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POSTED: Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:49 pm

Morning, Drifter Bay. Grievous is in his Secui form, located near to but not in Sunflower Sunsets.

The borders of Salsola were not walls to those within them (except in very special cases) and Grievous did not fear to roam beyond them. It was no longer leisurely to do this, however – he would not bring his untrained horse out this far alone.

He could smell the wild ones somewhere further ahead of him. This early they would already be moving, aiming to reach the sunniest patches of open ground that might be found during these late winter days. The mud confirmed that they were nearing spring, though it was still winter and it snowed as much as it rained. More would be coming in the near days, his elders told him, and Grievous found no reason to doubt this. Someone else might have – the sun was breaking through the thinning clouds as it rose.

Warmed by this and in no particular hurry, the wolf soon found himself a massive point of gray against the melting snow. He did not particularly think to hide himself out here, when Salsola was so close and Inferni had long fled to the far side of the mountains. As he saw it, a patrol was more likely to find him than an Outsider.

In any case, Grievous' considerable size and fierce countenance was intended to turn away trouble.

Something else had been exposed as the snow melted, and Grievous knocked the antler with one of his paws before realizing what he had stumbled upon. He dropped his head to see if the shed was fresh.


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POSTED: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:38 pm

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Saga was wary of allowing the Vale to cage her in. Despite the fact she had little reason to leave, she exercised her ability to often. Fearing that if she did not, she would eventually begin feeling all the worse for leaving them in the future. The weak sunshine split the clouds every so often as it made it's ascent, a false prophet of better weather. Saga wasn't fooled by it. She'd learnt to expect the worse, and only hope she had was that it would snow instead of rain, though she figured the nearer the days crept towards the third month of the year, the narrower that chance would become. The snow gave way to greyish wastelands of stone and dead grass, and Saga wondered why she'd dragged herself this far away from the embrace of the Vale.

Her mind was dragged, quite suddenly, into the present by a flash of white on the horizon. Another soul navigating the washed out expanse of the way. The dappled hybrid paused, yellow green orbs sizing up the stranger. Older, larger, stronger. Saga was naturally weary, but she figured his bulk came at the expense of speed, and she was likely to be able to keep at least a few strides a head of him if necessary. Still, childlike curiosity and impulse drove her to let out a soft bark to catch his attention.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 03, 2018 7:43 pm

There was a call from behind and Grievous turned, the fur along his neck prickling. His large form allowed him the greater speed than any other – and the little spotted thing was no danger, in any case. As he approached, leaving the antler behind, Grievous sniffed at her and found enough to betray she was alone now but not truly alone. It was not a pack he recognized. She must have been from somewhere far away.

You're not from here, he challenged at once, sniffing deeply to confirm this. The scent which clung to him masked the deeper truth of Grievous' own origin, though he could smell something vaguely recognizable. Unsure as to what this meant, his brows pressed together with curiosity.

I'm Burdock, Grievous lied, but the false-name was so easy to take that it came without hesitation. Out here he was just another loner, even if his obvious health suggested he was particularly well cared for. The scars that touched him suggested he was no stranger to violence.


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POSTED: Fri Mar 09, 2018 1:46 pm

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'Not originally, no' she replied, her own eyes narrowing slightly, 'I live on the other side of the bay'. This side of the bay was largely as mystery to her, but she knew it was were Salsola lay. Yellowgreen orbs traced the form of the large male. Was he a Salsolan? She couldn't smell it on him at the least, but she knew well of their secrecy. Unable to draw a solid conclusion, she moved on. 'Are you?' It was a stupid question, and she knew it. A hint of irony was evident in her voice, of course he was.

The dappled girl had no reason to doubt his name, and offered her own truthfully with the same ease he had lied, 'Saga'. Her mononym was offered up far more often than her full name these days. Since she was so far removed from being a Salsolan and a D'Angelo, it mattered little.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:16 pm

Having traveled to “the other side of the bay” before, Grievous quickly narrowed down what he presumed. She was too far to have come from Krokar and wouldn't be from Sapient if she was running around on all fours. Puzzled, he tried to better identify this and took a step forward with measured but obvious curiosity.

Yes. Nearby. Unable to place what about her seemed so familiar, buried in distance and time. Misery might have known – she was more often found at the Outpost, where she had returned to yet again. She was one of many children who had gone overlooked from their far-flung little settlement.

