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#1

Although things seemed to be looking up for the Outlaws; Triss couldn't help but feel down. Jonah had gone, Eliza with him. It had been a few moons now since they last saw each other. Usually, that was typical; Jonah was not one to stay in Camp and tell stories, no. His heart lay in the wilderness. But he always left saying where he'd be. A warning. But this time... nothing. She had searched all of damn Hiá for him. Trecked through Mountains, waded deep in snow. Nothing. Not even a sign. Not even a whisper. Nothing. She had to put the past behind her, now. And move on. She goddamn tried. For the most part, it worked. She focused on settling down Camp. Focused on being the Leader the Outlaws needed. But in moments alone, the facade would crack and the anger and sadness would creep in.

Today, was not one of those days. She had found a new home. Spirits had been uplifted. Morale with the others in turn lifted her out of the darkness. Made her feel like she was doing something right. Now was the time to cause chaos. Now was the time to let Cyrileth know who they were.

With a confident stride in her step, Triss marched on. Determined to find somehting someone worth messing with. Soon, she would have to meet up with Tennessee and see what he had found out. Sure, there must be some ripe opportunity in the South...




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The scent of pine was not comforting to Phaedra. She drifted through the trees like a golden ghost, a slightly haunted expression on her face. She did not like this new place -- wherever she was. It wasn't home. She didn't belong here, but she also didn't belong anywhere. If she went home, she would be killed. If she stayed here, she might be killed too. She didn't know anything or anyone; she was a sitting duck for someone who decided she was worth looking at. Phaedra had never been skeptical of the world around her before, and it had almost gotten her killed, blood spilled on a white altar prepared by her own family. She was the product of betrayal and shock; she was a living goddess who had run from her family to save herself. What did that make her?

Alone. That's what it made her. But she was happy to keep it that way, for now. She knew she could trust herself. She knew she could find her way. She was confident that she could do this, even though she had never done it before, and even though the very thought sent her stomach into tight knots. She could do it. So she walked through the forest, hoping she might find something to eat. The surroundings were eerily silent, as if lying in wait. Phaedra scented the air but found no prey. Instead, she found someone coming closer, and she stopped quite abruptly, trying to decide what to do in the span of seconds. But then they were upon each other, she and this other woman who was a complete stranger.

Phaedra stood where she was, feeling very young and small compared to the larger, older woman. Green eyes found pink and Phaedra tried to organize her thoughts. What should she do? What should she say? She operated on instinct and offered a hesitant smile, though it did not reach her eyes. "Hello." She glanced around, but saw no one else besides the two of them. At least the stranger was a woman. Phaedra had been largely isolated with women in her kingdom, growing up as a living goddess with the priestesses. She felt less threatened by women, and she tried to still her heart and remind herself that not everyone was an enemy, and that she was also strong. She knew she was strong. So she squared her shoulders and added, "Do you live around here?" She paused. "I -- I don't." This might be obvious, but she said it anyway.



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Outlaws

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#3

The Sun rose high, so bright and bold against the cloudless, endless blue expanse that was the sky. Yet, even though there was still a chill in the air; the warmth of the sun beating down upon her showed signs of Spring. Slowly, life began to wake; Cyrileth seemed more alive somehow, with this rise of the sun. Triss adored to bask in the sun, to feel the tendrils of warm heat wash over her. It reminded her of home.

Yet she was no longer home. Cyrileth was her playground, now.

Soon, she was not alone with her thoughts. A younger wolf came into view; bright eyes wide and a soft smile that suggested purity and innocence. "Hello." Well this wasn't unfortunate; those that seemed this way were easy to manipulate. Easy to get information out of. "Greetin's'" Her thick accent rumbled off her tongue. Surveying the light-golden girl, she reminded her a lot of Eliza... so sweet, yet somehow managed to hold her own in a gang of miss-fits. Do you live around here? I -- I don't." Ears flickered and a smile dared twitch upon her light maw. "Well, that much is clear, Miss." Whether she gave her own name or not; Triss would still try and gain some knowledge out of this meeting. "But yes. I do live here." Well, camp was in the works.

