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born in a ditch - Scarab - May 22, 2021
in the early tresses of morning; dewkissed and touched with gold of buttery sunbeams peeking out beneath the thin wispy clouds, the deathwreaver ghosts along the stone circle. a pillar has fallen and crumbled from it's place on the ground and he's tempted to investigate, to see if there are any prizes to be found among the ruins. without a stable place to stay, he does not see the point in resuming the pursuit of what has long since been lost — though plenty of treasures has caught his magpie-like eye.
a breath is taken; the sweet scent of grasses and musk of damp earth fills his nostrils — and brings with it a pang of homesickness for the tang of salt. he can hear it, he thinks; the coast trying and failing to lure him back. he cannot —
not when he knows he'll only disappoint his mothers again. not when he knows they have new children to nurture and love. better children.
with a small grit of his teeth, scarab pushes forth; weary as he draws nearer to the scent of borders. it is all unfamiliar to him, the scents. scarab slows; weighing his options as carefully as osiris weighs the hearts against the feather. it is methodical; practiced. a brutal art.
it is not; scarab reminds himself, as if he has anything to lose. he is untethered to anyone and anything. and if he is turned away? he will keep traveling. with these thoughts drifting 'round his mind he lifts his muzzle and lets out a howl
RE: born in a ditch - RIP Vesta - May 22, 2021
A leader Vesta was not.
But a warrior, oh yes. So, the fire-nape trotted towards the call at the borders, finding a male waiting there.
Having neither voice or authority, Solaria stopped a few paces from the stranger and turned her head to watch for @Aventus or @Merrick, perhaps both, if both of them chose to come.
Someone should be along soon, she willed for the silent body-written message to reach Scarab, especially when her scarlet hues turned back to the stranger's face.
RE: born in a ditch - Merrick - May 23, 2021
avicus, gone. gone again. and not returned. auriel, too. and bishop.
ursus dwindled.
to the arrogant eye, it might have seemed as though they were weak. surely without the numbers to stand up to their enemies. and yet merrick's faith in them had not abated.
a howl, young. masculine.
when merrick arrived, it was to brush his shoulder along that of vesta. she was a true loyalist to them, and her work had not gone unnoticed.
he flicked his tail sidelong and set single eye upon the golden boy who seemed to fill with the early sunlight.
"what can ursus do for you?"
we are legion.
ursus dwindled.
to the arrogant eye, it might have seemed as though they were weak. surely without the numbers to stand up to their enemies. and yet merrick's faith in them had not abated.
a howl, young. masculine.
when merrick arrived, it was to brush his shoulder along that of vesta. she was a true loyalist to them, and her work had not gone unnoticed.
he flicked his tail sidelong and set single eye upon the golden boy who seemed to fill with the early sunlight.
"what can ursus do for you?"
we are legion.