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The Restlessness


Student of Midwifery

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t had been nearly a year since the life of young Willow had been saved by a wolf all in white. When the storm had nearly claimed her, Baelfire had been there to rescue her and Juniper. Now, almost a year on, Juniper was long gone, and Willow was nearly grown up herself. The world was a different place than it had been – less predictable, less friendly, in a way. But still, the girl smiled, even though it was harder lately.

She had not seen the puppy trio much since they were still very small, at their mother and father’s beautiful wedding. But Willow was determined: she wanted to repay her debt to Baelfire, and so she had been happy to volunteer to keep watch over two of them that day. She had spent days thinking up fun activities to keep pups occupied, and was feeling rather confident in her pup-watching capabilities. In her mind, there was no doubt she had this under control.

It was still morning, and there was a coolness in the air that hinted at winter’s closeness. The dark and the cold seemed a welcome change after the heatwave, but Willow knew that it would not be so easy. Her eyes were wide and vigilant as she prepared for her first day on duty, beneath a forest of scarlet and gold. She called out expectantly, "Gwydion! Arran! I'm here!"



@Gwydion @Arran


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04-30-2022, 01:10 PM

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"Weep, little lion man..."
Pupsitter. The word itself tasted sour on the young man’s tongue. The insinuation of it all but curled his lip in revulsion. Swallowing hard he tried to rid himself of the sick feeling it stirred. Although temporarily abated he couldn’t quite shake the deep furrows in his brows. His russet crown seemingly sinking lower above all but squinted emerald optics.

It wasn’t really fair that he and his “baby” brother had to be watched over while Orlaith got to go with mother… again. Of course, it wasn’t that the little lion man wished to be learning alongside mother, rather that he wished to be patrolling with father or to be with no one at all. A deep sigh escaped him at the thought of it.

"Gwydion! Arran!” The yearling’s feminine voice rang out sending a shudder through Arran, bristling his ivory pelt. So too did his audits slowly swivel down and back in annoyance. If only he could hide or melt away or simply disappear like an autumnal leaf on the wind.

“I'm here!" She proclaimed proudly as a strained and strangled whine escaped him. The little lion man all but growling at the announcement. Maybe if he just didn’t respond. Perhaps if he never answered she would go away. Another exasperated sigh because he was quite sure that Gwyd would reply. He’s probably already happily bounding over to greet her.

“How can she even pupsit us if she’s a pup herself?”

Arran grumbled the sentiment to the heavens as his emerald optics rolled skyward in derision. His mood was growing worse by the minute so that he loathed the poor femme before he even saw her again. It wasn’t personal with Willow, she was just the unfortunate physical manifestation of the little lion man’s frustrations.

Life was as unfair as it was boring. He deserved more than this. He needed more than this. This absurd situation with an embarrassing pupsitter! How would he ever come to be a strong, courageous, brave soldier of the Imperial Army, like father, if this was what his life was now? How!?

Suddenly all at once the tension in his brow released, the russet crown lifted to sit comfortably upon his head again, and those emerald eyes opened wide. An idea birthed from his anger, his frustration, his desperation. A mischievous toothy smirk now smeared his maw. Okay, he would play along…

The little lion man pushed himself to his still too big paws and began to pad in the direction of Willow’s voice. He had not seen her since his parents wedding so he was unsure if he could recognize her but he knew her scent, rosemary and sage...
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05-03-2022, 07:43 PM

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Gwydion Kinnaird
"I dunno, but mom and dad said..." he whispered back, ears flicking suspiciously as the girl neared them. It wasn't that he disliked Willow... he just wanted to do things on his own. He was often wandering off and getting into trouble all the time and he couldn't wait for the day that he no longer got into trouble for wandering off. He just wanted to be old enough already that he and his siblings didn't need a sitter. He felt like that time had already come but mom and dad seemed to disagree and insisted on someone watching them all the time. He groaned and followed Arran before growing impatient (like, instantly) and bolting from behind him towards Willow's voice.

It wasn't long before he spotted her, she hadn't been far away, and while his brother was slinking he was already here. He looked back, a smug grin on his face, before looking back to her and then sighing again. "You know, we don't need a sitter." he said matter-o-factly.
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05-25-2022, 03:53 PM

Student of Midwifery

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everal moments had passed before she heard them stirring, and several more before they came into view. The boys had grown so much since she had last seen them – less like those adorable little roly-poly fluffers, and more like the wolves they would grow to be. More surprising, though, was the sour expressions on both brothers’ faces as they came nearer. Willow suppressed as sigh, the lack of enthusiasm to see her palpable.

Young Gwydion broke the silence: "You know, we don't need a sitter." Willow knew better than to argue with the lad, who looked not much at all like his dashing father. She also knew what sort of trouble an almost-yearling could get themselves into. After all, she had been one a year ago, and had nearly died in a blizzard, if it had not been for Baelfire. Hazel eyes turned to Arran, who nearly resembled his sire as his coat was mostly white, but hints of his mother masked his face and limbs. She smiled patiently. ”Oh, I’m not here to sit. I came to spend some time here with you.”

”We can do anything you want – well, not anything, but, you know…” Willow stopped herself from rambling more, looking at one brother, then the other to see if her words had created any semblance of willingness from the boys. ”It could be fun. What do you say?” Her smile was hopeful as she peered down at the younger wolves.



