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(This post was last modified: August 30, 2018, 12:34:44 AM by Roderik.)

He had given the healer of the wolves time to care for his wounds. The arrows had been removed, painfully so for the ones whose shaft had broken under his flesh. He had grit his teeth, refusing to take any of the herbs offered to him for the pain. The suffering was a lesson to be learned, just as Taverin's death had been. He swallowed his pride, his pain, and his tears... there would be time to grieve later. When the healer applied the salve to his open wounds, the sabre breathed easier. The moment it was done, he stood up again much to the dismay of the one who had cared for him. He had thanked the healer, but there would be no arguing against him. Taverin still lay at the border and awaited the final rites. He couldn't keep him waiting too long for fear his soul would wander, get lost, and become a ghost. The journey back to the border was easier for the absence of the projectiles in his flesh, but he was tired and once or twice on the way he had stopped to catch his breath. When he arrived back to the site of Taverin's death, he found him laying there as before and beside him lay the one who had promised to watch over him.

"Thank you... it means a lot to me for you to have done this."

Glancing from the golden furred wolf back to Taverin, he swallowed the emotions that returned to him. His sight was pulled towards the spear still caught in his brother's chest. His heart swelled with anger, and his claws came out to grip at the earth beneath his paws... until he caught himself again. Looking away, he gathered himself, calming his flaring temper. The humans had just been protecting their home... he would have done the same. Roderik was wise enough to see, that the strength of heart he needed to overcome this trial was more important than the strength of his claws for the cause of revenge. Looking back to the spear, he frowned and moved towards it, clasping it within his strong jaws. Though he knew the weapon no longer caused his friend pain, he could not bare to see it stuck within him any longer. With a paw against Taverin's shoulder,  Roderik pulled out the spear. Holding it within his jaws he bit down until he crushed it. It fell in two at his feet, it's splintered pieces scattering about.

Looking up to the trees nearby, Roderik remembered Taverin's gaze going to them in awe despite his pain. He had loved those trees, and so he thought to lay him to rest beneath one of these gentle giant's watchful gaze. Silently, he prepared the grave. There usually would have been certain herbs laying at the bottom, but he knew not which herbs this forest could provide or where to find them. Still, he tried as best as he could to keep to the customs and gathered some tall grass to place there instead. Water from their home should have been poured on his forehead to remind him of where they had come from, and where his spirit must go. Morning dew remaining on a nearby flower was all he could find, and he hoped somehow that it would do. Pressing his forehead against Taverin's, he shared in the water that wet his fur, a reminder that he would one day cross the great divide as all living things would.

"Taverin... Proud sabre of Stoneclaw, Son of Cay and Erurru, Your time has come to cross the great divide and join our ancestors beyond the sea of stars." His voice broke then, his tears mixing with the dew on their fur. "You left us too soon my friend... May your spirit find it's way to those who await you. Until we meet again."

His strength ebbed as he continued his work. It was backbreaking, where several of his kind usually participated in this event, he was alone to do what needed to be done. He worked so that some of the wounds at his back began to bleed through the herbs that the healer had applied on them. As Taverin now lay below the earth, Roderik stood there with a sense of utter loss. What was he to do without him? Where was he to go? Home had never been a land, it had been a heart and it was gone now.  His eyes filled with sorrow, he raised high his right paw with his sharp claws fully extended and brought it down on the front of the tree with all the strength he was able to muster. The bark split with a great noise, his claws leaving great gashes in the wood beneath. This marked the resting place of his brother in arms. So long as the tree stood, it would bear it's mark; so deep it was that it would never heal. Roderik felt his heart would be the same... forever marked with Taverin's death. He felt the pangs of guilt strangling him and stepped away with difficulty.

He would stay in the garden where he had been brought until the wounds at his back had healed.
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ooc: There's a sabre in the garden! Anyone joining the thread must do so in the time frame of a day or two after the events of this post. You might walk into the garden to stumble on a sleeping Roderik, or actually follow his scent there, but at this point its a day or two after Taverin's death/burial and Roderik is resting in the garden. Anyone may join! I'd love to see troublesome pups seeing a sabre for the first time! or anyone really. Let's just have fun <3
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Dad had said there was a saber in the healers garden and that Felix should stay away...

