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the mines of moria [cave exploration]

Posted by: Jai - October 29, 2017, 02:50:28 PM - Replies (3)

ooc| i'm so lazy with jai it's painful but here it is guys. this is the cave exploration thread. jai is gonna have everyone kinda convene and given them a silly little safety talk and then partner them up and let them explore. if you wanna find something interesting or unique absolutely go for it as long as it's chill with alphas rick and ethan.
at this point he's already explored some, the main entrance, found the valley and etc just to make sure they are safe before kinda calling gemini in to hang out.

Darkness was his friend in a sincerely non-cliche sort of way, he'd traveled and lived in it all his life, it's familiarity and safety was special to him. He'd found these caves and then had a strange conversation with the blue woman about being able to live in them. It was an entirely new concept to him, but the man was willing to wrap his head around it and accept the oddities of other cultures. After all, one did not learn with a closed mind; only lived with hate and ignorance. He was part of this pack now, this land called Gemini that the people apparently owned from others. That was new too, the idea that one might possess more than was necessary to den themselves. To possess open fields and forests full of trees and posses a full mountain of caves and rocks, what ownership must be exerted to keep such things as possessions? It interested him, and part of him wanted to say he owned the caves and call them his possessions but he wasn't sure that he was able to? The laws and bylaws of ownership of locations was a little blurry to him to Jai simply accepted his self-relegation to the area.

He would watch over them, and keep them safe and standing, explore their depths and they would be his. A gate keeper with glowing red eyes in the dark, a formidable guardian. He paid little attention to the rise and set of the sun, though thankfully it appears his rhythm was nocturnal. The hellion had been up most of the night, edging through the darkness, marking places with claw marks and with his fur to scent in places where even his specialized eyes could not see. Perhaps these Gemini people would want to mark it with fire torches or glow worms, perhaps Jai would have to limit their presence in his darkness... But the man was a social creature and was interested in learning about his new home, since he was one of them he felt some odd obligation to try and befriend them. So he decided he would invite them in to his realm, and allow them to accompany him, to enjoy his caves with him. After all, these caves belonged to Gemini in their strange way of possessing. So did he.

Jai wasn't so sure he liked that, but for now he would concede and try to be a part of this. These were lovely caves, and filled with nothing half as nasty as his family, with beautiful valleys tucked away within them. So his feathered paws moved towards the main entrance, the one he had cleared from the rubble when he met the blue woman. A Ranger she said, interesting title; he'd have to learn more about these titles and what they meant as well. The beast clicked his tongue and began to look out the opening, the sun was just starting to rise, they would be awake soon. Long leather strings and feathers tickling his sides, glowing red eyes blinked softly as he popped out of the cave and perched himself back atop the rock. Long whip-like tail wrapped around his feathered feet, fur on his neck puffed up around him slightly. The man would send out a call, 'all those of Gemini interested in exploring the caves' should arrive promptly. He didn't have time for dilly-dallying; he'd leave stragglers behind. Then the newcomer would close his blood red eyes and wait for anyone interested to approach.

✎ JAI ✎

|✎| gemini |✎|
the scholar
resident cave keeper

"The pen is mightier than the sword..."

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Unsteady [Cassandra]

Posted by: Rhodes - October 28, 2017, 09:09:23 PM - No Replies

RHODES
I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING -- TO FIGHT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE FLYING

It was late into the evening when Rhodes found herself walking toward the rocky shore. Moonlight cast a wan pale glow over the rocky cliffs as she ambled her way along with a slowness that didn’t match the anxious hammering of her heart. The hellion mix lifted her head high, taking a deep breath as the sea breeze ruffled her fur. She had been haunted by troublesome dreams tonight.

It happened upon occasion. It was easy to blame it on a number of factors; poor diet, lack of exercise, lack of socialization - but even understanding the reason would not really soothe her. The piebald yearling felt frantic and particularly anxious tonight.

She picked her way down the rocky cliff, taking her time on the treacherous shale, placing each delicate paw carefully. It would do her no good to slip and break her neck in the middle of the night. She was fairly graceful, but the thought nagged at the back of her mind. An anxious gnat-like thought that joined the buzzing cloud of the other anxious gnat-like thoughts. Even as she reached the bottom it softened but did not vanish - what if she fell on the way back up? What if she ran into something dangerous on the beach and had to flee this direction again?

