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Ooc — Raven Marie
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December 19, 2016, 04:40 PM
(This post was last modified: December 19, 2016, 06:20 PM by Ishild.)
She had skirted every last inch of the Teekon Wilds (and many parts outside it) over the time since Caiaphas' dissapearance -- this was what was going through Ishild Cairn's mind as she approached the bay she knew @Skellige ruled -- and now stalked up to the ring of black rocks, licking her jaws irritably and howling for the Leviathan.
Kesnia was nowhere to be found.
The Stingray demanded her to lie in wait and strike when the time was right; she'd blended into the background well, traversing the Teekon's as her brother bid her, learning the land and seeking any sort of sign that their cold-hearted sibling was anywhere close, but to no avail. Had she taken a different route and been in the Hinterlands last, she might've caught the snowy womans fading scent from the last time she was there, but she hadn't been there in some weeks and she couldn't possibly guess where the snowy Cairn would go. This led the ashen Cairn to believe Kesnia was gone, but Skellige could either be thrilled with this lack of news or react badly for it.
Pacing a yard or two from the line of stones, the graceful woman grumbled to herself as she awaited her brothers company -- what would he have her do? Was there room in his pack for her -- without information on Kesnia, he was not likely to give her any sort of power -- or would he send her off again? Did he have another mission for her?
How long would she keep trying to gain power here in Blackrock before she consitered it no longer worth her time?
Kesnia was nowhere to be found.
The Stingray demanded her to lie in wait and strike when the time was right; she'd blended into the background well, traversing the Teekon's as her brother bid her, learning the land and seeking any sort of sign that their cold-hearted sibling was anywhere close, but to no avail. Had she taken a different route and been in the Hinterlands last, she might've caught the snowy womans fading scent from the last time she was there, but she hadn't been there in some weeks and she couldn't possibly guess where the snowy Cairn would go. This led the ashen Cairn to believe Kesnia was gone, but Skellige could either be thrilled with this lack of news or react badly for it.
Pacing a yard or two from the line of stones, the graceful woman grumbled to herself as she awaited her brothers company -- what would he have her do? Was there room in his pack for her -- without information on Kesnia, he was not likely to give her any sort of power -- or would he send her off again? Did he have another mission for her?
How long would she keep trying to gain power here in Blackrock before she consitered it no longer worth her time?
December 21, 2016, 10:50 AM
(This post was last modified: December 31, 2016, 09:30 PM by Szymon.)
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First Jagoda, now Ishild.
The black-masked tactician was a good ally to have, and Szymon greeted her appearance with considerably more excitement than he had Jagoda’s. His long legs snapped into a light jog as he made his way to the territory borders, wild pale fur tousled and crusted with salt. He was a different wolf than the Szymon Ishild had once known, made evident by the new confidence that limned his still-lean but significantly sturdier musculature. Still, the irrational but understandable fear that being around his littermates would force him back down the latter into a position of disgrace quickened the drumming of his heart as he came to a stop about two yards away from the fel-eyed female. He stood quietly, his tail and head lifted proudly, much different from the skulking, avoidant creature he had been. His agitation was not evident by the stoic expression on his face, but it that turned his stuttering tongue to stone and careened haphazardly through his rib cage. From his tight-lipped mouth emerged a low, steady rumble of recognition and greeting — Szymon had always been a wolf of very few words — and a quizzical stare of piercing golden eyes. “Ishild. Coming home?” was what he said, and he breathed a little easier when the words, albeit hesitant, were produced without a stutter. He knew that Skellige had sent Jagoda and Ishild to search for Ksenia, and he also knew that asking about Ishild’s news on that front was none of his business. Skellige would ask for Ishild’s report when the time came; for now, Szymon simply wanted to know whether she would be making her home in the bay.
