Drooping Willows I'm Here Again

Felt like this needed to be started. Deacon is home! @Morganna @Angier @Rowan @Xetor @Elettra @Sorya @Castiel @Greer @Jaromir. Morganna should maybe post first but if Mother/Father or members are at the border they would come firstly too<3

The boy was eager to return back to his beloved Willow Ridge. All those wolves he had met in those scary woods were scary like the woods they lived in. Especially that Naira woman he met briefly before being cast away with @Myrrhis. He was happy when his sister found him but upset that Mrrrh had lied to him about taking him home. The whole time on his way home he was left with a glare in his eyes and a silent attitude. Especially a sour taste in his mouth from the lies. The usual talkative prince of the Willows had gone silent in his own thoughts of returning home to his family once again.

When his paws reached those familiar smelling borders he couldn't help but let out a high pitched howl for his family to come and get him. When the call was done the boy sat to the ground next to his escort tired. He was hungry, tired, and worn. His tail wagged overly making his rear do a small wiggle too. The Lyall Archer was silently excited to see his mother and father again. But he wondered how they would react. Would they be furious with him and send him straight to the den? Or would they embrace him and keep him close to them at all times now? The boy could only be left to wonder what might happen in this meeting. Good or bad he was at least excited to be in the willows again.

the princes of willow ridge

Deacon & Greer & Castiel

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El was excite to be here. <3 Pretending Morganna is already in the area, as you had...

The moment her eyes landed on her baby boy, her heart skipped a beat. A gasp took over her as a very heavy weight was lifted from her shoulders. She had been to scared, sorrowful and furious with the hand she had been dealt that the mother was obviously a nervous wreck, skinnier then she had otherwise been before and obviously unkept. She was tired, this much showed in her eyes, even as a deep smile came over her as she rushed towards her child.

Once more she had been scouting the borders. Once more she had stayed up far too late and had awoken much too early for a good rest. Now, they would be together again. Now, the pack could finally move forward. Too much time had been used up in search for Deacon. Angier had only just returned home and Lunas and Skoll had yet to return to them. Rowan and Xetor were on constant watch of the other children. Elettra had given @Jaromir far too many beat downs then even a Lowest deserved. Sorya was busy stalking Taima and Adelaide and Asriel seemed no where to be found! Alas it had been a certain amount of chaos, this was for sure, all to now fall away as she watched Morganna and Deacon pausing for rest at the borders of their home.

"You brilliant daughter of mine." She speaks aloud her praise to Morganna, who was not only her first daughter, but her only daughter. It seemed that whilst Asriel and Skoll might secretly fight for the throne, while Deacon was in question of his rise, being the first born of both Leaders, it was Morganna that mimicked her mother so. The pack had forever seemed more Matriarch, given the fact that Elettra had founded and had always Led this pack, so in truth, maybe it was the little girl everyone should be watching out for...

Eyes dancing on Morganna for a moment, it was Deacon who gathered the majority of the mother's attention. "How could you do this to us?!" She speaks with a raspy breath as she falls to her young son's level. Of course he was young and might not understand as much everything he had done wrong, but if anything her voice alone would allow him to know how upset she was with him. "You could have been killed." Her words snap the hard truth as she verbally lashes him, but yet still embraces him with much needed coddling and puppy kisses.

The girl had been on quite the adventure. Her encounter with @Quick had left and impression and the cowardice of the pup napper still rubbed her the wrong way. The trip home had been a quiet one for the most part and far slower than the yearling would have liked, but accommodate for her half siblings smaller limbs she did. Refusing to carry him as others had done she could only hope the distances covered left an ache in his limbs that would see him den-bound for the next week at least. That would give them time to deal with other matters.

It was no surprise her mother was the first to arrive and in all honesty it had only been concern for her sanity that Morganna had taken on the task of seeking out the small pup. Basking in her mothers praise she quickly closed the distance between them, every inch the eager to please pup, her shoulders slightly hunched as her rear lowered closer to the ground so she could tip her muzzle back and nibble at her mothers jaw. She breathed the familiar scent in deeply before moving away to stand at her regular height, ears swiveling and eyes scanning their surrounds, on high alert for any other pack members who may have come to Deacon’s call.

Facing away from her mother and half sibling she didn’t even have to try and disguise the grin that crossed her face as Elettra rounded on her son with a displeased tone. Even if the long walk home hadn’t left enough of an impression, she had no doubt the boy would not be wandering too far in the near future.

