Noctis
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Alphess
Female
3 Years
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Post by Alphess Wren on Feb 9, 2019 20:59:12 GMT -8
S O R E L U S • B O R D E R • O U T S K I R T S
N O R T H E R N B O R D E R
E A S T E R N B O A R D E R
S O U T H E R N B O R D E R
W E S T E R N B O R D E R
DESCRIPTION. The borders of Sorelus are a concoction of mountainous forests and a smidge of sulphur. The western border lies on an area of Sorelus territory that resides above magma chambers in the earth. The end result is an area that gives of sulphurous steam, not dangerous, simply stinky. This border is often hot, almost bordering uncomfortable. To the north and south lay the mountains, relatively open spaces framed well by trees that most are visible from. The eastern border is a continuation of the river, and due to its open nature, it is heavily scent marked to prevent accidental trespassing.
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Sorelus
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Salutary
Male
7 years
29 Likes
43 Posts
“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”
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Post by Salutary Cecil on Mar 19, 2019 14:38:36 GMT -8
 - Cecil - "Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light." Heavy breaths whistled out of Cecil's lungs, desperate for air as she hobbled closer to his destination, Joy in tow. The hilly landscape of the northern borders seemed to extend forever, the greens, pinks, soft blues and yellows of the flowers and herbs that he needed to collect for his stores. With a quick toss of his head, the salutary checked for his companion, sure she was following, closely at that as she was spry in her years and her joints did not ache as they did for him.
"Okay, Joy," the peppered male began, "We need Rosemary blossoms. They are pale to bright blue and have a hollow tube-like shape with five fused petals. There's also Broom; it has leafless stems that are covered with golden-yellow flowers. And we also need Burdock root. It's a little more difficult to distinguish because it's going to blend in with the grass, but it has light green, heart-shaped petals, usually growing in small clusters. Sometimes there are seed clusters at the top, they're purple and look fuzzy. You think you can find those things for me?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 7:06:48 GMT -8
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loneliness is poverty
Joy followed closely behind Cecil, hearing his heavy breaths. She decided it would be best to stay on his tail for support as they traveled up the small hill. "Okay Joy," he heaved from empty lungs. Endearing sienna eyes showed her attentiveness to the task to come. Joy listed everything in her head as Cecil described the herbs he required.
Rosemary blossoms, a light blue flower with 5 petals and a hollow tube. Broom, a stem with yellow flowers sprouting. Burdock root, grass-loking, flower-shaped petals. She had spent so much time "scouting" these borders that she had already become acquainted with the colors painting the hills and the smells pervading the atmosphere. She was quite certain she knew exactly where to find the two flowers Cecil described. Burdock, though, would be a bit trickier to locate.
"I'll do my best," Joy smiled with her neck arched to the ground. Eyes peered up into Cecil's wise orbs and she gave him an honest smile. Though she trusted him not to do anything to put his health at risk, she was nervous about leaving the old wolf alone where any wrong step could send him tumbling down a hill. Do, Joy did what she believed was the right thing, even if it would offend him.
"Could you help me along the way? I don't want to get lost," Joy giggled; it was obvious she was asking Cecil to come for safety reasons, for it was known that Joy was too familiar with this land to lose herself. "Besides, I enjoy your company." Her tail wagged as she started her trek into outskirts.
The blue flowers were this way, and she knew the yellow flowers were only a few minute's walk east of the blue ones, but she would turn a few minutes into many so she could give Cecil she breathing time he needed. Not to mention, she was curious to speak with him.
"It's not often a wolf finds a family at your age." Her voice almost choked. Was discussing age inappropriate? Surely it wasn't. Could it? She was already on the topic, so she would do no more harm in continuing. "Did you have a family before finding us?" Her legs were still and her eyes were now pursuing Cecil, who she had put to the right of her. They'd arrived at the rosemary blossoms.
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Sorelus
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Salutary
Male
7 years
29 Likes
43 Posts
“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”
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Post by Salutary Cecil on Apr 18, 2019 16:39:57 GMT -8
- Cecil - "Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light." Honeyed eyes narrowed, somewhat affectionately and somewhat humorously as Joy suggested she have him tag along for fear she would get lost. Cecil knew this to be rouse, after all, Joy's main job as Sentinel was to patrol the territory for potential threats and overall reconnaissance.
