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Lord willing and the creek don't rise - Shiloh - 5/27/2025
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SKILL : - - - ( 1 / 5 )
Thread set to before his thread with Cedar on May 19
Thread set to before his thread with Cedar on May 19
He was reminded of war.
The revelations that continued to unfurl troubled him and awakened the parts of his previous life that he wished to discard. Just as he'd laid his metaphorical sword and shield aside, this world would admonish him with its desire to purge. Almost everyone was on high alert and he was no exception. There was far too much he risked losing if he was not vigilant, and now his sparse sleep became even more rare and what little he did get was so shallow as to be roused by rustling leaves.
He had learned of Fable's visit to the east only after she returned and it settled him with both indignance and guilt. Why had she not told him? Was it out of a place of not trusting him, or was it simply her wayward spirit making a resurgence? She had returned in one piece, and he supposed that was what mattered, but it was only a half-warmth.
Maybe she was right, maybe he couldn't handle everything he once could.
The whisper of self-deprecation stirred and he tried to push it away. He reminded himself the thought was as intangible as the foes they faced in the waking world, and he couldn't let it rattle him. In direct defiance of the passing affront, he pressed forward along his path and drifted his nose across the ground before him.
Shiloh had set out a couple of days before with the intention of checking on Avon's southern borders and seeing if he could find one of those "runes" the dream visitor continue to drone on about. He still wasn't sure what exactly he believed, but he couldn't sit around, listless, waiting for a sign from above to materialize in the flesh. The knight needed to keep his paws moving and continue his surveillance - besides, Fable reported she also encountered a voice.
As irritated as he was with her reckless journey, he knew she wouldn't lie.
The revelations that continued to unfurl troubled him and awakened the parts of his previous life that he wished to discard. Just as he'd laid his metaphorical sword and shield aside, this world would admonish him with its desire to purge. Almost everyone was on high alert and he was no exception. There was far too much he risked losing if he was not vigilant, and now his sparse sleep became even more rare and what little he did get was so shallow as to be roused by rustling leaves.
He had learned of Fable's visit to the east only after she returned and it settled him with both indignance and guilt. Why had she not told him? Was it out of a place of not trusting him, or was it simply her wayward spirit making a resurgence? She had returned in one piece, and he supposed that was what mattered, but it was only a half-warmth.
Maybe she was right, maybe he couldn't handle everything he once could.
The whisper of self-deprecation stirred and he tried to push it away. He reminded himself the thought was as intangible as the foes they faced in the waking world, and he couldn't let it rattle him. In direct defiance of the passing affront, he pressed forward along his path and drifted his nose across the ground before him.
Shiloh had set out a couple of days before with the intention of checking on Avon's southern borders and seeing if he could find one of those "runes" the dream visitor continue to drone on about. He still wasn't sure what exactly he believed, but he couldn't sit around, listless, waiting for a sign from above to materialize in the flesh. The knight needed to keep his paws moving and continue his surveillance - besides, Fable reported she also encountered a voice.
As irritated as he was with her reckless journey, he knew she wouldn't lie.
RE: Lord willing and the creek don't rise - Lugh - 5/27/2025
Skill: Ranger [1/5]
As the boy's legs grew, so did the range he would explore. He still remained within the bounds of the familiar meadows; yet, without a doubt, the urge was very much present to finally surpass the borders and venture into the woodlands nearby.
His muzzle drifted over the ground, stifling small sneezes as the lush grass tickled his nostrils. Towards the mysterious woods, he could smell Shiloh—a very, very odd sentence only months ago. Yet, now, Lugh did just about everything with his nose; navigate, hunt, even simply play around.
He padded forward, still following the scent of his brother, only halting at the sight of the fiery red coat—much like his own.
When compared to his sister, he was certainly a lot more absent. Lugh wasn't nearly as familiar with him as he was with fable—yet, kin was still kin. Shiloh was still his brother, a familiar face, a familiar presence.
Alas, the growing pup was not the type to be still. And darkening skies would not defeat his boundless bull-headedness.
His muzzle drifted over the ground, stifling small sneezes as the lush grass tickled his nostrils. Towards the mysterious woods, he could smell Shiloh—a very, very odd sentence only months ago. Yet, now, Lugh did just about everything with his nose; navigate, hunt, even simply play around.
