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[Sedition Wick]

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Phasma.



Dusk settling in over Jaded Shadows had brought a reminder from home in the form of a cawing, rather annoying creature. The noise alone that the bird made was enough to draw Sedition out from his carving in the commons and surprisingly no one else seemed to emerge to examine the racket yet. The crow perched atop the branch near the pack den had looked eerily familiar and after a closer observation he noticed the tiny sliver of paper that was Vorr's trademark. Even as the reigning alpha of Berowick she still found a way to bother her younger brother from afar. Bowing low to Daniels, Vorraussetzung's main companion bird he straightened and found the crow daintily perched on his silver shoulder so he could take the piece of paper.



As a messenger Daniels excelled, as a friendly creature -- he failed. He was a rather obtrusive and demanding creature, who's only reason for existing was obtaining food and Sedition surely thought, annoying those who weren't bird lovers. Rooting in his small satchel he gave the bird a small piece of wood scratched with the charcoal stick he used for carving and sent him off. Since they were younger it had been the confirmation that he had received the message and that Daniels had once again done his job properly. Blue eyes watched as black charcoal bird took wing towards the southwest, as the crow flies of a path he had traveled three times now. Sedition knew that there was meat waiting back in Berowick for the crow and knew by the quick flight that he had been wanting it since he left.



Unraveling the piece of paper he saw the quick message, a basic 'how everyone was' and bragging that the job as alpha wasn't nearly as hard as she had believed it would be. Smiling he put the paper in his satchel along with his tools. He found himself suddenly relieved. His sister was fine, his home was fine and he could begin again at Jaded Shadows without regrets. It was a nice feeling. Heading back into the den and emerging minutes later with his claimed prize from the city he set down to rosin the bow of the slightly cracked fiddle. The rosin had been the difficult part, and although the fiddle was no Stradivarius it played. Tongue set in between his teeth he started to tune it, the feeling of a home-sung tune beginning to wander into his mind. It was as though he had been waiting for confirmation of 'all is well' from Vorr and now he could settle back into his familiar role as a musician, dancer and carver. All the comforts of home and another chance to meet those who called the Bleeding Souls landscape home. Now he just had to work on hunting so he wouldn't starve.

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[Phasma Kiles]

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indentThe sudden sound of cawing shooting through the lands had been the very first thing to catch her attention. It was likely that someone was trying to catch the bird, as idiotic as that usually was, she decided as she rolled over to her stomach, staring across at the exit into the hallways of the main den. Eventually the sound died off into nothing more than the flapping of wings, which she could clearly hear as it carried through the tunnels. Phasma almost grinned at the fact that the bird had gotten away and, for a short moment, she was curious who'd been after it.


indentPushing her hands against the floor, the raven woman brought herself to stand, dusting herself off for a short moments before finally starting her way out of her room inside the den. The hallways had become easy to navigate in her short time as a member of Jaded Shadows and she was not surprised when she soon found herself in the main area. What did surprise her, though, was the sudden sound that drifted in from the outside. It was something that she'd heard before, long ago. An instrument. Phasma wouldn't have been able to name exactly what it was but she knew well enough that they were used to make music.


indentGrabbing her blanket, which was thrown to the side of the entrance, Phasma wrapped it around herself and stepped out into the cool air. It took her only a few short moments to spot the wolf and the instrument and, for only a short while, she stood and watched. "What is it called?" She asked finally, slate eyes wandering across the form of the wolf and the instrument that he held, curious. L'vair had been the last to play her music and it had been ages since she'd seen him.

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[Sedition Wick]

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He had wondered as a young one how the violin seemed to possess him. He had asked his uncle how the violin knew what to say to make such beautiful music. After all, birds knew all the right words to the song and the wind just accompanied them. A violin, however, didn't need to eat, didn't even breathe and never uttered a word besides the wonderful music (or horrible screeching) when played. Like a rock, his uncle had explained the violin was not alive. Rocks don't play music, he had reminded his uncle rather precociously and violins did. And so had been the life of young Sedition and his various adventures most of which were adventures into the human city and towns that surrounded their settlement.



Now he knew the story and as his eyes opened at the approaching scent of another he let a grin slide across his features as he finished the song. Swinging the fiddle down he extended a hand after a posing in a low wide-swept bow. The other female, though the scent not as strong as others, had the scent of leadership and regardless of her time in the Shadowlands her respect was still given as it would be to Fatin or any other. "It's a violin. Some call it a fiddle though if you're playing fast, dancy music like I was. Same instrument though." He offered the instrument to her in case she wanted a closer look (some wolves weren't too keen on human technology) before brushing off some snow and settling down nearby on a stump. Putting away the rosin and setting the bow beside him he brought one furred leg underneath him and focused his attention on the wolf before him. "Weather's cold this time a'year. Sedition Wick, by the way Endymion's cousin from the Southwest. May I ask the Lady's name?" Again polite and sensitive and ever the optimist. Why he was almost the perfect gentleman to bring home to mother.

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[Phasma Kiles]

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indentMusic was something that Phasma had imagined she wouldn't ever hear again. There were very few people around Bleeding Souls that took so keenly to human things and, even then, not many of them would take the time to learn to play or were born with the ability to just do so. No matter how surprising, it had been a refreshing thing to hear, and the sound of it brought a smile to the face of the weary woman. He bowed and Phasma smiled more, tipping her head and leaning forward just a bit. About that time, though, the violin was extended toward her, and she reached one finger out to touch the very edge of it. They were precious items, she knew, and she didn't want to be at fault for any harm coming to it.


indent"I haven't seen one in ages." She commented quietly, straightening herself up a bit as she spoke. It was indeed the very same instrument that L'vair had played for her so long ago. As he sat Phasma took a few short steps forwards, shifting her weight to seat herself on one of the many rocks that had been placed outside the den for sitting purposes. "There was someone, quite some time ago, that used to play one also." She couldn't help but to wonder just how L'vair was doing now. "Phasma Kiles." And again a smile. "I came to Jaded Shadows just a few weeks back. Thorn and Rurik are your uncles, then?" She couldn't help asking because, if she remembered correctly, Endymion had been Thorn's son.

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[Sedition Wick]

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The lady, now known as Phasma Kiles was both pleasant and friendly and this pleased Sedition. Wolves around here only brought back fond memories of Berowick and though they were wistful he wouldn't trade this for them. She touched the violin and the werewolf noticed the gentle touch. It wasn't something that valuable but he knew that it would be a long while before he came across another one. "I would have liked to meet them." Sedition said, blue eyes studying the woman then glancing at the violin. She commented that she was new to Jaded Shadows too and he wondered if that was true why her rank smelled far higher than his own. It wasn't something he'd ask though best just to leave that statement be.



Then she said something curious and Sed' raised a furred eyebrow despite himself. Thorn? Rurik? The Russo brothers? A moment's pondering and he remembered Salvaged's stories about the Russian brothers. Then he made the connection and shook his head. "No, I'm Salvaged Eternity's cousin, I guess through adoption Endy is my cousin. I know of Thorn and Rurik though. Only met Thorn in brief passing. He stayed in Berowick a night before moving on." A pause and then as an afterthought he added, "Berowick's my home tribe, Endymion's brother Valerik and Salvaged stayed with us for a fortnite before returning." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to say that but he did nonetheless. A bitter pang of homesickness overwhelmed him and he shook his head to clear the thoughts. "How do you know them? It seems all of Bleeding Souls bloodlines cross at some point, reminds me of home."

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