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An Assassin for hire approaches the Wolf
ofthebrotherhood started following you
So many found him, so many to speak to. The prince of wolves was just fine with this, entertained by these new friends and fellows alike. "Greetings, stranger. A pleasure to meet you I am sure. I am Fenris of the Wolves."
A a different breed of Prince approaches the Wolf
loptrlaufeyjarson started following you
A gaze so curious was held to the one who found him in the forest. Was he lost or did he know the way? So many had come upon him as late though the prince of the wolves didn't mind so much. He enjoyed company so long as he knew who he was speaking to. "Greetings, stranger. Are you lost or just wandering?"
Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Fenris shouldnât have been surprised that he didnât gut the animal and skin it right there, but he was. Didnât he know better? Rid it of its bladder or else the meat will spoil. The man rolled his eyes but he wasnât going to give that away. Let the brat make himself sick. That would teach him that he only had too much to learn.Â
He could really only wager a guess as to what the young prince was even doing. Why were they heading North? That was only further away from home. Was he even planning on going home? If he was going to continue his little trek too much longer, Fenris might just have to haul him back home.Â
To him he seemed so very helpless. Totally oblivious to all his surroundings. How many rabbit holes, tracks and other animal tracks did he pass up in favor of just wandering around in the heat of the day? Â At least he managed to come across the stream.Â
If this were Fenris, heâd be fishing in a heart beat. All his brother seemed to do though was finally skin that damn rabbit. That would be a meal that would turn his guts sour later no doubt. Oh well, Fenris had to let him make his own mistakes he guessed.
Upon hearing those words from him he managed to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, âYou have no idea.â
Once the rabbit was cleaned, Taven decided that his meager breakfast of a lonely apple was not nearly enough. So, he set out to make a small fire, stringing the rabbit up on the branch of a tree as he set the flames to burn⌠Which took him longer than it should have, since he was far too lazy to find good kindling.
Though in reality he was doing quite poorly on his little trek, he though himself to be surviving quite well. So what if his stomach growled almost constantly now? So what if he hadnât caught this rabbit himself? Heâd made several fires successfully, harvested his own fruits, and generally made good for himself. Sure, he couldâve done better⌠But, that didnât matter. Not to Taven. No, what mattered was that he was doing it.
Spearing the rabbit on a small branch that he found soaking in the stream (which would keep his spit from burning) he set the rabbit over the hot coals, and munched on berries until it was doneâŚ
Well, almost until it was done. At first the smell that came to him of the cooking flesh made his stomach practically do flips at the thought of getting to eat it⌠But, the more he cooked the rabbit, the more he found himself curling his nose at the smell. The meat had begun to spoil. But, how? Heâd only had it a few hours, and it had been in his bag the whole time. Timidly, he reached for a piece of thigh meat, and tore it from the bone and sniffed it. The smell made him wretch, and he stood up, glaring down at the rabbit as if everything were itâs fault.
With a highly dissatisfied grunt, he kicked it into the fire, only to wretch once again at the smell of the burning flesh. Nearly shaking from the anger at himself, he kicked dirt onto his pathetically green burning fire, and the rancid meat. Once heâd taken out his anger on the carcass and the ashes, he slumped to the ground and looked like a kicked dog as he began to eat the last of his berries.
There were a few things that he was more than happy to see that the young prince was doing right. The spit from the water, that was right. How he skinned the meatâŚWell at least some things stuck in that thick skull of his. Had he eaten it and gotten sick, Fenris wouldnât have felt too sorry for him though. His tantrum was fairly amusing however.
Digging into his bag the wolf dug out a few things. Some fish heâd managed to catch, a rabbit he skinned and cleaned and some bread and cheese. There was more than enough food for him here so he finally decided to take pity on the little pup and head out to him.Â
Fenris didnât say a word as he strolled up to his brother, and then past him. He picked up dry grasses, weeds, twigs and started up a small tinder of fire. Soon a log was added and then he finally looked to the boy. âYou forgot to clean the rabbit, Taven.â He gestured next to him, then pulling his spit out and soaking it for a moment in the running water. The fish and rabbit were added and he blew a little on the flames to get them really going hot. âYou must be hungry.â
Despite their fight, despite how stupid he thought his brother was being he did love him and he did care about him. He wouldnât let him go hungry, even if he thought it was what he deserved. He was a spoiled brat, and he wouldnât go easy on him, but Fenris had once been in the same situation himself.Â
Tanis loped up soon as well, flopping down by the water and taking a drink. That would probably give it all away. The fact that heâd been the one to help his brother catch the game in the first place. Tanis was with him, and he was almost always with him. Fenris said nothing about it and for once, he didnât lecture him either.Â
Taven watched his brother with a clenched jaw as he wandered over to him and started building a fire. âI donât need your helpâŚâ He mumbled under his breath as he watched him, and then when Fenris made eye contact, and the first thing out of his mouth was critical of his skills, Taven was angry enough to cry.
âI said I donât need your help!â The boy pushed himself up to his feet, and glared down at his brother, kicking dirt onto the food and the fire. âI donât want your stupid fish, I donât want your stupid rabbit, or your stupid fire.â Then he glared at Tanis, hands clenching and unclenching into fists as a tic worked in his jaw. âAnd this dumb animal can drown for all I care!â
Honestly, Taven couldnât remember the last time heâd been so furious, so frustrated, or so hurt. He didnât see that Fenris was worried about him, or trying to help. All he saw was that the older man was trying to show him up, and show how ignorant he was. Well, Taven wouldnât take that lying down.
In the heat of his anger, the boy rushed over to Fenris, and with one sudden harsh grip on the back of his cloak, he pulled him down and back, throwing him into the dirt. Granted, he probably wouldnât have been able to do that if Fenris had been paying attention, and if Taven hadnât used the element of surprise. But, that didnât matter to him. His face was red as he stared down at the dark haired man and his eyes burned from rage and shame filled tears that he refused to shed.
âLeave me alone! Why canât you just mind your own damn business and let me be?! I came out here for a reason and you just come traipsing through the woods, throwing your skills in my face! I get it, Fenris. I get it! Iâm not as good as you. Iâll never be as good as you. But, that doesnât mean you have to make me feel like an idiot for it!â
As the boys feelings and irritations boiled over from their fight and from his days spent alone in the woods, he huffed, and panted slightly.
âI donât want your damn helpâŚâ And with that, he turned on his heel and started off in some direction, sure to get himself even more lost.
He expected Taven to be angry. He even expected him to throw some sort of fit. However, he thought the gnawing in his stomach would have prevented him from kicking dirt over the food and fire. His hands clenched into fists but he did his best to remain calm least he end up beating his younger brother bloody. It wasnât that big of a deal though. He could always rinse the animals off and restart the fire. He just had to remember that Taven was a petulant child anâ
Then he was in the dirt. His blue eyes went rather wide for a moment, caught off guard by that action. It wasnât like Taven to try this with him. If anyone could win in a fight it was Fenris, he fought like the wolves he was named for. Brutal, vicious and somewhat cruel if you pushed him to that point. All of his thoughts were on how he was going to bloody Tavenâs nose, getting his hands under him with a curl of his lip at the boy.
That is until he saw those tears swimming in his eyes and he really took the time to listen.Â
Throwing his skills in his face? NoâŚno that wasnât what Fenris was trying to do here. He could see just how hurt and how upset the boy was. In fact he seemed to be acting more and more like this lately. With a sigh, Fenris stood up and went after him.