The lanky youth padded down the beach - the stone gave way to black sand. Somewhat cold, but pleasant beneath her paws nonetheless. Rhodes breathed a heavy melancholy sigh as she looked out over the ocean. Her mismatched ears perked as she focused on the rhythmic sound of the waves in the hope that might ease her anxious mood.

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Psychopharmacology

Posted by: Isaiah - October 28, 2017, 07:40:20 PM - No Replies

Crisis skips over one of the streams from the hot springs and slides into one of the Alchemists' stone towers. "Ey, Isaiah. You got a minute?"
Isaiah flicks one overlarge ear back, not bothering to look away from his work organizing supplies on some of the tower's shelves. "No." One glass jar. One needle. A bundle of cloth. "What do you want."
Crisis reaches back and closes her jaws around the tangle of coiled vines resting loosely around her neck. With one swift motion, she pulls the coil off and drops it unceremoniously to the floor. "Had a thought these might be useful for something. Still green and strong, hard to chew through. Yeah or no?"
Isaiah sighs, his front paws on the shelf, tail hanging limply behind. Listening to her he turns his head back, singular amber eye appraising the coil of vines. "Hm." He walks over to the vines to inspect them. "Bindings are always useful."
Crisis lolls her tongue in a self-satisfied smile. "I gotchur number, Gloomy Gus." She pads over to the shelf he had just been organizing, giving its contents a sniff. "Got anything interesting to show me today?"
Isaiah gives the girl a deadpan, one-eyed stare but doesn't disagree. When she goes to investigate the shelf Isaiah huffs. "Not up there. Those are just items from humans Azuhel brought in." He takes a moment to clear his throat, coughing first slightly and then loudly. "I don't keep anything interesting somewhere patients have easy access to, anyway."
Crisis nods, moving away from the shelf. "Smart. So where do you keep the interesting stuff?"
Isaiah gives the girl a wary look. "Your tone concerns me."
Crisis takes a seat and raises a rear leg to give her neck a scratch where the vine had begun to make it itch. "What can I say, boss? Your house, your rules, but can ya really blame a girl for bein' intarested?"
Isaiah sighs at the display. "No, I suppose not. You'll need to know about some of this anyway, I suppose, once Azuhel sends participants." He gives her a toss of the head, a gesture to follow, as he begins to pad down the hall.
Crisis immediately rises, very interested, and follows him. "Participants for what?"
Isaiah: "Just people to test on. For whatever she wants." He pads down a series of stairs to an iron grate. Grabbing a bar, he gives a sharp tug - but the door wouldn't move from his pathetic strength. He glances over at Crisis expectantly.
Crisis steps up and grabs the bar in her jaws, tugging it the way Isaiah had done but with much more force. This time, the grate swings open, leaving the path clear.
Isaiah: "Mm." Isaiah says noncommittally, about as close to a thanks as Crisis could probably expect. The surgeon walked into the small room and looked around in the shadows. "Grab a torch off one of the walls and come in here if you want to see. But be careful, if you burn my shit I'm going to make you go out and get more of it."
Crisis lets go of the bar and begins looking around for a torch, as directed. "Gotcha," she says by way of understanding, and reaches up to grab a torch in her jaws. The flame is uncomfortably close, and she winces once from the heat, but doesn't complain. Following Isaiah inside, she glaces around, taking in the room.
Isaiah: "Well." The surgeon says with a slight frown, surveying the room. Strange herbs and mushrooms lined the shelves just above eye level, and deep clay pots with round lids lined the edges of the floors - from which could be heard small rustling noises. "Hope it's interesting enough for you. I'm sure it will be more interesting on wolves than rats."
Crisis asks around the torch in her mouth, "What does this stuff do?"
Isaiah gestures to the clay pots. "Various effects. Take a look."
Crisis steps closer to one of the pots, careful of the torch in her mouth, and sniffs it.
Isaiah gives her a raised brow and scoots one of the lids off the pot she's looking at. Inside there is a rat - it hisses and jumps at the sudden light of Crisis's flames. It's mouth foams with spittle and flecks of blood and it is covered in wounds, presumably self inflicted. Trying and failing to scurry up the smooth side of the pot, and slavers at the two wolves.
Isaiah: "Hm."
Crisis cocks her head to the side. "What's wrong with it?"
Isaiah: "A reaction to the drugs."
Isaiah: "I've been testing a few things." He slides the lid back over the pot, and scoots past his student to another pot, sliding off the lid carefully and peering down. "This one is a promising sedative."
Crisis follows her mentor over to the other pot, minding the flame, and looks down to see what's inside.
Isaiah eyes the flame warily but returns to looking at the rat inside. It looked blearily up at the two wolves, docile and still and soundless.
Isaiah: "What do you think?"
Crisis thinks for a moment, watching the rat. "Useful. What are the dosages like? It's something they ingest?"
Isaiah: "Ingested, yes. Though it might work with injection too, I haven't tested."
Crisis grins around her torch. "Very cool. And we're getting wolves to test these on? Good thing I brought those vines, then!"
Isaiah frowns at her excitement. "Suppose so." He pauses and considers her. "I guess since you've been doing a lot of work around here I can start to train you on how to do some of these tests."
Crisis grins wider. "Really? That would be lovely! When can we start? Today?" Her tail starts to wag.
Isaiah sighs. "Don't sound so fucking eager." He slides the lid back onto the clay pot, sentencing the animal back to darkness. "We can do it tomorrow, they've already had doses today. I generally have replicates of six, so I've only got two trials going on right now." He says gesturing to the twelve pots around the edges of the room.
Crisis rolls her eyes at his admonishment, and continues to look eager. "Have they all had the same reactions? Any variations in response? How long have these trials been going so far?" So many questions, so little time!
Isaiah: "These trial have only been going for a few days, shit's potent." He says gesturing for her to head back out to the hall. "Variation is normal in these types of experiments, but the sedative has had a pretty stable response. The aggression-inducing drug has been a bit more volatile. One subject died and another had a much less pronounced aggression affect."
Crisis nods, absorbing the information. "Might do more rat tests for the aggro drug before we do wolves, just for more data? Also...might need cells for the wolf test subjects."
Isaiah: "No shortage of cells in Alteron." He says darkly.
Crisis nods. "At least we've got that going for us. This'll be exciting! How much longer do these rat trials have before we begin the next ones?"

