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 Naturally as New/Soon to Be Parents and Wolves tend to do they'd been busy prepping/Nesting in various stages for their Den and their little ones arrival in various ways. As it got closer Aal seemed to swing between Anxious and well the usual hundred different emotions and thoughts. 

Thus when she was able to do so she kept her eyes and ears out for various folks (or had Dor do so) Usually with baked etc things in tow or least within the flat where she or they could easily summon it..Least in the Nexus. StoryBrooke was another matter entirely. (She sometimes half wondered who was likely to waltz through certain doors there and elsewhere most days anyhow. ) Though worrying about the safety of the realms, it's citizens and those she considered Pack was stressful or bemusing (less then she liked it to be these days) At the best of times. 

She also found herself drawn to certain places more often these days. Be it the woodlands..Or other places and people that reminded her of Home. 

 Normally the pair looked for tamer or more Familiar forests or woodlands for a romp especially round the Full Moon. For a number of reasons. Especially round places where it was likely for them to run into there 'Wilder' cousins so to speak. Be it Weres or otherwise.  But tonight the Heat of Summer and some other primal pull rushing in their blood. Had  they're glowing golden eyes turning toward the place they did not oft if at all go. Least without good reason , or the edge of it at least. Dor was already scenting the air for water ways and the like. 

As the moon started to rise, there was a basket and a bag or two packed. 

Dor couldn't help but smirk as he glances over to see his bride add a little boom box to there supplies. Locking a heated gaze with his as she hits play on the cd part. Softly started to sing along to one of her favored  songs. Before too long she was dancing playfully close (as her currently rounded tummy allowed) and rubbing his arm and back  etc as she circled around him. He leans his head back sloly to playfuly, lowly growl in pleasure. Determined to return the pleasurable feeling in some manner. As she attempted to flit about as best she was able. 

 They both, grin and chuckle warmly, "OOh lovely." Aal states her ears wiggling under the pink hood. "Thank ya kindly. " "Thank you." the both respond in near unison as they gently reach out to take the offered beverages. Aal's nose quivers a little more noticeably excited. Honestly the drink should be like House of Whites' /The Charming's official drink, though many of the citizens enjoyed it too. Especially with the cold weather Maine was known for. 

 If anyone has any comments, suggestions, feedback etc. nudges in the right direction about anything. I'd greatly appreciate it. 
Thanks. 

 

StarGazing; Stars and Stories

 

  ‘I’ve been reading books of Old, The Legends and the Myths.

 Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts. ’

  -Something Just Like This.

 by Coldplay, The Chainsmokers.

 

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Metamorphios, transformation was a constant theme, a universeal one in both stories and as a fact of life in this and other realms.

 

 

Aries, the Ram for instance had shaped the lives of a brother and sister before in one form and others after for generations.

 

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 The pet ram of Zeus had saved them from their evil step mother, but as they flew over the ocean his sister lost her life to the spot that would bear her name and be the cradle, home and burial plot of many a legendary hero and craven villian. The Hellespont

 

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Jason wouldn’t have made it far in his Quest for the Fleece if Medea hadn’t beguiled the serpent who guarded it or betrayed her own royal kin and later brother for them to reach freedom. Though perhaps it might have saved them from the tradey and misery that plaugued them both or perhaps fate would have found a way anyway. It usually does.

 

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She gazed upon the fleece gleaming with stories, could feel it’s histories in her blood and bone, echoing even at touching distance. But she refrained it was not her’s to do with as she pleased. It felt so wrong for it to lay here though amongst the collection of a dark deal making being. Not only because of it’s history for it was a piece of her and others in the forests’ past and legacy. But think of the good it could do..but then wars and the like had been fought over it before. King’s made and fell by it, but it could also save her brother just as it had done years ago. She was willing to pay the price in blood, sweat and tears if she must..Even if she could but borrow it..or use a patch surely that would be enough.

 

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 She let out a breath, checking to be sure she had everything in place. Deerstalker, the complete works , crystals and protective warding. Since times of transaction could be hazardous. She was going to weave a protection charm. 

She closed her eyes and started to chant, lowly as she picked up a violin bow. And suddenly she felt something drawing her, to another place. Her instincts kicked in as she went into the astral plane , the world between realms. She followed a..yes she knew those notes being played but slightly different. As if by another hand. 

She found herself outside, a 221 B ,Bakerstreet.. She wasn't sure if it was in the past of another dimension yet. She looked up toward a curtained window to she a silhouette of the violin player with slicked back hair.

