Bearclaw Valley pack and forth
All Welcome  May 23, 2020, 04:04 AM
Ico
Ursus
Rainheart
As night choked out its last navy breath and turned to a sparkly white dawn, Ico found himself pacing by a craggy column they called Silverstone, slowly prowling back and forth, back and forth, gazing at nothing but the ground.

The young lad had come to realise that the scent of blood had become the scent of the pack. Most days, he would spend his time exploring the sunlit crannies of Bearclaw Valley, collecting herbs for Evien, writing stories in his head, patrolling the borders, getting to know his packmates, slowly mastering moments of the hunt, and otherwise living a calm, kind life. The type of life that could last.

But more and more now, Ico was becoming savvy to sudden, bloody events taking place just over the hill, or past the river, or under the canopy. Events that he purposefully avoided. He wondered quite how many of these brawls could really be another Santiago Gabriel Arcos strutting purposefully into their ranks in search of a fight. He thought of Merrick's early words to him about violence and death. Had they been literal? What had Merrick's mother really been like? What was that altar actually for? And what of those disturbing rumours about the Bearberries' birth?

As his pacing continued, the youngster felt like his conscience was catching fire.
May 24, 2020, 04:06 PM
Merrick
Ursus
Bruin-witch*
        his fur had grown tangled and dismal; merrick's already lithe frame had lost flesh, and all in the weeks following the birth of the berries. today his hunt had been interrupted by fatigue, and now he turned inward to peruse the long-winded beauty of ursus' being.
        unbeknownst to him, at least two members of the bearish pack were considering all that had happened. in a fog he came upon delicate little ico, and relief sliced across his face with a haunted grin. "hey," he mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. the other was glowingly cherubic as ever, a pure little priest in a den of iniquity. merrick dared not ask what held the boy's mind.

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May 24, 2020, 04:55 PM
Ico
Ursus
Rainheart
He felt like he must've paced a thousand miles before he finally looked up, and there emerged a silhouette that remained a silhouette even in sharp relief. Merrick. After all that had occurred and been so distantly perceived by Ico, he felt a little differently about the one-eyed bear-wolf now. But those new feelings refused to clarify themselves, for they felt... forbidden, somehow. Ico was one of Ursus' founding members, after all. A loyalist.

Wasn't he?

Gosh, are you... are you okay? he asked, wide-eyed, genuinely concerned as he regarded Merrick, who looked like he really had paced a thousand miles. And through brambles and deserts, at that. Ico immediately stifled a wince at his own words, fearful of how undiplomatic his question may have sounded.
May 24, 2020, 07:37 PM
Merrick
Ursus
Bruin-witch*
        "as well as i can be," merrick grunted, longing for the touch of anyone, anything at the moment. "been a long week." an endless span of days, all splashed with blood. he could not recognize the feeling in his gut, only that he had never experienced anything akin to it. 
        in his fitful dreams fraser walked. merrick had not known anyone to plague him once their life had been taken. 
        he focused again upon ico, blinking tiredly. "come with me to the river?" he urged gently, treasuring the pale boy's company as if it were a golden idol he must guard.

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May 25, 2020, 09:56 AM
Ico
Ursus
Rainheart
So concerned was he for the well-being of the man who'd seemed impossible to tumble, Ico's fears were forgotten for now, and he nodded at once. Yes, of course, he breathed, and resumed his pacing — but this time with direction as he padded alongside his wartorn liege.

I suppose you've been to see Evien...? he asked uncertainly. For one strange, unreasonable moment, he became worried for Evien; or at least for the relationship between Merrick and the young healer. After all, Ico knew that Evien, if given the choice, would never let Merrick remain tormented so.