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revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Galileo - November 09, 2014
Controversy should've been his middle name.
After growing up to be the black sheep of the family and probably condemming his mother's life unpurposely that's what his father should have thought. The child, who had never been quite comfortable with his heritage had been the fuel to his parent's hatred between one another. While his father prided himself on his power and the three children that would carry down his blood, his dear mother had wanted nothing more than their wellbeing.
At first their goals had seemed to be aligned, until the second child, our protagonist Galileo, began to show defiance towards the barbaric laws that laced their community. It was in that moment when the fairly happy marriage fell to ruins, while Plato tried to get the child to see 'reason' through violence and punishments, Frida wnt against his back and protected the child, twisting a knife on her husband's back as she did so.
Or maybe his middle name should've been Disgrace.
After cutting ties with the Devereux and sacrificing her mother's love to follow his own path the least he should've managed was to clean up his act. And while he had intended to do so by joining anothe pack and settling with a mate, he made the only mistake he couldn't afford to do.
He had decided to confess his backstory and ask for a forgiveness that in the eyes of those brutalized by his father was not deserved. Then, he not only got his acceptance and dignity stipped of his hands but also the most precious gift life had given him. His own son.
Maybe he shouldn't have been a Devereux at all..
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Dovev - November 10, 2014
He'd been testing his leg more and more. Every morning Dovev would rise, feeling the stiffness that plastered over his bear wounds. He'd glance back at them- they were four symmetrical red lines that ran parallel down his flank. The male suspected that they would be there for the remainder of his life, but would shrink and eventually his fur would grow back, creating ridges over the scars.
The male traversed the southern borders of the pack, hanging around the heavily scented frontier. With the changing seasons, Dovev was never bored. Often the tundra creature had the chance to sit on a ridge and gain a commanding view of the valleys below the Rising Sun mountain range. He would see huge swathes of elk, blurred brown lines from his distance, coming out of the altitude forest and walking across the open land of the meadows. It reminded him of home.
The start of winter in the north began with a ritual. His band would walk the four days journey west to the foothills of a mountain range, seeking out the spiritualistic leader, Grnov. Although Dovev never put his heart into the rituals, it was required that the wolves cleanse themselves for the coming white of the snow. The elder arctic shaman Grnov would use his teeth to make a surgical incision across the left front leg and draw blood, in which he would take and paint along the walls of his cave. His legs had been heavily scarred by these procedures, and instead of healing, the shaman would spit ochre into them and create lines upon lines of tattoos.
Save for the memory trip, Dovev was acutely aware of his surroundings as he let his guard down to enjoy the view. With the sound of grass stirring behind him, the alabaster brute lifted his chin and caught the sight of Galileo with a bemused expression on his face. Dovev rose to his paws and lifted his tail in greeting to the sooty colored male. He didn't know what Galileo was up to, and wondered if he should say anything to disturb his packmate out of his reverie.
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Galileo - November 15, 2014
Unaware of Dovev's presence, the peppered male continued to ponder about what his life would've been like if he had never been born to the parents he had. H e wished it were as simple as wishing. He was stuck with his father's blood in his veins, and would be until the day his heart stopped. But,what if instead of fighting against the current he had embraced his family's customs like his brother had? A whole set of different scenearios begun to play in his mind, like a horror movie that made the male's face contort into a frown.
Yes, he had lost his precious son because of being a Devereux.
But if he had the change to go back, he'd do it all the same way. Now that he had taken his time to really think about his life he had discovered that he would've put his mate and child in danger if he were ever found by one of his father's servants.
Maybe by walking away he had saved them all, even if he had condemmed himself to a life time of misery.
With a heavy grunt he turned to leave the small clearing he had wandered upon, his throat feeling a sudden urge to get a drink. However as he turned his head around, his eyes fell upon the friendly image of one of his packmates.
He returned the male's greeting with a brief dip of his nose and a kind smile, not wanting to speak first due to the sudden dryness of his throat.
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Dovev - November 18, 2014
Far off, he could see Arrow Lake's water being sucked into the freezing air, turning into banks of mist that drifted on an unforeseen wind. The sky was beginning to darken and gray, with the promise of at least flurries in the night. When Dovev had lived far to the north, blankets of snow would blow off the sea, dumping huge rifts of the white powder onto the earth early in the season. This area was still waiting for it's first big snowstorm of the year.
