Kingsfall we go hour by hour

@Kyrios -- Hunting time!  Set in early evening as dusk begins to settle.

The puppies seemed to grow larger every day – not just his own daughter, but her milk siblings, as well.  Despite his intentions otherwise, he had grown quite fond of these children.  They were not his, they were not Karina’s; but their own mother had been given back to the Mother in exchange for their two lives, and that was not something a dragon could easily overlook.  Even if their father was Lachesis.  Even if he was forced to remain submissive to a man he did not trust.  All of this, and he’d grown fond of Atropos and Kyrios all the same. Humming, the dragon stretched himself out before approaching the center of Hearthwood River – he’d asked the boy the day before to join him here once evening began to creep in, and fully expected to see Naia’s veritable clone appear.  Given, a child’s sense of time was rarely a good one, but he exercised his patience and waited for whenever the young boy would appear. Once he did, the advisor bobbed his head.  “Kyrios,” he rumbled softly, idly wondering where his pair of sisters had happened off to.  No doubt Bennet was having her own adventure, and it seemed rare that Atropos wanted to be left out of all the excitement.  “How y’feel ‘bout goin’ on a lil’ hunt this evenin’?”

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(This post was last modified: Aug 07, 2016, 04:29 PM by Kjors.)

Why did this post take me a week to write? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Face the odds against us and run into the fear we run from"

Dragons! Kyrios Aegina had been fortunate enough to be born amongst them, in the very nest of a budding wyrmling in fact. What a joy for an adventurer, taking his first breaths in the midst of one, and perhaps there was just a touch of serpent blood in the captain himself. He certainly didn't hesitate when the one eyed drake requested he meet him this evening, making his way to the clearing long before sunset and settling in a lump of reeds near the edge, closest to the river. As evening settled, the wind started to pick up, carrying cool air in from the water's edge, quickly dispelling the heat of the day. Kyrios pulled up his shoulders a bit, lightly shaking out his fur against the clamminess, his pelt was still thin, too thin for lying still on the moist bank.

Luckily it didn't take too long before Kjors appeared, ever punctual, and the pale pup quickly got to his feet, tail wagging behind him. The one eyed wolf, despite his grim appearance, was one of the adults the young Aegina liked best. He spend a lot of time around the pups, and just like their Moma, he was a grand story teller; In fact, the boy had to admit, he preferred the dragon's tales, as they were mostly darker and more action packed. Tonight though was about more than stories, the child had realized when he alone was invited to come, and he was close to bursting with curious excitement as he slipped free of the reeds to greet the bistre man. With his shoulders slightly crouched and rear high in the air, Kyrios crept towards the adult, reaching up to lick his chin reverently, tail continuing to wag.

"'unt?" He questioned eagerly at the dragon's words, murky eyes widening up at him. So far, the closest the pups had gotten to hunting was when an adult brought them whole, dead animals, like mice and squirrels, which wasn't really that much fun. Moma always turned up her nose, and often left them while they played with and ate the prey, but everyone else was quick to praise them. Ky was itching to try his teeth at something living though, a real challenge! Now he grinned, nodding his head; "Aye! Show me!"

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"Speech"

@Kyrios -- our amazing, speedy record continues.  :'3

   

Good lad.”

There might have been one small, teeny, tiny part of Kjors Sorenson’s small black heart that had wished for a son prior to Bennet’s birth – but that was not what the Mother had deemed fit in the moment, and it wasn’t his to question the birth of his baby dragon, not when he’d been gifted a child at all.  Still, there was something supremely satisfying about being able to spend time with the other pups.  They were not his, not by blood, but--  But they were important to his daughter, and to Karina, and thusly, they were important to the dragon himself.

He reached forward, booping Kyrios gently behind one ear before brushing his tongue against the pale boy’s head twice. 

“Come with me.”  He said little else, turning on his paws as he set away from the main area of the territory.  Most critters were wise enough to stay far from where the wolves roosted; so instead, he took the pup to a quieter part of the forest, where trees reigned and the forest floor was littered with leaves and small plants.  There, he lay on his belly, and motioned the boy close.  Once Kyrios was near, he whispered.  “First,” he instructed, “we listen.  Rustlin’.  Chirpin’, chatterin’.  Gotta be real quite so they don’ know we’re here, savvy?”

Praise was always a treat, and while the adults generally commended the pups often, Ky was especially happy with the dragon's words of approval. He closed his eyes against the caress, wagging his tail eagerly in appreciation, and followed silently as he was ordered. Every nerve in his body buzzed with excitement, but he contained them, focusing on the dark tail in front of him. They walked away from the pack center and the roaring river, a small stab going through the boys heart as the sound died out behind him. But he had other things to pay attention to anyway, and the river would still be there when he returned. So he watched Kjors closely, mimicking him as he slid onto his stomach, scooting through the underbrush. Kyrios crept close to the adult's head – his left side, where he could see him – waiting with perked ears for further instructions. Every word that fell from the dark lips were soaked up by his pale audience, mid-change eyes widening slightly. Ky opened his mouth to answer, but stopped himself before any sound left it, clicking his jaws back shut and nodding instead. His gaze turned to the forest around them, ears stretched to their utmost as he tried to hear everything, anything. At first, all he heard was his own pulse, thumping loud in his ears, and the heavy breathing of himself and the bistre wolf beside him. So he tried to calm himself down, taking long, slow breaths and closing his eyes, focusing on the noise further away. The woods seemed almost eerily quiet without the background noise of the rushing water, but the longer Kyrios listened, the more small sounds came him. Distant rustles, the creak of a branch shifting, and then a rhythmic, knocking sound. The boy looked up, wrinkling his brows at the towering trees. After a short search, he noticed a black and white bird, pecking rapidly at the trunk of a tree, its beak sending out the hollow sound every time it hit. He sighed lightly, whatever kind of bird it was, there was no catching it up there, and even if they could, it had little to no meat on it. Turning back to Kjors, the pup frowned. He didn't like to have to give up, but he wasn't sure what he was listening for. None of what his teacher had mentioned seem to be nearby. Word count: ”Speech” Thoughts

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@Kyrios -- Damnit...I fell off the boat.  But I WILL get this done before the year ends.  I must be a good Ace.  I must!

   

Kyrios was a smart boy.  For all that the wolf had never gotten along with the boy’s mother, he’d grown quite fond of the scout’s son despite one corner of his mind insisting he keep his distance.  It all came down to Bennet, in the end – her milk siblings were good to her, and that was the only thing that mattered.  As long as it continued, then the dragon would also continue in his care for the other two children.  It was not their intention to be motherless, after all, and he could hardly blame Karina for offering herself when he’d known the woman to be nothing but giving in the first place.

Kjors kept his single eye on the young wolf as his ears twitched, eventually glancing up to trace the sound of the woodpecker.  When he opened his mouth, not a peep came out, and the dragon bumped into him gently, pleased with his self-control.  They could not catch the bird, no, but there were other critters afoot.

Ears pivoted forward before he leaned in, muzzle practically pressed to the pale child’s ear to whisper softly.  “Rustlin’, a few lengths t’yer left,” he murmured quietly.  “S’a mouse, under th’ leaves.  Think y’can try t’sneak up on it?” He bobbed his head in the general direction, where every few seconds, a leaf would move.  “See ‘em?”