Guardian of richmond

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Sun and Moon // Saura & Din

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When the earth moved beneath them, the girl before him looked startled and reached out to steady her hands of the ground before her. He watched as she processed the mini earthquake, the expression of her face just barely changing to alert him of her feelings. He smiled though. He enjoyed to surprise others with his magick. It was a part of him so he loved to show others it, in hopes that maybe they would feel the desire to share something with him as well. It might have been a little selfish because ultimately he wanted to feed his curiosity, but he met very few over his years of life that didn’t find magick spectacular. 

Suddenly the woman spoke, asking if he were fae. His smile widened and pearly white teeth peeked out of the corners of his lips. Quickly, and subtly he changed his irises to appear like fire, bright red and raging. They flashed back to icy blue quickly; such a strong contrast to the fire that burned in his soul. He shook his head in confirmation, just a few quick nods of his head, smile still plastered on his lips. 

He scanned her over slowly with his eyes and his smile dimmed down to his resting face. He thought back to her fingernails changing from claws to human nails and knew she wasn’t just human. He scanned up her body to make eye contact and without moving a muscle he spoke to her. 

And you are?

Saura wasn’t as much afraid as she was surprised, own eyes going wide as she stared into fire. It was like watching the element make its home in his eye sockets, turning eyeballs into flames. She didn’t feel any heat, but that didn’t surprise her as much as it maybe should have. Being in the presence of a faery seemed to do that. They were the beings who had brought magic into this realm, had introduced a way of outwitting natural laws to create something of their own. She couldn’t even be sure it was real fire; it could have been an illusion, a vision, or something entirely different. His fire didn’t have to adhere to this world’s rules.

The thought wasn’t all that comforting.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem threatening, nor did he seem to intent to harm her or their surroundings in any way. He looked almost... curious. Thinking about it, that sentiment was understandable. Fae weren’t from this world; she couldn’t know if he had been here before, if he knew anything about earth. She smiled, allowing her body to relax as much as possible without interfering with her ability to be ready within the blink of an eye. There was a certain line she didn’t cross just yet. Her muscles weren’t completely relaxed, so that, if necessary, she could get into motion immediately. Though her gut told her it wouldn’t be necessary.

Instead of replying, she let her features shift, going through each of the forms except the last one. Fur grew, just to retreat again, turning back into hair as she shifted into the homid form. “Werewolf,” she finally said. “Child of Gaia.”

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Sun and Moon // Saura & Din

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earth-fire-din:

When the earth moved beneath them, the girl before him looked startled and reached out to steady her hands of the ground before her. He watched as she processed the mini earthquake, the expression of her face just barely changing to alert him of her feelings. He smiled though. He enjoyed to surprise others with his magick. It was a part of him so he loved to show others it, in hopes that maybe they would feel the desire to share something with him as well. It might have been a little selfish because ultimately he wanted to feed his curiosity, but he met very few over his years of life that didn’t find magick spectacular. 

Suddenly the woman spoke, asking if he were fae. His smile widened and pearly white teeth peeked out of the corners of his lips. Quickly, and subtly he changed his irises to appear like fire, bright red and raging. They flashed back to icy blue quickly; such a strong contrast to the fire that burned in his soul. He shook his head in confirmation, just a few quick nods of his head, smile still plastered on his lips. 

He scanned her over slowly with his eyes and his smile dimmed down to his resting face. He thought back to her fingernails changing from claws to human nails and knew she wasn’t just human. He scanned up her body to make eye contact and without moving a muscle he spoke to her. 

And you are?

Saura wasn’t as much afraid as she was surprised, own eyes going wide as she stared into fire. It was like watching the element make its home in his eye sockets, turning eyeballs into flames. She didn’t feel any heat, but that didn’t surprise her as much as it maybe should have. Being in the presence of a faery seemed to do that. They were the beings who had brought magic into this realm, had introduced a way of outwitting natural laws to create something of their own. She couldn’t even be sure it was real fire; it could have been an illusion, a vision, or something entirely different. His fire didn’t have to adhere to this world’s rules.

The thought wasn’t all that comforting.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem threatening, nor did he seem to intent to harm her or their surroundings in any way. He looked almost... curious. Thinking about it, that sentiment was understandable. Fae weren’t from this world; she couldn’t know if he had been here before, if he knew anything about earth. She smiled, allowing her body to relax as much as possible without interfering with her ability to be ready within the blink of an eye. There was a certain line she didn’t cross just yet. Her muscles weren’t completely relaxed, so that, if necessary, she could get into motion immediately. Though her gut told her it wouldn’t be necessary.

