Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

short post is short and poopy. :-(

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Kjalarr listened as Shrike told his story offering the other male his respectful and rapt attention, admittedly, just as curious to hear his story as Cypress was. Kjalarr tended to be a selfish beast most of the time but that did not mean that he was not curious and interested in the origins of other’s. Knowing his pack mates could only serve to benefit him. He already knew the Frostfur’s via his adoption into their family but all the others of Neverwinter Forest were unknowns to the viking and this could be the start to remedy that. To get to know them and offer them the chance to get to know him, in turn. Cypress spoke then, as Shrike’s story was more for his benefit that Kjalarr’s own, asking the other male some questions. And then came the question that was likely on everyone’s mind though it drew a wince from the Viking who heard the pain in his younger brother’s voice and his ears slicked back to rest lightly against the strong crown of his skull, his weight shifting from paw to paw. “Someone will have to step up,” Kjalarr spoke the words gently. He’d considered it, considered taking the throne if only because he had experience. “Not to take Scimitar’s place, of course. No one can ever replace our father,” Kjalarr assured Cypress, his gaze flickering from the young boy to Shrike and then back again. “but Neverwinter needs a leader.” Or else all the work Scimitar put into Neverwinter Forest would be for naught and would go to ruin. Kjalarr wasn't willing to idly stand by and see that happen even if his plan to ascend was unpopular.

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