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Posted 06-18-2017, 02:58 PM | This post was last modified: 06-22-2017, 11:41 AM by Anaxagoras
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.


❝ THOSE THAT CANNOT SEE THE TRUTH OF THE LIGHT WILL SUFFER ITS WRATH. ❞

takes place shortly after this thread.





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Posted 06-22-2017, 01:39 PM | This post was last modified: 06-22-2017, 01:44 PM by Anaxagoras
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.
anaxagoras
the basilisk king

in my bones there's dignity, He awakens, bleary-eyed and blinking against the sierra's bitter chill. Consciousness, like the utter frigidity of roaring winds, sweeps in to pull him from the snow. As he stands, twin smoldering embers drift out to feast upon the grey-white of a furious winter's night, and he is immediately relieved to have been delivered unto his kingdom. Anaxagoras eagerly devours this fresh, polar world, while his soul murmurs of avarice and prestige. Inexorable veneration strikes his heart through, leaving it to bleed through and further darken his swarthy countenance. Triumph. It roughens the corrugations of his face, where battle-scars arc like lightning from maw to brow. For the breadth of a moment he is carnage personified, the truth of his nature flagrantly exposed -- and then, his knees begin to quiver and quake until he buckles in a cloud of glittering snow. It is then that his eyes lift to find the shadow of his father in the distance, poised regally amidst the whorl of an icy storm. " Father, " groans the King, beseeching the Commander for aid, " the challenge . . . what of the former King? " Against his better judgment, he struggles to rise again -- yet there's no lifting his cumbersome shoulder, still mangled on the surface. Frustrated, he slumps back into the snow with an air of sullen resentment; he is loathe to succumb to weakness, but by the maddening ache in his muscles, it is clear that he will be useless without time to recuperate. He settles for information, instead, even as he resists the enticement of sleep. " Enlighten me? " And o, fatigue seeps in, still, to reap what little energy remains of him. The light recedes from his eyes as they flutter, futilely fighting sleep as it slips back in on the back of numbing darkness. " Tend to the gates while I rest? " It is his last, for no longer can he fend off the encroaching lull of rest and falls, then, into the abyssal clutches of a coma which spans for three days and three nights.

On the fourth morning, Anaxagoras awakens to the vista lit aflame by a brilliant dawn. Warmth spills from the sky like liquid gold, drenching the peaks in gilded light and splendor. The legionnaire rolls sluggishly to his stomach, wasting no time in hoisting himself up on weary paws. Unaware of how much time has passed, he braves a few, shaky strides to peer out over the edge and into the frozen gully below. Memories come back to him, albeit fragmented, and it takes a moment for him to fully recollect what transpired. Remembering his request of Bhaltair, he glances over his shoulder and breathes a sigh of relief as his gaze settles upon the hulking form of his father, in all his bearish glory. He whirls, then, to trod through the snow and take up the man's right side. " It is time, " he decides. There's no heartfelt exchange -- only the promise and solemnity of a new era resounds. Anaxagoras parts from Bhaltair to raise his crown high, while the sun beats down upon his back. Without dawdling, he approaches the makeshift pedestal of ice and stone and leaps upon it to release a profound bellow into the sky. It calls to those whose hearts still belong to Kiyoshi and to the Gelid Sierra; it demands recognition of his right to the crown, and beckons those who fancy themselves allies. So too does it praise Kiyoshi, and honor he who served before him. The legionnaire shifts his stance, turning an eye to the magical barrier of ice shielding his injured shoulder. A dark grin briefly flickers across his countenance, born of ascendancy and prominence. Let them come.

