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fill my heart with fire - Angier - Dec 14, 2013 Random Event (Winter Solstice): The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong... The trees and forests of Relic Lore provide decent protection from the winds but still allow the snows to filter through and chill it to its roots. When the sun sets and the frost makes the trees creak, what unimaginable dangers have come under the cloak of night? [dohtml] December 14th; Early morning; Light snow; -11° F/-24° C When it had been realized that with near-continual snowfall that the mountain would be impassable, Angier Lyall was not sure what the think. Was @Elettra going to remain within the stronghold of skeleton-like trees? Had Calla gone off without her? The Lyall couldn't be sure, but regardless of whether or not the Willow matriarch departed, he kept his promise and had, for the past few days, patrolled as best as he could through the territory. With his large, lumbering form he made attempts to plow through the chest-deep snow and establish one of many "highways" for the rest of the pack to use. For most of the night, his restless limbs brought him to carry on further and by morning, it struck Angier that the sun did not rise at his back to warm him... In mid-step he had to take a moment and catch his breath. His wide, pale eyes scanned the sky through the whip-like branches and vines that hung from the bare branches of the willows around him. Surely he had been tending to this task for several hours now... right? He moved whitherward an angle that deviated from his original path. Instead of making his way around an old log, which could only be discerned by the long narrow bump that was barely level with the virgin snow, he made his way over to where the snow had accumulated over a deep depression in the mud. Out in the open, he craned his head upward, narrowing his eyes. Where were the stars? He spun around, the hair about his nape rising in growing apprehension. Where was the moon? Had it even set? An imagined chill that raked down his spine and along his skin made him tremble for two long seconds. A puff of moisture lifted from his open mouth. His gaze went downward and, while he couldn't bring himself to sit, began to scan through his memories for anything that his earth-and-season-oriented grandmother had once taught him several summers ago. For what seemed like several minutes, the tawny brute stood, seemingly frozen in time, likened to the magician who still stood on the darkened stage in silence when his audience had already gone home. RE: fill my heart with fire - Elettra - Dec 17, 2013 [dohtml]
RE: fill my heart with fire - Angier - Dec 19, 2013 [dohtml] "The night is dark and full of terrors... Angier gave a start; just like any other night she had come to him, materialized from the shadows as if she had been a shadow herself. He stared at her, wide-eyed and trembling, clearly spooked. She moved to his side and he released another puff of air in attempt to ease his frantically beating heart. "Angier - the sound of his name caught his attention and he stood for a time just staring at her face as she looked up in the stark black sky, "Winter has only just begun and we are down four already." He winced, uncertain as to what he should say for some time until it came to him... She was possibly looking for consolation, support... and while she could have easily wrangled such things from Skana and Guiness, here she was. Now, if only his assumptions could only be confirmed, then he could have been a bit more confident in his words. What came tumbling from his jowls were airy pronunciations of things that he figured ought to be said. "Don't worry yourself so. They'll be back." The Lyall licked his lips, still peering at her in the darkness, scrambling for words what he should be doing. "The last I checked, my Lady," he made certain to affably address her and put some emphasis on her title, something that he had seemingly always done. "We 'ad quite a number of scents on our borders." He tried to count them in his head: Guiness, the Consul, the Hunter, and the two Runners... Five. Eight if he included the three young Archers who now crossed territory markers on a near-daily basis. "We will be fine," he attempted again to hearten her. "E'en if the stars don't shine, surely we could do without 'em for a night." He had failed to recall anything about how the winter solstice or other hocus pocus kept the stars at bay during the start of the cold season, but nevertheless, he had regained himself in Elettra's companionship. "Whatever terrors might appear should 'ave no impact on us." If Angier was going to try and be true to himself, he had to admit that he really had faith in what he had just said. Between him and Guiness, two large males, rogues wouldn't have a mind to mess with them. With Skoll continually attempting to mess and intentionally frighten his superiors and the Runners keeping tabs on the inside and outside lines of their territory, the wolves of Willow Ridge did have its defenses. With Skana's advice and Semananti's knack for wrestling up a meal, they, as a pack, were also both vigilant and fed. He swallowed quietly, lowering his rump into the snow, continuing to test the waters in regards to learning just how Elettra Archer worked, "You seem worried..." RE: fill my heart with fire - Elettra - Dec 20, 2013 [dohtml]