Yet those eyes seemed so wide; like a deer caught in headlights. Triss almost felt sorry for the girl--well--almost. "You've come to a bad place, though. You better keep your wits about 'ya. "Now, Triss didn't care for what would happen to the girl, no. It was more about whether she could defend herself. What lay beneath that perfect complexion.


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"greetin's'" The other wolf's voice had a startling accent, thick as honey rolling off of her tongue. It made her seem more...colloquial, almost. Not as threatening. But Phaedra was not one to drop her guard down so quickly. "well, that much is clear, miss." Her ears flicked in embarrassment. She was being obvious. Obvious could be dangerous. She took a breath. "but yes. i do live here." Yes, this much was also obvious. The woman had a confidence about her that meant she knew this place quite well.

Phaedra didn't have that confidence, and it was probably plainly apparent on her face and in her body language. "you've come to a bad place, though. you better keep your wits about 'ya. " Phaedra recognized a warning -- or was it a challenge? -- buried in the woman's voice. She felt a flash of discontent. "Yes," she murmured almost irritably, almost as if to herself, "everyone keeps saying that." This place was bad, but where she had come from was worse. She could handle whatever was here. Nothing could outstrip the horror of realizing your own family wanted you dead. She felt a little bit of bravery coming back into her heart. She felt a little more like herself. "My name is Phaedra," she said more audibly.

She glanced around them. "I've been here for a little while. Cyrileth." She'd found out the name through her travels, and it still tasted strangely on her tongue. She was still learning how to live here, of course, and she didn't know everything yet. But maybe this woman, so comfortable here, might be able to tell her something useful. Maybe Phaedra could learn a bit more about where she'd ended up.



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Outlaws

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Raven

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#5

She seemed almost frail. Quiet and scared. Much like how Damietta had seemed when they first met; running away with the rabbit and never to be seen again. Much like Eliza, how she had found her broken... and now she was gone. So perhaps it was sympathy that played a part in the meeting here. Or perhaps it was the kindness Triss found in the woman's green gaze, well, the hidden kindness that lay beneath.

But it was true, Cyrileth had a reputation. A bad one. A land plagued by gods that ruled not benevolently, but violently. Ruined the lives of the natives shackled in chains. Thieves, Murderers and wicked fools played their hands here and traded in the dark. It was a paradise here for a woman like Triss but.... "Yes," Irritably, the woman whispered her reply. "everyone keeps saying that." A soft hum of recognition rumbled from her pale jaws. "Then listen." It was clear that she did not take others' warnings. That type of thinking Triss could not take away, there was a thin line between being foolish and being brave. Both could cost her her life, if she was not careful.

"My name is Phaedra," A name to attach her expression to. "Triss,"
Her rosy crown dipped ever so slightly downwards.
"Pleasure to meet 'ya."Oh she was a thief, some would say with no morals. But she had manners when needed. Most of the time. "I've been here for a little while. Cyrileth." Ah, she was fishing for information. Her ghostly gaze narrowed, allowing herself to sit down slowly. A small sigh, rolled though her pink-kissed nostrils. "Mm? And... what have you learnt in your time here, Miss Phaedra?" Did she really think information would be given so easily? And with no cost or reward. Well, it was clear that she had much to learn. This was a silent test. What would her answer be?



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"then listen." Phaedra blinked, surprise momentarily filtering across her wide green eyes. The next second, however, that surprise had faded into something harder. Triss was this woman's name, and Phaedra felt an inkling of distrust swirl around her insides. She did not like to be reprimanded, especially by someone she didn't know. She wasn't a child. She had almost been killed, after all. She was here on her own, sure, but she was not stupid. She'd survived this long, despite her family's very determined attempts for her not to. Triss' short rebuke was distasteful to the girl, who was finding it difficult to find friends in this foreign place. Maybe she didn't need them. Maybe this was a sign she should stay on her own for a while. Or maybe she was just being dramatic. She stayed where she was, warily testing the waters.

