Private Roleplay in keeping secrets of silent earth

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in keeping secrets of silent earth - tiberii - 5/31/2026

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BACKDATED to 5/14
Brynhild

She wasn't sure if it was better or worse.

Knowing.

There was a comfort in it, and yet, she felt strangely powerless. The bull was enwrapped by the weakness of the lives that brewed within her, forced to bend to their will. They were so invisible, and yet so very fucking present. It was as if in knowing, she could sense them. The endless number of tiny little souls that had rooted within her

It was fucking weird.

And how was she supposed to continue to lead Dawnbreak like this? She could hardly move more than 30 feet without throwing up on her own feet. Fuck. Bryn? The bull hadn't yet checked in on her second since their collective return. And Bryn had not been spared from the plague's cruelty. Are ya alrigh'? Tiberii would waver, half-hitched in her own ignorance of her stupid words as she searched for Brynhild.

The bull would slow, softening her approach for a few moments.

She needed ... help ...
... as hard as it was to admit.

She needed Brynhild.

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RE: in keeping secrets of silent earth - Brynhild - 6/1/2026

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I am my mothers daughter, I am her strength.
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Brynhild had been avoiding most of Dawnbreak since her return.

Not intentionally. At least, that was what she told herself.

The truth was simpler. Moving hurt. Standing hurt. Existing hurt. Four days back and she still wasn't accustomed to the ache that settled deep within the crooked set of her leg. The splint kept it supported, but it didn't fix the damage. Nothing would.

So she kept to herself.

Rested where she could. Growled at anyone who looked too sympathetic. Tiberii's voice reached her before the woman herself did.

Bryn?

One ear twitched.

The wolf lifted her head from where she'd been sprawled beneath a sparse tree, gold eyes narrowing toward the approaching figure. At first she was prepared to offer some sarcastic remark. Then she got a better look at the bull.

And stopped.

Tiberii looked...

Strange.

Brynhild couldn't place it immediately.

Not sick.

Not injured.

Just... off.

Like something had hollowed her out and filled the space with uncertainty. The sight was unsettling.

Aye?

Her voice came rough from disuse.

Brynhild shifted herself upright, suppressing the discomfort that shot through her leg. Her jaw tightened briefly before relaxing again.

Tiberii asked if she was alright. Brynhild barked a short laugh, more a snort.

Depends who ye ask.

A glance dropped toward the splinted limb.

I've had better weeks.

That was putting it mildly.

Still, she wasn't focused on herself for long. Her eyes drifted back to Tiberii, studying her.

What's wrong? Ye look tired,

RE: in keeping secrets of silent earth - tiberii - 6/12/2026

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"I've had better weeks."

A soft ping of guilt resonated, and yet Tiberii maintained her posture, instead choosing to respond with the roughness of her own laugh. They'd all had better weeks at this point ... in fact ... Tiberii could barely remember the past weeks ... months ...? There had been so much.

Too much.

The death (murder) of Alaric that went unprocessed.

Her admission of her long-standing, albeit pesky, love for Shiloh.

The end of the world.

Shiloh's subsequent death and resurrection.

Her pregnancy.

A sudden wave of nausea surged over her, and she caught her bile on her tongue, swallowing roughly. Her gaze steeled, ears flicking upward from their position on the base of her head. Tiberii could feel Brynhild's gaze mulling over her with an intense curiosity. Tiberii realized she must look ridiculous — and must sound even more so.

"What's wrong? Ye look tired," her second would note.

Polite, at least. A blessing for the bulldozer.

Ah, shit, Tiberii would start awkwardly, feeling a mix of guilt and inadequacy. Her lips firmed into a thin line, eyes flickering down toward her paws for a brief moment of consideration before returning to Bryn. I'm gonna need yer help, Byrn, the bull would start, once more flattening her ears. Seem ta 'ave uh ... found m'self ... pregnant. Her voice tailed, just a little.

Fuck. Hell. Shit. How was she supposed to watch over Dawnbreak when she was soon to be incapacitated by roundness? Inundated by leeches children?

I'm worried that soon I won't be able ta be what Dawnbreak needs as a Pillar ... A certain softness (sadness?) touched the edges of her words, but her deep voice somehow retained poise and professionalism. Would Bryn be able to see through that? More than likely.

But Tiberiri was worried about more than being inadequate as a leader.

What about her as a mate? A mother?

She looked toward Bryn with uncharacteristically soft eyes, awaiting judgment.