âTaven, stop.â His voice was calm for once, even if there was still anger boiling just under the surface because of that little stunt, he was trying to do as their father would do. He just wanted to calm the boy down. This next part was even hard for him to say. He had to be the bigger man though. He had to be the big brother. âTaven, I do not mean to try and show you up. I came out here because I was worried for you.â
He brought his hand up to his shoulder, being sure that he had the boyâs attention. âYou know, I was once in very much the same position as you are right now. I was not simply born with these skill, brother. Someone had to teach meâŚand that was our Father. Maybe you donât see it, but by telling you that you do not have the skills you need I only wish to show you what you do need. I want to pass on the one thing I have left of himâŚto you.
This is not about pride, or skill right now. If it was, I would not be offering my help. I care for you deeply, Taven. There are times when my foolish pride just does not allow me to show it to you and for that, I am sorry.â
âWhat, Fenris?! Why should I stop?â Taven was huffing and fidgety, and he looked like a cornered animal. âOh! You were worried for me? How kind of you, brother⌠Come, watch over your poor, helpless little brother. What a pity poor Taven canât look after himself.â As he spoke, the boyâs voice was tight and strained, and tears still stung his eyes.
With a grunt, Taven shrugged off Fenrisâs hand on his shoulder and met him with a level, but unsteady gaze. âYou were once⌠But, when was that? You were far younger than I. You had⌠You had Father to help you⌠Well, you are not my father, Fenris. Iâm not the lost boy prince for you to shower with your pity. This has nothing to do withâŚâ The boy swallowed hard as he thought about his wordsâŚ
Did it have anything to do with pride? Perhaps. It did have some to do with pride. But, more than anything⌠Taven felt like he was losing a raging battle with himself. Why did he even attempt to go out into these woods, when in all reality, he knew he wouldnât make it. He knew that he would come crawling back to the castle, or worse⌠Someone would find him. Yet, still he went. Still, he felt like he had to try. And when Fenris said that he cared for him⌠All, he saw was how hard he was trying. How hard they were all trying. The brothers had been through so much since their fatherâs passing, and yet none of them spoke a word of it to each other.
âFenrisâŚâ He faltered in his rage at the apology. The eldest brother never apologized for anything he did. Ever. Those simple words had Tavenâs resolve crumbling and he bowed his head. âNo⌠I am sorryâŚâ Slowly, one hand came up to rub at his stinging eyes and he shook his head. âIâm sorry⌠I didnât mean⌠I just wanted to show you. I wanted you to know that I can do it.â
All Taven wanted was to show people that he was capable of taking care of himself, and despite all the years of doting and coddling⌠He was a man, and he could prove it to anyone that doubted him.
He sounded so bitter, so angry and Fenris couldn't help but understand how he was feeling. They were all feeling like this for one reason or another. Everyone was angry and there was no means to fixing it. He just let Taven get out what he needed and though he could still feel his temper rising, because Fenris could only take so much, he didn't say anything. He just clenched his jaw and fists and if anyone knew the wolf, they would know this was harder for him that most things. Quick to rage, quick to violence, it was like putting a snarling wolf behind bars. Holding back for too long would only make him angrier in the long run.
He did well though, finally calming down when he heard his words returned. He gave him a nod, his hand coming up and clasping him on the shoulder again. Normally Fenris would have told Taven not to cry because he needed to grow up, but this time he kept his mouth shut. Honestly, all the bickering was getting a little old between the two of them.Â
"You have the means, Taven, you just do not have all the skills just yet. Though, that is okay. You're right, no one taught you and that is honestly a shame because I imagine that just like Sabriel you have an aptitude for it if you only try."Â
He did his best to smile for him because he just wanted more than anything to get along with his brother. He loved him, and he really did get tired of him. Chances are they would never truly see eye to eye, but they could still at the very least get along.Â
It was then he heard something. The crunching sound of bone. He turned back to see Tanis polishing off both the rabbit and the fish. He wasn't surprised. He was a wolf after all. With a slight scoff he chuckled and grabbed the younger around his wrist. "Come here. Let us catch some fish. I know you will say, 'but Fen, we don't have any fishing poles' well let me show you a little trick father once showed me."Â
He shooed Tanis away from the fish and rabbit, managing to gather up what little of it was left and he handed it over to the boy telling him to hold it. From his bag he pulled out a spool of thread and started pulling out several long lengths that were twisted together before tied off. "This is makeshift fishing line. I know we don't have a hook but that is easily solved."Â
Into the underbrush he went until he came back with a really long hooked thorn which was then tied tightly to the line. He took the left over scraps from his brother and baited the hook then walking over to the stream. "The best place to fish is where you see an over hang of plants or land like.." He pointed to it and flopped down on his belly over the land with his make shift hook. "Come here, Taven. I wish for you to try this."
The makeshift line was handed over and then he twisted it around his brothers hand a few times. "You'll want grip so you can feel when the fish is on. When you feel it, jerk the line but lightly. You don't want to break your hook. Go on. Cast it in."Â
Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Fenris shouldnât have been surprised that he didnât gut the animal and skin it right there, but he was. Didnât he know better? Rid it of its bladder or else the meat will spoil. The man rolled his eyes but he wasnât going to give that away. Let the brat make himself sick. That would teach him that he only had too much to learn.Â
He could really only wager a guess as to what the young prince was even doing. Why were they heading North? That was only further away from home. Was he even planning on going home? If he was going to continue his little trek too much longer, Fenris might just have to haul him back home.Â
To him he seemed so very helpless. Totally oblivious to all his surroundings. How many rabbit holes, tracks and other animal tracks did he pass up in favor of just wandering around in the heat of the day? Â At least he managed to come across the stream.Â
If this were Fenris, heâd be fishing in a heart beat. All his brother seemed to do though was finally skin that damn rabbit. That would be a meal that would turn his guts sour later no doubt. Oh well, Fenris had to let him make his own mistakes he guessed.
Upon hearing those words from him he managed to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, âYou have no idea.â
Once the rabbit was cleaned, Taven decided that his meager breakfast of a lonely apple was not nearly enough. So, he set out to make a small fire, stringing the rabbit up on the branch of a tree as he set the flames to burn⌠Which took him longer than it should have, since he was far too lazy to find good kindling.
Though in reality he was doing quite poorly on his little trek, he though himself to be surviving quite well. So what if his stomach growled almost constantly now? So what if he hadnât caught this rabbit himself? Heâd made several fires successfully, harvested his own fruits, and generally made good for himself. Sure, he couldâve done better⌠But, that didnât matter. Not to Taven. No, what mattered was that he was doing it.
Spearing the rabbit on a small branch that he found soaking in the stream (which would keep his spit from burning) he set the rabbit over the hot coals, and munched on berries until it was doneâŚ
Well, almost until it was done. At first the smell that came to him of the cooking flesh made his stomach practically do flips at the thought of getting to eat it⌠But, the more he cooked the rabbit, the more he found himself curling his nose at the smell. The meat had begun to spoil. But, how? Heâd only had it a few hours, and it had been in his bag the whole time. Timidly, he reached for a piece of thigh meat, and tore it from the bone and sniffed it. The smell made him wretch, and he stood up, glaring down at the rabbit as if everything were itâs fault.
With a highly dissatisfied grunt, he kicked it into the fire, only to wretch once again at the smell of the burning flesh. Nearly shaking from the anger at himself, he kicked dirt onto his pathetically green burning fire, and the rancid meat. Once heâd taken out his anger on the carcass and the ashes, he slumped to the ground and looked like a kicked dog as he began to eat the last of his berries.
There were a few things that he was more than happy to see that the young prince was doing right. The spit from the water, that was right. How he skinned the meatâŚWell at least some things stuck in that thick skull of his. Had he eaten it and gotten sick, Fenris wouldnât have felt too sorry for him though. His tantrum was fairly amusing however.
