Cors Ossum [M]in the daylight we'll be on our own

RE - unseasonably warm weather

and when the daylight comes I'll have to go

Morganna Archer

With Craw otherwise occupied, and Wraith taking care of Piety, Morganna had decided now was as good a time as any to take a break from it all. She had set out for the south, only briefly stopping by the Rye pack to let Drestig know she had seen no sign of his daughter before continuing into the trees. Even in the depths of winter the ground beneath this twisted canopy had been only lightly dusted with snow and now that the weather had cranked itself up a notch she could even make out the bones that crunched beneath the surface, even in the failing light. This place had never worried her like it did some others, it seemed to be a little knotted refuge from the worst of the weather at all times of the year, the still, stale air a sacrifice made for the certainty of shelter.

The heat still clawed beneath her skin, trees serving little substitute for what she knew she needed right now. No longer the scared, confused girl she once had been she had to smirk. Fleas she had thought, but no, now she knew it was something to revel in. A primal call that was not only her right, but her duty to answer.

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

Whatever was left of him, it craved for home. It wasn't a piece of ground. It was the place where he did not have to watch his back. The tight space of others sleeping cuddled close. A tinkling laugh, or a warm smile. A good tussle. Not this wretched place.

It seemed fitting with how far he felt he had fallen. The trees with their wicked limbs, ready to maim and constrict. The ground, hardly littered with any white of snow. The very obstruction of light, and sky. If darkness should prevail, and nothing good should linger here. So the further he went.

A stench began to fill his nose of death, and decay. Paws fell more slowly, as gold eyes slipping over the vast shapes that could not have been stone nor balls of snow. It was bones, an endless graveyard. Funny. Did things come here to rot, or was there a beast who drug them? There was no fear that touched him over the thought. A strange calmness, he wasn't sure was good.

It was with a crumpled brow, a shadow hung in the corner of his sight. Take me now, he thought.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity

and when the daylight comes I'll have to go

Morganna Archer

She couldn't believe it. This had to be a dream. He couldn't be here now, could he? Her head lowered as she stalke closer, carefully placing paws to try and conceal her aproach from his flank. She had heard a little from her sister but not much made it through the haze of the news about her mothers passing. Now that she could see it before her very eyes the weight of her words sunk in.

There was something different in the way he moved, that familiar weight draped so heavily across his shoulders. It suited him, just like she had thought would. She was so close now, the temptation too strong to be ignored, she hopped forward, chest bumping against his rump like it had so many times before, two steps would bring her along his flank, her nose reaching out to press into his cheek in greeting, familiar rumble offered in place of words. What are you doing so far from home? What news from the Ridge? She hadn't planned on gathering information tonight, but she was happy to be an ear if he needed it.

Yet so much more laid between them and so she couldn't quite relax until she knew where his own head was at. While her tail waved, fanning that intoxicating scent around them she was equally ready to dart away should he choose to respond with aggression. She would push her luck and lean into his side, just to test the waters.

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

It wasn't the attack he expected. He thought it might been more painful, something trying to tear at him. Hair bristled, a lip flinching. Instead it was a shove, throwing him forward, off balance for a second or two. A warm body, and cold nose. The sound that filled his ears couldn't be real. It couldn't... He dared to look, and she was right beside him. He didn't think he would be happy to see her again. A smile couldn't help, but twitch at the corner of his lip.

"Morganna." What was she doing out here? What.. His train of thought left the tracks. She shouldn't....stink like this. Pressed up beside him of all wolves. He didn't remember falling asleep?

He had to blink, draw in a hampered breath. "You okay?" He murmured, nose brushing the edge of her jaw. Seemed pretty real to him, but it didn't answer any questions. "Hadn't planned to come out this way, I should be a bit more west." He needed to get word to the Ridge's allies, as he had told Ravenna. But, he had also needed to get his bearings. They were one too many Archers, and the spring fever was getting harder to stomach. Sometimes he wasn't all sure he wanted to even go back. Nicolo and Sven could surely do better than him? It seemed fitting to let them squabble or maybe finally come together.  But, there was Ravenna, Attica, Bojack, little Nimble, and Odin to think about. He couldn't turn his back on them.

"Odin is doing better. Ravenna learned from the best," a sad, thin smile wavers. Uncertainty, knit his brows. "Sven, has taken the responsibility of his sister Attica. I think he's taking the season fairly well...considering." He knew something else had to be brewing. What he wasn't certain, but he was beginning to have his inklings.

He almost reached out to her again, but froze, thinking better of it. He didn't want to drive her away, but he didn't want to put himself back together again either.

