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mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 12, 2014

@Lecter

Slowly he began to recover. Too much effort made him easily light-headed, but he was not as sleepy as he had been previously. The Dragon had done a number on him but he was still alive, as was Dawa. He had not brought himself to visit her yet, wanting to get well enough to help her if she needed it. He was still pretty reliant on the others for the most part, but thankfully he had excellent training as a monk and kept his body well on his own. He sat now near the edge of the Vale, staring into the waters of a thin creek with old, tired eyes.

Tenzin shuddered with a sigh. He did not know what the Dragon had planned to do with the wolves who had claimed home within the Vale. The beast was a servant to anger and the monk's expression grew saddened. There was nothing he could do to save his disciples; they would rise on the heat of Dragon fire to where Tenzin could not reach them - where he would not follow. The afternoon sun was dipping beyond the mountains now, throwing a harsh shadow over valley. Looking up to where the avalanche had dislodged from, Tenzin smiled.

It was an unfortunate event but that was life. The Dragon was also an unfortunate event, and Tenzin grew to regret his decision of freeing the beast from its restraints. It could no longer be bound and so the monk survived under it, finding some solace in Xi'nuata who had chosen to live her life beside such a creature. She was a good counterpart to such a demon, though Tenzin still did not understand how any could love the Dragon. Then again, the monk knew that evil plagued the world and so he continued on, living to serve as a light for others when they were lost within the dark.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - April 13, 2014

""

Xi'nuata had granted him more freedom than he had previously expected, though the vague feeling of relief was somewhat overshadowed by Raheerah's dislike of him. He did not care about the personal aspect of the Dragon's disdain, but rather what it perhaps meant for the Creek, though the Vale woman had assured him that the barter he had struck was upon his head alone.

He was intrigued to find that he cared for Fox and her wolves, despite her lack of foresight in the case of the Vale. Perhaps in his days at the side of Nanuq and Koios, Lecter would have seen Fox as weak and worthy of his disdain, perhaps even his curses — but, as he had murmured to Jinx, change was possible, even for an accursed old witch such as himself.

Now he sought out the tired scent-thread of the Vale's former leader. Through Xi'nuata had the shaman received a list of the injured, and while their healer had demanded his first attentions, it was the monk who had held his mind. Lecter had not known of such a sect before; his life had been divided into sections of light and of darkness, of Sos and of Atka. He did not understand the ways of monkhood, and his interest had not mounted.

With a mouthful of ironically plucked sage and wild geranium, the madman found the snowy beast alongside a small body of water, his back bent in what could have been contemplation or sadness. Setting the plants at his own paws, Lecter gave a low sound of approach.




RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 13, 2014

The monk was working on putting the Dragon's rage behind him, although he would continue to live under the creature's reign. He would not leave his charge and would do his best to repent. Tenzin was good at talking with people, but many of his skills fell off when it came to what the Dragon considered useful. At most, Tenzin was good for story telling and watching the young now. There was no use for him where the Dragon walked, except perhaps to keep an eye on Dawa should the oily beast permit it.

A sound caught his attention and the monk turned to view his unexpected visitor. A dirtied white male with a collection of herbs at his feet: this must have been the Creek wolf that Xi'nuata had told him about. Tenzin offered the wolf a warm smile despite his pained state. "Welcome, friend," he greeted, pleased with Xi'nuata's decision to allow the wolf into the Vale for herbs. The monk didn't know much about the wolf, but he was always willing to share resources, especially for healing purposes.

Tenzin hadn't expected the wolf to be as old as him, though. Had they met earlier, the monk would be in higher spirits and much less tired looking. For his age, he had been in great shape. The Dragon tore all that away from him, though. His tired eyes rested on the other wolf and he smiled again. "I am the monk, Tenzin. I see you have come to collect herbs," he said gently. "I am glad that they help you and yours." Though there was tension between the two packs, Tenzin was not the kind of wolf to leave others in a time of need. It was his duty as a monk to help all creatures.

