Sleeping Dragon How weak is that?
As silent as a w i l d f i r e
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Ooc — Kuro
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Since returning from his trip to the coast, the boy had been filled with a brand new sense of adventure. Finding his way back home had been quite difficult, but the journey itself hadn’t been anything other than wonderful. Having seen just a portion of what the world had to offer him had awoken a great hunger, which urged him to see even more. Thoughts of traveling far and wide excited him—tempted him—but he’d not turned around in order to set off once again. Hvitserk had taken to trekking into the territory instead, wandering along familiar trails and breathing in the fresh air. For quite some time he’d done nothing more than wander and roll around on the ground here and there, refreshing his own scent within the boundaries of the pack so as not to worry anyone. It’d been for several days in a row that he’d done the same thing, as well as play it off as if he’d never left at all.

When the sun had descended passed the horizon and the moon came out to play, the Viking had found himself encountering yet another restless night. Knowing just what he needed in order to tire himself out, Hvit set off through the territory, exercising his body at first and then following after a scent; he’d known it to belong to his sister, @Freyja, right away. Having not spent any quality time with her in a while, he moved with a slight bounce in his step, eager to see her.
She swept in and stole the flame,
leaving a dragon without his breath

Thread titles are from Lindsey Stirling’s “Something Wild”
these violent delights
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Ooc — Chan
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Despite her company with Seff, Freyja had felt as if there had been something missing from her life. Hvitserk’s scent was fading from the packlands and this concerned the argent-coated woman greatly. Though she had done the same thing to him when she had went out to travel, she found herself still worrying  for her brother’s wellbeing and hoped that he would return to them soon.

She had pulled herself from the den that she shared with Seff that evening to get some fresh air as she attempted to get a handle on everything that was happening in her life presently. Her parents had left for Seageda suddenly, Seff was healing after the scuffle with the coyote and they would soon be leaving Sleeping Dragon, and Thyri had stopped by to tell the Fleima of where she had went. It seemed as though the winds of fate were leading their family in different directions and despite how scary the unknown seemed, Freyja embraced it fully.

She wandered the star-light territory silently with a light jog with no destination set. Instead, she simply enjoyed the night and kept to her thoughts as she meandered.