Instead of replying, she let her features shift, going through each of the forms except the last one. Fur grew, just to retreat again, turning back into hair as she shifted into the homid form. “Werewolf,” she finally said. “Child of Gaia.”

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On the road (Saura & Lailah)

SWP - United We Stand

The call to arms hadn’t surprised Saura even one bit. Her informant in Athoria had sent her as much information as they could, given the circumstances. At war. Never would she have imagined something like this to happen. Part of her had expected it, ever since all of the things in Athoria had happened, but being confronted with the call made it all the more real. Not for a second had she hesitated to follow the King’s summons. For one, she could only imagine what the consequences of not following would be, and what she imagined she didn’t like. Besides, even if there were no downsides to staying out of it, she would have rallied her pack anyway. This was their home; the home she had built up for herself after fleeing from the hell she had been born in. There was no way she’d let it be taken and dyed red in blood.

They weren’t the only ones on the King’s Road. For some time, she had stayed with her pack, leading those who shared her sentiment to the Harbour. The rest had remained in Richmond. She’d never force anyone into fighting, into something like this, but having all of her wolves with her would have helped her feel better about the situation, if only a bit. After some time, she had run forward, shifting into her fastest form to cover more ground. The sooner she arrived, the better. Hours could make the difference between being taken unprepared, by surprise, and being at least somewhat ready.

She doubted one could truly be ready for war, no matter what.

The werewolf stopped in her tracks upon stumbling upon another person. She shifted into a form that allowed speech and stepped closer. “Do you need help?” Saura asked.

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Detective work (Anton & Saura)

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antonhilmorsson:

There was luck in this lost pup being in England. Of anywhere else in the world he wasn’t so sure this child would be as accepted in. It was discerning how freely the supernaturals walked around so freely, even though most of the humans didn’t entirely know what was happening– there was some level of understanding that the world was much bigger than they knew. It was nothing like Athoria– where a lost pup found would most likely be slaughtered or sold off. Hadn’t that happened before? He’s heard stories but he’s just never had the proof of them. 

This was why pack life was so important. Anton understood Elki’s drive to bring together even the ronin’s and strays. The wolves would always be better as one than separate– even among traitors and disappointments. A wolf would come to a true alpha’s call if it was summoned– apart of Anton wondered if he howled upon the highest mountain if his brother would find him.  

“You will take this child I assume?” he inquired to Saura, peeking into the window of the first orphanage. There were children playing in the small yard on the side of the stucco building. Scents of lunch of meat and cheeses filled his nose easily. They looked so happy. Content to their small slice of life. How glorious to not have to worry about anything but what one was too eat and how many hours of the day they could play. Little ones always struck a chord in the old wolf who missed his great-grandkids like a dagger in his heart. 

“What if they are content with their family here?” he inquired, moving around to open the first door and see if this pup was here. 

Anton’s question was appropriate and struck a chord. Saura had asked herself the very same thing ever since they went on their quest. She wondered, if she had been in the child’s situation, whether she would have appreciated being taken away, or if she’d have preferred to stay. It wasn’t an issue simple reasoning could solve, the werewolf knew. Saura didn’t answer right away, instead following the other wolf inside. Her nose picked up the faintest of scents; the smells in the orphanage were one, all mixed and muddled, but she could discern where each came from, what its source was. She didn’t smell anything wolven, except for Anton and herself. “They’re not here,” she said quietly, stepping out into the open again.

After a few more moments of silence, she finally replied to Anton’s question. “Even if they are content,” Saura sighed, “if they have wolf blood in them, they won’t be anymore the moment they shift. As loving as the family might be, they’re human, and young, growing wolves do not belong into human families.” The words sounded harsh, but were true. First of all, there was the issue of either trying to hide what the child was - which, Saura could guess, would be in vain -- or explaining to the family what they were, which would only end in misery, tragedy and possibly violence. Then there was the issue of no one else finding out, of forcing the child to hide such a large, integral part of their self from the world around them. “Our kind must be protected.” 

Saura walked to the second door and opened it, sniffing the air. Nothing, again. While she hadn’t expected to find the child so quickly, it was disappointing nevertheless.

