Alone and Forgotten
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ooc: Secui Form


The young female was quite the sight, but out of courtesy the Nomad did not let her gaze linger too long on her face. The wounds were not to be ashamed of, her culture would say. Rather they were the marks of struggle and one overcoming the challenges. The marks of a survivor and one so young at that. From what she could see of the young wolf made the Issor smile in quiet praise, but still she remained quiet to allow the jackal pair to speak.

Her gaze fell kindly to Sira with weathered maw again gently gracing a long ear for her well conducted greeting, then with a soft sound akin to a ‘woof’ she dismissed the pair at their leisure. “Lyris…” The woman addressed the young one softly. “It is a pleasure to meet a wanderer…especially one that is seeking a home.” Folding her haunches beneath her, the Nomad made herself comfortable before the land’s guest. Her gaze again flickered briefly over the girl’s wounds then looked to her muzzle once more. “It looks as though your journey has not been without its challenges…but you prevailed over them and that is what matters.”

Smiling, the she-wolf lowered her head in humble gesture with a more, detailed introduction on her lips. “I am X’yrin, this Family’s Issor... and Shepard to the Nomads within. Their Alpha. And I must ask; is it only a home you seek? Or something more?” The did youth have ambitions? This was what the Issor wanted to know. While the lands of Sangi’lak could provide a home, so much more did the Family have to offer. So long as the potential was there and the mind was open and willing to receive.

As she waited patiently for reply, a lone black feather twirled in its descent toward the ground, but was caught within the wild mane of the Nomad, laying within the bed of autumn alongside the many others like it. Then its source swiftly followed, landing smoothly on the shoulder of the Shepard spanning his wings to their fullest span, then tucked him neatly at his sides. The gleaming eyes of the vulture fell on the pale wolf, looking to her wounds with such hunger and interest. But it did not move forward. It hadn’t been instructed to yet.


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