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[summons] morwen, tunglid, all welcome | on pathway outside springs | early summer | overcast, windy, evening

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Lorenzo Silvano Jill
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Lorenzo was a male unaccustomed to defeat. He did not relish in the thought he’d failed, somehow, by returning to the springs without the blood of Morwen’s enemy—his enemy—lining his gut. A deep-seated hatred for the one who’d tarnished his home continued to simmer in his core, burning just beneath his skin like the heat of the springs. Only, this fervor wasn’t so welcome.

He panted openly as he scaled the graded stone path, his heavy paws weighing against it as the winds of eons passed had. With summer nearly in full swing, the caverns had grown sweltering. Though their heat was welcome when the nights grew chilly in spite of the warming season, he could not endure the vapors for the same stretches of time as in the winter. So he’d curled up beneath a shadow to sleep through the most unforgiving temperatures of the day, only crawling from his alcove when the sun fell beyond the cliffs.

There was much to discuss with Morwen.

Even more to discuss with Tunglid.

Lorenzo’s suspicion toward the male in particular was diminishing. Had he intended to make a move—either against him or Morwen—surely, he would have done it by now. They were small in number. Vulnerable. An ambitious yearling cursed to live in an elder’s body, and a she-wolf wracked by the unwarranted return of her past. Hardly a legion to conquer.

But the cowled male had been nothing but steadfast, and his recent consistency, dependability, had Lorenzo thinking.

As he settled into a sit along the path, choosing a bend in the terrain that led out toward the pass, he lifted his head and released a howl. If they were in range, he did hope they’d come.


summons specifically for morwen and tunglid, but obviously any wolf in the area is welcome~


Jan 13, 2018 12:43 AM

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Tunglid frá Norðri Madison
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Though his loyalty to Lorenzo and Morwen was unwavering, Tunglið could not bring himself to spend as much time within the springs as he’d like. The heat, any kind of heat suffocated him, and that which spouted from the springs was enough to close his lungs and puncture his chest, running an uncomfortable burn beneath his fur. In the free time he had to wander, he wandered on the slopes, between the trees, where the heat of the springs could not reach him. It was becoming painfully clear, however, that he sorely missed the winter months.

Jaws cracked open, allowing his tongue to roll from his maw in a hefty pant as he jogged through the pines in search of a source of water to sate his thirst. Dark blood clotted just under his chin and on his cheeks, where his tongue could not reach and he could not adequately rub it away; a raccoon had been his meal, and he could feel the satisfaction of fullness begging him to find a cool place to nap through its digestion, but not before quenching the thirst that followed. He knew of a nearby mountain stream that could do the job.

He reached it before long, lowering his maw to the water and relishing the cold sensation in his throat, drinking his fill until a song rose up through the slopes.

Occasionally, he heard the cries of their neighbors. But this did not belong to them. He recognized the voice as distinctly Lorenzo’s.

Tunglið did not hesitate to part from the stream, his lingering drowsiness ebbing away in favor of curiosity. The northerner splashed through it without so much as a second glance, jogging swiftly toward the call, toward the springs, hoping that the male had not taken refuge inside. Dutifully, he would enter if he had to, but the atmosphere of the day was far more inviting than that of the springs. The clouds offered respite from the glow of the sun, as did the wind, whipping his fur in a way that reminded him of the mountains surrounding his birth territory.

He was still panting by the time he spotted Lorenzo. Even cloud cover could not mask the heat of summer. He was just grateful the man was sitting outside. Tunglið slowed his pace and climbed the rise, pausing to dip his head once he reached the man’s company. “Lorenzo,” he greeted plainly.

He turned his body just slightly so that the wind would buffet him and ease the heat from his blood, silently anticipating the reason for the call.


Jan 13, 2018 11:07 AM — Post #1

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Morwen maiyev
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The days had blurred precariously. Some, she could remember better than others, like the one when the mountains to the south exploded, and the one she met an empress. The others, though, she couldn’t recall anything about, save the pain in her feet, and the throbbing in her chest. They swirled past sharper, palpable scenes like fog, obscuring what little grasp on time Morwen could manage to gain.

She’d been like this before, a long time ago.

Couldn’t remember exactly how old she was when the woman she called her mother died.