"Ah, yes, we couldn't have you get lost, Joy, that would be a tragedy." He rasped, a small chuckle threatening to emerge from the back of his throat. "I can say the feeling is mutual," the old he-wolf spoke as he heaved himself forward once more. Their snail-like pace didn't bother him much as he didn't have much say over how fast his body went anymore, his joints creaking in complaints but he always still pushed forward none the less as if he were still a pup. Cecil couldn't say he had the pleasure of exploring their territory as Joy had, seeing as he needed to set up his den and check to see what they needed outside of the camp.
"It's not often a wolf finds a family at your age." It wasn't the statement itself that made that chuckle that resided in his throat make its appearance, but the choked sound of her words as she mentioned to his age. Cecil knew he was what most would consider an elder and someone that couldn't contribute to pack life like the younger wolves he had found himself surrounded by. When she had asked her question, he paused as they had reached the rosemary blossoms.
"You can just pull them gently by the stems. We can use the whole flower." He spoke, motioning towards the herbs before continuing to answer her question.
"Well, it's not for a lack of trying," Cecil chuckled. But I did when I was a very young wolf. I left shortly after I was a year and a half, if I remember correctly. It just took me a while to find the right family. I had a little bit of a trusting issue."
@joy
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2019 9:40:10 GMT -8
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loneliness is poverty
She did as Cecil instructed and pulled the rosemary blossoms from their stems. As soon as they came into contact with her teeth, a strong, piney scent was released into the air. She held in a sneeze as the salutary responded to her marginal inquiry. Joy's ears pulled back and she averted her eyes when Cecil made the remark, "it's not for a lack of trying." She feared her question may have come across accusingly. What followed was a response much shorter than Joy expected, but she decidedly settled for the possibility that Cecil was more introverted than he made himself out to be. She shrugged and continued to pull the stems from the earth.
Trust issues, Cecil said. Joy had never had her heart broken, had never been abandoned, and had never been wronged. It was the universe and her luck she didn't trust, when she thought about it. Sorelus had given her every reason to trust in others, yet she never did. "I understand that," she mumbled with flowers blocking any reliable escape for her voice. She made her way further east where she knew the yellow flowers grew. She was soon consumed by the myriad of colors decorating the hills. Winter would turn to spring very soon, she presumed. She spoke timidly under her breath, deciding not to pry further into Cecil's story out of respect for his silence. "I joined Sorelus when it was only a small group of rogues. I was just a few months old when I happened across them. Rowan scared me a bit," she giggled. He still did.
"I sometimes wish I had the privilege of choice, but being so young at the time I couldn't turn down the opportunity. Though, if I had to get stuck with a bunch of strangers, I'm glad it's Sorelus."
She couldn't hide the lack of satisfaction behind her words. She didn't have a choice. She'd be dead if she hadn't stumbled across Raisa only days after Joy was separated from her family as a pup. If she could choose, she'd be with her own family. She knew they were still alive, yet she was here. She knew they missed her, but here nobody thought of her. She had always felt like she didn't belong here no matter how safe or convenient this place was. Cecil thought differently, but Joy had no reason to taint his view of his own home, or of herself.
She'd never talked to any member of this pack half as long as she'd been talking to Cecil today, not over the course of her many months here. He was an excellent listener, and his age attended the lack of judgement that Joy needed, which she couldn't get from the yearlings. After listening to herself today, Joy realized what a lovely voice she had.
They'd arrived at a blanket of broom. She waited for Cecil's instructions as to how these ones should be handled. Though she figured her mouth would soon be too full to continue the conversation. He'd probably heard enough of her anyways. She smiled at the thought as she bent down to admire their delicious, vanilla aroma. She couldn't wait for spring to welcome their full bloom.
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Sorelus
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Salutary
Male
7 years
29 Likes
43 Posts
“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”
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Post by Salutary Cecil on Jun 5, 2019 15:24:49 GMT -8
The elder watched the young she-wolfs reactions, realizing his words did seem just slightly jagged. Cecil quickly tried to remedy it after she explained how she came across the pack herself.
