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Catalyst, 300+
Slowly the man made his way through the territory. He still felt rather miserable overall, but the gentle echo that seemed to so easily pulse through him as a light warning was slowly, ever so slowly fading away. His appearance still spoke insistently of war, but he was quickly recovering. Most of the cuts were shallow, and the fatal bite mark on his neck was perhaps horrid to behold, but it was healing very nicely. There was pain, but the Lilium of Dahlia did not experience pain as one should, so it was all a gentle wave that brought satisfaction because it reminded him of why the injuries were there and how it had happened. It was beautiful. Beneath the ground floor in cabin where the brute lived, lay a piece of Svara’s tail, a trophy that could not be disposed of. It belonged to him and the memories would forever stay fresh. If she had survived, he would want to do the same thing against her all over again. Such a low life creature deserved nothing more than to suffer until it died.
The secui finally reached the gentle stream a bit east of his cabin. He drank slowly, brilliant blue pondering over the light tint of blue in the clear water. When he was done he casually shook his fur, although it was only his muzzle that had been in contact with the cold and refreshing water. As the sun broke through the scattered and white clouds, he parked under a tree, only glimpses of the sun’s rays reaching through to him through the light green leaves. The man presented a great yawn, a salmon-tongue curling automatically as he breathed in the air of late spring. The man did not often feel at peace because of his forever burning heart and soul, but today the voices were silent, and the exhaustion within him that still lingered made this acceptable, as he had to regain his strength quickly so that he could continue what he had started and find the black wonder that given him the injuries.
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Sorry for not seeing this sooner! O_x 500+
There was a great and revolutionary revision happening within the ivory girl, Catalyst could certainly feel it. Just about to be four months, and it was about nine months too early to have seen the sight that she did at the borders, or perhaps mentally deal with the confrontation and truth that Conor brought to her upon the sun kissed shores of Whisper Beach. With being the first born out of her litter, the largest, and certainly the most dominant out of the rest, there were now other reasons to set her apart from the rest of her siblings. Bloodshed, mental anguish, eyes that burned and resonated into painful headaches from nonstop tears that her siblings were blessed to have not felt at this stage, shouldn't be feeling. Granted that they too felt some ebb of pain and tears for their mother abandoning them, but perhaps they didn't take their pain to different levels of their psyche. Not like how Catalyst did.
One could instantly tell from a distance that there was no bounce in her steps, no bright eyed outlook looking forward to the day's mischief, no innocence to be had about her spirit. Her figure was too sullen for her age, her ears narrowed to where the tips almost hung over the ear in fashion of a domestic dog, and where her two toned vision was trained to nothing but the ground passing beneath her. A state one couldn't begin to fathom seeing a puppy in, but Catalyst was that walking, sorry state. Her world had been thrust into confusion, hurt, fear. As if matters weren't worse enough of wondering just simply why her mother abandoned them, now there was bloodshed to be seen, emotions to reveal, truths to be twisted, frigid fear to be felt twirling down her spine.
Catalyst wandered a little far from the church today, not in the mood of playing with the puppies and wanting to be detached from the rest of the world, just so she could try and make somewhat sense of what has all happened. She followed a light stream, up until the point where there was no destination at paw until underneath a tree sat a great muscular tawny figure, with piercing blue eyes. If it wasn't for her nose that roused her to sniff at a recently wafting scent, she probably would have passed up the adult like he was a ghost. Stopping in her tracks, her head raised, her ears still drab. Catalyst simply stood in silence, watching the male from a few feet away. He seemed to hold something of a similar attribute to exhaustion, but Catalyst wasn't for certain. Typically her figure would be more alert, but it was carried around like it was heavy for her. The adult looked pretty intimidating indeed for his size, she had not seen him before, but couldn't help to not find any words to say, or really do anything for an action.
Catalyst simply stood there, and just played a dull eyed staring game.
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Apologies for the wait (300)
A lot of shit was targeting Dahlia lately. The male was furious about the latest drama. He trusted the pied psychopath to assist him in ridding him off an increasingly annoying creature. If Cwmfen nic Graine’s father had not been the true demon that he was, Haku would have gone after him as soon as his health allowed him to hunt another predator. It was a good thing that Ril’o had never been a personal favourite. As a matter of fact, the Lilium had found the recently deceased Dahlia member rather dull. His death had still been a loss to the pack, and it was far from appreciated. He had not seen the scene the dark eyed predator had left, nor had he attended to the funeral. It did not necessarily mean that what had happened was insignificant to Haku, because he had had his own demons to battle. The vampire’s bite had been fresh back then, and his strength as good as non-existent.
