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turmoil & tinfoil - Hex - January 08, 2025
He'd wrangled his way out of the sisters' clutches. Unsure how—one moment, they had him, the next. . .
Anyway. he was free.
Free to check his mountain, which he did. . .only to find the scent trails of Lorcan and Envy going elsewhere. And Dreven—cut off, on a sharp precipice. He did not need to be some kind of genius to figure that one out.
So Shadow Ridge was no more.
He wandered back down, the weight of loneliness like a yoke 'round his neck and shoulders. He gazed at the sap upon these trees—
Like blood, he thought, shaking his head. Perhaps that was fanciful on his part. Or a figment of his wild imagination. He didn't care to test it.
Instead, Hex continued to skirt the border of the forest, aimlessly wandering.
RE: turmoil & tinfoil - Nox - January 08, 2025
HELLO and sorry for bad writing I'm coming back from a break
Murkwood grew stronger, and with it grew Noxir's ego. He could let it slide if most who joined his ranks were outsiders or runaways, outcasts and wolves with nowhere else to go. That was how every crew began, and the phantom was more than pleased to draw more to his cause.
Like this one here.
Amber eyes watched from the treeline as a shadow of a man traipsed near. Though he could not tell much from such a distance, there was something in the way the stranger carried himself that piqued the captain's curiosity, and so he sidled to interrupt his wanderings with a toothy grin and an amicable chuff. "Goin' somewhere?"
RE: turmoil & tinfoil - Hex - January 10, 2025
NOT bad writing and never apologize!
The man that came blended well within these dark woods, being made of shades of dark brown. He emerged from the shadows and Hex started a bit, but managed to compose himself before the question reached his ears. Gold met fire as he found the other's gaze.
Nowhere in particular,he replied, shrugging. He jerked his chin toward the forest at large, and asked,
Is this your place?
Too late, his nose found traces of scent markings—though he could pick out no more than one or two individuals, one of them this stranger. Setting up shop, maybe; he remembered when the Ridge's claim had been shaky—
Well, when had it not been so?
Shadow Ridge had existed upon a knife's edge, its reign tumbled sideways all too soon.