@DustyForgotten

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There was only so much one could get done in a day, especially with how the summer sun quickly seemed to wash over the land and set. It was night that loved to drag on and on, but Saturn would use this last bit of light to his advantage.

He had convinced himself that what he was doing was drastically important, but if you were to ask him he'd be unable to answer it. With a stick in his jaws dragging it across a spot where the dirt was soft and occasionally smacking it across the ground with loud cracks and thuds.

This one was definitely a curious one out of his siblings, his mind was normal... enough for someone living in Saboro. His siblings often describing him as the fragile one, the boy with a weak mind and will. All because dear old dad decided to die?? Or run off with his little family, they tried not to talk about it much in front of Saturn. Always afraid of upsetting him, he'd taken it the worst.

The sound of someone's approach had alerted the slab that he wasn't alone, the stick nearly falling from his jaws, the large youth turned then, and faced the COMPLETELY WRONG direction, addressing this stranger. "Hello, would you like to help? I'm making.... Well you see I'm making, uh... uhm... Well whatever it is it's gonna be great."
 

@"Arkyls"

#6b658e

Back in the old kingdom, when he was a small child, the young male had memories of when he left the Temple. If only briefly, remembering when he chased frogs and when life wasn't as fucked up as it was now. Life had dealt his family a shitty blow, an unfair hand, and Saturn wanted some sort of magic capable of reverting things back to how they used to be.

Too bad that ain't going back to how things used to be, those days have come and gone.

There was a bitter seed planted int the boy's heart, one that cried for a father that simply wished not to be here anymore. What's so wrong with the family he created? What's so wrong with our home? Why reject US?! Answers he'd probably never get, and so he'd look for that lost love in the face of everybody else.

On this fine day, he'd be wading in frigid waters, plush fur glittering with beads of water and his mouth opened wide. Honestly, the boy looked kind of strange?? Like a fluffy bear wrapped in a coat of stardust. Jaws snapping at dark shadows that moved in the water, making a whole hell of a lot of noise for someone trying to fish. It was a wonder that the slab hadn't scared the fish off entire.

Ear's flickering to the sound of someone's approach, and the boy turned his head clearly confused. (Saturn, how the fuck can you even see my dude??) Fur ruffling in a pleasant breeze and the sun raining down to make the clear water shimmer. "Please be quiet, I'm trying to fish." The boy said aloud, though in the meantime he was the one crashing and splashing around. "I said plea-" His words cut off as a fish flew from the water and smacked him straight in the head as he was turning to face whomever. It landed with a large splash, soaking him to the bone, and a paw raised to lift his bangs from his eyes. "Oh! Oh, hi. Do you like fish?"

The hot breath of Aschul singed into her back but before the hateful fangs could lock into her rib cage, her new friend came to the rescue. The flurry of yellow and gray of Ivaylo would not go unforgotten but Iaera had promised herself she would not let the slave train of children out of her eyesight and continued on. She could feel a bit of fear rising in her throat but her pain and her rage pushed her onward.

All the speed she had been endowed with was in use, each footfall thundered in her head just like it had the day she found her freedom. Iaera could have never imagined the day she fled that awful camp that she would ever be charging back towards a slaver. (Let alone a pair of them, did she even realize she was outnumbered?) Tiny fangs were bared as she bore down on the pair, somewhat hindered by the clunky nature of the shackled children.

The petite wolfdog would barrel forwards, "Give up now!" Iaera would jump at the end of the tether now, hoping to avoid Aiden and grab the end of the tether. It was hard and harsh, should she be able to grab it she wasn't sure she'd be able to just bite straight through but she could halt the progress. If she was not able to reach the children, then she would aim her strike towards Aiden's back leg, hoping to hit his ankle or damage the muscle.

But if she managed to grab the end of the slave train, the little Whisper knew she wouldn't have time to play delicately or with consideration of how those pups were all tied together. They would just have to forgive her for the violent stop she would do before throwing her weight backwards. If she was lucky the tethers might tear, if not they might be distanced from the pair to flee.

Either way violet eyes burned like they did the day she lost her mother.

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OOC: Set in what was Stoneclaw. Open to any ex-Stoneclaw characters, sabers or anyone who can tell Kobolt what happened here - I figure it is probably general knowledge round these parts.

