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RE: praefectus - Seutonius - 3/5/2026
gjalla remained the only acquaintance of his own which demanded little of him. his time in the packland was coming to an end, and yet he had found reasons to linger. these, of course, did not bear analysis, not now.
the roman had deferred to the tall warrior as their lead, and now she directed them. stifling the prideful urge to explain that he did not need such, suetonius only scolded himself for the sour nature with which he found himself often grappling.
her strategy was sound, and in this observation, the moment went away. returning to himself, the mien befitting a decorated man-at-arms, not a petulant boy, he followed in routine, easy step.
this night, it rushed his nostrils, his mouth, his eyes, and he was reminded again of how long he had been on the move.
the roman had deferred to the tall warrior as their lead, and now she directed them. stifling the prideful urge to explain that he did not need such, suetonius only scolded himself for the sour nature with which he found himself often grappling.
her strategy was sound, and in this observation, the moment went away. returning to himself, the mien befitting a decorated man-at-arms, not a petulant boy, he followed in routine, easy step.
this night, it rushed his nostrils, his mouth, his eyes, and he was reminded again of how long he had been on the move.
RE: praefectus - Gjalla - 4/16/2026
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the trail tightens as they move. what had been a scatter of prints begins to sort itself into individual hooves in the mud, a small herd threading through the trees. a faint shift in her path nudges them wider, just as she’d said.
there—a break in pattern. one set lagging half a stride behind the others.
gjalla ghosts to a halt, lowering herself slightly against the brush. her head turns just enough for him to catch the line of her jaw, the direction of her focus without words. this one.
RE: praefectus - Seutonius - 5/3/2026
the last time he had hunted with another, before this world, had been with a man quite dear to him. dear to him in a way that seutonius had not delved into, for what was the worth of that? they had hunted stags beneath golden light and he had felt, just for a time, the weight of a long siege lifted from him.
this was much the same. as he and gjalla sought among the shadows, seutonius was reminded of that vivid time. these moments held the same sharp clarity; as gjall tilted her head, seutonius followed the line of her set mouth toward the straggler.
roman slunk past warrior, low to the earth, awaiting her first explosion of speed before he added his own.
this was much the same. as he and gjalla sought among the shadows, seutonius was reminded of that vivid time. these moments held the same sharp clarity; as gjall tilted her head, seutonius followed the line of her set mouth toward the straggler.
roman slunk past warrior, low to the earth, awaiting her first explosion of speed before he added his own.
RE: praefectus - Gjalla - 6/18/2026
this is very late my bad :')
gjalla's body coils beneath the brush, dark fur swallowing the scant light, ears pitched forward as the herd breathes and shuffles somewhere beyond the trees. the lagging one flickers in and out between trunks, a loose seam in the moving dark. her muzzle tips once. now.
the brush gives under her first burst, a black blur unspooling from stillness, and the herd reacts a heartbeat too late. hooves punch at the mud, branches snap back against flanks, and the straggler startles off its line as gjalla drives straight for its shoulder, angling to cut it from the others before it can fold back into the safety of the herd.
the deer lunges aside, and gjalla veers with it, carving through the undergrowth in a hard black line, every muscle in her frame snapping taut with pursuit. the herd breaks in a scatter of motion ahead.