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not so friendly company || saura&wyatt || fb: 8 years

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wyatt-mason-clark:

Wyatt’s instincts were shattered by his chattering lips; though every part of him told him that this woman in the forest was no ordinary person, his flight or fight was beginning to take over. He needed to survive and no demon was going to show up and save him anytime soon. The thought was sickening.

The offer and idea of shelter and warmth was enough to allow Wyatt to lower his knives. He was shivering and weak and it made him grind his teeth together in anger. He did not miss his possession in the slightest but he did miss the part about being strong.

“O-okay,” was his final and defeating answer. With cautiousness he picked up his bag and moved towards the darkened silhouette in the night. His heart was racing in both fear and anticipation. She might have sounded sweet and comforting but Wyatt knew otherwise. There were dangers in the world that he was privy too now, dangers that the demonic possession had exposed him to. The world was not safe. Even with the rebellion of Mason’s Army they would not always be able to protect themselves. Wyatt would find a way, he promised himself in that very moment. He would find a way to be useful to Kris Mason and his father’s legacy, to the Army and defeat whatever monsters came their way.

He just had to survive tonight first.

There were thousands of questions he wanted to ask the stranger of the woods but Wyatt found his mind blank from the chill. They walked in silence, save the chattering of Wyatt’s teeth.

When he lowered his knife, Saura allowed herself a small, comforting smile. So he wasn’t beyond seeing reason; that was a good sign. She knew what madness could do to the mind, what panic and fear could make out of a being, human or not. There was so little what differentiated sentient life from animals, a fact the werewolves knew even better than any other creature of the night. It was a thin line, one that could easily be crossed. While there was a way back to sanity, to clarity, it wasn’t easily found, and leading someone back to it was the more difficult the longer the person had walked the other side. A friend of humanity more often than not, it brought Saura a small measure of joy to see he hadn’t taken to walking down an irreversible path.

She moved slowly with exaggerated movements to assure him she wouldn’t do anything unexpected. It was very similar to dealing with a frightened animal. The silence seemed to offer comfort, at least the stranger didn’t try his best to break it, so Saura kept it that way, offering only words of “careful” and “stop” when he was about to step into a hole in the ground or stumble over a thick branch. His absence of mind was an advantage, as otherwise he might have wondered why she could see what he couldn’t. Even then, many knew of, or rather believed in, a guardian in the forest, a supernatural being. What little people had seen so far they had attributed to that.

The fact that once or twice she had been called an angel still made her smile. She wasn’t, of course, but the thought honoured her.

Just like her companion, Saura had questions; what the man was doing here, where he had been going, why he was so scared. She asked none of those things. If he wanted her to know, he’d tell her; until then, she wouldn’t stick her nose in things that weren’t hers to explore. Some things were better left unsaid. Part of her, an instinctual response more than conscious thinking, made Saura cautious anyway. Something told her there was more to him than it seemed, even though he was ordinarily human.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the roar of thunder and flash of lightning. Saura looked up at the sky and frowned, her gaze efficiently sweeping their surroundings for some kind of shelter. There was a cave. “Follow me,” she told the man, then swiftly walked towards it, taking cover under the dirt and stone. It wasn’t big, meaning they couldn’t stand, but sitting was possible without any complications. “We’ll have to wait until the weather clears a bit. Walking out there now would be suicide.”

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Sun and Moon // Saura & Din

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earth-fire-din:

“Hello Din,” she said, the noise traveling between them with a weight. He stayed crouched and watched her closely. She tensed up, probably in fear, though she didn’t run or make to move. He didn’t plan on hurting her, that is unless he was provoked. He was more curious than malicious. She looked like she was coming to the realization that she wouldn’t win had she picked a fight with him, claws becoming fingers nails again. She began to relax, Din could see her body loosen and become less tense. Her face though was hard to read, there wasn’t much expression on it at all. 

Din seated himself before her, crossing his legs at the ankle. He cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows at her in question. What did she want? He was minding his own business in the forest, enjoying the wildlife and the quiet when she came along. He wondered what brought her here? What made her approach him? Why was she still here? 

He leaned back to rest on his hands and get a good look at her again to asses her motives. Because he was playful, often at inappropriate moments like now, Din sent a small ripple through the earth beneath his body. It started at his hands, then under his butt, rolled right out in from of him and then underneath the woman’s feet. It was large enough to cause Din’s body to rise and fall, like a mini-earthquake, but small enough to keep them both steady. His lips quirked up in a smile and he let out a small closed mouth laugh. 

