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I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you - Constantine - November 14, 2016
He and Aria had made their way to his birth home – a certain weight had lifted from the swarthy guardian as he loomed before the place he had called home for almost a year, and as his eyes scoured what used to be the borderlines of his pack, old faces surfaced to him, tugging at his nostalgic mind. Mordecai, Saena, Dante.. Blue Willow. This was what he ached for, and with a glance to his pale companion, he had toured her about the plateau he now longed to call home again.
But he reminded himself that things had changed – and even as he and @Aria had bunkered down one night under the canopy of a large tree, come morning light, the Mayfair unfurled himself from his position, his paws leading him elsewhere as quietly as he could so as to not disturb their sleep. Two wolves attempting to form a pack this close to winter was an unsettling thought now – and as desperate as Constantine was to make it work once more at the plateau, his time was running out.
Sweeping down a steeper side, the male sought a stream of water, hoping to quench his thirst.
RE: I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you - Bastian - November 14, 2016
It was early morning, but Bastian had long since been awake. He had come across the pair of wolves in the early hours of the day and watched them carefully as they slept, trying his best to draw near without drawing their attention, only to slip away as the sun rose above the horizon, as it gave away his position in the dark. He skittered to the nearest stream, his elk-skin bag at his side as he tore open a small trout, meticulously tearing out each organ of the fish that was kept in tack before eating them, his least favorite — bladder, obviously — to his favorite — the heart, obviously.
RE: I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you - Eilidh - November 15, 2016
It seemed the Mayfair children were of one mind.
After leaving news of Lasher's death with the wolves of Neverwinter, she trudged through the wilds in search of the familiar plateau looming on the horizon. Her heart tumbled at the sight, the first true stirring of something akin to excitement since her father's passing. She had been in this fog of mourning for too long, and now that she was here, albeit thinner and weaker than she would have liked, Eilidh intended to make the most of it.
Eilidh found the familiar path that led up the plateau to its flat top, and wandered the familiar places as she tried not to beg the gods for some way to turn back time. She missed the simple life of a child, the easy family ties, the grief-free, care-free days of summer. She was nearing her second year, and she had seen far too much in that time. So much that it had left her a ghost, and though she struggled to return, part of her would always remain aloof.
The golden wraith flitted between the trees toward a stream she had known as a child, and found not only her brother there, but also another wolf between them. Eilidh paused, her eyes trained on the stranger, wondering if her brother had spotted him yet. Eilidh didn't give him a chance to speak or sneak off before she rounded the bend and went straight for her brother.
Constantine!Her voice was soft, but it carried on the wind, and she offered a ghost of a smile as she neared him, nuzzling into his warmth.
I knew you'd be here.
RE: I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you - Constantine - November 23, 2016
Constantine’s eyes did not linger upon the stranger until after his gaze fell upon the familiar form of his sister – her presence had not been expected, but it was certainly welcome. Still, what would have been a more enthusiastic greeting from the swarthy guardian became one of caution. The stranger within view seemed to tear away at something, and the eldest Mayfair rounded closer to Eilidh as she began to close the distance between the two.
There was something complete about having Eilidh here, at the Plateau once more – this was their heritage, and he longed to ensure it thrived once more.
“Sister,” he greeted warmly, his eyes flitting from the unknown wolf and to graze over his littermate fondly. “I’m glad you came – but why are you away from Donnelaith? Is everything okay?”