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when the laurel grows heavy on your brow - Dracarys - 6/7/2025
a lil joining thread; all welcome! <3
he has not seen hide nor hair of his sister in some time, the summit that she had sought to claim devoid of her scent. though upset roils in his chest, a darkness that threatens to swallow him; dracarys keeps to his plan, with some deviation. with the strange visions he's gotten he hasn't been sleeping well. and because he hasn't been sleeping well, he hasn't been hunting well either. he conserves as much strength as he can to hunt rabbit; small mammals that keep starvation at bay but what feels like barely.
he's thin.
and he's tired.
and he craves the hierarchy of a pack.
and so he set off in search of one, settling for the one nearest his position. he stops a respectful distance from their borders, tips his head back and lets out a low howl to announce his presence; squinting against the sun of the early morning as it rises over the horizon.
he's thin.
and he's tired.
and he craves the hierarchy of a pack.
and so he set off in search of one, settling for the one nearest his position. he stops a respectful distance from their borders, tips his head back and lets out a low howl to announce his presence; squinting against the sun of the early morning as it rises over the horizon.
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RE: when the laurel grows heavy on your brow - Hildeguarde - 6/7/2025
Skill: Guardian[1/5]
It was as though the moment life had returned to some semblance of normalcy, it'd been ousted from her again—all in a single night, taken by a single dream. She'd finally reunited with Vidarr . Finally accepted that life could move forward, even in Thyra's absence. A soft sigh slipped through pale lips.
Hilde did her best to return to at least somewhat of a routine, sauntering along the meandering path that was Dawnbreak's borders. It'd been months since she first joined, yet she still felt horribly out of place. In truth, the only reason she was here at all was for her husband—if not for him, she'd be long gone, basking in the precious rarity that was solitude.
That was not true loyalty. Hilde was in no way insecure, yet she couldn't help but worry; was she even worthy of a seat within their ranks? Is that what she even wanted? Even if it weren't, she harbored no doubt that Vidarr would never leave them. And she would never leave Vidarr. Not ever.
A cry broke through the trees, a short distance away from where Hilde stood. She froze. Her head whipped back, hackles already beginning to rise. Was that a warning? A battle cry? A distress signal? The voice was unfamiliar. Loud, seemingly calm. Eerily so.
At a steady lope, she raced through the frost-strewn fields and halted abruptly when the flaxen figure came to sight. Dammit. This stranger was large—perhaps as tall as Vidarr, even.
She drew nearer, sharp golden eyes observing him. A face carved by youthful beauty, though marred along the brow. A figure—was he simply lithe, or was he thinned by hardship? She chuffed quietly in a wordless greeting, muscles tense, yet her head held low in a peaceful gesture.
Hildeguarde held her tail behind her with taut neutrality.
Hilde did her best to return to at least somewhat of a routine, sauntering along the meandering path that was Dawnbreak's borders. It'd been months since she first joined, yet she still felt horribly out of place. In truth, the only reason she was here at all was for her husband—if not for him, she'd be long gone, basking in the precious rarity that was solitude.
That was not true loyalty. Hilde was in no way insecure, yet she couldn't help but worry; was she even worthy of a seat within their ranks? Is that what she even wanted? Even if it weren't, she harbored no doubt that Vidarr would never leave them. And she would never leave Vidarr. Not ever.
A cry broke through the trees, a short distance away from where Hilde stood. She froze. Her head whipped back, hackles already beginning to rise. Was that a warning? A battle cry? A distress signal? The voice was unfamiliar. Loud, seemingly calm. Eerily so.
At a steady lope, she raced through the frost-strewn fields and halted abruptly when the flaxen figure came to sight. Dammit. This stranger was large—perhaps as tall as Vidarr, even.
She drew nearer, sharp golden eyes observing him. A face carved by youthful beauty, though marred along the brow. A figure—was he simply lithe, or was he thinned by hardship? She chuffed quietly in a wordless greeting, muscles tense, yet her head held low in a peaceful gesture.
Hildeguarde held her tail behind her with taut neutrality.
Hallå,She barked.
What business have you got here?A practiced scrutiny drew over the younger newcomer, narrowed with a calculated glare.
RE: when the laurel grows heavy on your brow - Dracarys - 6/8/2025
it is not long before he is greeted by a woman, draped in a coat of pale snow whites and some dark accents and golden eyes. she appears — fairly — to scrutinize him, and dracarys wonders how many come to their borders seeking to join. and maybe, he allows, he is just being unfair. he, too, would be wary of strangers if he were in her place. he dips his head; out of deference and respect. she is a pack wolf and he is but a vagabond near their borders. the line of hierarchy is painfully clear.
i am searching for a home.the seadragon offers simply before falling quiet. waiting for any questions that may come his way.
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RE: when the laurel grows heavy on your brow - Hildeguarde - 6/8/2025
Skill: Orator [2/5]
Hilde hesitated for a moment. She was habitually hostile towards strangers, with little mercy to be shown to even the most pathetic. Yet, things had changed. This was not Kaldvegr. She had no right to banish a wolf from borders that were not closed. Perhaps it was something Dawnbreak took pride in: being deeply hospitable, welcoming towards everyone.
A soft huff left her lips in contemplation. It was hard to tell what to do. She wasn't accustomed to showing such mannerisms—not to strangers, at least. Her ear twitched.
A soft huff left her lips in contemplation. It was hard to tell what to do. She wasn't accustomed to showing such mannerisms—not to strangers, at least. Her ear twitched.
I have no right to welcome you to these lands,she began, speaking carefully.
Yet, I have no right to banish you from them, either.A pause. Sharp golden eyes once again shifted over the stranger, one last look-over. Just for good measure.
I can tell easily that you will not be a threat among our ranks,she resumed.
I can bring you to someone of higher authority—so long as you do not to give me a reason to throw you back out.She turned, ready to make the trek back up the ridges that surrounded their home.