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son - Chaudry - October 06, 2025
The oceans were growing colder by the day. Battered by wind and high tides, his isolated prison at sea had reminded him for each hour that passed, until as the sun began to rise on what felt like months ago (though it had only been a day) his head lifted to see calm waters and the distant shore.
He was thin now, unrecogniseably so. It was felt worse than before as he stood damp and unfed on the shore. What would maman think of him now? Would she think anything at all? He half expected her to come running over the hills as she had so many times before, but for all of his clouded thoughts and forgotten memories he still knew how she had moved on. There was nobody here for him; not brothers, nor aunts or grandmothers, certainly not his sons or daughter.
Coughing up ocean water, he stumbled into the sand. Turning his gaze to what remained of the head of the pelt which hung over him, he managed a smile.
Au moins je t'ai, Phobos.The herbalist had been through it all with him. Phobos had never left his side. They had forgiven each other for their crimes, talked through long nights, and when bugs began to chew at skin that smelled of rot he had found a way to keep Phobos close to him forever.
Everything he knew of himself now came from stories they shared. It was how he remembered his own name. Chaudry de Cigue. That was who he was, who he wanted to return to.
RE: son - Foxglove - October 06, 2025
In all her travels, no sight had ever frozen her in place quite the way this one did. A wolf, or something that had once been a wolf; now a walking corpse wreathed in the scent of rot. He wore... something. Fox didn't want to think too hard about it.
Uhhhh,she managed after several seconds of staring.
You good, dude?She swallowed hard, thinking to herself that that was a stupid question. Obviously he wasn't good at all. But what else could she say?
RE: son - Chaudry - October 06, 2025
A question hit his ears that prompted a hot breath from his now open maw. How could he not be "good"? What about him suggested that he was not alright? Eyes borrowed from his mother flicked to a wolf stood startled, and straightened him to his full size.
The end of his tail curled, his smile fading.
The water was cold.It had chilled him to his core, and looking down at skinny legs Chaudry felt sure that it must have taken his figure too.
He needed to find something to eat. His stomach felt squeezed, twisted and shrunken. He would rather eat pure carrion than tolerate it any longer.
RE: son - Foxglove - October 07, 2025
She blinked once. Twice. No, he was definitely being serious. Foxglove shot a furtive glance over her shoulder as if hoping someone else might show up — but no such luck. So she turned her dark eyes back to the man and swallowed.
Yeah, it's uh-humhh... pretty nippy out there today,she agreed, voice high and thin with stress.
So you're just, uh, just out for a swim then?She felt a little lightheaded, as if she might faint.
RE: son - Chaudry - October 07, 2025
Chaudry eyed her for a moment longer before whispering to the head of Phobos.
Selon vous, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec celui-ci?He whispered.
Turning his head forward, he lurched before seeming to vomit up sea water.
No.. I don't swim.He mumbled in response, before Chaudry, who hadn't considered himself light-headed, fell to his side on the sand where he did faint.