October 30, 2019, 09:33 AM
(This post was last modified: November 06, 2019, 04:38 AM by RIP Praimfaya.)
happy official founding day! you only need to post once in this thread — i'll just keep this open until everyone's had a chance to reply to it — but there's no rush! i know some of your joining threads are still on-going but y'all can go ahead and reply to this. <3 edit. pp'd catalina's howl with alyssa's permission.
it is early morning when praimfaya makes her rounds on the borders — established and strong with the scents of those that have pledged themselves to her, to the idea that had been born of her mother's desire to see praimfaya to her birthright. pride swells beneath her breast as she moves along the borders, twinged even as it was by the sorrow that blodreina was not here to see what was accomplished. an impossible idea that praimfaya and those pledged to her have seen to reality. it gives praimfaya strength amidst her pride, it motivates her. to train, to become the commander that they all deserved for her to be. to be the commander blodreina had wanted her to be.
roangeda was an idea finally given life and it was time to make this theirs. to enjoy the fruits of their tireless labor. her steps slow and the worlida casts a look out at the cresting sunglow painting the horizon as it dances and chases the shadows of night, tips her head back and officially stakes their claim, hoping that the kru gathered: @Dacio, @Ingram, @Opalia, @Aleks, @Henwen, @Catalina and @Evermore would join her in song.
it is not long before she hears catalina's song join her's in the distance, sure to be followed by others.
October 30, 2019, 01:36 PM
The message is clear from their Worlida, the call of a claim ringing over the lands. He thought for a moment that he would go back to business but...that wouldn't be right. He had stuck around and guarded Praimfaya as he could — was her Setnes. His social circle might be small but he would let his presence be known upon their claiming day.
Head tilted back as he let out a short, deep call to further solidify their presence. Surely other kru would join in soon.
Head tilted back as he let out a short, deep call to further solidify their presence. Surely other kru would join in soon.
While the rise of Roangeda brought forth the anticipation of a new beginning for its wolves, Dacio could not help the quiet consideration for what it meant for him. There was an emptiness in the hollow of his chest to hear Praimfaya's voice echo over their land, a numbness in him as he maintained his silence to listen as each howl lifted to join the announcement of their future Wanheda.
This is it, he thought fiercely, as squeezed shut, it's time to let go.
This was both exciting and agonising. It was bittersweet, and Dacio felt the weight of his emotion as his thoughts turned to the name he'd so desperately clung to. He remembered the pride in his mother's eyes at her son's ascension, the jealousy his sisters harboured at such an achievement. Drakru was everything to him: a connection to his father, to his comrades who once roamed the cliffs, to a pack and Heda he'd have given his life for.
Dacio turned his muzzle skyward, breathed deep the crisp morning air as he tried to remind himself that although Drageda had fallen, it would live on in he and @Opalia. It would forever belong in their weary hearts, from which pieces would always be left on the cliffs they'd been born to.
When Dacio's own proud song joined that of his packmates, he did so not as Drageda's Gona but as Roangeda's Klikalida.
He did so as Dacio Roankru.
This is it, he thought fiercely, as squeezed shut, it's time to let go.
This was both exciting and agonising. It was bittersweet, and Dacio felt the weight of his emotion as his thoughts turned to the name he'd so desperately clung to. He remembered the pride in his mother's eyes at her son's ascension, the jealousy his sisters harboured at such an achievement. Drakru was everything to him: a connection to his father, to his comrades who once roamed the cliffs, to a pack and Heda he'd have given his life for.
Dacio turned his muzzle skyward, breathed deep the crisp morning air as he tried to remind himself that although Drageda had fallen, it would live on in he and @Opalia. It would forever belong in their weary hearts, from which pieces would always be left on the cliffs they'd been born to.
When Dacio's own proud song joined that of his packmates, he did so not as Drageda's Gona but as Roangeda's Klikalida.
He did so as Dacio Roankru.
"Trigedasleng" "common"
November 02, 2019, 12:39 AM
(This post was last modified: November 02, 2019, 01:28 AM by Opalia.)
In the chill of the crisp early morning, Praimfaya lifted her voice in song to announce the culmination of their efforts as one whole, Roangeda. This welled a nice share of satisfaction in the yearling warrior's chest; finally, something worthwhile, and while not as coastal as her picturesque future may have been, it was tangible and present.
Yet bittersweet, indeed. The weight of it not lost on her, Opalia paused, having only just begun for the day herself and swung her ears to the voices that soared. Other kru joined in, the message gained its power, and she couldn't yet rush headlong to join them--not immediately. It was Dacio's affirmation she needed first, and absolutely foremost.
But in the very instant she heard his voice proclaim it so as well, she was there to join him--always, in holding together and letting go..
Her own note gained strength as it went, testament to her still-settling.. adjusting, growing.. but, it was now to be her everything, despite the fruitless siren's song to the cliffs she still swore she heard dimly past everything else. She was willing herself to know, undoubtedly, that this was going to be the right choice for them both; so far, it certainly had been and for once, more than before in quite some time, their future had some backbone to it. This marked a turning point, and she was determined to see it be one for the best.
When she lowered her nose to let silence settle, her piece said to crisen them as one, she kicked up a slow lope towards the outskirts to patrol to rove on more to see what else the day might have for her.
Yet bittersweet, indeed. The weight of it not lost on her, Opalia paused, having only just begun for the day herself and swung her ears to the voices that soared. Other kru joined in, the message gained its power, and she couldn't yet rush headlong to join them--not immediately. It was Dacio's affirmation she needed first, and absolutely foremost.
But in the very instant she heard his voice proclaim it so as well, she was there to join him--always, in holding together and letting go..
Her own note gained strength as it went, testament to her still-settling.. adjusting, growing.. but, it was now to be her everything, despite the fruitless siren's song to the cliffs she still swore she heard dimly past everything else. She was willing herself to know, undoubtedly, that this was going to be the right choice for them both; so far, it certainly had been and for once, more than before in quite some time, their future had some backbone to it. This marked a turning point, and she was determined to see it be one for the best.
When she lowered her nose to let silence settle, her piece said to crisen them as one, she kicked up a slow lope towards the outskirts to patrol to rove on more to see what else the day might have for her.
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