Neverwinter Forest the wolverine explores

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The Doctore had ventured South after his ...conversation with Citali. The news that the earthen colored Amazon had bore him did not bode well. While Skagos could not claim that he particularly cared about Tezcacoatl — because he couldn't without telling a bold faced lie and while he was not opposed to fibbing per say such a thing was nothing he had a desire to lie about — Skagos could not say for sure what the news of her son's death would do to Quetzalcoatl. She had accepted that she'd lost him in the mental sense but to actually lose him? Would it be worse for her, or would it finally allow her to make peace with the tragedy that befell him? Skagos didn't know, couldn't pretend to know his elder sister's mind that well. They had not socialized except to give and receive commands, and the Queen of Coatl's Rise had never acknowledged him as her sibling any more than their mother had acknowledged him as her son. Skagos supposed that to consider the alternative (being killed and eaten) made being ignored look like he'd won the lottery.

Further south the Gladiator pushed, reveling in the tug and pull of sinew beneath is gunmetal grey coat. His steps were heavy against the ground, carrying the large beast forward, though he destination remained unknown to him. He had passed the borders of several packs to get to this point, this forest with towering evergreens, but did not feel the impulse to investigate further. He had yet to decide his course: if he would go or stay in these Teekon Wilds. Someone had to return to Quetzalcoatl and give her the grave news that he now carried but he had already determined that it would not be him. Not out of cowardice, but because she deserved to hear it from someone she trusted more than him, from someone that had been close to Tezcacoatl and Skagos had never been — for good reason. Would the false prince have been left in his reach without the presence of the women Skagos would have torn his jugular from his throat. Tezcacoatl had been a threat to everything the Amazons stood for, and should have been thrown into the pits, made a slave. Blood wasn't enough to call a male a prince, to protect him from his only birthright — and if it was then certiantly no one had given the memo to Cihuacoatl when she'd been pregnant with Skagos.

In the wake of what he believed to be Tezcacoatl's death, however, Skagos knew that eventually he would have to let his festering resentment die. A soft inhale was taken, the sharp scent of pine flooding the Gladiator's senses as he attempted to ward off any form of decision making. He still had time. Time to explore around and sate his curiosity a bit more; which he intended to do as he pushed further into the confines of Neverwinter Forest, frosted blue gaze focused upon his path as he shrugged through the obstacles the untamed forest threw in his path.