Silvertongue

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POSTED: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:36 pm

She had started on her journey that morning, picking out a well worn route that would take her from the tip of the Court and along the shoreline to the city. From there, she carefully selected a wide, well known trade route. It was recommended that a trek through the derelict urban center should be done in pairs, though plenty made the pilgrimage without accompaniment. Ceridwen was not without the ability to defend herself, but she nonetheless passed through in secui form. She was keen to make headway, and even more relieved to pass through the unnatural ruins swiftly.

Once the looming city began to shrink behind her, the mutt shifted back, her bipedal strides long, though slower in pace. It was now, however, that she had to focus. Her first task, once the city was out of sight, was to locate a suitable place to camp for the night. Within the woods, she identified a grove of trees at the base of a low, craggy cliff. The jagged surface was dappled with moss and minuscule patches of weeds. There, she set a cache for the evening, relieving herself of some of the bulkier items she needed to travel with. Then she set out towards the shore once again, hugging her warm shawl tightly around her shoulders.

The bitter winter wind and humidity gave the air a fierce bite that even a native such as herself could not help but to shy away from. She turned her cheek, as if it was kinder to allow one side of her face to bear the brunt of the cold at a time. Eventually, she was forced to pull her hood up over her ears, reluctant to deal with the frigid temperatures with her god-given coat alone. Coming up a rise with a barren peak, she could see the outcrops that lined the Quartz Shoreline. The wind whipped her clothes about, coming off the sea out to the east. With the sun hovering near the horizon, there was no need to squint. It illuminated the lands below, casting a golden glow over the trees, beaches, and undulating water. She could see how rivers drained off the land, from what she could only imagine were vast systems snaking through the thick, inland forests, and out into the Atlantic Ocean. Just up ahead they pooled within little valleys and dips. Closing her eyes, she pondered her decision, before moving ahead.

She had met Wrath perhaps a few months ago, during a prolonged expedition; a hired had to ensure her safety as she scouted unfamiliar territory in search of plants to bring back to the temple. The arduous task of starting a cultivation from nothing but dirt had truly tested her abilities. If her vanity allowed, she might have even thought to thank the mercenary for his assistance. But once again, she sought him out for business. He had been cryptic when he gave her instructions on how to reconnect, infuriating the rose mistress to no end. Even now, as she carefully scaled down a steep slop along the shoreline, she could not help but feel bitter about the bit of extra effort she had to put in.

Finally jumping down a short drop, she found herself back in an unfamiliar, forested area. "At least it provides some reprieve from the wind," She thought, exhaling deeply in dramatic exasperation. Despite her patience with gardening, she seemed to have little time for other luperci. Especially now, when she felt as if she had been set up to wander the heavily vegetated shore, damned to wander until a clue jumped out and slapped her in the face, she supposed. [612]
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Ray
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POSTED: Mon Jan 14, 2019 1:30 am

Where had it all started? What provoked the sinners beneath the banner of demons to serve the light? These were questions that played on repeat in the haggard head of the silvery beneath while he had begun collecting his tools of the trade. Back in his youth, the man had no such patience to consider which edge would cut best. Back in his lithe era he only desired to see red run from the wounds inflicted by him. Whether innocent or guilty it was an addiction to that scarlet elixir that drove the hateful child to learn the school of the sword initially. Now tattered, crooked fingers ran over his growing collection of war maidens to find the proper dance partner for that night.

The decision was made the moment the man found his first love, his first war maiden. The sword was hoisted from her icy slumber bundled in leathers. The large blade, reaching a total of sixty inches, glistened in the early light of the sun. Her edge held many knicks, many dents, many flaws from her years of service. His eyes traced her edge all the way back to her first wound, her first ever battle. Choronzon, Wrath's first zweihander, was a gift given to him by his mother in recognition of the light she could see inside of the budding man. She saw something that he couldn't. This weapon would prove to be crucial in the survival of his Rast as the lad dared to take on an irritated bear. The claw marks on his back, the scatch on his muzzle, and the torn off ear all twinged at the memory.

If it weren't for Choronzon and his mother he would've succumbed to his wounds. Victorious but dead.

Wrath's cloak, with a fur exterior and leather interior, was a prize from that day as it was made from his kill. Since then he has had to hunt a bear or two to extend the piece as the once sinful man had grown significantly since his lean youth. Growth both physically and mentally. The aged warrior sheathed his companion, fastened his cloak before reaching for his repaired pieces of protection. Gauntlets, grieves, and a chest piece were strapped into place. The hard ebony leather contrasting the smokey coat of the giant male. A quick tap against their surface provided a satisfactory thud before the giant turned to grab the red sash his brother Greed to wrap around his midriff accenting the otherwise dull attire. As he adjusted each piece the lumbering man looked at the bear tooth necklace in his hand.