Turning, Dovev watched as Galileo moved past him towards the small basin creek that ran behind the ridges, partially shaded by bare trees. Even after the meeting, this would be the first time the males had the chance of interaction; neither had the need to seek one another out. Dovev knew little about the ebony and sterling male- he was a respected and loyal member of the pack, who apparently had been in close advisorship with Bazi. Now that her beta had taken her place, the arctic male wondered what purpose Galileo surved to Scimitar- probably the same, considering the councilman had no qualms in refusing his services to the new leader.
The male moved into the small riveted meadow that held the stream, ears perked in greeting towards his fellow pack member.
You seemed lost in thought- I wondered if was polite to disturb you, Dovev explained as his paws crunched on the short, dead grass. Wherever Galileo had gone mentally was privy to him, but the male seemed to have returned from his own world to acknowledge the tundra brute's presence.
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Galileo - November 20, 2014
The pale man began to ease his way into the small clearing, holding a friendly expression on his face as he approached. Galileo returned the kind gesture with a graceful dip of his head, though he had found himself to be on the more quiet side lately he always enjoyed meetong new wolves, out or from the pack it didn't really matter, Galileo didn't scrutinize over such small details -- as long as they could be able to offer an interesting conversation he did not care where they came from.
"Oh, I am always lost inside my own head" he chuffed, swinging his wiry pelt to rid himself of some of the dust and dirt that had clung to his back as he had been laying down earlier. Regarless of the time of the day, or night, the peppered male had adopted the routine of walking aimlessly as he allowed his mind to break free. This was not the first time another packmate had caught him waddling like a zombie through the forests and meadows and it would surely not be the last.
"It's nothing but polite to seek out a fellow packmate and introduce yourself " he barked with a light smile shinning on his face, as the male, Galileo knew that their time to formally meet was far overdue. "I'm Galileo" he barked then, encouraging the blue-eyed male to do the same.
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Dovev - November 27, 2014
The male approached slowly, ears flicking out as Galileo came up with an explanation for his distant look.
I'm Dovev, he offered in return, padding in the thick but dry grass that curbed the small tributary. Pinecones littered the ground, their dry points sticking themselves into his paws. With the uncomfortable feeling, Dovev slowed to a halt and turned his attentions from the surrounding lands to his packmate.
Galileo was a silvered brute, with an ebony topcoat and curled hairs about his jaw. In fact, he didn't look much older than Dovev, but held a deep wisdom that seemed impossible for the tundra wolf to ever achieve. To each his own, he guessed, for Dovev was not one for sitting around and spinning moral tales. It was good the pack had someone like that, though, and Dovev didn't lose any amount of appreciation over them.
He stood for a moment, wondering if it was worth asking Galileo what was on his mind. It wasn't any of his business, anyways.
It's hard not to get lost up in there, is it? Referring to his mind, Dovev held a wry tone as he glanced at his packmate.
RE: revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate - Galileo - December 02, 2014
whipped an ending to have it archived
Galileo's amber eyes stuck to the other man's figure, that slid slowly closer to him presenting the lonesome male an opportunity to take his mind off the heavy matters in his heart and share his companionship. With a brief dip of his nose, Galileo welcomed the man, motioning gently to the empty space next to him if the man wanted to take a seat.
Though Galileo, apparently, stood on a different side of the spectrum, he did not consider himself to be any more or any less than any of his fellow packmates. Whereas his strenght lied in his mind, he was not even half the warrior or warden, or outrider some of his friends and packmates were. Maybe the his title of being a wise man had been simply awarded because of the illusion his wiry coat and silvery hairs covering his muzzle gave.
But being older and sitting around reflecting on your poor life choices didn't make anyone a philosopher, at least not to Galileo. It was grasping the true understanding of those mistakes what made you better in the end. Like bricks, the decisions taken had to be reevaluated, if not the whole structure could fall into itself. Galileo was an chipped tower that swung delicately from one side to another like a balancing act.
He needed to be renewed, and what better way to do so than demolishing the old walls he had put up and building himself from scratch, brick by brick. With that in mind the peppered male brought a bright smile upon his face "It's harder to find yourself in there than it is to get lost" he commented, holding his ears erect and poised in Dovev's direction anf with a flick of his tail that seeked to summon his attention he invited him to go get lost with him.
He was hoping that this new realization would help him reconstruct his whole architecture.