#niko--reznikov

[she-wolf-qhuinn]

TLC | Open | Event

niko--reznikov​:

Wet clothes clung to skin in the most uncomfortable ways; chafing and wedging with every step he took. Niko found his way back to the manor–back to hell. Though he would kiss the solid ground beneath his feet if he weren’t so miserable and cold.

The gashes along his nose weren’t quite healed yet and a broken finger hadn’t set. Odd, since most injuries as insignificant as those would be forgotten by the wolf. Still, he choked on sea water and felt as though death were sitting with him.

“Nurse!” he barked out, echoing through the rooms where most of the slaves were still being held and emergency care was being conducted. “Somebody? Juice and cookie! Stat…”

It was never-ending. Really and truly never ending. Qhuinn could not remember the last time that a month had stretched on for this long. Well..she probably could name a few if she really thought about it, but that didn’t seem like a lot of fun. She trudged on as always though, as there was never a lack of things to do or people to take care of. Through it all though, she felt her mate’s absence once again. It was different this time though. He was still on the island, bur at the same time not. She could do nothing but wait for him to come back to her, and have faith that he would. 

Qhuinn moved through the infirmary, giving medication here, fluffing a pillow with a comforting word there. She was grateful for the work though, as without her bakery now, her mind would have long since cannibalized itself it she didn’t have a purpose. She was looking over the chart of a patient, when that all too familiar voice barked out. “Everything looks good. Let me know if you need anything” she murmured softly to the slave, then followed every sense that she had to her mate.

“I do have a name you know” she murmured, drinking in the sight of him. His aura sent a lick of fear up her spine, as she stepped closer. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick..”

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[she-wolf-qhuinn]

Clinic II Open

niko--reznikov​:

When the first shock hit, he made himself useful by helping slaves and anyone caught in the floods. But the aftermath of it all was more than he could handle. Frantic and unsure what to do, Niko went to make sure Qhuinn was still safe. He found her in her natural element, and when there was a clearing, he approached, face void of emotion as shock was starting to settle in.

“Let me help you with something,” he offered, “Cleaning up…making beds, I don’t care. Tell me what to do.”

The longer time went on, the more her panic over Arashi grew. She knew her son had to be around somewhere, she would have known it if he’d have...you know. So she just kept searching and sending out silent thoughts and prayers, hoping against hope that maybe he would pick up on something. Surely their bond was strong enough for that? Meanwhile she threw herself into her work, ignoring the sweat, or maybe even blood, that ran down the side of her face, and the ache in her leg. 

“There..just keep pressure on the wound, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to see if the dressing needs changing” Qhuinn murmured, as her mate’s scent hit her nose. A bit of the thread that held her together began to unravel at his voice, as she turned and pressed herself into his bulk. “It’s all gone... Our home, the bakery.. Arashi! Have you seen Arashi?” she asked, her voice rising in panic again.

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[aiden-irish-wolf]

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Since he’d been gone, not much had changed. The bar was still the same, the drinks tasted the same–a little watered down for his liking, but still packed one hell of a punch. The faces, however, they were different. A few of them at least. “Hey, next round’s on me if you play me in some pool.” He finally spoke, voice barely breaking over the hum of the music that filled the place. “Or darts…or whatever.”

Aiden didn’t usually frequent the bar, especially not without Alistair. But it had just been one of those days, and he felt like he deserved just one drink so that he wasn’t quite as much of a bear when he got home. After texting his mate to tell him where he’d be, he strolled into the bar..and was greeted by a voice that he had not heard in what seemed like a lifetime. “I suppose I could. If ya tell me where the fuck ya been all this time” he returned, brow arched.

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[she-wolf-qhuinn]

Wolf and Pup II Open

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Two days, four hours and nineteen minutes Niko had returned to the only place he felt safe to call home, but who’s counting? And in that time, he did all he could do to avoid going outside or bumping into old familiar faces. But today, the sun shined just a little bit brighter and the breeze blew just a touch softer and the island was calling his name. Actually, it was her scent that found his nose and he was helpless to fight it. He had to see her. Even though he knew she’d be pissed, or livid..or hurt or a combination of them all. He had to see her.

Stalking, hunting, following, Niko found his way to her and watched from afar, at first. The way she handled a puppy brought a smile to his face. And then the breeze shifted and Niko was no longer downwind. It would be a matter of time before she caught his scent the way he caught hers. He stilled. Cleared his throat. But didn’t draw near, not yet. Not without her permission.

Qhuinn smiled as Potter stumbled along. More enthusiasm than skill, he tended to act before he thought, and moved faster than his chubby little legs could carry him. He brought her so much joy already though, as much as Arashi and even Jynx. Sometimes..when he wasn’t being a hissy little brat. The two continued on their way, no particular destination in mind, when Qhuinn was suddenly hit with the sensation that she was being watched. And not in the playful way that Gio would watch her. Something more..intense. 

His emotions, his aura, hit her before his scent. It was something that she knew as well as herself. Because he was part of herself..even after all this time. Then..there he was. Qhuinn started to shake, so hard that Potter let out a questioning little yip as he looked up at her. A million things ran through her mind. Things she wanted to say, wanted to do. But she remained rooted to the spot, still not entirely sure if she were hallucinating. Potter, confused, looked from Qhuinn to the strange man, before sending a warning growl in Niko’s direction.

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[arashi-uotani]

Little Bird | Baby Arashi

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The first half of the day had been spent with the toddler chasing after the cat, Kurai, who was curious but also not in the mood to have his tail pulled by some baby. The first language to resurface through the short period between his rebirth over the weekend and now was Japanese, a language that usually came to him first due to it being his primary for centuries upon centuries. Mumbling incoherent Japanese here and there as he moved through the house trying to catch the cat and knocking a few things over in the process, Arashi found his way to the kitchen and a knew curiosity hit.