"mm? and... what have you learnt in your time here, miss phaedra?" Phaedra was quiet for a moment. "That everywhere's the same," she said after a moment, her voice flat with dull realization. "Here or back home." She was alone; she couldn't trust anyone. She thought this place might be the answer to her prayers, that it might give her some type of relief, some type of new beginning. But while she'd met some nice wolves, she'd also met some nasty ones, and one or two that had shifty eyes. This Triss was blunt, and not very forthcoming. She spoke nicely, but Phaedra felt like her words were daggers, and Phaedra needed to figure out how to grab the blade or the handle. "Nobody says what they mean," she finished. Her family had lied to her her whole life, and now, she had a feeling she was being lied to now. Or, if not really lied to, then...strung along. Something. Triss' eyes were too keen.

"Are you in a pack?" she asked after a moment. "I met some wolves from one called Astaria Haven..." Dove and Arios had been kind, and Dove's eyes had not been sharp as an eagle's. Phaedra could not help but judge quickly. She knew she was vulnerable, and she did not want to be vulnerable ever again. Triss' scent was not exactly that of a loner, but not exactly as strong as a pack. It was some weird, in-between smell that Phaedra didn't know. It would make sense of Triss was a part of a pack though, or even its leader. She had a dominant air about her, an all-knowing air. Phaedra felt like Triss had all the secrets in the world, but had bundled them up and had hoisted them out of Phaedra's reach, just low enough to be a temptation. Perhaps she was indeed too quick to judge, but last time she'd fallen into complacency, she'd almost been killed.



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Outlaws

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age: 4

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post log:
Wild 'n free

Raven

Stardust: 410✪
#7

Triss almost felt a pang of sympathy for the cream-colored girl. She could see the hurt within her foresty gaze, the walls she quickly put up when she was reprimanded... she reminded Triss of a younger version of herself-prettier, less rough around the edges. "That everywhere's the same," The coldness within her tone made it clear that Phaedra was dissapointed with her realization. "Here or back home. . Nobody says what they mean," A glint of a smile came from stained canines that curled her lips upwards. "Exactly right. Hm.." Her head tilted to the right ever so slightly, ghostly gaze narrowing. "This is your new home now, Miss. Keep thinkin' like that 'n you'll be fine." Better than thinking that everyone was your friend-where had that gotten her?

Idly, her pale tongue flickered over her drying lips as Phaedra pressed on further. "Are you in a pack?" Ears flickered at that statement, a more coy smirk graced her mottled features. "I met some wolves from one called Astaria Haven..." Perfect. The token had been given unknowingly, now-finally Triss was getting somewhere! "Ya' could say I lead a... pack. Though we don't consider ourselves normal. " Triss studied Phaedra's reaction closely and would happily tell her more, if asked. "Astaria Haven.. huh. Bit of a mouthful." A small chuckle rasped from her ivory-stained chest. "Where is this...Haven?" Even the thought of someone naming their pack a "haven" pah! Haven did not exist. Nor did hell. Once your time was up-that was it. Dead to the world and everything with it. It nausiated Triss to think some would spend their entire lives dreaming of a better afterlife, to please nothing and gain nothing in return... that was why she lived this way-free and without rules to shackle her down. Chains would never hold her.


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"exactly right. hm.." Phaedra frowned a little at Triss' approval of her words. She had said them in sadness, and then to hear them affirmed so readily made her feel almost sadder. But she knew she was right. Nobody said what they meant. Everyone had hidden agendas and furtive intentions. How did you know when someone was being real and honest with you? How did you know when you were being played? Phaedra was young, and she did not know these things yet. Maybe she never would. After all, she had thought her family had loved her, and they had been preparing her stealthily for the slaughter. She clearly wasn't an amazing judge of character. The irony of this welled up in her bosom, but she kept it in control. "this is your new home now, miss. keep thinkin' like that 'n you'll be fine." This was a little comforting, though not much.

