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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:09 am
 Kauff refused to admit this had been a mistake, not even to himself. Any minute now, Lier would pop through some magical door in the snow ahead, teasing and chastising him for wandering off and leaving them without anyone to chop and haul logs around. He might have turned back when he'd lost the tent. Should have. He had hoped to reduce the bone deep chill by building a fire, and when he'd returned from gathering kindling, it had been gone. Dragged off. He might have turned back. It was too late now. The wind kicked up, driving thick flakes of falling snow into his eyes. They mingled with the tears he had held in check for so long, freeing them to roll down his cheeks. He batted them away with his bulky, unresponsive hands. Crying was not an option, even if he was going to die.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:20 am
 No one had expected this storm. Yes, the retreating winter had been the coldest on record, or at least the coldest Alek had ever known, but everyone had thought it was as good as over. And now this. An opaque wall of snow was all he could see from the safety of his relatively cozy exhaust pipe, or it had been until a smattering of slightly darker shapes meandered into view, marring its monotonous perfection. Who in their right mind went out in this weather? In a pack, no less? The Ice boy leaned forward, apprehension quickening his heart. If there was one thing he had convinced himself of long ago, it was that his attackers hadn't hailed from his own tribe, but the jeers and shouts of the group below were hauntingly familiar nonetheless. When people banded together they had the potential to do a great deal of good or a great deal of harm, and the direction in which their moral pendulum swung could change with the barest influence. What would happen if they came across someone they didn't like the look of tonight? Would that person suffer the same fate Alek had all those months ago? He couldn't let that happen, even if the thought of doing something about it terrified him. After several slow, cleansing breaths, Alek rose from his comfortable perch, tightened his fur-lined cloak, and started out into the snow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:25 am
 The first thought that crossed his hazy mind when he felt the wriggling against his breastbone was that he was dying. Not of the chill, surprisingly. No, what was killing him was some sort of giant ice worm that had burrowed its way under his coat and was now continuing on through his skin. When he blearily realized it was a restless Rawn, Kauff laughed, both pleased that he wasn't going to die by worm and relieved that his poscuta was still alive. His mirth was frustratingly brief. It seemed he had attracted an audience.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:52 am
 He had already lost them, their footprints obscured as quickly as they had been made. But Alek knew the general direction in which they had headed and he went that way too, silently berating himself for not having found an affinity with something useful like an axe or a sword. It would have been nice if he had brought a light club or a length of wood, but his attention was scattered and his ability to reason even more so. He might have turned back, returned to his own business, but the situation was captivating in its familiarity. With his tendency toward overreaction, this would probably all turn out to be nothing anyway. His stomach bunched with fear as a shout carried over the wind from the void ahead.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 12:21 pm
 "What're you doin', sneakin' round out here?" A rather hysterical giggle pushed its way up from deep in Kauff's chest, only to be swallowed by his snow-caked collar before it could escape. Sneaking? Him? Really? For the briefest of moments he had hoped he might persuade the band of earthlings fanning out around him to help him find his way out of this storm to safety, but somehow he doubted that was to be the case. He felt the tiniest compulsion to try anyway, even as the one who had spoken reached inside his coat and pulled out a sturdy metal tube. Too bad Kauff's mouth had other ideas. "I'm n...not," the prentice stuttered, lips and tongue thick with the cold. He could smell the liquor on the man now, a heady odor that Kauff couldn't help his reaction to. This was not the place nor the time to start itching for a taproom brawl, and yet, he was. "I'm not sneaking anywhere. You're just looking for an excuse to hit someone. To show how tough you are with your shitty little pipe." He turned to glare as best as he could at the others, raising the fist that wasn't bracing Rawn and flexing the stiffness out of it. Unfortunately, his protective gesture only stoked their suspicions. "He's got somethin'," their leader shouted. The men closed in, their proximity alone making Kauff weary. "Take it from him."
