New Purpose

Asgeir · 10-22-2012, 12:50 AM

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Form: Optime, wearing one feather below his left ear in his mane. The carving WC: 600+. Table by Bria

It had been a couple days since Asgeir had been out, preferring to busy himself within the den despite the weather's change for the better. The chill in the morning was hard on his knees, and so he preferred to wait till mid-day or later to be active outside. This morning he had chosen to work by the fire on an intricate carving of a deer, small enough that when he finished it he would be able to string it on a lanyard by a small hole behind its shoulder blades and in front of its pelvis. The delicate stag sat perfectly in the palm of his hand, right on the largest pad.

His ears swiveled as the voice of the Issum rang out, addressed to X'yrin. Given the direction and the way it echoed within the cavern, Asgeir assumed that the autumn lady was nearer the den than was Jaden. Quietly he laid the small carving among his furs, and after a moment, he added the plaid from atop his head to the pile. He took up his spear and went as far as the mouth of the sleeping area to hear the exchange. He did not understand fully what the argument was about, hearing only parts of the discourse. There was some disagreement between the black and white wolf and a packmate who had been a part of Sangi'lak before Asgeir himself, X'ies. That did not concern him. What galled the man was the fact that Jaden, by his own admission, had come armed, prepared to use weapons against X'yrin if she refused to let him take action against the Lambda.

The golden femme replied with the refusal Asgeir expected. Of course she would not let that course of action take place. He peeped around the lip of the cave to view what was going on, taking care not to let himself be seen in time to see X'yrin proceed toward the path she took upwards, and caught well what she said about letting Jaden's seed take root before she disappeared up the path, but little of what followed from both their lips in the face of his anger.

As Jaden moved up from the path to the flat area before the den X'yrin guarded, Asgeir followed from the opposite direction. The path he took was less clearly defined, and more than once he had to climb to the next flat place, his long spear clamped in his mouth. Twice Asgeir heard Jaden call out for the Lambda to come and speak with him, the second time going so far as to impugn X'ies as a coward. By the sounds of things above, X'ies had at least come to within speaking distance of the mouth of the cave. Asgeir paused to rest on a smaller ledge, merely listening impatiently to the interchange, till one word from two mouths filled him with rage.

He was going to fight, not only a lady, but a pregnant lady? Not whilst Asgeir lived. A final climb and the elder was on the same level as the other three individuals. He held his spear at the ready before him, striding with purpose to stand beside and slightly before his Issor. He addressed the black and white male with bared ivory fangs as his gravelly voice rang out. His pregnant bodyguard has but t' say the word an' her spear-man'll do th' fightin'. Without turning, he spoke to X'yrin. When I joined here, I pledged muh skills and muh life t' you and t' th' Family... And if what I heard is truth, he ain't actin' like family, and he certainly ain't no gennelman. His golden eyes rested coldly on Jaden's blue ones at this last. His position was now clear, and whatever speech needed to happen between the Lambda and the Issum could happen, now that the Issor's protection was assured.

Asgeir

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