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imagine, things finally settling [absinthe]

Posted by: Indigo - October 28, 2017, 06:55:35 PM - Replies (4)

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#5e716a
song inspo
Did you get enough love my little dove?

The rolling greenery gave way to bluffs that met an endless stretch of ocean, and that crashed against the rocks with a fierceness that was both horrifyingly powerful as well as beautiful. The darkling female had often found herself walking along the jagged cliffs, letting the sea breeze brush against her fur, before heading back to the heartland to shake the salt from her fur.

She had been in Gemini for what seemed like years? Losing track of time and becoming so closed off, fearful of the contact from others. A vengeful, hateful father had turned her away from such wants. To think the lack of love from both parents had always left her longing for something, but Indy had never quite known what it was. There was hope within far off fantasy of a life where things were quite as bad as they were, when she wasn't like this... Franky was there and Indigo wasn't so hollow.

You are still here, you are still happy, you are still smiling and laughing , you are still the only thing and everything I need in my life.

But those seemed so far away and out of reach now, she wasn't that person. She could never be what anyone wanted or needed, she was just... her. A golem, spanning the stars to find a place that fit within her empty heart. Fleeing one parent's home to find no refugee in the other's. Physically another continent, emotionally another head space, mentally I'm not even here. Nothing's changed.

Bi-colored eyes would catch sight of another figure though, one of familiar colors and she'd pause with fear pricking at her spine and eating away at her. Those colors reminding her of a mother long lost, but Indigo's legs had a mind of their own and she'd move forward with carefully calculated steps until she was close enough for the other to hear. "Absinthe." Her own voice sounded grating even to her, and she quieted for a moment, but the sudden urge to make contact... why? "It's- It's been awhile."

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deep in the meadow, under the willow [xenia!]

Posted by: ame - October 28, 2017, 06:45:13 PM - No Replies

They had been given permission to stay in their territory while the Inarians gathered for the return trip. Ame appreciate the break - he would need to wrap his hands for the journey back, as he should have done on the journey in. They were sore, aching, but it wasn’t the worst that they had ever been.

