Drooping Willows Forget about James Bond

Dunno if you wanna post an answer to Titan or not @Rook or @Quil if she's coming along

There seemed to be enough hot heads in the pack for Titan's coolness to be overlooked. He was glad that Skoll had been knocked away from his friend Rook. Though the ensuing chaos from Cinder, Quil, and Renier forced a deeper frown onto the Thorben's maw. In the end of all the trouble the silver misted black wolf patiently waits any orders from Elettra. He watches Rook with a look mixed with pity and apology while the Lyall speaks his final words to the crowd. As the gray wolf turned to leave Titan itched to follow, but his paws stayed rooted to the spot. It wasn't until he heard his name called by lady Elettra that he turns to look at the seething she wolf just happy to finally be of service to her. This was the first time the dark woman had trusted him with a real job to do, apart from herb gathering during the earlier fall months.

He turned quickly to follow Rook out and make sure the Lyall got to the border without getting his fur ripped off by the other wolves. The dark wolf ignored Skoll's plea to kill his friend, letting his dark paws carry him further away from the group. Once they were far enough away to not be heard by the others, Titan let out a long sigh and relaxed somewhat. His tail slipped lower though his body was still alert enough to keep guard against other pack mates. Rook had Elettra's permission to leave, so if anyone tried to attack Rook now Titan would  use his own teeth to enforce Elettra's will upon them.

"That meet and greet was more than a bit hairy."  Titan said trying to lighten the mood a tad bit. His blue orbs glanced at Rook and whoever had dared to defy Elettra by following them out of the territory. His body language was quite friendly now that he was away from the others. Though anger did surge through his heart at the events that had just transpired.

"The ridge may not help you, but if mom let you leave then she probably would..."  He commented slowly before turning to glance back over his shoulder to make sure nobody else unwanted was following them. "...and once I get done with the last bit of work here I'm getting out of this place. Especially after that bunch of fox dung."  Titan said these words in an exasperated manner. That whole hullabaloo had proven to him that the castle of willows was not where he was meant to be. Though Titan didn't like the idea of going back to the dungeons of the Whisper wolves either.

(Exit Titan)

Learn from these streets, it can be bleak,
Accept no defeat, surrender retreat...

 

let me remind you what you're waiting for

Quil's eyes darted about between those before her, to Skoll, and finally to Rook, where they lingered for a fleeting moment. She could deal with the result of all of this, she could hold up her head and part with Willow Ridge on good or bad terms, if it meant keeping her word to him. Doing what was right by him. Elettra's verdict was echoing in the back of her mind as all of the things that were truly important to her stood out in the forefront. Finding her family. Keeping her sister. Rook. Finding a cure for Borden...Grizzly Hollow...Even if she'd never seen the place, even if it existed in the whole of its glory in the past, part of it was her father's, as part was Rook's father's, and in that way part of it was in her as it was in Rook. Clearly, no one who had been present to witness this disappointing gathering and the burning of bridges that would result knew or understood that, or cared. But she did. She always would.

It stung, it really did. The way Elettra dismissed her just as quickly as she'd denied one of her only friends. It stung that someone who she'd grown close to, someone who knew her father and who Quil had respected, was essentially pushing her away. The look in Elettra's cold stare, cast upon her like ice, was a stab in the heart ─ one she would never forget. In that moment, she felt as disappointed as she thought Rook looked. Yet...Quil mirrored her companion's dignity. Her head lifted with an inherent, small pride as she watched Skoll's reprimanding, watched with a new disinterest as Titan moved to 'escort' her Lyall from this place, watched as the ties that had bound her to this place suddenly began to dissolve before her eyes. She'd known all along, since that evening in the tunnels, since the autumn night when she'd slept with Rook's body wrapped around her, that her future was not here, and even if she didn't want or plan for her departure to happen like this, it was time to move on. It was time to grow up. And she didn't have anything she cared to say.

"Cinder─" She looked to her sibling with warmth and assurance, speaking her name softly, her eyes conveying what the words she didn't offer would not. It was time to go, and she wanted her sister at her side. The choice was Cinder's to make.

