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Fel

Aerie
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Resin
11-21-2020, 05:01 AM
The wee morning hours brought about the end of a chapter. The flames had fully consumed the body of her golden brother. Nothing but ashes were left when she peeled herself from the cold stone where she'd been curled all night. The pressure of her body on the wound in her foreleg had forced it to clot, but rising had ripped the wound open once more. It didn't flow as wildly as it had when fresh, but it resumed a steady dribble. Each step left little droplets as she made her way away from Aerie. She simply couldn't be there right now. It was too much. And yet, at the same time the midnight woman was numb. Feeling wasn't in the cards at present.

Her subconscious must have thought she needed something. Moving on autopilot, Fel made her way to the rocky river and the cave nestled back among the trees. She was tired and she was weak but she didn't stop. Fel still didn't know if she could trust them but they had fed the affection starved woman when no one else would. It seemed that she was ravenous yet again.

They weren't awake when she stopped outside the den. The birds themselves had only just risen. The first tentative chirps broke the silence of night. Rather than disturb the pair, Fel curled herself in a tight little ball on the very rock where they'd all rested together. The wound still seeped and soon a single rivulet swept over the side of the stone. Ruby eyes were wide and unblinking but she saw nothing. If she gave way to sleep, Aureus would be there. She wasn't ready for that just yet.
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Fel can often be a very...mature character. Be aware.



Azriel

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11-21-2020, 05:39 AM (This post was last modified: 11-21-2020, 06:09 PM by Azriel.)



Sleep was a luxury Azriel had never had a plethora of. His brain simply did not let the striped brute rest, the gears constantly turning in his mind, finding something to focus on even in the still silence of the night. The only times he had ever found a restful night’s sleep were the nights he had shared with his lovely companion, or more recently, the one they had shared together with their newest confidant. In fact, it was Fel who kept him awake now, his mind playing back every touch and taste, every laugh or word she spoke, every smile and every grin and every sound. She was a drug and he was becoming addicted. It was a dangerous situation to navigate, one he hadn’t had to with Sibyl. He peered over at the sleeping woman beside him in the darkness of their den. He envied her ability to find comfort and rest wherever she was. Sibyl was a wolf of simple means, and as such was often happy or satisfied. Not him. Azriel could not be satisfied.

He lay on his back, staring blankly up at the rocky ceiling overhead while listening to the odd bird start singing outside. The world was still dark, but he knew morning would be approaching soon enough. A heavy sigh left the man. Another night wasted on pockets of sleep and rumination... Although it hadn’t been entirely wasted, he supposed. Azriel had spent the earlier evening wandering around the edges of the Aerie lands, hoping to catch sight of Fel somewhere on her own turf. Although not stupid enough to try trespassing, he had been close enough to smell the woodsmoke coming from somewhere within. A bonfire or celebration, perhaps? He could only speculate; but perhaps he’d ask the shadowed fae the next time she returned to them. Fel had an obnoxious habit of leading this dual lifestyle with them while also keeping them in the dark in matters of her pack life. It was frustrating to say the least, but whatever she was juggling in her private affairs, it had her crawling back to them in the worst state Azriel had ever seen her in. What had Fel gotten herself into?

Deciding that slumber was a pipe dream at this point, Azriel carefully extricated himself from the bed and padded as silently as he could outside for a drink. He peered back at Sibyl, watching her for a moment to make sure he hadn’t woken her up, then emerged out into the darkness of the early morning. The cool autumn air greeted him, sending a chill through him—but what froze him in his tracks was the black form of a smaller wolf resting on a rock just outside their den. Steel grey eyes focused through the dark to her, spotting the two gorgeous garnets he’d become intimately familiar with first. When had she gotten here? How had he not heard her? Truly Fel possessed a particular set of skills, and impressive ones at that. The corners of his lips curling up in a small smile, the dark-furred brute walked slowly over to where she was lying. There was no hesitation in his approach, no caution anymore as he acknowledged  her as he would Sibyl.

