☣Ɯ α я☣ {1x1 with Alpha*}

[koi97]

Toshiro nods his thanks to Noland as he helps them load up the items before taking Akul. He tilts his head when the youngest of the orphans(guess he shouldn't call them that anymore now) appears, asking to join. He can't help with the soft, joyful smile over being called dad by the boy. "Of course Fen," he says, turning around and lowering himself slightly so the boy can climb onto his back.

"Climb onto my back. The market is starting to get busy and I don't want to lose you," he says, looking his shoulder to make sure Fen can climb on just fine.

[Alpha*]

Fen nods o-so-seriously and then runs away from his adoptive father. The boy doesn't go far, just to place that teddy bear into the nearest closet and then he's back. He ends up on Toshiro's shoulders, small hands carefully holding onto horns, green eyes bright with excitement and blond hair curled in all directions. "Da what are we getting?" Is asked eagerly, "have some toys? Have some snacks?" Is chirped, "have Ma a present?"

Ammonia quietly climbs down from the wagon-house, and peers up at her little family with a loving smile. It's so perfect. How is she so lucky?? Will the children like her even though she's just human? Weak? "ready, Mate?" Is asked, taking Shiro's hand in hers.

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(Do you want a ts?)

[koi97]

Yeah! We can do a time skip? When should we restart?))

Toshiro chuckles softly at the antic of Fen. He can't help the small smile play on his lips as the child begins to climb up his shoulders. He raises his hands and places them on Fen's thighs to help keep him balanced as he grips Toshiro's thick dark horns. One if the features Toshiro can't hide. He grins at Ammonia, just seeing the happiness in his mate's eyes. He nods gently to Ammonia, careful if Fen. "We are looking for a lot, little one. Toys, books, clothes, food. We are going to be finding a new home to find and settle in," he explains to the child.

[Alpha*]

(At the mountains? Or.. just starting out?)

Fen nods again, chirping and warbling the birdlike or catlike sounds of joy that is common in shifter children, as if they forget that theyre human too... or at least like them. Ammon chooses a few tools, then foods and clothing. She does splurge and buy a thick, totally soft, knitted sweater that's so long on her that it is an ankle length dress with a hoodie and a pocket... she also buys something for Toshiro..

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Snow patters on the wood and canvas of the wagon, on the living hide of the beasts of burden who pull them and the stone that the wagons roll over. Ammonia had allowed NoLand to drive the wagon when she'd been chattering from cold, he'd insisted that he's warm enough (though had accepted the hot thermos of cocoa that Fen had brought later). Ammonia stocks the hearth with wood and then stirs the perpetual stew in a pot she can hardly move. Slowly the red haired woman moves to the feed-trough turned cradle where the many dragon eggs lay in soft and clean straw. "Babies," is crooned to the menagerie of unhatched infants, "Mum loves you. "

Some of the children are already calling her Mom, actually any who speak are; it had been weird at first. They're splayed about the livingroom of the magically enlarged home on wheels, Fen is playing with Akul and Eri is currently staring at the opalescent white egg like she had since she had seen it first. Would the pair bond? She hums to herself, turning the eggs who'd been neglected for far too long. Where is Toshiro? It's getting late.

She notes that the wagon isn't moving. Is NoLand attending her mules and goats? Of course he is. He always seems to know what she needs, and while always attentive he's speaking less and less.

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Morag has a deer; his almost featherless wings fan like a bird of prey around the kill and he gulps hungrily at the blood. This time the prey wouldn't go to waste, now that he has the caravan to feed. And sure, Max had shot the deer with an arrow, but... he doesn't think about it too much. Too hungry and cold.

That creature stands off to one side, in centaur form, snow muffling hoof-steps, snow on his shoulders and whithers. Bow now put away, arms crossed across his broad chest. He would carry the deer - and probably the angel - back and forward to whereever it is that the caravan had stopped to wait the night and storm out. "Not much time left, fetherblarka," is spoken when the angel sits up with a sigh. "Have you spoken to your mate?"

There's a slight nod, blue eyes refusing to meet burning gold ones. "He knows. "

"And the others? Do they?"

Another head movement, this time a shake: "they don't need to. I... intend to tell Michael to be king when we arrive.. " it's the only thing left that might save him.

"Ah a good plan," answered the first creature, watching sickly appendages disappear as though they have not existed. "Morag, please listen--"

"Not now. " is snapped, "I know what I'm doing!"

"Leave then!" Max snarls, "the dragon is killing you as he grows stronger!" His elongated teeth flash in the storm light, "you could live longer!"

He shakes his head and gets up, he starts walking back. It's not that simple.

[koi97]

We can start with them reaching the mountains?))

Toshiro circles above the group in lazy circles. His dragon form high in the sky. He can barely see past the large peaks of the mountain range that will soon become their new home. A soft snort escapes his nose, the air causing his hot breath to fog up. He looks down, watching the large clan as they set up camp for the evening. The sun is beginning to set, so he can only imagine that the children must be getting restless. He rolls himself into a dive, wings tucked tightly against his side. At the last second, his wings snap open, causing him to rear back. He lands with a solid thud on his back legs, allowing them absorb most of the impact, before falling forward on his front legs.

He is a few hundred feet away, so he begins to walk forward. He is about to shift, when the shimmering bronze scales of Kaida make him pause. The dracling races toward, cracking squawks and tiny roars escaping the now dog sized baby dragon. Toshiro dips his head as Kaida reaches him, touching noses to the youngling. Still small, but he had begun to hit growth spurts. A deep rumble vibrates Toshiro's chest. Kaida hasn't yet been able to fly, but everyday grows stronger and stronger.

Toshiro lays down, now merely a few feet away from the caravan his mate and clan call home. He stays as a dragon, watching the rest of Jori's clan mill around. Finding supplies. Gather wood for fires. Toshiro decides to wait, smelling the food Ammonia had cooked. He carefully kneads the ground under his front claws. So far, the path is clear. He had seen much on his scouting.

That's what he's been doing most of the journey. It's the easiest for him. Morag is too weak, and Toshiro tries to keep his distance, instinct telling him to. He looks around, wondering where the angel is since he can spot Pantera near Michael and Jori. He turns his attention back the caravan, now wondering when his adopted kids will be done with dinner. He usually let's them run around, or crawl over his dragon form. Something he's learned on this journey as an easy why to tire them out, and bond with them.