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 12:25 pm
 Alek didn't dare break into a run, not even when the shouts grew in number and intensity. The hopeful light in his mind that had wanted everything to be all right flickered and went dark. He was already too late, and he was desperately frightened of what that might mean. Despair gnawed at his gut, but he continued forward with grim determination anyway. If he couldn't prevent or defend, maybe he could still help with the aftermath.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 9:02 am
 He swung back to face the talkative man, using his momentum to put some small measure of force behind his fist. He honestly didn't know why he was trying so hard. This fight was at least eight against one and his freezing limbs were hindering his mobility so thoroughly that he might as well have not been moving at all. His punch connected with his attacker's face at the same time that the pipe met his shoulder and they both staggered away from one another, temporarily stunned. Kauff was grabbed and held by strong hands, his shoulder screaming as it was wrenched behind him. They took hold of his legs as well, but not before he kicked one of them senseless. When the man with the pipe leaned close, Kauff was pleased to see dark blood dribbling from his split lip. Not bad. "Let's see what you got," the man snarled, grabbing the front of Kauff's coat and yanking at the buttons. A few remained attached, but most of them popped off and flew away, disappearing into the snow. Pipe Man frowned. "Are you kidding? You don't even have anythin' on y—" Rawn launched himself from the comfort of Kauff's coat at the Ice man's face, scrabbling and snarling as if his life depended on it, which it likely did. The hands holding the prentice back let him go in shocked unison and he fell forward, sinking up to his elbows in a drift. Running on a steady stream of adrenaline, Kauff rose despite his weakening shoulder and leaped for his attacker again, barely missing the pipe as it swung wildly over his head. He caught the man around the waist, his ear pressed to the other's chest, and as the weapon came into contact with something behind him, Kauff could almost hear the thud of impact. The commotion around them ceased immediately, the other men going eerily silent as Kauff fell forward. The man with the pipe edged out of the way, staring at something else entirely. The prentice might as well have not been there at all. The men moved closer as Kauff rolled onto his back, staring up into the darkened sky. A new voice spoke, one of the others gathered there. "Baenek. What did you do?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 12:11 pm
 The mobs' dim lanterns finally came into view and Alek froze at the sight of them, afraid of being seen in turn. Luckily for him, their attention was elsewhere, focused on the thoroughly unlucky person—man, Alek was fairly sure it was male—they had caught. He wished he was brave enough to cry out and potentially give the captive a chance to retaliate, but it seemed he didn't need any help on that front. A pale creature sprang from the figure's coat and latched onto the face of its master's attacker, providing just enough of a distraction to push the situation past perilous into dangerously chaotic. It happened in a flash: the captive stumbled upright, throwing himself at the Ice man. The pipe was swung... right into a third man's face. There was no cry, only a wide spatter of blood and seven still, silent forms. The remaining six started moving again almost too quickly, their sudden mourning stifled by fear. One of the unarmed men leaned in, perhaps to pose a question, and their leader responded by swinging his pipe.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 12:54 pm
 "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! IT WAS THIS—" The rest of the man's accusatory retort paled in importance when compared to the pipe that drove into Kauff's temple. His vision went white, brighter than the snow hours before under blinding daylight, and he struggled to sit up and fight despite the pain. The second blow didn't hurt quite as badly. He wasn't sure if that was because he hadn't been hit as hard or because he was nearing his end.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 3:05 pm
 Alek needed no vast store of bravery to make the noise he did as the weapon struck its target. The sharp gasp and low keening that issued from his throat was completely involuntary. The boy shook like a scrap of parchment on the breeze, his memories of being the victim of a similar attack rushing to the forefront of his thoughts. He watched, lightheaded and frightened, as the band's leader tossed his pipe next to the still forms in the snow and jogged off, gesturing for the rest to follow. Alek inched closer, only once he was certain the mob had moved on. Running on the assumption that the Ice man was too injured to be helped, Alek dropped to his knees in front of the second figure, lowering a pointed ear to his lips. Still breathing, though Alek was hardly relieved. The fact remained that he had to carry the man back through this merciless storm if he wanted to get him help, and Alek wasn't sure that he could. He lightly slapped the young man's face and got nothing more than the same quiet breathing in return. "Come on." Nothing. Panic flared in his gut and he staunched it with resolve. If he helped to save even one person here today, maybe he would be saved as well. Alek brought his other hand out of his sleeve, guided by some silent compulsion to brush his thumbs across the gems on the unconscious man's cheeks. A trickle of power passed between them, and instead of drawing back in response to the odd sensation, Alek closed his eyes against the dim, flickering light, his fingers curling close to the Wind's jaw.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:36 am