@Arran @Gwydion


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(This post was last modified: 05-27-2022, 03:41 PM by Willow.)
05-27-2022, 03:39 PM

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"Weep, little lion man..."
Arran was oft lost in his thoughts or emotions. For although he had spent the entirety of his short life surrounded by others, he couldn’t help but feel alone. Yet the solitude bothered him naught. He prided himself on his self-proclaimed lone wolf status. It felt the most like he had imagined being a soldier was. Sure, they were one of many but there was a certain type of seclusion for a man of war! He knew because he saw it within his father.

It was these sentiments, that with his brooding attitude, that had the little lion man all but forgetting his brother’s company. Gwyd’s hushed retort almost startled him, yet none would know upon watching the scene unfold. Arran had already long been practicing hiding his fears. Training for the imperial army since the day he understood what it was. It was exactly why this babysitter business was laughable.

Padding towards the sound of Willow’s voice, he so too followed the trail of her scent. The groan of Gwydion following him almost teased a smirk out of the sour son. However, before he could bless his brother with approval in their shared lament, Gwyd did exactly what Arran had first expected, run! The almost smirk was easily replaced with another eye roll as well as derisive snort. Typical.

As the small soldier slunk forward, Arran watched his brother throw a smug smile over his shoulder. For what? Arran was not quite certain thus his russet crown furrowed in confusion. It would not relent as he joined the pair but rather its meaning transformed to one of disdain. Not just for Willow’s presence but Gwyd’s words. How could he act so eager to see her, then dismiss her? He made no sense sometimes.

Arran remained standing, head and brow low, hackles slightly raised, and actively fighting back a lip curl. He did his best to not allow his emerald eyes to be ensnared by her similarly hued ones. Still he caught the soft smile that spread across her features. Predictably she did her best to placate the boys under her care. Spewing some nonsense about wanting to spend time with them. If that were true than why wait so long to visit? Why offer up anything when she knew it to be untrue? Why promise fun when there was none to be had?

The little lion man felt her gaze bounce from himself to his brother. He could still just see out of the corner of his own line of sight, that she kept a smile plastered on her maw. She grinned while feeding them lies. That silver tongue of hers held no power of him though. Perhaps she would fool Gwyd but not he, not Arran.

He caught himself before reacting too quickly. Another thing that the hopeful soldier had been trying to harness control over. The swells of his emotions could occasionally spill out in a most tumultuous manner. One that he always seemed to regret. So now he inhaled deeply, recalling his prior thought process while he had been awaiting her arrival. Play along…

“Sure. We can have some fun.”

The words were simple, direct, albeit almost cold. Arran allowed his heavy russet crown to lift, his hackles to relax, as he finally looked to sweet, naive Willow. A single, toothy smirk tugged at the boy’s maw. He did not look to his brother at all. He did not give any inclination of his next move. Then, all at once his muscles tensed and he took off running into the vast woods of Perth. It was simply an innocent game of chase or hide and seek. At least that's what he would claim when he inevitably was chastised. Sorry Gwyd. Sorry Willow. Sorry Mother. Sorry Father.

I will be a soldier yet!

[Exit Arran]

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09-30-2022, 06:58 PM

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Gwydion Kinnaird
"Okay!" he said with a little laugh in his voice. It could be cool to hang with Willow, but then he looked to his brother who had a glitter of unusual mischief in his green eyes. Gwydion was instantly alert, thinking that maybe he'd get the sign to pull a prank on their old sitter or something, but of course... his brother would think of something a little less fun. He agreed, then charged off into the forest. The itch to chase was too powerful and he looked to Willow with a grin. "You heard him!" he said, before he too blasted off into the forest behind his brother.

Whether Willow gave chase to them or not would be up to her, but he was bound and determined to catch up to Arran.

exit gwydion
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10-15-2022, 01:05 PM

Student of Midwifery

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oung Arran looked as if he were ready to fight an enemy, hackles raised and countenance frustrated. Willow’s dark lips pursed thoughtfully. She remained determined to do her best, for Baelfire, since he had entrusted her with both boys. But thus far, this was not going as well as Willow had imagined. On the contrary, she could feel her confidence dissipating. Still, she would try.

Willow breathed a soft sigh of relief as Arran’s posture seemed to shift, and the child grinned. The young she-wolf returned the smile, believing that he was beginning to change his mind. Maybe she had convinced him, after all. ”We can have a race–” But this was all false hope, and the surprised girl watched in a panic as Arran darted away. ”Wait – no one said go yet! Arran!

And once Arran had taken off, his brother was not far behind. Gwydion dashed away. Those little buggers were fast! ”Arran! Gwydion! Wait–!”

It seemed quite impossible to catch up with the two mischievous boys, though Willow had not stopped trying. Her breath was haggard, tongue lolling from her mouth as she pleaded, though it was unlikely to be heard by the fleeing duo, ”Please, stop.”

What would Baelfire say? What would his wife do when she found out that Willow had lost their sons? Feeling guilty and desperate, the girl kept running into the forest, eyes wide and filled with tears as she went further and further into the dark woods.


[exit Willow]

@Arran @Gwydion



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