On The Trail

by **Marcus Gray-Dawn** on June 29th, 2013, 4:21 am

Marcus smiled, for the woman's kindness seemed to be sincere. At one point Marcus even felt a hint of sympathy, which is something was was sort of a rarity to him. It was true he was indeed their family still, but not in the same sense as he once was. The same blood ran through their veins, the same ancestors were honored by them, even their Wind Marks were similar, but years of absence had divided them. Marcus knew he still had those that dearly cared for him, but only so much could be forgiven.

"Do not mistake my words my dear friend. When I return from my journeys I am warmly greeted by those of my family. I think of each one of them as dear as I think of great Caiyha, I know my place though. I know not to come to them for aide, when I have offered none in so long. I know that when I rest at night I rest alone. These are just truths I have come to accept, and it bothers me not."

Marcus had hoped this would shed some light upon his situation, though his description was vague. Perhaps one day he would tell this woman the whole story, but for now this would suffice. Suddenly Marucs perked his head up when his companion's Strider gained her attention.

by **Delani Denusk** on June 29th, 2013, 2:24 pm

Her grip tightened and the first two inches of the blade were drawn. The mare beneath her had tensed in response to the human upon her, her tail flicking and ears perked to what had been sensed. "Easy...easy..." She whispered, touching the mares neck lightly with her fingers.

Ahead of them, where the grass had rustled, a flurry of movement erupted. From one side, pheasants launched themselves in to the air, the whoosh whoosh whoosh of their wingbeats loud in the stillness around them. Many crested the tall-grass before the second movement-solicitor emerged. It was a Kevat! The little owl-faced mammal was a bronze with snowy belly, short legs carrying it headlong into the flock that had been flushed from the shrubs across the path. It launched itself into the air and nimbly plucked one of the pheasants too slow to escape from the very air before landing, hips pointed in the direction it had been running. The bird squirmed in its grab a moment before the Kevat set it down and bit the neck sharply, breaking it with practiced ease.

The dark, beady eyes raised with the tall ears upon its head, blinking at the two riders that were on the trail, unaware that they had been there at all apparently! Kevats were worth some good miza, be it for fur or pleasure, the spry little predators notoriously difficult to train, however. She had heard that some of the folks in Riverfall kept them as pets for pest-control, but that could've just been heresay. It was a shame Dela was no good with a bow, that would have made a fine pelt to sell!

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by **Magpie** on August 18th, 2013, 11:53 pm

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