"I don't believe I learned your name," he apologized, "forgive me." He had turned by now, but sat again to rest his sore body. The smell of blood lingered on the wolf before him but Tenzin did not mind it. With all of the injuries in the Vale lately, it was something he had become used to.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - April 14, 2014

lol ten is so nice ;-; uhum tell me if i am wrong, but here's a list of ten's injuries:
- maybe broken ribs
- healing gash on his cheek
- other little cuts
- torn paw pads
- spinal bruising

""

Tenzin greeted Lecter as no other Vale wolf had thus far, and it had the effect of bringing surprise to colour the bloodstained male's face. Icewater glare met the soft glance of teal. "Your creatures are in more need of them than we," the shaman grunted, moving closer. The white monk did not appear to have suffered in the rockfall; his injuries were not the crushed agony of one who had been caught beneath stone.

"The landslide did not do these things to you," Lecter observed dryly, eyes tracing the latticework of cuts that weaved across the other's body. Likewise, he too had not expected Tenzin to match him in age, though they had come from vastly different paths. An almost palpable aura of sadness wreathed from the snowy man, whereas a rank smell and macabre intentions followed the weatherwitch.

"I am Lecter," he answered, turning his attentions to the mixed mouthful of herbs he had brought. "Wild geranium," the shaman explained, pushing the small purple flowers toward Tenzin. "It will help you with bodily aches, but it will take some time to work. If you and I are alike in any way," Lecter muttered, some strange humour briefly lighting his eyes, "then age has brought its own brand of aches to your body." But perhaps not; before whatever attack had laid the monk low, the creature might have been hale in his advanced age.

The geranium would have a slightly sweet undertone, followed by a slightly bitter aftertaste, and it would take several minutes for the other to feel any relief, but Lecter had brought an extra supply. "I can treat the cuts with sage and lemon balm, but I am more focused on any potential injuries that I cannot see. When you walk, does pain shoot through any bone or joint? when you draw breath, does it agonize you?"




RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 14, 2014

[size=x-small]That's right! Also bruised muscles in his throat / sore windpipe :3[/size]

When the wolf mentioned the other Vale wolves being in need, his heart sank. Again he was reminded at his inability to save them - from the avalanche, and now from the Dragon. Tenzin wondered how many of them the other aged male had seen already, or if he only knew the situation from Xi'nuata. The monk steadily watched the icy gaze of his companion trace his injuries, and he smiled weakly at the observation. "No," he confirmed gently, holding back the rest of the information though he knew it must look as if he had been torn apart by another. When offered the flowers, the monk hesitated. Were the Vale wolves not in need of such treatment more than him?

He stepped forward slowly to gain his footing, then crouched below Lecter to take his prescribed dose of geranium. Xi'nuata would curse his lack of security, for sure, but Tenzin was a testing creature. Though there was tension between the Vale and Creek wolves, the monk did not fear a wolf based on who his alliance lay with. He was a monk who served a Dragon now, and the Dragon served anger. But that did not mean that Tenzin, too, served the same anger. His lip lifted at the bitter aftertaste and he turned around to take a drink from the creek trickling behind him

Turning back to Lecter, the monk nodded to his words. "Yes. My spine is bruised and my ribs too hold injury, though I am unsure if they are just bruised or possibly broken," he evaluated himself again, taking deep breaths and staring blankly ahead. "Just bruised I think," the monk confirmed, voice hoarse, though he could not be for certain. "My throat is awful sore as well—" he paused, eyeing Lecter for a moment before deciding it wouldn't matter whether or not the shaman knew the cause of his injuries.

"I was lifted by the throat and thrown against a tree," Tenzin said with a bit of a chortle. Despite the situation, he always sought the sun in the dark side of a shadow. "I am easily light-headed. I was also lifted by the head and thrown against the ground," he explained, rolling his shoulders. His muscles were tense all over from stress and pain, and now from age. His years weighed down on him now more than ever, heavier in the dark. He swished the taste of the geranium around in his mouth before licking his muzzle.

"Mm," he hummed, turning to face a break in the trees. "There are warm springs that way. If you'd walk with me there, I'm sure we'd both benefit from a dip," Tenzin offered, though really he was asking Lecter to walk with him because his injuries were still too bothersome to make the trip alone. He didn't want to fall and break something more and be without the aid of another, even if the shaman was on a bit of temporary loan, so to speak.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - April 16, 2014

okay :D

Lecter assessed Tenzin's movements with a practiced eye, noting the caution with which the monk moved. After a moment's hesitation, the snowy beast took the flowers the madman proffered and the shaman settled himself to engage the male further. Tenzin lapped at the creek's water, and Lecter found himself struck by the other's seeming lack of mistrust for his bloodstained appearance and rank odor, as others were; he wondered what sort of mental acuity — or magick — the monk had, to be able to calm himself in the presence of a stranger.

