Sanguine Cove almost perfect

Woya had hoped her antics with her husband had not been enough to sow life, but once more the universe seemed unwilling to cut the couple any slack. The driving heat had subsided, and pregnancy hormones were beginning to lace her scent. There was no doubt in her mind that she once again carried Adelard's children. The question was whether or not she'd be lucky enough to live through this hardship a second time.

She sat upon the shore of the lake, its ice now brittle and sinking in some places, and contemplated her situation and the plethora of choices that lay before her. None of them would end this process, but there were still right and wrong ones available, weren't there? Setting out into the unknown certainly no longer seemed promising. Raising children here though, keeping the ones who had been traumatized in the place that it had happened, risking any of their deaths next?

Woya would never regret Adelard, but damned if she wasn't wishing she could change her choices that evening they'd been reunited.

(This post was last modified: Mar 31, 2023, 10:08 PM by Woya.)

if you still want to wait for fly it's cool! adora just has feelings and things to say :x

How scary it was to stand on the cusp of her first year and hate what she had become. The constant anxiety nagged and bubbled within her to the point that she spent more time out there then she did here. She had an inkling she would have never returned from the den on the other side of the lake if not for the blood family she still had here.

Her siblings, her mother.

Adora had been blissfully unaware of whatever happened in the Cove now. Tragedy could not touch her if she built a fortress around herself.

Surely her mother above all had noticed.

Her mother who sat like a statue by the lakeside. The lake that seemed to take with very little give in return.

Mama, She chirped softly as her now large form softly sunk. A collection of words halted on the tip of her tongue. Afraid that she'd only cause more hurt, when all she wanted was goodness.

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Woya sunk deeply into her thoughts, not hearing her daughter approach until the girl spoke. She blinked, turned her head, and greeted Adora with a fond smile. Her secret favorite had taken all of this so hard, it physically pained the mother's heart. Without getting up she scooted closer and bopped her offspring's forehead with her nose affectionately.

"Hello hun. How are you?"

Happy was certainly not the answer expected, but she wanted to hear Adora's own words on how she felt today. She checked in with her hermitting daughter as frequently as she could without neglecting her other two children present and her responsibilities to the Cove. If the girl needed time and space, that was alright, so long as she was safe. Emotions and grief took time and never worked on the schedule they wanted them to.

"The same,"

An oversized paw reached to softly scuff against the earth. Her mother had known how she had been feeling and yet Adora had come to a realization. Well, she had come to plenty of realizations, but she had come to one that mattered most. One that she needed to vocalize now. Even if it meant she skipped over manners and politely returned questions.

"I can't stay here, Mama, but I don't...I don't wanna be convincing everybody to leave here too."

If they wanted to, wouldn't they already have? Surely after the first or second tragedy they would have laid their heads elsewhere, gone to find where the world was not stone and snow.

Adora had once been charmed by it all too. Only now it had worn off into a rusty cage that trapped her tightly.

"I wanna go away, Mama. For real."

No tears left to cry over it.

ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ || ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

The near-yearling responded honestly, made declarations that weren't surprising but which Woya expected were still hard for Adora to openly admit to. With so few words, her firstborn made up the matriarch's mind for her. She leaned forward to touch her nose to her daughter's cheek in an effort to comfort her before speaking.

"I do too. Let's see who else is ready."

She tilted back her head then, calling out for two specific groups: leadership, and the Macieo-Gerau clan. It was not dire but urgent that they congregate, for she was ready for action. They were officially on the clock now, racing against the progression of her pregnancy.

Woya is calling together her family and expects them all to come. @Adelard @Apolline @Augustin - this will be to decide who is leaving SC with Woya and Adora and who is staying or going their own way. @Nash and @Oksana have also been called for so that they can be informed of the family's decision. If they don't come, Woya will seek Oksana out after to say goodbye before leaving.

(This post was last modified: Apr 04, 2023, 08:32 PM by Woya.)