[/td][/tr][/table]The black-masked tactician was a good ally to have, and Szymon greeted her appearance with considerably more excitement than he had Jagoda’s. His long legs snapped into a light jog as he made his way to the territory borders, wild pale fur tousled and crusted with salt. He was a different wolf than the Szymon Ishild had once known, made evident by the new confidence that limned his still-lean but significantly sturdier musculature. Still, the irrational but understandable fear that being around his littermates would force him back down the latter into a position of disgrace quickened the drumming of his heart as he came to a stop about two yards away from the fel-eyed female. He stood quietly, his tail and head lifted proudly, much different from the skulking, avoidant creature he had been. His agitation was not evident by the stoic expression on his face, but it that turned his stuttering tongue to stone and careened haphazardly through his rib cage. From his tight-lipped mouth emerged a low, steady rumble of recognition and greeting — Szymon had always been a wolf of very few words — and a quizzical stare of piercing golden eyes. “Ishild. Coming home?” was what he said, and he breathed a little easier when the words, albeit hesitant, were produced without a stutter. He knew that Skellige had sent Jagoda and Ishild to search for Ksenia, and he also knew that asking about Ishild’s news on that front was none of his business. Skellige would ask for Ishild’s report when the time came; for now, Szymon simply wanted to know whether she would be making her home in the bay.
In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans.
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Ooc — Raven Marie
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December 21, 2016, 12:59 PM
Twas not the Leviathan that responded to her call, but it was a brother -- a littermate, in fact -- that Ishild found herself greeting with one side of her maw upturned in a grin and a wave of her tail. She'd never been particularly close with any wolf, family or not, but she had a fondness for those she grew up directly with.
Except, the salt-colored man that approached her didn't quite give off the same vibes as the Szymon the black-masked fae once knew: this one was one of confidence, of power, and happiness -- he was striving here, as was proved by the disctinct lack of a stutter and the way his sharp eyes fell on the Cairn like molten gold.
"Been trailing Kesnia for Skellige, but haven't found her -- If he'll have me, I'd strengthen your ranks."
By the scents coming off of her brothers pelt, there were many more than the last time she'd been here, but more curious, almost all of them were different. Despite the fluxuating ranks, her siblings seemed to be doing good, and instinctually Ishi wanted to be a part of it -- as big of a part of it as she possibly could, too -- but was wise enough not to mention or even show such an ambition. Such things could worry her siblings of being overthrown, and while in her mind she ruled beside the other Cairn's, the thought of having sole claim did please the ashen girl.
Except, the salt-colored man that approached her didn't quite give off the same vibes as the Szymon the black-masked fae once knew: this one was one of confidence, of power, and happiness -- he was striving here, as was proved by the disctinct lack of a stutter and the way his sharp eyes fell on the Cairn like molten gold.
"Been trailing Kesnia for Skellige, but haven't found her -- If he'll have me, I'd strengthen your ranks."
By the scents coming off of her brothers pelt, there were many more than the last time she'd been here, but more curious, almost all of them were different. Despite the fluxuating ranks, her siblings seemed to be doing good, and instinctually Ishi wanted to be a part of it -- as big of a part of it as she possibly could, too -- but was wise enough not to mention or even show such an ambition. Such things could worry her siblings of being overthrown, and while in her mind she ruled beside the other Cairn's, the thought of having sole claim did please the ashen girl.
December 31, 2016, 09:56 PM
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Weirdly enough, Szymon was happy to see his sister. He wanted her to take notice of the strides he had taken in his life and the progress he had made. And when it registered in her eerie fel eyes, he offered her a roguish grin of acknowledgement. None of the Cairn brood were the same as when they had left Warsaw. Mention of the pale bitch’s name caused an automatic bristling in the black-banded Cairn, whose golden eyes flashed as ginger-tipped hackles fanned to life along his spine. “He is b-busy,” he said, unwilling to go into detail about the Leviathan’s whereabouts, “but I will relieve him. You know I can’t make that ch-choice, Ishi.” Skellige would do as Skellige wished — every Cairn knew that. Turning, Szymon excused himself to find their brother.
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