[J]My Blade, My Blood and My Honour

Regner Vilhelmsen · 01-23-2012, 01:11 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

Check my vitals signs and know i'm still alive

Word Count :: 521 =O You mean Regner can actually be forms other than Optime? Well not today! XD. Takes palce at midday.

The scent marker loomed up ahead, a invisible wall with no substance to it but nonetheless, to any canine with a functioning nose it was a wall all the same. A statement of intent, that any who passed beyond without permission would be attacked, driven out and even possibly killed. Even to Regner, hailing from a nomadic pack that rarely made use of permanent scent marks, the border was a heavy thing.

Regner intended to cross this border today, but not in a way that would make him an enemy of those who dwelt within but which would instead meld him into their ranks, the last shred of his old pack torn away from him as he accepted membership into a foreign pack.

There was temptation, in Regner's mind, to leave Adelle at the borders and leave. Let the pup grow up with a family that would be there and let him die as a Broderskab but the thought never made it into Regner's conscious mind; even if Adelle hadn’t been ill Regner could never bear to leave her, not when she was all that remained of his family.

Regner stopped a few metres away from the border and prepared. His shield, along with the sack of belongings that Regner had kept hanging underneath it, was lowered to the ground along with Adelle and temporarily reclaimed from the pup, Regner fastening the heavy fur around his shoulders with a regretful glance down to her. His axe remained on his belt, there were very few situations which required that to be removed in the Broderskab etiquette which Regner still followed.

If Adelle felt the increased cold she showed no sign of it. The puppy seemed to have sensed that something important was happening and stood stock still, her tail and ears raised excitedly and her muscles coiled. To those seeing her for the first time she would look full of energy, to one who knew how much energy the puppy actually had such as Regner she looked half asleep, her runny eyes and nose still betraying the cold which sapped her strength.

Regner was proud of his granddaughter, proud of how she had weathered her illness and proud that she was even standing at the moment. Unless something went drastically wrong with the upcoming meeting, shelter and rest would soon be available for her to enjoy.

Not wanting to waste any time Regner raised his head and called into the territory. Regner was incapable of howling exactly like a wolf, his wolf blood too diluted and his canine blood not of a breed which could. Instead the sound that issued forth could be described best as a roar, though it lacked the aggression typically assigned to that sound it was no less fearsome. At the side of him Regner could hear Adelle adding her own voice to the call and he quietened a little bit, allowing the higher pitched tones of the puppy to become audible as an accompaniment to his own deep contribution.

After several seconds Regner stopped and lowered his head. He then leaned back against a tree and waited.

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