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wasteland, baby! - Chagak - April 30, 2025
In such a short span of time, Chagak had lost everything. The weight of it had hung heavy on his shoulders even when he'd had a very good reason for living close by his side. His sister's presence had meant everything to him — but he'd lost track of @Puffin some time ago. His searching had come to nothing. He felt that the only thing he could do now was continue to leave his scent makings upon their old borders and hope that she found her way back to him.
Still. It was in terrible shame that he returned to these wilds. He'd spent all of one night at the plateau, where he discovered that it held far too many nightmares for him. So he'd ranged inland, fleeing the coast despite the strong pull it had on his heart. Through the empty woodland where his uncle had once been chief.
Straight into a new scent; one that he'd not encountered before.
Without pausing to think, the scarred young man raised his voice in want of an audience. He was too young yet to have become wise, but even he understood that he'd been alone with his thoughts for far too long.
RE: wasteland, baby! - Anoana - April 30, 2025
feel free to skip around me once Sólhárr arrives! I'll pop a post in as needed.
A young man strided along the outskirts of their borders, calling to the wolves of old northern ways from within. It was with a curious step did Anoana come along to the call, despite a lack of place as guard among her packmates. They were still new to this quarry and Anoana would fill the roles where needed, at least until Sólhárr could make his own presence and judgement here.
Welcome to Forneskja, ungur úlfur.She greets with a small, yet warming smile as she continues to stride closer towards him and their borders.
RE: wasteland, baby! - Fleur - May 01, 2025
Ever the restless spirit, Fleur danced down to the edges of their borders, a want to explore propelling her. There was a freedom in her movements, a lightness in her step as the winds curled around her. Their whispering songs following her as she adventured along their borders.
What she did not realize was that her outing would not involve an adventure beyond, but rather something closer to home. A stranger’s call turned her attention, an unknown scent mixing with that of one of Forneskja. She padded quickly, not knowing what she would come upon when she found their sources.
Eyes of sunstone soon landed on two figures: a young stranger, draped in silvers and grays, and a Forneskja woman, clad in earth tones. She had not met this one yet, and though it probably would have been best if they had prior to this confrontation with a stranger, but it’ll have to do!
Hello, there!A quick bounce down from the Quarry’s ridge and she was upon them, a bright, warm smile for them both.
Who do we have here? A young stranger, it seems.
Echoing the female’s words she welcomed him, her eyes dancing, assessing.
Welcome. What brings you to Forneskja?
RE: wasteland, baby! - Chagak - May 14, 2025
Two strangers appeared to him. Chagak was disappointed, despite not knowing who he'd expected to meet here. A cautious, "I am glad to be welcome," was his response as his eyes bounced between them. One looked to him almost like a kinswoman, and the other, more like a snow-white angel. Neither of them, however, evoked any real familiarity in the young man. He had never met them, and he did not believe they shared blood.
And they spoke strange words. Intriguing, but still cold and foreign to his hurting ears, his aching heart. He was wistful for a moment, mourning whatever reception he had hoped for even as he warmed to this new company.
"My name is Chagak, son of the seal hunter, Chakliux. We lived there, upon the plateau, but the lodges have been empty for many moons."
He had sat for long minutes and cried at the hollow feel of them.
"Is this a place where I might rest?" he asked, kindling his hope once more. "I want to move among the living."
RE: wasteland, baby! - Ezra - May 23, 2025
ezra is not the first to arrive but the stoneson suspects he will be the last. if solharr is around he is distant, and though their leader owes him nothing the distance bothers ezra. a nod of his head is given to anoana — of whom he does not know except in brief passings — and then to fleur.
golden gaze settles upon the stranger, chagak he calls himself. a glimpse is spared to his packmates, weighing the pros and cons of the words that are about to spill from his lips.
if our leader lingers here he is distanced,having seen hardly hide nor hair of him in recent weeks leaves ezra to make his assumptions, wrong or right.
but you may rest here.ezra offers chagak the same offer he'd been given many moons ago.
offer vhat help you can, vhile you do so.