Digging into his bag the wolf dug out a few things. Some fish heâd managed to catch, a rabbit he skinned and cleaned and some bread and cheese. There was more than enough food for him here so he finally decided to take pity on the little pup and head out to him.Â
Fenris didnât say a word as he strolled up to his brother, and then past him. He picked up dry grasses, weeds, twigs and started up a small tinder of fire. Soon a log was added and then he finally looked to the boy. âYou forgot to clean the rabbit, Taven.â He gestured next to him, then pulling his spit out and soaking it for a moment in the running water. The fish and rabbit were added and he blew a little on the flames to get them really going hot. âYou must be hungry.â
Despite their fight, despite how stupid he thought his brother was being he did love him and he did care about him. He wouldnât let him go hungry, even if he thought it was what he deserved. He was a spoiled brat, and he wouldnât go easy on him, but Fenris had once been in the same situation himself.Â
Tanis loped up soon as well, flopping down by the water and taking a drink. That would probably give it all away. The fact that heâd been the one to help his brother catch the game in the first place. Tanis was with him, and he was almost always with him. Fenris said nothing about it and for once, he didnât lecture him either.Â
Taven watched his brother with a clenched jaw as he wandered over to him and started building a fire. âI donât need your helpâŚâ He mumbled under his breath as he watched him, and then when Fenris made eye contact, and the first thing out of his mouth was critical of his skills, Taven was angry enough to cry.
âI said I donât need your help!â The boy pushed himself up to his feet, and glared down at his brother, kicking dirt onto the food and the fire. âI donât want your stupid fish, I donât want your stupid rabbit, or your stupid fire.â Then he glared at Tanis, hands clenching and unclenching into fists as a tic worked in his jaw. âAnd this dumb animal can drown for all I care!â
Honestly, Taven couldnât remember the last time heâd been so furious, so frustrated, or so hurt. He didnât see that Fenris was worried about him, or trying to help. All he saw was that the older man was trying to show him up, and show how ignorant he was. Well, Taven wouldnât take that lying down.
In the heat of his anger, the boy rushed over to Fenris, and with one sudden harsh grip on the back of his cloak, he pulled him down and back, throwing him into the dirt. Granted, he probably wouldnât have been able to do that if Fenris had been paying attention, and if Taven hadnât used the element of surprise. But, that didnât matter to him. His face was red as he stared down at the dark haired man and his eyes burned from rage and shame filled tears that he refused to shed.
âLeave me alone! Why canât you just mind your own damn business and let me be?! I came out here for a reason and you just come traipsing through the woods, throwing your skills in my face! I get it, Fenris. I get it! Iâm not as good as you. Iâll never be as good as you. But, that doesnât mean you have to make me feel like an idiot for it!â
As the boys feelings and irritations boiled over from their fight and from his days spent alone in the woods, he huffed, and panted slightly.
âI donât want your damn helpâŚâ And with that, he turned on his heel and started off in some direction, sure to get himself even more lost.
He expected Taven to be angry. He even expected him to throw some sort of fit. However, he thought the gnawing in his stomach would have prevented him from kicking dirt over the food and fire. His hands clenched into fists but he did his best to remain calm least he end up beating his younger brother bloody. It wasn't that big of a deal though. He could always rinse the animals off and restart the fire. He just had to remember that Taven was a petulant child an--
Then he was in the dirt. His blue eyes went rather wide for a moment, caught off guard by that action. It wasn't like Taven to try this with him. If anyone could win in a fight it was Fenris, he fought like the wolves he was named for. Brutal, vicious and somewhat cruel if you pushed him to that point. All of his thoughts were on how he was going to bloody Taven's nose, getting his hands under him with a curl of his lip at the boy.
That is until he saw those tears swimming in his eyes and he really took the time to listen.Â
Throwing his skills in his face? No...no that wasn't what Fenris was trying to do here. He could see just how hurt and how upset the boy was. In fact he seemed to be acting more and more like this lately. With a sigh, Fenris stood up and went after him.
"Taven, stop." His voice was calm for once, even if there was still anger boiling just under the surface because of that little stunt, he was trying to do as their father would do. He just wanted to calm the boy down. This next part was even hard for him to say. He had to be the bigger man though. He had to be the big brother. "Taven, I do not mean to try and show you up. I came out here because I was worried for you."
He brought his hand up to his shoulder, being sure that he had the boy's attention. "You know, I was once in very much the same position as you are right now. I was not simply born with these skill, brother. Someone had to teach me...and that was our Father. Maybe you don't see it, but by telling you that you do not have the skills you need I only wish to show you what you do need. I want to pass on the one thing I have left of him...to you.
This is not about pride, or skill right now. If it was, I would not be offering my help. I care for you deeply, Taven. There are times when my foolish pride just does not allow me to show it to you and for that, I am sorry."
Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Fenris shouldnât have been surprised that he didnât gut the animal and skin it right there, but he was. Didnât he know better? Rid it of its bladder or else the meat will spoil. The man rolled his eyes but he wasnât going to give that away. Let the brat make himself sick. That would teach him that he only had too much to learn.Â
He could really only wager a guess as to what the young prince was even doing. Why were they heading North? That was only further away from home. Was he even planning on going home? If he was going to continue his little trek too much longer, Fenris might just have to haul him back home.Â
To him he seemed so very helpless. Totally oblivious to all his surroundings. How many rabbit holes, tracks and other animal tracks did he pass up in favor of just wandering around in the heat of the day? Â At least he managed to come across the stream.Â
If this were Fenris, heâd be fishing in a heart beat. All his brother seemed to do though was finally skin that damn rabbit. That would be a meal that would turn his guts sour later no doubt. Oh well, Fenris had to let him make his own mistakes he guessed.
Upon hearing those words from him he managed to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, âYou have no idea.â
Once the rabbit was cleaned, Taven decided that his meager breakfast of a lonely apple was not nearly enough. So, he set out to make a small fire, stringing the rabbit up on the branch of a tree as he set the flames to burn⌠Which took him longer than it should have, since he was far too lazy to find good kindling.
Though in reality he was doing quite poorly on his little trek, he though himself to be surviving quite well. So what if his stomach growled almost constantly now? So what if he hadnât caught this rabbit himself? Heâd made several fires successfully, harvested his own fruits, and generally made good for himself. Sure, he couldâve done better⌠But, that didnât matter. Not to Taven. No, what mattered was that he was doing it.
Spearing the rabbit on a small branch that he found soaking in the stream (which would keep his spit from burning) he set the rabbit over the hot coals, and munched on berries until it was doneâŚ
Well, almost until it was done. At first the smell that came to him of the cooking flesh made his stomach practically do flips at the thought of getting to eat it⌠But, the more he cooked the rabbit, the more he found himself curling his nose at the smell. The meat had begun to spoil. But, how? Heâd only had it a few hours, and it had been in his bag the whole time. Timidly, he reached for a piece of thigh meat, and tore it from the bone and sniffed it. The smell made him wretch, and he stood up, glaring down at the rabbit as if everything were itâs fault.
With a highly dissatisfied grunt, he kicked it into the fire, only to wretch once again at the smell of the burning flesh. Nearly shaking from the anger at himself, he kicked dirt onto his pathetically green burning fire, and the rancid meat. Once heâd taken out his anger on the carcass and the ashes, he slumped to the ground and looked like a kicked dog as he began to eat the last of his berries.
There were a few things that he was more than happy to see that the young prince was doing right. The spit from the water, that was right. How he skinned the meat...Well at least some things stuck in that thick skull of his. Had he eaten it and gotten sick, Fenris wouldn't have felt too sorry for him though. His tantrum was fairly amusing however.
