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beowulf - Red Dusk - December 23, 2025
the rise called to him before he knew its name.
red dusk came out of the taiga with ash on the wind and stone beneath his pads. the mountains rose narrow and close, their ridge catching the last light. worn paths cut through steep ground, and he followed them without pause.
fire had scarred this place once. blackened trunks still stood, but grass and green pressed through the burn. a stream split the slope to the east, loud and living, and he stopped long enough to breathe it in.
burn. water. return.
something settled in his chest as he reached the ridge. not hunger. not memory. a pull he could not name.
he did not turn away.
RE: beowulf - Nowke - December 23, 2025
nowkē has not known many names in his short life. his mother’s, his father’s, those of his sisters, and the names of the places they gave him.
winsook of nova peak.
saatsine of qeya river.
darukaal of duskfire glacier.
stories of what had brought ruin to these lands. of how wide teeth in the mouths of arrogant wolves did away with peace.
nowkē is determined to establish a peace on the rise, where he has laid down his axe and sworn his own fang to the skydanser.
it’s dusk when he spots the stranger, just a flicker of red movement on the far slope. his back rises with thick bear hide and above bridgework does his lip curl, unthinking. he creeps over the ridge of the rise towards the rogue.
a flagging tail and a demanding snarl. a speechless question: what do you want?
RE: beowulf - Red Dusk - December 23, 2025
moon runner welcome to pop in whenever
red dusk does not bare his teeth.he stands his ground as the boy crests the slope, rusted coat still, shoulders squared but easy. the snarl reaches him and he answers it only with posture, weight settling through his limbs, tail lifting in a slow flag. he could press. he does not.
the feathers at his nape stir when he lowers his head. ptarmigan, redtipped and clean, bound there as proof rather than boast. he steps forward one pace, then another, close enough for breath and scent to trade between them.
he noses the air along the male’s shoulder and throat, reading where he has been, what he has chosen to leave behind. mountain peak. river cold. glacier dusk. there is steel there, and restraint. a fang laid down rather than sharpened.
red dusk turns his head slightly, offering his own scent in return. rise earth. old burn. meat taken clean.
he does not challenge the flagging tail. he does not retreat from it either.
RE: beowulf - Nowke - December 23, 2025
nowkē does not lower his tail, but he does not strike either.
the male does not approach with aggression and does not move to push against nowkē's clear defenses, and so there is no need for escalation.
stalwart beneath the stink of his bear-hide, glacier eyes bearing into the side of the red-fur's face when he sniffs along storm-tossed neck.
barely, stubbornly, redjaw answers in kind, dragging his nose along the male’s side, thick inhales of breath. drinking in what stories lay in his pelt.
satisfied, the broad yearling steps back and huffs, ice eyes frosting along the other male's complexion.
he calls for @Moon Runner.
RE: beowulf - Moon Runner - December 23, 2025
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A beckoning howl called for Moon Runner — it was the voice of the young male with ice water eyes.
She galloped across the jagged cliffs and cut between the charcoaled trunks of the Burned Place.
Another vagrant appeared, held at bay by the bearskin-wearing male.
He reminded Moon Runner’s spirit so much of Grim Tooth… but there is more. And she believed, for a moment, it is Faraway Shadow before her. They shared same protective, austere mien… and her spirit feels her trust in him grow.
Dark Spine, she thinks of him as.
The Rise lives again, the spirit said to its vessel.
Moon Runner approached the duo in a confident and relaxed way. She did not have the physical power of Wise Father, Sister, or Red Woman… but the spirit knew strength alone could not hold a people together.
A chuff to her new-kin thanked him, and Moon Runner brushed up alongside to youth to show-off their affiliation. They were pack, now. Did this newcomer wish to be apart of it too?
She measured the male. Her face was solemn, but soft, and she stepped forward as if asking for a show of deference.
Will you run with us? The spirit asked.
RE: beowulf - Red Dusk - December 23, 2025
red dusk feels her before he sees her.
white and clean against the burn, she comes with the land in her step. his tail gives a single, easy sweep, unguarded. the ptarmigan feathers at his nape stir as the air shifts.
he does not crowd the young male. he holds where he stands and turns his attention to her, pale gold eyes steady, reading the quiet strength in how she carries herself.
when she steps forward, he lowers his head first. white feather.
he angles his body open and offers his scent plain. rise earth. old fire. fresh kill.
at her question, he dips his head again, deeper. a low sound leaves his chest, warm.
yes.