"So you're the saber Dad was talking about, huh?" Felix said by way of a greeting, walking around the huge orange shape. It gave him a sudden new found respect for his Dad, Felix had kinda always thought Blaise was bragging or exaggerating in all his war stories. Now he saw what they had been up against - Dad had fought one of those and lived?! Alright Dad! He whistled and shook his head. "Damn. No wonder they nearly lost the war." Wait. No. Don't mention the war.

He quickly changed the subject. "I came to see the three legged guy - Wanted to tell him thanks and that for the paw." He waved the paw in question at Roderick just so it didn't seem like he had only come here to gawk at the cat... Which was absolutely the reason he was here. While he wasn't ungrateful he wasn't one to say thankyou to anyone with out being elbowed by one of his parents.

He took in the injuries that laced the cats back, they were healing now but still looked angry and a bit raw in places, it made him wince, he was not good with pain or gore. He swallowed. "That's gotta hurt." The thorn in his paw had been bad enough, the skin on his back pricked at the thought of how it must feel to get stuck by an arrow.

His gaze scanned the dinner plate sized paws that made his own feet feel like dainty little things in comparison. "Are you kinda average sized for one of you guys?" He wanted to know next, feeling that, since he had gotten his plausible excuse in early, it was open season for questions. This totes counted as part of his Elite Guard training, if anyone asked he was basically doing a reaserch project on the enemy for extra credit.

"You are a Stoneclaw saber, right?" He checked - Best be sure he was studying the right subject, sabers from elsewhere might be different, bigger, or smaller, or less orange, or something. Blaise -Probably thinking it didn't need mentioning, seeing as Felix wasn't supposed to be talking to the cat in question- had not mentioned their ancient enemies decimation, or any dead brothers, or anything bad happening short of him having had a run in with some humans, thus him being in the healers garden. So Felix was blissfully ignorant of his inconsiderate line of questioning. Bringing up an desecrated homeland to one of its few survivors was a bit too insensitive even for him.












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Mind if I join in? It would be interesting for Birch to meet with a saber.


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@Birch Yes please <3


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Trill would totally disobey dad to go meet a big cat.



         
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@Trillium do iiiiit


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He had let the healers care for his wounds, and he had accepted whatever food they could provide him with the mindset that he would repay their kindness someday. How though? He really wasn't sure for the moment.

The place at which they had allowed him to stay was almost as beautiful and fascinating as the purple forest itself. There was a soft fragrance in the air from a variety of plants, even at this time of year. It looked as though someone had planned this place... There was a sense of design to the placement of every bush and flower and stone, and even the pond; but that couldn't be, right? Who could decide where something grew? It just wasn't nature's way.

He found himself wishing Taverin could see this for himself. Many a moments during the times he lay awake, he wished his brother was beside him and then he was reminded of the cruel reality of things. Perhaps it would have helped to have someone to talk to, but most wolves seemed to give him a wide berth. Probably something to do with the history of their people and the differences between them. Still, a distraction would have been appreciated; something to keep his mind from reminding his heart of the grief it carried.

With a great sigh, the large cat lay his head on his front paws and closed his eyes. It was probably best to try and get some rest. Keyword: Try.

"So you're the saber Dad was talking about, huh? Damn. No wonder they nearly lost the war."


He lifted his head and looked around, at first unable to find the owner of the voice. That is... until he glanced down a little lower. A wolf, smaller than those he had seen before, stood in front of him looking him square in the eyes. Well that was a refreshing change to most of those who passed through with hushed whispers and glances while hoping they wouldn't be seen. This kid had guts, and Roderik decided he liked him already.

"I came to see the three legged guy - Wanted to tell him thanks and that for the paw." 