Under his watchful eyes Saura realised he could probably read her movements as well as she could read people. There was something in his eyes that affirmed her suspicions, though if asked, she wouldn’t be able to say what made her think that. It was instinct more than knowledge. The werewolf couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was missing something; that the solution to the questions she was asking herself lay right in front of her. What was he? That he wasn’t human was very much clear; would have been even without his demonstration of magic. Saura paused. Magic. She compared the aura she felt surrounding him with that of magic users she knew and frowned, the pull of her lips barely visible. It felt similar, but different still.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the earth started to shake. Her body was lifted as the ground rose, making her dig her nails into the earth beneath them, a surprised expression on her face. It didn’t quite feel like an earthquake, though that had been her first thought. No, she realised, looking at the other’s smile, it had not exactly been caused by something natural. At the same time, however, it had felt somewhat natural, more so than the magic of some witches she had felt.

“Are you a faery?” She blurted out, her eyes widening slightly. She’d never seen one of them herself, had only felt their energies, their other-worldliness as it lay above the natural fabric of the world like oil on water. 

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Detective work (Anton & Saura)

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antonhilmorsson:

This entire situation made him angry, which was a rare emotion for Anton indulge himself in. He was cool as ice on most dealings, mind clear and free from distractions. The years it had taken to perfect how he wanted to lead made him at times felt sculpted from clay and rock. It was important to always leave open opportunity to learn. There wasn’t anyone perfect in the world. It was the fact there was a very young wolf lost in the throw of humans without knowing what they will become that has his stomach twisted. Children always burrowed and congested his chest in emotions he couldn’t hope to hide from his typically frowned face. 

When Saura appeared before Anton he was pacing. He had dealt with the wolves who had entered his city with desires to find this wolf without putting the connection to Saura’s pack. It really was a Lupis Harva matter now, but there was pride in comradery. The job will hopefully be complete tonight– at least he believed so. They were about to look through what was millions of children in England with hopes to find one. 

They took off towards Nottingham first. The city was overflowing with humans and witches. It would be a great place to get their barrings, to sniff out what needed to be without too much detection. The crowds were almost a shock. So many people– scents– visual stimulation had the werewolf’s instincts screaming to go back outside the walls where they belonged. 

“There are two places here for orphaned children that I know of–” he showed the crude map he had a traveler help doctor up. “We will have to start with the ones that are actually easy to find as I can’t imagine them getting roped up with anything too illicit.” 

While Saura didn’t tend to spend much time in the city, she was somewhat used to the noise, the scents, some of which were less than pleasant to smell. They passed a beggar who smelled like he hadn’t bathed in weeks and Saura wrinkled her nose. There were some things one could never get used to. She wondered how anyone could stand smelling like this, but figured the man’s senses were dulled, blending out his own stench. Saura remembered how she didn’t have that luxury when stuck in the belly of a ship for days if not more. Every time she had caught her own scent she had nearly thrown up.

With a look at the map Anton presented her with, Saura nodded. “Let’s hope the child hasn’t been taken in by their father or someone else,” she said. If that was the case, their chances of finding them were all but non-existent. It would mean they had to check every household, every child. Normally it would be relatively easy to sniff out, but in the heart of the city, focusing on one specific scent was difficult. One’s nose was always assaulted by stronger, more dominant smells.

But she would not let that stop her from doing what had to be done. There was no way they could let the child, who more than likely was a werewolf, alone without anyone to help them with what they were. Leaving one of their own, a child, the thought made Saura feel sick. No, she’d do everything in her power to find the young wolf and see they were amongst other werewolves, not humans who might kill them once the first shift took place. She remembered the confusion, the fear of not knowing what was happening to one’s body, and swore she’d do everything in her power not to let a child go through the same.

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not so friendly company || saura&wyatt || fb: 8 years

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wyatt-mason-clark:

Wyatt was instantly disappointed in himself. The control he now had over his own body was not so much as a gift anymore but a box of confusion. He stood there, agape and shaking, unsure of what to do or what to think, half expecting the non-existent demon inside of him to take control and move his limbs for him. He waited for the snake of thoughts to weave themselves with his own, echoing as if they were speaking down a long corridor to one another. Wyatt was expecting, as he had the last six years, for his own voice to be shrouded and for his opinion to be stepped on. He waited for the demon to do as he will.

But there was nothing else inside of his own head except his own thoughts. And there was no movement simply because Wyatt himself did not allow for it.

