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noble blood - Astier - November 09, 2025
After a fleeting encounter upon the windswept shore, Astier turned inland. His first instinct had been to seek the glacier, to scour its frozen silence for any lingering trace of the Kaan or the remnants of his old faction. Yet his broad strides carried him elsewhere, as though guided by some unseen hand. The sea’s cold embrace, that unplanned fall into the depths, he took as an omen: the glacier was no longer his to chase. His path, it seemed, lay beyond.
The pale wraith pressed onward, skirting the edge of a dense forest until the trees gave way to the still breath of a marsh. His silver eye swept the landscape, mapping every shadow, every ripple of water and reed. He would rest here for a while, let the earth’s quiet murmur steady him, before pressing south once more.
RE: noble blood - Miska - November 19, 2025
When Miska ran out of valley, he continued north in search of herds. The day had not yet come when prey sat pretty like fat dumplings in warm soup, bumping against the bowl's invisible edge and waiting for death.
When that day came, he would know to lay his head down and ask to be ended.
Elk were trickling into Dawnlark Plains, where a persistent wind rushed the clouds by and kept the snow from building up in winter. He would assess the gathered animals again on his way home, and continued on.
He saw no wolves until his eyes landed on Astier. The stocky male was bright as a beacon against the grey-brown autumn landscape. There was a stagnant smell about the place.
Miska prowled closer, making no effort to hide the squelching sound of his steps. The stranger seemed to be considering the marsh as a place to lay down his pack for the day.
"Ssss! Bracie!" the black wolf hooted, rearing up to place his paws in a fallen log. His shark grin shone bright. "You make stop? If you helping, I give you good deal on next meal - very fat, very slow. Simples peasy for two strong mans." There was a trickle of young and elderly that stretched north from the plains, and Misha was hungry.
RE: noble blood - Astier - November 29, 2025
Silence was a currency Astier spent wisely; this stranger seemed intent on squandering it.
The Wraith did not startle at the sound of squelching mud, nor did he flinch at the hooting call that cut through the marsh’s stagnant air. Instead, he turned with fluid, deliberate slowness, his silver gaze fixing upon the source of the noise. The black wolf was a blot of ink against the dying brown of the reeds, a creature of noise and teeth rearing up on a log as if addressing an audience rather than a solitary traveler.
Astier remained still, his white coat stark against the gloom, a statue carved from ice and dropped into the muck. He assessed the stranger’s posture, the ‘shark grin,’ the careless confidence. This was not a wolf of discipline, but perhaps he was a wolf of opportunity.
The mention of a meal, however, pierced through Astier's reserve. The sea had been a harsh mistress, and the journey inland had burned reserves he had not yet replenished. He looked past the grinning male, toward the horizon where the stranger claimed the herds waited, then brought his cool gaze back to the dark figure on the log.
„You possess a loud voice for a hunter,” Astier noted, his tone low, dry, and devoid of humor. It was a statement of fact, not an insult. He shifted his stance, turning his body fully toward the north, signaling a willingness to engage, if only for the sake of survival.
„But my belly is empty, and I have no quarrel with a full plate,” he continued, his silver gaze narrowing slightly as he measured the other wolf's strength. „If they are as slow as you say, I will lend my teeth to your cause. Lead the way.”