In the beginning, he fought for joy but now he kept fighting for two things, justice and family. The necklace that found its home around the beast's thick neck was a gift from his three beautiful children. With his outfit finished, Wrath proceeded to grab his supplies for the trip ahead of him. He had a customer waiting.

Every step was precise within the wide and swift gate of the proven soldier. Immense digits caressed the trees as he passed by ensuring that he was walking the correct path. The Order wasn't prone to secrecy but in a world full of packs with a claim to permanent residency it paid to be a bit cautious. Wrath made sure each tree had a proper x carved into the trunks. The distance between one sign to the next was vast as to keep enemies from being able to follow the path with any form of efficiency. His massive frame was unusually nimble weaving between trunks until he had caught a whiff of that woman. A canine with a pelt as complex as his scars was numerous.

From the scent she wasn't far off, thus eliminating a need to waste any more energy as the monster of a giant took his seat upon one of the stumps his people had created weeks prior. Chronzon was removed from her sheath before the tip of her blade was gingerly pushed into the chilled dirt. There he waited with his features as still as stone. Moments passed before she finally reached his line of sight. Although it appeared he had not been noticed. Excellent. This gave him an opportunity to examine her for any weapons or associates hidden within the scenery. Another moment passed with no sounds of footsteps, no stretching of a bow nor unsheathing of a blade. Satisfied that she was as trustworthy as she seemed Wrath called to her with his golden suns still firmly fixed on her form "Ceri." His voice bellowed out from a scarred maw, it rolled out to her without a second of hesitation. When her eyes finally locked onto his the giant stood up from his perch sheathing the five-foot sword. "Good to see you're still in good health," he stepped closer to the woman "what's the job this time? I wasn't quite sure so I packed the basics." Behind the large man sat his leather bag filled with the bare essentials of setting up camp quickly along with some dried meats in case they were unsuccessful in a hunt.
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POSTED: Thu Jan 17, 2019 11:52 pm

After wandering for a duration of time that felt nearly endless, a baritone voice boomed through the thick cluster of trees. Ceridwen turned, relieved that her search had finally come to an end. Even upon his perch, the luperci looked gargantuan. With sword in hand, she embraced his familiarity, but remained shy of a smile. "Wrath," She returned, assessing him briefly. "You as well." Relieved to find that he had not over-packed for their journey, she stood before him, waiting a moment to gather her thoughts. "Of course, the pack is not completely unprepared." There was a hint of disdain in her voice. She would have expected there to be an abundance of resources, but whatever had transpired prior to her arrival had either undone or depleted generations of hard work. Admittedly, she appreciated the challenge of rebuilding things from the ground up. The more there was to do, and the more freedom she had to investigate new opportunities, the more she felt like she had made the right choice.

"I'm glad you packed light. There is one pack that I know very little of, I believe, but I want to know what and who else is out there." If there were any other loner groups or growing powers out there, she wanted to know. Intelligence from secondary sources would have been easier to obtain, but it was vital she had a first hand understanding of what was going on. "There is an area between the bay and the mountains that must have some well known travel route." Stroking her chin thoughtfully, she tried to recall what that area was. Despite all the creative ideas she brought to the pack, as well as new resources, she did not know her way around. Someone else who had lived in the area for much longer, however, would have a thorough understanding of even the back roads.

"Do you know much about the groups living in this area? Are there any living in the mountains?" She was intrigued by that particular location mainly because it reminded her of the pilgrimage site her family traveled to yearly. From the towering peaks along the mountain range, to the vast system of caverns below, there was something nostalgic that was brought to mind. Yet she longed for the island life, with the portion of swamp nearly thick enough to get lost in. And of course, she was becoming enamored by the Court's lifestyle as well. Commitment had never been her forte. [415]
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Madame
Ray
Luperci Scout

POSTED: Fri Feb 08, 2019 11:10 pm

Every item was another piece to a larger puzzle, the goal of its completion was preparedness. Those who succeed move on to fight another day while those that falter often times end up dead at the feet of those more fit to survive. From their deaths come the end of their dreams, goals, thoughts, and chance at having their legacy carried forward by any potential young. Likewise the young carry the weight of their forefather's legacy on their shoulders as well as trying to build a legacy of their own.

Needless to say, Wrath was one of the most prepared soldiers for hire that she could've asked for.