And it didn’t stop him from wandering the territory with stars in his eyes, trying to take in everything he could.

He thought it was beautiful here - the trees were amazing, petals so soft he could stuff a pillow with them and sleep for ages. The scent of honeysuckle lingered on everything, and it was so quiet. Gemini was quiet too, but that depended on where you were. It was just… peaceful, here, like a little piece of the world that had been left untouched.

The small hellion didn’t know anything about Inaria, though, or the people in it, and tried to keep in mind that first impressions were hardly what they seemed. He kept a wary eye out, trusting that he and his companions were safe but still being cautious. After all, he was so small.

The Acolyte curled up under a low hanging willow, enshrouded by those beautiful lavender buds and took his pack off. He pulled a long length of cloth from within before pulling the drawstrings closed and setting it aside. Then he set about wrapping his fingers and hands, practicing the motions so he’d be able to do it quick in case they decided to leave in a hurry. He wanted to be faster - he hated being such a burden on his companions.

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[GTA font] w a s t e d [/font]

Posted by: Leaf - October 28, 2017, 06:23:53 PM - No Replies

The wound was beginning to fester. They'd been wary to take the wooden stake from her leg, and the blood had congealed around it, skin turning a vague shade of yellow, pus building up in the wound. Weight bearing was near impossible due to pain, and Leaf limped alongside Llewellyn, for once allowing him to take some of her weight. Blood was still matted in her pale fur, both down her leg and on the side of her head where she'd hit the rock. Dehydration had begun to set in, and her tongue lolled from her mouth with each wobbly step she took.

Even a few days after the fall - just how many, Leaf wasn't sure- her head still throbbed. The atmosphere between the four was bleak and tense, and she was too conscious that the most formidable of the group were the most injured. They wouldn't stand much of a chance should they run into someone unfavourable. She placed her foot on the ground, gingerly, testing the pain. Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, and she clenched her teeth to try and hold back the whimper of pain. Ducking her head, her cheeks burned. There was some sense of shame in being injured. How could she protect those she'd always promised to protect? Knowing that she must be scaring Rorschach rather than reassuring him made her heart ache, and thoughts that she'd evaded for months began to make a comeback.

Useless.
Inhale.
Inadequate
Exhale.

Golden eyes flicked across to her brother, the stress written across his face. After everything he'd faced, he didn't need to be lost in a desert. He didn't deserve to die, not here. Not so far away from home, slowly and in pain, with those who loved him most unable to help him. She grimaced.

"We should find water," she rasped, lifting her head enough to look at Llewellyn. They wouldn't survive long without it, and they needed to keep moving. Eventually they'd turn up somewhere, surely, and they'd be able to find their way home, or someone with the means to heal their wounds and fix their broken spirits. Her eyes found Spider, then Rorschach, and then Llewellyn.

"We'll be okay."

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daddy's home

Posted by: Azuhel - October 28, 2017, 05:32:36 PM - Replies (3)

Azuhel x crow fam prp
Deadline: November 4th

What is joy?

Is it the incredible tingle that curls through your belly? The bubbling urge to laugh, sending sounds spiraling upward toward a star dotted sky? Was it that restless feeling? The need to move and dance, to leap through fields of green and howl? Was it explosive? All consuming? The sort of emotional sensation to blast one into oblivion and thoughtless action? Or could it be quieter, a mild contemplative sense of contentment and perfection?

What did it matter, in the end, so long as one was having fun? So long as they felt complete in a way that could barely be described?

Azuhel was not complete but she was joyous, filled with a manic sort of energy that had her hustling her younger children out of the cathedral (under the watchful eye of Umbra or any wayward husbands about) and giving a haunting howl to her much older ones.

come to me, children, mommy has a need for you

And once they arrived—and they best arrive, for certain—she’d usher them within to introduce them to their father.

Crow, who had yet to be given his gifts of gratitude.

“Loves,” Azuhel drawled, her steps light—nearly bouncy—as she stalked a tight circle around a bound wolf of muck and grim. He was balanced on the edge of the pit, that place they had gathered so many moons ago to speak bluntly over Gideon’s little naïve head.

Now, they would show what they’ve learned to another.

“You know what to do.” She huffed, her gaze narrowed upon their brood, “Show your father what you’ve learned.”