Digging into his bag the wolf dug out a few things. Some fish he'd managed to catch, a rabbit he skinned and cleaned and some bread and cheese. There was more than enough food for him here so he finally decided to take pity on the little pup and head out to him.Â
Fenris didn't say a word as he strolled up to his brother, and then past him. He picked up dry grasses, weeds, twigs and started up a small tinder of fire. Soon a log was added and then he finally looked to the boy. "You forgot to clean the rabbit, Taven." He gestured next to him, then pulling his spit out and soaking it for a moment in the running water. The fish and rabbit were added and he blew a little on the flames to get them really going hot. "You must be hungry."
Despite their fight, despite how stupid he thought his brother was being he did love him and he did care about him. He wouldn't let him go hungry, even if he thought it was what he deserved. He was a spoiled brat, and he wouldn't go easy on him, but Fenris had once been in the same situation himself.Â
Tanis loped up soon as well, flopping down by the water and taking a drink. That would probably give it all away. The fact that he'd been the one to help his brother catch the game in the first place. Tanis was with him, and he was almost always with him. Fenris said nothing about it and for once, he didn't lecture him either.Â
Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Before dawn⌠Taven hated waking before dawn. But, if it would prove something to his ass of a brother, heâd gladly deal with it.
The fight that the young prince had gotten into with Fenris the day before still hung heavy in his mind. Heâd been doubted, called a child on several different occasions, and to hear that coming from one he looked up to⌠One he aspired to be like. To say it hurt his pride would be an understatement. But, to say it hurt his heart⌠Tavenâs hands clenched into fists as he laced his hunting boots far too tight at the thought that Fenris had so little faith in him.
You will see, brother. The bright one thought to himself as he packed his bag and headed to the kitchen. He would only bring a dayâs worth of food. Anything else would be giving himself too much leeway, and the boy⌠No, the man would not be going easy on himself. Not today.
As he pondered on whether or not to take a horse, he thought about an extra mouth to feed and how it would make this self-given challenge that much harder. But, a challenge would be worth it. He would return, days, or weeks later, and be able to shout from the castleâs towers that he had done it. Taven the Bright, Third Prince of Adwriath had proven his mettle.
Still, should he fail⌠He could never do that to one of his beloved stallions, or any of the gentle mares that he tended for. No⌠No horse. He would do this on his own. The prince would walk the miles into the forest on his own two feet, until they cracked and bled if he had to. Fenris would no longer doubt that Taven was a man, and that he was worthy.
By nightfall, Taven was lost⌠Very lost. Just where he needed to be. Heâd set snares, and hunted game, found berries and fruits (the fact that heâd almost harvested poisonous mushrooms would, however go conveniently forgotten), and made a decent meal for himself the next day or two. But⌠By the end of the second day, the prince had sorely found out that he had gone too far⌠The trees were too thick, the game to skittish, and he was running out of food, since heâd forgotten where to find the snares that heâd laid.
But, Taven would push on. As he laid next to a small fire, he found himself growing angry at Fenris, yet again. He wouldnât even have to be out in this damn wood if the ass hadnât called him a child and doubted his skill.
It only took one day for Fenris to really notice that Taven had left. Sometimes he would be gone off tending to his orchard, but he never spent more than a day out in the woods alone. Not that he knew of anyway. No. Taven was far too used to the comforts of his feather bed for that.Â
Though Fenris didnât go after him. No, instead he decided heâd wait. Surly the boy hadnât gone too far. He didnât know those woods as greatly as he claimed and he was sure he didnât want to get lost.Â
By the end of the second night Fenris was packing up his supplies, a bow, a short sword, and provisions. He headed out into the woods by moon light, just knowing that his fool headed brother had gone and gotten himself lost to prove himself. Some proving. Fenris heard the shuffled and snuffle of an animal joining his side. A great black wolf with bright yellow eyes nudged up ended his hand to get his attention.
âI know, Tanis,â He murmured to the beast. The animal could always sense when something was wrong and often strayed from the rest of the pack to be with him. He let his hand rest atop his head as the walked, heading down Tavenâs often traveled trail but keeping eyes open.
Just as he though, about half way to the small orchard were sure signs of his brother wandering off. âFoolish oaf of a boy.â He shook his head and saw all the smashed underbrush. It was easy enough to follow. It headed directly east, which was good. Maybe he was wrong and the young prince was merely camping out. Heading east would allow him to follow the sun back to his trail.
As they got deeper into the wooded area, and the path started to zig zag and even loop, Fenris was having serious doubts. They were in the older growth now. Though he was happy to see that he set snares good enough to work. The rabbits in both were soon dead, hanging from his belt and then he smelled it.
Tanis did before him even, his tail wagging some and taking off. A shrill whistle and the beast was back at his side. It was too soft to carry to his brother, who he decided just to check on. He had smelled his fire. Too green by the scent of it. It burned rather smoky and the ranger gave a shake of his head. At least he was warm.
It had only taken Fenris five hours to track down his brother, but he decided that he wouldnât disturb him just yet. The pair wandered off deeper into the woods and he stared his own small cooking fire, roasting one rabbit and giving the other to Tanis who ate by his side. Heâd keep an eye on the brat, and observe his âskillsâ in the forest before he said anything to him.
That is, if he did at all.Â
Because of his serious lack of observation skills, Taven hadnât the slightest idea that anyone had come even remotely close to finding him. He was lonely, chilled, getting hungrier by the second, because his low wares were gnawing at the back of his mind, and he just wanted to go home. The hard packed dirt underneath him was uncomfortable despite the leaf litter, and he swore that fires were the most useless thing to heat anything, unless they were ten feet tall and coming from the hearth in his room.
But, despite his discomfort, he would push on as long as he could. So, with the sun completely set, and his stomach growling, he rolled over under his blanket, and attempted to sleep.
The dawn woke him early the next morning, and that was one fact heâd forgotten about. Canât sleep in with the sun shining down on your face. So, with a grumbled protest, he set to tearing down his camp, and preparing himself for a hunt.
With his fire stamped out, and his annoyingly light pack slung across his shoulder with his bow and quiver, he set out for the day. He had to catch something, and he still couldnât find those damn snares. Hours rolled buy, and he cursed his loud step as every possible animal that came his way ran off at the sound of his feet. That is until he finally stumbled upon his snares -on purpose of course- and found each one, not only empty, but triggered. Yet, there was no game.
Growling in frustration, Taven balled up the twine of his snares and threw it, pacing in a circle as he thought about what to do. Either someone had found his snares, and taken his food, or an animal had pulled the damned things free. As he searched for any snare that might have been missed, a soft padding behind him made him whirl around.
Standing not even five feet away with him was a familiar black wolf, and haunting yellow eyes met his. Of course, wolves donât really have much in the way of facial expressions, but he swore that his brotherâs companion was laughing at him. Glaring at the idiotic canine, he threw his arms up in the air, and faked rushing him.
âWhat do you want, you damn hound?! More of my food to eat for yourself, or just to taunt me!? Go back and tell your master that heâs lucky I donât skin you alive!â
Of course it would be one of those damn wolves that would take his game⌠How else could Fenris ruin this trip? It was that idiotâs fault he was even lost in the woods.
Of course the brotherâs both had totally different mornings. Fenris had stayed nice and warm with his wolf by his side, bedded down around the small but hot fire. It hardly smoked but burned hot. One log and it had lasted the night. He knew exactly what he was doing. He took his own lumps once upon a time and learned all of this.