The brilliant blue gaze found the puppy quickly. She was tainted. She had seen the monster and stood left as a survivor, although she too had lost a part of her life. The adult felt no compassion for the child. Perhaps there was a slight hint of pity if he was to dive deep into his own psyche. He did not know the child’s name, but knew it was one of the puppies that Cercelee and Slay had taken in. He waited for her to notice him, and it did not take long before her senses chose to reveal his presence. Her stare was annoying. For a moment he only stared back, wondering if she wanted something from him. He did not understand children, probably never would either. Maybe she was just mentally challenged, driven insane by the scene she had been forced to witness.
It was this puppy that had witnessed Rilo’s death, right? The Lilium did only have basic details about what had happened, but the little soul here had witnessed something crushing recently, that much was obvious. ”What’s your name?” It was no reason for him to be unpleasant, although that was just what he wanted to be.
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You posted this at the same time I returned from absence, so it's all good.  300+
It probably would have been just another adult to Catalyst if she had known Ril'o on a casual basis. Another adult that was in the ranks, did his duty, and that was it. Not to say that Catalyst didn't appreciate the adults that were here, for Cwmfen was one that she looked up to, Colibri was pleasant, and Henratha amazed her with his complex skill, but other than that, her mind wouldn't be as wracked with their haunting like Ril'o was. For heaven's sake, she didn't even receive his name until after death. There was so much potential that could have been sought in their conversation, especially when that strange coyote was around during the time, and Ril'o simply left the scene on accords to not deal with the creature. So much could have been said and done, but now it was all just done completely. No coming back, no making amends. Extinction was forever.
There was something about the tawny adult here that made the flesh underneath her alabaster pelt shiver with a chill. Perhaps it was his stare, or maybe his size, or just the fact that there was intimidating vibes that were radiating off him. Whatever it was, this guy certainly wasn't someone to mess with, and the way he looked now, it was as if he was even more perturbed than he should have looked. Swallowing what was accumulated in her throat, the ivory girl was actually surprised a little that all of a sudden he requested for her name. There was a pause, as if she had forgotten to speak, but cleared her head immediately. "Catalyst... Catalyst de Sadira." She said plainly, simply. With the way this male was so intimidating to her, she really wasn't sure how to respond or what to ask in return from him. "What's yours?" She then asked, unaware of his rank, or who he truly was in the pack (granted that Cercelee probably did mention his name, but she might have been just too busy frolicking with the rest of her siblings at the time).
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Whee (300)
Despite the almost impossibly warm colour in his eyes, there was usually no warmth given from his gaze. No, most creatures seemed to notice that something was wrong. The secui inhaled deeply, a yawn suddenly taking him by surprise. The moment he exhaled, he stretched comfortably, slowly rolling his shoulders while stretching his front limbs out in front of him. The Lilium was not fond of children. Not even his own. He had attempted to be a good father, but he had failed miserably. These last months had not been particularly good ones, and so with Conor being an annoying dimwit, he had more than once lost his temper. The secui found it rather, odd, when he thought about it. He could not put a finger on why the child annoyed him so, but it had happened again and again. Luckily Conor would be in good hands away from him now.
He found her name amusing. The Sadiras really were taking over the lands. She seemed to be slightly on guard. In an attempt to ease the tension, he let his piercing eyes let go of her form. He was not sure if he was surprised that her incoming question was the same as his. She was a child, so he guessed he could hardly expect her to know who he was. Perhaps that was a positive thing. ”I am Haku Soul.” the man finally gave away, his gaze not returning to the little girl. Instead, his eyes were wandering across the rest of the scenery, though unable to see the beauty of the summery nature. ”I’m one of your distant cousins I guess,” he then suddenly added, as he too was a Sadira. His father Lisichka's sister had been Catalyst’s grandmother, or so he believed. He cared little about families.
The man’s short tail moved slowly along his body, tickling his side.
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With his gaze coming off her own, it indeed made her relax a little more. With the hype about the monster puppy eater (which in reality was really the hype she was making in her own mind, although nobody messed with Catalyst de Sadira's siblings when she found out about it) that recently took toll on her focus and prerogatives, it was not at all common for her to feel a little uneasy around adults. Especially adult males, simply for the fact that she had not grown up with a father figure, and the wolf that killed innocent Ril'o at the borders was male himself, with the most evil of colorless eyes. Not wanting to recall that incident, she let a shiver twirl down her spine at that reverie, and then brought herself back to the male that was in front of her. Haku Soul was his name, and Catalyst had thought she heard Cercelee recite the name once before in church, but wasn't entirely sure.