So he simply stood there with his lips quivering, his face hardened and his brow furrowed in disappointment. For the last year he had not set a foot outside of Kris Mason’s manor or Rochester, both in fear for his safety and fear in general (though he would have never admitted it out loud). And now he was face to face with some child of the woods, half dressed and speaking calmly to him in the middle of the forest on a mountaintop he was unfamiliar with and it made little sense to him. There was no reason for her to be out there in the first place, just like himself. During his possession he had seen many creatures that revoked nightmares and the haunting and deafening experiences that his possessor took him through were enough damaged memories to last a lifetime, and some of those involved the exposure of true monsters in the night…ones that might not be consumed in black smoke like the ones he was so used to in Norwich. No, they lived in exile, some of them, while others infiltrated the governments in not on England but lands afar. His knowledge ran deep now and Wyatt realized he was foolish to walk into these unfamiliar parts so knowingly without additional protection. But Kris had let him go and that was equally as confusing, and Wyatt decided he would deal with that another time. For right now there was some crazy woman in the woods and after what he had endured for six years in Norwich under the possession of some demonic creature from hell, Wyatt was not sure what was dangerous and what was not.

He did not know this woman, and even if she was there to help and take him to safety Wyatt was suddenly finding it difficult to believe her.

“Get back!” he ended up hollering, hands going for the knives on his belt to extract one in each hand. He swung at the air aimlessly, his vision not quite clear through the falling rain. Wyatt’s body was strong and toned from his life prior to the demon invasion, yet even throughout his possession the demon had kept him young and fit. He was not scared of a brawl and was sure that he could win, and he had no quarrels throwing fists at a woman that had potential to cause him harm.  He only hoped that he looked tough as nails, and hopefully the weakness in his knees and the chattering of his lips was not noticeable through the rain.

Whatever had happened to the man, the wounds still had to be fresh, as if they had continued bleeding even after it was over. Or maybe, Saura thought, not reacting to the attack beyond a raised eyebrow, he was still right in the middle of it. His movement was aimless, but did not lack the training or strength to wield the knife, as it would have with someone who had never have to use it. Saura’s eyes were good enough to see, clearly, that he was muscular. Had she been human, Saura might have worried about her safety. If he had not looked like a frightened animal and more like a warrior, she might have been concerned even with her superior strength, for there were hunters and other men who could hold their own even against something supernatural.

But the man posed no threat to anyone but himself.

Saura held up her hands, trying to appear non-threatening, as much as she could, anyway. He wasn’t even near enough to attack her, nor was he aiming in the right direction, but that didn’t seem to deter him. It wasn’t as much about doing harm, Saura knew, than showing he could defend himself, if the need arose. She wondered what he would do had he known what she was, just how much stronger and deadlier than he could ever be she was. The knife was nothing compared to her jaws.

“I’m not here to cause you harm, sir,” Saura said calmly. “But if you stay out here, you might die of cold. Let me at least show you the way to the nearest village. It is not far. There you can find shelter and protection from the rain.”

Though Saura was curious as to why he was here to begin with - what was a human so easily frightened and visibly traumatised doing in the forests, at night, in the rain - she wouldn’t ask. For one, she doubted he’d tell her anything, secondly, it was none of her business. Thirdly, she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she felt uneasy low in her gut, the same feeling she usually had when dealing with men. She wasn’t afraid, but wary, even more so because of the circumstances and his reactions.

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Sun and Moon // Saura & Din

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earth-fire-din:

Din could hear someone, or something approaching. He figured it was more likely to be a someone, considering most of the somethings had already scurried away in fear. Whoever was coming his way was cautious because the footsteps got close, but not too close. Din kept playing. He didn’t care if someone chose to watch him. He chose to ignore their arrival and let them to make themselves known. Din wasn’t one for introductions. 

“May I ask who you are?” he heard her voice come. Din ceased his magic and turned slowly to see a small woman crouched down near the forest floor. She had an ethereal beauty about her, but beneath that there was something powerful. Din smiled. She must be much like him. Many underestimated Din’s power. He looked small and innocent but his powers were unmatched. Those who underestimated were proved wrong easily. 

“Din,” he responded, voice rough with disuse yet quiet. He stood and walked over to her and crouched down before her to be eye level. Up close she was ever more beautiful. Freckles dotted her tanned skin, and her hair was wild, billowing down around her shoulders. Din was eager to know more about this creature. She resembled himself in many ways and in that way he felt an immediate connection to the woman. 

