The Bonds We Have Forged (VERSION 2), Chapter 1
Title: The Bonds We Have Forged (VERSION 2)
Chapter Title: Chapter 1--Eyes of the Gallian Beast
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: No Beta
Rating: SFW (for now)
Word Count: 1,724 (for this chapter)
Pairings: Vincent Valentine/Cid Highwind (Valenwind), TBA
Genre: Uh...Supernatural, Scifi, General....urm, what else...?
Warnings: Character Death/Mentions of Character Death, Renamed/Totally Changed Characters, OOC/Incident-Behavior Changes, Multiple Animes, Random Created-By-Kazi-kun Plot, Profanity/Drinking/Smoking, Somewhat Minor Character Abuse, Transplanted Characters, Book/Anime/Video Game Combination...
Disclaimer: I Own What You Don't Recognize--or rather I own nothing published b the respective owners of these works, this is purely for entertainment purposes; and the Medications (unless asterisked, and what few will be mentioned) are NOT real, only ones I created. I will asterisk the real medications, should I choose to use real ones, and I'll put list them at the end of the chapter. ^^
Summary: (Begins just after "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix")...That scent grows stronger as the second oldest nears another darkened house, a small bundle on the front step. His interest and concern is piqued at the wisps of a soul so terribly young, and death mingling with that cloying scent. The second oldest crouched on the stoop, gently taking a paper thing from the bundle as he prowled closer, gently sniffing the infant pup left in the cold with a single covering for warmth. The abandonment tears at him, refuses to let him just turn and leave the pup behind...
"The Bonds We Have Forged"
(Version 2)
Chapter 1:
"Eyes of the Gallian Beast"
Pups shouldn’t be wandering around, breaching the shadows and straying so far from the den. He kept after them, trying to coax them back through shadows, back to the den but they wouldn’t have it, wouldn’t stop going forward into this lit suburbia. He felt his hackles raise, unease growing at the sharp, musty scent that cloyed at his sinus, clung to his tongue with every breath.
A dog barks at them from the other side of the fence of a darkened house, earning a low dark growl for the spooked pup now edged behind a forelimb. The youngest sleeps undisturbed on the eldest’s back, in different to the barking, indifferent to even the chill of the late autumn night. The second oldest leads the way, following some sound he cannot hear but when she pauses and looks back, he finds it hard to snatch at her coverings to forcibly carry her back to the den and agrees to follow for just a short while longer.
That scent grows stronger as the second oldest nears another darkened house, a small bundle on the front step. His interest and concern is piqued at the wisps of a soul so terribly young, and death mingling with that cloying scent. The second oldest crouched on the stoop, gently taking a paper thing from the bundle as he prowled closer, gently sniffing the infant pup left in the cold with a single covering for warmth.
The abandonment tears at him, refuses to let him just turn and leave the pup behind.
It’s with careful delicacy his teeth closes on the wrapped covering and he lifts the bundled pup from the cold step. He turned and his pups return the way they came, sinking back into the shadows ahead of him.
Their den is warm and welcoming as soon as they return. The eldest lays down his brothers near the fire, the second oldest placing the paper thing on a table before laying down in the nest of pillows and blankets had had made for them when darkness began to fall. He lays the infant pup near them and lays down beside them himself. The infant pup hummed in its sleep as he encircles the infant pup in his forelegs. He rests his head beside the small pup and closes his eyes as a pleasant thought drifts across his tired mind.
His small pack has grown by one.
8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8
There were more pups these days, he warmly noted, as he nudged the nest back together on a side to make sure none of his pups or his oldest’s pups became cold from the floor or from the air. He snuffled each pup to make sure they were all there, even if he had to invade the space of one’s cocoon ball and another lightly shocked the end of his nose…ah, he was missing two of them, his newly returned oldest and his youngest.
It was easy enough to find them, both asleep on his oldest’s bed, papers spilling to the floor from the oldest’s lap and a thick book open in the lap of the youngest. The only light in the room being a bedside lamp and the soft glow of a lovely figure made of crystal. The figure’s hair spilled down the right shoulder while a large wing followed by a smaller twin, curved from behind her left shoulder. Her legs were slightly bent with her hands near her heart, appearing as if she were praying. The streamers of crystal swirled close and around her person, acting as though crystallized currents of air, miraculously managing to protect her dignity at the same time. And the crystal structure behind her, was almost shaped in a ring, like a halo or a radiance to mark this figure of some importance.
He gently presses his forehead to the curve of the wings before pulling away to tend to his wayward pups. His youngest read to this figure every night, going late into the night if left uninterrupted for sleep. His oldest had been filling out paperwork, the text just gibberish to his eyes honed for hunting and bloodshed…and now, for the pups’ safety. All the same, he is careful of the paper as he stepped closer to lick his oldest’s cheek, earning a soft groan and a gentle push of his muzzle that he went with.
