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The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 03, 2025
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solharr sat alone near the edge of the quarry, his gaze distant as his large paws cradled the fox hide. the fur, once vibrant with shades of russet and cream, was now worn and weathered, yet it still held the faint trace of warmth that reminded him of her. callyope. the name lingered in his mind, heavy and bittersweet.he ran his claws gently through the fur, fingers tracing the familiar patterns that had once brushed against his side, her presence a constant comfort. her scent still clung to the hide, faint but present, a reminder of the bond they had shared. solharr’s chest tightened at the thought of her—her strength, her fire, her unwavering loyalty. but now, all that remained was this piece of her, a mere relic of a past that had slipped through his grasp like sand.
he breathed in deeply, the air around him cold, sharp, and without her warmth. it was hard, sometimes, to breathe without the weight of the absence pressing down on him. yet the fox hide—this simple thing—reminded him of who she was, who they had been. it reminded him of the promise he had made, to carry her spirit within him, to honor her memory in the strength of the pack, in the land they would build.
maybe a visit from miss @Kukutux?
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Kukutux - April 04, 2025
skins of herbs and others of meat, soft hides of caribou, and a sacred pouch of gleaming leather were among those things brought by kukutux. it had been slow going, even for a woman already slowed by age.
but at last she had come, and she moved into the quarry without reservation. it was one her eyes sought, and when she found solharr there with foxpelt in arm, her heart ached.
"ninauga!" she called out, hoping to lift him now in limb as well as spirit; "come and help!"
her eyes brightened, though for solharr also in the duck was a deep ache for callyope's absence.
but at last she had come, and she moved into the quarry without reservation. it was one her eyes sought, and when she found solharr there with foxpelt in arm, her heart ached.
"ninauga!" she called out, hoping to lift him now in limb as well as spirit; "come and help!"
her eyes brightened, though for solharr also in the duck was a deep ache for callyope's absence.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 05, 2025
solharr turns swiftly at the sound of kukutux's voice, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as he watches her approach. the weight of the foxpelt around his nape feels heavier in the moment, an offering from one of their own now gone. yet as kukutux draws nearer, solharr's eyes brighten despite the ache in his chest. the quarry was not just a place—it was a promise, a beginning, and he was not alone in that.
you’ve come,solharr says, his voice warm, the edges of his smile genuine but tempered by the thoughts of the past.
his gaze flickers to the gathered gifts—herbs, meats, sacred pouches, all of it laid before him in a testament to her care and resolve. the woman had always been steadfast.
thank you,he adds, his voice softening for a moment before he lifts his eyes to meet hers. he comes to take the burdens of weight from her shoulders, and his amazed how a woman of her age can carry so much. when he, feels like he has lost it all.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Kukutux - April 05, 2025
"i am here." sunshine words for another moonpack, though the lack of moondaughter could not be ignored.
yet kukutux had not come to dwell on that which came first.
"i will make the altar." moonwoman drew away from solharr, but motioned him on with her, lifting only the glossy pouch of fetal elk calf leather. the other things might be left where he decided; for now, only this pack mattered.
there were many places this might be set. as head of forneskja, he must choose the place, both for his people and for callyope.
yet kukutux had not come to dwell on that which came first.
"i will make the altar." moonwoman drew away from solharr, but motioned him on with her, lifting only the glossy pouch of fetal elk calf leather. the other things might be left where he decided; for now, only this pack mattered.
there were many places this might be set. as head of forneskja, he must choose the place, both for his people and for callyope.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 06, 2025
thinking here! ![[Image: 2OaH879.png]](https://i.imgur.com/2OaH879.png)
he led her toward a natural rock formation—an outcrop of jagged stone that seemed to rise out of the earth like a monument. the stones were encircled by hyacinths, their small blue flowers a soft contrast against the gray of the rocks. the scent of the flowers was calming, filling the space with a quiet stillness.this place,solharr murmured, the words almost reverent as he stepped aside to allow her to take it in.
here, beneath the hyacinths.
his eyes met hers, the weight of his responsibility pressing into his chest, yet there was something in his gaze that softened as he regarded her.
it is fitting,he added, his voice low but steady,
for the one who bore such strength and grace in life.
he stood there, unmoving for a moment, before nodding to her.
it is yours to set, moonwoman.
the ground was quiet beneath them, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the land itself was holding its breath, waiting for the decision to be made. solharr’s presence was steady, unwavering, as he offered his silent support for the moment that would connect past and future.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Kukutux - April 18, 2025
their time would be quiet.
kukutux searched amid the odd piling of stones, noting how moss grew thickly, how creeping vines twined themselves over rock. a smooth face of pale brown was cleared with some scrapings, some flicks of clawed paw.
upon this plinth, already these flowers setting their root fragrant in the air, kukutux put out three things: an aged set of caribou molars, an old, almost yellow piece of wolf-bone, and a pink shell from moontide's water.
