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Post by Adurnak on Oct 3, 2015 19:32:41 GMT -6
Vyrn sighed as he looked out over the Toai Ruins, where he had denned before and during the war. Time didn't seem to have done much to this place, at least at first glance. Sure, some of the structures had finished collapsing, and the place was a bit more overgrown, but he could still find his was around without any difficulty.
"Of course, it isn't called Toai anymore, is it?" He rumbled to himself. He didn't get why everyone had decided to rename all the territories. What was wrong with the names they already had? Changing them would just confuse people, wouldn't it? Ah, well... Maybe that's what he got for leaving for so long. He wasn't even sure why he left in the first place, other than simple restlessness. Whatever. He couldn't change the past, and he was here now. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head back and let loose a long, piercing howl. |
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Post by Relairah on Oct 3, 2015 23:12:29 GMT -6
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Pale ears twitched in the direction of the call. She sat upon a particularly large pile of ruble some ways off, her fur as white as the brilliant moon above. She had chosen to take wolf form at this moment... perhaps because it raised less attention. The only difference about the ever-ivory was the silvery swirls that marked her entire body. Yet the oddest part of this wolfess was the silver mirror hanging about her neck. It was surrounded in an array of curls and it veiled the pale violet moon embedded in the fur of her chest. The mark of her species. Or at least half... Though even without the mark her breeding was evident in the lithe graceful features of her body.
Edreiah made no movement to alter her position, but she did turn her head now in the direction of the other wolf. She was not far from him... and from where she sat she would be perfectly visible against the night sky. "'Tis a beautiful moon to howl to tonight, isn't it?" she called. |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 4, 2015 12:16:41 GMT -6
Vyrn's muzzle twitched as he allowed himself a small smile. He'd thought he had smelled another wolf nearby, earlier, but then the wind had shifted, and he had lost the scent. In his younger years he would have tracked them down, and possibly confronted them. Never had they been the one to find him. Turning, he padded towards the newcomer, not wanting to have to raise his voice much. It was only when he reached the base of the rubble pile that he spoke.
"It is indeed, stranger, although to be honest I thought I was doing so alone. Who are you, if I may ask, and what brings you Toai?"
Others could call it what they wanted. To him, Drackeep would always be the Toai Ruins.
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Post by Relairah on Oct 4, 2015 17:09:37 GMT -6
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She still needed to answer his question. "Perhaps the need for familiarity in these lands," she said. The answer was true enough. "Or perhaps for the view of the sky from the top of these ruins," she said, turning her gaze toward him once more worth a faint smile. |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 4, 2015 20:00:56 GMT -6
Vyrn shook his head with a sigh. Why, in Fate's own Name, couldn't anyone give him a straight answer nowadays? He had enough silver fur already without everyone sidestepping questions or answering with half-truths. Still, if this was who he thought it was, then at least he would know that it was how they normally acted.
"You only answered half of my question. Although..." Gathering himself, he jumped, bounding easily up the pile of rubble to sit beside the pale wolf. "That's quite normal for you, isn't it?" |
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Post by Relairah on Oct 4, 2015 20:23:04 GMT -6
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She wondered if her answer would satisfy him, or if he would still feel as though she left something out. It was not often she was entirely honest with another... but then again, every now and then she was. This wolf intrigued her already. Perhaps that was not such a good thing for him. Or perhaps it wouldn't matter.
"What about you?" she asked, intending to return his question. |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 5, 2015 14:22:27 GMT -6
Vyrn gave a soft 'chuff' of a laugh, a wisp of black flame escaping his muzzle. He couldn't remember everyone being this evasive. Then again, he had been gone for... what was it? Five years? Or was it six? It was hard to tell, sometimes, having lived through so many of them.
"This is my home, although I left for a time, after the Great War ended. And you still have not answered to first part of my question; what is your name?" |
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Post by Relairah on Oct 8, 2015 21:58:46 GMT -6
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She swished her long tail, letting it curl about herself though the tufts at the end draped over the side of the ruble they sat on.
OoC: Soo yea I totally forgot he even asked her name <<;;;; my bad XD |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 9, 2015 20:39:23 GMT -6
Vyrn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Edreiah's tone and movements. Was she... flirting with him? Surely not! He dismissed the idea with the flick of an ear, responding instead to her query as to his own name.
"I am known as Vyrn." There had been a time when he would have replied with his full title, Vyrn tsyr Ny'Caltas, Guardian of the Toai Ruins, but those days were long past. Names held power, and the Great War had served as a savage and brutal wake-up call. Besides, he could hardly claim to be the guardian of a place he hadn't resided in, or even near, for over five years?
There was one question that was nagging at him, though...
"Did you fight in the Great War? I seem to remember one of my compatriots telling me about a female that looked similar to you."
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Post by Relairah on Oct 11, 2015 22:34:16 GMT -6
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 12, 2015 16:01:54 GMT -6
This time Vyrn grinned outright. "You remember Navanic Firewing, yes? He was a winged wolf with glowing red markings and severe thrill issues."
His smiled faded a bit as he thought about his old friend. He hadn't seen the winged Elemental Wolf since the War, and had no idea where he was. Still, he knew Navanic was still alive; Jakkun had said she had run in to him on her journey here, and that had been less than a tenday ago.
"Who was your friend?" |
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Post by Relairah on Oct 12, 2015 16:25:16 GMT -6
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"Her name is Moriâ... I suppose she is like family to me, you could say." Moriâ was best known now for her once alliance with Endymion, being the mother of the Empress of Giaku, and finally being an older figure from those who were once the noble of the great rival pack of what was once Shinkou.
"So then, what became of your friend?" she asked. |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 12, 2015 17:44:36 GMT -6
Moriâ... He knew that name. She was the mother of the former Empress of Giaku, Lacrimosa, and of the former Princess Mascamora. He mentally filed that bit of info away; it was often useful to know who had connections where.
"He survived the War, if that's what you're asking." Vyrn shrugged, then continued, "Navanic took off wandering around the same time I did, and I haven't seen him since. A... close friend of mine met him several days ago, so I know he still lives."
He was silent for a moment, and then...
"What does your amulet do?"
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Post by Relairah on Oct 18, 2015 23:37:12 GMT -6
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Now that he asked, though... she felt herself wanting to answer his question in a particular fashion. "Would you like me to show you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Perhaps he would insist she explain. She wondered... |
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Post by Adurnak on Oct 19, 2015 19:28:02 GMT -6
Vyrn growls, a low, rumbling sound emanating from deep in his chest. His eyes narrow threateningly, and more wisps of black fire escape his jaws as he rounds on Edreiah, his long claws grating against the rubble. White fangs glint for an instant, and then the black male vanishes into thin air. His voice, when he speaks, comes from no discernable direction, and carries no small threat of violence.
"What sort of fool do you take me for, Edreiah?"
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