Grievous was wise enough not to press his obvious advantage in strength compared to her own, especially given his superior size. Slowly, carefully, he stilled once more.

Are you from a pack? I don't go over there, he lied once more. But I've heard people around.


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POSTED: Wed Mar 14, 2018 3:31 pm

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'A pack?', she couldn't tell. Burdock smelt nothing like any pack she'd come across in the area as of yet. But there were more packs to the south, on the peninsula, that she'd never come across. Yellowgreen eyes narrowed as the large male took a curious step forward. Saga didn't move a muscle, it didn't seem to be an aggressive move, and therefore it required no response form the girl.

'I'm from Mistfell Vale' the girl admitted, 'Newly founded'. She gave no further information, if he wanted more he could ask for it. Saga's heritage had instilled a sense of secrecy in her, but admittedly nowhere near as solid a one as her father possessed. 'Just south of Krokar', was the exception to her silence, the location of her home. This was both in aid of spreading the word the that section of the bay was now a no-go zone, and to spread the word for those who were curious.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:02 am

He ignored her question and pretended he hadn't heard it.

The girl – and she was a girl yet, old enough by their own standards to be an adult but small and skinny and still developing – told him about her own home, and he found this new development curious. Satisfying for his memory what her scent now indicated (faint as it was from travel) Grievous imagined her information was meant to warn him against violence. He snorted bullishly.

Hm, the bigger wolf grunted. It must be new, I've never heard of it. He spared a glance behind the spotty female, as if looking for someone else, and refocused his attention back to her with more pointed interest. How big is your pack? What kind of place is it?

It was direct, he thought. Too direct, perhaps, but he thought these questions might be suitable for someone living alone.


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POSTED: Thu Mar 22, 2018 1:23 pm

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He ignored her question, and Saga wondered if he had truly not heard her. After a moment of consideration, she considered it unlikely, but all the same she didn't push her luck. The cogs and wheels ticked and revolved in her mind, turning over with a constant, busy hum. There was no doubt that she would come off worse in a scuffle, even considering her surprising ferocity. An animalistic snort rumble up from the pale man, and the dappled girl raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. Why? Did he take her words to be a threat? Her brow lowered and she gave her head a minute shake, she knew better than to provoke those who held such an obvious advantage over her.

'Big enough' she said, rolling her shoulders with an air of casualness. Truthfully she didn't know enough about the area to judge whether the Vale was particularly big, and big enough was a perfectly cryptic answer for the situation. Secrecy could be played with more than one player after all. 'It's... Just a pack I guess...' Saga said, again she wasn't sure what else to say. The Vale wasn't especially unique aside from it's values after all, but his directness and strangeness ushered her away from revealing too much.

Then, there was a lightbulb moment. Secrecy. Unfamiliar scent. Salsola?. Saga considered this for a moment, the area seemed a likely position from what she'd been told. And 'Burdock's' half answers and tales seemed to fit the bill. Yellowgreen eyes narrowed, 'Does the name D'Angelo mean anything to you?'

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POSTED: Thu Mar 22, 2018 4:30 pm

Her vague answers did not satisfy him, but what she asked next cemented his thought that the peculiar familiarity about her had a common point.

Is that your name? Grievous demanded, speaking with a stillness that had come into his muscles and ringed eyes.

The pack could have been a lie, he suddenly realized. She could have been from a horde like the invading Boreas wolves, somewhere hidden beyond the shores that lined their border. If she was a messenger from the damned place perhaps she had not come with good tidings to share. Her appearance made him wary. Who was she, he wondered? She had eyes like his mother but her strange fur was so unusual he could not place it. More than that, she was too thin, too pointed to have come from Khalif.


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POSTED: Thu Mar 22, 2018 4:45 pm

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This stranger was perhaps a D'Angelo. The colour of both his coat and eyes reminded her so much of her father, so much of his tales of the old world of the D'Angelo's. The irritating tales that told her she was blessed, turning from dark to light. And they were in the right location too she decided.

The stillness was not lost on her, a rigidity that came from a touched nerve. 'It might be' the dappled girl said, tilting her head sideways ever so slightly. But the demand in his voice was a sign that she should not provoke him, and she did not. A few moments passed, and a wry smile crept onto her maw. 'Yes' was all she said.

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