 His head hurt. It hurt so much he was sick with it, his nearly empty stomach heaving as he opened his eyes. He could barely see between the lack of lanterns and his double vision, but what he could make out was bathed in a pale blue glow. Kauff tried to roll onto his side, and when that didn't work, when it negated the affect of the soothing light, he turned his head away from the person kneeling nearby and dry heaved until his discomfort passed. "We have to go," the figure said, his words a messy jumble in Kauff's head. He closed his eyes and concentrated, fitting them together like beads on a string. "Can you stand?""I..." He couldn't feel his limbs or most of his face. It was a concern, but there was a greater one. "Where's Rawn?""Rawn?" The Ice shot up straight as an arrow, which would have been funny in almost any other situation. "Oh, dear." He scrambled away with a rustle of fabric and fur.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:42 am
 The poscuta. He had completely forgotten its heroics in the face of the impossible task of getting the battered Wind up and away from here. Alek's legs wobbled unsteadily as he hurried to the last place he had seen it, the cold sinking deeper under his skin as he searched and came up empty handed. He turned back to the man, an apology on his lips, and was thoroughly surprised to find one wasn't needed. The tawny animal was huddled against the Wind's chest, its irritated wiggling urging the young man upright. Blood caked the packed snow beneath him, and he looked as though he longed to lie back in it even as he struggled to sit up. "Never mind. Found him."Despite their rather dire situation, Alek felt his lips lift in a smirk. He plodded back to the man's side and moved to brace him. "Can you stand?" He repeated his demand from earlier, hoping that this time it would prod his patient to action. "Come on."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 5:45 pm
 Kauff didn't remember much about their slow trek to safety. He knew he hadn't stopped fretting over Rawn, pressed between his body and his ruined coat. He also knew he hadn't stopped talking, urged to speak by his rescuer so that he wouldn't fall unconscious. Alek. Somewhere along the way he had picked that up too. Everything else fell away, save for the nuzzle of his familiar and his own feeble voice, until he felt warmth against his skin and the pinch of his limbs regaining sensation. "Ow," he muttered as he was urged down, down, down to sit on a low pallet covered with blankets. "What's wrong?""Nothing." The word was little more than a rush of air. He held his hand up a few inches and wiggled his blocky fingers, grimacing as Alek tugged off his glove. "That doesn't look normal."Kauff didn't think so either. From the tips of his fingers to their first knuckles his skin had gone unhealthily splotchy. But as much as they prickled and stung, his discomfort didn't keep him from nodding off, now that he was warm and still. He listed to one side, jerking awake as he was eased out of his coat and onto his back. He thought he heard Alek speak, but it was an unintelligible hum, serving as the final balm to lull him to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 6:21 pm
 Beyond exhausted himself, Alek stood at the foot of the makeshift bed for a time in a bit of a trance, watching Kauff's broad chest rise and fall. Whatever magic he had managed to cast on the other young man had seemed to limit the threat of concussion at the very least. Alek knew little of medicine and wound care, but he recalled what his healer had spoken of while he had recovered from his own injuries all those months ago. Kauff just needed rest now, that and someone to tend to his off-colored hands. He couldn't sit or he knew he wouldn't rise. Instead Alek removed his own coat and the Wind boy's boots, draping both coats over his sock-clad feet. Now all he had to do was find someone to look Kauff over and make sure he really was all right. And that someone could not be his sister. Heading out of the vent into the chilly caves without his coat was a mistake, but at least it kept Alek awake and moving quickly. He hugged his arms to his chest and squeezed through the narrow gap at the back of their "property", the gap that led to everyone else's. He had no idea who or what he was looking for. As it turned out, that didn't matter.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 7:06 pm
 He awoke to low voices conversing nearby and Rawn scrabbling at his side. His hands were lightly wrapped in something slimy, and he was so blissfully warm that he was smiling even before he opened his eyes. "You're awake.""Mmhm." His vision was much clearer than it had been outside, or it would have been clearer had there not been a bandage obscuring one of his eyes. He reached up to move it, but his clumsy hand was pressed back onto the bed by a wrinkly old woman he'd never seen before in his life. "Keep still," was all she said before she went back to addressing Alek. Hmph. Kauff glared at the woman's profile for a full ten minutes before he drifted off again.
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