Stitches [Sazio]

[Freya]

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It had been months since Freya had seen her. Her heart ached and felt like it had been ripped from her chest. She prayed endlessly and any time she received a vision from the God's she tried to find out her whereabouts but to no avail. Her mate was gone, but Freya was lost. She didn't know why she had left- there had been absolutely no forewarning to the occurance. She woke up one morning to her den being empty. At first she figured she had just gone out to hunt, but soon she realized that her mate was gone entirely. She had done circles around Othala's territory, following her scent as best as she could but her emotions got in the way. She screamed her name numerous times only to be answered by silence. Freya tried not to lose hope but it got harder with the more time that passed. Today however was another day and Freya was determined to track her final steps in Othala. Freya couldn't rest unless she knew for a fact what had happened. She needed to know that her mate was safe, even if she no longer wanted to stay in Othala with her. She rose early, the sun still not yet in the sky. Glancing around she made sure to make a quiet exit. No one else was really "aware" of her mate's absence and she didn't want to share the news with Kiva or Eidus. Of course her alphas had every right to know but the wound was still fresh. She wanted to try to pick up the pieces as best she could before confronting them about it.

Her heart raced in her chest, her nose to the ground as she attempted to follow her trail. The scent was stagnant but it was there. She knew how her mate smelled, what her body felt like against her own. This was something that was permanently burned into her brain. She could be blind and would still be able to follow her trail. She moved with precision, searching and ignoring the fact that she was climbing further and further up the mountainside. The last time she had been here was when the ground had shook and shifted beneath her paws. It was one of the most terrifying moments of her life and she could clearly remember the female she had saved. She was a stranger but Freya showed kindness to strangers. And of course she couldn't just let her die. She had pulled her away from the cliff side and hadn't been back here since. It was a strange area for her to be in and she tended to avoid it. She moved forward, her head up for the first time in a long time. It was then that a different scent hit her, one that she hardly knew at all. A'body thare? She called out, her accent thick and prominent as usual. She halted her movements, head held high and ears perked as she waited for them to show themselves.

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notes: here we go c:
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[Sazio]

From this vintage point eyes as cold as the snow that surrounds the brutes chosen boulder, could see all across the valley guarded by towering peaks and wild oceans. Despite their brilliant emerald appearance there was no warmth within their depths, no emotions that could be discerned. That visage was nothing more then a stoic mask set in stone, if it were not for the occasional rush of wind stirring a coat of ebony and alabaster. He had chosen this perch for its solitude and the view. It wasn't the beauty that was before him, rather the likelihood of a sneak attack was diminished greatly.

Even as his senses continuously scanned his surrounding a part of his mind wandered to those of this pack he had met. From the Alphess Kiva, or Aesir as he was told it was called here, was a gentle soul with a love for teasing. The beta or Vanir Rain, who was soul sick at the disappearance of her mate and adopted pup. There was the brother of the twins Yang, who was ruled by his temper but his heart was warm. Then there was Sasha, the Aesir's daughter, awkward with a habit of allowing her mouth to speak before her head thought things through. It would be likely that he would offer her training, to help her grow into the potential he could plainly see that swelled locked within her. The one who lingered the most though was Rain, and the offer he had given her in order for her to begin to heal from the wound left by others. He told himself that it was only to ensure the leaders of the pack remained strong, after all he didn't care about these wolves, right? Growling beneath his breath he mentally shied away from the thought. A cold blooded killer did not have feelings, he merely did what he needed to do in order to complete his mission.

There was movement coming his way that caught his eye, instantly every fiber was focused on the white female with what appeared to be tiger like stripes banded around each ankle. Her nose was stuck to the ground tracking a scent. There were many that criss crossed on these dangerous slopes, though very few wolves ventures this far up. The Aesir and a female wolf who no longer dwelt amid the Othala were predominantly found on the very rock where he lay prone. Still those shards of frozen emeralds watched the other draw closer until at least the winds shifted taking his own unique scent to her seeking nose. When she called out, Sazio would sigh internally, all hope that she would simply pass by had flown away swifter then the summer birds. He would allow that low deep voice, held just barely above a whisper, its freedom as he utters as few of words as possible. "Look up, yûjin."



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[Freya]

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Freya inhaled the air once more, the scent blowing down at her stronger then ever. This stranger was male but he was also a part of Othala. His scent was still unfamiliar to her as she had not met him yet. Look up, yûjin. Freya was intrigued by the last word that he had spoken. She had no idea what that word meant but it was unique. His voice held a different air to it, one that was far different from any others she had listened to. He also was different from her own unique accent but it thrilled her that another wolf was different like herself. And so she did as she was told and glanced upward, her ice blue chasms finally landing on the form of the brute. He was decently sized, his pelt a mixture of black and white and splotches of grey. His eyes however were a stunning bright green. How she had not detected him before was beyond her, she must have been truly engrossed in her task. She did not hesitate and began to pick her way up the cliff side to where he sat. When she finally made it to the top she padded forward and then finally pulled to a halt a few inches away from him. She sat on the ground and then glanced in the direction that he was staring. The view from up here was incredible. You could see out the entire expanse of Othala, and that was when she turned and stared at him. Ye come 'ere often? She asked him, curious to see just how long he had been coming to this particular spot in the territory.

