[AW]  You have torn it all apart

Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

Looking, looking, looking...looking it was all she had been doing over the course of the last few days. She didn't care that her belly was swollen with pups, she didn't care how they tossed and turned and kicked in protest to her endless seeking. How her paws burned, searing from the pain of constant pressure and travel. Had she even eaten? She couldn't remember. And she didn't care, that was the worst part. Tufted audits drawn back, her wings coiled tightly against her hips, she'd already searched founders grove, once, twice, three times over. From the far reaches where the land outstretched over the sea to the borders where the land collided with mountains and fields of sunflowers. He wasn't there. Now she'd changed her route, after being thorough within the grove she'd headed for lands beyond their territory, slipping into the familiarity of the outskirts of crow creek closest to the grove. 

To the place they had revealed themselves to one another, allowing their souls to mingle in an intricate dance of lust and love. She didn't want to accept it, that he had up and left after he'd promised her, promised them only weeks prior. He hadn't been lying at the time, she would of known it, tasted it upon her tongue like poison, so where was he now? Within her delicate frame her chest burned and ached, nausea plagued her body much of the time in these coming days. 

Reluctantly she came to slow at the edge of the land where they'd lain, dropping her snout to brush her nose of the familiar terrain; shakily she lowered herself onto her belly, just like she'd done that very night. She let her golden pools find the horizon where the sea met the sky and the memories would flood. Darkness overtaking the sky if only in her minds eye; for it was still mid-day. And Odin, her Archbishop, her childhood friend, he would come to stand over top of her, Anaru mimicked the motion she'd made that day craning her head back to look at where the man should have been today still. Staring blankly at the empty space above her frame, she reenacted those moments, except this time she did not bat her lashes at him and long for his touch. No, her lips curled instead clacking together where he would of been. This is what she should have done, she should of lashed out at him, pushed him away, denied him. 

A shaky sigh escaped her maw, but she would not allow anyone to see her break. 

Never again. "Never again," she whispered. A promise. 




"Anaru speaking,"


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Venemtress

Ordinary of The Order

5 y/o medium Female
© foxbox

Something had been off for days. She didn't know what, at first. It had just been an irksome feeling at first, fleeting, easily forgotten for a while. Then it had become nagging and then persistent. The emerald colored wolf left her den, wandering around the grove in the search for what was wrong. Strangely, she scented Anaru's presence throughout the grove. It would not have been peculiar if not that the woman was filled with pups, which would be due very soon. She should be resting. Taking it easy. Letting the coven tend to her whims and not gallivanting this way and that across the grove. After a day of this, Venemtress wondered why Odin didn't put a stop to it. A few days later, and after searching herself, Venemtress knew why he hadn't. 

Odin was gone. 

Venemtress trailed Anaru, trying to find the woman. Her paws brought her passed the border and toward the falls. Venemtress flicked her ears and tilted her head. It was unwise to leave the coven. Firstly because of the pups, secondly as their Patriarch she was incredibly valuable, and thirdly without back up. Her nose told her that Anaru had gone alone. Her brows furrowed into a deep frown. Crimson eyes glanced around, hoping someone else would take the torch, but she was alone. And as far as she knew, no one else had noticed the Patriarch's departure. 

A deep sigh rolled from her lips. She trudged after Anaru, dutiful but reluctant. She did not want to deal with this. She had her own feelings about Odin leaving, and did not think she would be much comfort to Anaru. 

She soon found the pale woman lying near the falls. Dark eyes watched in silence, like a leery shadow. She hesitated, still considering turning back. Maybe this was not her place. Maybe she should just remain here and watch. Make sure Anaru made it back safely... But the idea felt wrong. It provided security, but it was not right. A softer sigh left her now, leaving her chest heavy. Going forward meant this was real, and each step she made toward Anaru felt strange. What would she say? Could she even offer comfort?

Only a few feet away, Venemtress stopped. Ears folded back gently, the wolf whispered anxiously, "Is he really gone?"  

And she prayed Anaru would tell her he wasn't. 

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Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "

Her silence, wallowing in her own agony it lingered like rising water. The woman sighed her lids closing tightly as she lowered her head back down digging her claws into the earth below her. She heard someone approach, for a moment her heart leapt, it was Odin — he came home. She was afraid to look, allowing the female lyrics shatter her sliver of hope "Is he really gone?" nothing but a whisper on the air, Venemtress. Another lost soul who had been close to the man, and by the hesitant question which fell from the womans lips, it told Anaru that she didn't know where Odin had gone off to either. But maybe she would have a guess? Maybe Venemtress knew him better than Anaru thought she had. Maybe their bond was deeper. Perhaps he'd left her some kind of hint as per where he'd gone or why. But doubt was burned into the back of her mind and it would not cease. Anaru sighed. 