Matted ears flicked forward as the monk gave a gentle list of his injuries, and the longer that he spoke, the harder Lecter's eyes grew. What wolf could have hurt this softhearted beast? He immediately suspected the black dog, but the shaman had no true reason beyond spite to accuse Raheerah of such things, and so he let the supposition die. Tenzin's wounds were relatively fresh; perhaps he had been attacked just before the rockfall.

The monk explained that he had been tossed about like so much flotsam upon the tempestuous surface of the sea, and Lecter could not hide the glissade of anger that rippled through him and raised his hackles momentarily. It is a truly stupid beast that would hurt one so kind. Jaws gaped in a maddened smile for several seconds. Shall I curse the cur for you? He wished to shock Tenzin a bit, if only for his own amusement, but somehow he doubted that the snowy wolf would agree to the dark and pagan rites of the madman.

Warm springs. Lecter was reminded of the hot water where he had spoken with Njal, but Tenzin's tone did not imply that the place he spoke of was dangerous. He felt now the days of tension in his own shoulders, from tending without rest the injured of the Vale, and nodded. I will come with you. But not for too long; I must mend your wounds. Perhaps the water will cleanse them. Inclining his head, implying that the monk lead, Lecter fell into step beside his agemate, eyes scanning the surrounding foliage for any watchful eyes.

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RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 16, 2014

today i discovered ooc tags, wow! mind blown -- hot table!

As Lecter's eyes grew hard, the monk's grew more soft to counterbalance. He could not help but muster a chuckle when the shaman offered to curse his assailant. To say the Dragon was stupid brought a smile to Tenzin's face, the simplicity of the word easy on his ears. It was such a simple explanation. Lecter had used the word cur and Tenzin wondered if the fellow old male had an inkling about what had happened. The monk supposed it probably would not be hard to guess, especially from older, wiser mind.

"There is no need," Tenzin said softly to the offer, "it has cursed itself." And truly, by whatever foul plan the Dragon swore by, it had. Though the Dragon fire was hot within its mouth now, surely it would choke on the smoke later. There was only a matter of time before such a beast would suffocate.

When the shaman agreed to accompany him, Tenzin stretched as much as his sore body would allow before setting off through the break in the trees. He took this time to assess the scent on Lecter. "What has bloodied you, my friend?" he asked gently, perhaps almost worried. There had never been a time when Tenzin was leading the Vale that he knew he would survive as an alpha - not here, not among these wolves. He cared for all things, good or bad, and did not wish to appear physically dominant over one or the other. It was not in his nature to force submission nor was it his duty. It was almost a relief that the Dragon took such a role from him.

The spring was located near the edge of the cliff face of the large mountain. It hadn't been too far from where the aged males had been originally. They arrived at the spring in due time, the smell of sulfur growing stronger as they approached. "It does not smell pleasant, but it feels nice," the monk muttered, slowly letting himself dip into the shallow end of the pool. He lay there in the shallow water with his head resting on one of the cool, smooth rocks that bordered the pool. A sigh eased out of him as he rested. "Have you always lived near here?" he asked, feeling blessed for such warm springs. Jokhang had nothing like this. It was a cold, unforgiving place.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - April 16, 2014

ty! nat made it for me :3

Hmm, Lecter grunted to himself, testing the temperature of the water before he too followed suit and slid beneath the welcoming surface. A hiss of breath escaped him, a pleasurable sound, and he settled himself against the edge of the pool opposite Tenzin with an expression of relaxation stealing across his features, muzzle wrinkling only momentarily at the harsh smell surrounding them. Flakes of blood began to loosen and rise from his fur, and in time the water would darken with old blood, but he would rise before that happened.