The first thing he noticed was her expression. Fel looked empty, her wide-eyed stare vacant and emotionless. If he hadn’t seen her chest rising and falling with each breath, Azriel might have mistaken her for a corpse. The second thing he noticed was the blood; the metallic tang in the air making his nose wrinkle. She was bleeding? Had she been attacked? A defensive anxiousness rose in the brute. If someone had hurt Fel... Suppressing the urge to growl at his own thoughts and conspiracies, Azriel instead moved to lie down beside Fel, sliding close to her on the rock the way he had done with her only days before. He offered his larger, muscles form for her to press and lean into, his bushy tail curling around to try and find hers. It was cold out and he didn’t know how long she’d been here alone, but she would need warmth and, judging by the look on her face, someone to at least be with.

“You can come inside, you know. The door is always open to you. It’s a damn sight more comfortable and warm than this rock,” said Azriel in a low, calm voice after a moment of peaceful silence. He turned his eyes from Fel down to the trail of dark blood on the rock leading to her leg. “Do you want to talk about it, or forget about it?” With the obsidian femme, it was impossible to tell if she would want to vent her frustrations, take them out on him and Sibyl in the loveliest of ways, or merely ignore them. He gestured with his snout to her injury. Azriel slowly lowered his muzzle to her leg, waiting to see if she’d pull away or reject his offer to clean her wound before attempting to clean the cut with a few gentle licks of his broad tongue.

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Fel

Aerie
creance shadow

Intermediate Fighter (30)
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Resin
11-21-2020, 06:17 AM
So far gone was the shadowed fae that she only registered Azriels presence after he crossed her line of sight. Claret eyes blinked, but she didn't move. She didn't want to move. Moving was effort and Fel just didn't have it in her. She was sad. She was empty. And yet... she was filled so full. A dam had been built and it was just barely holding back everything that she'd suppressed since Aureus died. One little crack in the foundation and she would burst.

As the big, stripped man lay down beside her, Fel realized how cold she was. The heat pouring off of him hurt her skin, but she liked that hurt. The silvered woman turned into him, burying her freezing nose in the thick fur of his ruff. It was a cold morning. A reminder of the winter to come. Steam danced above the lazy river. Was there frost on the ground? She hadn't noticed.

One onyx ear flicked to the side, catching the man's words as he invited her into the den. She wanted to tell him that she knew it was warm. That it had been her den before it was his. That she had fucked any number of wolves within and had left them by morning. Instead, she stayed silent. He was trying to be kind. She wouldn't throw it back in his face. His second offer was met with a single grunt and she buried her face deeper into his fur. No, she didn't want to talk about it. The bare minimum for existence would suffice for now.

The smooth tongue running over the clean slice on her right foreleg brought a soft gasp from the woman. Dainty digits flexed almost involuntarily and she turned her elbow in so that she could roll the wound upward, exposing more of it to his careful ministrations. Fel's heart did a little skipping dance within her ribcage and she peeled her face away from Azriel just enough to keet one ruby eye fall upon the wounded limb and the tongue working it over. Did he realize how intimate an act this was for her? In any other state she may have told him as much, but as she was, Fel remained silent and watched.
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Azriel

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Joe
11-21-2020, 06:44 PM



If she hadn't looked so beaten down and broken inside, Azriel would have thought the silent, moody Fel was downright adorable. From her wordless sounds of protest to the way she hid herself from the cold world in his fur, simply having her here again felt like a small joy. But any joy her presence would have had was overshadowed by his concern for the mute fae. It seemed as if every time he saw Fel, she had deteriorated more and more, imploding in on herself. The reasons still eluded the monochromatic male, but he felt like he was slowly working his way closer to an answer. The only question that lingered with him though was would he want to know that answer?