Or what the weather was like when Grey was killed.

Just the feeling of it.

A howl bellowed in the slopes. She could hear its place in the east, near the springs; tell from its deep tone that it was one of the men she knew. Or, at least, she hoped it was. She didn’t think Gareth would be one to announce his presence in a place he wasn’t welcome, nor had she caught wind of even a trace of him since they’d found Jarius, but…

Would he?

Swallowing, Morwen stopped her aimless trudging. She pivoted around, and headed back the direction she’d come from. Back to the springs.

| arriving next round.


Jan 13, 2018 05:21 PM — Post #2

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Lorenzo Silvano Jill
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In the time he spent waiting, Lorenzo had little else to do besides scour the slopes with his clouded vision. In quiet moments, he found himself wondering if his sight was growing worse lately, or if he was merely being deceived into thinking as much by the natural veil of mist that pervaded the air around the springs.

He hoped the latter was the only real explanation.

So while Tunglid’s scent reached him before long, it took him several moments to recognize the male’s figure along the slopes, apt as he was to blend in with the striated, black and grey crags. He spared the cowled one a smile, one welcoming but rightfully wan in the face of their recent troubles, and a polite dip of his head.

“Tunglid. It is good to see you.”

The cavern belched out a cloud of mist, and Lorenzo allowed it to pass on the breeze, taking a brief moment to study the cliffs in case Morwen appeared just as quickly as the Nordic male. But he was nothing if not patient, and he was beginning to entertain a certain faith in her lately. Surely, she would come.

In the meantime, transparency. He wasted little time in broaching the subject on his mind.

“I wished to speak to you both about Gareth, but more than that as well—the matters you’ve expressed interest in.” The league, Lorenzo was certain he’d understand. “I do believe I have kept you waiting long enough.”


Jan 13, 2018 09:52 PM — Post #3

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Tunglid frá Norðri Madison
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In his approach, he caught Lorenzo’s smile and wished that he could have produced one so easily. It seemed, however, in the span of his life his visage had hardened into a type of stone unmalleable even in the face of such emotions as - what could he call this, contentment? - at the company of the older male.

“You as well,” he replied, and cast his gaze back across the slopes, already searching for the third of their small party.

His ear twitched as Lorenzo began to explain the reasoning for the call. Tunglið had long since abandoned the need for any explanation; he didn’t even feel that Lorenzo or Morwen needed to justify their reasons for summoning him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Especially as Lorenzo implied that their meeting was about more than what had been weighing on all of their minds.

Gareth was a concern, yes. One that bit at his mind and drew hot, roiling blood to the surface. Anticipation and anger. But he found respite in the suggestion that there was something else they had to look forward to. His gaze turned back to Lorenzo, shining with vested interest in the subject.


Jan 15, 2018 07:12 PM — Post #4

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Morwen maiyev
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Morwen had debriefed herself the whole walk there. She could surmise what this meeting would be about. She’d recited what to say; brought it back from her recesses, gone over all the relevant details. Tried to find the best words. Tried to soften the edge of it. She tried to tell herself it would be easy. That she just had to say the words. Just had to recite the script again.

But nothing had been easy since they had found Jarius.

His blood, still swirling in the blue spring.

His rotten stench, filling the chamber like a virulence.

His body, dirty, swollen, and caked in blood, like she had imagined.

The woman’s hackles rose to spite her collected facade. She could see shapes in the distance, white and gray and black and blue. Her feet stopped short.

Nothing could be easy.

Rigidly, Morwen forced her legs into motion again. Her pace had slowed considerably, desperate to prolong this, no matter how hard she tried. To the men, she offered a bark to announce her arrival. Her heart had already begun to pound.


Jan 15, 2018 07:50 PM — Post #5

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Lorenzo Silvano Jill
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He did not miss the interest apparent in Tunglid’s bracing gaze. His own softened in response, relaxing those lines of his visage not carved into permanence by age. There was something fundamentally reassuring in knowing his purpose here would not be shouldered in desolate solitude, that in time he might find more allies who wished to pledge themselves to what he sought to architect.

The sound of claws against stone hardened his expression into one of practiced attention, and his head turned in time to notice Morwen drawing near to the gathering. He could not be certain if the faltering of her steps was true, or merely some consequence of his worsening vision.

