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Shadowed Dell | Mid winter | Evening, after 'it's too far away' | Snowing

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Knowing he needed space or he would explode, Bucky had left his home territory behind him, splashed through the bitterly cold water as the snowflakes drifted peacefully down around him, and set off running. Not his usual run, which a clearly practiced affair borne of his dedication to keeping fit, moderated and evenly paced. 

This was a wild, reckless run along the riverbank, not even slowing when he cut a paw paw open on an errant rock and left blood-smudged pawprints in his wake. And he kept running all afternoon, pushing and pushing and pushing until finally his body quit on him and he drew to a still-reluctant halt, chest heaving, head hanging low. His teeth were clenched, every harshly exhaled breath through his nose misting the cold evening air in front of his face.

Anger had been the last emotion he’d felt as he walked away from Kaete, and it had lingered the longest. She really thought he was some monster. It hadn’t been a joke or a misunderstanding or any other excuse she would doubtless concoct. She genuinely thought he’d be an asshole to kids of hers. Months he’d gone through, of believing the best in her. Not anymore.

Kaete didn’t really think Bucky was her friend. He understood that now. He would guard his heart better in the future. Against wolves like her. 

He was still so angry. His coat bristled with it like sparks could actually be set off his fur, and he wished for an impossible second Elliot wasn’t dead or the rapist from the desert would just appear magically in front of him just so he could get rid of his anger by ripping somebody who deserved it apart.

He propped his aching paw against the trunk of one of the dead winter trees, and when the pressure inside his head mounted to an unbearable level he found himself letting out a deafening bellow of rage.


Jul 11, 2018 04:42 AM

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It had been a little while since she joined the Brotherhood and today Rota was pushing herself. She’d scouted along the borders of the Falls all day and finally she felt confident enough to venture deeper into the Glen. It was nice until the sun set, shrouding the already dark, uneven forest in even more darkness. She was just about to turn back when she smelled it: blood. Wolf blood.

Her nose twitched curiously, but the scent was kinda faint. She was far enough out from Brotherhood territory that she wasn’t immediately worried. Her job was to protect the Brotherhood, after all. Not the wolves in the forest around the Brotherhood. But then she heard the roar, one that loud enough and furious enough to make the fur along her spine bristle. That definitely wasn’t the sound of some injuried wolf.

Rota ran as fast as she could through the trees, stumbling and scrambling across various logs and rocks in the darkness, her heart hammering with adrenaline. Whatever the hell made that sound, she had to cut it off before it got close enough to her pack to actually become a serious threat.

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Jul 11, 2018 06:16 AM — Post #1

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Bucky was probably going to be pretty easy to find. He hadn’t moved, and once the sound of his own echo faded form the stone walls and caves of the dell, he felt a bit ashamed of himself for his outburst.

Still angry, but a bit more able to cope with it and think rationally.

Rationally about how one of his supposed best friends saw him as some abuser of puppies. Yeah. That just made him feel fantastic.

Damn, he’d come a long way. He was only now cluing in that the trees around him meant the Dell. Sighing, he turned to a nearby trickle of water from meltwater flowing to the river, and dropped his nose for a drink, though he did grimace slightly when he put weight on his cut paw.


Jul 11, 2018 08:33 AM — Post #2

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Rota had never been this far into the Glen before. She hoped she could still make her way back to the Falls after this. That was if she didn’t manage to fall off a cliff and snap her neck first, because one second there was solid—if somewhat slanted—ground beneath her paws and the next there was just open air. The darkness didn’t make it any easier to see the sheer drop off before nearly half of her body was dangling over the edge, either.

Fortunately, she was able to hook her hindpaws beneath a fairly sturdy log at the last second and frantically backpedal her way to the edge. That was one crisis averted, though she felt as though she might have a heart attack any second now.

Panting heavily, Rota tried her best to be still her heart while she squinted down into the abyss for whatever had made that noise. Except the only thing she heard now was softly trickling water. The smell of wolf blood was stronger here, but that was the only thing out of the ordinary.

Damn forest.

She let a low growl, wondering vaguely if the faceless beast would take the bait.


Jul 11, 2018 07:42 PM — Post #3

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Bucky heard the approach now - he’d drawn some attention, which was hardly surprisingly. He lifted his head from the trickle, ears splayed slightly out to the sides out of guilt. He scented the air - Brotherhood, also not surprising, they weren’t so far away. But who was it?

Female, young - not Eyja. Natasha? He took a few steps in that direction - not too many given the growl - certainly it would be in the sharp-tongued teen’s persona to give him a warning growl if she had heard him making a ruckus near her territory.

“Natasha? That you?” He called, voice gruff and still panting slightly. “It’s just Bucky.”


Jul 11, 2018 07:50 PM — Post #4

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The anger was deflating now that it was an ally, not an enemy, who was nearby. Bucky couldn’t very go and bash up a Brother.

“Nat, if that is you I’ll see you another time.” He called, sounding a bit defeated, and turned to slowly trudge off, wishing he’d picked a slightly more productive fashion to get rid of his grief.

((Exit))


Jul 14, 2018 05:19 PM — Post #5

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