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- Bris Stormbringer - 02-19-2010 [html] It had been nearly a month since Haku had granted the girl reacceptance into Dahlia de Mai. She'd spent most of her time with her older sister in the treehouse her brother-in-law had built when he'd lived in the packland. Through Kol, Bris had come to know by appearance and general personality the veteran members of Dahlia, but even the older Stormbringer had admitted that the newer members had swarmed the packland far too quickly for her to properly meet. The rest of the white girl's time had been spent getting to know the geography of her chosen home, along with the lay of all the neutral lands throughout the general region known as Souls. She'd even begun taking lessons in the bow and arrow from a strange tribal wolf she'd met a couple of weeks back. Despite the ominous cloud of war hanging over the heads of all Dahlians, Bris was feeling quite content with her decision to make a home there.[/html] - RJ Sangster - 03-12-2010 [html]
ooc- Sorry this took a while! Although he was not fond of the pack in general, Dahlia didn't cease to surprise RJ. There were crazies galore. Everyone here was out of their mind, but there were a few okay people. Conor Soul, despite having an insane father, was an okay kid. He was quite polite, and RJ held high hopes for him with all he did. So far he did not disappoint. The war, although RJ had seen no obvious sign of it, was underway, and he still had no plan in taking part. If there were any Christians on the other side, whether or not they were the real good guys or bad guys, RJ would refuse, never laying a blade on a brother of his, a fellow follower of the Lord.
RJ was not a child, and so was not much for exploring. Scouting, sure, but not exploring. He was a full grown adult, and was expected to act as such. He held himself in confidence, but not in pride. He didn't boast about himself, but humbly defended himself and his faith. His blades clinked, although were probably dirty from disuse. He rarely unsheathed them in any way. he felt no need to harm others, unless in was in the best interest of others. He protected the young and weak, and that was all.
The ridiculous amount of snow here had begun to frustrated RJ. It made it hard for him to travel anywhere without getting caught up in the snow. He trudged through the powder once more, groaning in disgust. He hated the white stuff now.
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