* This is for all members of the Legion, friends of Anaxagoras, Ice members or those who wish to join, and allies. You must post by June 30th, or your character will be removed from the pack. No post comings, please! I will post again on or after the 30th. <3

** Permission by Sabrina for Bhaltair's presence.



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Posted 06-22-2017, 02:49 PM | This post was last modified: 06-22-2017, 02:54 PM by Bhaltair
Storm
Bhaltair
Storm Wolf
Male, 5.50
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
587 ep
© Sabrina
the divine right of kings means the divine right of anyone who can get uppermost

Ever the silent sentinel, Bhaltair remained nearby his son, his hawk-like gaze surveying the infinite white of the Legionnaire's new domain; the wind howled here, buffeting the two relentlessly, and yet he seemed utterly at home ... for the Legion had been born of such endless winter. A slow and cunning smile twisted at his lips, the rampant glory of Kiyoshi having ignited in him something of a fire for this new era that Anaxagoras had ushered in. At a hint of stirring, the king's attention settled firmly on the newly crowned alpha, boundless warmth and pride present in his fierce expression. Bhaltair shifted nearer, a single shoulder offered to Anaxagoras' uninjured side to assist him - but the light in those burning eyes was yet dim, evident of the rest he still required. "Your god is merciful - the man lives," the commander assured him gruffly, managing to stem his disappointment on the matter; the gods would act as the gods would act - far be it from him to instruct them from the mortal plane. When his son faltered, Bhaltair attempted to aid in easing him to the frigid floor. Unto his question, he nodded fiercely and replied, "As if they were my own. Rest easy, my son, for you are Kiyoshi's chosen." Without hesitation, he returned to his watch, lips writhing. Anaxagoras drifted beneath the waves of exhaustion and fatigue - and Bhaltair thrust his maw skyward to loose a heralding cry of victory and triumph, of the Legion's new domination over the Sierras, of pride, of joy, of absolution.

Whilst he slept, the commander remained ever vigilant, parting from his side only to briefly survey the borders and hunt; he would be famished by the time he came to - and he would assuredly need his strength in order to greet the new era. Arranged crudely nearby were the freezing carcasses of several snowshoe hares, a collection of voles, and a single reindeer calf - not a feast, by any means, but perhaps enough to sate his heir and greet the guests-to-come. Bhaltair lay prostrated in silent prayer several feet away from both man and meat when Anaxagoras awoke; for several moments, he went unaware of his son's presence, but his ears twisted at the sound of paws crunching through snow. With one final beseeching request for continued prosperity, the Dalmascan commander arose from the floor and set his sights on the other, a swarthy grin to mirror his son's twitching to life as he spoke (it is time). "Summon your wolves, Ice King, and let us usher in this new dawn," he growled in affirmation, his dark ruby eyes following Anaxagoras as he moved, renewed and unafraid; the sound of his rallying cry incited a chill, gooseflesh prickling along his limbs and hackles springing to life. Bhaltair stole away from the pedestal, snatched one of the fresher hares, and tossed it high - it landed unceremoniously before the new king. "Welcome to your throne, my son," he offered, eyes alight with pride that paired neatly with promise, for this was barely the beginning.



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Posted 06-22-2017, 04:59 PM |
Orestes
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© 
Orestes had not left the Sierra since the legion had brought him here. Despite her outer shell, she cared deeply for her littermate. The only one who had stuck around—the one who had been victorious for the legion! While Bhaltair kept to his side, Orestes refused. She didn't like to see her beloved broken, though she knew they would rise up even stronger! She took it upon herself to do the work he couldn't while he was weakened. There would not be a soul who made it on these mountains without her say so. Without belonging here in the first place. The only time she ever got near to the others was if she was dropping off food for them. She wouldn't linger, drop and off she went.

At first, she swore and snarled her way through the mountains. They were intense and she both loved and hated them. She had adapted fully by the third day, her legs strong and her coat thickening immensely. Winter would have no effect on her anymore! The Sierras were silent and Orestes liked it like that, however the chill of the air is broken on the fourth morning and instantly her lips curl. She can feel the excitement bubble inside her and she can stand it no longer! Her muzzle raises to the skies to answer Kiyoshi' crowned victor. It is powerful, it is ecstatic. Easily it carries up the mountains and he would know Orestes had not left him. She would never. Like a bullet she propels herself through the snow towards him, carving a path that would be erased in the days to come. She cannot help herself as she whines and grunts, stifling only when she is place before the both of them.