Hot on Elettra's tail, Angier also came running to the sound of Deacon's howl. As fast as his paws could carry him, tracing his mate's trail step for step, he raced through the willows; and, as soon as he had caught sight of a familiar pair of black-pelted wolves - his step-daughter Morganna with Deacon alongside her - he felt the relief swallow him whole. He came forward to stand beside Elettra and to smile at the yearling in silent praise and thanks. A brief nod from him, ought to have been enough for the both of them, after knowing full well that Morganna did not particularly enjoy his company. Even at a reunion such as this one.

The Queen of Willow Ridge shifted her focus then to the boy before her and Angier glanced over to take in what was unfolding at his side. Of course Elettra was upset, frustrated, angry, and relieved all at once to have their son back at home. Candidly, he was just as riled. He tried to force the thought of his brother away, to think of how had felt to be reunited with his daughter Trisden when she had returned home. This, here, with Elettra, Deacon, and Morganna was unique. This, in his long years, had never happened before and this circumstance was his and his alone...

He held back and kept quiet as Elettra continued to dole her make of 'tough love' upon Deacon, no doubt also checking him for injury or sickness while she doled out the words that ought to have kept him bound to the lands he called home. The least he had wanted to do was to see his son before him with his very own eyes, to make certain, himself, that his first-born had not suffered the fate of his cousins before him.

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Deacon watched as his mother, and father, ran right up to him. Covering him in love yet also giving out harsh tones to him. Not speaking for a moment he merely curled up tiny underneath the shelter of his mother and father, king and queen. He just kept himself hushed until the words would be done.

Looking to Morganna the best he could he was also looking for a bit of help in this situation. Perhaps she would be able to help describe it better. Yet when he did manage to sneak a glance his half sister was facing away from the three. "Woods, mean lady," Deacon paused for a moment racking his small brain for anything else he could say that might help. "Mrrrh." He hoped that listing these things would at least get a better idea across to his family. Or at least give them some type of visual. A story of sorts possibly brewing in their heads.

Looking around the returned Willow Ridge prince wondered where Skull was. Maybe Skull would be able to slightly help in this situation. Though for the moment, Skull or no Skull, it seemed it was left up to Deacon. The Archer Lyall buried his face into his mother's leg. "Mum and Dad." He whispered barely as if hoping he would receive both of their touches. Right now he was only sure of Elettra's motherly touch being given. He was a bit of a selfish boy at the minute though so he also let out a small whine inviting his father to come near.

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Deacon & Greer & Castiel

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Her daughter's affections and work she had done in returning Deacon to the pack was well appreciated, to be praised and never forgotten. She had dabbled in the arts of medicines and now it became clear she was well off at tracking the lost in order to be found once more. Learning to become a certain 'jack of all trades', Elettra was left to wonder what her daughter preferred and if she had anything in mind when she became of age. She was young, of course, and while some (like Asriel specifically for Guardian) liked to focus on mastering one thing, others liked to know a little about all, working wherever they were needed in order to keep from being bored by a single task. Once more, her eyes looked happily to her daughter who had turned away to watch for others arrival whilst her young brother and being scolded.

In seconds of being here, Angier was at her side, looking down with longing between the two children here - his own and the one he had adopted as his own. Be it as it may, Angier would never truly be their father and though they had never thought to ask them (although Elettra and Angier had spoken of doing it, it had yet been able to happen) about Kiche, Angier had been the one who had been with them literally since birth.

"Do not ever-" She growled to the boy, huddled at her and Angier's forelegs before a grumbled sigh washes over, turning to her mate briefly for his own hand in this. After all, as it had been said before, Elettra was not as well with words as himself, where otherwise brute force and dominance lie. Her son mentioned something about a 'mean lady in the woods' then, though this hardly did anything to help him. Relic Lore was mostly made of woodland and from the Ghastly Woods to the Wildwood, from Cedar Forest to the Thicket or any of the forests beyond the mountains, it was really hard to tell.... "Do not fret, my son. All will be punished who have kept you from me." She spoke, touching her nose to the eldest son of Archer-Lyall.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity

He had all but given up hope for Deacon to be found. Xetor thought that the youngster had been carried off by an eagle long ago. When the boy had first disappeared Tor had hypothesized a few idea's that would explain the loss of the pup. From rogues stealing the boy off to the wanderlust that gripped all children, Xetor logically picked through the details presented to him and came up with one answer.

Deacon was long gone...dead.