"for earth," the molars. "for soul," the shard of wolven scapula. "for sister," the creamy oceanic light cast by that sea-pieace.
neverwinter had been given in remembering of samani. forneskja honored that here on its altar, the final wish of one founder.
"give me your paw, solharr."
kukutux searched amid the odd piling of stones, noting how moss grew thickly, how creeping vines twined themselves over rock. a smooth face of pale brown was cleared with some scrapings, some flicks of clawed paw.
upon this plinth, already these flowers setting their root fragrant in the air, kukutux put out three things: an aged set of caribou molars, an old, almost yellow piece of wolf-bone, and a pink shell from moontide's water.
"for earth," the molars. "for soul," the shard of wolven scapula. "for sister," the creamy oceanic light cast by that sea-pieace.
neverwinter had been given in remembering of samani. forneskja honored that here on its altar, the final wish of one founder.
"give me your paw, solharr."
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 18, 2025
as kukutux spoke, his gaze shifted to her, his expression unreadable, but the quiet of their time together said more than words ever could. she had always been a woman of purpose, of grounded conviction. her actions spoke of the past, the weight of tradition and memory, and in this moment, she called him to share that with her.
without hesitation, he extended his paw, setting it gently into hers. the connection between them was not just physical—it was an acknowledgment of all they carried. the shared history, the shared losses, and the unspoken bond forged in the quiet spaces between.
he stood beside her, their paws touching, the wind still around them, both an offering and a promise. solharr knew what it meant—what it meant for forneskja, for the past, and for the present they shared now. his quiet presence was his response, his way of honoring the ritual.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Kukutux - April 20, 2025
she held their extended paws together over the altar, turning the brawn of his up toward light.
"will you offer your blood to this altar, man of forneskja?"
her own arm was prepared to let.
in this way, her spirits would know him, and the strength of nuiruk too would live inside this place.
poised to make the teeth-mark, kukutux looked steadily into the man's face with understanding expression.
"will you offer your blood to this altar, man of forneskja?"
her own arm was prepared to let.
in this way, her spirits would know him, and the strength of nuiruk too would live inside this place.
poised to make the teeth-mark, kukutux looked steadily into the man's face with understanding expression.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 20, 2025
sólhárr did not flinch beneath her grip.
his paw, weathered and broad, turned under hers as she asked—not demanded, not commanded—but offered. the old rites. the old power. his eyes, glacier-blue and rimmed in amber storm, met hers steady and still. this was no act of pageantry. it was something truer.
his head dipped once—a nod, slow and solemn.
yes.
for the spirits.
for the nuiruk.
for callyope.
for all that must endure beyond them.
his body was still as stone, but within him burned the quiet vow of a man who did not fear what the blood would give.
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Kukutux - April 25, 2025
happy to fade <3
a brave man.
a man deserving. callyope had chosen well in this stoic hunter of wild forest and alpine trail.
crimson droplets in soft baubling, splashed silent among the sacred objects of the altar.
"this man comes before the spirits of nuiruk. this man gives himself in part to Sedna."
in part
She could not devour all of sólhárr.
kukutux gave a long smile as light flowed down over the scarlet trailing
a man deserving. callyope had chosen well in this stoic hunter of wild forest and alpine trail.
crimson droplets in soft baubling, splashed silent among the sacred objects of the altar.
"this man comes before the spirits of nuiruk. this man gives himself in part to Sedna."
in part
She could not devour all of sólhárr.
kukutux gave a long smile as light flowed down over the scarlet trailing
RE: The wolf that always seeks his own kind - Solharr - April 26, 2025
the sting of the altar’s offering a distant thing compared to the heavy weight he bore with such quiet grace. the blood that wept from his roughened palm was no accident, no shame — it was gift, sacrifice, oath.
he bowed his head slightly at kukutux’s words, the thick ruff of his neck trembling once with the force of breath withheld and then released.
he did not speak, for there were no words fit for this moment. instead, he pressed his wounded hand again to the altar’s worn face, letting the crimson bead anew and mingle with the sacred tokens laid there. it was a silent vow: to the nuiruk, to sedna, to the children who would know his name only by the strength of his steps and the breadth of his protection.
callyope had chosen well, kukutux said — and he would spend the breadth of his days proving her right. he would carve her faith into the marrow of mountains if he must.