“I didn’t mean to make it seem that I took offence to your statement. I have been without a pack for a long time, I had my trust taken advantage of when I was a young pup so I scrutinized the other packs I came across rather harshly.” he mused, watching as she pulled the plant out of the ground with her teeth, gentle enough not to bruise the plant but firm enough to get it out with one fell swoop. He supposed he should open up about his past, it wasn’t as nightmarish now that it was so far into his past, he often forgets about it. The salutary chuckled at her remark about Rowan, he supposed one so young could see him as intimidating, though when he met the now alpha of their little pack, he wouldn’t say intimidation was what he felt.
Cecil could see the willingness Rowan held to try to do right by his pack, if he had to guess, Cecil would assume Rowan hadn’t particularly wanted the role but was handed it without question. He led well, chose a nice strong troop, himself included, and Cecil believed whole heartedly in his ability to lead a pack.
“Rowan can seem a little intimidating at times, I can tell, especially to one so young, unsure of what's going on in the world. I wouldn’t blame you. I know we’re glad you got stuck with Sorelus too,” he chuckled, winking a honeyed eye at her.
“When I was a pup, I had my own pack, however, as I was pursuing my path as a Salutary, my mentor’s mind was filled with darkness, an evil that persuaded him to kill our entire pack, and finally kill himself and I after the rest of the pack was gone. I hate fish, but he offered me one, intensely, after I had denied it. He lost his temper and threw it on the ground, he had stuffed it with holly berries, which are very very poisonous.
“I left after that. I worked on my healing abilities, and helped those I could until I stumbled on everyone moving to our current site. I suppose Rowan saw use of my abilities so it didn’t take much convincing on my part.”
He hated bringing up the past, only because it seemed to always kill the mood. He remembered a beautiful dark female he spent the day with in the Mountains in the valley, how she had accepted it with an open mind, but he always felt a sort of tenseness after it. He did miss her so, and often found himself looking over the borders to see if he saw her hobbling form roaming the terrain.
Peppered legs faltered momentarily as he almost tripped over a rock in his thoughts but he quickly caught himself, trying to play it off as if he had meant to do that.
As they approached the broom, his eyes met hers, an unspoken question of how she was to gather this showing in her orbs.
“We need as much of the whole plant as possible, you should do the same as you did with the rosemary.” He needed a bit more of this than the rosemary so he busied himself on the other side of the cluster of plants, grabbing the plant between his teeth gently and pulling a few out from the ground as he waited for Joy’s response to his story.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2019 18:33:52 GMT -8
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loneliness is poverty
“I didn’t mean to make it seem that I took offense to your statement." Ah, now she felt a bit embarrassed. Did her discomfort show? She pawed at the dirt impulsively, momentarily resisting eye contact until the salutary began talking about his past, this time more thoroughly before. He must have sensed her disappointment in his short answer, but now she realized that he simply didn't want to talk about it. Oh great. Now she felt even worse.
Still, she didn't deny her intrigue, though she was caught somewhat off guard by his statement, “Rowan can seem a little intimidating at times, I can tell, especially to one so young, unsure of what's going on in the world. I wouldn’t blame you. I know we’re glad you got stuck with Sorelus too." What a sweet old wolf. She much preferred the company of Cecil than her younger counterparts, but she imagined she'd be expected to befriend them, too. If she was going to be their superior, she didn't want to be feared. She wanted to be liked. Like Rowan.
Cecil's story took a dark turn, but it didn't deter Joy's interest in the slightest. This was probably the most interesting conversation she'd had in her whole life, and probably the only one that had lasted more than a few seconds. She quickly found herself becoming attached to the salutary. So attached, in fact, that she moved with him as he stumbled over a rock, and was helping to stabilize him without complaint. The event served quite a scare, but at the end of it, Joy lightheartedly laughed at him.
"Thoughts carried you away?" Joy giggled, not expecting a real answer. A smile remained on her face for the remainder of their excursion, even as she intently copied Cecil's process in harvesting the burdock root. She was a tender girl, and had a tender touch, and still hadn't harmed any of the herbs she'd collected thus far. She was quite proud of herself despite the ease of the task.
