Bonesplinter Ravine i see the crimson thief, hanging on heartstrings
the reckoning
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looking for members of teaghlaigh but open to anyone! i'm going to say declan is on sentry duty for mercenary purposes (and b/c i really wanted him to explore the ravine, hehe)~ forward-dated to march 30th

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They are close, Declan is told by Arturo before he breaks off from the group for sentry duty. Tonight he does not take it with Conan. He lets his brother sleep. For a long moment he spends too much time watching his brother sleep. He looks peaceful, the handsome lines of his face smoothed out as he dreams. Declan wonders what he dreams of for a short moment before his gaze flickers to August who completes their strange little trio. He would much rather just be a duo as it has always been …but is plan to dump August off on Ceannasach had backfired in his face. Because he does not know what to do with her so he keeps her close, letting her intrigue fuel his unspoken curiosities until she lingers on that dangerous line between fascination and obsession. So long as she remains under his “care” she will never be rehabilitated — always a submissive little mouse. Little mouse. Yes, she is his little mouse.

He lets out a low grunt to himself, one of his three most used vocalizations — alongside huffs and snorts — as he pads through the dark ravine. Beneath his footfalls shattered bones of many splinter and crack and rattle ominously as he moves. Skeletons and more recent corpses litter the ravine like a poorly cared for graveyard. He examines a more recent corpse now: a goat, what flesh that is not picked clean by the scavengers is swollen with rot. He makes a deep hum in his throat as he sniffs at the saccharine scent of decay as it fills his black, leathery nostrils. The feral Cathán is filled with a small rush of thrill. He does not think Teaghlaigh is in danger from the living in this ravine. It is a haunt only meant for the dead but Declan would much rather patrol among the dead than be forced around the living given his discontent with Ceannasach.
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It will not be long now. He is hopeful that they'll reach the safe haven plotted out by Arturo before too many more hours spent on the road; Lotte is straining with the travel, and it takes all the wolves working in tandem to keep things moving smoothly. They stop from time to time to rest at the behest of the new parents, two wolves who are not the rulers of this kindgom, and while Pendragon wishes their children well he sees a swelling detatchment from the adults in regards to them. While the man is curious about what exactly transpired before his arrival among them, he does not question things. He is too tired. Having gone from being a bruised piece of refuse upon a beach to this, Pendragon isn't exactly healthy right now and he merely wants to take a break, recouperate, and get to their new home before he stops for good.

He does not ask to take the next round of sentry duty; in fact, he is off and roaming without a single command given, eager to map the world and find the safest path to safety. It matters little that he hasn't stopped since his arrival to this new place; there are children in need, a pregnant queen to protect, and growing unrest among the exhausted wolves of Teaghlaigh.

Pendragon is mindless as he patrols and he doesn't notice the grass thinning, or the rise of stone around him as he descends in to the ravine. The shadows are long and cold, but the light that thinly spreads across the soil is a relief despite its near ineffectiveness. Spring is on its way - perhaps already here - and despite this the sun has yet to have a chance to warm them up. Pendragon looks around lazily, his eyes lifting skyward and then squinting as he peers at the sun; a blustery wind pushes a cloud across it within moments, and the man is left beneath a moody blue-gray shadow of his own.
the reckoning
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The feral commander cares little for company outside his own brother but that is how he has always been and he sees not immediate change on the horizon. He relies upon Conan for many things in his life but mostly for being the buffer between the feral and the world that he does not entirely grasp. Declan is a beast of instinct, he operates on baser, primal things. He has no true need for words. They mean little to him. They were deceptive, hollow things. What good is word against action? Company does not elude him this night. Company beyond that of the dead, that is. He hears the footfalls and his head whips around to face the approaching male, with wild amber gaze seeking for a moment before it locks upon the earthen hued man. He is new to Teaghlaigh, Declan thinks. Or perhaps he is not. It is not as if Declan is overly social and pays much attention to who is new and who is established among The Family. It doesn’t much matter, anymore. Established members of The Family were liable to stab Ceannasach in the back repeatedly just as much as any new Comhlach was. This he has seen, has heard. So perhaps, he thinks, words are not all useless. A grunt of acknowledgment is given to the other male, as Declan wonders why he is out here in this hellish place. Was it to join the feral commander on his patrol? Or had curiosity gotten the better of him? But despite his desire to know these things he does not part his muzzle to give words to them.
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