He was up before the dawn, food in his belly and then back to spying on his brother before the lazy boy was even up. It was no issue to follow the lost, loud teen through the forest. He scared away more game than he came acrossâŚ
But then they came to those snares and a little guilt set in.Â
The only reason Tanis was so close to Taven was because heâd told him to do so. He had a plan because when he realized they were coming across his snares and that heâd eaten his meal, heâd be very upset.Â
The wolf was trained to hunt. Tanis was more domestic than any of the otherâs in Fenrisâ pack. He was also wicked smart. A simple âgo hunt with Tavenâ and he was off next to the boy. Even though he was yelling at him. Fenris was watching, rolling his eyes at the scene before him. As if the wolf would listen to him. Or even understand him. He had to laugh at that last comment. Skin him alive. Tanis would bite a chunk out of his hide before he had the chance.
He didnât have to wait long for his plan to come to light though. It seemed this was common enough ground for rabbit. Tanis was in the underbrush in a few short seconds, a snarl and then a snap and one large rabbit was laid at the boyâs feet. Good. This would teach him never to underestimate the value of a companion. Be it animal or otherwise.Â
Though the wolf wouldnât stay by his side. With that shrill whistle, very much akin to a birdâs call, the wolf trotted off, all but vanishing into the trees. Fenris put his hand on top of the wolfâs head and kept his eyes on his brother.Â
âThat is the only one you get, brother. One meal for one meal.â Now it would only remain to be seen what he would do. Would he make it last, or would the foolish hungry boy eat it all in one sitting? Fenris had an idea of what might happen.Â
At first when the wolf wandered away into the underbrush, Taven smiled at himself for successfully giving the wolf an order⌠But, then he heard the sounds of snarling, and the shrill cry of a rabbit that always made Taven cringe every time he heard it. Then silence and there was a rabbit laid at his feet. âWhat theâŚ?â Taven knelt to pick up the carcass and looked to the wolf as it trotted off.
âYou couldâve skinned it for me too, you useless canine!â Of course Taven knew that a wolf skinning a rabbit was impossible. But, he was still angry, and still frustrated at his losses earlier that wouldâve made a good meal or two for the rest of his time out in the woods. Tucking the rabbit into his game bag (without cleaning, or even gutting it) he set off.Â
Taven would wait, picking at his stores of fruits and berries, and the single apple he had left in his bag as he wandered on, circling around and making several failed attempts to get himself back in the direction of home. He knew he should be walking east, and he thought thatâs what he was doing. But, nothing seemed familiar anymoreâŚ
Halfway through the day, Taven slumped down next to a small stream and refilled his water-skin with an annoyed huff. âThis was a terrible ideaâŚâ He mumbled to himself as he pulled his rabbit from his bag, and began the process of skinning it. At least he was smart enough to save the pelt for possible use laterâŚ
Fenris shouldn't have been surprised that he didn't gut the animal and skin it right there, but he was. Didn't he know better? Rid it of its bladder or else the meat will spoil. The man rolled his eyes but he wasn't going to give that away. Let the brat make himself sick. That would teach him that he only had too much to learn.Â
He could really only wager a guess as to what the young prince was even doing. Why were they heading North? That was only further away from home. Was he even planning on going home? If he was going to continue his little trek too much longer, Fenris might just have to haul him back home.Â
To him he seemed so very helpless. Totally oblivious to all his surroundings. How many rabbit holes, tracks and other animal tracks did he pass up in favor of just wandering around in the heat of the day? Â At least he managed to come across the stream.Â
If this were Fenris, he'd be fishing in a heart beat. All his brother seemed to do though was finally skin that damn rabbit. That would be a meal that would turn his guts sour later no doubt. Oh well, Fenris had to let him make his own mistakes he guessed.
Upon hearing those words from him he managed to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, "You have no idea."
Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Before dawn⌠Taven hated waking before dawn. But, if it would prove something to his ass of a brother, heâd gladly deal with it.
The fight that the young prince had gotten into with Fenris the day before still hung heavy in his mind. Heâd been doubted, called a child on several different occasions, and to hear that coming from one he looked up to⌠One he aspired to be like. To say it hurt his pride would be an understatement. But, to say it hurt his heart⌠Tavenâs hands clenched into fists as he laced his hunting boots far too tight at the thought that Fenris had so little faith in him.
You will see, brother. The bright one thought to himself as he packed his bag and headed to the kitchen. He would only bring a dayâs worth of food. Anything else would be giving himself too much leeway, and the boy⌠No, the man would not be going easy on himself. Not today.
As he pondered on whether or not to take a horse, he thought about an extra mouth to feed and how it would make this self-given challenge that much harder. But, a challenge would be worth it. He would return, days, or weeks later, and be able to shout from the castleâs towers that he had done it. Taven the Bright, Third Prince of Adwriath had proven his mettle.
Still, should he fail⌠He could never do that to one of his beloved stallions, or any of the gentle mares that he tended for. No⌠No horse. He would do this on his own. The prince would walk the miles into the forest on his own two feet, until they cracked and bled if he had to. Fenris would no longer doubt that Taven was a man, and that he was worthy.
By nightfall, Taven was lost⌠Very lost. Just where he needed to be. Heâd set snares, and hunted game, found berries and fruits (the fact that heâd almost harvested poisonous mushrooms would, however go conveniently forgotten), and made a decent meal for himself the next day or two. But⌠By the end of the second day, the prince had sorely found out that he had gone too far⌠The trees were too thick, the game to skittish, and he was running out of food, since heâd forgotten where to find the snares that heâd laid.
But, Taven would push on. As he laid next to a small fire, he found himself growing angry at Fenris, yet again. He wouldnât even have to be out in this damn wood if the ass hadnât called him a child and doubted his skill.
It only took one day for Fenris to really notice that Taven had left. Sometimes he would be gone off tending to his orchard, but he never spent more than a day out in the woods alone. Not that he knew of anyway. No. Taven was far too used to the comforts of his feather bed for that.Â
Though Fenris didnât go after him. No, instead he decided heâd wait. Surly the boy hadnât gone too far. He didnât know those woods as greatly as he claimed and he was sure he didnât want to get lost.Â
By the end of the second night Fenris was packing up his supplies, a bow, a short sword, and provisions. He headed out into the woods by moon light, just knowing that his fool headed brother had gone and gotten himself lost to prove himself. Some proving. Fenris heard the shuffled and snuffle of an animal joining his side. A great black wolf with bright yellow eyes nudged up ended his hand to get his attention.
âI know, Tanis,â He murmured to the beast. The animal could always sense when something was wrong and often strayed from the rest of the pack to be with him. He let his hand rest atop his head as the walked, heading down Tavenâs often traveled trail but keeping eyes open.
Just as he though, about half way to the small orchard were sure signs of his brother wandering off. âFoolish oaf of a boy.â He shook his head and saw all the smashed underbrush. It was easy enough to follow. It headed directly east, which was good. Maybe he was wrong and the young prince was merely camping out. Heading east would allow him to follow the sun back to his trail.
As they got deeper into the wooded area, and the path started to zig zag and even loop, Fenris was having serious doubts. They were in the older growth now. Though he was happy to see that he set snares good enough to work. The rabbits in both were soon dead, hanging from his belt and then he smelled it.
Tanis did before him even, his tail wagging some and taking off. A shrill whistle and the beast was back at his side. It was too soft to carry to his brother, who he decided just to check on. He had smelled his fire. Too green by the scent of it. It burned rather smoky and the ranger gave a shake of his head. At least he was warm.
