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Seethe - Vali - 01-11-2023
Vali’s foot kicked a rock across the leaves, as he stood above the ruins of his camp. He’d come back just to destroy it, throwing things, dismantling his makeshift tent. He had thrown Codrin’s apples toward the trees so the steed begrudgingly went to find them. He had nothing to wear but some torn trousers, dangling in shreds just by his knees, where his finely toned torso was clad in dirt smears and glistening sweat. He was angry, hurt, and confused. All emotions the feral man wasn’t sure how to process. He stood there for a moment before bellowing a cry of pain, deep and rooted, and then he shifted easily into his standing wolf form.
Tall, large, burly and earthen hued, the man didn’t know what else to do. The chaos was raging inside of him, but he couldn’t do much but stand and seethe, breathing heavily, his body trembling as his mind warred with itself. He wasn’t sure what he could do next, what he would do next, it was all up in the air.
RE: Seethe - Westir - 01-11-2023
| The Ranger | |
| A harmless man is not a good man. A good man is a very, very dangerous man who has it under voluntary control. |  The commotion ahead didn't seem to be of beastial origins. Though the ruckus was alarming, the howl of vocals was distinctly that of a man. Pain seemed to well from within him, and the ranger's pace would hasten, worried that perhaps it was a camp under attack - after all the full moon had only recently passed and some beasties has a hankering for bloodshed, unable to control themselves any longer. Cresting the mossy knoll, he would find one such wolf in repose, though no detectable hint of blood wafted on the breeze. Casting his gaze to the heavens, he knew that the moon had lost its sway over the lycans, reasoning that this one - least surrendered to feralness - was at least in control of his wits. "Simply passing by." He announced his presence, if it hadn't already been detected. "Seems this place has seen better days. Your camp?" The question, though round about would seek to put his mind at ease, to ensure that there hadn't been an attack here. Until then, his grasp would linger near the hilt of his weapon, but not placed upon it. |
| I am not a good man - nor am I harmless |
RE: Seethe - Vali - 01-12-2023
A voice came, but Vali didn’t jump at it. A pointed ear swiveled toward it, soon followed by ocean eyes as he observed the man. He seemed at ease, yet cautious, something Vali couldn’t fault him for. Codrin paid no mind to the man, he was far too distracted finding the apples Vali had rudely thrown. He heaved a grunt through pointed fangs as a furry hand equipped with lethal claws gestured haphazardly to the mess. Jaws expanded slightly ajar, a hissing sound of frustration released, as his ears then pinned and he looked away.
He wasn’t going to randomly attack. The man was feral but he wasn’t too terribly impulsive. When he acted on impulse, bad things happen. He put his trust in Morana and now she was nowhere to be found. He wondered - did she leave on her own? He admittedly didn’t know much about her, but she was gone now, and the beast had been released to the wilds once again, masterless.
Vali with no chains was chaos.
He looked back to the man now, and nodded to the query if it was his camp. His rage had subsided for the moment, thanks to the stranger, so he felt it necessary to morph back into his human confines. How rude it would be of him to remain wolf? He wrapped a shawl haphazardly about his waist to cover the genitals, sitting on a log nearby.
"Is…was,"
RE: Seethe - Westir - 01-20-2023
| The Ranger | |
| A harmless man is not a good man. A good man is a very, very dangerous man who has it under voluntary control. | The wolf acknowledged him with a twitch of his attentive ear. Silence reigned save for the faint growl of what appeared to be frustration or perhaps annoyance. The air was thick with tension, an unbridled anger that bled into the air and lay a heavy burden on the tongue, and the ranger did not press for answer. However, that emotion did not lie pointed at him, and the tightness at the corners of his eyes ebbed away like the tide, just like how his fingers strayed from the safety of his sword. He knew not what it was, but if it were his business to guess, it seemed the rage was born of grief, perhaps denial. Pointless. Something lost. A feeling he once knew all too well. He recognized the emptiness that burned this stranger from within because he had felt it himself. It had seared him until there was naught left but a hole and the ashes of the now cold embers resting in their kiln. So he offered him a slight smile. "Is…was." Even as he shifted back into his human skin, he was a mountain of a man. Imposing, certainly intimidating in his own right. A shawl draped his hips and Westir would shrug out of his lighter cloak and offer it to the fellow as well. "And can be again, friend." He wasted little time in shrugging off the pack on his back, one that contained extra leathers from the hides of his hunts and the extra supplies he carried. "These can be used to patch any holes, the air smells of rain." He settled onto a fallen log opposite of the unknown host he had imposed upon, looking upwards at him with another friendly grin. "We'll need to get you fixed up before it gets here, aye?" |
| I am not a good man - nor am I harmless |