"ya' could say i lead a... pack. though we don't consider ourselves normal." This was a mysterious statement. "What do you mean?" she asked. She couldn't help her curiosity. She knew nothing about Cyrileth, and knowing there were packs and structures here comforted her. Her homeland had been a vast kingdom, one with order and tradition. She missed that from her loner lifestyle, but she was in no hurry to join something else soon, especially with how she had been betrayed the first time. "astaria haven.. huh. bit of a mouthful." Phaedra smiled a little. Maybe Triss wasn't all bad. They had gotten over the awkward first hump, and the conversation was flowing a bit more smoothly now. At the very least, they were both in agreement that nobody could be trusted, and this was a start.

"where is this...haven?" Phaedra shook her head. "I don't know it's name, but it was a...high, rocky place, like a cliff or something." She had met Dove and Arios along a row of rocks, a tunnel leading underneath to something beyond that had looked very much like a precipice. "Sorry," she added. She was unable to offer any more. "I don't know much about Cyrileth...or anything, really. I hardly even know it's name." She forgot where she had learned of it, but that was as much as she knew about her new home. Her lack of knowledge was glaring in this moment.



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Outlaws

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Raven

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#9

Ah, she was prone to orphans. Those that did not belong. Those that had been cast out and away. At first, her merry little band had been more about family. Just gathering those that she saw fit to shelter with. To share her days with. But with time, Triss began to realize that she needed to extend her arms and welcome outcasts and miss-fits alike. Since then, she had judged those that wished to join her with caution... but if they proved genuine enough, then how could she refuse? It would be against her very soul beliefs and very hypocritical.

"What do you mean?" Ah the bait was teased. Phaedra was testing the waters, dipping her paws at the very shallow end. "I welcome those that do not belong. I give them shelter and a home... but we are miss-fits 'n freaks. Outcast 'n feral. Nomads; free to explore. We take what is ours, when we want it. We live by no rules... apart from one. Family-our family-comes first."A glint of a toothy grin peeled her dry lips backwards. Miss Pahedra seemed the kind of sort that needed rescuing. But it would not be that easy.

"I don't know it's name, but it was a...high, rocky place, like a cliff or something." A small nod. That was it-the information she needed. Surely, she would be able to find such a place... or perhaps Tenn had already found it. Cogs churned silently as she continued to listen. "I don't know much about Cyrileth...or anything, really. I hardly even know it's name." A small, dismissive huff flared through pink-kissed nostrils. "We all have 'ta start somewhere, Miss." She added, with a wink.


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"i welcome those that do not belong. i give them shelter and a home... but we are miss-fits 'n freaks. outcast 'n feral. nomads; free to explore. we take what is ours, when we want it. we live by no rules... apart from one. family-our family-comes first." Phaedra's green eyes were locked on Triss' face as she explained the nuances of a pack that Phaedra could scarcely believe existed. It was so radically different from where she had come from that she could hardly comprehend that such a thing could exist, let alone that it could exist so close to her. A pack without rules? A pack of outcasts? The very notion was inconceivable. Her homeland had been a well-oiled machine, a strict and determined cog-work of tradition and hierarchy and structure. The rules had been the code by which she had lived her life; it had been the code that had almost taken her life. To have such complete and utter freedom was jarring to her. She had never considered it. Even now, alone, she still felt bound by the traditional notions she had grown up with.

Triss smiled, but Phaedra did not return it. Her eyes were almost troubled now with this new information. It was appealing -- a place to go that wouldn't judge her. A family again. But she didn't trust it, not yet. She didn't trust anyone. She knew she could survive on her own now, and even though it was hard, she didn't want to toss her lot in with just anyone anymore. Triss seemed kinder now, but still...wolves didn't say what the meant. Phaedra felt a little tug of caution inside her. "What is it called?" she asked after a moment. "Do you live here?" Triss had said earlier she lived here, but Phaedra didn't know if "here" was this forest, or Cyrileth in general.

She explained what little she knew of Cyrileth. "we all have 'ta start somewhere, miss." Phaedra's gaze grew more solemn, uncharacteristic for her but appropriate for this situation. She took a deep breath and shuffled her paws almost absentmindedly. "I guess so." She glanced away to the trees. "Why is this a bad place?" she asked suddenly. Everyone kept telling her that, but nobody told her why. She had met some weird wolves, but none that were...bad. She didn't know what she qualified as bad, though. She was still so new to the world.



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