It had only taken Fenris five hours to track down his brother, but he decided that he wouldnât disturb him just yet. The pair wandered off deeper into the woods and he stared his own small cooking fire, roasting one rabbit and giving the other to Tanis who ate by his side. Heâd keep an eye on the brat, and observe his âskillsâ in the forest before he said anything to him.
That is, if he did at all.Â
Because of his serious lack of observation skills, Taven hadnât the slightest idea that anyone had come even remotely close to finding him. He was lonely, chilled, getting hungrier by the second, because his low wares were gnawing at the back of his mind, and he just wanted to go home. The hard packed dirt underneath him was uncomfortable despite the leaf litter, and he swore that fires were the most useless thing to heat anything, unless they were ten feet tall and coming from the hearth in his room.
But, despite his discomfort, he would push on as long as he could. So, with the sun completely set, and his stomach growling, he rolled over under his blanket, and attempted to sleep.
The dawn woke him early the next morning, and that was one fact heâd forgotten about. Canât sleep in with the sun shining down on your face. So, with a grumbled protest, he set to tearing down his camp, and preparing himself for a hunt.
With his fire stamped out, and his annoyingly light pack slung across his shoulder with his bow and quiver, he set out for the day. He had to catch something, and he still couldnât find those damn snares. Hours rolled buy, and he cursed his loud step as every possible animal that came his way ran off at the sound of his feet. That is until he finally stumbled upon his snares -on purpose of course- and found each one, not only empty, but triggered. Yet, there was no game.
Growling in frustration, Taven balled up the twine of his snares and threw it, pacing in a circle as he thought about what to do. Either someone had found his snares, and taken his food, or an animal had pulled the damned things free. As he searched for any snare that might have been missed, a soft padding behind him made him whirl around.
Standing not even five feet away with him was a familiar black wolf, and haunting yellow eyes met his. Of course, wolves donât really have much in the way of facial expressions, but he swore that his brotherâs companion was laughing at him. Glaring at the idiotic canine, he threw his arms up in the air, and faked rushing him.
âWhat do you want, you damn hound?! More of my food to eat for yourself, or just to taunt me!? Go back and tell your master that heâs lucky I donât skin you alive!â
Of course it would be one of those damn wolves that would take his game⌠How else could Fenris ruin this trip? It was that idiotâs fault he was even lost in the woods.
Of course the brother's both had totally different mornings. Fenris had stayed nice and warm with his wolf by his side, bedded down around the small but hot fire. It hardly smoked but burned hot. One log and it had lasted the night. He knew exactly what he was doing. He took his own lumps once upon a time and learned all of this.
He was up before the dawn, food in his belly and then back to spying on his brother before the lazy boy was even up. It was no issue to follow the lost, loud teen through the forest. He scared away more game than he came across...
But then they came to those snares and a little guilt set in.Â
The only reason Tanis was so close to Taven was because he'd told him to do so. He had a plan because when he realized they were coming across his snares and that he'd eaten his meal, he'd be very upset.Â
The wolf was trained to hunt. Tanis was more domestic than any of the other's in Fenris' pack. He was also wicked smart. A simple 'go hunt with Taven' and he was off next to the boy. Even though he was yelling at him. Fenris was watching, rolling his eyes at the scene before him. As if the wolf would listen to him. Or even understand him. He had to laugh at that last comment. Skin him alive. Tanis would bite a chunk out of his hide before he had the chance.
He didn't have to wait long for his plan to come to light though. It seemed this was common enough ground for rabbit. Tanis was in the underbrush in a few short seconds, a snarl and then a snap and one large rabbit was laid at the boy's feet. Good. This would teach him never to underestimate the value of a companion. Be it animal or otherwise.Â
Though the wolf wouldn't stay by his side. With that shrill whistle, very much akin to a bird's call, the wolf trotted off, all but vanishing into the trees. Fenris put his hand on top of the wolf's head and kept his eyes on his brother.Â
"That is the only one you get, brother. One meal for one meal." Now it would only remain to be seen what he would do. Would he make it last, or would the foolish hungry boy eat it all in one sitting? Fenris had an idea of what might happen.Â
A Shifter Approches the Wolf
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So many beings, so many people lately. Fenris was almost not surprised to come across another woman. Though nothing seemed to be too remarkable about her, he gave her a soft bow. âGood eve, lady. I am Fenris of the Wolves.â
âFenris of the Wolves, eh?â Len smiled slightly, a soft chuckle slipping past her lips. There were plenty of ways to introduce herself, here, now, considering his self-proclaimed title, âIâm Lenore. Of the Ravens, I suppose I could say.â God, she was lame. A nervous smile flitted over her lips, âSorry, that was.. stupid.â
The Prince smiled slightly, seeming not to mind her title at all. In fact, it was nice to meet someone else who had one. "It's not stupid, Lady Lenore, of the Ravens." He offered her a slight bow, blue eyes staying trained to hers. "It is my pleasure to meet you."
[ /squeaks. I did reply to you, so you know D: ]
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Proving your Worth | acrimoniouswolf
Before dawn⌠Taven hated waking before dawn. But, if it would prove something to his ass of a brother, heâd gladly deal with it.
The fight that the young prince had gotten into with Fenris the day before still hung heavy in his mind. Heâd been doubted, called a child on several different occasions, and to hear that coming from one he looked up to⌠One he aspired to be like. To say it hurt his pride would be an understatement. But, to say it hurt his heart⌠Tavenâs hands clenched into fists as he laced his hunting boots far too tight at the thought that Fenris had so little faith in him.
You will see, brother. The bright one thought to himself as he packed his bag and headed to the kitchen. He would only bring a dayâs worth of food. Anything else would be giving himself too much leeway, and the boy⌠No, the man would not be going easy on himself. Not today.
As he pondered on whether or not to take a horse, he thought about an extra mouth to feed and how it would make this self-given challenge that much harder. But, a challenge would be worth it. He would return, days, or weeks later, and be able to shout from the castleâs towers that he had done it. Taven the Bright, Third Prince of Adwriath had proven his mettle.
Still, should he fail⌠He could never do that to one of his beloved stallions, or any of the gentle mares that he tended for. No⌠No horse. He would do this on his own. The prince would walk the miles into the forest on his own two feet, until they cracked and bled if he had to. Fenris would no longer doubt that Taven was a man, and that he was worthy.
By nightfall, Taven was lost⌠Very lost. Just where he needed to be. Heâd set snares, and hunted game, found berries and fruits (the fact that heâd almost harvested poisonous mushrooms would, however go conveniently forgotten), and made a decent meal for himself the next day or two. But⌠By the end of the second day, the prince had sorely found out that he had gone too far⌠The trees were too thick, the game to skittish, and he was running out of food, since heâd forgotten where to find the snares that heâd laid.
But, Taven would push on. As he laid next to a small fire, he found himself growing angry at Fenris, yet again. He wouldnât even have to be out in this damn wood if the ass hadnât called him a child and doubted his skill.
It only took one day for Fenris to really notice that Taven had left. Sometimes he would be gone off tending to his orchard, but he never spent more than a day out in the woods alone. Not that he knew of anyway. No. Taven was far too used to the comforts of his feather bed for that.Â
Though Fenris didn't go after him. No, instead he decided he'd wait. Surly the boy hadn't gone too far. He didn't know those woods as greatly as he claimed and he was sure he didn't want to get lost.Â
By the end of the second night Fenris was packing up his supplies, a bow, a short sword, and provisions. He headed out into the woods by moon light, just knowing that his fool headed brother had gone and gotten himself lost to prove himself. Some proving. Fenris heard the shuffled and snuffle of an animal joining his side. A great black wolf with bright yellow eyes nudged up ended his hand to get his attention.
