goodbye to her, not even for little Eli's sake, but perhaps Coli wasn't as important to the Rosens as she had wanted to be. At least their last time together had been sweet -- she told Lilin about the dinner they had shared, the ducks and wine and good conversation. Ezra knew she was expecting a litter, and didn't question her about it, merely welcomed her into his home to unwind. It felt too good to be true, like she was part of their family if only for that one night. She could never have guessed that it was a farewell dinner -- had the carpenter already been planning their departure? A melancholy sigh marked her resignation; they would probably drift back again someday, or so she hoped aloud. She would miss them.

Hearing Lilin get worked up about the neighboring pack made Coli smile faintly, listening intently to her younger sister ramble. Coli had not yet formed any opinion of Sangi'lak, but she nodded and murmured her assent whenever it was appropriate, happy to play along if it meant she was included in the conversation. Their sisterly relationship was the most important bond in Coli's life right now, and as long as she had Lili, nothing seemed so bad. They ambled at an easy pace, immersed in the tranquil scenery of their northern home. The tangled masses of grape vines came into view, dark green leaves clamoring to reach for the morning sunlight. The vineyard remained wild and overgrown, as no one in Vinátta seemed eager to take on the task.

Until today, it seemed; there was a white-furred figure kneeling amid the first several rows, inspecting the plants. Of course Lilin had to see who it was -- Coli whined softly as she felt the insistent tugging at her hand, less willing to introduce herself to a stranger. How silly they must look, a pair of big round pregnant mothers-to-be trotting about the territory together. "I'm sure he's more than capable on his own," she mumbled under her breath, but obediently followed suit, shyly glancing at the packmate she did not recognize. He was wearing some articles of clothing, which was always a novelty to her. He also appeared older than most, bits of grey creeping in his pelt here and there. Coli smiled weakly in wordless greeting, waiting to judge his mood before she introduced herself.




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Too long for this reply, too long. Now I bore you with wine information.

Thorn's love of traveling and city hopping had meant that he had learned many things from many different creatures. He had developed his love for the green smoke in his home village and then moved to Moscow and learned how easy it could be to make crude grain alcohol if you had the proper equipment and were patient. His time in France had taught him that different grapes if you could grow them made different wines and some of the same techniques that made beer also made wine. It was during this time when he was younger that he forced himself to learn to read and speak english, as even though there were occasionally books and those who spoke his mother tongue they were few and far between. He could have easily became a better hunter, a better farmer, a better scout or a better father but there was something about the power of alcohol and drugs that called to the always young part of his heart and whispered sweet nothings in his black-tipped ear.


It was with this knowledge that he crouched in the overgrown and unloved vineyard hearing wolves he knew before speaking in his mind about leaf shape and vine size and whether the ground seemed to hard or too soft. Taking a tiny bit of soil he tasted it and spat it behind him. He had brought very few things with him when he came over on his little boat but one of those things were a few seeds from a part of France much like here. The same seasons and climate that perhaps could flourish here if it did so there. Thorn could never know that this place was on the same latitude as France and much like it's west coast cousin could grow similar varieties of grapes here as well as there. Holding up a leaf and tucking it in his pocket the older male stopped and sniffed the air before turning. One wolf smelled like Saul and his mind brightened on this information. Perhaps his mate? The other female was quieter and Thorn gave a wink and a smile to her. Both were heavily pregnant and this worried Thorn, he didn't need pups being born in a vineyard no matter how cool that might be.


Doffing his cap he stood and gave a little bow. "Thorn Russo at your service m'ladies. As you see this vineyard is in bad condition, I'm hoping to get grapes back on the vines and wine in the bellies of all Vinattians who wants it. Except pups, seems like there will be lots of them running around."

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(309) lol poor coli ;;


Her sibling's reticence was ignored for the most part. Lilin was in a good mood, which didn't seem to be a common occurence since the start of her gestation. Her mood swings were almost akin to bipolarism. She would sometimes find herself snapping at Saul for no apparent reason, questioning her life and regretting things. But on days such as this, when the cloud hovering overhead vanished, Lilin felt the unexplainable need to socialize- she would see the silver lining in everything and poor Colibri was the primary victim of her escapades. Compared to her generally stagnant personality, these extreme shifts were highly uncharacteristic.

In her excitement, she'd almost missed the leaf he'd tucked into one of his pockets. She was about to question it when the older male turned to greet them properly. Upon seeing the wink directed at Colibri, Lili couldn't help but give her sister a light nudge before crossing both of hers arms over her protruding belly, blinking expectantly. And like a true gentleman, the Russian wolf introduced himself- coaxing a pleased smile from the Virding. She liked this older man. His mission was apprehended with a nod and the immediate wrinkling of her forehead as he explained in how bad of a condition the vineyards were. ''I'm Lilin,'' she replied, before pointing to her sister. ''And this is my sister Colibri. She's a gardener.'' The Soulstorm heir closed her statement with a resolute dip of her head.


''She really likes plants and I really like wine,'' she quickly added, recalling a tawny porto's significant role in her courtship with her now-mate. Their first kiss felt like a distant memory- a time she desperately missed. ''So what can we do to help?'' Her mediterranean blue gaze flitted to Colibri for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of her sibling's reaction.

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