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POSTED: Sun Sep 08, 2019 12:44 am

The Forts Edge serves as an excellent vantage point. Have your character spy something interesting!


In the dark the City Square was quiet and hollow. Iomair walked the grounds pensively, the twitching end of his muzzle following the breeze that blew in from the south and brought with it the last vestiges of summer. Soon their northern home would be covered in the first snows of winter, and already Iomair was concerned that they would not have enough to last through to spring. Vodeva had kicked him from their rooms complaining of feeling ill, and though he had attempted to bathe her in comforts she had grown colder and colder still – until at last she had demanded that he leave.

A deep sigh rippled through him then, and he turned down another crooked cobblestone street, pricking his ears at the sounds that bounced off of the ancient stone.

Suddenly the buildings gave way to the Forts Edge, and Iomair found himself standing where the fort met its end. He leaned his scarred hands against the stone walls and muttered a prayer that asked for Dúr to watch over his children.

Vodeva dreamt of them sometimes and awoke breathless, whispering that they were lost and could not find their way home. Iomair pulled the token from his pocket and spun it deftly between his fingers, eyeing the way that the piece of iron flashed softly against his palm. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and held it aloft as if to inspect it against the fading light.

Soon he would need to do more than pray. Soon he would be spurred into action – to worship those who had come before with fire and iron.

Down in the grass antlered elk raised its shaggy head and bellowed a loud call that caused the wolf-dog to swing his head toward the sound.

Open for one!

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Amanda
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POSTED: Wed Sep 11, 2019 7:04 am

OOC: IT ME!

IC:
Cora had never undergone a gentle period of settling into somewhere – unless her puppyhood counted, but she had barely any remembrance of those first few months. What she could recollect was a blur of blues, greens and browns, pastures and lakes, but Cora only ever got a glimpse of those sweet memories – the flames had intruded on them just as they had in reality, burning away the core of any pleasant reminiscence.

One thing Cora seemed to have in abundance here in New Caledonia was time. That excess of free time gave her the opportunity to explore the place she now called home – still a slightly peculiar feeling.

Her pads, toughened by travel and the life of a packless Luperci, whispered against the cobbles of the Fort. Her fingertips brushed along the crumbling walls, occasionally catching on the burrs of plants seeking to overtake the human structure. When the pathways opened out to stone ramparts Cora padded to the edge. It felt like walking out onto the edge of the world; that seemed appropriate given her foray into a new life.

The wolfdog was about to seat herself when her muzzle swung towards the elk’s bellow. Movement disturbed the corner of her eye and there, also on the edge of the world, stood the High King. Cora regarded Iomair for a few moments, unsure if there would be some bid to hunt the elk – who knew what weapons a King could wield, or how fast hunters could be summoned? - before offering a hushed murmur to announce her presence on the Fort’s edge.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2019 5:30 pm

He hoped that somewhere out there, Tamlin Anor was hunting the trail of his long-lost children – a duty that the old King could not take on by himself. He knew it was one of many reasons that Vodeva was disappointed in him, but there was nothing to be one. He had been chosen for the path of a King, and so it was that his crown anchored him firmly to all who called New Caledonia home.

There was so much to be done here that there was no time to think of what happened out there.

He made a gentle sound in his throat that ebbed with frustration, and his hands clenched the stone edge of the Fort. The elk made another laborious moan, its throat ungulating with the call that it threw up into the mist – its antlered tines twisting the tendrils of fog so that they danced about him. The sound of anothers approach had the King turning, the warm honey of his eyes brightening as he recognized Cora and greeted her with a soft whuff.

The elk turned, dropping its head to continue to graze. He was far enough away that the beast was not threatened by the wolves that stood watch over it.

”Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Eee I caught a Cora! :D

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