RE: fill my heart with fire - Angier - Dec 20, 2013 [dohtml] She settled down at his side, making every fiber of his being tense momentarily with newfound thrill. These days he had been moving around so much that it had felt like eons since he had felt her beside him. An appreciative smile crept onto his pale face but as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished at the sound of her sigh. She was worried. His brow furrowed and he kept his eyes off of her to keep from seeming too concerned. Instead he allowed his gaze to flit back up to the moonless sky. He could hear the hint of doubt in her voice, that he might not have succeeded in attempting to comfort her. Though she had no qualms about whether or not the wolves of Willow Ridge would survive, Elettra mentioned that Tempest had made use of their valuable cache of herbs and left without a word. He let out a snort, unimpressed to say the very least. When the matriarch continued to inform him that with the herds gone - something that he had feared deep down to his very core - they ought to make everything and anything a food source. "Of course," he agreed with her, seconding that the survival tactic of foraging, scavenging, and hunting outside their normal means of sustenance would be a sure-fire way to outlast the winter. "I'll try to see if I can find somethin' new fer th' cubs t' try." He leveled his muzzle then, staring now through the willow trees straight ahead of him across the small clearing. "A diet of frozen birds an' leftover bones ne'er really hurt anyone," he lent. "Jus' takes a while to get used to 's all." The winter he had come into the realm of Relic Lore had been an ordinary one, but his determination to find his older brother - and eventually show him up - had fashioned him into the perfect scrounger. Dead things might have continually left his stomach in such a pinched, hunger pang-plagued state but it had given him energy to forge onward to the Mountain of Dire... where he had met Alexander Dieudonné for the first and last time. For the briefest moment, he allowed the winter-chilled air to come between them but its stillness had been terribly unwelcoming. Gone were the days of the warmth of spring when he had Borden's company to keep and the dying Summer evenings in which he had begged Elettra for an audience. In the still of night the quietness brought with it the unsettling feeling of impending danger and dread. He opened his mouth, hoping to keep the frigid atmosphere at bay with a tangent of conversation... something he had been wondering now for some time but had never had the chance to feel like he had the right to voice it. His voice sounded out from his throat just above a whisper, daintily laced in both curiosity and wonderment, "Who was he? The man who sired your children?" A shaky, ragged breath of air released from his windpipe, his ears lowering ever so slightly, assumption getting the best of him as he crossed out the possibility of Guiness being Asriel, Skoll and Morganna's father (if the Guardian had been, wouldn't he have defended his rank instead of allowing Angier to claim his place as Willow Ridge's Leader?). "Where did he go?" He rolled the tip of his tongue and pressed it hard against the roof of his mouth to keep his next question from fluttering off his lips. Why couldn't you have waited for me? RE: fill my heart with fire - Elettra - Dec 20, 2013 [dohtml]
Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Dec 20, 2013 [dohtml] Look Out!A bear has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health [/dohtml]RE: fill my heart with fire - Angier - Dec 22, 2013 [dohtml] The name that came off her tongue was a strange one; in all actuality, he had expected either some sort of fancy name (The Misplaced Rogue-Heir of Torbine a.k.a. "the Hound," or something to that effect) or a name so familiar that it struck in him the sort of jealousy that had at one point only been present in the face of Borden's triumphs. It consisted of one syllable and sounded as though it just clicked and whispered from her jaws. Kiche. Angier was certain after a few seconds that he had never met a man with such an alias. Elettra continued to tell him that he had been affiliated with Grizzly Hollow - so, then, he must have known Borden and/or Jaysyek - and eventually found his way over to Willow Ridge... just like he had. Angier's ears flattened