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Wolfsbane

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  1. Erik watched the pair. The boy was truly connected to his wolf, a stronger bond than he had felt between Smoke or.. Moon's Glow.. Light he hadn't thought of Smoke's mate in Winters. She lived in the Dream now. Erik could still remember the sensation of holding her body, the uneasiness in her lightness, how she sagged in his arms, head rolling about her neck.. Erik cleared his throat, the nagging sensation of it being dry regardless of the water or tea he drank was pushed down as he examined his travel companions. "No, that be true. Wolves cannot live off bread and cheese and bits of ol
  2. Erik nodded. The boy spoke truth, he could sense some details had been glazed over, but Light they all glazed over details and transgressions. "I've heard far worse stories, if that can ever be any solace," Erik's foot caught the edge of a stone and he gave it a satisfying soar through the wiry blades of grass to his right, "I suppose I was more fortunate though. My mother didn't have the heart to tie the noose around my neck or gouge out my eyes during the night.. So many memories begin to compound on one another, a ball of twisted ache that tumbles and rolls in his mind, that grows,
  3. He nodded. The boy was aware of the protection a Stedding offered. This would help. "Aye, that be true. Not all be inhabited by Ogier though. Some have been unoccupied since the Breaking. The Steddings do keep all things touched by the Dark One out, and make a channeler as normal as any other two-leg.. Two-leg, you'll grow used to some of our words for other things.. We are traveling south, to a Stedding. A place, a tranquil haven away from the world." Erik could smell something under the ground.. Was it a gopher or mole nest? The hares this north may have dens much like. Erik dismiss
  4. "It's all right," Erik reassured, his voice low and even. The peace, the quiet meditation that swung through him, his soul but a drop in an ocean of still waters. The sense of presences, of wolves and kin all around him, were immense and dulled. Little could overwhelm him while within the Stedding's borders. Erik's right hand rested on the girl's shoulder, Lynx's reins in his other hand, he pushed her forward gently. He did not grip her, did not tighten and throw her forward. He guided her forward, and with a moment's hesitation, she complied and the two walked forward, a slow and con
  5. "It's all right," Erik reassured, his voice low and even. The peace, the quiet meditation that swung through him, his soul but a drop in an ocean of still waters. The sense of presences, of wolves and kin all around him, were immense and dulled. Little could overwhelm him while within the Stedding's borders. Erik's right hand rested on the girl's shoulder, Lynx's reins in his other hand, he pushed her forward gently. He did not grip her, did not tighten and throw her forward. He guided her forward, and with a moment's hesitation, she complied and the two walked forward, a slow and con
  6. Erik could feel her eyes on his back. Judging? Measuring? Considering? He enjoyed the puzzle of women, the uncertainties and unexpected, but that was safe in the Stedding or better yet at his cabin. Out in the real world, the uncertain and unexpected had cost him more blood and skin than he cared to reflect on. He reigned Lynx back until he came to shoulder with his, for lack of a better word, companion. "Do you see those hills to the east? That's our path." The girl looked to where he pointed, and it was not possible to miss the grumble that eminated from her throat, as lady-like as
  7. "-Or are you open to that now?" The boy seemed more at ease, his stance less combative, his voice carried little sarcasm. Erik sensed less hostility, not all gone, but enough. Erik broke the half of crusty bread and threw the boy his portion. Erik knew what the boy craved, he would prefer nothing more than to sink his teeth into a warm bleeding flank of a younng buck, but bread would do. "We'll have plenty of time on our walk. Hand me those bags," the cold still caught him at moments, a slithering icy vein that hadn't given way to Spring yet. Lynx was soon saddled and Erik smoothed t
  8. Erik half-awoke, his eyes slid fully open as the first rays of sunlight began to bathe the landscape. Eyes sore with dust and sleep crust, Erik set the flat, palm sized rock he held down to wipe clean his vision. The rock dropped to skitter across the pile of similiar rocks, much smaller than he had started with the night before. Had the shadows really pulsed like that? Had they really dared as close as he remembered? Shadows didn't make noises, he knew that. A quick toss of a stone into the darkness caused the fire's potency to increase, not even he could fully see the shapes that lurked
  9. Erik scratched his chin. Long shadows flickered behind them, twisted trees presented little cover, and from the fire's light they seemed even more daemonic. An uneasiness had settled in his shoulders since his arrival this far north, and he was eager to be gone from it with every dragging second. The sentiment of displacement was strong among the camp. The two looked at him, Forest and the Wanderer, for knowledge he had learned to put off for a later time. Some grew too eager, some grew too uneasy, so he had decided several Winters ago to omit it from the first encounter.
  10. "So why are we going south?" Erik smiled, the week old scruff grew denser around his features with each passing day.| “Expertly deflected, Sister.” Erik let the word hang in the air. Her eyes were golden marbles, watching the road, the woods, the sky. He couldn’t remember if he had ever called her sister before. She was a Wanderer, she deserved the recognition. “You want to make sure you’ve found a rabbit’s run… Usually in an obvious pathway, in a grassy plain or meadow. Once you do, make as little damage as you can to it, put two sticks on either side and tie a string acros
  11. OOC: Yeah, just expected you to follow the Winter PoV with a Forest PoV, so I let this percolate a little longer. IC: "So, you were going to explain what is going on with me?" Erik puffed out little breaths as he cradled his mug, brought the surface of the tea close to his lips so he could feel the tendrils of warmth lap at his face. The thistle and pine needle tea was pleasant, but he was grateful he still had some bits of willow bark left in his satchel. Not only for him. He looked up at the Wanderer, the crackle of the fire filled the distance, and the red glow of the flame
  12. ...And with dust in throat I crave only knowledge will I save to the game you stay a slave rover wanderer nomad vagabond call me what you will but I'll take my time anywhere free to speak my mind anywhere and I'll redefine anywhere anywhere I may roam where I lay my head is home "Good. Now what have we learned?" Erik stood before the group of young wolfkin. Many were breathing hard, several held their weight up by leaning on the wooden training lathes. Dirt and sweat stuck out on their bare chests, arms, and faces. A layer of dust held fast to his shoulders and
  13. Night's Howl sat in the shadows, a glowing bowl of Two River's Leaf casting warm orange across his face. His teeth bit into the long stem, dragged across the smoothness, while his tongue slid back and forth along the bottom. He disliked being bored. Time had become precious over the last few Winters, every moment worthy of reflection, invention, and inspection. His mug made a dull thud as it dropped to the table. He disliked doing nothing. The inn jostled with bodies, something that had not normally irked him, but it did not act to improve his mood. He sucked the last bit of ale resi
  14. Erik drew his tongue along the front of his teeth. The boy reeked exhaustion despite the fact he stood defiant before him, brows furrowed, staring. The wolf stood between them, concern her primary emotion, but she wafted off wisps of uncertainty. Uncertainty of him or of the boy? Erik watched the boy, hands flexed, felt every joint slide together, his muscles were ready to move. His posture was relaxed. Erik masked his emotions, his scent of tranquil contemplation. He envisioned the lake of the Stedding, its cool somber ripples and water drift across its surface. "that sounds alot li
  15. "Smoke, leave her be." The massive black wolf skulked out of the shadows and came to Erik's side, his mane thickening with silver bristles, his movements were less fluid and with less ease than Erik could recall. The old wolf merely puffed out its lips and came to a rest near Lynx's hooves. The two had come to an uneasy truce, one Winter where Smoke needed a shelter from the howling wind and Lynx appreciated the added body heat. Lynx rolled its eyes at the wolf, then the dun was still. Erik looked back at his companion, tight to her horse's side, eyes glued to Smoke's shape. "This
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