No matter the distance at which she held herself, though, there was no mistaking the heaviness of dread in her posture. His ears splayed.

He provided her the time necessary to settle into a comfortable enough position for discussion, hardly expecting their talk to be a concise one, despite his every intention of launching into matters as timely as possible. Their recent mission continued to harbor a sense of urgency.

And so, as she came, he did just that, casting his gaze to Tunglid once more before it came to rest on Morwen.

“I mentioned to Tunglid that I intend to speak to you both about our future here. And if we are to secure one, I do think we ought to adopt different methods of searching for him.”

He hardly needed an introduction.

“Morwen, I have been to the slopes to our south, but have found nothing.” His chest heaved with a sigh. “For that, I am so sorry.”

In the silence that followed, he offered an unspoken inquiry, one borne of wondering whether the others had discovered new leads in their own wanderings. In regard to such developments, he expected more from Tunglid, knowing the male hadn’t been the one paralyzed by Gareth’s very scent. But he would not discount Morwen’s aptitude to track the male Lorenzo had come to know only by scent and name, if her terror then had begotten anything resembling resolve.

Not that he would fault her if it hadn’t.


if y’all wanna take this a lil slower while “memento mori” is going on, i’m all fine with that~ :D likewise, tho, feel free to reply at your own pace!


Jan 15, 2018 09:39 PM — Post #6

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Astred Valfreyja Lilja
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Astred had wandered far past her designated confines of the Soulfire Covenant’s territory.  She was alone, unarmed, and thirsting not for blood but for the sweet recognition of conclusion.  Or perhaps that was all for naught and what she was really doing several miles away from home had less to do with answers and more to do with seeking solitude.  Either interpretation would be appeasing.

Relic had once told her that a tribe called Hellmaw lay to the far east and slightly north.  Under strict direction was the Guardian supposed to give leeway to their pack, especially since they had supposed numbers that Astred could only dream of.  The Covenant had nine fully fledged members, not counting Anna and Claes who couldn’t do much other than amble around.  And much to her unease, she was the only warrior.  The duty fell upon her shoulders to protect her tribe.  That was what she was doing now, in her own insight.  Scouting out the surrounding area to root out rogues or threats, whichever they may be.

The blonde Warrioress passed several attention-catching landmarks; an ancient rock wall, several aquamarine-surfaced springs, and more pine trees than she could count.  The area to the east was beautiful, though there were things more important in life than appeal.  Much more important, in Astred’s experience.  Like practicality and reality.

Upon her mindless gait wandered thoughts of unwarranted violence.  What, she wondered, would happen if an attack were to spring on them tomorrow?  Would they be prepared?  How many casualties would they endure?  As the sole surviving member of her bloodline, Astred was more familiar with preservation and protection than most.

Anna and Claes could be evacuated easily enough by Bea.  Aided by Daniel and Kumar as well as guarded by Stephan and Relic, they could escape if trouble arose.  Once the initial wave of murder had passed, Damien could take Vár in a second elusion party. 

Astred already knew what would become of herself.  If the scenario arose where enemies came knocking on the Covenant’s door in numbers that were too great to be defeated, her first and foremost priority would be to see the survivors of the Covenant flee to safe lands.

She had never been afraid to die.  If what she thought of occured, she would fight until her last breath, taking comfort in the knowledge that her tribe had escaped death’s game.  In order to hold the enemy back, Astred wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice herself… and leave her body behind in the ashes of the past.

Approaching a guarded area, her impervious exterior came rushing back as impregnable thoughts faded back into her walls of ice, frozen into chasms of unbreakable strength.

Vibrant blue eyes swept the area, searching for signs of life.  It wouldn’t be hard to detect Astred in the midst of her surroundings, though she ought to have tried to mask herself somehow.  At the moment, she wasn’t too preoccupied with the thought of being attacked by rogues.  And if she were, Astred Valfreyja, the Lady of the Slain, had spent her entire life preparing to know how to fight, to kill… and to die.
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I hope you don’t mind me throwing her in hereeeee I couldn’t resist. :3
Also, arriving next round, but she’s visible! ^u^


Jan 29, 2018 08:00 PM — Post #7

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Tunglid frá Norðri Madison
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Tunglið was silent in the few minutes that elapsed as they waited for Morwen’s arrival, and when her bark sounded out, the Northerner twisted his head to notice her approaching from the roll of the slope. Lorenzo was quick to resume their conversation now that their companion had arrived, and he only flicked an ear with acknowledgment of the dilemma that Lorenzo posed.