Saura’s first impression was affirmed when she looked into the creature’s eyes and saw behind them. It wasn’t the gaze of a human, or anyone closely humanoid; it were the eyes of a being different from them. Power unlike, and yet similar, to what she had ever seen lay behind them and if she stuck out her tongue, she felt she would be able to taste it in the air too. Cautiously, Saura let her claws turn back into fingernails. Something, instinct, told her that even if she tried, she’d not be able to harm the being much, at least not without considerable effort. 

“Hello Din,” Saura greeted. Her muscles tensed, eyes narrowing, as the creature came closer until they stood only inches apart, looking at each other. This close, Saura felt like there was something otherworldly about him, something she couldn’t explain. It was unlike anything she’d felt, but at the same time, there was an air of familiarity, as if she had, but simply couldn’t connect the dots yet. Whatever it was, Saura’s gut told her the being was not an immediate threat, but she should still be careful. 

Saura schooled her face into an expression of open neutrality and tilted her head a bit. She made her shoulders sink down and her muscles unflex, giving the appearance of relaxation and thus a none-threatening stance. If it came down to it, however, she’d be ready to fight within a fragment of a second.

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Detective work (Anton & Saura)

Wrapping up all her business in Richmond had not taken long. Even though Saura had not told any of her packmembers where exactly she was going and why, the sense of urgency that hung heavily around her was enough to make them keep quiet. Saura didn’t want to worry them, especially if it all turned out to be less dangerous than Saura and Anton imagined. But something, a gut-feeling Saura liked to attribute to Gaia guiding her instincts, told her they were right; the situation was dire and required their immediate attention. So she got her small satchet of belongings she always brought with her, hung it around her neck and then shifted into wolven form. Anton, Saura knew, was waiting for her a bit further away, as to not attract her pack’s attention. If they discovered the other wolf was accompanying her, they might start to question what was going on. Saura didn’t want to burden them with the issue, at least not until they could verify it was serious.

Her ginger fur was tangled with dirt, leaves and small branches, blending in almost perfectly with her surroundings as Saura ran through the woods towards where Anton was waiting. She could smell his scent, faintly, but getting stronger, leading her way. It didn’t take long, but was still enough to give her time to think. Her packmate’s destiny had always resonated with Saura, as she had gone through something similar. The redhead’s own suffering had been worse, longer, but that didn’t make her packmate’s own less tragic and wrong. If she indeed had a child that was hidden somewhere, probably amongst humans, Saura felt it was her duty to find them. Not only because they had to prevent humans finding out what they were, that they existed, but also because she was the Alpha. It was her job to take care of her charges.

Saura broke through the bushes and trotted onto the clearing, shifting back onto two feet in a smooth effortless movement. In front of her stood Anton, looking ready to go. The female werewolf nodded her head at him and stretched. “Let’s go,” she said grimly. The less time they wasted, the better.

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Sun and Moon // Saura & Din

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One of Din’s favorite spots to play was in the forest. He enjoyed the thick foliage and the opportunity to spot other supernaturals. The humans were interesting, but could get so boring at times. He never did well in the towns with all the people and their noisy chatter. The wood was so much quieter. Din liked it that way. He could hear the wind rustle though the boughs above his head. He laughed when the breeze tousled his hair about, making it stick up in all directions. The wind made him think of Nayru and he then began to wonder what his brother was up to. Din liked the wind, but there were much more more entertaining things to do in the forest than allow the wind to surround him. He walked until his found a spot where the tree trunks were farther from each other so Din would have room to play without disturbing them.

Din loved his magic and loved to practice manipulating his elements in anyway he could. He loved the freedom and the closeness that he felt while blending with the earth or fire. He was unique because most of his kind weren’t able to magick like he could. He dug his bare toes into the dirt and felt its energy coursing through his veins. He let out a happy sigh as his skin rippled and changed to look like a dried desert. Shades of brown covered his once pale skin, and cracks appeared on every surface. He was literally one with the earth. It was in indescribable feeling, one that Din would never grow tired of, even if he lived for another million years. He let flames flicker up from between the cracks of his body. The dried grass near his feet caught fire. Din watched it spread… It was so beautiful … He thought better of letting the fire grow and stomped it out. 