"Yes Ven..." she mused softly (the first time she'd ever called the woman Ven), pain burned like fire upon her tongue, her voice was heavy. "He's gone." she finished sharply. The woman shifted her weight, using a front paw to push herself so she could angle her body to face Ven, to find her crimson pools; Anaru searched for something there. She didn't know what, pain maybe — something that said maybe Ven was feeling an agony similar to her own. Anaru's own eyes were cold and empty. 

"He took his bear pelt, among a few other possessions from our den so...this is no accident" she explained, she wanted Venemtress to know. To know that this was Odin's choice, that he hadn't just gotten lost, or hurt during a hunt. There was no heroic explanation. She knew it wouldn't bring him back, but she'd be damned if she wouldn't make him suffer every single consequence for his actions. His CHOICE. 


"Anaru speaking,"


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Venemtress

Ordinary of The Order

5 y/o medium Female
© foxbox

The words hurt. They stung like the bite of a small snake lashing out. Her head and shoulders fell glumly. The dark leaves on her rump drooped. Her mind processed what Anaru said. The pain radiated sorely in her chest, and she looked sadly at Anaru, who's own gaze appeared empty and distant. 

Ven's mind reverberated, falling into a repetition of 'why?'  that crashed over her like the waves of a turbulent ocean. Anaru had only confirmed that he was gone. What had happened? Did they have a fight? Was he... on some sort of mission? When would he return? 

She bit the inside of her lip, wondering if it was improper to ask any of them, but the words forced their way out before she could stop them. 

"Why... did he leave?" she asked apologetically. She was not trying to be nosy. It was worry and wanting to understand that caused the question. She could not imagine Odin had departed without explanation. It seemed so foreign. So unlike him. It did not make sense that Odin would leave in the first place, but to leave without saying goodbye was incredibly selfish, and not even something she would have done. She did not give time for Anaru to answer the first before asking a second, "And do you know when he will will be back?" Her voice was slow and soft, as though she were trying to tame a wild creature. Perhaps she was not so far off, given that she was speaking to Anaru. 


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Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
'Im watching it burn'

 
Dovain had heard rumors spreading, though she rarely engaged with the packmates aside from a few nods she'd heard enough to go look for her new leader. If what she were hearing would be proven true, her first friend may very well become her enemy. She trotted through the grove, armor left in the comfort of her home aside from the guards on her legs and a simple cloak of deer skin draped across her back. Long tufts of fur pulled back at the top of her head in a small elastic. Primevere was still bound to her side, the duel ended weapon shimmering in what little light showed through the canopy. 

Her search did not last long, as the pale woman's voice came from the trees along with one Dovain had not yet heard. 

"He took his bear pelt, among a few other possessions from our den so...this is no accident"

The mother's brows pulled together as her lip twitched downward. So it was true, Odin had abandoned the woman that was to whelp his young. Anger boiled in Dove's stomach, releasing in a soft rumble from her chest as she came closer to the two women, making herself known after the earthen lady spoke. 

"And do you know when he will will be back?"

Dove gave a soft chuffing noise of disapproval, muscular limbs carrying her to Anaru's right side, a few feet from the pregnant female so she wouldn't be too much of an intrusion. 

"There is no reason for an able man to leave the woman bearing his pups. Why he left is not important." She rumbled, jaw clenching as she sat down, Primevere hovering next to her as she exaimaned the blade. 

"The question is, how shall he be greeted if he returns?" Her tone was soft, but it had dark undertones, deep voice causing a vibration in her throat as her blade gleamed as if sharing her same thoughts. Her gaze shifted to Anaru, garnet orbs holding a coldness about their usual warmth. 


 
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Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
"  their smiles of plated gold; "


The pain Venemtress visibly displayed was ignored; Anaru could not bring herself to acknowledge the girl's pain while her own throbbing within her chest. It swelled from the center most point of her chest and spread outward through her chest up through her throat and into her stomach. Her eyes heavy from exhaustion as the result of her endless seeking, hours, days she’d been out here, from the moment she woke to find Odin gone — she’d been out here. Looking endlessly, refusing to give up, refusing to accept. Maybe there was still a chance he’d return, it had only been a few days right? But no...why would he take his things if he’d intended to come home? Agony, like static it bristled and burned. "Why... did he leave?" came Venemtress’ hesitant question, it was sad. Maybe she felt like she shouldn’t even be asking in the first place, afraid perhaps to step foot in their personal and private business. But Anaru had nothing to hide. Not today. 

