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cottonmouth - Aegaeon - April 28, 2025
His furs were cleaner than they'd been in months, free of all traces of mud and debris. Aegaeon licked his chest a few more times for good measure and approached the border of the pack. He cast a critical eye beyond, studying all that he could see from here.
A small pack, but it would do. If they would have him. He howled to announce himself, to bring them to meet him if they would. Then he waited.
RE: cottonmouth - Valiant - April 28, 2025
He would never regret tying himself to Vairë — not if they lived to be one-hundred — but turning six had left him feeling just a little sheepish. He wasn't a young man anymore, and despite her illness, Valiant thought Vairë must still have a few more good years ahead of her.
It was a laborious climb to the borders; he paused to return the howl when he realized he wouldn't be zipping to the source of the call the way that he used to. It was that leg, still; it'd healed, but some days, it still pained him in a way that made him want to drag his feet. He pushed himself, anyway, and arrived not too late and not too out of breath. And, when he did arrive, it was just so that he could feel silly over thinking about his age. For the wolf before him made him feel almost like a boy again.
It'd been a long time since he'd seen a man who looked so... pretty.
"You've come to Moonglow," he said. Mild and quiet-like, if only to hide the strain he'd put on his body to get there. "Somethin' we can do for you?"
RE: cottonmouth - Arrluk - April 29, 2025
The man at their border was a tall figure, lean and dressed in blonde and reds with a steely eye.
Arrluk was thankful for Valiant's presence here as Arrluk himself came there after. His mood was a sour one, though Arrluk held this within.
Welcome to the village Moonglow.The whale-wolf start with this, stopping at Valiant's side. Happy to have him take the mantle on this as Arrluk quietly assessed the visitor.
It was an odd thing. The young wolf had always thought Valiant and Vaire would take the leadership when the time came. Vaire had trained under Moonwoman for this. Perhaps one day she still might.
RE: cottonmouth - Aegaeon - April 29, 2025
Blackwood-Mayfair to his bones, the young wolf straightened considerably under the eye of a pale wolf whose bearing spoke of seniority. A polite dip of his head, though it rankled, as he listened to the oddly-accented words. He'd never heard someone speak that way: plodding and clumsy, as if around a mouthful of rocks. As if this wolf had learned the language of his people secondhand through a bear with pharyngitis.
More disconcerting: the second wolf to arrive spoke in much the same way. Aegaeon hesitated only for a moment before offering the same deferential dip of his head to this man, too.
Moonglow,he repeated in his own sharp, melodic tones, distinctly aware of the difference.
I've traveled far in search of the right place to lay my loyalties. Would you tell me more about your Moonglow? Your way of living, your people, and if a stranger might find his place among you.
RE: cottonmouth - Valiant - April 30, 2025
Valiant's posture adjusted only just barely when Arrluk arrived, at least in part as an after-thought. His feelings on the young male's ascension were not complex, but he, too, had not imagined that the whale wolf might one day be his superior in this way. He had no problem with it — this was Arrluk's birthright, after all — but it was taking a bit of getting used to. So, while he greeted the other man with warmth, there was a short beat before he let his tail droop a fraction in deference to the younger man.
Just a fraction, though. It was impossible to relax much more with a stranger standing in front of them. Even if said stranger spoke prettily indeed.
And he'd hoped it might be this— a stranger in search of a home, rather than another bearer of bad news. Stealing a glance at Arrluk, he wondered (privately!) just how much more bad news could be borne by the wolves of Moonglow. And, looking back at the stranger, he wondered (far more transparently) if he wouldn't make bad news of himself by the end of it.
It was getting more and more difficult to trust strangers.
"Many have," he replied, not unkindly, "Though they don't stay strangers for long if they wanna stick around. Why don't we start with names? I'm Valiant, and this is Arrluk."
RE: cottonmouth - Arrluk - April 30, 2025
The man straightened before them. Holding himself with dignity and a dip of his head given to each in show of respect. Arrluk allowed his own white chin to lower, listening as he spoke proper, if not lordly.
Yes, many have found respite among our villages.They had always been an accepting people. His mother far more often then not allowing a chance of those from all place and culture among them. If the land did not take to him or even if he found himself close to someone of another village, there was little stipulation when it came to settling from one to another and their borders between had always been open to each.
We are a humble people of hunters and fishers. Tradesmen come to our village for our pelts and dried meats. Others too receive training of healing, or to be matched...His voice trails here and although he did not speak of their cultures so much as their veneration of the spirits, the sharing of their working songs, creation of alters... He felt like he had shared enough. To learn of their ways would mean to walk among them. To learn with lessons and actions, not just spoken words.
Many things left unsaid still. He thought how many came to these lands simply to learn from Moonwoman herself, who was no more. Their great healer, who also traveled lands during birthing season to share her knowledge. The spirit names shared only with mother to child. The woman circles Arrluk could not know of to speak of it.
Though he did not show it, his heart felt as though it were being squeezed in his chest. Just four days after his parent's deaths, the feeling of loss felt far heavier now.