"It's hard to believe somebody could be filled with so much hate that they could do something like that. To their own family," Joy responded empathetically. All she'd ever known was the kindness of her pack. There was much she had to learn about the outside world. "We're safe here, I know that. And I'll make sure not to eat the holly berries," she said nervously, breaking an awkward laugh and a terrified whisper, for she'd come very close to making that mistake only days ago. In all honestly, Cecil's story, as shocking and concerning as it was, made Joy want to leave home even more. She wanted to be independent, free, and have her own experiences. She didn't feel any of the benefits of being hidden away in a private world, where everything was "perfect" and "safe." If danger lurks, it strikes, no matter how "safe" one thinks they are. Joy believed this in her heart, and wanted to see the world before danger came and ruined hers.
"That's everything. Ready to head back?"
Joy didn't await a response. She was suddenly very eager to make the request she planned to make once she returned to the commons. Cecil had inspired her. The dainty girl smiled at him, letting him pass her before she followed behind. In case he stumbled on any more rocks again.
* * * She came to a halt as an unfamiliar scent began to permeate over the overbearing smell of flora. Joy surveyed the terrain. Luckily, they were on higher ground, and she could easily spot anything approaching from the flats below. And she did. A slow, ashy figure, appearing to have a similar constitution to Cecil's. They knew each other. Joy stayed only so long that she became confident of the stranger's good intentions, and was ready to continue her venture.
--Exit out of Sorelus territory--
OOC: After *** is the edit to my exit post, occurring after Griz's entrance, since there's been a lil change of plans in Joy's adventures (:
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2019 14:53:29 GMT -8
It had been a long, slow journey for the matriarch. With aching joints and a naturally paced gait, Griz had taken a few days to reach these borders. She didn't quite know why she had gone there, but a very familiar scent, mixed with the obvious scent of a pack, drew the old lady closer and closer. The strong scent of lavender with no obvious source was something that plucked her aged heartstrings, giving her hope to keep moving despite the pain in her hips and shoulders. Two forms stood at these borders, one a lovely young female, digging through the snow to find a clump of greenery. The other was delightfully familiar. Definitely far older than the female, salt and pepper to add the perfect flavour to the landscape. Griz was no fool, she knew the dangers of stepping onto pack land, especially with her old age. But the one wolf she had been looking for lay potentially only a few meters away, and she didn't want to blow that once in a lifetime chance. "Cecil?" she called as loudly as she could with her parched vocal chords. Gilded eyes searched for a reaction from the other elder, hoping she hadn't made a mistake with their identity with her slowly blurring vision. Salutary Cecil @joy |
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Sorelus
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Salutary
Male
7 years
29 Likes
43 Posts
“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”
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Post by Salutary Cecil on Jun 12, 2019 7:29:21 GMT -8
After his stumble and Joy helping him regain his balance, his gilded eyes fell back over to the horizon before flicking to the young she-wolf beside him once more. “Thoughts carried you away?” she hummed and he nodded, mostly to himself. “It’s hard to believe somebody could be filled with so much hate that they could do something like that. To their own family.” Cecil nodded again. “I believe he had something very wrong with him. It takes extreme measures for one to forget their family and do them harm. But had it not happened, I probably wouldn’t be here today.” The peppered male watched as Joy became vibrant, almost eager to return to their pack, and at her question, he shook his head. “I’ll meet you back there, darling.” And with that, brought his rump to the ground, letting the breeze fall over him. He swore he smelled Grizelda sweet scent, and his heart ached. “Cecil?” The sound echoed through his ears and his blood pumped harder. Adrenaline filled his vein and the old wolf practically shot up to his paws, turning towards the crackled voice of Grizelda. “Griz?” he called as the ebony figure hobbled towards him. Cecil moved towards her with a vigor he hadn’t felt in years, his pains ebbed away and the closer he got, the faster his heart beat. As he came closer, he immediately embraced her, rubbing his head along the side of hers and down her neck, reveling in the warmth of her body and the absence he felt filled warmly. “Aren’t you a sight for old eyes, I was beginning to think you were a trick of an old mind.” He chuckled, glad his mind hadn’t started to fade just yet. “How have you been?” Cecil backed up, taking in her beauty and checking over her body. She seemed to be in great shape, obviously no harm had fell upon her. He was ecstatic.
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