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Luneshale Pass verde - Printable Version +- Wolf RPG (https://wolf-rpg.com) +-- Forum: In Character: Roleplaying (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=5) +--- Forum: Archives (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11) +--- Thread: Luneshale Pass verde (/showthread.php?tid=64546) |
verde - Soto - January 15, 2025 for saleem!! set for yesterday if that is ok. tags are for reference <3
he's managed to wrangle @Saleem from his brother long enough for the pair to scout luneshale. in the coming days ahead, he wants to make certain this place is safe -- particularly given @Leto's condition. when he and @Fiamma first returned, little of the green survived the harsh winters here. soto's learned that this place is hardens off faster than home -- ironically, he's come to hate snow. he pans his gaze to saleem once as they enter the territory, his posture saying what words cannot: be vigilant. RE: verde - Saleem - January 15, 2025 works for me!
Saleem remained wary of the strange-talking wolf who had violated him. Maybe not in the worst way possible, but certainly in a way. He had not enjoyed the experience, but what was he to do? Sylianos was still healing, and they needed to eat. Whatever task had been assigned to him, Saleem had not completed it, having misunderstood the assignment or completely disregarded it was unknown. But that didn't matter now, it seemed. There was another task that he could understand. They were here to scout things out. Words, it seemed, were less important when it came to basic needs. This need was to seek and observe. Saleem was fairly proficient at those things. RE: verde - Soto - January 15, 2025 entirely unaware of the interior conflict brewing in saleem's brain, soto breathes in the crisp air. he cannot put words to it: it's an inexplicit sense of freedom. success. triumph. the taste almost as sweet as sex; knowing he's drawn the blood of his enemies and routed them. committed them wholesale to some other echelon, among the unreachable dead. he laughs into the frisking wind, the cold air a torrent down his throat. and then he throws himself into a ranging gallop, surveying the lay of the land as saleem's figure fades behind him. |