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Astaria

rank: Caretaker

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 67

Raven

Stardust: 350✪
#1

Thankfully, the snowfall was not heavy upon the chill, Winter morning. Yet still the wind was toe-numbingly cold. The kind that set teeth on edge, or jaws to ache from clamped tension. Still, Monroe had a job to do and this time of day was the perfect opportunity to do so. He had learnt to rise early, rise with the bright sun that shone upon him every morning. Had he rose any later and he would be pre-occupied with happy Astaria members wanting to know more about their newly appointed care-taker. Well... perhaps not all, but mostly the pups.

So, at first light he set out on a mission; to retrieve herbs and flowers for his den. Without them, he was a workman with no tools. Not all flowers would be for medicinal purposes, though. No, the prettiest ones he would place around the entrance to his Cave, perhaps even out-side too... if he could find the right place for them. But he would leave the comforting decorations for later. He had been given a task, he would for fill it to the best of his ability (and probably a little more.)

The golden lad stuck out like a sore thumb against the snowy backdrop, yet; he still pressed on. Allowing his nose and senses to guide him, his eyes seeking out what he needed. Thankfully (and to his surprise) he had found himself within a forest, dense with beautiful Pine. Now... Chamomile and Valerian For the nerves, a definite must. Echinacea and Root bark for infection. Aloe Vera and finally Snake root. He doubted he could find all the herbs he needed in one area; but a dense Forest like this one would probably be the best place to look. Grabbing a large dock leaf, he began his search, slowly scouring every inch of the forest he could find; nose to the ground to guide his way.

"we're all young and naive still"
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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 3

posts: 248

post log:

Claerie

Stardust: 825✪
#2

It was a tad embarrassing that he had missed the grand unveiling of Astaria. At first, Cailan had thought the ceremony to be a tad eccentric—after all, they had all known what they had gathered for. They were friends and family by extension, each one drawn close by Blackfoot's stubborn attitude and unfailing determination. One way or another, the blunt, churlish she-wolf had won their hearts. Missing the meeting for the sake of food had been practical... until Cailan came to the realization that he could only recognize his pack members by scents reminiscent of the vista and not by face or name.

Which begged another question—how did Blackfoot become so well connected? He loved the woman—another new realization that had taken some time to get used to—but she had her flaws and a general, stony quality about her. He had been fortunate enough to break down her walls and bring a smile to her lips. For a time he had thought himself special in that. Perhaps her walls were easier to scale than I originally thought. Hmmph. Jealousy was a common thorn within his paw, though it was none too big nor too worrisome. It was merely born of puppy love and passion—or childishness.

It was within the pines that Cailan now wandered, carefully searching for hints of game. The Vista, for all its beauty, lacked the resources that a young pack needed to thrive.

...

Ah. Cailan's lips parted in surprise as he realized that another lurked nearby, the breeze whispering into his ear that this wolf loved herbs and... Astaria? Such an assumption was fair enough if the earthy and salty scent was anything to go off of.

Stepping forward, Cailan wagged his tail in a friendly greeting, a smile upon his lips. "Mornin', are you one of the Astaria lads?"

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Astaria

rank: Caretaker

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 67

Raven

Stardust: 350✪
#3

The snow thankfully did not fall and blind his vision. It seemed quiet in the Forest, even with some birds chirping their morning songs. Mostly; it was snow under his golden paws. The satisfying crunch with each, delicate step taken. Yet he was not simply here to enjoy the scenery. Yet--ah! Lavender, the purple flower easily distinguishable against the bright, white snow. Tenderly, his jaws clasped around the stems and snapped from the root, gingerly placing the bundle upon the dockleaf he had chosen. It was large; large enough to carry a few herbs. But not enough. He would have to make a few trips when he could. Now he understood why he was such a help to his Mother... well. He tried to help at least.


"Mornin', are you one of the Astaria lads?" A rough voice called out. Monroe had been so engrossed on finding herbs that he did not hear the other male coming towards him. A small yelp sounded from him; the herbs he had gathered falling to the floor and tumbling from the enclosed dock leaf. "Great." A sigh flustered from his flared nostrils, anger seething from his gaze. Yet his attention drew to the stranger that had greeted him."S-sorry. Yes." His words tried to come out freindly, but he couldn't help but snap them out. All his hard work! It wasn't his fault. Brows furrowed down into a confused expression; Monroe did not recognize him, he was not at the meeting... he hadn't even seen him around. Yet... he smelt like them? He held the familiar twang of salt that they had all accustomed living so close to the sea."I... uh. Sorry! My name's Monroe. I haven't seen you about?" Surely, he was one of them... right? He seemed friendly; his tail was wagging, his expression was jolly.