There is only one here cruel enough to do such things, and I harbor nothing but ill will for him. I gathered sage outside your borders some weeks back; he attacked though I did not trespass. Xi'nuata did also, but she is a reasonable beast, and the reason I am here now. Lecter lay his cheek against the cool stone as well, eyes closing into slits. I bloody myself to serve my Gods, Tenzin. It is a mixture of my own and that of prey, and in earlier years, I also wore the blood of my own. Aware that his explanation would seem barbaric, Lecter paused now, to allow the monk to ask any questions he might have.

No, the shaman muttered. I lived far from here, upon the coast. It has been too long since I have returned, and I am not sure if I can at this point. He clicked his jaws shut then; the memory of Shearwater would always burn his soul with salted pain, but he had Jinx now, and the ocean would be at their backs upon the Mount.

And you? he muttered to the male, shifting his position in the water. From whence did you come? The Vale has been here for some time, but the markings upon the border lack the years of scent a pack long established comes to possess. Icewater eyes alighted upon Tenzin's face; the more logical part of him wondered if the water eased his companion's pain or merely masked it until such a time that the snowy monk rose from the pool.

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RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 22, 2014

sorry about the wait! n3n

The monk did not doubt the shaman's innate wisdom that came with age. When Lecter began to speak about who—no, what—could have caused him such grave injuries, Tenzin let a smile slide onto his face. "Harbor what you may," Tenzin said softly, unwilling to let himself feel the same ill will. He accepted all creatures, even demons like the Dragon. When Lecter went on to explain the blood on his coat, the monk let an eye open to peer at his fellow elder. "Is that so?" he asked warmly, adding, "I hope such devotion is rewarded well enough." Tenzin's reward was peace of mind. He kept a calm composure about most things, even things that would turn a normal wolf mad - wolves—creatures—like the Dragon.

Shifting to turn and view Lecter better, Tenzin let out a sigh of relief as the warm water soaked through his fur. The flowers the shaman had given him were working now. Feeling very relaxed, the monk hmm'd to Lecter's question and nodded. "We also come from far away, very far away," Tenzin began, looking toward the mountain as if looking far beyond it. "You may know of our pack structure, yes? We take it from a large empire called Jokhang, where we were born. It was a pack that sought to overtake any and all around it. It grew into a unhealthy and unbalanced illness," voice dropping, Tenzin narrowed his eyes as if saddened by the thought.

"When Raheerah was a wolf, he was a good Warrior. Madness took him and he became the Dragon. It ripped through most of our Clerics and it took many of our Warriors and Monks to subdue it. Such a disturbance was considered unhealthy and the Dragon was bound by the Monks," he explained, closing his eyes as he relived those painful days. "Dawa was injured during the Dragon's rage, and I took it upon myself to look after her where others had left her for dead. But she could not survive in Jokhang," he continued, "Our only chance of escaping was with the Dragon." Tenzin did not have regrets, save for that one.

"It worked. I unleashed the Dragon on the terms that it would be free once we found a paradise for Dawa," he chuckled here, as if in humility, "and now it has claimed its freedom." He gave a great sigh and looked to Lecter softly. "I feel wrong for allowing it to posses Xi'nuata. She is strong and good at heart. I hope the Dragon does not suffocate her in its rage someday," he said sadly.

"I wouldn't want to return to Jokhang," he said, referencing Lecter's mention of returning to the coast. "I miss my Brothers, but they are with me in spirit. That place is an illness," he hissed, voice thin. Tenzin enjoyed telling stories and he had many to tell, but nobody to tell them to. Dawa had heard most of them by now and he wasn't even sure she enjoyed listening to him draw out encounters and boring spiritual journeys. The story of Jokhang was much larger than what Tenzin had summarized it to, and the story of the Vale was growing.

"I hope you will not stay in the Creek for long," Tenzin said suddenly but did not elaborate. The will to overtake and posses that which is around it had taken hold of the Dragon. The monk could sense the illness within the Dragon as it threw him relentlessly into the ground. Lecter may honor different Gods, but Tenzin found solace within his fellow older companion, crazy shaman or not.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - April 22, 2014

that's fine!

The water and the gentle sound of Tenzin's voice, though it would soon edge itself in ice, had relaxed the shaman, and for a moment he allowed himself a rare look backwards into the halls of memory, reliving the things that had brought him pleasure in his time at Shearwater Bay. The birth of his daughter, the innocent gleam of Starling's emerald eyes, the Sos-wrought scar upon Valkari's face. And the quiet love shared by Nanuq and Koios, as they bore the weight of the Gods' demands and carried the Bay into the glow of aplomb and worthiness.