She aims to nip them—firmly on their cheeks, pushing and prodded only because there was no one else. She settles again, forcing herself to put some distance between them, her eyes lingering on Kiyoshi' ice and in an instant she was the same skulking creature she always was. Proud and arrogant as her face morphs into nonchalance.





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Posted 06-22-2017, 07:41 PM |
Panik
Spirit
Female, 5.50
Endomorph
35 in, 110 lbs
290 ep
© tig

slaughter house sighs.


she dwells often within the caldera; the lake is a familiar companion, her own countenance more so -- as if gazing long enough could discern some inner secret. it did not hurt that warm-blooded things dwelled within the sparse copses, hidden in the low-slung growths; the delicacy of fish glide through the waters, dark and slippery beneath a winter-cold surface. it is one of these fine prizes that she clasps, as jealous as a sheikh, when the intonations of his voice would reach her. well. it would be a shorter journey home, at least.

the nebulous outermosts of kiyoshi's kingdom pass beneath her without hesitence, and soon enough she is within the white-frosted heart of the mountain. the meat between her teeth was never warm, but she feels the fading life in comparison to these thule surroundings. that body makes a settle at her feet as she regards those who have already attended to the anaxagoras' summons -- she cannot help but paint herself with a gargoyle grin. 'more of hotaru's flock here than your own.' for a moment, she acts beyond the aloof front that sheilds her from the iron and steel of the dalmascan occupants of the cove. 'you could store a ransom of food among the ice and live through a famine, you know.' she allocates herself a perch leftwards of bhaltair, somewhat before the kingly pair so she may observe both them and those that gather and retreats there with her catch. orestes is accorded no mind-- though the gentle scope of those pale ears moves readily in a universal alertness that experience has fostered within her.



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Posted 06-22-2017, 10:21 PM |
Serenity
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© 

s e r e n i t y



the woman moved swiftly through the area, hearing the call from her Alpha. Lifting her head, she made her own call for the pups, calling the little ones to come and meet their new king. After doing so she would slowly make her way into the area, large doe brown eyes glancing around for a few moments. Before she made it all the way there though, she scent of a hare caught her attention and she lowered herself down, sneaking forward in an attempt to grab some dinner. Swiftly she would attack, catching and killing the prey before dangling it in her mouth and finally appearing in the clearing. Walking over to the Alpha, she would lay it down in front of him before turning swiftly and heading off to the side to sit down, away from everyone else. She wouldn't utter a word unless talked to and sat there, curling her tail around herself to keep warm.
"@[Aquilo] @[Luxasse] @[Rava] Turner @[Tyrion] Althea"



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Posted 06-26-2017, 12:47 PM |
Althea
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It had been some time since she heard the call for a meeting. Eyes the color of the brightest sky regarded her frosty home. She woke up this morning feeling, somehow refreshed. Dainty paws piked her way across the cold surface, her body had since gotten used to it. With a bit of pep i her step she made swift way to where she heard his voice. His voice, Anaxagoras. So it was he who had emerged victorious. She nodded her darkened crown and slunk hurriedly. Best to be at a crowning ceremony promptly.

Cresting a rise she saw them. Bhaltair, Anaxagoras on his throne. Orestes sat skulked and silent. Fair Serenity, all were silent. Well, no need to break it. She walked in, nodded to both of the Alphas, and took her spot not too far away from them. She was eager to see what was going to transpire.



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Posted 06-29-2017, 02:05 PM |
Cavae
Rogue
Female, 4.25
Ectomorph
40 in, 98 lbs
376 ep
© 4.25

show them how you conjure fire
There was no denying the bugle cry that erupted from the sierras and shook the north. Something on the winds had changed and in a few lingering moments the energy all around shifted. Cavae’s head lifted from the long wisps of fur that draped over her. Sleek like oil, the tresses poured down the nape of her neck and over her shoulder. Long, dragon like ears sat high and tapered atop her crown. The temple of her body rose upon legs as long as pillars, snow falling from her undercarriage. It was soft, like powder, and without so much as a shake released from her cloak as she descended the plateau to advance upon the sierras. Somehow, deep in the pit of her belly, she knew it was him.

