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[*] The move - Solharr - April 03, 2025
thank you ebony for making us a map!
solharr stood at the front of the pack, his broad shoulders cutting through the early morning mist as he led them towards the quarry. the scent of stone and earth thickened in the air as they drew closer to the rocky outcrop, the land beneath them rough and untamed.this will be ours,solharr’s voice carried on the wind, firm but not forceful, as he glanced back to ensure they followed. his amber eyes swept over his pack, resting on each face, meeting the eyes of those who trusted him to lead.
the stone remembers,he continued, his words like a quiet oath,
here, we will stand. no ghosts of the past will haunt us, only the future we will carve from the earth itself.
he paused as they reached the base of the quarry, his gaze lingering on the jagged stones, the towering cliffs that surrounded them.
this is where we build,he said, his voice low but resolute.
and here, we will be more than we were.turning his back to the pack, solharr’s figure became a silhouette against the rising sun, casting long shadows over the land.
make it home.
RE: [*] The move - Rhaena - April 03, 2025
Rhaena felt the excitement flutter in her chest, a warmth that spread through her limbs like the first light of dawn stretching across the horizon. She had chosen to follow, to belong, and now, standing close to Pangur, she felt the weight of that choice settle in her bones; not as a burden, but as something grounding, something right.
The air was thick with the scent of earth and stone, each breath she took filled with the promise of something new. Her paws moved over the rough terrain with an eagerness she did not try to contain, relishing the way the ground felt solid beneath her. This place, this quarry, was wild and untamed, but it would be theirs.
Her gaze lifted, drinking in the sight of Solharr, his words settling over them like an unspoken vow. The stone remembers. Rhaena did not know what history had been carved into these cliffs before them, but she knew what they would leave behin; stories, lives entwined, a home built from the dust and echoes of the past.
The shadow girl turned her head slightly, catching Pangur in her periphery, the golden hue of her coat warm even in the dim morning light. There was no hesitation in her heart, no fear of what lay ahead; only the steady hum of belonging.
RE: [*] The move - Fleur - April 03, 2025
There it was—the Quarry. And it was theirs… hers.
It was home.
Tears welled in her eyes. She belonged here—she could feel it. Deep in her bones stirred the warmth Solharr had placed there, and it called to this place of stone and earth. For too long, she had felt adrift, lost in a sea without direction. But this place—this place was solid. Unmoving. Resilient. A place to drop anchor.
No sooner had Solharr spoken the words to make this their home that her feet moved, as if with purpose of their own. She slipped past the others, offering each a brief smile, hoping that one day she’d know their names and hear their stories.
But for now, she did as Solharr had asked, a soft smile sent his way as she passed him. She made herself at home—and danced as if the gods themselves had sent their songs to her on the winds. Her own song rose into the air, a plea to be heard and accepted by the gods.
The sun would soon rise in full, and life would begin.
RE: [*] The move - Anoana - April 03, 2025
Their travels were not a long one. A shepherd guiding his flock.
The decent was not an easily made one. At least, it would not be so for those not accustom to scaling the treacherous ice and rock of the north.
Engir draugar lengur.The words whispered off her lips, an echoing of Solharr's own.
Her pale eyes sweep those gathered and Anoana takes a deep breath of her new - home. She had found home again.
RE: [*] The move - Raedwulf - April 06, 2025
his breath leaves him slow and even as his eyes sweep the cliffs, the ledges, the deep bowl of the quarry. it reminds him of old keeps. of long walks through the hills of his youth, where wind howled and stone never cracked.
he watches sólhárr as he speaks. hears only pieces of it—home, stone, ghosts. enough. the chieftain’s voice is sure. the man leads with conviction. that is all raedwulf needs.
he moves forward, just a few steps, until he finds a space of level earth and scarred stone. this would do.
RE: [*] The move - Pangur - April 14, 2025
Pangur walks behind Solharr, a steadfast shadow for the Hárkonungr, to follow in his steps wherever they might have lead. Normally, she was happy to move on, she'd spent her life doing so, and so somewhere along the way it had become as natural as breathing, but this time she finds herself reluctant, so attached she had become to the forest, the homely glade they'd made their own. The beauty of the place is not lost on her, towering walls of stone, the stories of time etched into each banded layer; and that alone soldified it as somewhere old and sacred. She would adapt. She always did.
There was still much to be done. They must make this place their own, forge something new from the ashes of a dwindling forneskja. A rebirth, here in this rocky cradle in the earth. Pangur would have to get to work.
There was still much to be done. They must make this place their own, forge something new from the ashes of a dwindling forneskja. A rebirth, here in this rocky cradle in the earth. Pangur would have to get to work.