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Roamer - Nutuyikruk - 10/10/2025
She was alone.
With the moon turned to blood and the call of polar bears in the northern mountains.
Much time spent with the band. It was broken only now, when Iglux’s rejection of a travel partner stood fresh.
A mountaineers desire to learn of the landscape urged the girl in a wild call to keep moving forward, no matter the fear of a red night. Nutuyik would be as fearless as she’d once been, a livewire now sparked.
RE: Roamer - Torgar - 10/10/2025
old habits did not die easy deaths. torgar told himself he must stop hunting for his brother; that the other boy had gone back to the fjord. yes. but why had he abandoned torgar then? it was a wound with cyclical pain, and as not to dwell on it, the young warrior went out into the snowy world. a hunt, a spar, a few hours of wandering -- he thought it would set him to rights.
but the drifts were stained by pink light. that moon. it put torgar on edge, brought to bear all the superstitions of an ageless fear. he spat twice to the ground, on his left, then veered for another path.
this one carried the young initiate into a place where strange mountains bit at the sky and the other side sloped into a pale waste. how strange, then, to see someone else other than himself here in the alabaster void. he barked to announce himself, not hiding the interested playfulness of his bound as he approached.
but the drifts were stained by pink light. that moon. it put torgar on edge, brought to bear all the superstitions of an ageless fear. he spat twice to the ground, on his left, then veered for another path.
this one carried the young initiate into a place where strange mountains bit at the sky and the other side sloped into a pale waste. how strange, then, to see someone else other than himself here in the alabaster void. he barked to announce himself, not hiding the interested playfulness of his bound as he approached.
RE: Roamer - Journey - 10/11/2025
The veil was a magnificent forest, so she had been told. Maybe it would be a good place to search for her brother, whom she had not seen in a few days time. She wouldn't worry, for Northfall held a freedom of travel where some packs might not, but he was Konungr and with the pack small, had made sure to stay close to home for that exact fear that others might think he had abandoned the pack where so many else had before him.
It seemed, odd, and though, as said, she wasn't quite worried, she took it as every opportunity to go out on a little adventure. And, as it were, the massive evergreen forest truly was magnificent. She hadn't even delve into its depths, yet knew it to be so.
It stretched as far as the eye could see on either side. The deepness of green standing out over the vast open plain of snow, freshly settled onto the land below. A red glow of blood moon over the trees, causing shadows of darkness in the distance.
And there, a woman of ginger and cream as herself, tread outside the forest's grip and another, tawny and tall further from them both.
Halló!She calls out in the night.
RE: Roamer - Nutuyikruk - 10/11/2025
A wolfen form tumbled, leaving powdered snow clouds in the trail of his wake.
She was then tightly upon all fours, front legs splayed into the ground. To the left, a woman, and to her front, a young boy! Heart racing, she jumped quickly to the side and invited hesitant play, running forward to pounce at the snow by his side. Hello, Nutuyikruk would have said, before the call of a woman echoed deep within her ears. A mother, perhaps!
The huntress’s tail anxiously waved for two welcoming greets. Were they travelers from the southern regions?! Ears perked, intrigued! “Hello!” To both boy and woman!
RE: Roamer - Torgar - 10/12/2025
torgar did not think he had ever seen eyes quite the shade worn by the stranger. he was taken aback and drawn in just as quickly. her playfulness matched him, exceeded him, and he barked once with excitement, lunging to follow her on a prancing run.
she was pretty, this girl who smelled of lakewater and wild places, of snow and open blood and many wolves, and torgar realized it with a shy pull in his chest.
the one who came next was pretty also, noted the young warrior, who found himself standing a little more straight.
he glanced to the first girl, to the second; he fell into a playbow and bit the air to challenge.
she was pretty, this girl who smelled of lakewater and wild places, of snow and open blood and many wolves, and torgar realized it with a shy pull in his chest.
the one who came next was pretty also, noted the young warrior, who found himself standing a little more straight.
hallo!he called back hoarsely, voice cracking just at the end. did she speak as he did? the second was green-eyed as well, a frosthued with freckles to interest torgar's bold eyes.
he glanced to the first girl, to the second; he fell into a playbow and bit the air to challenge.
RE: Roamer - Journey - 10/13/2025
Snowy she was, with a cloak of ginger atop her. Eyes were bright of spring greens and as Journey realized so much similarity in their color, she giggles, lifting a freckled face up to her with a grin as she too bows down in play. The other girl seemed around her age, the boy a bit younger, but large and strong, already growing into big paws.
Journey woofs the same and jumps up, her movements quick and she dashes back and forth to the side and even spins as though she were a human again, showing off the flare of a floral summer dress.
The girl smelt of sweet berries, he of pines as herself held hints of. Journey would reach out to the boy, nipping at his tail and then dashing to the side of the girl to nose her hip.