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Where to begin - Rosencrantz - August 07, 2019
68°, currently it is clear and set during the morning. Located in Sequoia Coast, blackbeak bluff | ooc notes: set after his last thread with Rhælla! Preferably someone to join who wants a dice rolled fight!
As the sun rose over the wilds, Rosencrantz had swum once again to the mainland. For what felt like the last time - with no intention of returning to the island, the knight could feel as if the shackles had finally been released. No foolish dreams to tether him, free to roam once more and wander for something new. This time, he was certain he knew what he wanted; to live out as he did before. A Birserkir, away from home, but true to their nature.
As he roamed the bluff, the bright green contrasting against his brilliantly white, Rosencrantz didn't bother to look out onto the sea as he padded through. Although he wasn't about ready to pounce on an unsuspecting individual to test out his skills against - he was itching for a worthy opponent. How long had it been since he had truly gone into battle? It felt like a lifetime ago.
RE: Where to begin - Dacio - August 12, 2019
Still, Dacio was unable to locate his sister. He roamed the coast in search of her, detecting pockets of scent here and there that might suggest she'd passed through, yet she continued to evade him. In quiet moments, the ashen yearling wondered if her intention was to avoid him.
To need to be among kru was almost enough to have him turn back toward Trigeda, but his bond to Opalia was enough to root him to the Teekon's shores - at least until she could confirm his underlying suspicion. At the very least, he had to know the golden Gona was safe.
His hunt for her brought him furthr from their previous haunts, but it was not the blonde pelage of the wolf he sought that his gaze found. This creature was Winter-white, a male in his prime, a formidable opponent. Salmon pink tongue snaked between his teeth to sweep over an upper lip, and it was his desire to seek more information on his wayward littermate that brought him closer.
"Hei," the young seawolf greeted, maintaining enough distance to (hopefully) refrain from invading personal space.
RE: Where to begin - Rosencrantz - August 14, 2019
Continuing his path as he carved a route into the tall grass, stomping it down brutally beneath his weight. He wanted to get away from the shores - he had been here for too long. The soothing sound of the crashing waves did nothing for the snowy goliath, all he needed was some quiet to forget what had happened previously. To wipe his memory clean and start fresh from the beginning once more.
All he had to do was keep himself busy...
And someone came. A young male cloaked in grey.
What.Far from a question, he wanted to know what this one wanted from him. The distance kept between them was recognized and appreciated, with all that deemed it necessary to come in too close to speak, this was a nice change of pace. Rosencrantz knew what he himself wanted from this boy - although to start a fight with him would not be the same rush as a man in his prime. But perhaps, he could dip his toes in with this one should things go as planned.
RE: Where to begin - Dacio - August 23, 2019
Well, his first impression of this guy came swiftly: he was an asshole of epic proportion. Dacio, trained since infancy to conceal emotions, regarded his newest acquaintance blankly - it would do him no good to show him that his bluntness had roused new irritation in him.
Grey-green eyes swept over the rogue's pale form, silently judging, before seeking his rugged features. He found a golden orb staring back at him and, where the other should be, a war wound that his own kind might consider glorious. Dacio was not to know that it had been nature's doing, so he naturally found himself wondering what sort of creature might have inflicted such a wound.
The young Gona rolled a peppered shoulder. "I'm looking for someone" he told the brute simply, "a yearling female with golden furs and mismatched eyes. I don't suppose you've seen her?"
RE: Where to begin - Rosencrantz - August 28, 2019
Should the grey boy be honest in his opinion about the Birserkir, he would find that Rosencrantz would not react quite as expected. Indifferent and callous, the snow-capped mountain was cold to the judgment of others. Long gone were the days that he cared for such frivolous things, companions come and go like the seasons as they changed. It was a waste of time and effort to try and continuously be on the good side of everyone he met. Not to mention he knew very well that not everyone would like you, no matter how hard you tried. So, why try at all?
No. I haven't seen anyone matching that description.Though it was an interesting thought... would he admit to seeing her should he have come across such a woman? Well, he supposed, they wouldn't know now.
Who is it searching for her, and where will you go - should I come across her later on.Perhaps... he could get something from her in exchange for knowing this greyscale male and where he was off to. It was worth a shot.