What was to come next from Haku nearly made the ivory pup do a double take. With dual eyes blinking, she was rather stunned to hear what he told her. Distant cousin, sort of? Her eyes went into another series of blinks, shaking her head and now daringly observing Haku more closely. Well, she couldn't see too much resemblance anywhere, and Catalyst was completely unknown to how many Sadira individuals were truly around in 'Souls. "Really?" Well yeah, Haku just told her that he was, it didn't sound like he was lying about it either, but Catalyst wasn't expecting such a thing to be said entirely. It was the flurry of a hundred and one questions that came into mind now, eager to be asked. "Do... do you know Anyanka? Our mother?" It was worth asking in her case; if the whereabouts of her mother could be found, at least it would be one less stressful thing to worry about in her world.
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Unfortunately, Haku (and the rest of the Sadiras) seemed to be related with half of the wolves that lived in these lands. The Dahlian man found it rather repulsive to be connected to so many individuals in such a way. Not because he cared much about family ties, but because quite a lot of the rest of them seemed to believe that it was a big deal. It was said that blood was thicker than water, but Haku disagreed when it came to anything else than physical ties. He could not change his genes, but just because there was a relation between him and another wolf, it did not mean that they were special. Haku gave shit about family ties, and this was obvious in his lack of commitment and success as a father, son, and brother.
The girl seemed to think it meant something. He let his gaze drift in her direction again, but only traced the edges of her form, determined to keep from establishing eye contact, although that was what he was used to. Then, the questions started to fall. He should have just shut his mouth and let her wander away or something. Her question made him think though. Did he know her? More precisely; had he ever met the white fur ball’s mother? Memories did not come and go as well as they once did. They were harder to recall than they had been, and he feared this was yet another sign of his mental illness. He did not know what was happening, but the demon never forgot about him. Always working full shifts. What would become of him?
”No, I do not know her.” the man finally said, determined yet not entirely sure that this was the truth. He did not let the child pick up his certainty. Full control over his body language was a nice thing. However, he knew that he must have stumbled into Aiji Sadira at one point, as she was his aunt and everything. ”I did know your grandmother though; Aiji Sadira.. and even your great-grandmother, Ceres Sadira.” he revealed, wondering if she knew the deceased Matriarch of the insanely large Sadira clan.
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There was little spoken to Catalyst about the entirety of the Sadira lineage, and it would be truly ridiculous for her later in life to find out just how big the lineage had grown to be. Family and blood, at this point, meant everything to Catalyst, in contrast to Haku. For the fact that family and heritage was all she had right now, those were two things that struck close to the heart for her, and difficult to release completely. A letting go of family might prove to be easier in the future when maturity would come, but for now, it was simply intertwined in her world.
Slight disappointment was evident upon her face, hoping to hear a confirming statement that this distant sort of cousin perhaps heard about her mother. However, her triangular ivory ears flicked at the two names dropped from his tawny maw; Aiji Sadira and Ceres Sadira. Both of which that settled in the grandmother categories, and which Catalyst could only recognize a faint memory of Anyanka speaking about Ceres. Unknowingly Catalyst held a striking appearance and presence of Ceres (except for the mismatched eyes), and was basically somewhat of a reincarnation of the great matriarch of the Sadira lineage. ”I… I think I heard of Ceres before.” The ivory girl said, although shaking her head in a gesture that shown that she wasn’t entirely sure of this. She honestly wished to learn more, and the more time carried forth with her maturity, the answers would surely appear with time and contact for those many that lingered around with her blood and name.
Observing the Lilium with frequent straying eyes (quite hesitant to keep a long standing gaze into his own eyes), there was a question that suddenly materialized into her mind. Maybe Haku would be able to answer or give light to such a question, although it seemed as if he was pretty sparse and short on answers anyway, she would at least give it a shot (maybe to also feel some sort of reassurance and guidance from an adult). ”Haku… why are bad things happening now?” Catalyst assumed that the adult knew of the incident of Ril’o at the borders (for it was in fact very big news to the pack), and for all the other incidents that happened (with Conor at Whisper Beach), Catalyst would be glad to explain all of the such, since there had really been no one she could openly speak to about these things since they happened; not even Cercelee, not even her own siblings. She felt as if they wouldn’t understand where she was coming from at all, perhaps Haku would.