Gareth was still at large. Worse, the older male felt the need to apologize for it, as though it was his own fault. Tunglið‘s lips twinged slightly.

If anybody should have gone out to search for the murderer, it was Tunglið. Morwen needed to be protected, and Lorenzo had great plans, a future he intended to build. The most expendable one of them was Tunglið. He wondered if he was the most qualified to dispatch their enemy, too. But then again, none of them had spoken much about their pasts.

Still. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought that the murderer might have already met his fate had Tunglið been permitted to stalk him.

He said nothing, watching Morwen for her judgment.


Jan 31, 2018 09:55 PM — Post #8

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Morwen maiyev
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The distance closed all too fast.

“I mentioned to Tunglid that I intend to speak to you both about our future here. And if we are to secure one, I do think we ought to adopt different methods of searching for him.”

The even, well-aged cadence of Lorenzo’s voice did little to soothe the dread coiling in Morwen’s chest.

She knew who he meant; she knew what he wished to do, despite her pleading against it. They must have been searching, ever since it happened. She wondered if that’s what they believed she had been doing on her perpetual walks: searching. Searching for the same vice that held her down and ripped her up, time and time again.

Searching for him.

“Morwen, I have been to the slopes to our south, but have found nothing.” Lorenzo punctuated his statement with a sigh. “For that, I am so sorry.”

She gave a weak nod, gaze downcast and pensive.

Thank whatever powers may be that you didn’t.

“I haven’t found anything, either,” she offered up, voice flat. She had little remorse for that fact; if she’d found Gareth, or he her, she had no doubt she wouldn’t live to inform her friends. All she could do was run—and now, with her feet gone raw on the soles, she’d begun to feel the world wished to deprive her of that as well.

The one thing she could fight him with.

What had she done to instigate such cruelty?

Maybe she should’ve bought Nelli’s shit.


Feb 01, 2018 07:46 PM — Post #9

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Lorenzo Silvano Jill
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Upon his apology, Lorenzo did not expect absolution. He did not expect clemency. Mostly, because while the kindness had been extended out of what budding loyalty he felt toward Morwen, he knew in his core he was not at fault for losing Gareth’s scent trail.

It occurred to him that the wolf, one so ludicrously brainless as to execute a murder in another’s home, might possibly harbor the intelligence to veil his tracks through any number of means. And his heart stiffened in fury.

He suspected the urge to kill the male would never cease, but he knew the line between resolution and obsession was thin. He did wonder if he wasn’t approaching it.

It was what had prompted him to call them together now. They needed to move on, lest in chasing the past the future passed them by.

Morwen offered up a bleak answer to his unspoken query, one for which he felt no disappointment. And Tunglid, in his silence, seemed to provide a response that was assumedly little different. Lorenzo responded with a bob of his head.

“My plan is to visit our neighboring packs,” he spoke, and not with only a little determination. “Hellmaw, the Covenant, and the Stormborn Alliance, which is located in our foothills. I will warn them of him. His crimes. And I will make it clear to them he is to be shown no mercy.”

He heaved a sigh, wishing desperately to be the one who would exact justice from such a fiend. But if Gareth met his demise at the fangs of another, Lorenzo would raise no complaints.

His lips parted in preparation to continue, and in doing so invited in a anomalous scent. The tang was just familiar enough to give Lorenzo pause. His eyes roved in a slow survey of the slopes, preceding his head in turning to gaze upon the sight of a pale she-wolf approaching them. He set his jaw, watching as she strolled closer to their gathering.

“We have a guest,” he announced quietly to his companions.

Rising from his seat, Lorenzo stepped toward her, placing himself in a somewhat indirect position between the woman and Tunglid and Morwen. As the she-wolf drew within conversing distance, his tail provided a single sway.

“Evening,” came his reflexive greeting. Whether or not it would be pleasant remained to be seen, given the unannounced nature of the she-wolf’s visit. “Astred, was it?”