The soft gasp that slipped from her did not go unnoticed, charcoal ears flicking back to catch the sound and grey eyes watching her toes flex and spread while her leg turned toward his tongue. Were this a couple of days ago, Azriel would have reveled in the chance to draw those sounds from Fel, savored the opportunity to make her toes curl, but this time felt different. Caught somewhere between the night and the dawn, Azriel just felt concern and sorrow for the ebony fae, rare emotions in the otherwise ruthless wolf. Empathy was not something he was good at. Kindness was not something he was good at. Fel was proving to be an exception to his rule—or perhaps she had just made her way into his circle, becoming one of only two wolves he genuinely cared for besides himself. Whatever the reason, Azriel felt compelled to clean her up, to keep her warm, to shelter her from the harsh world that seemed to be eating her alive from the inside.

Soft tongue continued its gentle care over the wound, swiping away dried and fresh blood that stained her dark leg. The taste of iron and salt lingered on his tongue, a flavor he was familiar with, yet held a far different and less pleasant connotation in its current context. The wound he noticed was surgically done, with no tears or jagged edges. Something incredibly fine and sharp had done this; this was no bite or fighting wound. The longer his muzzle lingered near her, the more Azriel began to notice. Her fur still smelled of the same smoke he had smelled earlier in the night. She had been there, at whatever had happened, and emerged worse for wear, physically, emotionally, mentally. This seemed less and less like a bonfire the more he thought about it. But she had made it clear she didn't want to talk about it; he respected that, and if comfort was what she came looking for, he could try his damnedest to be what she needed in this moment. Azriel moved his paw towards hers, motions slow and methodical, to gently rest over hers. If she continued to show no sign of resistance, he would lift and rotate her delicate paw as if he were handling the most precious artifact in the world, making sure he could reach every bloodstained strand of fur without hurting her.

"You don't have to be alone, Fel," he murmured against her skin, breath hot as it left him in opaque clouds against her flesh. "You don't have to face everything on your own or do anything you don't want to do." Retracting a bit to examine the cut a little more closely to see if the bleeding had ebbed away, Azriel placed one more tender lick across the wound, then turned his head just enough for one grey eye, tinted with flecks of silver in the fading moonlight, to meet her ruby one. For once, his expression seemed to soften as he considered the dark woman pressed up to him, a rueful look in his gaze as the walls fell away entirely. Fel was hurting, she was drowning, and he had no way to help her. "For what it's worth..." he began, shifting a little closer to make sure all of her was surrounded by him, leaving little exposed to the world or the wolf that had done this to her, "I'm very sorry..." He didn't know exactly what he was sorry for yet, but he had an inkling. There were too many clues to ignore, and even if she didn't ever want to talk about it, she wasn't alone. She would never be alone again. Azriel would make sure of that.

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Sibyl

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Shelby
11-22-2020, 02:54 PM


Even though she could get irritated or frustrated with Azriel from time to time, he really had become a steady fixture in her life at this point so when she shifted in her sleep and realized his warmth wasn't there it was enough to pull her awake and make her blink open her lavender eyes. While it wasn't unusual for him to wake up before she did, he usually hung pretty close by even if he was awake. When she lifted her head and looked around the cave and realized he wasn't there it made her curious and perhaps a bit worried - especially since it was still early enough in the morning for it to still be pretty dark out. Uncurling from where she had been sleeping, Sibyl got to her paws and shook out her fur before she slipped out of the cave and easily spotted the dark pair pressed together on the rock they had all rested on previously. A quick sniff of the air brought the sharp, metallic tang of blood to her nose. It was fairly subtle, but was too familiar for her to ignore.

She paused and her ears flicked uncertainly before she diverged from them to gather a few things. She wasn't sure which of them was injured at this point since she didn't want to disturb them before she was ready, but it didn't matter. She had few real, tangible skills in this world and she wasn't going to let the one she had go to waste whenever it was needed. The bad thing about traveling around so often was that she didn't have a chance to build much of a supply of herbs the way that the wolves she learned from had done so finding the herbs she needed was sometimes hit or miss, but luckily with the river near by finding horsetail was easy enough. She wished she had more options to choose from, but this would do well enough to keep the wounds closed. With a small bundle of horsetail held delicately between her teeth, she set off to find Fel and Azriel again.