"I know, Tanis," He murmured to the beast. The animal could always sense when something was wrong and often strayed from the rest of the pack to be with him. He let his hand rest atop his head as the walked, heading down Taven's often traveled trail but keeping eyes open.
Just as he though, about half way to the small orchard were sure signs of his brother wandering off. "Foolish oaf of a boy." He shook his head and saw all the smashed underbrush. It was easy enough to follow. It headed directly east, which was good. Maybe he was wrong and the young prince was merely camping out. Heading east would allow him to follow the sun back to his trail.
As they got deeper into the wooded area, and the path started to zig zag and even loop, Fenris was having serious doubts. They were in the older growth now. Though he was happy to see that he set snares good enough to work. The rabbits in both were soon dead, hanging from his belt and then he smelled it.
Tanis did before him even, his tail wagging some and taking off. A shrill whistle and the beast was back at his side. It was too soft to carry to his brother, who he decided just to check on. He had smelled his fire. Too green by the scent of it. It burned rather smoky and the ranger gave a shake of his head. At least he was warm.
It had only taken Fenris five hours to track down his brother, but he decided that he wouldn't disturb him just yet. The pair wandered off deeper into the woods and he stared his own small cooking fire, roasting one rabbit and giving the other to Tanis who ate by his side. He'd keep an eye on the brat, and observe his 'skills' in the forest before he said anything to him.
That is, if he did at all.Â
âAs a matter of fact, I do think myself a man! It is not a joke, nor is it for your amusement or anyone elseâs! No need to berate me for being a child simply because you are becoming an old man.â
âI know that! I know what to look for, and how to find my way through that forest. Why must you think it impossible for anyone to be as good as, or better than you at the things you take pride in? I do not exaggerate, nor do I lie. You are simply growing to be a cruel man, and it seems as though youâve got an unnecessary vendetta against me!â
âAn old man? Twenty-five hardly makes me old, Taven. If you like to think of it that way though, then surely you are just a babe. You certainly act like one.â He smiled, and it was clear what started out as an argument was quickly turning into a joke. At least for Fenris.
 âI am not sorry I doubt your skill, brother. I spend days, hours and weeks out doors and yet you spend your childhood simply playing in the woods. You may know what to look for but your skill is highly out classed by my own. I do not say this to imply you have no skill, simply that you are arrogant in the knowledge you do have. Even I do not know all the secrets these woods hold and you would do well to respect your own lack of knowledge.Â
You think me so cruel, but you fail to realize I am only doing what I think best for you. To me you are always going to be the young boy who skins his knees and comes crying to me. Perhaps you think you have grown out of need of your brotherâs skill or knowledge. If you do, you are more foolish than even you let on.
We all have our skills. You with your horses. Sabriel with his words. I have mine in the forest. So yes, to hear that you believe your own skill to be matched with my own is offensive to me, Taven.â
âOh, shut up, Fenris!â Of course, the Bright Prince was quick in his wit as he grew more and more frustrated. He all but stamped his foot at his brotherâs long, and tedious lecture. The way he smiled didnât help the young manâs temper, either.
âPlaying in the woods? You call hunting and tending to my orchard playing? I donât care what you think is best for me. Iâm no longer a toddler, wobbling around begging for you to pick me up and take care of me! I can more than handle myself, and for you to think that I canât is a direct insult to me.
I hate it when you only see me as a child, Fenris. By the laws of our kingdom, by Fatherâs law⌠I am a man. You should show your respect to your fellow prince by recognizing him as such. You are not king yet, brother⌠Do not consider yourself so high and mighty, Fenris of the Wolves.â
If anyone knew Fenris, they knew that he was only trying to take care of his brother right now. He was only trying to guide him and help him become the man he knew he could. He was so close to stepping out of childhood and yet he just wouldn't take that final leap. Maybe he was too hard on him, but with their father gone he took it as his duty to be there for him in ways no one else could. Sabriel still treated him ever like the baby Taven seemed keen on being, so someone had to be the bad guy.
It didn't mean, however, that Fenris was immune to hurt himself. In fact he was rather sensitive. To bring up what Taven did, it twisted an angry blackness in his gut. Fenris's first reaction was to raise his hand to the young man, his lip curling like he was all but snarling. His arm shook and as quickly as he raised his arm, he dropped it.
He turned and walked away from the boy without another word. If Fenris was silent, he was seething. He had to remove himself from the situation before things got out of hand and his temper go the better of him. As of that moment, he was not talking to Taven any longer.
A knife for hire approaches the Wolf
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It seemed he couldn't get a moments rest from company this day. Though he didn't mind all that much. Fenris could be personable if he so desired. Yet another in strange dress though, he noticed. He would not bring much mention of it, but even the ranger knew something was off here. "Greetings. I do not believe we have met. I am Fenris of the wolves, Prince of Adwraith. A pleasure, I am sure."
A once Prince approached the Wolf.
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The ranger of the wolves swept his hood off his head when he heard approaching footsteps. He was merely sitting in the shadows having a puff off of his pipe when he saw the man before him. "Greetings. I do not believe I know you." He gave a bow of his head in greeting. "I am Fenris of the wolves, Prince of Adwraith."
A crowned Wolf comes before the Second Prince.
He stood still, waiting to see just what could come of his apology. He knew that regardless his elder brother would accept it, it was only a matter of when. Seconds passed by that felt more like days until, finally, there was some sort of movement. He watched as the light from his brotherâs pipes chased the shadows away. In a sense it was like a guessing game; was this the calm after the storm, or was it only the false promises of the eye.
When his brother finally spoke he lifted his head to look at him.Â
âYou need not ask forgiveness, dear brother.â
His eyes closed for a moment, head tilting into the hand that brushed against his cheek.
âYou were upset, and I am sorry that I upset you.â
âI will not make such jests again.â
Only Sabriel could make him feel this guilty about an angry out burst. He cared for his brother more dearly than he cared for anyone else. He held a connection with both of them, but Sabriel always seemed to understand him better. He held his cheek for a moment but decided that it wasnât enough. He had to make them both feel better about this.