Feb 04, 2018 02:29 PM — Post #10

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Astred Valfreyja Lilja
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The blonde warrior hadn’t realized she was in sight of a group of lupine figures until it was too late.  That’s what she got for spacing out, she supposed.  Nonetheless, her head turned to take in the strangers, blue gaze more defensive than alarmed.

However, the confrontation in her eyes faded when she recognized the figures, even if barely so.  Slowly, her stance relaxed and her tail lost it’s stiff posture.  Astred Valfreyja regarded the three wolves with recognition and politeness.

“Evening,”  Her response was a subtle nod, for she did not know the trio all that well.  They had been informally introduced at the Skyrise Pass but had not conversed.  As one of Relic’s inferiors, Astred and Damien had left the talking up to the Lumen.  Their place was to stand guard and protect, and they had done it well.

“Astred, was it?”  Another nod confirming the older male’s question before addressing them.  “Lorenzo, Morwen, and Tunglið.”  The ringleader, the male of the north, and the woman who had managed to catch Astred’s interest.

“Forgive me, am I trespassing in your lands?”  From their last interaction the trio had made it sound like they were apart of a tribe and Astred didn’t want to contradict her believes.

For the time being it was best to remain courteous and kind from what little knowledge Astred had of them.  They were too close to the Covenant for her liking, at least if they were hostile.  If not, than Astred saw their location as merely an asset.  A chance for an alliance, even.  It was better to make peace than to engage in war, the Guardian knew.

She thought of Hellmaw to the east and wondered how many miles from the springs they were located.  At her last interaction with the trio from the springs, however, they’d made it seem as if Hellmaw was not to be viewed as the enemy.  Relic had done the same thing.  So perhaps Astred had been fed the wrong side of the story by her subconscious, but she would remain skeptical until she herself had gotten to judge the tribe.

The blonde warrior remained standing as she would until Lorenzo took a seat, seeing as the other two viewed him as their leader.  She may be wrong, of course, but such a courtesy was expected of her, since this was not her home.


Feb 04, 2018 04:08 PM — Post #11

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Tunglid frá Norðri Madison
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It concerned him to think that Morwen might have been hunting Gareth on her own. Her answer conveyed that she had been. He made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her - he didn’t want to risk anything happening should she actually encounter him. But the conversation moved on, and Lorenzo soon made mention of his plans to visit their neighbors. Two of which he knew: the Covenant, and Hellmaw. The Stormborn he was less familiar with, likely due to their location in the foothills. Tunglið had not yet even left the mountains bordering the valley rumored to exist North of here.

He was about to part his maw, to question Lorenzo - to even offer to accompany him - when Lorenzo interrupted their discussion with an observation. They had company.

Tunglið rose to his paws and turned, watching as Lorenzo placed himself between them and the stranger. No - a member of the Covenant. The exchange was pleasant. He resisted the urge to move next to Lorenzo. His attention flitted back to Morwen, and he tossed her a glance.

Perhaps it would be more beneficial for him to stay behind while Lorenzo pursued this quest.


Feb 04, 2018 08:08 PM — Post #12

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Morwen maiyev
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Morwen found herself lacking any semblance of surprise from Lorenzo’s stubbornness. His desire to conduct their manhunt had been postponed shortly after the murder—perhaps in the face of her own feebleness—and part of her had hoped that that was where it would all end: at noncommittal vindication.

At some hollow words.

She wouldn’t have minded if their anger had subsided so quickly. She wouldn’t have cared if it had all been a lie. Not when she could just keep running from him; from homes he kept chasing her out of.

Again, she pondered what might happen, should she encounter Gareth. She hadn’t been able to fight him before, but that had been some seasons ago. She’d had nothing then. What if he really tried to take the springs? To take Tunglið, and Lorenzo?

To take the only piece of Soleil that she had left? Of Koyak?

Could she bare fangs for that?

Morwen didn’t realize that Lorenzo had stopped speaking until he announced the arrival of another. Swiftly, she picked her eyes up from where they’d fallen, on a stone near her paws. Having faced the springs since she arrived, Morwen now spun on her feet, pivoting around a quarter to back herself in place beside Lorenzo. There, she sat, and watched the wolf approach.

The blonde wolf.