Though the young Archer male had found himself looking needlessly for the child out of familial obligation. He had to not give up searching even if he could see only darkness as the ending to the pups sad story.

While not looking after the pups at the main den, Xetor found himself looking for Deacon. Although, he would also collect herbs wherever he went searching for the young Archer heir. It kept him busy while he bored himself searching for something he likely wouldn't find. Instead he found the areas where each medicinal herb that lodged themselves into his memory would grow in this new land. Knowing where to find the plants would help greatly if the stores ever became low.

Tor was on his way back now from such a foray. His jaws held large elm tree leaf filled with clumps of arnica while the young Archer's legs flew him through the territory.

It was then that his keen nose caught their scents, despite being right next to the noxious herbs. Xetor swerved to meet the wolves gathering to see what was going on. He could smell the pack with his mouthful of cloy leaf and flowers, but the the single pup whom they were all greeting.

As he arrived on scene, Tor slowed to a stop viewing Elettra, Angier, Morganna, and one of the pups. Though as his grayish eyes looked over the younger boy the males heart skipped a beat.

"By the gods... Deacon!" Tor dropped his herbs and stepped halfway towards the child, complete disbelief and awe on his face. "Where was he found?" This question came after scenting the air in front of Deacon curiously while keeping himself lowered beneath Elettra's watchful gaze. His own gleeful orbs twitched between the faces gathered hoping someone would answer him.

"Mum and Dad." Deacon addressed them, following the sentiment with a soft whine to Angier. The Lyall's heartstrings became taut and almost immediately he inched closer, coming to stand by Elettra's side as he craned his head downward to dote a small gesture of affection upon the boy. Just a gentle nudge to the prince's temple with the tip of his nose and a small lick to the ear tip he could reach. As his mate came to soothe Deacon after bringing to light that there had been some "mean lady" in the "woods," Angier let out a brief growl. He had been so very, very lucky to have had his son recovered from the wilderness of Relic Lore. To even think that Deacon could have been hurt, while well away from his family's watch, had him reeling.

His gaze went to Elettra then, but before he could even ask what he next course of action would be, the small group was joined by Elettra's nephew. "By the Gods!" he had exclaimed, and the sudden outburst had Angier jump. The Leader's whiskered brows rose and his large ears fell back briefly but once he had regained his bearings he pointed with his nose and muzzle towards Morganna. " @Morganna found him," he lent, keeping his sentence short in case the yearling had the grace and gall to snap at him for answering for her. "You might want to ask her..." With a tilt of his head he gazed to his stepdaughter with a eager eyes and ears. He, too, was rather interested to hear about where his son had wandered off to.

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Morganna Archer

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Although she had no reason to dislike @Angier, since the previous spring she couldn’t help but feel displaced on both their parts by what he and her mother shared. She appreciated that he didn’t force his affections on her and kept one ear turned toward the conversation that was happening at her back and the other trained on the surrounding woods. She didn’t bring the boy this far just to have him snatched up again, although the risks of such a thing happening with with the rest of the pack so close by left those odds sitting somewhere between slim and none.

As her larger... what was he now? Uncle? appeared rather suddenly, but the young woman did not lower her stance at his approach. If anything it put her even more on edge. She could not deny that the timing of these dark distant relatives had not seemed rather opportune and she wasn’t yet convinced they hadn’t been the ones to try and dispose of the boy in order to make moves to claim her mothers -one day to be her-throne themselves. With a frustrated flick of her tail and a twitch of her lip she was about to try and imitate her brother Skoll and vanish into the Willow Trees that bordered her home. It had been a long and arduous journey and the girl was finding herself bordering on hangry, but no sooner had she lifted a paw to take her leave then Angier threw her in it.

Forcing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the tip of her pink tongue poking out between dark lips her eyes narrowed with momentary resentment before she looked her step-father in the eye, her words clipped short like what little fuse remained on her patience. “-E was by the falls. Stank of rotting things. She was too cowardly to show ‘erself, but I ran inta one of her pack mates prior who was headed this way wi’ a peace offerin’. Told me ‘e was north an’ the one wif-im had been kicked out... Dunno ‘ow much truth there was to it though...” She finished with a shrug. It had been a hard decision to not charge into the bushes after the boys captor but there was too much risk of the child getting underfoot.

Feeling she had conveyed all that was needed for now, she turned her attention back towards the heart of her home. “Now if nobody ‘as any objections...” she continued, expecting a rally of questions to follow her disclosure with little intention to answer them until she was fed and rested, “I’m starved.”

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