When she found them she was surprised to see the tenderness in Azriel's expression. She knew he had taken quite a liking to Fel, just as she had, but this sort of... softness was rare at best from the large brute. She cast him a curious glance before refocusing her attention on Fel, her lavender gaze drifting to the cut along her leg. Her ears flicked while a worried frown pulled at her lips, but she didn't ask for an explanation. It wasn't really her place to say one way or another, she was just here to care for the fae that she had grown to care for quite a bit... perhaps a bit too much considering the fact that they couldn't pull her away from her life here. Pushing the thought aside, she settled beside Fel opposite from where Azriel was laying and went to work crewing up a bit of the bitter, sticky plant to seal up the oddly clean cut.

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Fel

Aerie
creance shadow

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Resin
11-23-2020, 04:19 AM


Azriel's tongue, his touch, his very demeanor was so tender. When had he ever been so tender? It proved to Fel just how broken she must have appeared at the moment and part of her wanted to balk against it. Wanted to snatch her wounded leg away from him and say that she was fine. Another part, the larger part, truly needed someone else to care. She'd been through a lot, dammit. Didn't she deserve a bit of tenderness? If Abraxas chose to provide, then she wouldn't deny this moment between man and woman. It he chose to provide, she would accept it as the gift that it was.

Oh so gently the giant striped brute took her paw, turning the wounded limb so that he could fully inspect it. She allowed him to do so, her face turning fully so that both eyes could watch the care given. Though they didn't know one another terribly well, Fel knew that this sort of gentleness was in short supply as far as Azriel was concerned. It was a rarity. Again, she thanked Abraxas for this moment. Her breath was steady, but ever now and again it would come in a shaky rasp, particularly when his tongue hit a sore area. She liked it though. The dark lady liked it a lot.

His voice actually startled her. She was so used to the silence and her own mental musings that she hadn't expect anything so real to break either one. The woman's pupils pinned much like a birds before she was able to focus fully. Even his words were kind. How could she respond to them though without blowing the whole situation open wide? Aerie was a tight lipped, private bunch. They did not let their secrets or their pack business out to others, no matter how enticing it might be. And then he apologized for something that he didn't even know about. Still unable to speak, Fel did the only thing that she could do. Moving her head forward, the woman's ears pulled back and she rested her forehead against his cheek. A silent thank you.

The chill had long left her svelte frame thanks to the heat pouring off of the big beast beside her. Fel would have been content to stay like this, but soft pawfalls pulled her attention away from her comfort. The fae's garnet gaze fell upon the lovely form of Sibyl. The items that she brought were those of a healer. Internally, Fel chuckled. That proved just how little she knew of this pair. She had no idea that the pallid fae had any knowledge of healing. As Sibyl settled along her other side, the dark woman adjusted, pressing her body into the smaller dame as much as she could without disturbing her work. The acrid scent of herbs hit her nose as Sibyl began to chew. Though she didn't want to, Fel extracted her foreleg from Azriel's grasp and moved it closer to the small fae. Sibyl was going out of her way to help, so Fel would do her best to make things go smoothly.

Since the wound was on the leg closest to Azriel, Fel leaned her full weight against him. This way she could stretch her injured limb out and closer to Sibyl so that the woman could work. It would also turn the wound upward so that it could be more easily accessible. As she leaned into the striped man, she realized again just how tired she was. Though recent events had torn her to pieces inside, at the moment she was feeling a little better. Sliding her cheek along blackened fur that was slightly more coarse than her own, she managed to finally speak. "Thank you." It was for them both and she meant it with all of the sincerity that she could muster.

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Fel can often be a very...mature character. Be aware.