briefly in thought, gazing to her as she revealed that she had wanted children and the means to continue her bloodline. She had been alone, a singular Leader at the head of a powerful pack, and what had the Lyall done in that span of time? No doubt blundering and prancing about her borders, wanting her word of allegiance to him but not wanting to be apart of her court until he was confident in his ability to stamp out his lust for traveling. "I don't know where he is," she then stated. It made the brute's head tilt slightly to one side; the sadness that was becoming apparent on his face made his lips droop. It had started with Alexander, presumed missing or dead from the battle on the Dire Mountain's steep rock face, then Indru had gone missing... Stories of Borden's first quest surfaced by the time he had reached his two-week mark with staying and caring for Jaysyek and his nieces and nephews. Now, this Kiche had seemingly continued a tradition in the making. It made Angier's chest tighten and his eyes gloss over as though the winter chill was now too much for him to withstand out in the open. He looked away to hide the growing grimace that was tugging at his face. By this point, he had been so sure that he had wanted a family of his own, that he had wanted to be with Elettra, to be her everything. Now, he wasn't positive about anything aside from the fact that he still desired to be Elettra's significant other. Prompted to recall whether or not he remembered the man, Angier shook his head to confirm that he had no recollection of him. The door to claiming leadership had been open to Kiche but had seemingly declined. Elettra had dismissed him and she had not seen him since. All this newfound information instilled within the second-born Lyall an impending fear, a feeling that he thought he had vanquished when Guiness had allowed him to claim superiority over him. Inwardly, he cursed at himself inside his skull, the words echoing in his ears. Idiot! Dimwit! Moron! You'll be damned if you dare think of making her yours. You'll be... Just. Like. Them. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked. In a hasty attempt to change the topic once more, he cleared his throat, training his eyes to remain focused on the willows head of him. "Are you okay?" he asked, misty vapor rising from his throat again as he fought to keep the sick feeling in his stomach from inching up into his chest. Are you okay after everything that you've been through? ...Have I been able to give you what you have asked of me thus far? "Could I get you something for later this evening?" RE: fill my heart with fire - Elettra - Dec 23, 2013 "The Hound" Omfg. I love him. [dohtml]
RE: fill my heart with fire - Angier - Dec 30, 2013 [dohtml] Much to Angier's relief, she said that she was fine, okay, all right... even if she did not mention a request or favor. In looking away he had missed her hint of a smile, what could have been the traces of an oeillade in the way she gazed at him through the darkness. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again; had the moon been out, the worry presented by the wetness of his eyes would have easily given him away. He inhaled sharply, sniffling before swallowing and clearing his throat again. "Do they know?" he asked, the tone of his voice seeming fragile in the early morning air as he returned back to the subject of Kiche and the legacy he had left behind. He paused, hoping Elettra would catch on that by "they," he had meant the young Archer heirs and heiresses. "They didn't get to know him at all, did they?" He thought back to how Trisden and Hocus had practically grown up without Borden, how Jaysyek - like Elettra before - had to endure motherhood on her own. His brow furrowed further... What had happened? He didn't feel anything whereas several weeks prior to this encounter with his leading lady all he had ever thought of was securing a future with her. Behind him the tail at his back swept across the snow and pressed up against his hind leg. With his criticizing and anguish thrown aside he found a moment to recollect himself and give her time to think or answer him. His heart felt like it was fumbling about in his chest instead of simply beating as it ought to. He angled and turned his head to face her, straining his eyesight to make her out against the darkness of the forest. Twice, his lips parted but no further words came out, all his professions of admiration and devotion to her lost in the whirlwind of being insecure in the wake of learning about Kiche's departure. He was at war with himself, siding with his mind for once against his heart, but still ever so doubtful of what he ought to say or do. Either way, he ultimately decided, he would be doomed... Forced to remain within the confines of Willow Ridge or to be forever tortured by continually measuring himself up to the family man Borden had been before him. |