She didn't know where they were heading, only that they would be with Rook, only that they would be safe. All at once, with Rook's and Elettra's back turned to her, she knew that she was stronger than she'd ever imagined and that she wasn't afraid. Not anymore. Not of the past, or of the uncertainty of the future, or of retribution from the Ridge wolves, or of not living up to her name. No. She felt it in her bones as the snow fluttered down from above ─ she was Attaya, not Archer, and she was ready to embrace all the weight and responsibility that name carried. Nudging Cinder's shoulder, Quil turned her back on what was no longer her home, on those who had never been her family, and, one stride at a time down Rook's path, disappeared into the winter night, never to look over her shoulder at what could have been.

[ Quil exit <3 ]

Elettra may or may not have held hostility toward her for this very incident, but it did not truly matter – her sister, her life, was leaving the Willows behind, and as Cinder’s name fell from the swarthy girl’s muzzle, Cinder stole one last glance to the matriarch Archer who had taken her in.. albeit temporarily. The departure would have been far more heartfelt had the she-wolf not indirectly threatened Quil.

Without anymore hesitance, the yearling as at her littermate’s side, her shoulder brushing reassuringly to the ebony Attaya. She had no idea who this ‘Rook’ was, or what his intentions were with her sister, but if Quil was willing to lay a silent claim that the Ridge was now an enemy and he was their ally, she would not argue.

She did not study the two males before her – the quiet discussion did not interest her, so she did not partake or even flip on ear in their general direction. Instead, her eyes would shift toward her sibling every so often, as if reassuring herself that Quil was okay, and perhaps not as shaken as she herself was – not that she would admit it to anyone.

Willow Ridge had been such a brief chapter, and none of the wolves had truly welcomed her. It was hard to feel morose about turning tail upon a place who had offered her a place to stay – it had simply never been considered ‘home.’ The uncertainty that lay before her did not draw her thoughts either – no, Cinder was perfectly content to be in the current moment.. for at least she still had the small part of her family left with her now.

Exit Cinder.

like a black widow, baby

Last posts from me, wrapping it up from here. Anyone else/left who wants to post their exits has until this coming Sunday (22nd) to do so. Otherwise, I'm gonna go ahead and archive so we can finally grab some LP from this. <3 You're all good sports, thank you for such an exciting thread!

"Borden Lyall is no ally of mine - he knows this, Jaysyek knows this," Elettra let the masked boy know. "You are no ally of mine, Cut Rock River wolf. There are plenty of other healers in Relic Lore - FIND SOMEONE ELSE. If Jaysyek or Whisper Cavern's Leaders personally need me, they know where to find me." If Rook had been anything but determined, he might have let a bit of cheek slip through  their conversation, let her have a piece of his mind. So be it. If his aunt would not help her friend and family (her in-laws), then that would be fine, but he would make it a point to let his parents know that things had not changed at all since they had left. Whatever they had left behind, still remained... the Lore, the trees, the den, the lands, and even the grievances from long since past... whatever his father or his mother had done so long ago.

He returned her hard stare, neither saying nor doing anything else apart from one, simple acknowledging nod from over his shoulder. This was one part of his family that he would be glad to disown. Cousin or not, Sköll Archer was menace; his Aunt and Uncle, likewise, even if a small part of him wanted to think that, at the very least, Angier would hold nothing against them and their decisions to return.

With making certain that Quil was at his back, he stepped forward, more than ready to return to where he knew he felt safe within the depths of the Cedarwood. He gave a small beamish smirk to Titan, both appreciating and admiring the Thorben for his loyalty and nerve. "We'll be expecting you then," he whispered after some time, even after he and the Attaya sisters had crossed over the invisible line between two of Angier's markers. "No rush and thank you... for everything."

Rook turned to give an assuring smile and a wag of his tail to his beloved and the age-mate that had followed, her sister. The three of them would work for now... With Titan joining them soon and Ryvet somewhere in the north, waiting for their impending arrival, his parents would have something of a rekindled pack to come home to. He led the girls a forward a few steps then nodded to Titan as well. "Take care; we'll see you soon. Tell my parents I said 'hello.'"

