Sleepy Fox Hollow you did not break me
All Welcome  October 11, 2019, 10:51 AM
Ketzia
Diaspora
Pionier
AW but she's looking for @Mahler
For now, the ground was still. Gracefully, the white-washed nymph stalked the lands of the hollow, her nose quivering as she sought the General’s company. Grey clouds rolled above, tracing shadows upon the small paradise they had found—as if a reminder to the dangers that slept around them. It was as if a dragon lived beneath the mountain—the Diaspora wolves had sought safety after the collapse and with the acceptance they had fully left Stigmata behind, the woman steeled her composure.

One ear would flicker at the sounds around her—the solitude that had settled upon them for a moment. Careful eyes of jaded green kept close watch on her brood during these times, but she sought Mahler’s singular presence, her lips pressed to a thin line.

...i need some blood in the cut
October 11, 2019, 11:04 AM
Mahler
Diaspora
General
        mahler did not feel safe here, not as he had in diaspora. he decided it was due to the proximity of the now-treacherous mountains, where sliding stone might well catch one of them again.
        stricken with grief at the loss of kazimir, the general burned along a footpath. his pelt was slung along a body grown spare and sinewy, heading toward gaunt if prey was not located.
        the thin trail of ketzia's scent entered his awareness; mahler plucked up the tendril and followed it to where the pionier searched, saying nothing as he fell into step with diaspora's little goddess.

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October 11, 2019, 11:26 AM
Ketzia
Diaspora
Pionier
Expectation did not meet reality when the thinning form of the General fell into step beside her. Her eyes grazed over him, the faintest hint of a frown pulling at her slender features. Diaspora was stricken, certainly, but somehow, the virility of the male beside her had never seemed to falter until now, and the pale gold of the dove’s shoulder would brush gently to his. Before, during the initial grief of losing Stigmata, the sylph had embraced him with affection that had bordered to something more—something spurned by her eagerness to simply lose herself from the thoughts of the fallen warhound.

Touch still invoked her, and with a grace that came only from the confidence of a woman that had been prized for her appearance by many others before, the she-wolf boldly pressed her muzzle to the thick fur of his nape, ignoring the flare of rebellion that her dead mate would haunt her forever—and that the man at her side was friend and ally only.

She allowed the silence to continue to blanket them for a moment, considering her words before her smoky voice finally interrupted the quiet—her nostrils flaring as she pulled back from him, her paws loping along the hollow terrain. “We can’t stay here,” she asserted then, her eyes lifting to his own lilac stare. “Stigmata’s legacy rests with his children. Not this death trap of a mountain.”

...i need some blood in the cut
October 11, 2019, 05:35 PM
Mahler
Diaspora
General
        ketzia reached to him, and mahler found himself indebted to the new surge of warmth in the normally aloof woman. had she forgiven him takiyok’s ascension then? were he privy to her need for distraction, mahler would have carefully played his role for the woman, but it seemed their alliance was merely that at present.
        she spoke then the words in his heart; the general gave a noncommittal grunt, but his eyes shone with the truth of it. where would they go then? perhaps to the taiga, where he felt the herds that had killed kazimir made their goal.
        ”i feel the same. the coast is not home to us. perhaps we shall press to the lands beyond the second mountain range at our back; perhaps to the cold lands vhere there might be hunting had. vhat do you think?”
        stigmata. an urgent conception had been growing within the man since moonspear; he had wanted to suggest it unto takiyok first, but ketzia was near, and perhaps her cooler nature would impart logic to the delicacy of the matter.
        ”i vant to continue his legacy, his dream, ketzia. but diaspora will not survive vithout its allies, vithout our extension at birth.”
        here the gargoyle paused, choosing his next words carefully, moreso for himself than her — this was the first time he had spoken his strategy aloud.
        ”if the land settles in the coming season, i plan to present myself to moonspear’s queen as consort. that vay, ve vill be blood-kin to them. the same for sviftcurrent. the same for diaspora,” mahler stated, glancing pointedly at the ivory sylph. 
        there was the matter of takiyok, of andraste; but here he spoke purely of politics, and now fell silent.

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