Utilize the tools of your birthright, the crackling flame, the torches, and the coal resting ever so innocently at the bottom of that pit.

“He’s hungry, I’m sure. Blood for the blood gods, ‘n all that.”

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and I'll sing you to me [richter]

Posted by: julie - October 28, 2017, 05:18:36 PM - No Replies

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”You'll find it in the vermilion sky
blazing brighter than passion pure;
stopping the world gears, of rat-race routine,
and turning a thousand rusty necks Heavenward

Where minds silently unhinge
(for a moment)
And fear itself begins to cringe
(for a moment)

When faced with childlike wonder
blind eyes will see.
A rejuvenating spark
this freedom can be.”

She remembered, so long ago, the words of her brother, long gone. The vanishing act, the reappearance, and he lorded of his freedom. The release that comes with nothing. He tried to shed his chains and he tasted that golden liquor that blinded his gaze from the truths, fattened him with a lie.

He had not truly been free. He just pretended. He might as well have died.

Julie hadn’t understood then. She’d scoffed, rolled her eyes and let the tale loom tall. She’d just been happy to see him there, in the flesh. Present and with her, no longer a ghost from her memories. She hadn’t been alone.

The long-dead flame of Tortuga stands in the early morning smoke, green eyes aglow in flame. She steps with soft but calloused paws through soot and ash, into embers, unfeeling. Years had killed whatever nerves she may have had in her feet but she imagines she feels the warmth still, that sweet kiss that always seemed so friendly in its hello. The flames were shallow and Julie blew them into licking tongues with a breath, grinning as she walked past.

The controlled burn was almost at an end. The black land would meet and, combined, die. But a little strip of dead land and trees existed between still, and Julie stepped into it with a pleased little hum. She walked that green land and hummed quietly to herself, a song someone sung to her so far away in her dreams.

It would revive come the spring, stronger than ever. This dead land rejuvenated, razed to nothing and reincarnated.

Sometimes to create, one must first destroy.

Julie had learned that lesson well, and she had destroyed her old home and escaped from the chains her brother had never managed to shed.

She had true freedom her brother had never known.

She loved it.

The world was so much bigger than Tortuga could ever know and it was whatever she wanted. The far ocean, where she’d swam with whales and ate seals, collected their blubber for fire, where she vanished into snow dens she’d built in blizzards. To the wall of teeth, the vultures and the bears, the cliffs and the heights, where she’d stolen an eagles eggs and feasted under the bright full moon. She’d gone past the Fringe and seen things that no one had ever known before, riches and gold that would leave her old friends back home salivating in envy.

She had travelled and she was free.

She wishes Estavan could see her.

Julie gazes easily through the curling smoke as it clings to her pale fur, and she smiles so easily here. When she returns to this land she’ll see the fruits of her work and roll in the life she created. The flowers will sprout first from the black, she doesn’t know what kind, but they’ll be beautiful, and she’ll pick them and send her well wishes to her family on the petals.

She thinks of them, now and again, that family she’d left behind. Dixie, her children, Tripp, Destiel, Shark, Wraith. Raikov. Sometimes, when the fire isn’t enough to warm her, she thinks of their smiles, them calling her name, dancing around fires and singing songs, strong brew in their stomachs and their minds alight with wants and dreams. There were hard times, awful times, hate and rage and greed that drove her away. Broke her heart.

So far away, it doesn’t hurt so much, and she can remember them with all the love she had for them.

She walks along that strip of land between two fires and sings to those flowers, kissing them goodbye and bidding them come her return, they will be so much happier than when she left.

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the mother we share [lucina]

Posted by: Kaolin - October 28, 2017, 05:11:35 PM - Replies (4)

#dc143c
song inspo
It doesn't get worse, it doesn't get better
You just get old, it lasts forever

The sky bled bright red, the cloud outlined with hints of orange, pink, and yellow; the sun creeping steadily over the rolling hills and mountain side. Hello new day, hello new me. He hadn't arrived to Gemini with the others, he had dragged his heels and relished his freedom so greedily that he allowed his mother and siblings to go on without them. He didn't want to be there when his mother found their father, he couldn't be there for any of them to lean against.

