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Post by Tyrothen on Aug 19, 2012 0:46:24 GMT -5
Tyrothen had taken a gentle stroll through his new lands, feeling them out, learning them. The thing in his head had quieted, as though observing with him, picking out the holes where he would torture Tyrothen in his sleep. For now, he felt strong, proud even, to be where he was. This was a step in the correct direction; he could feel it. He had readied himself for some time now for a reply or insult from the darkness, but none came. Perhaps even it was appreciating what was here, a place to call home, his... well, theirs.
The wind blew, sending a message to him. Nares picked up scents of two other clans, one seeming to be the same temperament as theirs, and the other something far more sinister. His hackles jerked up almost instantly, and the sense to protect Akira rose to his immediate attention. He knew that the feisty Queen was fine and could protect herself, but these things made him nervous. He turned from the view and began using his nose to sniff out his Queen; he needed to assure himself that she was within good health.
His voice was useless for finding her, and a sigh exited him as he was reminded of this fact. There would never be a cure for it; he could drink as much water as he wanted and it would never quench his voice. His tongue licked his maw in slight exasperation of this as his muscles carried him onward. "Akira!" He called as loudly as his voice would allow him, and a hack was his reward. The Queen would come, she always seemed to have a way to find him, just like she had on the day she had accepted him in. It was a trait he had grown fond of, and one of the few things that gave him the urge to chuckle now and again.
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Post by Akira Foxe on Aug 21, 2012 20:34:20 GMT -5
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Rearing up on her hind legs to claw the crap out of a tree to mark her territory, her ears caught a small, rasping cry in the distance. Lately, with the additions to her pack, she had been careful to always keep on ear quite wide open. She recognized the calling as the voice as her Dipplomat, Tryothen whom she had become rather fond of. He was a kind creature and had earned her trust as of late. Leaving a last scratch in the trunk, she started towards the sound, quietly as was her way.
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[/i] she said as she sat down in front of him, reminding herself to keep a bit of a regal air about herself. Despite how fond she was of him, he was still a member of her clan. "What can I do for you today?[/i] [/style][/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=3] [STYLE=font-family: trajan pro; color: #2FBDA5; font-size: 12px;] And all you're ever going to be is mean <3
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Post by Tyrothen on Aug 22, 2012 13:49:22 GMT -5
Relief rushed over his face as his Queen found him. There would have been hell to pay in blood should she have gone missing. His navy banner waved to her in greeting, and then took its respectful place below hers. The smile creased into a frown; now that he was sure she was safe, it was time to talk serious.
He padded over to her, and gave her s short-lived nuzzle, no necessarily affectionately, but almost to make sure she was real. His mind had played tricks on him before out of fun, and though it was now silent and watching, it was a habit he had become accustomed to. "My Queen, I came to talk to you about the south." His voice tumbled and cracked, like scraping gravel against a chalkboard. He paused a moment, looking at her facade to see if there was any recognition of the subject. "Something is afoot. The stench from there is something... evil." You don't say? Well, why aren't we having ourselves a little visit? You're wasting your time here!
Tyrothen flinched at the sudden reoccurrence of his other self, shaking his head to clear his now sullied thoughts. He lost grasp of why he had come to Akira to speak, but vaguely remembered trouble in the south, and the urge to investigate. Amber-speckled eyes closed and opened again in an attempt to regain his grasp on reality, and they seemed somewhat unfocused. The teal wolf locked his eyes onto that of his Queen's, as though the vision of her was the only thing keeping him on his feet.
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