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Gunnar starts off in his Lupus form, but the post ends with him in Secui.
When Tayui, the rogue, had found him exploring unclaimed territory around CdC's borders, she'd first been interested in the scythe he wore. She'd spoken of a plot against the rumored gang, Salsola, and of slaves in need of rescue. When he'd shown concern for their safety, she'd asked him to join the cause, the fight for freedom. He'd agreed, hesitantly, only for the sake of doing something good for the people victimized by such tyranny.
When the day came to meet with the others in the group, he'd spent the morning worrying. He explained to Jazper the night before that he'd be going to track down his mother in Anathema, to tell her the good news of his engagement with Fia. When the leader had suggested bringing someone along, he'd declined; too many strangers would make his mother uncomfortable. So it was with a well-played lie that he'd gotten the okay to leave. With any luck, all would go well, and he'd come home and marry Fia as planned without any cause for alarm.
He packed only what he needed and with his scythe strapped to his back, the blade covered in thick leather, and a bag strapped around over that, he set off. The trip took him most of the day, a break near noon taken to wash his pack scent off of his pelt in the mulch pine forests, and he was almost disappointed to find a group already gathered by the time he got there. Tayui was there, and a coyote he didn't recognize. In fact, as he looked over the many bodies gathered, none of the looked familiar. A tawny lady in her lupus form, a pale woman with roan markings, a dark coyote with red eyes, a patchy scarred up creature with blue eyes. None of them he knew personally, which he thought to be a double-edged sword. While none of them could guess his weaknesses right off or know of his family back home, he wouldn't really know who to trust either. Still, he memorized each of them as he padded over to join the group, shuffling his bag around and setting both weapon and bag on the ground between front paws.
He took a moment to nod silent greetings to them all, and then another to shift into his more comfortable secui form; this let him wield his scythe (thanks to leather straps on the handle of it, added for such an occasion) as well as feel more comfortable in a group of strangers. Rock colored eyes shifted to Tayui expectedly. For now, he remained silent, demeaner cold and unwelcoming. This was the LeStrange in him now, the monster waiting to be unleashed. His mother would be proud.
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