[DND] Lost at the hands of Fate

Strelein von Rosnete · 05-11-2012, 06:35 PM

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Stumble upon!, backdated to when the caravan came to AW

The past day had Strel thinking about his place in life. His first and only mate was long gone and the Dauphin could hardly believe he had passed his fifth birthday already. His ties to Noss' family were severed when the man left the Kingdom and he could feel his ties to any family disappearing faster than he liked. Usually secluded, he did still long for the love of family, even though children were not for him. He knew the caravan was coming to the Tribe, and his memories of the place were both good and bad. It would be a good to visit the place. Following the heels of the caravan, Strel kept his pace slow and deliberate. He was not going for trade and was not part of the caravan.

The walk gave him time to think. Noss' family was sure to be gone. He had not heard of Ralla, nor of her children since the war had ended. Ayasha had been the last to visit him and that had ended on a strange note. The young woman probably left for her mate. With no Ralla there, it meant freedom and anarchy would descend upon her children, if they were still there. Ayasah was grown and away, probably. But what about the others? Aleu and Alaster? Did they follow their mother? Did they miss their brother, who had died? Ahiga was the one who had disobeyed him the most, but he was also the one who had paid him the most attention.

Sad and morose, the Dauphin wondered if his venture was a wise one. None of the Nishants were left, just as Noss was no longer around. Where did his family go? Strel slowly found himself at the borders, and he did not know what to do. He was half torn between returning to the Court and his duties, or staying around and greeting the woman in charge of the Tribe. Heading south along the border, the second-in-command of the Court found himself unsure. The scent of Aniwaya was thick here, but he was along the borders, where the scent markers lay. Nearby, a scent came strong, as though close.

Brows furrowed, the redheaded man straightened his vest as he looked for the source of the scent. If he could get some information, he could leave with something and not be forced to interact further. The figure he caught in his sight was a pale one, with darkness on the surface. Something was familiar, but something was not. The wolf was silently playing with something. As the redheaded came closer, he kept himself tall and proud. "Greetings," he said loudly, keeping himself at a slight distance.

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