Dragoncrest Cliffs Where we break when our hearts are strong enough
All Welcome  January 06, 2019, 12:40 PM
Ephraim
Dragoncrest Cliffs
Skayona
The morning after the great storm, Ephraim sat at the highest point of the territory, staring out at the tempestuous sea with his tail flicking nervously behind him. The clouds were still dark and heavy, though the worst of the gale had passed. The cliffs were slick and dotted with new puddles; it had proven a precarious climb even for the surefooted Skayona. His hackles were still ruffled with energy from the evening before and anyone who knew him would notice he was jumpier than usual, as if poised on the edge of falling into a panic attack.

But he was as composed as he possibly could be, given the circumstances, and his eyes were darting across the sky and choppy horizon purposefully. The wind was bearing south-west now at a swift clip, carrying the storm away along the coast. It rifled through his fur and bit at the healing laceration on his nape, reminding him that there were other storms sure to come in the form of fangs and fur. If not the sky's snarling clangor, then the clash of teeth. Drageda would come out as they always did, Ephraim felt certain of that, but his nerves were frayed with worry. Nightmares still plagued him and his eyes were sunken with lost sleep. He found they were less now, maybe every other night instead of every night; in time they would be gone, he hoped.

And Drageda would still be standing, as it always had.

Trigedasleng · Common
January 15, 2019, 12:26 AM
Easy
Dragoncrest Cliffs
Rauna
What had happened at the battle - Easy didn't hold it against the boy. The wounds given to her by the seal-pointed woman were more severe and rankled her far worse. Yet, in any fight, Easy found herself unable to fully hate her enemy. They were all just teeth and fur, bones and meat. What one wolf did to another - Easy didn't know whether or not their sins would all equal out in the end, but it was comforting to think that they were all just doing what they thought they needed to. And Easy didn't concern herself with them; they would live their lives, and she would live hers in kind. And it was not the way of her father, but Easy was comfortable disregarding their lives in order to live her own.

But those wolves were not her own. Ephraim was, and she wondered if the altercation hadn't affected him rather more. Seeing him there on the precipice, she thought she'd found her answer. "Ephraim?" she called out in as even a tone as she could manage, not wanting to startle him.

ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
January 15, 2019, 05:46 PM
Ephraim
Dragoncrest Cliffs
Skayona
And though she spoke in a clear and quiet tone, Ephraim spooked so badly that he slipped and tumbled off the cliff, smashing his head on the rocks below.

Ha, ha, no he didn't. He almost did, though, with one forepaw slipping into thin air and causing him to lurch frighteningly. With his heart hammering wildly, he backpedaled away from the edge and sunk down, weighed by how close he'd come to facing his own mortality. More than once recently. He could have died in the fighting, too, with how he'd lost his head. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him before now that he wasn't invincible. Drageda was invincible, having never lost a fight with anything less than Mother Nature herself, but her warriors were not.

Easy was one of the last wolves he wanted to come face-to-face with, but he forced himself to meet her eyes, and his buckled with shame. How had he mistaken her for some idiot that had plunged into the fray outnumbered three to one? She looked nothing like that. Her silver coat was brushed thickly with dark shades of grey all over; she wasn't solid silver like his attempted assailant. There was no resemblance at all.

I... he said, with his tongue rough as sandpaper in his mouth, I'm sorry, I... Everyone's faces just kind of... melted off... and I couldn't recognize anyone anymore. I thought you were one of them. I swear I'm not a traitor. It all came out in a tumble. He didn't know that their enemies had claimed he was their kin—he'd been long gone by that point and had heard nothing of it, though his subconscious had certainly registered it—but this conclusion of his seemed obvious even without that knowledge. He'd attacked one of his own. That made him a traitor, didn't it? Surely his pack mates thought so, but as he hung his head, his champagne eyes were desperately lit with the hope that maybe she wouldn't hate him, and hadn't come to tell him he was to leave.

Trigedasleng · Common
January 16, 2019, 12:13 AM
Easy
Dragoncrest Cliffs
Rauna
Thank you for the heart-attack this morning. Let me repay you with a shitty mix post.
Easy nearly had a heart-attack, too. When she saw Ephraim slip, she surged forward a step or two, concern and horror writ briefly across her youthful features. But the boy quickly righted himself, so she was able to breathe a sigh of relief and compose herself once more.

"Ephraim, please calm down. I forgive you," she said firmly, mostly because she could tell that the boy wanted to be forgiven. And she was a bit miffed at having been caught up in the friendly fire, but she hardly thought it was his fault that a boy his age had been welcomed into a fight that way. It was to be expected, wasn't it? "Things got scary. I was scared, and I've seen some pretty wild things." Well, not really. She'd been in a few scuffles, but nothing serious. Nothing like that. But she still believed that an older wolf was - generally - better equipped to handle such a thing than a wolf Ephraim's age. He hadn't even seen a full year, and they expected him to go to war?

And yet, Easy knew (or thought she knew) that none of them had expected war.

ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier