We'll See Where This Goes -- Ccl and 432302
Posted 2024-10-25 08:54:33
Raziel shifted, he couldn't help but feel an odd panging guilt. He was certain he'd done the right thing; Branwen should know. What was he expected to do, never tell his leader that-- "She's a cryptid," he said, "I think. Or something like it." Branwen considered this in silence for a few moments. She wasn't necessarily sure what implications that information had. She said slowly, choosing each word carefully, "I don't know if that's... pertinent to our business today. I see no reason we should rethink our alliance. If I may ask--" she looked up at the other alpha. "Claire, is this true? And if so, why hide it from me?" |
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Posted 2024-10-25 08:57:17
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Posted 2024-10-25 09:07:40
Raziel deflated, glad he hadn't sparked a conflict. Then a thought brushed the back of his mind. "If you don't mind me asking--" he glanced at Branwen, who nodded her permission-- "do you know anything about the corrupted creatures? Luc- an elder of ours seems convinced that they have something to do with cryptids." Branwen grimaced. "Lucienne has always been a cranky old fool," she said with a rare bitterness. "But I suppose it's a fair question. Does your pack have any knowledge on the corruption?" |
Clementine #145210 |
Posted 2024-10-25 09:18:11
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Posted 2024-10-25 09:23:26
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Clementine #145210 |
Posted 2024-10-25 09:30:32
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Posted 2024-10-25 11:45:29
Raziel understood immediately. He scurried deeper into the den, and found the winding path obscured by more deerskin curtains. He emerged a few minutes later, something bone-colored, hefty, and branchlike clamped in his jaw. He deposited it heavily at Branwen's paws, and she pushed it to the Cryptid. "An antler of the Cain elk," she said, "as a token of our good faith. It's a rite of passage in our pack for a yearling to hunt their own Cain elk, all by themselves. They're a rare breed, and live at high altitudes. This wasn't caught by a pack member--it was salvaged from a carcass by Raziel here, not too long ago. They're said to bring good fortune. At the very least," she added with a wry smile, "it'll make a charming mantelpiece." |
Clementine #145210 |
Posted 2024-10-25 13:48:19
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Posted 2024-11-01 06:28:12
Again, she looked at Raziel, and he felt distantly uneased; did she expect him to say or do something? He couldn't think of anything to add, so just glanced down at his paws. (Sorry for not responding, it's been a wild week; feel free to badger me in the future if you get impatient!) |
Clementine #145210 |
Posted 2024-11-01 06:40:04
She ducked her head. "I will see myself out. Thank you," she picked up the antler then turned and padded away, tail swishing. For a moment, it might appear as a serpent tail, but that quickly changed back to a normal wolf's tail. She hardly had the patience to get out of the camp before she shook herself, her form altering into her Cryptid form. She flapped her wings then took to the sky, not caring as much as she should have about who did or didn't see her. As long as she got home in time. |
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