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whole lotta love - Cole - January 23, 2025 finding those tokens! attn: @Ameline ; got the conch, bluejay skull, bluejay feathers as well as hawk and crow.
The rogue needed time away. He needed the solitude, craved it, and found himself on the stretch of land near the rivers that flowed from the open ocean, little to his knowledge. Whilst the water ran salt free, there had been trinkets that washed upon the riverbed shores. A conch shell. He thought Winslet would like it. The curves of the shell, the shape, how it smelled so densely of salt and crustaceans. He knew that atop her injuries, she missed home. But he was determined to make this home for her, and not a place of nightmares. Of fear. Though it is he who is feared. It is @Tvar who is feared. Picking up the shell with his teeth, lodged firm in his gentle, but haughty grasp, he'd turn back to the woods. Lingering there, on the treeline, had been a skull. Small, bird like, beak still intact with the spine still ebbing from the apex. A blue jay. Vermin birds. He raised a lip, but picked it up as well. Ameline may like this. She kind of liked these symbolic things. Lucky for him, there'd been bluejay feathers along side it. Tucked away from where the wind could sweep them away in their current. He took those, too. There were other feathers that he'd picked up along his way back. A lot of them. He looked like a bird himself! RE: whole lotta love - Ameline - January 23, 2025 Whilst the rogue searched for tokens that might eventually be given out to his packmates, Ameline searched for the one that would be presented to the man when he earned his promotion. It only felt right, after all, that the token for a wolf of higher ranks be found by the leadership. Two skulls would need to be found, or sourced- finding one would be trickier, but it would mean that the bones would potentially already be cleaned. Fortunately, Ameline knew she had slain a fox once, in the valley- and had buried its remains before they could stink. She’d scuffled through top layers of soil for a few days until she found a patch where the earth smelled more musty. Eventually, she unearthed it- and while it was full of earth and its jaw was frozen shut, she knew it would be useable. She would clean and prepare it herself. She stashed it in her den, and feeling that her mission had been successful, she sought out Cole, with the intention of an update on Winslet’s health- only to find him sporting a variety of colours, borrowed from the feathers he had tucked into his fur. Go with the blue,She said, lifting a paw to point to one of the blue jay feathers. It compliment-th the warm colourth in your fur.She chuckled. RE: whole lotta love - Cole - January 23, 2025 He didn't intend to stumble upon the Regina, but her presence was a welcome one. He now found himself enjoying the company of both of them, not just as leaders, but as some sorta...friends. It was the first time his face chalked up a smile within the past few days, too. Thought they'd be good, uh, trinkets...totems,he said, glancing down at the skull he placed before her feet. The shell lingered there, too, but he may have been...more than partial to keep that for himself. It would be up to the Regina, though. Take my mind off of...everythin'. |