To the monk's comment of rewards, Lecter remained silent; breath was within his body, and he had fathered children. But what Sos had taken from him had long since outweighed that which he had been given — the shaman had been rewarded with a renewed vigor in Sos, but not much else. Even now he did not know if Clarice and the children she carried lived or died. Perhaps what had been taken from him was why he reclined now in the warm springs with Tenzin, listening to the enemies of the Vale as if they had long been his acquaintances, and healing them without the coldness that had long characterized his existence. Lecter had changed, but for what? he did not know.

He did not know much of the Vale's structure, but the name of Dragon, and the rank of monk had intrigued him, and Lecter roused himself to listen to the snowy one's tale of unleashed fury and rage. A frown furrowed his brow; this creature had seeded Xi'nuata, and now held the Vale. Tenzin spoke fondly of the woman named Dawa, whom Lecter knew to be the healer of the Vale, though he did not know if she would walk again. Had the pristine beast been any other, Lecter would have suspected him of romantic feelings for the injured wolfess, but he was a monk, and the shaman did not know if monks were allowed such sensations.

Shifting, not caring for the position in which Tenzin found himself, enslaved to a force had had been coerced into using so long ago. I too miss my home, he muttered softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the other he did not often feel with those around him. I would not remain here, Tenzin, Lecter went on, nodding toward the other the same words which had come his way. You seem a slave, or you will become a slave, beneath the Dragon's rule. Icewater eyes shone with a sudden light. I will not remain forever at the Creek; my calling is elsewhere. And you — your calling could perhaps be away from this place. But you will not leave Dawa. Eartip flicked. Am I correct?

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RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - April 23, 2014

At the mention of slavery, Tenzin turned an ear and shrugged. There was nothing to be done now. He knew his time as 'alpha' wouldn't last long. When Lecter continued, the monk raised a brow. Was the old wolf offering Tenzin an alternative? "Indeed," Tenzin confirmed Lecter's beliefs. "I cannot leave Dawa, she is more or less my charge. I rescued her because I promised her mother I would look after her," a warm smile broken his words as he thought of Yonten. Had he not committed to monkhood, Yonten would have been his mate. But his path led him elsewhere in life.

The monk stretched in the water and looked toward Lecter lazily, relaxed. "I cannot leave with Dawa either. Neither of us will ever leave the Vale alive." As ominous as it sounded, it was true. The Dragon would never let them escape his grasp - especially Tenzin. The monk knew he'd die by the beast's jaws someday. Though his age and injuries numbered his days, he would not die by natural causes. As for Dawa, he feared natural causes were piling up against her. He knew, on some conscious level, that she would likely not last much longer.

Tenzin shrugged again. "I hope our customs do not seem strange or confusing. Where the Warriors make up most of the life-force of our pack, Monks and Clerics are just as important," he paused to frown, "but the Dragon's influence pushes newcomers to be Warriors, I think." He knew other packs did not follow such rankings. "We do not consider words like 'slave' as we do not do those kinds of things. We are bound simply by what path is chosen for us. As a monk, I live to serve others. I do not take mates nor should I really have children," he chuckled again. "Dawa is an exception. While I know I am not her father and she is not my daughter, I love her all the same."

There was a silence as he thought of her. When she passed, which he knew was likely to be before him, what would become of him? During the avalanche, he had become spiritually detached at the thought of losing her, but somewhere in his mind knew she was not lost; when he knows for certain she has left this world, what will become of the monk? He searched his memories for pain and loss, but could not think of an incident where it affected a monk. And by no means should it! Had Tenzin grown too soft to call himself a monk? He frowned at the thought.

"If I may," Tenzin said softly, "Where are you going?" He hoped it would not be far. While the monk considered almost everything to be his friend, he very rarely ever felt so close to one who was not his Brother. Whether it was their age or some other magical divine right, he yearned for a friendship with Lecter. If the wolf moved far, Tenzin may not be able to visit or vice versa. And should they never meet again, the monk was truly blessed by such a bloodied shaman.




