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wing heart - Kusax̱asaa - April 16, 2025
final thread & at last a camp for the sun clan <3 mostly for ref, single replies welcome! @Meleeys @Daa'ka @Cetseni @Yakona @Ts'okhun @Pikpaksriruk @Night Fire
each day was given over to traveling.
each hour belonged to the caribou spirits and their entreatment. tufts of their fallen fur were carefully collected, added to the amulet he meant to use against his wife. the one which also would locate the children she had taken.
they had been named lanzadoii, born to his name and his lineage. ice raven's voice whispered in dreams, speaking of mountainhome and blood on the taiga.
a wildwood forest spilled against terraces of granite; rivers cut through the hinterland wetgrass. and north, the glittering sea lapping foam to a beach of pale sand. and all, interminably, were the caribou, gathering in small groups or larger herds as they moved between beachfront and deepweald.
it was a bountiful region, and he looked forward to its exploration. for now he directed his kin to settle inside the fringeline of the shadowforest. he sought @Nutuyikruk next, murmuring upon what he had spoken: freedom for the location of @Sulukinak. offering her a traveling-cake of chewed caribou meat with crushed roots, chieftain thus sent moongirl into her own journey.
c'ede' was kept close as usual, a boy growing into the strength of his clan.
and it would be c'ede's little eyes which first beheld the great and glimmering sea. "a woman of the muradoii gave you life when your own abandoned you, my son. you must always honor her." kusax̱asaa whispered, spreading out caribou-hide upon sand and allowing the boy to witness the birthright bestowed upon him too by sivaak's milk.
each hour belonged to the caribou spirits and their entreatment. tufts of their fallen fur were carefully collected, added to the amulet he meant to use against his wife. the one which also would locate the children she had taken.
they had been named lanzadoii, born to his name and his lineage. ice raven's voice whispered in dreams, speaking of mountainhome and blood on the taiga.
a wildwood forest spilled against terraces of granite; rivers cut through the hinterland wetgrass. and north, the glittering sea lapping foam to a beach of pale sand. and all, interminably, were the caribou, gathering in small groups or larger herds as they moved between beachfront and deepweald.
it was a bountiful region, and he looked forward to its exploration. for now he directed his kin to settle inside the fringeline of the shadowforest. he sought @Nutuyikruk next, murmuring upon what he had spoken: freedom for the location of @Sulukinak. offering her a traveling-cake of chewed caribou meat with crushed roots, chieftain thus sent moongirl into her own journey.
c'ede' was kept close as usual, a boy growing into the strength of his clan.
and it would be c'ede's little eyes which first beheld the great and glimmering sea. "a woman of the muradoii gave you life when your own abandoned you, my son. you must always honor her." kusax̱asaa whispered, spreading out caribou-hide upon sand and allowing the boy to witness the birthright bestowed upon him too by sivaak's milk.
RE: wing heart - Sky Eater - April 16, 2025
there is no way yet for c’ede’ to grasp the future that sits upon gray, charcoal flecked shoulders.
he doesn’t know what it means to have been abandoned. to have been forgotten, left behind. he only knows the strength of his father. the press of black fur, the strength in icy eye, and the pain beheld in one no longer there.
he has grown alongside those he thinks are his littermates. he doesn’t remember the touch of trueborn, the scent of his first mother, his first siblings. he knows the violent fight for life at the underbelly of a powerful woman. he knows the rough play and bicker amongst other pups; his siblings—but he is not with them always before being whisked away by his father.
his father doesn’t take the other ones like he does him. c’ede’ is too young to truly notice this, he only knows it in the feel of their absence.
now his eyes are watchful, his ears that had toppled to a point perked. he is a truly attentive pup, gazing as if mesmerized upon the swathe of caribou hide as it melds upon sand. and the sea ahead glitters, currents splashing in the distance upon the shore. the lanzadoii child hears the water call. and there is sand beneath his paws, something that shouldn’t belong but feels natural. the heir topples forwards between strong black legs of his father, pouncing upon the hide.
he hears his father speak and knows the words are important. his response is a mighty puppy growl and head bumping into coarse black fur of his leg, teeth going to gnaw. tugging. trying to incite play with the chieftain. his father.
RE: wing heart - Meleeys - April 17, 2025
They traveled far. Too fucking far. Meleys had not thought that their travels would extend to this. Had thought that their move would be temporary and that they might return to their herd once again in a season or so. It was not meant to be. Had she known, maybe she wouldn't have agreed to leaving for the sake of the pups. She may have stayed and fought instead. Yet this was coming from a woman who often felt closer to the herd she mingled with then the majority of wolves. She thought of @Suliya now briefly.
It was too late. Meleys looked to C'ede' and hoped with every ounce of her body that he would be worth it. That he would be the future of Saatsine.
It wasn't until her younger brother took the first clump of fur from the ground and tucked it away did Meleys take note to the signs of caribou in the region. A new herd. New life. Far different then the one they left behind yet same in all the ways which mattered.
Travel had made Meleys worn and weary. More irritable then she was on any regular occasion. Yet the thought of the caribou filled her spirit and she pushed with whatever ounces of strength she had left.
They were there - there! In the distance. It was this alone she needed and so after such, found a place nestled against a knoll in the forestry and it was here she would sleep for days to come.
RE: wing heart - Yakona - April 18, 2025
Black Scar’s eye is pale and pitiless as he passes. He scares her, though she has no tongue to say so— nor would she. In her four weeks of life, Yakona has learned that fear is weakness. Those sniveling and stagnant would be left buried beneath the frozen soil or torn limb from limb in the jaws of their own blood. So behind mother, Yakona is bold, nose lifting to the wind. She stomps after Sivaak with a high tail.
This land belongs to the Saatsine— to the muradoii— for however long they choose to claim it.
RE: wing heart - Talvani - April 18, 2025
talvani moved through the dense, familiar underbrush, her eyes sharp and calculating as she ventured farther from the lands she once called home. the weight of her lineage, both lanzadoii and muradoii, burned in her blood, but it did not anchor her—no, she was free now, unbound by old names and distant ties. the future, her future, had arrived with the winds that guided her to meleys, to the journey ahead.
her eyes drifted to the distant shape of the caribou herd, the magnificent creatures standing tall in the horizon, their antlers a crown to the earth beneath them. she breathed in deeply, the scent of them filling her lungs, and for a fleeting moment, she thought of the shadow of her past life. her family, the blood that ran thick through her veins, and how they had shaped the woman she had become. but none of that mattered anymore. it was the caribou, the land, the future of her pack that mattered now.
talvani's gaze flicked over to meleys as she trudged forward, the weariness in her steps not lost on her. she had seen this before, the exhaustion of the journey taking its toll, but the prize—caribou—would give them what they needed. meleys, though, was tired. and talvani couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy, knowing the weight of this move was not one borne lightly.
but the Saatsine were survivors, and talvani would see that they thrived, one step at a time. the past was behind them. now, it was time to move forward.