Azriel

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Joe
11-24-2020, 03:40 AM



Azriel listened to each sound and each breath the dark femme made with each action, taking a secret silent pleasure in every skip or shake he drew from her. Were this any other time, he would have delighted in having the gorgeous fae snuggled so close, so intimately, the warmth of her body pressed to his and her softer fur mingling with his coarse coat, coaxing those sounds from her and turning her on with the slightest of touches. Sometime during his tending to her, he felt the weight of Fel's head pressing against his cheek, and Azriel felt his heart miss a beat. While this empathy wasn't something he was familiar with, he couldn't deny he was enjoying the way she was reacting to him. He must have been doing something right, and in this moment, it seemed like this was exactly what she needed. He responded to her silent gratitude by leaning his head back against hers, content to just breathe and exist with his darling little shadow for a while. Silver-toned grey eyes stared out into the dark pre-dawn forest, running from the silhouettes of trees up to the fading stars in the heavens overhead.

For all his life, Azriel had been a loner, laying wherever his paws stopped and going wherever his mind locked on. But this... this was lovely. He could get used to this. A chilly early autumn night, caught somewhere between the fading night and the approaching dawn with Fel and no one else in the world, the shared warmth between them surrounding him like a blanket, and a tranquil silence in the sleeping forest... It was like something out of a pleasant dream. A deep inhale followed by a sigh came from the larger brute. Fel was affecting him in ways no other wolf had. Empathy and sweetness were a scarce resource in the striped male, traits only Sibyl had ever been able to extract from him before. But Fel was different than Sibyl. And right now, Fel was broken. Azriel knew it wasn't his responsibility to try and pick up the pieces of her, but he wanted to. That was a new feeling; the compelling need to care for another. To put her needs above his own. This was not a game any longer. This was something else entirely.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes caught Azriel's attention. A subtle turn of his head brought Sibyl into his gaze. Grey eyes met her lavender ones as she surmised what was going on, but he otherwise made no motion or signal to her. He didn't want to disturb Fel too much with unnecessary movements. While Sibyl wandered off toward the river, hopefully to grab some supplies to help Fel, Azriel moved his muzzle closer to nuzzle against her head, the little shows of care hopefully distracting her from whatever darkness had seeped into her soul. Sibyl returned just minutes later, carrying the herbs she needed. Azriel motioned with his eyes down to Fel's injured leg, reluctant to release her paw from his gentle hold when Fel moved it over to the lighter fae's attention. With his larger size and weight, he was able to easily support Fel when she shifted and leaned more fully against him like a furry living cushion. A small, melancholic smile touched his face as he watched the two ladies, Sibyl tending to Fel with the expert paws of a trained healer. The sensation of Fel's cheek nuzzling against his side quickened his pulse in an unfamiliar manner, but the flames her touch left against his skin was a burn he was all too happy to receive.

Azriel didn't respond verbally to Fel's quiet thank you. Instead, he turned his muzzle back toward his companion and leaned closer to place a gentle lick across her forehead, a silent "you're welcome" in response. Now that Sibyl was tending to her wound, Azriel was able to relax. Sure, he could clean an injury, but he knew precious little about antiseptics and bandages, or what herbs worked best for pain relief. That was a talent that Sibyl had always impressed him with. Slowly extracting a paw from beneath Fel's weight, Azriel shifted a little to lie on his side and carefully offer her his leg to drape across her, a small gesture of protection and comfort, allowing her body to settle fully into his if she wanted to fall asleep. Azriel then began to hum a soft, low tune, the melody resonating deep in his chest, a tranquil lullaby for the dark fae. Perhaps one day he would come to fully understand everything about Fel Abraxas. But for now, he was content to just have her here with him and Sibyl. The rest didn't matter. Only her, only now.

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Sibyl

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Shelby
11-24-2020, 04:17 AM (This post was last modified: 11-24-2020, 04:20 AM by Sibyl.)