The little wolf waved his paw around, to which Roderik lowered his head to try and get a better look and a sniff. Well... It didn't seem to have anything wrong with it, but that was probably why thanks were in order in the first place. He noticed the scent of this wolf reminded him of the one that had guarded Taverin.... A relative perhaps? Or maybe all the wolves in this pack shared this scent. Roderik couldn't say he had payed enough attention to be able to tell.

The child winced as he took in the sight of his wounds. Most of them were healing well, but they were still raw after a few days... He would need to use of the Inarian's hospitality for a few more days still before being able to leave.

"That's gotta hurt.", Observed the little wolf.

"At first yeah... A lot. Even more than that time I fell down into a cave underground as a cub. And that was the most pain I'd ever been in before."

He remembered his sister saving him that time, and he wondered if he would see her again someday. He missed her a lot.
Roderik noticed the little wolf staring at his paws, so he indulged him and turned his paw to show the pads underneath then unsheathed his claws. The sabre smiled, he enjoyed seeing the curiosity in the other. Little did he know Felix was just sizing up a possible opponent. His next question kind of gave a nod in that direction but Roderik smiled all the same.

 "Are you kinda average sized for one of you guys?"


Raising an eyebrow, he decided to stand up to give the wolf a better idea of his size, but first he gave a good look around to make sure that the healer wasn't looking. The coast was clear! Roderik grinned and stood up, though with a bit of a wince at first.

"Bigger than average, but I've seen bigger still. You should've seen my grandfather, he was the biggest sabre anyone's ever seen. At least that's what dad told me... I never met him myself."


"You are a Stoneclaw saber, right?"

"I'm... ... Yeah. I am...." Ears turned back and flattened slightly for a moment at the mention of his home. He thought of the golden grass swaying in the field, of the giant tree trunk that sported so many warriors mark, and the cave of kings where his mother has once taken him. It caught him in his chest and he searched for his breath a moment.

Those carefree days were gone, nothing but a memory... Stoneclaw lived in his heart now, like Taverin. What did the word Stoneclaw even mean to him anymore? It pained him to think of it. But even though it gave him grief, it also made him feel stronger and be couldn't explain why.

"I was born a half-prince of Stoneclaw."
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"Really, Birch, I am sorry..."

The pale girl was saying as she and her sibling came walking up the trail.   Her own creamy coat was spattered with mud, adding a darker contrast to her freckles.  Birch looked like he had sprouted extra, darker spots. The pair were dripping wet, and her brother was limping ever so slightly. While he was hobbling steadily onward at a slow pace, she was practically running around him in circles, starting on one side, dropping back, then coming back up, or walking ahead of him, then turning to walk backwards for a few paces.

"Please don't tattle.  Dad won't let us rebuild it if you do.  I really think we can make it work next time!"

Trillium faced forward again as they rounded a curve in the path and came into the Healer's grounds.  She glanced around, intending to snag the first apprentice they could to get in and get out, but instead she spotted a familiar dark shape.  It was Felix. Crap.  It was Felix.  Now she had two brothers to convince not to tell dad. But Felix was distracted by something big, orange and... Ooh yeah, She had the lock on keeping Felix quiet! He was talking to the Stoneclaw Saber dad told them not to!  Well, he was already doing it, so there wasn't any reason not to!  Flashing a grin at Birch, she jogged across the yard to her brother and the big cat.

"I was born a half-prince of Stoneclaw."

"How were you only half a prince?" Trill asked.  

She tossed her head to get her curly bangs out of her marbled eyes, which she fixed on the cat with a stare as blatant as Felix's had been.  With them all together, it was pretty clear they were siblings, although Trillium's light coat always made her stand out amid her brothers.  Dainty and delicately built, her eyes were sharp, calculating.The only reason she wasn't already climbing up onto the big cat to touch one of his fangs was that she wasn't quite sure if he'd take a swipe if she tried.  Better to talk to him first.  Then maybe she'd be able to take a closer look.