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - May 03, 2014

this post sucks and im srry ;__;

He did not speak for a long time, though he shifted in the warm current to hide the bristle that raced along his spine at Tenzin's announcement that he would not leave the Vale except through pain of death. The shaman wished to ask the monk about the possibility of removing Raheerah, but he knew that the peacefulness of the snowy beast would not allow for such a prospect. Tenzin knew well what Lecter asked beneath his words.

He listened with curiosity to the monk's explanation of the Vale's structure; it was a novelty to him, and he did not believe that there would be a place for wolves such as himself there. But perhaps that was the point. Stirring again in the warm water, lest he fall asleep, the madman smiled ruefully at Tenzin. I will go where my wife decides, he muttered with a wry twist to his lips. Where Jinx went, Lecter would follow.

I have seen the extent of Dawa's wounds, the shaman murmured, gazing past Tenzin, though his icewater eyes soon met the soft orbs of the monk presently. I do not know that she will walk again. And without her ability to move, to contribute to the new Vale, she would perish beneath the Dragon's reign. There would not be a place for her here, and thus not a place for Tenzin. He did not wish to pain the monk; rather he intended to make clear to the snowy beast that his options within the Vale were limited. He would be better off upon the Mount, though it would not be of his heart.

You are too good of heart to fall to that dog, the shaman said abruptly, teeth flashing with the snarl of hatred toward Raheerah, a hot emotion that would always burn within him, and now had intensified for the man that he felt might also be a companion one day.

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RE: mirror of fate - Tenzin - May 11, 2014

There was a moment of silence after Lecter spoke of Dawa's wounds. Tenzin's brows furrowed and he frowned heavily. If she were to never walk again, she would surely feel more useless than she already did. It pained him to know she was likely not long for this world. And if she died, what would the Dragon do? Perhaps the monk should seek to sneak away with Lecter, but even if he wanted to, he was sure the Dragon would find him eventually and strike him down. There was a sudden flash of teeth from the shaman and Tenzin looked up with a curious expression.

"Ah," he mused with a smirk. "It is not my choice. I simply exist to be a mindful monk, my place among ranks does not matter," he tried to reassure Lecter, gaze drifting off to the treeline. "It is true I do not enjoy the Dragon. It is not my right to dislike or judge, and certainly my gods frown upon it," he chuckled, "but it is hard to enjoy the fire that burns you." Tenzin shifted and pulled himself out of the water, exhaustion settling in. He didn't want to suddenly fall asleep and drown himself in the spring. Laying himself beside the cool rocks that lined the pool, he turned his head to view Lecter once again.

"If the gods permit such a feat, perhaps you could rescue me someday," the monk said lightly, though not entirely in jest. His eyes saddened and he looked away again. He was under the full effect of the herb Lecter had given him and was feeling quite at ease despite the severity of his wounds. If Dawa passed away, there would be nothing left for him in the Vale but endless torture and servitude. Perhaps it was to be his punishment for releasing the Dragon unto the world after all he and his fellow monk brothers had done to bind it to its cave of eternal imprisonment. A sigh escaped the monk and he closed his eyes.

"Forgive me, my friend," he breathed, body melting into the ground. "I fear I may... fall asleep," he voiced drifted off and the combined effect of both his head injury and his relaxed state pulled him dangerously close to passing out. "May we meet again," he managed to say in a breathy voice as his body fell limp. There were no dreams for him now as his mind escaped him into an empty black abyss. It did not matter where he slept within the Vale, for he had no enemies within the sanctuary aside from the Dragon - and the creature would surely never kill him in his sleep. The Dragon would make the monk suffer, and that could not be done in such a simple or spontaneous manner.

exit!




RE: mirror of fate - Lecter - May 13, 2014

Lecter spoke not; he lingered as Tenzin's murmurs drew the snowy monk into sleep. His brow furrowed with concern; he had not expected this, and drew himself to the other's side. Yet Tenzin's breathing was carefully modulated, and Lecter grunted beneath his breath.

Raheerah had hurt Tenzin badly, and Lecter's ire was rekindled. He would not leave the whitefurred man to succumb to whatever the Dragon's whim would be. I will return for you, he muttered near one pale ear, before anger encouraged him to depart the Vale for the present.

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