ooc: Zeus will be PP'd for the time being. To progress this thread along, the following will be introduced over the course of the meeting. Feel free to assume that certain times turning the meeting there will be times for others to make their opinions/concerns known. Second round ends Sept. 14thNo posting order
News from the expedition had left the Issor both pleased and disappointment. The reasons being varying to extents that left an unpleasant taste in her maw. But it could not be helped. Afterall, as they were vast combinations and cultures in this world, so were their different mindsets...however foolish or brilliant. Sadly, what was told to her did not disclose the latter.
She had harbored a concern for many days, pressing and heavy on her mind as she mulled over decisions she did not think she'd have to make. It was in her ignorance that she had believed others would be accepting to the ways of the Nomads and would be glad to encourage and prosperous relationship. It had not crossed her mind to consider the strengths and weaknesses of others. What they had to offer...what benefits could be gained aside from friendship. Suffice it to say, her eyes were opened and alongside her beloved, she pondered...
The day his voice sounded, calling for the Family to gather, she lingered behind to collect not only herself, but her offerings to her Family. A show of adoration for their loyalty, and a trinket to further dress them as Nomads...if only physically. Her own garb was that that reflected what she had seen of her Shepard many a time; adornments of Nomad symbolism. The feathers of her companions both bearded vulture and great owls. The teeth of the cougar hung around her neck as the physical bond between herself and the Issum. And upon her shoulder were the trophies of her recent kills, groomed and purposefully placed to exhibit what they once were.
Her arrival was delayed but timely with little gold pup in tow. His little body was kept close to her towering own, following the sounds of her four heavy steps and gentle brush of her tail upon his nose. When the smell of the Family became thicker to his flared nostrils, he bravely veered from his surrogate's direction and inched toward an erect stone to brace against and listen. What was going on was beyond his immediate understanding, but X'yrin had called this gathering important, so for the time, he would be quite and try to grasp what all was said.
The Nomad Shepard found her place at the head of the Family, looking to each present face with gratitude and pride whilst noting with disappointment those that had yet to show before herself. But she could not let that claim her attention now. Far more pressing matters needed address. Turning her muzzle from the blank spaces within the crowd, she looked toward those present and softly began with her voice growing as she became more impassioned...
"Nomads of Sangi'lak. I thank you for heeding the call of your Issum. No doubt the lure of the day calls to you, begging you discard the position of loyalty to tend to your better things. I thank you for ignoring that call...and heeding that of your Alpha.
"The month past, Jaden...and X'ies now bequeathed the title of our diplomat, traveled to our known neighbors in the hopes of establishing a beneficial and prosperous relationship with them. There was those that have yet to be contacted and will be in due time. But for those that answered, I give you the assessment of them to be made note of."
"The wolves of New Dawn, though strict to their ancestors' ways, are a reserved group that are not to be taken with strict caution. They are kind and able, deserving etiquette before violence. A kind tongue and manners. Along the mountains; Inferni. Though they brandish the skulls of their wolf foes, they are not to be aggravated without just cause. Should I find that any of you provoke a violent response from them, you will answer to be personally. Cavalieri is complicated to place. They taken pride in their strength, but lack the sense most are born with. But do not fault them outright. The acts of a few should not dictate the actions of the many...but as there would many that heeding a single call, it stands to reason that perhaps they would act brashly instead of sensibly if met with a less than pleasant tongue. And last..."
Drawing finally to the pack of concern, the Shepard finally seated herself before her Family draped in the long tresses of autumn mane. As if seeing beyond the lake, she turned her muzzle toward the east. "Vinatta...our neighbors."
"Does the Family understand this?"
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