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i got a pocket full of deadliness - Tiarnach - December 23, 2019
this post is terrible aaahhhh sorry i gotta get back into tony
a blackthorn would be interesting, but all welcome!
Leaving the Creek had been a difficult decision, and some days he regrets it more than anything. But it'd been necessary; he knows he can't survive on his own forever. His first thoughts had been of Terance and Arbiter and their pack, but they had left. Just like his family. So he'd decided that if he's stuck with instability no matter where he goes, he would prefer his own blood.a blackthorn would be interesting, but all welcome!
The trip back to the last place they'd lived had been long and difficult, and he'd known that he wouldn't find his family there, but he'd hoped to recall the directions to where they had gone when he arrived (assuming they gave him directions). He'd been wrong, of course, but it took some time to admit it. So now he's here, pacing in the snow not far from the border of a nearby pack and trying to recall if it'd been here before; if it was, maybe they would know where his family went. Most of his memories of living with his family seem to have turned to dust, however. He can't make sense of any of them. He stops, taking a few steps back as a wave of unease suddenly washes over him; he knows he's nowhere near trespassing, but his time alone has left him paranoid, and the distance makes him feel a bit better.
RE: i got a pocket full of deadliness - Wraen - December 23, 2019
Fate has funny ways of fulfilling wishes. Just last week Wraen had spoken with Towhee about building an army to defend their pack, sourcing from the people they already had within the ranks. Then - as if they had planned it all previously together - there was an influx of Blackthorns and Redhawks alike. Though she was glad for Towhee's and Finley's sake, the Sovereign began to hear the warning bells.
The memory of, how Sunspire had depleted all it's resources in a matter of months (and this had happened in summer), was very vivid. With winter now, severely limited options for food and no big game to hunt for them all, fear found it's way in her heart. How long would this big and happy family last? A week? A month? It was so surprising that wolves with life-experience traded it for short-sighted, temporary luck.
So, when she came across another Blackthorn lurking on the borders (the tell-tale black stripe), Wraen's first thought was - "Are we going to welcome all Blackthorns in the country?" - and she briefly contemplated either ignoring this fellow or chasing him away. They did not need another mouth to feed, even if this guy had amazing things to offer for the future. Yet - if she did not approach him, Finley or Towhee certainly would.
"You look like you wanted something?" she asked the young man, stepping out of the shadows and approaching him.