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All Welcome  January 11, 2019, 03:49 PM
Firefly
Rusalka
Eta
The route leading to and from the beach was a twisting slope that took wolves near the Blackpine, but it was their only way off of the beach and packland proper, lest you shatter yourself on the rocks by going out to sea. Rather than kill himself by trying to swim right this moment, Firefly had decided to test his body's capabilities by patrolling the forest on the fringe of their claim — but that meant scaling the slopes, which had always been a struggle for him with his limp.

As Firefly approached the well-worn path he caught the scent of a few people he did not recognize and felt his spine bristle, but there was the ever-present mark of Caiaphas and Illidan too, and he reminded himself to be less of an asshole for the time being. If he was going to get better and prove himself capable of defending their home (if further battles commenced) then he'd have to focus himself. For now, he would focus on climbing to the dark forest.
January 13, 2019, 08:50 PM
Illidan
Rusalka
Epsilon
the boy could scent firefly on the chilling breeze that brushed through the pack. he thought for a moment to simply allow the sun-touched male to have his peace and quiet. when his limbs became too antsy and his mind seemed to chatter endlessly, the young ghost turned toward where he could scent the scarred male and began searching for his figure. the path led the boy toward the blackpine, and so he followed willingly. his lengthy limbs granted him a good advantage on speed. he imagined that the slopes were difficult for firefly because of his limp, but he was impressed to find him up ahead and trucking along well enough.
 
illidan set out at a canter and chuffed to get the dark male’s attention. when he had neared the brute, he slowed his pace drastically and offered the sun-touched brute a soft smile. his hawkish gaze searched the features of the man, wondering how he was doing after their battle on the cliffside. “hey firefly, how are you doing?” the young ghost inquired in a haunted tone.
January 14, 2019, 01:08 PM
Firefly
Rusalka
Eta
He didn't make it very far before his more recent wounds began to twinge with pain, and the hitch in his gait slowed him further. It was just as well — Firefly was not in the right state of body (nor of mind) to go traipsing along within that forest. He couldn't even make it up the slope without feeling like he was tearing his wounds open fresh.

Hey Firefly, called out a voice from behind him, punctuated by the staccato beat of steps as the boy closed distance; Firefly turned in time to hear the question, but glanced back towards the slope that loomed ahead of himself and let out a sigh. His breath formed a small puff in the winter air but dissipated quickly, almost like the last vestiges of his effort leaving his body. I've been better, he begrugingly replied.

Not that Illidan would want to bask in his weakness with him, or anything. Firefly shrugged his broad wound-wrought shoulders. You'd think a hill would be easy as shit, but — he stared off at the distant path as it wound away from him in to the mist, and huffed again.
Yesterday, 12:45 PM
Illidan
Rusalka
Epsilon
the man turned his head back and fixed illidan with an expression that caused a twinge of guilt to pierce the boy's heart. firefly had vowed that he would do anything to protect caiaphas and the wildling. in turn, the young ghost had offered his own body to ensure that the sun-touched man would remain safe. in the heat of the war, illidan could hardly recall what he had done or for what reason. all that he could remember clearly was the image of his brother fighting on the other side. it still caused his stomach to clench in disgust, but he did not share these things with his present company.

“i think we've all been better,” the wildling returned with a ghostly little smile on his dark lips. he approached the male on his left side and offered a soft wag of his tail. then, he glanced up the hill that had been the aim of the man and he breathed a heavy sigh. his own wounds found that the slope was more than it was worth. he wondered if firefly had the same penchant for pushing himself beyond his capabilities as illidan did.

another heavy sigh seemed to rattle his bones within him and sent a shiver down the length of his youthful limbs. the ghost fixed his gaze on the other male. a haunting expression had made a home on his dark features – one that was too much for how young he was. “we'll do it together,” he offered with a firm nod of his crown. it might have seemed insurmountable when alone, but there was something to be said for the strength that could be offered from a pack mate.
Yesterday, 02:47 PM
Firefly
Rusalka
Eta
The moments where he was alone were the worst. He'd spend them contemplating the battle - trying to bring any piece of it to the forefront of his mind. Force clarity on to the blur of circumstances that remained. He recalled some of the words shouted between the opposing forces. Caiaphas' voice the most familiar, so the most solid in his mind. Wolves pinned to the dirt, or snapping and countering and wheeling about. Himself being rushed by a golden shape — but each time he tried to think of that shape, it was amorphous. It wasn't canine enough to be familiar, but it wasn't anything he knew either. It was better now, with Illidan standing with him. They could hurt together and Firefly could forget about it all rather than dwell and speculate. He wanted to know why he didn't remember his side of the fight, but something was blocking him and for now, he'd have to let it be.

We'll do it together, Illidan remarked, and for a split-second Firefly thought the boy was privy to his thoughts and internalized confusion; but he looked where the boy was glancing, and refocused his mind on the task that had drawn him over here to begin with. The slope. He nods, and after positioning himself alongside Illidan, uses him as a crutch as he tries to climb the hill again — Sisyphus and his boulder.