With the grace of a battle ready mare, she ran down the narrow passage between the plateau and the sierras. It was a safe trek, one she often bypassed in favor of moving south as opposed to west, but today was different. She had to sate her curiosity, her knowing, had to rest eyes on him one more time. Her black cloak billowed in the wind she created, talons ripping up the surface of coated snow over the lands as she charged onward through the borders and into the depths of the Ice Packlands. She was an unbridled and furious creature, a shadow of vehemence and merciless elegance. Snow kicked up beneath her, blasting a cloud of frost particles in her wake. Her heart raced but it wasn’t just because of the speed at which the ectomorph ran. (Pushing herself to her limits, she was unaware of the way her jaws hung open desperate for air, or how her lungs grew cold as the ice hit their chambers with every breath.) Just before reaching the throne she feels the pit of her stomach knot with nausea and her exhilaration suddenly wane. What was she doing?! Wild eyes burst with exotic, kaleidoscope colors as she discovered how late it was now to turn back. For now she advanced upon them, the growing number of wolves, the rise of their new leader Anaxagoras.

No conscious effort was made but her body steadied and slowed to a composed walk. Wind pealed the dark tresses of wild black hair from her face. Her eyes settled on the man she knew before this moment.

’Does the wolf not marvel at the wings of a bird, whilst the bird looks longingly to the teeth of a wolf?’

She swallowed hard in an effort to forget the things he said.. but she hadn’t ever let it go. If she had, perhaps she wouldn’t have ran so hard, perhaps she wouldn’t be standing before him now, a year later, marveling at the giant despite his battle weathered condition. Cavae’s heart was racing, keenly aware that they were not alone, but despite it all she dares to inhale and in a single exhale say his name, ”Nax.”




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Posted 06-29-2017, 05:30 PM |
Divine
Vodka
Divine Wolf
Female, 5.00
Endomorph
34 in, 128 lbs
14 ep
© Aubers
(not claiming a spot just letting you know I should be able to get my brood here over the weekend ^_^)



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Posted 07-01-2017, 11:30 PM |
Aex
Unregistered
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ep
© 
Aex leaps through the snow with rabbitlike eagerness, long limbs (awkward and gangly with the onset of young adulthood) kicking up waves of white that fall back to the earth in near silence. Her's is a quiet world now, muffled by the immovable embrace of snow. She has never seen so much of it, save for from a distance, when this mountain and its kin were naught but distant shapes. The peaks of Doutaini act as a silver crown on the sacred land, and she is delighted to live amidst the tines.

She hears voices ahead, captured by the eagerly alert ears that sit atop her head. The young Dalmasca pauses to take a deep breath, gathering herself in order to convey an ostensibly calm demeanor. As soon as she lays eyes on her father, the illusion shatters and Aex surges forward, past the other faces (familiar or not) in favor of Anaxagoras. He is perched above her, but she scrambles up and over ridges of stone and snow to reach his side.

She hasn't seen or spoken to him in days, instead anxiously recusing herself. Give him time to heal, she had scolded herself. But he was here now! She tucks her slender body neatly at his side, the picture of a delighted, devoted daughter. Only when she has given him a plethora of anxious kisses does she turn to gaze at the wolves gathered. "Oh!" she gasps softly, but does not move, instead offering all of them a beatific smile.



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Posted 07-02-2017, 05:11 PM |
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.
anaxagoras
the basilisk king

From upon his glacial throne, Anaxagoras peers out into the endless sea of gilded, snowy dunes with lips pressed in a thin, thin line. With Bhaltair and Orestes standing tall at his back, offering their familial support, the dark king feels a swell of gratitude rising in his chest. But his stony frame is still against the frigid wind as it slices through his dense coat -- he was born of the cold, of unyielding mountains and bitter gusts, and he will not be moved by Kiyoshi's harsh grasp. It sways only his heart, pulling it into an embrace that speaks of home. The sun crawls higher in the sky as they perch on edge, waiting patiently for those who've been summoned to emerge in the white-blue distance. First to grace their company is Bhaltair's pallid queen, and Anaxagoras narrows his eyes as her voice carves from him a clear expression of mild disdain. His tempered countenance remains unmoved, though the shadow of a knowing grin curves the corners of his lips. " A trick learned in my youth, where I was birthed in conditions not unlike these. Fret not, for my people will fare well, here. " Were the queen of his own brood, he might've ventured to cut deeper with sharper words, but he resolves to pointedly remove his gaze and, instead, transfers it to their newest arrival. The female, a woman unknown to him, seizes her place among them shortly before the arrival of another -- a babe, whose throat gleams bright with Kiyoshi's gem. To them both, he offers a small, welcoming smile. Fear not, his flaming gaze imparts, for we come in service of the same god.