His oldest blinked as he wiped his cheek, looking tiredly at him over the tops of glasses. “…Father…must’ve fallen asleep. I apologize.”
He pulls back just as carefully, not minding the muttered curse at the spilled papers. He leaves his oldest to their collection and safety as he moved back to his youngest and gently nudged his nose under the sleeping pup’s chin, lightly jostling his head upwards.
“…mm…” An owlish blink is his reward when he pulls back. “…right…”
The pup marks his place then closes the book, setting it aside before standing and stretching towards the ceiling. He sees his pup lower his arms, his eyes on the figure, and he can taste the worry and longing coming off his pup. A soft rumble is enough to get the pup’s attention.
“Come, little brother.” The oldest put a hand on the youngest’s head. “It’ll be warmer in the den with the others.”
“…how is she?” The youngest asks as he turned from the darkened room to lead them back to the nest.
“Still piecing herself back together…but better than she was.” His oldest assured as they followed. “Fang’s with her. She’s in good hands.”
“Fang, Lightning, Serah…I’m surprised it’s taken all three to reach her.” His youngest murmured with a sigh. “…she’ll come back soon, right?”
“These things take time, Cassius. Father, for all his strengths, still had a length recovery before him after his own heart was broken.” His oldest replied. “We are only as strong as we are fragile. No matter what power we gain, we all still have our vulnerabilities. Aisea is no different.”
“…she keeps going places I can’t follow.” His youngest grumbled, earning a chuckle from the eldest.
“Each of us have our own trials and paths our journeys take us. It’s impossible to travel the same paths, experience the same trials for we all perceive things differently. This is one path she must walk with someone else at her side.” His oldest soothed as they reached the den and he stood aside to let them enter the warm room first. “She’ll be back and you’ll be tailing after her again soon enough, Puppy-Love-chan.”
“That’s not funny, Seph.” His youngest growled under his breath as he closed the door to trap the heat. He nudged the youngest’s back lightly, earning a sigh. “I know, I know-I need my rest, even if my brother’s being a dick.”
“Big brother’s privilege.” The oldest whispered as he settled in between one of his own pups and the second oldest.
The youngest took the space between the cocoon ball and the middle pup. He settles himself in a large space of the nest between the pups and the closed double doors as the middle pup draws the youngest closer to soothe the bad mood the oldest’s teasing had caused. He pulls a blanket over one of his oldest’s pups’ shoulders (this pup smelling of gun oil, gunmetal and gunpowder, much like the middle pup and Host’s own possessions) before allowing himself to drift to sleep.
8-8-8-8
He returns very late, his oldest away for some purpose requiring his strength and his second oldest remained to look after the pups. That One is the only reason he was able to return home, even as late as it undoubtedly was-too late to build up a nest, burn a fire and gather the pups. It wouldn’t do to wake them now…he would just have to settle for checking on them tonight.
His oldest’s three pups are safely asleep, the oldest of the three only groggily cracking an eye as his blankets are fixed, before going back to sleep. His middle and second youngest are safe in their beds, the middle pup’s arm hanging off his bed and stirring the shadows before he gently puts it back on the pup’s stomach, the pup rolling over when even so lightly disturbed. His second oldest has her back to the door, her covers kicked off to her calves but easily fixed with a careful nip of sharp teeth. And…the soft glow from his oldest’s room was brighter than it had been...best insure there was no danger.
He was in time for the glow to brighten further and disappear, nearly blinding him but the soft jingle of possessions and rush of cloth on carpet was enough to alert him to a new presence. He no longer sees the figure but a pup no older than his youngest rising from a crouch and standing upright, a colorless glow at her right hip fading. She opens her eyes, their glowing depths spike amber minutely before she looks at him, meets his gaze through the darkness.
He knows she is no longer as she was but the mournful aura had dissipated enough to not overwhelm that soft water-laden scent of hers, as he assures himself that she is truly all right. He hears her smile softly and feels her lips just above his eyes to sooth his concern. She pulled away and slipped past him, he following to see where she would go.
She went to the room shared by his youngest pup and his oldest’s youngest, setting the source of the soft jingling on a chair by the door. He stayed by the door as she laid on the bed behind his youngest in a spill of skirts, the pup’s covers spilled to the floor, and held him to her, her face buried between his shoulder blades. He merely checks on his oldest’s youngest before fixing the covers of his youngest, making sure both pups are covered. He gently nips her shoulder in chiding for making his pup worry and the soft scrape of his teeth on a substance just as hard, tells him that she is fully aware of her unintentional emotional crime.