“Lorenzo, Morwen, and Tunglið,” she recited, not lacking in confidence, or stoicism. “Forgive me, am I trespassing in your lands?” Morwen’s ear flicked, and she scanned the trees beyond Astred for any others that may be in tow. She knew Lorenzo labelled few wolves as trespassers, and that was where their perspectives on visitation diverged. She’d not liked the company before, and she liked it much less now.

Morwen decided it’d be best to let their resident diplomat handle this one.


Feb 08, 2018 03:23 PM — Post #13

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Lorenzo Silvano Jill
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So sorry this is so late! Even since I got back, I’ve been struggling to answer this, so we can wrap it up or keep going depending on how everyone feels, I’m so sorry to have taken so long! I’ll be glad to do either one. <3


Upon their first encounter, Lorenzo had not formed the most flattering opinion of Astred. She was a young thing, fidgety in the excess energy that youth afforded, and he saw in her the danger of easy provocation. But, as she approached them presently, she seemed a touch more subdued.

He did not mistake her courtesy for a dismissal of her previous reactivity, but politeness, at least, he would return.

His gaze as he regarded her was steady, but not unkind, and he afforded a quiet minute to listen as his companions rearranged themselves into more comfortable positions at his flank. As their shuffling descended into stillness once more, he responded to the blond warrior at last.

“I would be willing to overlook it.”

A moment’s gravity was afforded her, in which she might recognize his implications.

“Pending the reason for your visit. Tell me, might I assist you with something?”

He did not sit. His tail remained level with his spine.


Mar 12, 2018 09:55 PM — Post #14

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Astred Valfreyja Lilja
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It seemed that there was a bitter silence among the wolves.  Why, Astred wasn’t exactly sure.  Maybe she’d intruded on something important.  Oops.  Build a bridge and get over it.  She really hadn’t had a chance to judge any of the three that stood before her and took it as her chance to do so.

Morwen, the quiet and mysterious brown woman that had caught her attention from the start.  Why, she wasn’t sure.  There wasn’t anything particularly interesting about the woman except for the read Astred got on her, like she was fleeing from something that might give chase.  Astred’s eyebrows knit in an unknowing display of careful thought.  What was she running from?  And even if she was right and that was indeed the case, how long until that very thing caught up?

Oh, well.  Astred was no preacher and she certainly wasn’t going to make a speech on the cons of hiding, more so on a whim.

Tunglið.  Blood of the North, for sure.  Icy eyes that made Astred question whether or not he was a long lost relative.  Probably not.  He seemed sullen and brooding most of the time, although she had only had the pleasure of two occasions.  Maybe it was something he had against strangers.  She couldn’t judge, she practically whipped out battle plans every time she crossed paths with a rogue.

Finally, Lorenzo.  The ringleader and the elder.  Seemingly wise, although looks could be deceiving.  Importantly enough, he appeared to care about the well being of his comrades.  That was respectable.

“I would be willing to overlook it.”  The older, white male broke the silence with his response.  Astred merely cocked a brow in her own retaliation.  Either he was joking—which was a very real possibility—or he meant that they were officially a tribe.  Were there any other members around?  It had seemed to just be the three of them, both in their last meeting and again now.  Unfortunate, although the blonde warrior could find admiration in determination to build something larger than themselves.

Together, they were quite the array of mismatched puzzle pieces.  The runaway with a dark past, the brooding protector, and the cunning ringleader.  The only one Astred would be slightly aware of in a fight was Tunglið.  She was outnumbered in the chance of conflict breaking out at the moment, but hoped Lorenzo’s supposed diplomacy held through.

Pending the reason for your visit. Tell me, might I assist you with something?

She fought the urge to retaliate in Lorenzo’s practical speech.  Technically, there was no set ‘reason’ for her visit.  Suspicious as it may be, happening upon the trio had been a complete accident.  “No, I guess not.”

She kept her tone simple and nonchalant.  She had nothing to gain here.  The Covenant had nothing to gain here.  It was time to take her leave.

“If you ever need anything, you know where we are.”

Yes, that would do.  Gathering her composure, the blonde warrior gave a respectable nod towards Lorenzo and his followers, turning to make her retreat back west.


Exit unless stopped!  I’m fine with wrapping this thread up. c:


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