Skill: Vagabond

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Mauve

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He’d been here before…

Somehow, someway he traveled to lands that were so close yet so far away…

Thunder rumbled through the sky as lightning could be seen scattering across the dark clouds. The air was thick and a breeze whipped through the woodlands as he made his way through territory that was vaguely familiar, a place he’d been before but couldn’t really remember. A place in his mind that was shrouded in clouds and fog, a grey spread that overtook his memories.

Frustrated Jaxxon snorted as he lifted a head to gaze upon the darkness above, his eyebrows furrowed over resonated amber. It was a fluid movement as he soon turned his head towards the wind and took in the deep scents of apples. The crisp fruit overtaking everything as his memories drifted away and his thoughts turned towards something darker.

Joxer… He was gone, after his conversation with Nyra he’d finally come to terms with the fact that the leader had vanished and left him in charge... Left him as their Huntsman…

Shaking his head the monster bit back a few tears that sprung to his eyes, stinging the orbs as he squinted and choked back a sob, his breast burning with anger and hurt… With a sorrow so deep, the loss of another lover…

Jaxxon clamped his jaws shut and bent his head down as he stormed through the wisteria and apples that lay scattered across the ground, another rumble broke his silence as he stormed and tramped through his pain. Laying waste to those pieces of fruit that were becoming mush in his presence.

Her head lay comfortably against the flume of her tail, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The call of morning doves was the first to stir, accompanied by the distant rumbles of a promising storm. Silver-blue orbs would breach from the darkness and into the morning’s depths. A yawn escaped from her lips, fighting the sleep that dared to lull her back to sleep. She had been worried about the approaching storm delaying their travel, so they would have to wait to see if they could.

She crouched forward, gently nudging the male to wake, waiting for him to stir before they would depart the cavern they had been holed in. Her heart was heavy; the feeling of leaving had been harder to bear than she had thought. Perhaps it was because she was holding out for someone that no longer existed. Warwick… A name she could recite in her memories. Saying it aloud would mean she was not over what could have been. Would she truly be over the what-ifs?

Years ago, these woodlands were where he had found her… where she had first seen the amber hues set in russet browns. She turned to look at Riptide, and then she recounted the others who were now a part of her family. Francis… she had left him too long and knew he worried.

Moving toward the orchard, she would see a flash of shadows making their way through the treelines. A large behemoth of a man was stalking the forest, heading in the same direction they were. She could almost feel the wrath that radiated through his body. She would look to Riptide, and before he could talk her out of it, she was already making her way to the tormented soul.

Her breath hitched, watching a familiar male stomp against the unexpected apples. She frowned visibly, reassuring Riptide that she knew what she was doing. She continued, only a few strides now separated the rampaging demon and the woman who was stupid enough to face him head-on.

“Jaxxon?” She called out to him, “Jaxxon is that you?” Funny how they would meet under the same circumstances once again, “What happened?” She expressed her concern, moving until she was now only a paw length away, “It’s okay to be angry, just don’t take it out on the fruit.” She smiled, hoping a little comedy might bring him back out of his rage. She then tilted her head, “Do you remember me?”

Skill: Vagabond

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Mauve

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A familiar voice... A melodic sound that made him stop and twitch brown audits towards the direction of the twinkle of harmony that broke through his haze and snap out of his thoughts momentarily. Straight to the point the beautiful woman that was scented of the sweetest of scents that tickled his memory.

She jested, poking at him a little and made a comment about taking it out on the fruit, and through his whirlwind of thoughts he was able to push a chuckle out of his chest. A deep sound that grated like rolling rocks. Do you remember me...?

He did...

He remembered her smell, the way she coaxed him from that deep dark place Joxer had sent him to previously... Gods it was always Joxer...

Sighing heavily the man walked towards her, a hairs breadth between them, his eyes didn't scan her slender form, that painted lady that stood before him like a beautiful statue...

I remember you... Jaxxon told her, a small smile tickling on the edges of his lips, blinking slowly as his eyes still stay hazed over with emotions. She had asked him what was wrong and he couldn't hold it, for some reason he felt oh so comfortable with this woman and he couldn't hold back that torrential downpour of sadness.

He's gone... My soul... He left me... Jaxxon sputtered, his eyes flicking to his front paws and stared with glistening amber eyes, unable to meet her gaze currently as he felt his breath hitch with a pitch of sound that was almost painful.