(This post was last modified: Mar 10, 2017, 04:47 AM by Renier.)

and when the daylight comes i'll have to go

Morganna Archer

The tension left her shoulders as he spoke her name, a small smile quick to come to her lips when he asked if she was okay, "Am now," she quipped back with a sly smirk as she listened to him continue. It was almost like old times. Almost. She never expected he might find himself anywhere other than where he wanted to be, a teasing "Mus'be fate," thrown in jest. As conversation turned to her son and sister she found herself heaving a sigh of relief she hadn't realised she had been holding. That Sven still had care of Attica was hardly a surprise, that would mean there was still no trace of Hecate or Skoll.

 

"We're still lookin' out fer whoever attacked 'im. The Rye pack're missin' their girl too but we've found no trace o'er." It couldn't hurt to pass on the description, Renier would know where her own fears lay. "'e said it was a black wolf, pale eyes, an' scars across 'is face. Figured he'd be safer with mother but then o'course Ravenna reached us two days later." The smile had fallen from her face as they touched on gloomier subjects, just two friends, in the woods with daylight fading by the minute.

She took a step forward, testing to see if he would fall in step beside her. There was still so much more of these woods to explore before she had to turn around and head home.

(This post was last modified: Mar 12, 2017, 02:40 AM by Morganna.)

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

The Lyall couldn't help laugh. An easy-light sound, amused by her reply. He should always expect the unexpected with her. It had been awhile since he had to be on his toes, and he could only guess what she had in store for him. But, he didn't quite mind the company of this Morganna. It was a bittersweet way to quell his homesickness. "Fate does have an odd sense of humor."

An ear twitched, thinking maybe Odin had been her only concern. As she spoke he was hanging on every word, just imagining how she felt. The description was placed to memory just in case. There was no want for someone like that running around loose. The sad smile, he could not help, but brush against her neck. He was glad that she hadn't witnessed what had happened. He didn't think it would ever leave his mind.

The rogue didn't even think about what he did next, he moved with her in rhythm if he done it all along. He decided then, and there he should try to remain in the present before she vanished again. Wait...

"I don't think Odin was the only one harmed. Not long ago a man brought a young girl to the Ridge. Said he found her up north. She's in terrible pain, no memories to speak of." Could she be the same one?

(This post was last modified: Mar 23, 2017, 06:07 AM by Renier.)

and when the daylight comes i'll have to go

Morganna Archer

Her steps faltered for a moment, before resuming in their steady pace, her nose momentarily finding itself burried in the thick fur around @Renier's neck. "Bit lighter 'n me? Orange eyes and silver flecks around 'er face?" It was hardly a unique description but it would give her a lead which was more than any of them had managed before now. She would wait for his answer before allowing a sly smirk to cross her face. It was a shame really, that they lived so far apart these days.

Her ears turned back on her head as she tucked her muzzle under his chin, a quick nudge to his chest the only warning she would give before racing forward a few steps. She only slowed to look back and see that he was coming after her, dark tail high and waving over her back. It looked to her like they both needed to blow off a little steam and what better way to do so than with an innocent game of tag? While her mind may have been running away with less than innocent thoughts, she had to test the waters first and see if he might be willing to indulge her.

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

Inside he groaned as she froze again, closer now, further tormenting him. Even then he was still reluctant to go his own way. He had spent a great deal of his life with her, and missed what had been. He had to force himself to try not to think of what she smelled like. How she was in his reach. Instead he let his mind fall back on memory, to the small details he always kept. There probably wasn't a lot of pups that could fit her description. "Pretty sure it must be her." It was kinda of a relief thinking he could help reunite her with her family. Help Bojack breathe a little easier. Would she go back to her life? Bojack had promised to remain, but Renier wasn't sure he'd keep him to that promise if the girl was in need of him.

The taunting smirk on her face chased all other thoughts aside. The muscles beneath his tawny coat coiled, eyes waiting for the smallest sign for her attack. Cleverly, she drew her muzzle to him then made her strike. A faint growl replied in turn, as she took off. She couldn't make anything easy could she? With his own wry grin he threw himself forward in an attempt to catch her. Did she have any new tricks she was hiding?

and when the daylight comes i'll have to go

Morganna Archer

That little confirmation was tucked away, news to deliver to their neighbours when she headed home again. But there was an itch she couldn't scratch on her own and it had to be some sign, that he had run into him here and now, after all the months and miles that stretched between them. When he came after her she jumped away again, trying to keep herself just out of reach. To try and cloud his mind as much as her own was, but she had never been a terribly patient wolf either.

Her pace would slow enough to allow him to draw alongside, her flank pressed into his as her head came to rest over his shoulders. A low whine left her chest as she moved to nudge under his ear, then chin with her own ears turned back, head lowering until they rested along her neck. Her tail bumped against his leg as it waved, before she would charge forward again, across the bone littered floor and through the trees with a laugh. Again, she wouldn't make it too hard for him to catch her if that was what he wanted to do. It wouldn't be the first time but it never crossed her mind that it might be the last.