Sibyl took a closer look at the wound as it was presented to her more fully. Her small, gentle paws shifted the fur around the cut to brush it aside and looked carefully over the clearly purposeful slice in her flesh. It was in too odd of a spot to be caused by someone else unless she had presented her leg to them and as much as she would like to ask what happened or theorize herself about what would cause such a wound, that wasn't why she was here. She was here to fix and to heal. It was a skill that she rarely used on anyone besides herself or Azriel these days, but Fel was a more than worthy candidate for such a thing. She carefully looked over the cut as best as she could in the low light of early morning while she continued to crew the horsetail into a smooth paste. Luckily it seemed that one of them - probably Azriel if she had to guess - had already cleaned the wound fairly thoroughly so there wasn't any old blood or dirt to contend with. She would have liked to have some other medications to apply before she sealed it, but limited resources forced her to work with what she could find.

Her lavender eyes glanced up at Fel as she thanked them, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched Azriel kiss her forehead in response. It was still surprising to her the softness that Fel pulled out of Azriel, but it oddly made her like Fel even more. Sibyl wasn't quite the paranoid, violent wolf that Azriel could be, but when he really trusted someone it made her feel all that much more at ease around them as well. She leaned over to press her nose to Fel's cheek in a silent "you're welcome" as well before turning her attention back to work. While her paws ever so gently and carefully held Fel's leg still and kept the edges of the cut together, she started placing the paste she had created with the horsetail along the cut with light licks and pats of her tongue. Again, not the most sophisticated of methods, but without all the tools she had been trained with she could only do her best to take care of Fel with her limited supplies. Once the break in the skin was throughly coated in the sticky paste, she pulled back a bit to examine her work and make sure she didn't miss any spots. Once she was sure it was completely covered, she still held Fel's leg still for a bit longer, just to give it a chance to set and begin to harden to form a natural bandage of sorts.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything to offer you for pain at the moment," she told Fel with a glance, her voice soft since it felt wrong to break the quiet of the early morning too drastically. "I don't have much of a chance to create much of an herb store with all the traveling we've done... But this will at least keep it from getting dirty while it begins to heal." Once she was sure that the wound would remained sealed, she let go of Fel's leg so she could pull it back and rest more comfortably once more. She shifted more onto her side herself and stretched out a bit while curious, pale eyes looked from Fel to Azriel and back again, listening while the largest of their band of misfits began to hum and give a quiet background soundtrack for their early morning melancholy. She settled herself into the nook of Fel's side easily, making it so that herself and Azriel could block Fel off from whatever world had done this to her. Not just the cut - it was a small wound that would heal fairly easily on its own - but whatever other things and "responsibilities" had pulled her apart and brought her to this point. She rested her head against Fel's shoulder and leaned up to give the edge of the fae's jaw a tender, comforting lick before reclining back and letting her own thoughts wander to other times and other places while they rested there in what seemed to be their new favorite cuddle spot.

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Fel

Aerie
creance shadow

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Resin
11-25-2020, 07:58 AM


Azriel continued to pay special attention to her and Fel soaked it up like a sponge. She was thirsty for attention and hungry for affection. The shadowed man was providing her with much needed sustenance. Each nuzzle, each caress, each carefully distributed gesture and touch... she consumed it all and she consumed it greedily. At the moment, whatever he wanted he would have given him as long as he didn't stop giving in return.

Then Sibyl was there and the fire that burned within the shadowed woman was tamped down. Not to say that the pale lady made her any less lusty, but it was a different type of lust. Sibyl was a 'lunch in the meadow with some sweet love making' type of lust, whereas Azriel was a 'fight me then fuck me' type of lust. Fel needed both of them equally.

The ashen fae worked on the wound in her arm and apologized for not having anything for the pain. Fel exhaled lightly in amusement. "Pain is nothing." The wound didn't even hurt that bad and the salve that Sibyl had spread upon it was helping the dull throb that remained. When Sibyl spoke of not having a chance to accumulate herbs due to their moving, Fel said the first thing on her mind. "Then join Aerie. Have a place to come home to where you can store all the herbs your heart desires." She wanted to tell the woman to do it for her, but she couldn't. Fel knew that Eli wouldn't easily accept outsiders. Probably even less so if they were affiliated with her.

