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Played by Grey who has 448 posts.
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Sköll Archer
For @Hecate? AW? (Forward dated as not to clash with Attica Grace Archer)
RE: Quickly melting snow has turned rivers into rapids.


May 30th; Couple hours 'til sunrise; Light rain; 51 ° F, 11 ° C

The rain had been a welcome presence as Skoll began his usual haunting through the woodland realm his mother called hers once more. Just being out in the downpour was not enough to sate his restlessness, however, and - as per usual - his feet spirited him away across the borders of Willow Ridge. For most of the night he had carried on in an aimless stroll. His gray eyes stared ahead of him at nothing in particular, glossed over for a time until he came to realize that he was a little farther from home than he would have liked. At this point, though, he had resigned to the idea that as long as the near-summer sun did not sap him of his energy outside of the shadows cast by the Drooping Willows he was safe.

A slow blink and he cast his eyes upwards, certain that this hour of dawn still catered yet to the stars behind the rain clouds. He was about to turn back from whence he had come whenn something very much unlike an owl or a mourning dove caught his ears. His mind abruptly switched into hunt mode, his pupils so wide that his colorless irises might as well have been the whites of his eyes. What was this? He set his nose to the ground, the scents of the world both saturated and disguised or wholly washed away by the rain that still fell from the heavens.

A few paces this way, heading straight... well away from the little streams that were currently replaced with roaring, ever-babbling rivers. Do it again, he cast an unspoken dare into the dark before him. Again.

A whimper seemed to answer him. There!

The Archer's tail came up and his ears came forward, led on by a sound that was unmistakable, easily recognized as new life. The flood gates in his head crumbled and that sense of hope that his heart had long wished he had forgotten was renewed. Hecate, he shivered, eyes darting to and fro for any sign of his lover. Worry was starting to bubble up in his chest, the first emotion that had taken root within him since her leave. Quick to follow suit, however, was something he was more familiar with: a sense of want... need. He felt as if it had been ages ago now since the two lovers had quarreled and he still felt as though he would never admit she was right about him loving her.

His gaze fell upon a makeshift den in the river bank, the few wolf-lengths from the water seeming much too close for any parents' liking; then again, perhaps, when the den had first been made, the river was but a little creek in the early Spring. Another cry came from the burrow and Skoll, with his paternal instincts flaring up beyond measure, quickly stuck his head into the dark tunnel. It was her... This was hers. Where his beloved kestrel was, though, he couldn't comprehend. What he could grasp was that there was younglings inside. His progeny.

An eager step into the den was all he could do. Not only was his limbs much too shaky for him to move, but his broad shoulders and much larger build were much too large for him to progress any further down the tunnel. He crouched down on his elbows and settled his rump on the ground, letting out a chuff for the little one to come forward. Of the several odors and scents that made up the whole of the underground space, the unmistakable signature scent of Archer lingered. He held out his nose, hoping that he might feel a smaller one bump into it with his need for being needed quelled. If Hecate did not come back soon - with the rain and the river prone to becoming a threat if the weather did not let up - he held no qualms about taking the cubs and making a bee line for Willow Ridge.


"speech."
table by bryony
(This post was last modified: May 31, 2016, 04:06 AM by Skoll.)
i'm a dreamer, i'm a man
i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away
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Hecate Liar
It was the morning after her child's first breath. Attica Grace was feeding well and remaining relatively easy to handle. Her whines were easy to stop and her cries were easily ceased by nursing. Hecate slept for three hours, waking up only to check if Gracie was still there. She woke around 2:00 AM and could not fall back to sleep. She checked to see if Attica was awake, and with her luck, the baby slept soundly. Hecate slipped out of the den and into the night. Her eyes cast a glance to the increasing body of water. It didn't seem so terrible when she was first digging the den up, but it was getting larger as the days went on. Too frazzled to make any real notion to fix the issue, she continued her stroll.

She had been gone a mere ten minutes. She dug up an old cache and tidied herself up and bit before returning home. As the little clearing broke into her sight, something was wrong. Her chest heaved and her stomach dropped. A fierce maternal fire lit inside her, as a dark shape formed and lingered above the den. Unsure if she should growl and announce herself or just go straight for the kill, her confidence teetered until she finally said anything. "Git the fuck 'way from thar." She seethed, taking lengthy steps to her den with a full set of teeth bared.
the armed queen
Played by Grey who has 448 posts.
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Sköll Archer

The more Skoll strained to get further down into the narrow den, the more he swore he could feel that bit of breath against his nose and lips. The little one was close; now, if only they could squirm a little closer, he could see the cub for himself out in the open. "Just a little closer," he encouraged the whimpering pup with a low chuff. "C'mon, Daddy's got you." But it wasn't another whimper that answered him soon after. It was her voice, and it startled him enough to make him back out of the river bank lair, spin about, and face her in shock.

She advanced on the opening of the den as soon as he had cleared away from it and he shuddered at the sight of her clenched teeth. "He-ca-te," he said slowly in pieces, each syllable seeming as though they were their own word. "Darling..." The shadow of his heart could have crumbled into pieces, the actual beating organ all but a pulp in his chest. Gods, he had missed her... However, he couldn't be sure anymore if it was desperation or longing or perhaps both that dared to pull him closer to her.

He stopped just short of where he believe to be out of her reach, certain from experience that even if he was well out of her way, her speed and stamina would easily make him sorry he happened to wander out this far from home. If she was going to attack, then he was going to make this quick (no blabbering about where she had been or what she had been doing leaving the den unattended, or asking how many cubs were there), and all he could hope for was that she didn't say 'no.' "Please... Please come home."


"speech."
table by bryony
i'm a dreamer, i'm a man
i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away