Byakko had come to see the mounds while his family was either away or busy with other things. He walked the familiar path and reached the willow tree. He paused and felt a smile split his face. It was just as Akutan had said. The two oldest mounds were covered in grass and blue star creepers. It really made it appear as if the land itself honored the dead interred there. He saw the three new mounds, evidenced by their bareness. "Oh, Akutan..." he thought. His heavy paws carried him to Silverstream's mound. "Hello, my love. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to come back." he said, lying down and resting his head on the mound. Tears pricked his eyes and he took a shuddering breath. "Look how old I have become. You should've grown old with me. It was all I desired of you. But alas, a blizzard took you from me. Fate can be so cruel." he said. He rubbed his face in the grass.

The tears ran down his face and through the valleys of his large facial scar. "Not a day has gone by that you haven't been in my thoughts. Even as I found new love in Raka and had four beautiful daughters with her, I never stopped missing or loving you, Silverstream. I sometimes wonder, if fate had been kinder, what sort of life would we have had together? I don't regret anything since your death in that department. My regrets lie elsewhere. Soon, we'll be together again. I know you passed the Black Wolf unharmed and you're waiting for me on the other side. I've had a good life, tumultuous at times, but good. I hope you'll be there to greet me. I know Father, Mother, and Starfire will be. Storm, even. I miss you all. I just wish I knew what happened to your son...Jase. After we were driven out of the Forest, he and Sal went off on their own and I never saw them again." he continued.

Silence fell and a gentle breeze blew through the willow branches. Byakko closed his eyes, his tail coming to wrap around. He thought he could hear someone speaking in the wind but it was so faint, he couldn't make anything out. He took a deep breath and let his memories run wild, remembering long-ago days when he had been younger and had wooed Silverstream. He had been four when they met. She had only been two and had died within a year. Their courtship and life together had been short but still, it had been a good year. Byakko knew his family tended to love hard and he was no exception. Even as Raka grew to be the love of his life, Silverstream was still beloved by him fiercely. He had nothing to be ashamed of there. Raka's memory was gone but she spoke of the one she had been with before him. Both of them had loved and lost and found each other. Soon, they would leave this world together to be with those who went before and their spirits would travel the winds forevermore.

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@Gothy

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Late afternoon sunlight bled deep colors of orange and honeyed yellow through a sky that was creeping toward the twilight hours, a hue of soft pinks that faded into pastel purples and deep indigos speckled with tiny twinkling stars. The forest quiet, but full of hushed life as spring would transition into summer. Crickets began their nightly symphonies to the vocals of peeping frogs. Fireflies took to the air in slow dance with one another, a warm breeze carried on the wind rustled the blooming trees and blades of grass.

As the steady, patient night crawled ever onward, alive with quiet noise, those inside a den slumbered on. They had slept through the daylight hours as well, constantly gripped with this unending feeling of drowsiness. It was only when a breeze brushed against the slender female's face, ruffling fur like a gentle caress, that eyes would open. Blinking and at first unsure of their surroundings, shifting a little she'd feel the growing boy nestled against her side and the wolfdog tensed. Pale eyes glancing down at his dark form, a soft hum of approval to note that her boy hadn't awoken.

A mother's kiss pressed upon his cheek.

She'd look then to the other form that laid by her side, dwarfing her by an immense margin. The Knight, cloaked in blue-blacks and steely white-silvers, tired eyes scanned over his face and she could feel a whine in her throat, though she silenced it all the same. The Apostle would instead run her nose from his cheek into his neck fur. Nuzzling into him, ushering him awake just as the wind had done to her.

Carefully, oh so carefully, the gentle lady would rise, making certain that she didn't disturb the little boy that had curled closely next to her. Looking down at him once more just to make sure he still snored quietly, a smile tugged at tired lips. She turned to the larger male then, heart thrumming in her chest. "Would you, would you like to walk with me?" Came a soft voice, a barely audible whisper, but she knew Templar heard.

They wouldn't go far, she was always so nervous when it came to leaving Cain by himself, but she knew she needed to stretch her legs and that the boy needed his rest. And what better a night to do so? She'd step out from the den, silken tail flowing behind like a sea of curling brown. Fili waited for him to meet her, and she'd bump her shoulder against his as the two would walk side by side. Time it was, and what a time it was. It was, a time of innocence, a time of confidences. A despondency had washed over their broken little family, nothing would ever replace the home they had lost to the fire, but perhaps? They could start anew.

"I can't remember the last time we were able to just go for a walk, with just us two." Words came soft, pale eyes looking to the twilight sky. Everything was different now, nothing would ever be the same. "In my dreams I can still see the fire, the buildings burning, the smell of smoke. It's so vivid." It made her shutter, but clear eyes would look to Templar then, the chivalrous Knight, her gallant protector. "It makes me thankful, thankful that I'm not alone. That we're safe." And that you're here, with me.