A valley between two mountains with forest and a river. A unique area that fluctuates between various gravity levels, allowing creatures to traverse between the ground and sky. Stars, clouds, and space dust, as well as beautiful trees and flowering plants can be found here
the leaders of verdantis were dropping like flies, it seemed, and anger stirred within the wolf. who dare to challenge verdantis' peace? who, or what, was the cause for the weakening in their ranks? did mercedes and quinnat fall to some unforeseen force, some hidden threat that they could not see? or was the pressure of leadership too much to bare? the wind stirred his curly fur, and he looked out over the territories of verdantis from his perch at the high point of the valley. here the spatial anomaly had a weaker hold, but seemed to defiantly cling onto its control over gravity by keeping everything in this stretch of the valley consistently lighter. it made descending and ascending the sloped hillside easier, which allowed him to make a quicker trek to look out over cloud bend and much of the surrounding land.
just like the anomaly, gabriel remained defiant too. it had not been lost to him that the next highest rank after quinnat was himself, and with quinnat's disappearance, another gap had been made. whatever had caused it would not take him, though. whatever had caused it would pay for taking them away from him. he would avenge mercedes, and he would avenge quinnat. starting first, with keeping verdantis together, keeping it strong. with a fire burning within his belly, the wolf would rise, twin tails and head equally high, and a long, defiant howl would call out through parted maw. a challenge to the forces that be, whether organic or incorporeal, that he would stand tall. but also a call of his ascent. nothing will silence the will of ohr.
With Quinnat's disappearance, Gabriel is attempting to claim the title of leadership.
Others may challenge him for the rank if they so choose.
Gabriel has pre-emptively attempted to put up a Shield around himself.
Is there a time limit? Who knows! I don't even know XD
Character Diceroll 1: Fail Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Constitution.
495 was added for Level 4.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
3 was added for B. Homeland Buff.
Fawn was playing in the unstable gravity that called Cloud Bend home, when a loud howling sound reaches her ears. What on earth was this? She wonders, pausing mid-bound; she lands on the ground with soft ease.
She wouldn't have to search long to find the owner of the sound, they weren't hiding after all. No, they very much wanted to be seen. It is a large wolf with ram horns and impressive spikes down their back, and a set of glowing green eyes- that in her opinion are rather beautiful.
The feline skips over to the other with a gentle ease, the gravity here was so very light and playful in one's movements.
"I heard your call, was there something you need? What are you calling for?" Her head tilts, quizzically to the other in wonder. "I just happened to be nearby when I heard the call, I'm a rather curious animal," she purrs with a grin, making sure to keep ten tail lengths between her and this stranger-- just in case.
The canine seemed to be attempting to put a shield around their body, and for a moment it looked to work; but then it wavered and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Urna wanted so badly to challenge him. To stake her own claim as a leader-candidate for Verdantis, to call for others to see and hear and witness her. To test Gabriel again (had their own spar been so long ago?)
But this wasn't the time. Gabriel would be a good leader. Most in Verdantis knew him already, and his plain and matter-of-fact approach to things meant he was honest and well-liked. He knew how to temper peace with force, as well as force with peace.
She...couldn't be that kind of leader. (How she'd changed since the day she'd limped away from her clan's ancestral territory. To think that she'd stand so close to power and let it pass her by.) A wry chuckle burbled from between her teeth.
Lifting her head, Urna met Gabriel's two-toned green gaze with strength and defiance—not of him, but for Ohr's chosen. After fire, after frost, after drought, life always returned. Under his guidance, Verdantis would flourish.
The new arrival had Urna skipping back a step, her hackles rising. She seemed harmless enough, if oblivious. "You speak to the leader-challenger of Verdantis," she growled. "He calls to see if any defy him. And I," Urna said, taking a step forward to put herself Fawn and the new monarch, "do not."
The hyena that appeared rose her tentacle like hackles. So angry she thinks, with a frown.
Fawn had not come to cause trouble, just to check things out. The call had been loud after all, and it is beckoning to anyone that would hear it.
The unnamed hyena steps forward announcing that she did not challenge the call, but rather she supported it.
There was the urge to narrow her eyes at the growling hyena and her obvious display of aggression. But she does not. There were no such need for those actions around here. She thinks with a frown, being so rude as the Hyena was, she could easily run off potential recruits.
"What are Verdantis Values?" Fawn asks curiously to either, not really caring who answers her. Perhaps this would be a place that I would like to call home. Her eyes move from the leader challenger, then back to hackle raising hyena. Then again, perhaps not. She didn't like aggression, or others that seemed to take joy in showing it.
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.
