Surprisingly, the first to answer his call is not of Verdantis. Gabriel eyes them with quiet skepticism, wondering if the rogue was interested in challenging his claim. Instead, they ask for the meaning of the call, and it crosses his mind that perhaps they are not familiar with the language of the howl. Before he can answer, Urna approaches, understandably wary. Upon declaring her support, Gabriel nods to her in silent thanks.
He moves to stand beside Urna rather than let her protect him, attempting to stand close enough that their furs brush together for a moment. His head rises high, and he shows his full height proudly. To the lioness he speaks, "you are trespassing on Verdantis territory," came the words, though they are void of aggression. Instead matter-of-fact in tone, "Verdantis has always vollowed the vill of Ohr, God of life and protection, and those philosophies are deeply reflected in our values. Ve defend those in need, provide each other strength in times of strife, and ve are viercely loyal to our kin and our home," he looks to Urna; an explanation for the hyena's aggression, "my name is Gabriel Richter, ze new leader of Verdantis. Vhat may I call you by?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his tone. Despite the conversation, he keeps his senses alert for others, ears swiveling to listen for sounds, claws extended, and twin tails out for balance.
So she had come from a family of vagrants? or at least her mother had been the same. Caedwyn was thoughtful for a moment, wondering if perhaps she could be swayed to join them. A vagrant had no home, no loyalty already claimed by a Kingdom. That made things easier. But some vagrants simply rebuffed the Kingdom lifestyle and were simply unable to remain in one place. He let out a soft sigh while he thought things over. Trying to convince someone to join a Kingdom if they had already grown accustomed to a solitary lifestyle would be a challenge.
And yet, winter was fast approaching. There was also the necessity of safe passage, shelter, and food. Those were difficult to obtain living by oneself. "Yes, winter is nearly here," he said in response with a thoughtful tone. "Perhaps, there is another solution to your problem. " As he spoke, Caedwyn realized she hadn't answered his question of why she needed to go that way.
She'd mentioned her mother was a vagrant, but did that mean she was meeting up with her mother? or simply travelling?
Caedwyn didn't like making decisions without all the information but there wasn't much he could do here. "If you are simply travelling for winter, perhaps our Kingdom could offer you a safer place to stay?" he made a gamble and hoped he might convincer to join them. "Living on your own can be difficult. In our Kingdom, we can help each other so these winter months won't be so difficult. And you wouldn't need to travel all the way to Brightwood..."
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Where there are Ruins, there is treasure. It was not his first visit here, but it was his first visit here with his new contraption - a chariot of sorts, with the clasps to go over his shoulder and two wheels, but where a person would sit was instead a large box with an open top, its insides empty and lined with pelts for cushioning.
It was too heavy to fly with, so he instead carried it through the nearby portal and made his way to the Ruins from there. Just as he was exploring for loot, he noticed the sound of a conversation between two females, and decided to follow it. Wings stayed to his sides, one covering the satchel he wore, and he rounded the corner to see the culprits.
One of them was a beautiful brown and white lioness, her stature and matching horns immediately noting her as a lioness of adult interest. The other was a massive, bulky wolfess, whose stature and sheer size would normally be a turn-on for the amorous man but instead, this time, seemed to make him wary. He was keenly aware of how easily a scenario like this could turn sour and deadly, but kept his usual charming and friendly demeanor about him as he said with a smile to the two, "Hello, I couldn't help but overhear you two. My name is Matthias Kingsley, I'm a merchant and artisan. If you'd like," he'd say, tail flicking to bring attention to the chariot he carried around, "You can put what you find in here for easier carrying. I promise I'm not a thief. Merchant's honor," he would bring a feline paw over his chest and cross out his heart with a claw. How could he, even if he wanted to? The carriage would be too heavy for any flight or speedy getaway.
"it must have been the pack I smelled on you then." Helix shrugged, assuming that was what probably threw her off guard into thinking she was intruding. "It's nice to meet you too." Her tail thumped against the stone softly. She was grateful he was friendly at least. She hasn't ran into a no friendly face yet in these lands. She didn't want to, either. She wasn't sure how she'd react. It depended on her mood, which was subject to change quite readily given her diagnosis. Her ears perked at Malachi's next string of words. Help him find bedding? "Oh sure." She readily agreed and tilted her horn head to the side slightly. "What kind of bedding do you want? Pelt bedding? Moss? Dried leaves?" She asked curiously so she knew how hard they would have to be at work. She hasn't made a den for herself yet but if she had, she would be hunting down here for their fur and eating the meat as a reward. She wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, however. She got to her paws and stretched her large body then shook her dark pelt, her collars jingled slightly with the movement. "I'm ready when you are." She flashed a grin.
Malachi has left the bluffs in the cool of early morning, his travels bringing him to The Silver Lake. A place of raw beauty. He was balancing on a tree that has long been fell seasons ago, taking a drink of water, when a sound he's never heard before interrupts him. A loud raspy yelp that sounds like yup, yup, yup, yup. feels his head.
'what in the world is that, Malachi thinks to himself, looking around for the source of the sound. His eyes finally set on the source, a group of birds come into his view.
Tuck, tuck, tuck They were taking to each other.
Malachi found himself hunkering down on his perch where he examines the birds as the carelessly wonder around in the field in front of him that is in the shadow of the mountain. The birds are very plump looking in size, with long naked necks and a small hairless head. Lots of feathers fan out on their tails. They look rather plump too. These would make a great meal...and there feathers and other body parts could be rather useful..