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On this lovely sunny morning two dires walked together through the forest heading towards their planned destination. Both were dripping wet and covered with specks of mud but the darker of the dires was still processing the fact that they were still alive. He knew he should be upset with Trilliums little stunt but he also knew that she would have done it by herself anyway and that fact worried him more than being her sidekick ever did. So there they were in their current states but Trillium was unharmed and dancing around him as he tried to walk. A difficult task to be done when a good sized splinter had gotten itself lodged in his paw; not to mention the cut on the inside of his leg. The constant stretching and contact with his fur made it very uncomfortable to take the next step.

"Really, Birch, I am sorry..."

"It's alright sister please don't fret," he tried to console his obviously worried sibling as she kept trying to keep him in her line of sight. Birch could never really be mad at any of his siblings, he just didn't have that kind of fire to him, so he just bore through these kind of events and used the recovery time as a small 'vacation'. Right now he just wanted to go home, dry off, get something to eat and sleep for a week. That wasn't a lot to ask for was it? Then again mother and father would probably be all over him if he showed up in the state he was in. His eyes lowered to the ground beneath his feet as he, once again, began to berate himself. He was causing so much trouble for his family and that was all he seemed to be capable of; he cowered from the outside world where as everyone else eagerly reached towards it....Birch was convinced that he was a failure and a burden.

"Please don't tattle.  Dad won't let us rebuild it if you do.  I really think we can make it work next time!"

"I won't tell," he said as he gave her a small smile, "I promise." If only he was stronger maybe braver too. Trillium seemed to have accepted his answer as she then turned away from him and scanned the area for anyone that might compromise their plan. Meanwhile the chocolate dire was surprised that the journey to the healers garden was so short but he quickly cast aside his shock and began looking around at the many herbs that grew within the garden. So many plants used in various manners. There were even lavender bushes that the yearling knew were used often as incense to calm patients and relax their senses. It was a coincidence that they just so happened to fit in so well with Inarias purple trees. There were also other herbs that were used for common ointments and balms that he had heard of but he tore his gaze away from the thriving vegetation, he didn't want others to catch onto his secret passion, and was surprised to see his sister giving him one of her famous 'this will be fun' grins before she proudly walked out into the open. Birch was, of course, uneasy about what was going through her mind as she made her way towards two figures. The injured dire noticed Felix right away but the other was a stranger to the youngster. He had not seen anything like them before nor did he really want to. Trillium and Felix had no problems meeting new people but Birch was not as outgoing as they were. So he stayed hidden within the treeline and waited for them to finish their conversation. His tongue carefully cleaning his pad as he silently pleaded for a healer to pass by to get this piece of wood out.




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"At first yeah... A lot. Even more than that time I fell down into a cave underground as a cub. And that was the most pain I'd ever been in before."

"What like you fell into the cave? Not just like fell over in it?" He clarified, though it was more just him talking for sake of saying words and thinking verbally than asking real questions. "Yeah that would sting a bit." He winced imagining the splat noise of falling onto rocks face first.

"Bigger than average, but I've seen bigger still. You should've seen my grandfather, he was the biggest sabre anyone's ever seen. At least that's what dad told me... I never met him myself."

The saber looked about, clearly checking for anyone watching them and Felix quirked an eyebrow at that at first, wondering why the guy suddenly looked so shifty. Had he been of a more suspicious nature he would have wondered if the cat was checking for witnesses before murdering him. He should probably have been scared of the cat, but so far in his life nothing had ever been a real threat to him, he had been loved and cosseted, wrapped up safely -maybe too safely for his own good- behind Inaria borders, a place where monsters simply did not exist. His own mortality was not a concept he ever considered let alone grasped.

As Roderick rose he realised why he had looked round, it must be for the three-legged-guy, he was kinda strict and bossy about how to move with injuries and had insisted Felix kept his injured paw off the ground. "Holy sh-" Language. He heard the prompt in his mothers voice. "Heck." He amended at the last second as the cat rose before him. Felix wasn't full grown himself yet but even if he was Roderick would still tower over him. He sat back on his haunches to make it easier to look up at the cat and let out a low whistle. "What do you guys eat!?" As if diet and not genetics might be the secret here. 