She had watched the beast of a man would start to unfold from the rage that bound him, Mauve had seen the same anger that took over him before. He had his reasons, and Mauve had no intentions of prying if he did not wish to speak with her. It was none of her business, but she had only hoped that he would calm down enough not to hurt himself… and others who were not as lucky as her. His breath would slow, and a chuckle like gravel crossed her ears.

His large form would draw closer, she would stand where she was, accepting his advances, only hoping Riptide did not see him as a threat. She felt the gush of heat draw to her ears, painting the cream a deepened red if one were to look hard enough. Mauve had forgotten how strange it was to be in the presence of a man who did not belong to her hoard. Riptide, she had seen in a different light, indicating his closeness as ‘part of the job,’ nothing more. However, Jaxxon was not her knight; he was a man, and she a woman.

Those feelings were soon pushed away as she witnessed the emotion behind the anger, the raw suffering he was feeling. An emotion she was all too familiar with… loss. He had expressed in a broken tone… losing someone of such importance. Her ears would falter downward, his gaze no longer able to keep. A small frown curved her lips, and she would break the distance between them. Caring little about dignity and how a lady should not be seen touching someone of the opposite sex. Her instincts were to comfort, to help alleviate the loneliness he felt.

Having been much smaller than her, her chin would settle near the lower part of his shoulder, bringing her paw to touch his own as she gently applied pressure, as if squeezing his hand, “I’m sorry.” Her voice just barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry you have to endure such a loss.” She wished she could annihilate the pain, but she knew she couldn’t. He had to endure it, he had to work through his emotions, and eventually, with time, he would be okay. However, he did not have to suffer alone.

Skill: Vagabond

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Mauve

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He was larger than her, so when she approached to embrace him her head would settle near his lower shoulder, placing her paw on his as she gave him sympathies and other words of kindness. Jaxx slowly brought his gaze to Mauve, blinking back the sting of oncoming tears. He cleared his throat and placed his head on her shoulder in a type of wolfy hug.

Thanks... He would reply, his eyes now gazing off into the distance behind the femme. She was warm and soft, a feeling he hadn't felt in so long...

Sighing The Boogeyman relaxed against her, into her, leaning slowly against her form for comfort. Though there was something else there that he couldn't quite place, something with this stranger who wasn't a stranger, I just... Wasn't ready for so much responsibility I guess... He left with with a whole ass pack.. The male chuckled softly, trying not to raise his voice too much in her ears.

Mauve held something in her, something special, and even though he barely knew her he knew she was a spark in the dark. One day she would do great things...

She could see the glaze of tears he would hold back, refusing to let them fall. Still withholding such a vulnerable moment from her, she could not blame him. They had not seen one another in such a long time, the air once more filled with heaviness… a sadness that enveloped the two souls. She would draw herself closer toward him, pushing her maw into his neck. Seeking comfort selfishly in a man who was just as broken as her, who had suffered the same loss…

Flashes of faces would cross her mind, ones where she was starting to muddle the details - would she eventually forget what they looked like? The thought pulled at her heartstrings, no… they deserved someone to remember them. She would not forget. Never.

His voice snapped her back into reality, her maw untangling from his neck and pulling back to hear him better. The woman would frown, his words of self-doubt echoing in her mind. She had felt this way at one point, “He would not have left you with something you could not handle, Jaxxon.” She replied, drawing her silver-blues up to catch along his ambered gaze, “If you do not want this responsibility, you can simply give it up.” A simplified answer, but was he willing to?

“You could come live with me.” She offered, “However, I know you are not one to take the easy way out of things. Your soul gave you his legacy to continue.” She now pulled herself from his grasp, turning her gaze toward the north. The direction of home, “There is no doubt you are capable of great things.”

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Mauve

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She pushed her maw into his neck and he sighed, closing his eyes slowly, she sought comfort within him and he wouldn't deny her. His words had pulled her away and he flicked his eyes back open listening to her words carefully... Though give it up? That wasn't something he planned on doing, he wasn't going to throw away his brothers legacy, as it stood, and he visabbly shook his head to her words.

She offered for him to come live with her and he once more shook his head with a smile. Naw... He started, leaning closer to her in a friendly manner, I appreciate the offer but I have to stay and uphold Joxer's legacy and all that jazz... He chuckled, trying to shy away from her comment about him being capable of great things, becoming a bit bashful at it.

He felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he chuckled a pleased sound. Thanks... I'm tryin'... The smile appearing on the side of his face now and he ducked his head down and a little away from the smaller woman swathed in beautiful browns.