A frown deepens the chasms of his face, furrowing his brow and tugging his lips until they purse with increasing avidity. Their numbers are fewer than he might have imagined, and he wonders, idly, how long their patron-god had suffered without a proper number of followers to pay due respects to the true King of Ice. His eyes turn toward the heavens, surveying scant wisps of periwinkle clouds overhead. A sigh breaks the silence in a plume of draconic breath; it is no matter, he thinks, for I will rebuild this forgotten kingdom. His eyes return to settle upon his dismal gathering, when a figure crests over an impenetrable wall of white in the distance. Squinting, Anaxagoras watches as languid, confident strides deliver the wolf close enough for him to discern her face. A gasp renders him breathless as it hitches in his throat -- he recognizes her the moment she's close enough, as his name flees from her lips in a reckless whisper. " Cavae! " The umbra-king knows no hesitation as he leaps from his icy throne and skids gracefully down a steep slope of snow to greet her, head-on. It's been ages since they last met, and he can still remember the ferocity in her gaze, and the depths to which she would reach for a taste of true magnificence. She, the lioness in wolf's skin, is a sight for sore, sore eyes, and he leans in to offer a nip as the wayward strands of hair dancing about her face. " It has been too long, " he admits, beaming down at her with a glinting, too-wide grin. There's no mistaking her bare throat; the absence of Haya's gem is not lost on the legionnaire. " Have you come to allow me to fulfill my promise to you? Would you taste of Kiyoshi's grace, dear Cavae, in both service and heart? " Though Anaxagoras doesn't know where she's been all this time, he is as eager to place her among his ranks as he was the day he visited the valley, and promised her the prestige she so deserved. Would you have me as your king? There's a secretive, plying grin, meant only for her, which graces his maw before he turns from her and returns to his throne. No matter her choice, there's thunder rumbling in his chest to have laid eyes on her once more, and he knows that wherever life takes her, he will be loathe to lose sight of her again. It is the glorious entrance of his sweet daughter that tears his eyes away, and he beams from ear to ear. As she bounds forth, kicking up glorious, alabaster waves in her wake, he aims to plant a swift kiss upon her crown and brushes her cheek briefly with a chilly nose. " Welcome home, darling, " he murmurs against her ear.

Time crawls on, and it soon becomes apparent that no others would join them, today -- at least not in a timely and respectful manner. Warmth bleeds from his visage, leaving it cold and bereft of mercy for those who wish to shun their gelid deity. He is less disappointed in the absence of his children, who have never before graced these snowy hills, than he is of those who claim to serve Ice with their gleaming amulets of rime. " I cannot say I am impressed, " Anaxagoras growls, sweeping his hardened stare over those gathered. " But for those of you who have managed to arrive, know that I am no beast, come to pilfer your home and ravage your weak. I serve Kiyoshi with naught but the utmost faith, and I expect you all to do the same. This marks the beginning of a new era -- an era which will revitalize our home. If you've a specialty, come forth and speak freely. So long as your faith and loyalty remain true, your voices will be heard. But do not mistake my graciousness for vulnerability -- I am a man of my word as much as I am a man of action, and I will not hesitate to strike down traitors and blasphemers. In turn, those who serve with honor will be richly rewarded. " A penetrating stare drifts pointedly from wolf to wolf, ensuring that his message is clearly heard and understood. With that, he flicks his tail and a tight smile dares to grace his impassive mien. " My name is Anaxagoras Dalmasca, and I have taken up the crown to both lead and serve those beneath me. Henceforth, my children will be known as scions, and my trusted friend - Cavae - will join us as beta, should she accept. We currently hold alliances with Wind, Divine, and Earth -- the rest remain to be seen. There is much to be done, still, and I will be keeping a keen eye on those of you who seek to become more than the common rabble. " Those who bore the gem of Kiyoshi and failed to arrive would have their necklaces shattered, then, to be replaced only upon their return to Gelid Sierra. The legionnaire has no time for idle wolves -- today, he asks only that they take up arms beside him to brave the storm, or turn their backs without a backward glance. Kiyoshi's time would be wasted no longer.