A rush of heat swelled upon his features, feeling frustrated and rather embarrassed. Why did he have to be so.... nervous? Clumsy!Golden tail slowly swayed behind him. His dark gaze darted back down to the herbs and began to gingerly place them back upon the dock-leaf. Some had broken... but they would still be of use. Hopefully.



"we're all young and naive still"
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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 3

posts: 248

post log:

Claerie

Stardust: 825✪
#4

A yelp fled from the boy's lips and an herbal scent washed over the breeze. Small plants fluttered to the ground, decorating the moss beneath golden paws. A soft, grumbled "great" brought a quirk to Cailan's brow. He had dealt with sour personalities before, though none so quick into a conversation. When the boy glanced over at him, his words were curt and sharp. "S-sorry. yes." There were the budding notes of friendliness there, but only barely. A stray breath whistled past Cailan's lips. Goodness.

"You're a skittish one, aren't ya?" He peered at the fallen herbs and then the boy. "I thought healers were supposed to be steady." His tail gave a small flick as he glanced back at the boy. A teasing smile still rested upon his lips for, in the end, his fur wasn't ruffled by a lemon-drop.

"I... uh. sorry! my name's monroe. I haven't seen you about?" Ah, well, there were some reasons for that. Despite being one of the founding members of the pack, Cailan had missed the first meeting. While he was quite present, his duties as a guard left him mildly absent. "Must have never crossed paths then. The name's Cailan."

He waited a moment for Monroe to start delicately putting his herbs back on a broad leaf. Taking a few curious steps forward, Cailan couldn't help but offer his assistance. "Need some help?"

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Astaria

rank: Caretaker

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 67

Raven

Stardust: 350✪
#5

The man stood braisen and bold. Yet Monroe couldn't help but feel a little agitated. All his hard work; now scattered upon the snow. He had spent what felt like days searching out these specific herbs... though little they were; he still had more to collect and a long way to go before he brought them back to Astaria. "You're a skittish one, aren't ya?" The monochrome male spoke. Golden ears pinned to his domed skull. "W-wouldn't you be i-if someone just appeared outta nowhere?!" His words snapped from his jaws. Like a small dog being backed into a corner; he barked in defense. What was it with Astarian's and appearing out of thin air? Was it some unspoken game that he didn't know of?

"I thought healers were supposed to be steady." Though the male's smile was teasing; Monroe did not take it so much that way. Dark eyes narrowed."That's a bad misconception."His comment was plain and monotone. What was it with this guy? Who the hell did the think he was? Not every healer was wise beyond years. That only came with age... right?

Yet, he couldn't cause grief with a fellow Astarian... he was their caretaker; it was his job to be friendly and welcoming to everyone. What kind of Caretaker held grudges? "Must have never crossed paths then. The name's Cailan." A name unknown yet a face he would remember. Swallowing down the bitterness that swelled within his maw, he forced his expression to seem a little more welcoming. "Monroe." Was it nice to meet him? Further conversation would determine that. Anger was a nasty pill to swallow.

"Need some help?" Surely, this wasn't meant to dig at him? Surely he was genuinely interested in helping? So why did he feel a little ashamed at the offer... like he needed it! "Uh... y-yes." He felt the sarcasm rise within his throat eagerly, like boiling water. "Please."His words came out staggered, almost forced... this wasn't going well at all.

Great.

"we're all young and naive still"
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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 3

posts: 248

post log:

Claerie

Stardust: 825✪
#6

While Cailan was often one for lighthearted teasing, it seemed that every gentle joke was taken as a slap against the cheek. Golden ears pinned against a golden crown. "w-wouldn't you be i-if someone just appeared outta nowhere?!" The words were derisive and harsh though Cailan could not help but shrug his shoulders. "You've got ears and a nose, yeah?" His chin tilted as he gazed at the wolf. For all of the boy's sunshine fur he could hardly be called sunny.

