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I looked upon the scene before me - upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain - upon the bleak walls upon the vacant eye-like windows - upon a few rank sedges - and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees - with an utter depression of the soul, which I can compare to no earthly sensation… - Edgar Allan Poe * There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy - William Shakespeare * No Man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. - Mary Wollstonecraft * Tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and I are hardly strangers. I can bear the worst. ― Sophocles






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'Kes' Octavia Kestrel
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She had not been expecting the letter. Written in broken english in a familiar chicken-scratch on an ink-spattered page as though the writer had gotten fed up with and broken his writing utensil more then once. To be perfectly honest Kes was rather surprised the paper was semi-intact. She was surprised further that she had answered the summons. Crossing the Russian border had been easy work at night as she rode the wind from the comfort of her hotel across the peaks. It was harder to will herself to approach. It could be a trap. Probably was a trap, but...if it wasn't would she ever forgive herself for not coming?

The answer was no. No she wouldn't forgive herself. Thus she stood her form coalescing before the cabin that lay right where the letter said it would be. There were wolves among the trees, she could smell them, but none dared approach as her boots tread a trail through the grass to the door. She need not knock finding it opened by a woman taller then herself with dark brown hair and her old friend's eyes glaring down at her with a sniff.

"He said you'd come." The woman muttered as though she hadn't really believed it herself as she ushered Kes through the door with a scow and pointed her down the hall.

"He's waiting for you." Was all the Russian woman said as the Sorceress nodded and pushed open the door. Had she been able to breath she would have choked at the sight that lay inside.

Warrin looked as though he had hardly aged a day the only show of the passage of time being the gray in his hair and the slight lines that weathered his eyes. His hands, the hands she had seen hold up rafters, punch down doors, and break a man in two lay still at his side. His great chest and shoulders rising shallowly with each breath made him as imposing a figure in looming death as they had in life. The blanket that covered him from the chest down was soaked with blood, the wet rattle in his lungs a herald of nothing good. The room smelled if sickness and inevitability, but even death could not make the great man appear weak.

Letting the door slide silently closed behind her Kes drifted to the small stool by the bedside as she reached out to take one of his great paws between her own two hands. Hers looked so dainty and pale next to his tanned calloused ones leaving Kes fighting back blood tinted tears at the sight of them.
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'Kes' Octavia Kestrel
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"I thought~" Kes began choking back a sob as she stroked her friends rough knuckles knowing he was listening. "That your kind was supposed to live longer then this." She murmured her grip tightening on Warrin's hand as his chuckle came rumbling and clawing.

"Knew you'd come. Knew...thought for a bit that maybe you not care for old wulf. That you become like others..." He rasped a cough shuddering his form as he opened those pale snow blue eyes to look at her and grinned. She tried so hard then to concentrate on his smile and not the speckles of red on his lips. "But knew. Knew you'd come. Knew you not forget." He mumbled returning the gentle squeeze of her hands with his own.

"Of course I wouldn't forget you. Who could ever forget you? My bomber jacket still smells like wet dog." Kes joked forcing a strained smile down at her friend as she watched his eyes twinkle at the memory.

"Course you not forget. Good memory you. Excellent memory. Scary and annoying memory. Always grateful you never learn cards. Probably count them yes? Win all poor Warrins rations. Have to eat boots." Warrin teased with an easy smile before it suddenly fell away and his eyes became haunted.

"Always hate taste of boots." He mumbled darkly at the thought of how he had survived those cold winters on the run.

"I'd never make you eat your boots Warrin. What would I even do with your rations? You know my kind can't eat that stuff. Besides you were always so proud of your boots." Kes murmured still gripping his hand with one of her own as she lifted her other to smooth a few messy salt and pepper hairs away from the Russian giant's forehead.

"Proud of boots. Wear them now." He spoke wiggling his feet though she could tell the action pained him. "No one say." He groused through the pain. "No one say Warrin not go out with boots on." He finished with a smile, a proud relieved smile not unlike what she would picture upon the face of a viking who knew he would die with his axe in hand.

"Oh Warrin. What happened to you?" Kes whispered a broken sob rising from her chest as she reached for the quilted blanket only for his hand to catch hers his pale eyes pleading.

"No look little one. No look. Want you remember me as am. No look please." He begged, the sound drawing another sob from the Kindred's chest to hear such a proud man begging, but she lowered her hand. Letting it rest at his side she felt him pat it gently.

"Just stay. Stay with Warrin. Talk awhile. Old friends talk. It is good night to talk with old friends."
He mumbled tears pin-pricking his eyes as Kes straightened sensing he wished to change the subject. To hold on to some of the strength and pride he had left.

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'Kes' Octavia Kestrel
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"Your english has improved." Kes murmured earning a broad grin for her words as Warrin bobbed his head in a nod.

"Still rusty, but work hard at yes. You still not speak word of Russian no?" The old wolf asked with a knowing smile as Kes sighed and shook her head a fond quirk of the lips spreading across her own face.

"Well someone ran off before he could teach me." She teased earning a snort of amusement from her friend.

"Must learn before we meet again at gates. Would wish to speak with you in mother tongue. Maybe you will have time to get accent right." Warrin teased and she could see the Russian man trying to picture her with an accent not unlike his own.

"You know most people don't think my kind can get into any sort of afterlife." Kes cautioned not wishing to give her friend false hope.

"No. I vouch. I vouch at hall. No where else take you we take you. Go on many hunts. Talk much about Ta-ah-tics." He spoke shaking his head clearly refusing the idea of any afterlife without his fellow companions.

"I think you mean Tactics Warrin." She corrected with a gentle smile.

"Know what I said." He quipped bruskly, but good naturedly. Smiling at her friend Kes look about and frowned.

"Warrin...why am I in here alone with you? What about your family or pack or whatever?" Kes questioned worried for her friend as she watched him cough once more. Grabbing a small pitcher of water by his bed she poured him a glass holding it to his lips so he could drink before setting it aside.

"Not worry little one. Warrin have many pups and grandpups and maybe soon great grand-pups. They not wish to see me like this nor I wish them to. You not care about appearance." Warrin murmured gazing at his friend fondly.

"They are young. No patience to listen to tales of war from old veteran. Better to move on as time marches on. Land heals, people heal, world forget. You not forget. You remember and you watch. You fight good fight. Not forget face of evil. You not grow old..." Warrin whispered his voice weakening as he pinned her with his pale gaze.
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