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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 26

post log:

Lyk

Stardust: 150✪
#1

Alone with you, does that make sense?

Thanks to the increase in guard ranks, they could afford to have some more free time now. Itzal would be content to do his job on a daily basis, but he’d also already gone through learning the necessity of taking the opportunity to rest the hard way. There’s no need to repeat that lesson. So, a day off it is. And of all the ways that he could spend it, only one stood out above the rest. Thus he asked Cailan to accompany him. Especially as he was certain that his friend could use a change of pace after all the time he had to spend taking it easy and recovering at home.

Before he arrived at the spot where they agreed to meet, the white male spent an indeterminate amount of time grooming his fur untill it was all smooth and spotless. Normally he had an ever so slightly disheveled look, as everyday and unassuming as he could only manage. But not today. He wasn’t sure how a preplanned meeting that wasn’t related to their work was so different that it necessiated such preparations, or being nervous to the point where his stomach felt funny, but clearly it somehow was.

Despite how long it took him to get ready, Itzal still arrived early. He wouldn’t dare being late, it would be a huge detriment to the dutiful and reliable impression he was trying to make in Astaria.. and Cailan especially he couldn’t let down. He stopped at the plain where the forest faded, looking into its shaded depth as he waited. He passed through here when he first came to Cyrileth, but surely there was more to see here than he could have noticed back then. Hollowed-out tree hideouts? Hidden groves or springs? Hopefully they’ll find something that will make for a worthy secret to share.

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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 3

posts: 221

post log:

Claerie

Stardust: 675✪
#2


Tempest With Ocean Eyes



"The pine forest, huh..." Cailan's voice was quiet as he glanced around the thickly wooded trail. Gray paws passed over beds of fallen nettles. Pine cones littered the earth and collected heavily amidst broad ferns. Moss hung from brittle branches and, when he glanced up, he witnessed shards of sky amidst the upper canopy. There was a pleasant scent on the air that drew him toward Itzal and the meeting place they'd set.

In truth, the guard had been apprehensive about this location. This was the burial ground of Indrani after all, and the rubble of Adair's perceived betrayal lay at Cailan's feet. It was here that his brother had taken a wife and tried to build an empire. This was whilst knowing of Cailan's life in Astaria. Now, whether it was a matter of the heart or a means of distancing himself, Adair's intent was not worth half as much as the consequences.

Cailan had been abandoned in favor of other pursuits—and that stung.

But, if he was being completely honest, it did not sting as much as he thought it might. Part of the pain had been aggrandized into something larger merely because he had failed to feel enough. After their last few meetings and the time spent apart, Cailan had grown to view the distance between his family members as a crevasse. There was no traversing it.

Oddly, letting go and not caring had begun to ease some of the weight from his shoulders. A new family was being built, and this one had chosen him.

"Itzal!" Blue eyes brightened as Cailan entered the clearing. He was disheveled and roguish as always. A broad smile touched his lips as he padded close. "You're all dolled up," the man remarked, inspecting the immaculate state of Itzal's fur. Cailan took a couple steps to circle his partner, ears perked and gaze appreciative. "You really look the part of the moon thief now!"

"We are all young and naive still."

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Astaria

rank: Guard

gender: Male

age: 2

posts: 26

post log:

Lyk

Stardust: 150✪
#3


You're the sun, I'm just a moon



Of course, Itzal wasn’t aware of the fact that the forest might not have been the best pick. He could be observant when it came to some things, to be sure. Some others flew right over his head. Even with the suspicion that Cailan’s siblings were involved with Indrani, he would never have thought to investigate where the pack came from. Yet blissful ignorance has a tendency to turn out for the best – in this case, the white male could simply focus on trying to make the day an enjoyable one, instead of fretting over things that were beyond his control.

The lively greeting pulled him from his thoughts about the forest. „Cailan, hey!” He managed to turn towards the other and greet him with a bright smile, before his nerves immobilized him completely. Although the black and white guard looked the same as usual, that didn’t make him any less of a sight. In all honesty, even if Cailan was the most average-looking wolf in the entire world instead, when seen through the bright lens of his personality he’d be just as captivating. Itzal wasn’t quite certain when such thoughts made the shift from being quiet whispers of his subconscious to existing in broad daylight, and that caught him off guard. The way Cailan acted only added fuel to the fire – it was one thing to notice his efforts to look good, and something way much more to examine them like that. His cheeks burned so hot that if it were Winter, he was certain they’d be steaming. „Ah, hah.. you’re still on about that?” the white male chuckled as he looked away sheepishly, but his tail was wagging with a life of its own.

Some people back out when put under heavy pressure. Itzal, however, as he would freely admit, didn’t really know when to quit. Staying on the defensive didn’t sit right with him, he just had to try and return the favor. Usually it meant clinging desperately to the first confident response that his mind manages to produce, everything else be damned. „You know, there was this one elder back home that no one really took seriously. He used to say that the moon doesn’t have a light of its own, it only returns what it’s given.” What he probably meant was that fortune or lack of it isn’t determined by a higher power, but something of your own making. Considering the general mentality of wolves in his homeland, it’s no wonder he was ignored. Still, freedom to interpret something as you wish has value of its own. Cailan claimed that Itzal light up his life, but it was for the most part a consequence of his own actions. Alternatively- „And you, Cailan, are always radiant.”

The one downside of acting with confidence was that he always felt awkward after doing so. He looked up. He looked down. He flicked one ear, then the other, counting the passing seconds. And when he could no longer endure, he cleared his throat. „A-anyway. Shall we go?” he suggested hopefully, pointing with his muzzle towards the forest.

code by claerie , image by lyk, wolf photo by Lina T, background by ArristableStock
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