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Catalyst’s mother had not been a stable number of Bleeding Souls’ population, as far as he knew. Or, perhaps she just had kept a low profile for most of her life. He did not know. Keeping up with the family gossip had never been an interest of his, nor would it ever be. He was slowly increasing the distance between himself and everything else. He was building a magnificent bridge, and once he had crossed it stood alone on the other side, he would stand and watch it burn. One day he would crumble before the taint that he always carried with him. He wondered if this little girl would be here to see it happen. He wondered if he one day would snap her neck and leave her limb body in the pool of the blood of all those he was to drag down to hell. He slowly closed his eyes, resuming his utterly relaxed pose that he had held before the child had interrupted him in his solitude.
It was odd that she did not know of Ceres Sadira. To think that she had heard the name before.. was odd. Perhaps it could be an idea to tell her a bit about the ivory great-grandmother of hers. Haku was not good with kids at all, did not know how to communicate with them. He seemed unable to understand the small wolves. Then suddenly a strange question popped out from the child, and the man opened his eyes again, though deciding it would be best to keep the intense gaze away from her fragile form. ”Bad things happen all the time.” he replied after a small moment of silence. ”You just don’t always see it,-.” he let his voice slowly die, wondering if she would be able to understand. Would she have cried out in fear if she knew what the adult had done to other canines?
”Did you see Ril’o die?” the male asked, seeking to draw out an understanding of how her mind coped with what she had experienced.
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Haku told her that bad things happened all the time in this world; with every second that life thrived, something that was considered bad, negative, or unmoral was happening. And it was true, Cercelee had done a clandestine job so far masking the turmoil of the real world from the innocent eyes of the de Sadira litter that was abandoned by Anyanka. Cercelee was purely an individual of light, good, and cleanliness. Catalyst could say the same for Slay in a sense, but he was more of the good and neutral soul grade. It wasn't that Catalyst had been completely ignorant to the bad that happened in life in the first place, for she had certainly seen Anyanka try to gouge out her sister, Catharsis's, "evil eye" from her, but with all the events that recently took place for the ivory girl, it was all simply too much negativity at one time to endure. To acknowledge Haku on what he said, her head and muzzle dipped in a feeble nod. "I seen too much of bad things lately... an' I don' want to see half of it ever again." Death was unescapable, bloodletting was a natural occurrence to everything, and no good had to exist without evil. Catalyst was coming to hard terms with that.
When Haku then strayed upon the topic of Ril'o's death, Catalyst couldn't help but feel a twirling chill spiral down her spine at the reverie. The scariest part about it was that it was so vividly burned into mind and memory forever that it was even more vibrant than her dreams or nightmares. Like it happened yesterday, repeatedly. Swallowing, Haku seemed ask a straightforward question, and so, Catalyst would have to give a straightforward answer. Seemed like everyone knew she was the pup that witnessed something that she shouldn't in the first place, mainly thanks to her own mistake of traveling too far to the borders. "Y-Yes. I did. Was... horrible. Was talking to him one moment, an' then the next..." Catalyst shook her head to him, not wanting to explain the gruesome details of how his throat was easily crushed on its own without any effort from that demon thing. "Don' want to see anything like that ever again. I don' want to see that demon that killed him. Have you seen the eyeless demon before?" Catalyst had really not spoken to anyone about about this demon, and wondered if Haku had been informed about such.
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She had seen nothing of what the world had to offer. Haku had experienced cruelty in his childhood. He had been younger than Catalyst when an Inferni coyote had trespassed right into Clouded Tears and chosen him as a delicious pray. His tail had actually been ripped off, and his ivory mother had turned red and had proved to the child that parents were not as invincible as they were believed to be. Perhaps that was where it all had started for him. He did not see himself as ruined, but he knew that he had a mentality not fit for this world. In their eyes he was ruined, and they did not know anything yet of what he could do. They saw him as an unstable and dangerous creature. Something to be feared. The Lilium had often scowled at just that, but those with such beliefs were more right than he was aware of. He was an impulsive creature, and it was exactly this that caused most damage.
The girl had gotten enough of it already by this brief taste. It was understandable. Few got the appetite for it, very few. The man dipped his muzzle slowly up and down, seemingly agreeing with the doll face. It seemed to have happened quite quickly according to the Sadira puppy’s brief description, but that was how it always was. The blue eyed secui had battled the monster himself. The difference between Ril’o and Haku was that Haku still lived. Actually, the two monsters had walked away from eachother without any major injuries. Haku had found the other creature beautiful. A demon would be a good way to describe Cwmfen’s father. ”I have.” the man replied, letting his eyes slowly brush across the scenery behind the girl. ”I’ve battled him in the past.” Perhaps he could spread some tainting seeds on the way, just for some temporary entertainment.