"I'm... ... Yeah. I am.... I was born a half-prince of Stoneclaw."

"How-" He began to ask when movement caught his eye and he turned to see the familar sight of his sister running towards him, then his eyes snapped past her to an equally familiar shape lurking about at the edge of the trees, hanging back. "Oh my god you guys! Didn't you hear Dad?! He said not to come here!" The irony.

He examined his mud spattered and soaked sister critically for a long second, then slid his gaze slowly to Birch in the distance, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Trillium had done something -She was always up to something- but while Trillium would absolutely be here whatever Dad might have said, for Birch to defy Dad and come poking about the healers garden... "Have you killed Birch again?" He accused her, though there was more curiosity than actual accusation there. He jumped up and took a few steps towards the trees to shout: "Bir, buddy? What's she done to you? Come on out."

"How were you only half a prince?"

"That was my next question." He whinged, turning back to Trill and the cat. "Just barge on up in here and take over why don't you?" He grumbled, then brighten as he latched onto the perfect thing to say in this situation, mostly because he had heard it himself that many times and was usually on receiving end of it. He was incredibly smug to be able to say it himself for once. "You're being rude." Then to the cat: "But yeah, what she said. Half-Prince? What's that about?"












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"What like you fell into the cave? Not just like fell over in it?"

"I was stuck in there because of a cave in and was trying to climb out because there was a gap in the ceiling but I lost grip of the rocks and fell, yeah."

Thinking back on it, he'd been pretty reckless as a cub. He and Felix had more in common than they could probably imagine, putting aside the specie and size difference of course.

"Holy sh-...Heck. What do you guys eat!?"


"Elk? Boar? Fish? I mean probably the same stuff you guys do, no?"


Felix was about to ask yet another question (it seemed there was no stopping them from pouring out of him), when other small wolves came to join them; one of which bounded ahead eagerly while the other hid in the bushes a bit further away.

 "Oh my god you guys! Didn't you hear Dad?! He said not to come here!"


So they were siblings? They all seemed like really nice kids. But wait... Their dad had told them to stay away? Well... It made sense, he was a sabre in a pack of wolves; naturally they would be wary of him. Still, it made him a bit sad to think most of the pack had been avoiding him.

"Have you killed Birch again? ...Bir, buddy? What's she done to you? Come on out."

"Is he going to be okay?"
, He asked while stretching his neck to try and get a glance at the one hiding further back. It wasn't long before the two more curious ones before him resumed their barrage of questions, leaving their siblings to his own designs.

"How were you only half a prince?"

"That was my next question. Just barge on up in here and take over why don't you? ...You're being rude. But yeah, what she said. Half-Prince? What's that about?"

"Oh... Well, my dad was the king but my mom wasn't his queen. She was his con-.... Uhhh"
Ears flattened back as he realized these kids were probably too young to know what a concubine was, and Roderik certainly didn't want to be the one to have that kind of talk with them. "His con- ...confidant! yes. So I'm half-Prince on my father's side."

Then again his mother did become queen and rule alongside his big half-sister after his birth. Which pondered the question, how did one become king or queen in the first place? His father had spoken of this one night on the edge of the sea, but Roderik couldn't quite recall his words at that time.

"You guys sure your brother is okay?"

Not waiting for an answer, the sabre stepped over the two chatty pups with ease and made his way to the other one with slow movements as to not startle him too much. This was most likely to fail, considering he'd been hiding from him in the first place.

"If you want to see the healer, you'll have to come out sooner or later..."


And just like that, Roderik decided that sooner was probably better. Lowering his jaw, he picked the pup up delicately by the scruff of his neck to bring him out to the open where the others had been. Walking back to them, he would lay down and drop the pup on his back within the confines of his curled front paws.

Upon reflection, there wasn't much difference between pups and cubs, aside from size and physical appearance, and Roderik had gotten some experience watching over cubs before, so this shouldn't be much different, no?

Except cubs weren't usually frightened of him, and there wasn't much of a chance they'd scream bloody murder or faint when he picked them up....
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