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paganus - Germanicus - May 17, 2020
aw <3
in the months to come, this forest would bleed. but germanicus was ignorant of the heathen place he stepped. he had departed whitebark to cast a wider net of safety around the pack and its eight; he went willing to his explorations. the ground was rich with ferns, the maples already beginning to let down their amber droplets.
tiberius went to a bad end, the only murmur that had greeted his efforts to glean what had happened to his brother. you will make a better one. but in his father's temple, the names of all the family remained: his late sibling, himself, dutiful servanus. haughty livilla, shy julia. and never a word of the sixth. never that name said aloud.
the scent of wolves, and near. germanicus returned to himself.
tiberius went to a bad end, the only murmur that had greeted his efforts to glean what had happened to his brother. you will make a better one. but in his father's temple, the names of all the family remained: his late sibling, himself, dutiful servanus. haughty livilla, shy julia. and never a word of the sixth. never that name said aloud.
the scent of wolves, and near. germanicus returned to himself.
RE: paganus - Meadow - May 18, 2020
Obvi no need to match length. Not even remotely sorry for throwing this hot mess at you.
The waif trailed toward the forest that called to her—recognition burning like embers in her eyes, and yet something within her mind not allowing the realization of it to surface to the forefront of her mind.It was beautiful, in so many ways—and the maiden was hopeful that within such a luxuriant garden of trees and wood she would come to find some medicinal herbs and plants she could cultivate or store. The season was the perfect time to prepare—and beginning to feel more rested and protected within the sheltered borders of Whitebark Stream, Meadow was keen on exploring the neighboring areas and putting herself to good use.
The fresh trail of another called to her—familiar, only in the sense of the wolf’s stay within her home, and thus her mind determined packmate.
She caught view of the dark shadow, her eyes studying the male with curiosity, eager to perhaps have a companion during this small excursion. “Excuse me,” she called out, beckoning him, the wisp of a voice rising as she began to lope forward, her silver tail gently swaying behind her.
“I was…” And that was when unexpectantly, the shadows of past came rushing forward. Fire—the blaze that had scorched at her home and family. The smoke rising beyond the very trees she now stood. Her voice faded, her paw falls stopping as she trembled lightly, no longer even seeing the man before her.
Death. Death had nearly come for her beside this forest, and the recognition she had felt came back with a frightening clench at her chest, and Meadow began to wobble, now on unsteady paws. This had been the beginning of the downfall of her natal pack. Of her family.
The smoke had burned her lungs—the fire had licked at her, but she had remained unmarked, at least from the outside. Within—the repressed fire ignited once more, and the world faded to darkness as Meadow collapsed to the earth in a dead faint.
RE: paganus - Germanicus - May 18, 2020
:o!
the traipse of another drew the eagle's attention. he regarded her coolly: a warmblood beauty with a burnished half-veil and aureate eyes. given as he was to his work, germanicus was unstirred, though his ears swept forward in brief alarm as she uttered some unfinished sounds and fell into a swoon.
moving quickly to her side, the centurion assessed she belonged to artyom's ranks, and then began to search her for obstruction of breath. flanks continued to move, but he could not think of what had startled the stream-maid. he straightened, grunted, considered dragging her back to the borderlines until a healer could be found. "femina," germanicus muttered in a louder tone than she had offered. "wake, now."
moving quickly to her side, the centurion assessed she belonged to artyom's ranks, and then began to search her for obstruction of breath. flanks continued to move, but he could not think of what had startled the stream-maid. he straightened, grunted, considered dragging her back to the borderlines until a healer could be found. "femina," germanicus muttered in a louder tone than she had offered. "wake, now."
RE: paganus - Meadow - June 20, 2020
The man’s voice was stern with its demand, and yet so very faraway. She came to—whatever fire that had danced within her mind and heart flickering to only an ember as her gaze snapped open. Confusion set in for a moment, the spell gone as she rolled, shifting herself to her belly as her ears splayed to a delicate crown. Looking to the dark man, the only recognition offered was from his scent, and she shook her head slowly, her mind catching up now to her emotional stress and her dead faint.
Yes, she knew this forest.
Her heart fluttered, and she shifted a paw to tuck beneath her chest. “Forgive me—I’m sorry. I’m…” A mess, her mind wished to finish for her. A failure, another part whispered, much darker than the first. “I’m Meadow.”
RE: paganus - Germanicus - June 24, 2020
her eyes opened, leveled upon germanicus. his own took in the silvergold dance of her robes, the bronzed headpiece, her delicate build. a young priestess to an idol for which he knew not the name. a heathen god, for certain. there was but one set of celestial rulers, but not a wolf here knew them.
"meadow, when is the last you took water?" the soldier inquired gruffly, the manner of a military medic leaning over a fallen fighter. she did not seem worse for wear, only fatigued; shade and a drink would mend her, he believed, motioning that she should stand if able and he would escort her to the base of an old tree.
"meadow, when is the last you took water?" the soldier inquired gruffly, the manner of a military medic leaning over a fallen fighter. she did not seem worse for wear, only fatigued; shade and a drink would mend her, he believed, motioning that she should stand if able and he would escort her to the base of an old tree.