”He is Cwmfen nic Graine’s father. Did you know that?” he gently asked, tilting his head and turning the blue gaze to Catalyst. He was unsure if the puppy knew the Adonis by name, but he could always explain further if necessary.
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Unfortunately it was true indeed that parents weren't as always invisible as thought of. Catalyst looked up to Miss Cercelee almost like a quasi-goddess, or someone who wielded such power and knowledge that she could fix anything and everything that came her way. Cercelee was looked at as all knowing to the Sadira pup, but unfortunately her guardian's assistance was not found that day when Ril'o was viciously murdered at the borders. Cwmfen was there, and comforted Catalyst to say that everything was going to be alright, but then again Catalyst knew she had disappointed the woad warrior. Which was yet another thing that was worrying her little mind, that she had made a fool and an embarrassment to her name and promise to Cwmfen for venturing to the borders when she wasn't supposed to. It was definitely indeed a lesson learned on Catalyst's behalf, and perhaps a little taste of the dark side that life had to offer.
Her dual eyes slightly widened, however, when Haku stated that he battled such a demon before. So she wasn't the only one to see such a sight! This made her interest pique even more with Haku, quite astounded to see that he too once encountered the likes of that eyeless demon. So, what did this battle consist of? Did he win? Did Haku get a bite out of him. "What... happened? Did you get him?" What she meant by "get him" was if Haku badly injured him at some point or another, since Catalyst's impression of the demon made it seem like he was untouchable, too powerful for any commoner to take on.
Another shocking revelation to know was that the demon was Cwmfen's father? At the scene of death, Cwmfen mentioned something of the demon coming to arrive to Dahlia to warn her directly of something, but it was never revealed that it was actually her father. This simply left the child speechless for a moment. Cwmfen was a strong and intelligent warrior, and Catalyst happened to feel secure and safe around her like she did with Cercelee. Yet, if this demon was her father, they were then directly related, and to know that, it suddenly made Catalyst apprehensive of Cwmfen. She was a gentle and understanding woman, Catalyst didn't want to avoid her, but the fact that that thing was her father, it sent an array of chills down her spine. "N-No." She stated simply, a frighteningly worried look coming across her gaze. "Cwmfen... she is nice." She then spoke to Haku, a lost look now morphing upon her china doll visage. She shook her head to him. This all didn't make sense.
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Despite the girl’s general insignificance, the male found pleasure in her awe. Despite his antisocial attitude and indifference, Haku Soul quite liked being in the focus. If he had been years younger and youth, he would have gone ahead and bragged about it. The battle would have been magnificent, and he would have been a shining star out on that battlefield. Things had changed, and like most youths, Haku’s personality had cooled down to something a little bit more stable, one of excluded those explosions of mindless violence that sometimes grabbed hold of him and pulled him under. He was not a man of many words, and he was shorter with children, especially when they went into their continuous-questioning modus. Both of his children had served him some of those, and Haku had made sure it had never happened again. He tolerated very little, and did allow the children any slack either. Conor had been the most curious and perhaps also the most intellectual of them until now. That was why it had gone so wrong. Emwe had been more mechanic and lightweight in his head. He was glad they did no longer live in his cabin.
The secui tilted his head a bit to the right, allowing his light gaze to linger on the child as he answered her. ” We fought and it was a draw.” What it could have been was not worth pondering over. Haku did not linger on unchangeable things that belonged in the past. It was not worth the effort. ”He was a good fighter, perhaps better than me.” Compliments were well deserved, although he had decided to openly loathe the pied psychopath. He had believed they had an understanding, but the black eyed monster had been in Dahlia several times and attempted to create his inferno. This pack belonged to only one monster, and that was Haku Soul. Still, it was not possible to deny the experience and skill that the other man had possessed. Haku would give him that much, but not more. As for the child, why could not the secui draw some advantage out of this situation?
The chocolate Lilium rather liked the reaction that the new information triggered in the puppy. His gaze quickly fled from her, and a brief expression that was closely related with regret touched his face as his face turned away. If he had not been what he was, he would not have revealed such a detail to a child. An adult would have little problems adjusting to that fact. After all, Cwmfen and the dark man were two different individuals with different soul grades. Children, however, were more likely to keep things as a connection. Cwmfen was ‘nice’ alright, but if she had a father like that, could she be hiding some of that same darkness within? ”Yes, she is. I hope she does not take after her father.” he cruelly soothed, adding honesty to those masculine tones, as if it actually could be a possibility that Cwmfen and her father shared more than merely their blood tie.
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