He slowly allowed his body to go back to its humanoid form. He saw a small animal scurry by probably fearful of the flames. He plopped himself down on ground right where he stood and created a ripple in the earth like a stone would create a ripple in a pond. He reached his hand out and formed a ball of the earth and sent it flying at a tree nearby where the animal had run. He didn’t want to hurt the creature, just startle it so he could investigate. When nothing came out of the area Din decided to entertain himself by sending fireballs and balls of earth flying in every which direction. Birds scattered with the first few throws and then soon Din was left in a spot where all the wildlife had seemed to have disappeared. 

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Something told Saura she better get used to strange things happening in her forest. It was not as if nothing had ever happened before, no; it just seemed that the older she grew, the more joy it brought people, supernatural or not, to wreak havoc. Now she finally understood what old humans meant when they said they grew tired of some things - only in more colourful words. The day had, as often, started normally, only to spiral into something less normal. A few animals hurried past her, running as if chased by demons themselves, their eyes wide and white in fear. Saura paused in her walk through the forest, which had started as something innocent, a routine, and now, once more, turned into something more interesting. It made her sigh.

Walking into the direction the animals came from, she soon could spot something from between the trees; yellow, red and orange flames, formed in a way that made clear it wasn’t natural, but formed by someone or something. The werewolf crouched down and sniffed the air, but could only smell burnt grass and the ordinary smells of nature. There was something else she couldn’t put a finger on, not a scent but a feeling on her skin, one similar to the sensations she got when magic was cast - the thought sent her back to Alivander, darkening her mood within the blink of an eye - but different still. Readying herself to attack if it turned out to be necessary, Saura stepped onto the clearing.

She had not expected to see a humanoid being sitting there, throwing balls of fire and earth around. Curiously, she watched the creature from behind, crouching low. There was something she was missing, Saura knew; something that lay right before her eyes but wouldn’t reveal itself to her. It had something to do with the being. They did not seem, nor look, human, even though their form would suggest it. Saura could feel they were different; different also from mages and witches, but there was a connection between whatever the being was and the magic-users. Finally, she cleared her throat. “May I ask who you are?”

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Saura & Anton || Friendly Aid FB37

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antonhilmorsson:

Anton nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to encroach on the roles of her pack members whose job it was to keep an eye out for these sorts of things. London was just his territory at the moment, and any lone wolf who stepped in it or around it usually got a paid visit from Anton. He had concerns though, additionally that were not for him to feel but couldn’t stop, for the wolf they were might have been targeting. It had to be challenging to have so many enemies in the world seeking those wolves who ran away from difficult situations as most of the women did in her pack.

Anton felt a flare of anger jolt down his spine at the mention of the violent, drunk partner her pack mate had to endure. If he had it his way he’s hunt these people around the world and dispose of them properly. Peace was difficult to maintain with such horrid histories doomed to repeat themselves if left in the wind not dealt with. 

“If this pup is in England– being sheltered safely, or is roped up in human affairs for lost children we should find them. Did she maybe have this child and never say or realize it survived?” Anton knew the cruelty of men– and how possessive a mate could be with their children. Or maybe its unrelated. That was the challenge in dealing with ronin’s– their pasts were mostly stories and speculations, spoken only from experience.

“I am concerned about a nuzusul lost with the humans who could potentially not know they were born Garou. If they were actually looking for your wolf than it’s one direction, if its about this pup– its another. Either way, I think it would be good to team up,” Anton scratched his beard, releasing a deep sigh a allowing his shoulders to not be as tense for their walk back near the others. Grabbing the ax and moved forward, “I have their possessions. Whenever you are ready we can see if we can pick up an old trial of theirs.” 

Saura nodded. A werewolf could smell a past pregnancy on a woman if they had given birth only recently, but she couldn’t remember smelling anything that might have given her the idea on her pack mate. No, back when she had found her, the young woman had not looked remotely like someone who had been with child. Or, Saura thought with a frown, she had not noticed. Normally, as had been the case once before, women brought their children with them to the forest, where the pack members took great care of the pup. Said mother had left again soon after, but Saura still remembered the sound of bubbling laughter that had echoed through the woods.

“She never said,” Saura finally sighed. “But it is something I have to investigate, as you rightly said. If she was with child, and this child is one of us, it could have horrible consequences.” If the child shifted in front of humans, the damage done would almost be impossible to repair. When Anton offered to team up, Saura felt herself smile, despite the situation. It would be good to have him with her. She reached out to squeeze his shoulder in thanks and moved to pick up her own axe, shouldering it with ease.

“I’d appreciate your help,” she said. “Let me inform my pack that I’ll be gone for a few days or more, and then I’m coming with you.” With a nod of her head, she started walking, schooling her face into one of neutrality. There was no reason to worry her pack just yet. She was sure they’d find out what was going on.

