Umbra Copse we built this house on memories

SACHIEL IS SNEAKIN OFF @Kino
also he's actually in Ephemeral Apse but it hasn't been added to drop down yet :B

As the morning late slipped through the orange leaves above Sachiel snuck away from the forest, his tawny body streaking through the trees as he put as much distance between himself and the dens as possible. He did not adventure often—no, Sachiel was a good boy and stayed clear of trouble—but he also could not ignore the itching in his paws as he yearned for more.

The trees changed as he moved through the striped forest, his mismatched eyes studying the array of colours that surrounded him. They became duller, adopting shades of brown and grey, and left Sachiel feeling uncomfortable. He continued to press forward, undaunted by the new surroundings, and maintained a quick pace (even with his over-sized paws). He stumbled a few times, for his gaze was fixated on the sky above and not his path, but did not let it slow him down. Trees leaned over threateningly, taunting him as he shuffled through the dense forest, his ears flattened against his crown. Be brave, he told himself as he swallowed, hard, his little legs moving as fast as they could.

Still focused on the pieces of blue peeking through the branches overhead Sachiel tripped on a loose root and somersaulted through a patch of thorn bushes. He yelped in frustration and embarrassment, his little body sprawled across the strange, spongey earth. A groan escaped him as he pouted, his brows narrowing darkly as his mismatched blinked open. It was a strange sight before him—not one that he was expecting. Small strange-coloured flowers littered the mossy ground. The clearing was far more inviting than the rest of the forest and despite the thorns tangled in his tawny fur, the boy sighed with relief. He remained with his stomach pressed to the ground as he studied the new scenery, his mind digesting the colours he had never seen before.

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others

If I ever leave I could learn to miss you

The mother-to-be certainly seemed tired and the women seemed to notice as well. They were eager to pull her away and give her some comfort and Alastor was more than willing to let them go. His topaz gaze caught with Draven’s and he moved to steer him to the nearest cache. They had some talking to do.

Alastor had been out doing a sweep of the borders when he caught the scent of his nephew. The tyke was a curious little guy who they’d all found to have quite the memory. It was like everything amazed him, almost like he saw the world in a different way than any of them. He’d never really had experience with pups, even Spieden’s or Aponi’s, to he wasn’t sure if this was a pup thing or something more. Yet, this was more than that. Normally the scent stopped close to the borders or on some more daring occasions slightly past them, but this was further. A bit of panic flared in his chest and the man didn’t hesitate to cross them and venture after Sachiel. He cringed to think of what might happen if the boy’s mother or Draven found out about his little adventure. As a youth Alastor himself, then Kino, he had always tested boundaries. His paws had always itched and Minka or someone else of the pack had always had to carry his back. It was just something they felt, which was why the silver Alpha was far from angry or disappointed with the actions.

Eventually he caught sight of his nephew’s tawny pelt but he hung back, not wanting to interrupt his exploring. After a while he would be likely to steer the boy back to the Vale but for now he was content to watch him and see what he reactions were. That was until the little Leigh tumbled out of sight with a yelp. Eyes wide Alastor rushed forward, peering down with a pounding heart only to find the pup unscatched other than a few thorns sticking to his pelt here and there and some wounded pride. And what a place he had managed to stumble into. It was like a much more floral version of the Vale. The silver Leigh made his way down, avoiding the thorns as best he could. “Quite the place you’ve discovered here,” he said, moving to lay down next to the boy and take a look around himself.

With sentimental boy as my nom de plume

He felt like an intruder. This place had been hidden from sight, secluded from the rest of the copse, and Sachiel had tumbled in like a menace. A frown tugged at his lips but his mismatched gaze remained eye, hungry for the colours before him. The strange, little flowers were not quite the same hue as the blue sky above—they were softer in colour; more delicate. They reminded him of his mother’s voice: soft and calming. Warm. The frown started to dissipate as he slumped into the spongey ground, his shoulders sagging. Despite the thrones tangled in his tawny fur Sachiel decided that he liked this place… even if it was a bit difficult to find.

Suddenly panic filled his smol small body. What if he wasn’t able to find it again? No, that was preposterous. The thorn bushes, on the right side of the crooked tree with the roots protruding from the ground… The roots that had tripped the boy, propelling him into the spiky bushes.

He wouldn’t forget.

He never did.

The boy turned as the silver wolf spoke, announcing his presence before he plopped himself down to the little Leigh. He nodded, a wide grin stretched across his pale maw as his tail thumped, excitedly, on the soft ground below them. “Wha’ colour?” He asked in a hushed tone as he pointed to the array of flowers before them, his eyes wide with curiosity.

He needed to know.

 

(This post was last modified: Aug 15, 2017, 01:14 AM by Sachiel.)

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others