A gentle, almost loving lick was bestowed upon her forehead by the big man and Fel sighed. Once Sibyl was curled up on the other side of her, the midnight fae lifted one arm to wrap around her, pulling the white and grey woman close. It was fitting, for Azriel did the very same to her. Fel nestled against him and she kept Sibyl nestled against her. In this way, Azriel's paw should have been touching the pale beauty as well. All three of them. All together.

Fel was surprised when Azriel began to hum. Pressed against his barrel chest as she was, the lithe woman could feel each reverberation that thrummed through the man. It was incredibly comforting. Bloodmoon eyes drifted closed as she lay her head down upon the oustretched, injured foreleg, though she was careful not to touch the wound. With comfort on either side, Fel finally spoke. Her tones were soft, barely above a whisper, but she spoke. "My brother is dead." Aside from when she'd summoned Thalia to the funeral, this was the first time that she'd said it aloud. Her mental barriers were thin and all of this kindness made them thinner still. Before she knew it, the tears were spilling over. She didn't wail. She didn't sob. She simply couldn't stop her eyes from seeping tears that should have been shed days ago.

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Fel can often be a very...mature character. Be aware.



Azriel

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Yesterday, 01:33 AM



Azriel contented himself to watch while Sibyl tended to Fel with experienced paws, his tune continuing in a perfect loop. For some time, the soft melody from his childhood that had not been sung in an age was the only sound between the three wolves until Sibyl proclaimed her tasks completed, lamenting about their lack of supplies. One of Azriel's dark ears flicked atop his head. That had been one of the major drawbacks to the vagabond lifestyle: total freedom, but a profound lack of stability. Every day felt like a new challenge, and some days just beat them down more than others. But nowhere had tempted Azriel's interests enough to keep him around longer than a few days. Well, until now, it seemed, as they'd spent... how long had they actually been in Boreas for? Had it been a week yet? Time seemed to matter less and less the more he spent with Sibyl and with Fel. He was a patient wolf, and waiting for something he wanted was nothing new to him. But that something had never been a someone before. That part was still fresh.

The brute's ears flicked again to catch Fel's offer to Sibyl. An invitation to Aerie, to her pack. Well, perhaps not her pack... or then again, maybe it was. He didn't know much of Fel's biography; perhaps they had been sleeping with the alpha of the enigmatic pack. Her words brought with them the promise of what they lacked: stability, consistency, and a home. They would have regularity in their lives; familiar beds to come back to every night, familiar faces of neighbors and comrades, familiar lands for well-traveled paws to traverse... But it also came at a cost. A pack meant rigidity, a strict order, and subordination. It meant they would be subjugated to the wills and whims of the leader—though if it was Fel, Azriel had no problems submitting himself to her will. It had been so very, very long since Azriel had been part of a formal pack, and the last time... He didn't bother to think of the last time. Azriel realized he had unconsciously stopped humming when Fel spoke about joining Aerie, and quickly resumed his slow, somber tune once he was aware again. There was no need to dwell on that any further. Her suggestion was enticing... oh, so enticing... but it came with a whole new set of concerns as well.

He felt Fel relax more readily against him, letting her head settle down over her leg. His paw wrapped around her began a slow, stroking motion across her side, running claws through svelte fur. This was the one time in his life Azriel had been thankful to be an insomniac. He dreaded the thought of what he might have seen tomorrow morning had he not gotten up when he did. Fel had needed this badly—and somewhere deep inside, Azriel had too. He had been lost in his own thoughts about Aerie and his soft song that he almost missed when Fel finally spoke again, and boy was he glad he did. Fel's words sent a cold icicle stabbing through his heart. That explained everything. Fel's unusual mood shifts whenever she left them, the responsibilities she had to tend to, the smoke and the fire, and the way he had found her tonight... Azriel obviously knew nothing about the deceased wolf, but it was clear that he had been someone very important to the ebon-furred fae. His paw shifted, running gently along each stroke of silver along Fel's back. His gaze drifted down to her face just in time to notice as the glistening teardrops began to fall from wine-tinted eyes.