He padded forward, still following the scent of his brother, only halting at the sight of the fiery red coat—much like his own.
Shiloh!He barked, lifting his head and speeding into a steady lope.
When compared to his sister, he was certainly a lot more absent. Lugh wasn't nearly as familiar with him as he was with fable—yet, kin was still kin. Shiloh was still his brother, a familiar face, a familiar presence.
What're ye doin' out here?He questioned, halting nearby.
It's gettin' dark.Two-toned eyes shifted away from the lion-boy and off into the distance. Nightfall wasn't a reason for Shiloh to return home; yet, it was a reason for Lugh to.
Alas, the growing pup was not the type to be still. And darkening skies would not defeat his boundless bull-headedness.
RE: Lord willing and the creek don't rise - narrator - 5/31/2025
Rune Discovery : 「 Partial failure; clue unlocked for increased chance of success in the next thread this character posts.」
How fortunate that you remember the brutality of war. It might serve you well, should the world continue to fall into chaos. The images flash quickly in your mind of bloodshed and loss - but those thoughts are gone within the blink of an eye as a familiar voice calls your name. Ah, the innocence of youth. Unspoiled by the hardships others have faced, oh precious youth. How [font size=small]tragic[/small] to have innocent be broken.
But there is something special to be said for youth and all the potential there. Perhaps that would help. This might prove to be a way to help - if only those tender ears would open. It starts like a whisper teasing down your spine, and it grows into a cacophony of whispers until you are both together. Then silence. Your ears perk as finally you can strain enough to hear something clear.
The feeling grows more intense, deeper, down to the bones even. The frenzy to hunt, to put your paws into motion, to persevere. Would the task be easier between the both of you? Perhaps those younger senses will prove to be the key. A glimmer of fireflies off in the distance seem to flash in synchrony. The pattern is deliberate, pulsing a deliberate 7 times before they trailed off into the sky until it is too hard to track them.
The feeling of near certainty settles in your chest. Heart beating wildly, you feel certain of your path. You must choose, though. Do you give in to the call and the chance? Or do you give into the fear of the unknown?
How fortunate that you remember the brutality of war. It might serve you well, should the world continue to fall into chaos. The images flash quickly in your mind of bloodshed and loss - but those thoughts are gone within the blink of an eye as a familiar voice calls your name. Ah, the innocence of youth. Unspoiled by the hardships others have faced, oh precious youth. How [font size=small]tragic[/small] to have innocent be broken.
But there is something special to be said for youth and all the potential there. Perhaps that would help. This might prove to be a way to help - if only those tender ears would open. It starts like a whisper teasing down your spine, and it grows into a cacophony of whispers until you are both together. Then silence. Your ears perk as finally you can strain enough to hear something clear.
Oh yia ere suf krose, suf krose!
The feeling grows more intense, deeper, down to the bones even. The frenzy to hunt, to put your paws into motion, to persevere. Would the task be easier between the both of you? Perhaps those younger senses will prove to be the key. A glimmer of fireflies off in the distance seem to flash in synchrony. The pattern is deliberate, pulsing a deliberate 7 times before they trailed off into the sky until it is too hard to track them.
Sepa lale, sepa krond, yia muk! fonie, fonie, ali filn. ali fif
The feeling of near certainty settles in your chest. Heart beating wildly, you feel certain of your path. You must choose, though. Do you give in to the call and the chance? Or do you give into the fear of the unknown?
RE: Lord willing and the creek don't rise - Shiloh - 6/3/2025
SKILL : GUARDIAN ( 1 / 5 )
His name on the wind, from a voice steadily growing more known to him, brought Shiloh to a halt and dragged him from his thoughts.
White-tipped ears cupped toward the source: his youngest brother. Notably not glued to their mother's side, he mentally added.
Truth be told, he was pleased to see Lugh finding his own boundaries. He could not live at Epona's apron skirt forever - this world, or the last, would tear him from it eventually.
His words were cut short as a deluge of whispers infiltrated his mind unbidden. Shiloh winced, ears flattening until the discordant fabric of voices distilled into a single one on the heels of a small stretch of silence. It felt almost like relief, but it was short-lived.