Then, without further ado, he revised his path and started to head back to where he had come from, intent on putting as much space as he could between his growing family and the turncoats of Willow Ridge.

(Fade.)

(This post was last modified: Mar 19, 2015, 05:52 AM by Skoll.)

Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.

Sköll's face in the dark had been reduced to two pinpricks of light and a ghastly set of clenched off-white teeth. Even after Titan had ushered Rook and his precious Attaya sisters away from the pack lands, the prince was not yet done. @Elettra had something else to say and when she next spoke to her son, she strode up to him, her voice booming over him in unmistakable fury and wrath. His stance mirrored hers, despite being just a tad larger than her, he still had a mind to lower himself appropriately. He just wanted her to hear him out once she was done screaming and yelling that he had been out of line.

"He took what was mine," he snarled under his breath, seething at his very core. "I deserved to have Quil and her sister and you know it! You let them leave... You let him take them away!" He was already expecting his mother to snap at his face, to give him a sharp bite to the forearm or shoulder or the tip of his nose. His ghost gray eyes narrowed into slits. Whatever... he wasn't afraid. Not even of her.

He took a step back, a clear sign of his surrender, a nonverbal cue that he was not about ready to cause even more chaos in his wake. "The next time I catch him, I'm going to get rid of him for good," he stiffly told her, half of a sneer curling up along the right side of his white-furred lips. "He's an enemy now and I'll give him what he deserves."

His large stature straightened after he took another step backwards, wanting to be clear of his mother's jaws should she not like that he strived to have the last word on the matter... continually testing her boundaries and where the lines had been drawn. "You've killed your own family once, what difference does it make for me to do the same in order to make our motives clear."

His lips sealed into a thin line that was barely visible along his muzzle and he gave a rather disdainful snort to his mother and Leader before limping off into the night. He hoped that she knew better than to doubt his word. If anyone was going to follow through with his promises, it was him - the Trickster, the Rebel, the Demon Prince... - and all who knew him knew to be to wary. Sköll Archer was a reckless man with several buttons to push, a coiled viper just waiting for that one wrong step in the grass. Given the commotion of what had happened tonight, it would only be a matter of time until he acted out again or took something into his own paws... for the worse...

(Fade.)

(This post was last modified: Mar 19, 2015, 01:12 AM by Skoll.)

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away

Grey - I would like it if Elettra and Angier could have a thread dated just after this, as Elettra would not at all keep any of this from him.

It took every fiber and muscle in her body not to look upset as she watched Quil and Cinder trot away behind Rook, leaving her left to wonder if Quil would be left to walk the same footsteps as Jaysyek, with a high and mighty fool as her mate who may one day leave her, their pups and his pack behind for Cinder left to help her and try to mend the pieces of what was broken in the same manner Elettra had. Her throat tightened, holding back the whine as she watched, her allies taking side of an enemy. Throughout in all, Morganna was easily able to slip away with Renier in tow, a decision which would lead to them both breaking pack law. For now, Elettra's fury and disappointment was placed on her son - Skoll. "Those woman are not your property - nor is any other woman." Where he had gotten the ideas that women could be claimed as such, she was not certain. Angier had been there (and as their father) since their very birth and even Kiche, there biological father, did not think in such a manner, or at least not what Elettra was aware of. "Whatever you do to him, Skoll, you do on your own time." She could not watch him 24/7, nor could she control what he did outside of her pack lands, but she would damn make sure she was not a part of it and that most importantly, Angier knew of it.

A sneer was placed over her expression at the mentioning of her brother, to which Elettra's reply is edged with a deep growl. "He also tried to kill me first." She finds herself grumbling, her limbs shaking, her body vibrating with a very obvious rage towards her son. It took so much of her will power to keep from attacking him, to hurt him in such a manner that she was certain Skoll Archer would never be a problem for her or the entire family, ever again. He was evil, he was rotten to the core - nothing like the lawful, loyal and noble Archers that were known in the land of Torbine (and those who were not were cast out, much as Asher who he had mentioned) but he was also her son. Truth to be told, she was not entirely sure what to do with her child and with a soft whine to herself, she turns then, with a certain need to seek out @Angier Lyall.