More banter and more bitterness.

"that's a bad misconception," retorted the young Astarian in reference to Cailan's comment on steadiness. The guard's brow lifted slightly. "Wouldn't want you jerking at any of my wounds," Cailan mused with a small smile and a breathy laugh. He truly wasn't trying to goad the boy, but it was difficult not to. It seemed that the more Cailan grinned the more the other would snarl. That said, Cailan was not a pure saint either. It was mildly amusing to watch the healer grumble.

Introductions were exchanged and Cailan nodded. Monroe, was it? While he doubted that Monroe would be keen on joining him on any patrols, he knew they'd see enough of each other to warrant remembering the name.

When Cailan offered to help, Monroe's agreement was stilted and awkward but it was agreement all the same.

Tail wagging lazily at his back, Cailan approached slowly. He was careful to stare down at his paws and step were no herbs were. "Where do you want them?" the guard asked before gingerly picking up a stem of lavender.

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Astaria

rank: Caretaker

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 67

Raven

Stardust: 350✪
#7

Monroe had grown without siblings, he had not learnt to deal with playful teases or mindless jabs. He was a sensitive soul that took everything perhaps too literally. But he did not realise that. No, in his mind; Cailan was irritating... perhaps he did not mean to be; but it was certainly grating on the young healer. You've got ears and a nose, yeah?" A dismissive snort flared though onyx nostrils, his voice monotone with a childish broody look. "Apparently not." He did not want to explain his reasons for not hearing him-perhaps he wouldn't understand the means of... concentration.

A brow quirked at his stereotype. Perhaps he had grown up on fairy-tales and common misconceptions... or perhaps the healers he had known were, well, normal? "Wouldn't want you jerking at any of my wounds, Monroe's expression would have turned to a cold, hard glare; had the monochrome male not added a laugh at the end. What an odd way to joke. But, to share another's joy was something he found himself doing before he could stop it and so a small smile crept upon his face. "Yeah..." He added with a small chuckle of his own, shaking his head.

Awkward.



Yet, the tension between them seemed to momentarily fade; Cailan seemed to step more carefully and less bold and brass than he had done before. "Where do you want them?" Quickly, Monroe murmured something akin to an "uh" sound before grabbing the strewn, large leaf had had used as a makeshift basked. Gingerly, he picked it up and placed it on the ground nearer to Cailan. "Just on t-that leaf. Thanks." He quickly then grabbed a few more stems of Lavender, allowing Cailian to place the herbs he had collected before finishing off the pile.

Once done, a more somber expression graced his golden features. "Sorry....about...before." His words stumbled from his maw. He hated to explain himself... but it was the right thing to do. As Astaria's healer, he had to be friendly with all wolves that would walk into his den, right? "...I don't like being surprised." Adding a nervous chuckle, his tail that was low twitched nervously.


"we're all young and naive still"
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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 3

posts: 248

post log:

Claerie

Stardust: 825✪
#8
ocean eyes...

He did his best to carefully place the herbs upon leaf. At times he felt as though he was far too clumsy to succeed in such a dainty task. The flowers were so delicate between his teeth and bitter juices occasionally traced his tongue. Despite a slight grimace on his lips and the strain of concentration furrowing his brow, Cailan was dutiful in his task. He was far slower than Monroe and, by the end, the golden wolf had gathered more herbs in far better shape. Nonetheless, what Cailan had achieved was salvageable for medicine... or practice at least.

Monroe's apology came after the stilted conversation and, honestly, Cailan was surprised. Dark ears twitched and blue eyes widened.

"...I don't like being surprised."

A smile tugged at Cailan's lips and, if allowed, h e would bump his shoulder against the yearling's. "Nah, it was my fault. I'm sorry." His tail wagged idly at his back and he glanced down at the neatly collected plants. While he could not tell what each little plant did, he was utterly impressed by the boy's meticulous craft. "What you do takes hard work." Cailan did not know much about healing. If Monroe was willing to put the time and effort into the art, then the Immortalis could only applaud him.

"I'll walk you back and make sure nothing else startles you," the guard offered. "As an apology for earlier."

If allowed, he'd happily walk alongside the Astarian until the vista was in sight.

[ Exit Cailan ]


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