fear and anger call the dragons
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Out of Character

*prances around* I guess it should be Kol, then Alexey, then Cwmfen as far as the first round goes. ^^



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In Character

She was exhausted. Kol lacked both the energy and the will to shift out of her secui form as she and Lexey made the trek back to Dahlia de Mai. Blood both dry and fresh seeped from numerous wounds across her body, most of which were centered around her face, neck, shoulders, and chest. She walked determinedly, despite the limp in her left foreleg and the pain that coursed through her, her violet eyes hard as ice as she flicked them from the path ahead to the friend at her side. There was no question that the tawny Koios woman had saved Kol's life this night, but she was still angry at her for putting herself in danger on the Stormbringer's behalf.


It was a good thing that Lexey could see, because Kol was busy blinking the blood from her vision as it leaked into her eyes from the gash in her forehead. Being a Dahlian scout, the black female knew the area and the way home well enough, but it was hard to navigate her way when all she could see and smell was her own blood. Without Alexey, Kol probably would have gotten lost and collapsed from exhaustion long before reaching home.


The woman had no idea how long it had taken, but she could have kissed the ground as the pair passed over the well-known borderline into Dahlian territory. When it came to the packlands, she could find her way perfectly regardless of sense deprivation. Not even pausing her stride for fear of not getting back up, Kol glanced at her companion and best friend as she set her paws in a particular direction, her voice ragged between panting breaths. "Gotta...tell someone...about that thing. Cwmfen's den is...closest." Without waiting for her friend's reply, Kol turned back in the direction she'd picked. Alexey would either come or not, it was up to her. Kol quietly hoped it would be the former.





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300+ Eeeh, sorry about the wait. I suck.
Silence was comforting. Alexey somewhat preferred their lack of communication for the time being. It was better to keep quiet and avoid saying anything that might fuel Kol’s anger. Her friend was a sorry sight indeed, but it was nothing compared to what she would’ve looked like if that beast would’ve succeeded in getting its jaws around her neck. Every time those bloodied eyes turned her way, the Koios girl simply responded by folding her ears back against her head. Lexey wasn’t sure what she’d done wrong and even though the question was on the tip of her tongue, she remained quiet.
It was amazing how the Stormbringer femme could still stand up after the beating she’d just taken. Her determination and courage were admirable. In her situation, Alexey knew that she probably would’ve been the first to give up. Honey-hued eyes remained on the path ahead, knowing that if she took the time to assimilate her best friend’s wounds, panic would soon overtake her mind and body. She was fine. Cwmfen would fix her. While the caregiver did not know the Adonis personally, Kol’s trust in her made it easier for Lexey to put her companion’s well-being into another wolf’s hands. Everything was going to be alright.
“Okay,” was her only response to her friend’s ragged statement. When Kol took the lead, Lexey quickly got her butt in gear and caught up. Although she wasn’t much help right now, the amber-eyed woman felt it was her duty to stay by her roommate’s side. Perhaps her assistance would be needed in the near future. It pained her to see Kol in such a state when all she’d earned were a few scratches here and there. Alexey glanced down at her claws and the tufts of bloodied fur they’d gathered. At least she’d inflicted some damage.


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What time of day is this?
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Cwmfen’s body felt as if it had completely healed, as if those mindlessly inflicted wounds of that red-eyed coy had faded into forgetfulness. But the mind did not forget, and it was not fooled. The healing had been drawn out, if only by a week, for her impatience. Haku had been there that day to keep her mind occupied, but he was not here this day. This day, she was alone in that solitude she so cherished. And yet, she would not have minded if some creature had come to share her company. And quietly, almost passively, she hoped that it would be the Lilium again. But the warrior did not dwell long on such thing not worth wasting time over. Simply hoping would not bring him or anyone, and she knew that the others would be occupied with their own business. And she was occupied with her own. Now that her body would allow her to move a little easier once more, she had taken to practicing her bow. But she did not shift down. Not yet.


The black, woad marked fae moved silently through the woods, her movements as fluid and transient as the shadows that fell from the boughs of the trees. And the blue woad broke up the solidity of her tenebrous form, providing camouflage aside from the martial power and protection that were held within them. The white orbs were alert, the only light and trace of her passing presence. The woad bound ears were erected and her nose alerted, searching for any sign of passing. The bow held loosely within her hands sung dimly as it searched, and it hungered for flesh. The warrior was not searching for a wolf, or any canine for that matter. She sought food. The flesh of rabbit or rat or mouse. For the past moon, she had eaten only briefly, relying upon the food that had been provided by those willing, or the scraps that she had managed to scavenge. And the warrior, while thankful for those scraps, tired of scavenging. Today, she meant to hunt.


She paused, her ceasing sudden but fluid, indiscernible from the sylvan setting. Her head lifted in the silence, the ears swiveling as she searched for that movement. She found it again—to her left. The white orbs darted to find the movement, catching it in the distance. And then she was moving again, and it was as if she hunted an enemy. The bow lifted, an arrow already knocked upon the tendon. The black fae was no more than a spear’s length from her quarry when she stopped again, lifting her bow and drawing the tendon back for the kill. But she stopped herself and lowered the bow once more. The shapes were too familiar, but she could not scent them for the wind that drew it away. Silently, the warrior moved in to investigate. And she was glad, for when she identified the creature—or creatures—it turned out to be her packmates. One was Kol Stormbringer, whom she had met only recently and briefly, but whom she had taken a liking to; and she trusted Stormbringer more because Haku did, and he did not trust many. The other was Alexey, the she-wolf that Sankor had sought even when they had first met, but whom she had never had the pleasure of meeting.


The she-wolf gave a short call, something between a bark and a growl, in greeting. But it was not until she had joined them that she realized that there was a severity within the air. As she approached then head on, she slung her bow upon her shoulder, holding the arrow still within her right hand. The white orbs sought those of the other two. "What happened?" The alto melody was soft, but it held a belligerence in it. She hoped that Kol had not been wounded by another packmate. But whoever did do this would be found and dealt with.



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