The voice urged them on, indicating they were close... Close to what, precisely? Stormy hues turned to Lugh and then to the world around them, as though he might visually lay eyes upon the source of it all.
But there was no one but the two of them within the in-between of meadow and forest.
Save for, of course, a cloud of fireflies further up the trail. Shiloh counted the pulses of their shimmering light, but he was unsure if there was any meaning to be scraped from it.
What he did know, however, was that Lugh was not going back home to their mother just yet. He was not about to leave his youngest brother to the mercy of whatever lay in store.
The lion stepped ahead of his younger brother, taking the place of watchful sentinel as he picked a path to follow where the fireflies had faded away.
White-tipped ears cupped toward the source: his youngest brother. Notably not glued to their mother's side, he mentally added.
I could say th' same t'ye, deartháir beag ,Shiloh returned his inquiry with one of his own, scarred brow raised faintly and a crooked tilt of his lips.
Mathair will skin us both if ye get lost out here.
Truth be told, he was pleased to see Lugh finding his own boundaries. He could not live at Epona's apron skirt forever - this world, or the last, would tear him from it eventually.
I was checkin' th' borders for signs o' those runes everyone is talkin' about,he added, answering Lugh's question.
Haven't-
His words were cut short as a deluge of whispers infiltrated his mind unbidden. Shiloh winced, ears flattening until the discordant fabric of voices distilled into a single one on the heels of a small stretch of silence. It felt almost like relief, but it was short-lived.
The voice urged them on, indicating they were close... Close to what, precisely? Stormy hues turned to Lugh and then to the world around them, as though he might visually lay eyes upon the source of it all.
But there was no one but the two of them within the in-between of meadow and forest.
Save for, of course, a cloud of fireflies further up the trail. Shiloh counted the pulses of their shimmering light, but he was unsure if there was any meaning to be scraped from it.
What he did know, however, was that Lugh was not going back home to their mother just yet. He was not about to leave his youngest brother to the mercy of whatever lay in store.
Ye heard th' voice, let's get goin',Shiloh pressed, feeling safe in assuming Lugh had also heard it. The voice had spoken to all of them before, it did not seem unlikely the same would happen here.
The lion stepped ahead of his younger brother, taking the place of watchful sentinel as he picked a path to follow where the fireflies had faded away.
RE: Lord willing and the creek don't rise - Lugh - 6/7/2025
Skill: Ranger [2/5]
Lugh huffed.
'I was checkin' th' borders for signs o' those runes everyone is talkin' about,' Runes...?
Shiloh was interrupted by the strident sounds of a distant whisper. Lugh jumped, hackles bristling within an instant.
Two-toned eyes drifted towards the horizon. Fireflies—loads of them, undulating rhythmically, floating like stars in the heavens. He gasped, enamored in an instant.
This wasn't a normal sense of desire to follow the softly glowing insects. It was different—it rocked him to his core, burning in his bones and causing his heart to beat faster. He had to go. He had to see them/
'Ye heard th' voice, let's get goin'.' Lugh did not hesitate. He nodded wordlessly and followed behind her brother's lead, tail held high with confidence.
I'm not gonna get lost,he retorted.
I've been out here loads o' times. I know exactly where I'm goin'.The boy shot his older brother an indignant glare before being distracted by the fields.
'I was checkin' th' borders for signs o' those runes everyone is talkin' about,' Runes...?
Is that what Beibhinn—err—Fable, left to look for?All in truth, there had been... some kind of announcement made about this. However, alas, he had not been listening.
Shiloh was interrupted by the strident sounds of a distant whisper. Lugh jumped, hackles bristling within an instant.
Whassat? Who's there? Come out!!He barked defensively, his throat rumbling with growls.
Two-toned eyes drifted towards the horizon. Fireflies—loads of them, undulating rhythmically, floating like stars in the heavens. He gasped, enamored in an instant.
This wasn't a normal sense of desire to follow the softly glowing insects. It was different—it rocked him to his core, burning in his bones and causing his heart to beat faster. He had to go. He had to see them/
'Ye heard th' voice, let's get goin'.' Lugh did not hesitate. He nodded wordlessly and followed behind her brother's lead, tail held high with confidence.