[lailah-nox]

The Huntress || Lailah&Saura

[guardiansaura-blog]

lailah-nox:

“Good.” Was all Lailah said in response to the wolf’s agreement. The angel sometimes wished she wasn’t so limited while on Earth. If she possessed a fraction more of her power, she wouldn’t have needed Saura’s help. Regardless, she quite enjoyed the other female’s company and appreciated the work her Pack did to keep at least a part of England safe. Supernaturals couldn’t remain entirely unchecked, that was how chaos began. The policing she and Saura did helped douse those potential fires. Though, Lailah couldn’t help but wonder when their actions might not be enough, when war would come and there was nothing they could do to stop it. 

The dark angel followed after Saura as she worked, her companion reaching deep in her senses to lock on that single scent. “Alright, lets keep going then.” They pressed on for a bit longer in silence until Lailah spoke again. “You know Saura, we’ve been a great help to one another, but I don’t think I know much about you.” She stated lightly. “What’s your story, if you don’t mind my asking? Perhaps we have more in common than our beauty and strength.” 

Saura was concentrated; the work of tracking someone through their scent, smell that was possibly old and already on the verge of being washed away by others, was hard, required a sound presence of mind and a grip on one’s concentration. It was something that one had to train, grow better in, though Saura was proud to say she was nearly as good as one could get. Even werewolves had their limits, after all. She noted Lailah’s presence near her, but paid little attention to the angel, knowing that if something happened, she would take care of it.

Lailah’s question made Saura look up and regard the other with a frown. She bowed her head at the compliment, before focusing on the scent again. “Few know my story,” she said after a few moments of silent contemplation. “I share it only rarely, but I trus you.” The werewolf let out a sigh. “I was born in Japan, in a small village. My mother died when I was young, my father raised me. We were poor, as most commoners, so the promise of coin attracted him and made him sell his daughter to men. They were werewolves and turned me. After years of being their prisoner,” she refused to use any other word, “I escaped onto a ship that brought me here.”

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Saura & Anton || Friendly Aid FB37

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“You haven’t? Okay–” his brow wrinkled in concern over that. He had assumed they maybe had a connection or were looking for her pack. But if her wolves hadn’t picked up on anything that maybe they had come to just stir trouble. He shook his head frustrated. They never had to deal with Ronin’s in Iceland. Every wolf a loyal pack member who would die before being branded a traitor. Except his brother– he hadn’t been able to kill his brother. 

“I couldn’t make out the brands, I almost wish their Alpha’s wouldn’t carve them out so violently so we have an idea of where they are from,” he folded his arms in further thought. “I did handle it, unfortunately their trouble lead me to end their lives. My concerns were in that they were headed for your pack.” The images of that day came over him, trying to pick out the important information. 

“They came into town from Rochester, which was odd. They were put together nicely, blended in perfectly I barely realized they were there until they started causing a seen. Put a man through a wall right near the guards–” his nose wrinkled in distaste, “I believed their accents put them in Europe, but their dialect could have put them more towards Italy. They were talking about a young pup, not turned yet. Is anyone from your pack from that area?”

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A threat to her pack needed to be addressed, whether it was real or only perceived. In her many years on this earth, she has learnt that things weren’t better left alone. Now they still had the chance to act; if they waited and did nothing, then such advantages would be lost. They didn’t have the luxury of not taking initiative. Her brows furrowed in concentration, Saura let her gaze wander to where her pack members had disappeared. She’d ask them if they had noticed anything, no matter how seemingly insignificant, just in case, but further than that, she wouldn’t trouble them just yet. Such things were for her to shoulder first.

“If they are indeed headed for my pack, I can’t thank you enough for bringing it to my attention. This is something I need to investigate.” She tilted her head at the mention of a pup; aside from Tanner, she had not yet personally seen a werewolf child. That they weren’t turned yet made her especially anxious. It sounded like they intended on changing that fact. “One of my pack members is indeed from that area. She ran away from her husband, who was violent and often drunk. Unfortunately she never told me whether he was not native to England.”

She wouldn’t say anything if asked, not without good reason to. Saura understood well, maybe better than anyone else, how some things better remained hidden deep within one’s heart. Only when there wasn’t any other way she’d ask her; until then, they would have to do without. “Do you plan on returning to the area? If so, I shall accompany you.”