A'm freya. She glanced over at him then, curious of who he was exactly. Whit's yer name? She asked him politely before letting her gaze fall on the whole of Othala. It made her realize then that if he had been sitting up here for some time lately he might have seen her mate. She glanced over and then back out the expanse of land before making eye contact with him again. Hae ye seen a'body thro' 'ere lately? She inquired of him quietly, wondering if he had maybe seen her mate run through here. Her scent had gone cold and now it was becoming apparent that Freya might not ever see her mate again. She didn't want to be depressed, she knew that she had a job to do within the pack and that would always come first, but she just wanted to have a bit of peace of mind. If her mate was out there she wanted to know that she was okay.

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notes: <3
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[Sazio]

With a coat as white as the snow that surround her, Sazio studied the creature who finally lift the crystal clear blue of her gaze to his Rocky perch. That voice was heavily accented, it took him only a scattering of heartbeats to place its origin, Scotland. A land of unique beauty with its rolling hills and itreacherous mountains. To step into their soil was like stepping into the realms of the ancients. Mystic and magic rolled hand in hand freely through that country. Several of their missions had them passing through the remote regions of the isles, and to say the least it was one of the few places Sazio wouldn't have minded lingering. He did not speak, even as she settled a few inches away, instead that spring gaze as cold as the wintery wonderland that lay spread before them. A stoic mask gave not even a fraction of a hint at what lay beyond.

When her voice broke the silence his only real acknowledgement was a single aud twisting in her direction. "No..." Short and simple, he owed no one a clear explanation so he would not provide one unless directly asked. When she gave her name he immediately fit the name with the face. Othala's shaman. "Sazio... konnichiwa Shaman." Again his words were minimal, but then unless the situation called for it he wasn't a brute of many words, instead preferring silence and observation.

It wasn't until she inquired about other presences in this area that the chilling gaze finally returned to her. "Three scents fill this area, a stranger not of this clan who sat with the Adair on this very boulder. There also was a third, who scent you carry, but all three have long been gone from this location." The deep rumble of that whisper touched voice fell silent once again, that heavy cranium twisted away, although that did not mean his attention was not on her. Those shards of frozen emeralds simply scanned the horizon, always watchful before he spoke once more. "You search for someone...important.." It was more of a statement rather then an actual question.



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[Freya]

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No. His words were short, his eyes ruthless and yielding little to no emotions. Freya was familiar with his kind. She had seen plenty of wolves that were cold towards others but she found that those were the ones that needed the most patience and compassion. And so that was what she gave him. She did not push him for answers and instead she let the silence pass between them. She inhaled and exhaled, letting herself relax for the time being. Sazio... konnichiwa Shaman. It was the most she had heard him speak to her yet and she couldn't help but turn and smile broadly at him. His accent was beautiful and his words captivating to the female. Tis nice tae mak yer acquaintance sazio. Her words rolled off of her tongue like warm honey, her accent just as rich as his own. Three scents fill this area, a stranger not of this clan who sat with the Adair on this very boulder. There also was a third, who scent you carry, but all three have long been gone from this location. Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of her mate having been here. She tried not to get hopeful for his words had confirmed that even though she was here she was long gone. Her trail would be impossible to find but at least he had seen her with his own eyes and for now that was good enough for Freya.

You search for someone...important.. Freya sighed before turning her gaze to stare at Sazio. Truthfully she was exhausted and she didn't know if she could look anymore. A'm dane searching. She knew that all chances of finding her loved one were probably pointless. She just wished that she would have left some reason behind. If she was unhappy Freya wanted to know it! She supposed she had been investing a lot of time into the pack but as Shaman she didn't have a choice. It was her job. She was also a mother hen, she was worried about everyone's well being. But that didn't mean that she was purposely being neglectful towards her mate. Apparently her mate hadn't loved her enough to sit down and have a conversation with her. Because if she had Freya would have tried harder, and would have done anything to correct the problem or rift between them that she had created. She wis mah pal.. She left me. She spoke quietly, this time not making eye contact with Sazio. It was a hard pill to swallow and boy did it burn like a bitch.

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notes: poor girl ;/
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[Sazio]

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Silence enveloped the brute as she elaborated upon her greeting, although it did not last long given the question she asked. His reply was somewhat lengthy but gave her the necessary information she sought, or so he surmised considering her reaction. His thoughts turned briefly to the Vanir, she also searched for lost loved ones. For a moment he wondered if the three had not run off together, after all they all seemed to have gone missing around the same time. It would not be the first time he'd seen such happen, but he would not voice such negative thoughts, they would hold no benefit for anyone. Instead he made a statement, though a flicker of surprise touched his visage when she said she was done searching. The emotion was gone so swiftly that it may not have been there at all. "I see..." Came the low whispery murmur, barely auditable.

"Your pal..your mate?" Though it wasn't common it wasn't unheard of to him for same gendered wolves to claim each other as mates. It had happened often in the human world, and although there were those who frowned on such relations, Sazio didn't care either way. It wasn't his cup of tea per say, but he wouldn't begrudge someone else if it was theirs.

That chilling gaze shifted from the scenery that lay before them to the white wolf beside him. It wasn't common that he would engage in a conversation with anyone, yet he had made the effort ever since coming to this island. After all Othala was his new village, and one needed to know those who swelled within ones own home. To know their strengths, their weaknesses, especially in the position he was in. His primary mission was protecting the Aesirs, the Vanirs, and their heirs. But in doing so he also kept an eye on the whole of the pack, to protect one meant to protect them all. Because of this his focus for the timing being was mainly focused on learning all he could of his pack mates. Mending weaknesses, and fortifying the strengths to create an impenetrable safe haven.

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