But he was here now, late and disappointed just like he was sure the rest of them were at him. "Lucy, get up." He croaked, his voice scratchy from sleep. "Come on." He'd nudge his face into the sleeping form of his sister until she finally stirred, eyes wide and glaring, but he didn't think much of it. Motion his head out of the den, and his large form would briskly walk out. Pacing outside as he waited, the sun's light stretching across the grass and causing the dew to sparkle.

She was uncharacteristically quiet as she pushed against him, stretching and resting against his form, exchanging warmth before she'd pull at his cheek fur and push past him. They walked that morning, till they'd got to the boarders, till she had taken him to that spot she knew he wanted to see it. "This is where it happened?" He asked, his voice soft yet still a firmness to. Kaolin didn't exactly expect her to answer, she'd been through enough and though the scene had cleared up nicely, not a trace or stain, there was a residual smell of old irony blood.

"Let's go see Pa's grave. Come on, you can bring flowers if you like." If it would make you feel better, he hadn't seen it. Perhaps he was too afraid to stand before his father in silence, too afraid of whatever emotion that would happen and he wouldn't be able to control it. But here they were, a mound covered with new sprouting grass and headed by a stone. Why do we bury our dead? "L-Lu... Lucy. I'm awfully sorry, I should have been there, I coulda done something." In truth he'd probably couldn't have stopped his mother, she probably would have killed him like she had nearly done to Khanda and Sai, but the immense guilt he felt for just leaving his family. "I'm the man of the family now, it's my responsibility to look after you and Terrie and Ma." He felt his words start to waver,and the snot begin to leak from his nose as his eyes watered up.

"I fucked up, Lu, I fucking fucked up."

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it's a bitch convincing people to like you [jasel]

Posted by: ame - October 28, 2017, 04:37:47 PM - Replies (1)

JASEL Wrote:Jasel had been residing in Gemini for a certain length of time before he learned what everyone else of note that he had previously encountered had neglected to inform him: that the prince was dead, murdered by intruders on the border, and the entire pack was still in an uproar.

It was the matter-of-fact way this information had been relayed that catapulted him over the edge into full-blown panic -- that apparently after he woke up in the middle of what was essentially a war zone, nobody had thought to debrief him on the massive fucking security breach. Jasel had slept through the heir's assassination like a Disney princess.

The conversation had gone as such:
"Why are you building that huge wall out of rocks and shit? That's dumb."
"Because my brother, who was also the prince, is dead and people from the outside killed him."
"What the FUCK why didn't anyone TELL ME?!?"

Give or take some embellishments. So thanks to this fateful encounter, Jasel was armed with two handy pieces of info: Gemini was building a wall for some reason and the prince was dead. Needless to say, this revelation had gone a long way in influencing his outlook towards this... place he had been waylaid in. His luck was unbelievable. What the hell did all of this mean? Was this place dangerous? And here he was thinking that things were looking up.

"Ugh," Jasel huffed. He folded his paws over his face and tried to breathe out the mounting headache that was building in his skull.

Gemini was dangerous, but he knew through experience that the outside world was even more dangerous. Even in the face of this unwelcome news, Jasel found his current squatting grounds to be preferrable to the unpredictable, hostile, axe-murderer-filled outlands. No matter where he went, it seemed as if all he found was different flavors of dogshit.

Good thing he was bouncing soon.

ooc: if jasel learns about tauro's death through different IC means in threads liquid timed prior to this one, i'll change this post!!! i got permission from rip to have akira tell him.

AME Wrote:Ame was building the wall.
 Well, he was trying to, anyways. There were quite a few of them working on it, especially after the attack, when the need for more protection became urgent. He had tried his best, picking the strongest stones, stacking them closely together as it grew taller and taller.

He was looking for more rocks now - collecting them onto a small little sled that he’d found. Ame couldn’t put too much weight on it, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to drag it, but it worked better than putting them all into a sack or putting them all back one by one.

Ame was interrupted from his mindless rock search by the sound of a groan. The acolyte put his head up, long ears rotating, looking for the source only to catch the form of a large wolf he recognized.

He hesitated a moment, before quietly calling out, "Jasel?” He was pretty sure that was his name, and he approached slowly. "Are you okay?” Concerned pink eyes looked up at the much larger wolf, tail brushing the grass quietly. The last time he had seen him, he’d been in bad shape. He did look much better now, but that didn’t mean that he was okay.