While Ceri had appraised his collection as appropriate the giant went back through his mental list of every item he had gathered for this trip. If any were damaged, lost, or used up he'd need to replace it on their way back. The Order was mighty but that was no excuse to get reckless. Silently, he stood there taking in every word spoken from the multi-toned woman. "Most packs are secretive to some degree, it's defense tactic to prevent successful invasions into their territory." He noted how many stories he had heard of idealistic cartographers having their dreams stomped into the mud by the iron heel of authority. Pack leaders often times viewed their members as family, children to guard with a mother's ferocity. Of course, not all had this nurturing nature to their rule, others became drunk with the power and influence. Those dragged under by the pull of power find themselves a husk of a person with dreams that are built on the backs of the subjugated.

Good or bad, tyrannical or altruistic, leaders will do whatever it takes to protect their home.

"Many loners are scattered throughout the mountains but as far as genuine packs only two come to mind," He began to march forward in the general direction of where the area between the bay and mountains could be found. "There's the Court, while caught up on formalities I'm sure they'd be happy to flaunt their land.." The warrior paused his speech knowing who else awaited them but he was not keen on their ways nor their leadership. "The other one purposefully shrouds themselves in mystery, the only people who really know anything are those from the pack itself." The large behemoth paused his walk "The pack is called Salsola, from your earlier description I'm guessing that's the one you want."

Once their destination had been confirmed the warlord had to begin thinking of several contingencies. Salsola did not have the mightiest warriors, that honor belonged to the knights of Casa. Salsola also lacked the feral wit that Inferni's den of coyotes wielded. No, Salsola was dangerous in a way unique to them and their fallen sister Anathema. Inside their borders, they held an assortment of cutthroat, self-centered, and sly canines. A blade would not be enough to defend himself and Ceri, they needed their minds sharp.

Wrath continued following the corrections made by Ceri as they approached several satisfactory rest stops along the way but the man did not even glance at them. These locations all had a flaw, a fatal issue that could spell doom for them if caught unaware. After several well-worn sports had been rejected he had finally settled on one with a simple point.

The location was surrounded by trees with well-spaced branches, the center was large enough for them to rest in and have a fire going. No branches seemed to be dangling thus at risk of dropping onto an open flame so that was good. Satisfied with the decision he dropped his pack of supplied before retrieving his tent materials. Wrath glanced up at Ceri as this was happening, the fabric being pulled up over thin pillars of wood, bound by rope and stakes. "Would you like to start the fire?" His eyes watched her movements carefully as a question burned in his head. "So why are you interested in Salsola, is the mystique that enticing?" Wrath paused before adding "Forgive the intrusion but I was curious."
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POSTED: Thu Feb 14, 2019 5:32 pm

They conversed idly, travelling along a lightly worn path for some time, until finally, Wrath seemed to settle on one in particular. She was grateful that he was able to accompany her, though it was not a free gift. Ceridwen would have gladly paid just about any asking price, knowing full well that she was unlikely to survive traveling on her own for very long. She had been taught basic defense, and could hunt if necessary, but she rarely ever had to do such things without a sibling or two. While her traveling companion had been meticulous in approving the perfect place to set up camp for the night, she would have been happy just about anywhere, curling up like a dog at the base of a tree.

"Salsola, huh?" She scanned the area absently, her mind focused almost entirely on the mystery that enshrouded that particular pack. "A while ago the court hosted a ball, and our allies were welcome. There were two other packs, and some smaller groups in attendance." In hindsight, Wrath's little group had not been welcomed either, though she wasn't sure if she could envision the grey furred behemoth enjoying a party. There were too many variables to keep track of.

Moving on to gather the necessary items, her ears swiveled back to her companion every so often as they conversed, making the necessary preparations so that they could sleep comfortably at night. "I come from a line of strategists, so it's in my nature to be curious." Though she was careful with her plans, this aspect she was willing to freely divulge. "There is a lot of potential within the Court, and I want to ensure it's security." Of course, such security was enabled only by absolute power. Ceridwen would find a way to influence her pack mates towards that goal.

With a basic set up for a fire now put together, she inspected her work, pleased with what she had created, she crouched next to the wood pile, and prepared to light it. "A pack like Salsola can be dangerous." But she was no saint. In the dancing light of the flickering flames, she certainly looked far more wolfish than usual. A wide grin cracked open her maw, tongue lolling out lazily. "Been waiting for a good challenge." Closing her eyes, she looked rather pleased as she sat there, warming herself by the fire, her tail slowly waving. It was difficult to be patient, but there was little more she could do over the winter. It was, however, a time when packs were at their weakest, as they endured the hardships of long, snowy months. Vulnerabilities would be obvious, and few others were traveling like they were at this time.
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