He goes to his own room and curls up on his bed, falling asleep with the assurance all in his care, were safe and sound.
Chapter Title: Chapter 1--Eyes of the Gallian Beast
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: No Beta
Rating: SFW (for now)
Word Count: 1,724 (for this chapter)
Pairings: Vincent Valentine/Cid Highwind (Valenwind), TBA
Genre: Uh...Supernatural, Scifi, General....urm, what else...?
Warnings: Character Death/Mentions of Character Death, Renamed/Totally Changed Characters, OOC/Incident-Behavior Changes, Multiple Animes, Random Created-By-Kazi-kun Plot, Profanity/Drinking/Smoking, Somewhat Minor Character Abuse, Transplanted Characters, Book/Anime/Video Game Combination...
Disclaimer: I Own What You Don't Recognize--or rather I own nothing published b the respective owners of these works, this is purely for entertainment purposes; and the Medications (unless asterisked, and what few will be mentioned) are NOT real, only ones I created. I will asterisk the real medications, should I choose to use real ones, and I'll put list them at the end of the chapter. ^^
Summary: (Begins just after "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix")...That scent grows stronger as the second oldest nears another darkened house, a small bundle on the front step. His interest and concern is piqued at the wisps of a soul so terribly young, and death mingling with that cloying scent. The second oldest crouched on the stoop, gently taking a paper thing from the bundle as he prowled closer, gently sniffing the infant pup left in the cold with a single covering for warmth. The abandonment tears at him, refuses to let him just turn and leave the pup behind...
"The Bonds We Have Forged"
(Version 2)
Chapter 1:
"Eyes of the Gallian Beast"
Pups shouldn’t be wandering around, breaching the shadows and straying so far from the den. He kept after them, trying to coax them back through shadows, back to the den but they wouldn’t have it, wouldn’t stop going forward into this lit suburbia. He felt his hackles raise, unease growing at the sharp, musty scent that cloyed at his sinus, clung to his tongue with every breath.
A dog barks at them from the other side of the fence of a darkened house, earning a low dark growl for the spooked pup now edged behind a forelimb. The youngest sleeps undisturbed on the eldest’s back, in different to the barking, indifferent to even the chill of the late autumn night. The second oldest leads the way, following some sound he cannot hear but when she pauses and looks back, he finds it hard to snatch at her coverings to forcibly carry her back to the den and agrees to follow for just a short while longer.
That scent grows stronger as the second oldest nears another darkened house, a small bundle on the front step. His interest and concern is piqued at the wisps of a soul so terribly young, and death mingling with that cloying scent. The second oldest crouched on the stoop, gently taking a paper thing from the bundle as he prowled closer, gently sniffing the infant pup left in the cold with a single covering for warmth.
The abandonment tears at him, refuses to let him just turn and leave the pup behind.
It’s with careful delicacy his teeth closes on the wrapped covering and he lifts the bundled pup from the cold step. He turned and his pups return the way they came, sinking back into the shadows ahead of him.
Their den is warm and welcoming as soon as they return. The eldest lays down his brothers near the fire, the second oldest placing the paper thing on a table before laying down in the nest of pillows and blankets had had made for them when darkness began to fall. He lays the infant pup near them and lays down beside them himself. The infant pup hummed in its sleep as he encircles the infant pup in his forelegs. He rests his head beside the small pup and closes his eyes as a pleasant thought drifts across his tired mind.
His small pack has grown by one.
8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8
There were more pups these days, he warmly noted, as he nudged the nest back together on a side to make sure none of his pups or his oldest’s pups became cold from the floor or from the air. He snuffled each pup to make sure they were all there, even if he had to invade the space of one’s cocoon ball and another lightly shocked the end of his nose…ah, he was missing two of them, his newly returned oldest and his youngest.
It was easy enough to find them, both asleep on his oldest’s bed, papers spilling to the floor from the oldest’s lap and a thick book open in the lap of the youngest. The only light in the room being a bedside lamp and the soft glow of a lovely figure made of crystal. The figure’s hair spilled down the right shoulder while a large wing followed by a smaller twin, curved from behind her left shoulder. Her legs were slightly bent with her hands near her heart, appearing as if she were praying. The streamers of crystal swirled close and around her person, acting as though crystallized currents of air, miraculously managing to protect her dignity at the same time. And the crystal structure behind her, was almost shaped in a ring, like a halo or a radiance to mark this figure of some importance.
He gently presses his forehead to the curve of the wings before pulling away to tend to his wayward pups. His youngest read to this figure every night, going late into the night if left uninterrupted for sleep. His oldest had been filling out paperwork, the text just gibberish to his eyes honed for hunting and bloodshed…and now, for the pups’ safety. All the same, he is careful of the paper as he stepped closer to lick his oldest’s cheek, earning a soft groan and a gentle push of his muzzle that he went with.
