Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

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The greyscale male came into view against the monochrome backdrop around him — and though he would never know it for once his monochromacy portrayed the other male's colors accurately — and Kjalarr's steps slowed to a halt, his muzzle lifting to inhale the air surrounding the other. He was a stranger but Allure's scent mingled heavily with his own. This roused some suspicion within Kjalarr who fancied himself into the role as one of Allure's big brothers. In all the ways that mattered he supposed that he was one of her big brothers. The Frostfur's (with the exception of Floki, of course) were the only family that Kjalarr had left these days. Though he had met with a daughter of Ragnar that claimed to be his eldest littermate Kjalarr still did not remember her and his memory or lack thereof mattered for their meeting had not ended on good terms. Unsurprising to Kjalarr who had accepted that there was something about him that would make his siblings through Ragnar resent him. Whatever the reason Kjalarr didn't care to investigate

“Hello,” Kjalarr greeted the other male with a dip of his head. Without Scimitar's presence to rank them Kjalarr was unsure of where they stood in the hierarchy and so settled for equality without anything distinctive to pull from. “I am Kjalarr,” He introduced himself and hesitated for a moment adding, “er Jorunn. I have long since shed that name but it is the name that my family knows me by. With more pressing and important matters at hand it seemed like an ill time to bring it up.” Eventually he would bring it up but not today and maybe not even in the foreseeable future. Yet it was worth mentioning if only because on the off chance Allure had mentioned him she would have used “Jorunn”.

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