Redsand Canyon "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not."

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though he had but a single point of contention in his life, stigmata had saw fit to ignore it for some time now. a costly luxury that the tungsten general felt he could afford given the quiet circumstances. the wolves of the vale had not disturbed him or diaspora aside from their incessant lingering, but this in itself was inconsequential, given both their distance and the presence of more pressing subjects...

but with the arrival of takiyok's brother, and his subsequent post as an additional guard for his young, the warwolf felt more inclined to leave his home to check on the state of his territorial affairs. he told no one where he was going, but weaved out of arrow lake with the intention of parlaying on his own with the vale founders. he had to see for himself what he thought of them -- and decide once and for all how he should go about maintaining diaspora's creed.

he was coming near to the other end of the quickly warming canyon when he spotted her: a slim, pale figure that stuck out like a sore thumb, and stood on just three legs. liri -- alone and alert, bearing the curious expressions of all explorers.

the shadow did not watch her long before starting his descent, steadily closing the distance as he wove along the thin, wind-blasted seams of redsand. "who are you?" he called to confirm, when he had come close enough to be heard without shouting, and he stalled into a poised stance as he looked her over; eyes narrowing upon the silver creature coiled about her neck like a collar. he had never seen such a thing before, but this was his first time experiencing an amputee leader as well, so he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to be most perplexed about.