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Abandon The Darkness - Rurik - 6/6/2026
What a thrilling yet terrifying experience, to be whisked away from a traumatic life. Only to be given to a brand new world, the possibility of a new life. Rurik had awoken from a deep sleep, just after taking off from his natal pack. Mother had wanted him to find his sister, to also find the one that he once called brother.
But if he did find either of them in the end, it wouldn't be to bring them back home. That place no longer held chains to the ebony man. Finally broken free of their grip, he was to try and find a new way of being. But where on earth exactly was he?
The man had gotten to his feet, trying to get himself straightened out before heading off in any one direction. The land was spread far and wide, with great rolling hills and dotted trees all around him. As well as some scattered rock formations for good measure. A pretty sight but with somewhat less then favorable weather conditions. The wind was picking up relatively fast, the sky looking as though it might rain at any moment.
Grey clouds littered the sky, seemingly grumpy without the sun to spread its light. Then a new scent was picked up on the wind: the smell of deer was nearby. Rurik's stomach growled, lips now a little wet at the possibility of food. Does he dare go it alone? Hell, better then starving out here in the middle of nowhere. So off he went, alert and cautious.
RE: Abandon The Darkness - Selkie. - 6/9/2026
Selkie did not know these meadows- but there had been nowhere to go in the fierce winter cold, and they had to be close. The wind came warmer and sharper with salt and pine.
He was drawn by it. He missed the sea.
A swift pace carried him over sloping hills. He had carried his seaglass and shells all the way from the North and was glad he might not have to carry them any longer! It was very inconvenient. But they had come this far and he was not willing to surrender them now.
He was cresting another rise when he caught sight of the man. Selkie slowed his gait, ears angled. He was cautious, now! But still curious, and judged the space between them enough to make a quick escape.
Wendi should not have to handle it. Selkie did not know what was wrong with him, only that it was. And that meant he should keep strangers away!
He straightened. "Who're ye?" he asked around his mouthful of trinkets.
He was drawn by it. He missed the sea.
A swift pace carried him over sloping hills. He had carried his seaglass and shells all the way from the North and was glad he might not have to carry them any longer! It was very inconvenient. But they had come this far and he was not willing to surrender them now.
He was cresting another rise when he caught sight of the man. Selkie slowed his gait, ears angled. He was cautious, now! But still curious, and judged the space between them enough to make a quick escape.
Wendi should not have to handle it. Selkie did not know what was wrong with him, only that it was. And that meant he should keep strangers away!
He straightened. "Who're ye?" he asked around his mouthful of trinkets.
RE: Abandon The Darkness - Rurik - 6/13/2026
Rurik had been trying to mind his own business, the thought of seeking out his remaining family members being the only thing that mattered to him. But when the universe decided to place someone in his way, the black and steel colored male stopped his tracks with annoyance in his eyes.
A pup called out to him, items of the sea grasped in his maw.
No one that should concern you, boy.A flash of white teeth left his mouth, a clack of his jaws pressing together in a warning.
But if you should know for sure, come closer if you must.There was a sharpness to his gaze, in his words. Let the brat come.
RE: Abandon The Darkness - Wendigo - 6/14/2026
Careful, careful, never too careful.
It would be too easy to fall back into himself, and Wendi fought the urge. The urge to run, to sequester himself into the cold reaches of the furthest northern tundra, to not linger around souls so innocent. So soft. So beloved. What would Grim and Selkie become, if they stayed with him? Jaded? Violent? Or would they simply become loners, not used to the company of their own kind? Ill-adjusted, ridden with anxiety and desperation?
Yet still, he had figured which way was home. He had seen the pine forest, smelled the salt in the air. Knew they were close.
And he had let Selkie keep going.
The urge to return called, and that scared Wendigo. What would he return to? What would Sarge think, now that his teeth had scarred the Wisp? What of his other littermates? Would Kobold still like to hunt for treasure? Would Lichen still shadow him, quiet, comforting? Would Honor still try to boss him about? And the others? Would Lyra (Myna) and Mal look upon him with suspicion, a fae grown and dangerous? The other whelps - he had never interacted with them overmuch, but would they turn to taunting him?
Would the lot of them poke and prod and question and force him into a corner until he couldn't think?
Wendigo's presence was coincidental today, frowning as he caught sight of Selkie --ahead, above, on the top of a hill-- just as he called out to some unseen figure. In his own jaws, a great wide leaf; not as sturdy as a pelt might've been, but he had not the time to lay out any scrap of hide to offer something better yet for Selkie's wares. Enough had been gathered now that offering to help carry them wouldn't be sufficient, and a tool was needed.
The returning, gruff voice was not appreciated.
Wendigo's slow, long steps brought him closer to his brother. Once at his dappled flanks, looming overhead in quiet support, he lowered his head over one silver side to proffer the leaf for analysis. It took great effort to force his pelt to remain flat, but his ringed gaze flicked down the hill to the massive, dark stranger.
Cold. Impassive. Uncaring, truthfully; he was here to protect his littermate and display to those who came before him that Selkie was not to be threatened with impunity. Otherwise, it wasn't like he had much to say himself.
The glance was brief. It could not even be called a warning. In the next moment, Wendigo's focus moved back down to Selkie to see what he thought to gain from this man.
It would be too easy to fall back into himself, and Wendi fought the urge. The urge to run, to sequester himself into the cold reaches of the furthest northern tundra, to not linger around souls so innocent. So soft. So beloved. What would Grim and Selkie become, if they stayed with him? Jaded? Violent? Or would they simply become loners, not used to the company of their own kind? Ill-adjusted, ridden with anxiety and desperation?
Yet still, he had figured which way was home. He had seen the pine forest, smelled the salt in the air. Knew they were close.
And he had let Selkie keep going.
The urge to return called, and that scared Wendigo. What would he return to? What would Sarge think, now that his teeth had scarred the Wisp? What of his other littermates? Would Kobold still like to hunt for treasure? Would Lichen still shadow him, quiet, comforting? Would Honor still try to boss him about? And the others? Would Lyra (Myna) and Mal look upon him with suspicion, a fae grown and dangerous? The other whelps - he had never interacted with them overmuch, but would they turn to taunting him?
Would the lot of them poke and prod and question and force him into a corner until he couldn't think?
Wendigo's presence was coincidental today, frowning as he caught sight of Selkie --ahead, above, on the top of a hill-- just as he called out to some unseen figure. In his own jaws, a great wide leaf; not as sturdy as a pelt might've been, but he had not the time to lay out any scrap of hide to offer something better yet for Selkie's wares. Enough had been gathered now that offering to help carry them wouldn't be sufficient, and a tool was needed.
The returning, gruff voice was not appreciated.
Wendigo's slow, long steps brought him closer to his brother. Once at his dappled flanks, looming overhead in quiet support, he lowered his head over one silver side to proffer the leaf for analysis. It took great effort to force his pelt to remain flat, but his ringed gaze flicked down the hill to the massive, dark stranger.
Cold. Impassive. Uncaring, truthfully; he was here to protect his littermate and display to those who came before him that Selkie was not to be threatened with impunity. Otherwise, it wasn't like he had much to say himself.
The glance was brief. It could not even be called a warning. In the next moment, Wendigo's focus moved back down to Selkie to see what he thought to gain from this man.