He is careful not to make a sound, silently stalking the birds, trying to get as close as he can before he pounces..
"[ooc notes]: Malachi is hunting turkeys along the borders of Duskorna! Anyone can jump in ;} but be mindful of trespassing!
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Fawn beamed when the dark wolf compliments her find, a purr drawing over her lips. Yes, it is a nice find-- I'm surprised it was so easiy found. She admits to the other.
Fawn was in love with the ruins, it was a rather beautiful place- even though it had fallen into disarray through time."I wonder what type of civilization lived here before to make all of...this." A thoughtful sound is made as she looks around the old city, trying to see it in its prime; the hustle and bustle of others and the buddings standing tall and at peak. You know, I'm not sure, but I bet a city like this was amazing to see in its prime, imagine all the knowledge one could find here- especially in one of these buildings-- but it would require a good light source to really see inside one of these buildings. Maybe if she looked around more she could find a light of some kind to use?
Fawn turned to Helix as she introduced herself, looking her over. She has a large C shaped scar on her hip, showing she had been in some kind of battle before. a fighter you say? Now that is quite useful. I'm not one myself-- I would love to have a spar with you sometime, maybe you could give me a few tips? I could always give you herbal knowledge in return if you'd like? She offers the other, waiting for their response.
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Malachi could feel their gaze upon him as he exited the den, they were inspecting him the same way he had done to him. So the canine made a point to outstretch his body so that the dark stranger could have a better look.
He took the moment to enjoy the view.
The stars looked wonderful on the bluffs that overlooked the woods. There were so many one could not count. His eyes studied the constellations above for a short moment.
As night starts to fall his golden skeleton markings would begin to appear all over his body, glowing softly in the dim lighting.
"Oh! Yeah. I'm just exploring. I didn't mean to stumble up on you." She explains to him. "No one owns the land here, it's neutral so you're not doing any harm here. If someone had claimed it, you would know by smell." He reassure her, but it she could probably smell Malachi's realm on himself.
As she sits down she introduced herself as Helix Blackheath. A nice name, she even gave her surname- not something most wolves had-- he did, but he just didn't mention it- not feeling the need to. "It's nice to meet you Helix" With his den dug out and finished he didn't have much left to do except perhaps find something soft for a bedding- but he has no clue where to start on that. "Do you think you could help me find something suitable for a bedding in my den? I'd be willing to help you as well, with anything, if you needed?" He asks her as she sits down, curing her tail around her paws.speech
Helix watched quietly, patiently, as the large cat pulled out a satchel of sorts from the ruins and held it within their maws. She was patient still as the woman tried on the satchel and finally rested it up on her body. "It's a good find!" She commented. The satchel looked like it was in great condition for the area it was founded in. Her tail swayed gently behind her. "I don't think I need anything at the moment, thank you." She told the woman. "I was just looking around." She explained. "I wonder what type of civilization lived here before to make all of...this." she pondered out loud, her attention snapping away momentarily to look around. Her gaze refocused on the lion before her. "Fawn. That's a nice name." She committed it to memory briefly. Large cat with antlers and wings. It would be hard to forget. "My name is Helix. Helix Blackheath." She told the woman. "I'm not much of a herbalist, I'm more of a fighter." She explained shortly, it felt odd to admit it out loud. As if proclaiming to be a fighter would cause some sort of trouble. Would someone challenge her on her abilities to defend herself? Call her arrogant for even saying she was a fighter? Maybe that was all in her head. She tried to banish the thoughts away, blinking softly.
It wasn't long until a voice poked through the rocks, followed by a head. The voice was masculine and when Helix saw the male who the voice belong to, she took in his appearance. He was younger than her, with a white face. Well, not completely white but white enough.He had piercing, vibrant, green eyes. He said this place was his home. She offered him a soft smile. "I hope I'm not intruding." She told him, her gaze followed where he pointed. She nodded and decided to make her way to the bluff. She watched her paw steps carefully as she traversed the rocked terrain until she could hoist herself up onto the stable bluff. Now she was a bit closer to the male and could see him more fully. She was much more taller than he was, by a good bit. His pelt had various shades of blues and whites, namely white on the legs and tail. Her eyes snapped to the starry sky that was much more open and apparent now that she was on the bluff. She seemed lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. "Oh! Yeah. I'm just exploring. I didn't mean to stumble up on you." She gave a soft chuckle. She dipped her head towards the younger wolf. "Malachi." She repeated out loud then repeated several times in her mind over and over to commit it to memory. "I'm Helix. Helix Blackheath." She introduced herself to the male. She sat down on her haunches, curling her tail to her side.
Yes, got it!! Triumph fills her features when the bag is found. The satchel is medium sized and a dark grey leather with a golden strap danging at its side. She grabs it in her teeth and wiggles it over her left shoulder where she secures it and lets it rest.
Fawn was opening the bag to see the contents inside when a voice drifts over the silence that had once filled the ruins around her. Oh, hello! Fawn starts with a smile and cheerful tone, No, no not interrupting a thing dear, I was just looking around this old place for anything useful. Like this! She points to the leather satchel laying securly on her side.
Seems to be there could be much to find here, if you want to have a look too! Fawn admits, her tail flicking behind her curiously. My name is Fawn, I'm an herbalist- at least, I try to be! She says with a grin. What about yourself?
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