His oldest blinked as he wiped his cheek, looking tiredly at him over the tops of glasses. “…Father…must’ve fallen asleep. I apologize.”
He pulls back just as carefully, not minding the muttered curse at the spilled papers. He leaves his oldest to their collection and safety as he moved back to his youngest and gently nudged his nose under the sleeping pup’s chin, lightly jostling his head upwards.
“…mm…” An owlish blink is his reward when he pulls back. “…right…”
The pup marks his place then closes the book, setting it aside before standing and stretching towards the ceiling. He sees his pup lower his arms, his eyes on the figure, and he can taste the worry and longing coming off his pup. A soft rumble is enough to get the pup’s attention.
“Come, little brother.” The oldest put a hand on the youngest’s head. “It’ll be warmer in the den with the others.”
“…how is she?” The youngest asks as he turned from the darkened room to lead them back to the nest.
“Still piecing herself back together…but better than she was.” His oldest assured as they followed. “Fang’s with her. She’s in good hands.”
“Fang, Lightning, Serah…I’m surprised it’s taken all three to reach her.” His youngest murmured with a sigh. “…she’ll come back soon, right?”
“These things take time, Cassius. Father, for all his strengths, still had a length recovery before him after his own heart was broken.” His oldest replied. “We are only as strong as we are fragile. No matter what power we gain, we all still have our vulnerabilities. Aisea is no different.”
“…she keeps going places I can’t follow.” His youngest grumbled, earning a chuckle from the eldest.
“Each of us have our own trials and paths our journeys take us. It’s impossible to travel the same paths, experience the same trials for we all perceive things differently. This is one path she must walk with someone else at her side.” His oldest soothed as they reached the den and he stood aside to let them enter the warm room first. “She’ll be back and you’ll be tailing after her again soon enough, Puppy-Love-chan.”
“That’s not funny, Seph.” His youngest growled under his breath as he closed the door to trap the heat. He nudged the youngest’s back lightly, earning a sigh. “I know, I know-I need my rest, even if my brother’s being a dick.”
“Big brother’s privilege.” The oldest whispered as he settled in between one of his own pups and the second oldest.
The youngest took the space between the cocoon ball and the middle pup. He settles himself in a large space of the nest between the pups and the closed double doors as the middle pup draws the youngest closer to soothe the bad mood the oldest’s teasing had caused. He pulls a blanket over one of his oldest’s pups’ shoulders (this pup smelling of gun oil, gunmetal and gunpowder, much like the middle pup and Host’s own possessions) before allowing himself to drift to sleep.
8-8-8-8
He returns very late, his oldest away for some purpose requiring his strength and his second oldest remained to look after the pups. That One is the only reason he was able to return home, even as late as it undoubtedly was-too late to build up a nest, burn a fire and gather the pups. It wouldn’t do to wake them now…he would just have to settle for checking on them tonight.
His oldest’s three pups are safely asleep, the oldest of the three only groggily cracking an eye as his blankets are fixed, before going back to sleep. His middle and second youngest are safe in their beds, the middle pup’s arm hanging off his bed and stirring the shadows before he gently puts it back on the pup’s stomach, the pup rolling over when even so lightly disturbed. His second oldest has her back to the door, her covers kicked off to her calves but easily fixed with a careful nip of sharp teeth. And…the soft glow from his oldest’s room was brighter than it had been...best insure there was no danger.
He was in time for the glow to brighten further and disappear, nearly blinding him but the soft jingle of possessions and rush of cloth on carpet was enough to alert him to a new presence. He no longer sees the figure but a pup no older than his youngest rising from a crouch and standing upright, a colorless glow at her right hip fading. She opens her eyes, their glowing depths spike amber minutely before she looks at him, meets his gaze through the darkness.
He knows she is no longer as she was but the mournful aura had dissipated enough to not overwhelm that soft water-laden scent of hers, as he assures himself that she is truly all right. He hears her smile softly and feels her lips just above his eyes to sooth his concern. She pulled away and slipped past him, he following to see where she would go.
She went to the room shared by his youngest pup and his oldest’s youngest, setting the source of the soft jingling on a chair by the door. He stayed by the door as she laid on the bed behind his youngest in a spill of skirts, the pup’s covers spilled to the floor, and held him to her, her face buried between his shoulder blades. He merely checks on his oldest’s youngest before fixing the covers of his youngest, making sure both pups are covered. He gently nips her shoulder in chiding for making his pup worry and the soft scrape of his teeth on a substance just as hard, tells him that she is fully aware of her unintentional emotional crime.
He goes to his own room and curls up on his bed, falling asleep with the assurance all in his care, were safe and sound.