Her ears perked up, at the sound of bells striking the time.  She then caught sight of a familiar shadow near the lower lights in the bushes . Her dark fur floofed out, {Squeaky!} She mentally cheered and dutifully followed the scent and shadow as he moved at a fast pace, before their was a baying of his faithful hound Toby.

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They ended in front of and then inside Big Ben, her tail wagging like mad. Just like one of her favorite movies. But thankfully no sign of.. wait what was that? She thought as she sensed more than saw movement. "Grr ruff. " She snarled and pounced toward it. And as her paws gripped something there was aloud bong near her head. Everything started to vibrate. "Squeaky, run I gots him! GO, !" She cried out even as her head aches fiercely and she was trying to knock the brute out. "NO, YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE , My Squeaky!!" 

And then she was tumbling, through space and time, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes passing her by. "Ow!" She jerked back and let go at the sudden sharp pain and the mass of fur and vileness flew and tumbled towards a floating mirror. 

A flash of light later and she found herself behind, what looked to be a semi familiar sniper in the long grass, she readies a syringe of poppy from her pouch and pounced just before a hansom can rounded a corner she put a gloved hand over the blondes mouth and injected in the nearest ready vein of his neck as they rolled about. With a huff she held fast as he bucked and writhed.

Finally it kicked in and she removed any bullets she could find on him, and for good measure made it so his happy trigger finger would take several weeks to heal. 

She got up and dusted herself off carefully, and padded after the cab, only to find herself surrounded by foggy must. Like that on a Moor, her canine ears went up at a baying sound . She howled back purely on instinct before she could stop herself.

Uh oh, she covered her mouth with her paw. And padded onward quickly.  She sniffs the air, bounding carefully towards the scent when.

"Omph. " 


"begging your pardon.. I aAHHHH" she heard blinking in complete surprise as the fellow ran off how did he get so close without her scenting him. Her ears dropped, as did her shoulders. "Oh, nu don't.. run." She murmurs lowly with a sad whine.

She slumped down onto a nearby rock, degetted feeling. As the fog creept in, and when it cleared.

She found herself in a flat, more modernish. She went instantly on alert there was a tattooed fellow on the ground. He'd been injected with something. She quickly gently turned him on his side. And tenderly checked his breathing, airways and pulse. He mumbled "Watson. " and she didn't dissuade him of the notion. Brushing hair from his forehead and drapping a blanket around him before she was pulled away again, the sight of another dark haired lady rushing in the last she saw.

Then cobblestones, gas light , shadowy arches, and a shadowy specter.. Her eyes glowed green as she pounced upon it claws drawn. Just as the swing of a sword came from a Jude law looking bowler wearing Watson, went by with two thugs before him. She took the shadowy thing with her and dropped kicked it into a dark void. With a snarly hiss.

And then she was tumbling hearing , seeing snippets, a rushing waterfall, various voices saying "run!" Or" the games a foot", or cries of warning, "JOHN! , JOAN! WATSON! HOLMES!" 

 She felt a blast of hot air and a roaring, her paws in motion running, running, had to get there had to save them. No, no not my boys, not them. Don't hurt them no.!

She felt wetness down her muzzle and then face, as she gasped deeply as if she was coming up for air, panting heavily. She looked around wild eyed, she felt something heavy in her left hand. It was a pen shining silver with a diamond shaped crystal on its metal clip. Her brow furls as she tries to catch her breath.  

 She turned the golden, Grecian arrowhead, over and over in her palm and thoughts. Studying it from various angles looking for any inscriptions etc. Besides the ridding sun symbol and laurel wreath crown. Both of which were connected with Apollo, who had been one of her family's patrons & master in the olden days. According to family lore and the research she'd and her great grandparents have collected and done over the years.

Check, certain of her and gran Vivian's abilities could be proof of that or at least. Some sort of favor/ deal made and shown. Though neither of them had met the being personality.

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 In a world of white on white, she sensed before she saw the shape of antlers.

"Sol?" She calls out softly, uncertain and then blinked as she went breathless and speechless in awe. As the great shaggy head turned, revealing not her stag friend but a large and regal, King Stag. Misty breath wafted from his nostrils as he stood still. And then a ear twitched. Before he turned and gracefully started walking unafraid toward another part of the wood she carefully and cautiously followed padding softly as she could.

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Some time later.. She spotted something.. gleaming , there we're Grecian in style, golden type arrow heads. They seemed to resonate with her, and even with her gloves were warm to the touch. Something about them seemed familiar.

She glanced up to see she was beneath a laurel tree. 

More unusual, she didn't always bring things back with her, but one of the arrow heads was in her fist when she did, sunlight dappleing on her check through the curtains.