Blacktail Deer Plateau master of tides
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Ooc — Victoria
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It did not take long for someone to arrive upon the scene, though in fact, Sionn was left feeling a little startled by how nearly instantaneous the girl had arrived after his howl had ended. It felt like nearly as soon as his eyes had refocused upon the lands within the claimed borders that she had materialized as if by some sort of unseen magic. In reality, the d'Erom understood that it was very likely she had not been that far away and had been heading his way before his howl had risen into the crisp winter air. Sionn felt his body posture change in accordance to her dominant posture, feeling the weight of her stare upon him. Surely, she couldn't have been a leader — for she was too young! Or so that was what he thought, at any rate. She appeared to be about his age, if not a little older, but then again perhaps packs here worked differently than Starlit Cove had. In Starlit Cove children did not run around asserting dominance, a rule in which Sionn was only too happy to follow. He was too wrapped up in his own imagination to care much for his standing in the hierarchy — a personality trait he had seemed to inherit from his father, Finley. To the young d'Erom life was full of so much more than rank, which was not something that you could take with you when you died. It was just a title and he did not put much stock in such things, never had and likely never would. He just wanted to live and have adventures; very simplistic way of thinking, and childish.

I'm not after anything, He responded in a soft murmur to her demand, though he supposed in the next second that wasn't exactly true. I was hoping I could speak to a leader about maybe joining. Somehow, it made a difference to him: hoping and 'being after something' felt like two very different things to him, even if they coincided within the same vein. One felt like demanding, like he expected something, while the other suggested that he did not. If it happened, then it did, and if it didn't then, oh well, it didn't. He wasn't going to be fussed or insulted about it, either way.

Messages In This Thread
master of tides - by Sionn - January 31, 2015, 08:12 AM
RE: master of tides - by Saēna - February 01, 2015, 03:14 PM
RE: master of tides - by Sionn - February 08, 2015, 07:35 AM
RE: master of tides - by Saēna - February 08, 2015, 08:17 PM