The sudden display of unabated and unguarded emotions caught him by surprise, but what surprised him even more was how quick he was to react. Without a moment's hesitation, Azriel brought a large, tender paw up to catch some of the tears that fell down her cheeks and muzzle. He would not tell her not to weep; she was grieving and she was purging all of those building emotions. This was what she had been hiding, keeping locked away from everyone, including herself it seemed. Azriel brought his snout back down to her forehead, planting a soft kiss against her forehead, and then another, and then another, until the dark brute was leaving a random trail of kisses from her forehead to her ear that he managed to reach and over her cheek. His paw around her wound tighter around her side, keeping her held snugly against his larger, muscular frame to shelter her from the turbulent storm. It was protective and a touch possessive, the male wanting nothing more than to hide his Fel away from the world that had so cruelly laid her low. His nose pressed against her fur took in the burnt scent of the smoke, eyes closing and brow furrowing at the implications it brought with it.

"I'm sorry, Fel..." he murmured against her skin between the little kisses and nuzzles. "What was his name?" Azriel was not a wolf of sympathy, but he wanted to mourn with the fae that had scaled the walls of his defenses and taken up residence somewhere deep inside his mind and soul. He could not mourn for a nameless wolf he had never met before though.

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Sibyl

Loner

Beginner Intellectual (0)
Beginner Healer (0)
age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
80
size
Small
build
Light
posts
13
player
Shelby
Yesterday, 02:23 AM


She lifted her brows with surprise for a moment at the suggestion that she might join Aerie and with a quick glance toward Azriel's face she could see her partner contemplating the suggestion as well. Being a part of a pack wasn't exactly something that had gone well for her once upon a time and she wasn't sure that it was something she would want to give a second chance, but... the thought of being more permanently at Fel's side and having a place for her to call "home" for the first time in a very long time did have its charms. No one had caught her attention and affections the way Fel had. The last wolf that did that was Azriel, but it was different with him. With him it felt more like a symbiotic relationship. He cared for her and protected her while she assisted with his plans and provided her various skills when they were needed. The closeness they had formed had grown over time, at least on her end, and now she couldn't imagine being without him. With Fel it felt far more certain right away. It was the kind of feeling where she wasn't entirely sure how their lives were going to fit together at first, but she knew that was something she wanted. The rigidity of a pack didn't sound all that appealing, but was there enough pros to out way the cons? She wasn't sure yet, but it was an interesting thought.

As they all stacked together into a beautifully fitting cuddle pile, Sibyl happily nuzzled into Fel's chest and savored the warmth of it all while Azriel's quiet humming continued to drown out the silence of the still morning air. She loved how Fel pulled her into an embrace and if given the choice she would never leave from this spot. She was still worried about Fel and her injury and the mysterious circumstances surrounding it, but her thoughts were interrupted when Fel oh so quietly proclaimed that her brother was dead. It made Sibyl blink open her eyes once more and she lifted her head from Fel's chest long enough to look up toward the larger fae's face. Her mismatched ears flicked and folded back against her head when she saw the tears glittering in Fel's gaze, feeling her own heart silently break for her. It wasn't that she was necessarily torn up about the male that was no longer with them, but seeing how much it hurt Fel passed that sorrow along to her as well. They would grieve together for a man that she would never meet.

She nuzzled into Fel's dark chest and around the base of her neck again, slipping her paws around Fel's sides alongside where Azriel was holding onto her so she could add to this comforting embrace. She was glad to hear Azriel ask for the brother's name so at least she would have a name to go along with this mourning they would do together. In her mind at least, even if Fel couldn't go with them into their adventures and even if they never actually joined her in Aerie, Fel was one of them now. Sibyl didn't have family and never really had. Azriel was the closest she had ever gotten and in her own strange way she loved him and now Fel would be added to that extremely short and selective list in her heart.

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