La Saoire Na Mairbh

Davyn Nefae · 01-03-2011, 03:25 AM

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Davyn stood at the edge of the cemetery for a long while before joining the group, remaining at the edges of the group. He listened to each wolf tell its tale, taking in the details. He realized with a start that most of the wolves here hid sad stories behind the light and happiness that filled the packlands, and that thought gave him even more of a connection to them

When the storytelling came to him, he stood nervously, clearing his throat. "I am Davyn Nefae...I recently came to Phoenix Valley in a feverish daze. I came from Ireland, after my pack threw me out." Davyn grimaced, knowing that the phrase incriminated him unnecessarily. "One peaceful day, not too long ago, my family was slaughtered by a band of raiders. They were the only ones killed, and I was the only survivor of the attack, so the alpha of the pack concluded that I had had some part in the attack. He decreed that I be marked as a traitor and expelled from the pack."

"That day I lost my two younger sisters, mother, and father. I watched them slaughtered in front of me, and I still don't know why I was the only one to survive the attack. In some ways, I wish I were the one who had died, not them. But I recently encountered a female who has dramatically changed my outlook on life, and for that, I thank you, Miss Tala." He looked to the female, nodding slightly, before sitting down beside her, shaking lightly. Public speaking certainly wasn't his forte, and this was no exception.

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