Bhaltair Orestes Panik Althea Serenity Cavae Aex Aion Savvas



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Posted 07-02-2017, 06:04 PM | This post was last modified: 07-02-2017, 06:05 PM by Cavae
Cavae
Rogue
Female, 4.25
Ectomorph
40 in, 98 lbs
376 ep
© 4.25
Redemption is a word that has no meaning here
Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub, Cavae’s pounding heart is drowning everything out, but he does not keep her waiting long. Standing there ankle deep in the snow she watches the light burst through his fiery eyes. Within his gaze she ignites. Cavae cannot deny him a brilliant and celebratory smile as Anaxagoras unfurls from his throne and descends upon her. His careless speed provokes her concern, for she can see the wounds and scars that decorate this warlord king. ”Steady!” She seethes quietly through clenched incisors. The brush of her raven hair moves against his touch and she leans only slightly into it, her lashes heavily shadowing the content gaze to be so close to him. (I missed you.) Even if their worlds grew apart, even if their lives had moved on, she had missed him. In this moment she forgets the silence upon the mountain, the manipulative twist of her grandmother’s words, or the abandonment she harbored for so long. None of it seemed as real as the umbra king standing before her. ”No,” Cavae admitted, shaking her head slightly, her voice low. ”I came to see you. I didn’t know where you had gone and- fuck, Nax. I’m glad you’re ok,” she fusses, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing at the layer of ice that armored what appeared to be a wound. A peculiar look masked the angles of her face, but she wouldn’t press further on his condition. Worry would not be harbored here; Anaxagoras was fine and as far as she knew he still had the legion behind him. With a sigh she withdrew from him, quiet as she looked around at the small gathering before them.

Her heart begins to steady and the raven colored woman brings herself to sit where she was standing. She didn’t know what to expect, but she’d be damned if she didn’t witness his ascension. Cavae let the lengths of her ears fold over her skull casually, looking over the grouping. There were other pack wolves here, in truth they represented the majority, and it’s then she hears Anaxagoras’s disdain. The expression of her masked face hardens, black lined lip rising in subtle fashion. What the hell was going on? Storm’s borders were met with silence and Ice had all but a few wolves to show.. were all the packs so weak in numbers since her return? Was this why Doutaini had seemed so quiet? She’s pensive and nearly loses herself in her thoughts until she hears her name. Immediately those kaleidoscope eyes snap upon Nax and in surprise her pupils narrow and irises widen. The color in her normally shadowed eyes absorbs all the light around them and become something fiercely vibrant and startling. What? She mouths quietly to him, startled. She hadn’t seen him for a year. In that time she’d been a rogue, a mercenary, an outcast and a rogue all over again.. was she worth such a thing to him? Surely the experienced politician and soldier knew better.

Swallowing her surprise down, Cavae rose to her paws. She looked to the batch of Ice wolves, then to the more dominant presence of the pack wolves. With controlled steps she moves to near his throne, looking upon the pup at his side. Her mind is rapid firing and she doesn’t know how to process it all in such a short amount of time. But with the presence – or lack there of – of wolves here, she knew he needed her. ”There’s something I must do first.” The heaviness of her voice is accompanied by a stoic expression. If she could avoid disappointing him she would, but first she had to find Vae. ”It’s best if I go without Kiyoshi’s necklace, unmarked. Trust me and I will return to you and Ice.” Those eyes stare up into his without falter and she hopes he can see she is genuine.



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