Her jaws clenched tightly, paws tensing; claws sinking into the soft earth, her lips began to curl. Pain blending with anger; Venemtress spoke again. "And do you know when he will be back?" ...be back? Anaru growled low, a deep rumble at the base of her throat. She wanted to lash out, to snap and yell, but she contained herself long enough to hear the chuff of another. Slender face would shift, golden hues narrowing into thin slits as she turned, her face finding the scarred facade of Dovain. The large woman was without her full suit of armor, seating herself to her right; a fair distance which allowed her some breathing room something Anaru was thankful for right now. As she felt her entire world was crumbling around her, the last thing she needed was her people crowding her. Gawking at her pain like some kind of relic to behold. No, she wouldn’t have it. "There is no reason for an able man to leave the woman bearing his pups. Why he left is not important." Anaru allowed her eyes to find Dovains face, meeting her eyes for only a moment. "The question is, how shall he be greeted if he returns?" now this was interesting. 

She huffed, allowing a pause to settle between the three of them, the woman curled a single paw beneath her breast as her eyes found the horizon once more. She took a breath, and despite how it pained her to utter the words. It came as barely above a whisper,  "...If he has not returned by the time I deliver our children, he is a traitor….to the Order, to his people, to all of you...and to me." she sighed, it was clear how difficult it was to mark him as such, her voice heavy and strained. It said enough for how he should be greeted should he return after the marked date. A deadline, that’s what she would give him...enough time to return, enough time to get over his cold feet if that’s all that was happening. 

She sighed, allowing her eyes to sweep back to Venemtress. "I don’t know why he left, he didn’t say I woke up and he was...gone. Nothing happened that I'm aware of…." she mused softly. 

"Anaru speaking,"


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Venemtress

Ordinary of The Order

5 y/o medium Female
© foxbox

Another interrupted before Anaru could give a reply. Venemtress turned her head, giving a cold look to the person who contradicted her question and decided it unworthy. It was still a relevant question, she thought adamantly to herself. It decided whether or not they should be concerned. Anaru could have just been moody with hormones because Odin left to go hunt the last few days and she missed him. Venemtress huffed to herself but kept her trap shut as Dovain strode forward to join them, her voice continuing to ask how Odin would be greeted upon his return- if he returned

At this thought, dark ears perked. She had not thought of that. She had been self-absorbed with her own feelings and had not considered what would happen if Odin did not return soon. Eyes softened as she flicked her attention back to Anaru, looking at the woman keenly. Her heart seemed to catch in her throat. She could see the pain flickering behind Anaru's eyes, and held her breath as the Patriarch spoke. 

Odin had until the birth of his pups to return, otherwise he would be branded a traitor. Venemtress' mind blanked. It seemed dark and complex, unable to immediately process this information. Odin? A traitor? Of course that's what he was, even now to have abandoned Anaru, their unborn offspring, and the Order- but the thought just would not settle. It made her shift uncomfortably and her stomach feel empty. Anaru's words hung in the air and Venemtress could not bring herself to speak. She glanced at Dovain, the armouror, to judge the woman's reaction. Perhaps the larger female would take the news easier. Venemtress felt like she had been kicked in the chest.  

Anaru spoke again to them, saying she did not understand why he left. Crimson eyes looked at the woman's beautiful face. Their gazes locked for a moment, and Venemtress gave a slow but deliberate nod of understanding. 

She prayed to Eleutheria that whatever his reasons and wherever Odin may be, that he did not fucking miss the birth of his children.  

For Anaru would never forgive him. 

And neither would she. 

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Dovain

of

9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
Dovain watched as the gears shifted in Anaru's slim skull. Wondering if she was experiencing similar pain as when Dove found out she was pregnant with a bastard child. Knowing the ones you bore had the possibility of growing up with only one parent... It was a hard to come to terms with, let alone accept as part of your shifting life. 

"...If he has not returned by the time I deliver our children, he is a traitor….to the Order, to his people, to all of you...and to me."

Dove nodded, satisfied with the decision the woman had made, far fairer than she herself would have been in the situation. Ignoring the eyes of the green woman Dove leaning up a little to pull her other dagger from its holster, tossing it between her paws in a quiet manner while Anaru answered the questions Venemtress had asked prior Dovain's arrival. 

"I don’t know why he left, he didn’t say I woke up and he was...gone. Nothing happened that I'm aware of…."

Dove offered another soft chuff and slowly stood up. "I will say this Lady Anaru, the sire of my child will never sire again, I made quite sure of that."  She rumbled, tossing her blade behind her with a slight flick of her paw, ending with an audible crunch as the point of the knife pinned the now crimson head of a squirrel against the base of a small oak tree.  "Any boy can get a woman pregnant, and if that little fuck chooses to behave like a child rather than raise one and be a man..." She stepped closer to the oak and pulled her dagger away from its target, putting the squirrel in her pouch for Aella. 

"Ill let him rot."  Her voice came in a low hissed not as she licked her blade clean before tossing it at the paws of the pale woman. Giving her a smile and lightly tapping the woman's chin with the butt of the blade, a small inclination to keep her head held high as the older mother faded off into the woods. Leaving the knife in the hands of the mother to be. 
 
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