It wasnât often that Fenris was affectionate. If he was wooing a woman, maybe. Rarely was it towards his brotherâs though past a soft touch or the squeeze of shoulders. So it might come as a surprise when the prince of wolves brought his brother in for an, albeit brief, hug.Â
âSab, you know that I am not truly so upset. I just hate to think that you could possibly underestimate the love I have for my brothers. I wish for you to never think that way, and it more upset me than angered me to think that you even considered such a foolish notion. I know I may tease you, and be too hard on Taven at timesâŚbut never doubt that I love you.âÂ
Just to further prove that he was no longer upset with the younger prince, Fenris took the affection only one step further. He placed a gentle kiss to his head. Something he probably had not done to his brother since they were much younger. Guilt was a funny thing though, and it drove you to do things that you didnât expect.Â
The hug did in-fact surprise him, and for a moment he did not know if he was to keep feeling bad over upsetting Fenris or not. He smiled, however, when his brother called him âSabâ.Â
âI do not doubt that you love us, and I am sure that in his heart Taven does not doubt your love. I will never believe that the love you have for us can ever be over-shadowed so easily.â
He let his eyes fall shut as Fenris placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. It was something he had not done since they were children, something that Fenris only did in times where Sabriel was upset.Â
âYou need not worry, dear brother. I do know that you love me, and I do not believe that you truly love your wolves more than me. A jest taken too far, I promise.â
Fenris nodded at his brother as he took a step back. Some space and then things could be back to normal again. He hated getting cross with Sabriel more than anyone else. Maybe it was because he was so protective of the fair prince. He even wanted to protect him from his own temper. The wolf prince turned to stand next to the younger prince, his eyes glancing out towards the forest.Â
"It pleases me to hear that, Sab. I should have know." He turned his eyes back toward him a smile on his face as he tried to lighten the mood.Â
"Now, would the fair prince like to join me on my travels into the forest, or are you going to be the shadow of another? I would enjoy your company, should you choose to join me, Sabriel."Â
âYou are never in the mood for my games, Fen⌠Now why would I want to do some horrid thing like growing up, when I can continue to act as I please and get away with what I wishâŚâ
âNo⌠I cannot recall anytime that you have⌠But, you are a sour wolf, brother⌠You never do anything fun. Always wandering around smoking your pipe and brooding like some cross old matron.â
âOne would think you would like the respect of being a man. Though I guess I can see why you continue to act a child. Mother must still dote on you.â
âSour I may be, but someone must show you that life is not all fun and games. You seem to think so. What I ought to do is toss you deep into the forest and see if you might make your way back. That would make a man out of you.â
âOh, I am a man. Very much of one. But, it seems that being the youngest of three princes has itâs perks⌠A perpetual free pass, if you will. There is no doting⌠Only favor.â
âI know these woods just as well as you, since youâve been trying to âmake a manâ out of me since my sixth year, Fenris. Just because life is not all fun and games does not mean that there cannot be any fun or games. Honestly, Fenris⌠You act as though anyone that has the audacity to laugh is personally attacking you. Itâs quite ridiculous.â
âOh you think yourself a man do you? I dare say that is one of the funniest jokes I have heard all day. You might consider taking up occupation as a jester, dear brother. You are a perpetual child.âÂ
âAgain with the jokes, brother. You think you know these woods as well as I? There is much more than landmarks and streams to know the woods, or any forest for that matter. You give yourself too much credit if that is the case. And six? Have you taken up exaggeration as well as tom foolery? You are just upset because I do not coddle you like everyone else does.Â
As for laughing, I do Taven. You are just not funny. At least not when you are trying.âÂ
âAs a matter of fact, I do think myself a man! It is not a joke, nor is it for your amusement or anyone elseâs! No need to berate me for being a child simply because you are becoming an old man.â
âI know that! I know what to look for, and how to find my way through that forest. Why must you think it impossible for anyone to be as good as, or better than you at the things you take pride in? I do not exaggerate, nor do I lie. You are simply growing to be a cruel man, and it seems as though youâve got an unnecessary vendetta against me!â
"An old man? Twenty-five hardly makes me old, Taven. If you like to think of it that way though, then surely you are just a babe. You certainly act like one." He smiled, and it was clear what started out as an argument was quickly turning into a joke. At least for Fenris.
 "I am not sorry I doubt your skill, brother. I spend days, hours and weeks out doors and yet you spend your childhood simply playing in the woods. You may know what to look for but your skill is highly out classed by my own. I do not say this to imply you have no skill, simply that you are arrogant in the knowledge you do have. Even I do not know all the secrets these woods hold and you would do well to respect your own lack of knowledge.Â
You think me so cruel, but you fail to realize I am only doing what I think best for you. To me you are always going to be the young boy who skins his knees and comes crying to me. Perhaps you think you have grown out of need of your brother's skill or knowledge. If you do, you are more foolish than even you let on.
We all have our skills. You with your horses. Sabriel with his words. I have mine in the forest. So yes, to hear that you believe your own skill to be matched with my own is offensive to me, Taven."
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âI would have a fit, that is no secret. You know how mother frets so when I do come home dirty. She always believes that some rogue or bandit has assaulted me.â He could not help the grin that spread over his features. âHowever I am sure that she would believe it if I told her that I happened to chase you into the woods and simply misjudged my footing.â
âAnd of course, it is good of this thief to keep returning my garments. Though sometimes I wonder exactly to what end to the steal my clothing if it is not to take them.â
Sabriel jumped, taken completely by surprise by his older brotherâs sudden change in mood. He almost fell backwards onto the path, a tragedy in itself, his breath catching for a moment as his eyes went wide. His hands had come up as if to protect himself but he quickly lowered them again, his gaze sudden finding the ground.
âI upset you⌠Forgive me. I was only jesting, but I⌠I went too far. I know you love both Taven and I, as I love you and Taven, and he loves the two of us⌠IâŚ. I was out of line⌠Forgive meâŚâ
All pervious conversation was lost when he saw how upset heâd made his brother. Though for a moment he didnât care. He was fairly upset himself. To hear such words uttered from someone he cared so very much about, well it hurt him. Heâd never admit it, but he was just as sensitive if not more so than his brothers. He hated when people assumed things about him that were not true and if I joke was taken even a hair too far, he couldnât stand it.
He stood there, watching his brotherâs downcast gaze. He knew Sabriel hadnât meant to upset him, not really, but it still stung. Though what stung worse here, he wondered? Was it that he joked about that, or that he looked very much the role of a kicked pup now.Â
He pulled his hood up once more, loading his pipe and then lighting it, letting silence settle over them for a moment. Only his eyes shown when he took a drag, the glowing embers of the weed driving away the shadow. He felt bad for snapping at him like that. This was his brother, after all, he should know well that he knew heâd always love him more than a pack of wolves.
Finally he spoke once again, voice softer now. As fast as the harshness came, it was gone again. âIt is fine, Sabriel. Forgive me, but it upsets me greatly to think that you consider my love for you below that of a pack of wolves.âÂ
How could he continue to stand like that, looking at him the way he was? Fenris bridged the gap between them, his hand brushing softly against his cheek. He recalled how he flinched, as if he was going to strike him. It ate at his gut, gnawed with guilt to think that he thought heâd ever raise a hand to him. âForgive me for getting so cross with you, brother. You know my temperâŚâÂ
He stood still, waiting to see just what could come of his apology. He knew that regardless his elder brother would accept it, it was only a matter of when. Seconds passed by that felt more like days until, finally, there was some sort of movement. He watched as the light from his brotherâs pipes chased the shadows away. In a sense it was like a guessing game; was this the calm after the storm, or was it only the false promises of the eye.
When his brother finally spoke he lifted his head to look at him.Â
âYou need not ask forgiveness, dear brother.â
His eyes closed for a moment, head tilting into the hand that brushed against his cheek.
âYou were upset, and I am sorry that I upset you.â
âI will not make such jests again.â
Only Sabriel could make him feel this guilty about an angry out burst. He cared for his brother more dearly than he cared for anyone else. He held a connection with both of them, but Sabriel always seemed to understand him better. He held his cheek for a moment but decided that it wasn't enough. He had to make them both feel better about this.
It wasn't often that Fenris was affectionate. If he was wooing a woman, maybe. Rarely was it towards his brother's though past a soft touch or the squeeze of shoulders. So it might come as a surprise when the prince of wolves brought his brother in for an, albeit brief, hug.Â
"Sab, you know that I am not truly so upset. I just hate to think that you could possibly underestimate the love I have for my brothers. I wish for you to never think that way, and it more upset me than angered me to think that you even considered such a foolish notion. I know I may tease you, and be too hard on Taven at times...but never doubt that I love you."Â
Just to further prove that he was no longer upset with the younger prince, Fenris took the affection only one step further. He placed a gentle kiss to his head. Something he probably had not done to his brother since they were much younger. Guilt was a funny thing though, and it drove you to do things that you didn't expect.Â
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So many beings, so many people lately. Fenris was almost not surprised to come across another woman. Though nothing seemed to be too remarkable about her, he gave her a soft bow. "Good eve, lady. I am Fenris of the Wolves."