Never too far away, Adelard heard Woya's call loud and clear. He hadn't been spying on her, per se, or even listening in, but he had been keeping watch. A queensguard in his truest form. One ear kept facing in her direction while the other swiveled where his eyes focused.

He got to his feet from his reclined position, his back half obscured by lakeside flora. Heavy footsteps announced his arrival on the scene. And, while he wore his characteristic scowl, it softened as he regarded his daughter. This was his mate's lookalike, Adora. A short wave of his tail and a short greeting to his mate. His head craned downward and he placed a kiss on Woya's chin before backing away and settling down. Much like an obedient hound, he reclined forward, stifling back a yawn. His ears pinned back for a moment before returning to their original positions.

Nothing but a wordless woof was offered as he eyed the two women. He was ready for whatever came next.

         

ADELARD

heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher

Her Papa had been back for a few days now, though for the most part he had been glued to the side of her maman. Now, to most wolves that would be understandable, the couple had been separated for a long time, but Apolline wasn’t so sympathetic. She’d missed him too, and after he’d been off alone with her brothers, it only seemed fair to her that he’d be giving her and Adora all his attention. Yet, as far as the moody girl could see, he only had eyes for Woya. As such, the sulky teen’s mood had only worsened, so when she heard her mother’s call, she was sorely tempted to ignore it. If the summons had been for her alone, she probably would have, not at all interested in whatever lesson her maman wanted to impart. But in the end, curiosity won out over her rebelliousness, the prospect of a family meeting including the leaders’ presence posing way too many questions to be left unanswered. Could it be, with Adelard back, that they were finally leaving this wretched mountain? Maybe even returning to the Chasm? Apolline would be more than eager to show her support for that decision. So, slinking from her solitude, she turned her nose towards the origin of the voice, quickly making her way to the meeting place, where her sister and father had already arrived. Slithering up alongside Adelard, she looked up at him affectionately for a moment before turning her attention to Woya, expression growing neutral. She would take a seat silently, waiting to hear what her parents had to say before betraying any emotions of her own. ”Speech" Thoughts

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As the season drew to a close it quickly became apparent that Aquene was pregnant. There was a nervous warmth in Nash's heart; excitement to become a father once again, but Chan's words still bounced in his brain and he couldn't help but be nervous for the wellbeing of their newest child. So far their previous litter had remained safe, but there was no guaruntee.

He quickly responded to Woya's call and as he approached another thing became obvious: Aquene was not the only one with child. Nash's ears fell back and he slowed his pace as he joined the family, eyeing the couple. He shouldn't be surprised. They'd been leaders themselves the previous year, and Adelard had been away for a while. Even so... "Adelard," he greeted, then turned his wary gaze to his wife, "Woya." He sat and waited for an explanation, expectation clear on his face.

So it seemed there were done here, then, just like that.

A weight slipped free, even if there was still another conversation or two to hurdle through. Adora could leave tonight and she knew that at the very least her mother would understand. Perhaps that was the most important part of all of this.

Her father, her sister. Those two mattered too.

Nash only greeted her parents though. As if the children weren't even here, as if they hadn't also experienced the discomfort of the Cove, seen the tragedies that had impacted them all. She could not help the soft frown that carved into her marble features.

So instead she remained silent, imaging her mother would have the better words here.

She was simply ready to leave.

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Augustin had taken notice that his father had returned to them. However he hadn't really seen much of the man since his return. Father had stayed with mother the whole time he'd been back. This left Auggie wondering how he should take that. He would have thought that after being away for so long that he'd want to see his children.

So when his mothers voice rang out he was a little surprised to hear her calling the family or what was left of it together. For a long moment the young man didn't move but finally he knew that he had to go akd find out what she wanted.

It seemed he was last to arrive or maybe there was more of them. He wasn't sure how many of them remained at this point. He looked around before finding a place to rest upon his haunches to hear what they'd been called there for.