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Dawnbreak (Mediator (Wisdom Pillar))
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wolf

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afab (she/hers)

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3 (03/30/2022)

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Average

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Light

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Stocky

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melted gold

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sunspots, stormclouds & seafoam

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sea & snow

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The scene before her was....preposterous.

Solulfur shuffled her paws, digging one of her claws into the front of her paw to try to assess if this were a dream. Before her lay a patch of mostly cleared land, the plants in the earth clearly mostly placed there with intention, a set of hedges that had naturally grown into an odd little grove visibly bristling with thorns, and amidst all this...Strangeness was a silvery woman, small and tailless, chasing after a set of young quail without a weary cry.

The Sun-wolf stared at the quail scuttling about for a long second, a predator's cunning sharp within her gaze as she considered them and their tantalizing, erratic movements. Finally, she brought her attention back to the stranger at paw. Molten gold trailed across the woman's body, sizing up her frail size and frame. She wore a pelt of white dashed through with silver points, and Solulfur wondered if she was distantly related to the Shakti-Vaes clan with their traditionally monochrome colors. The same sharpness that had pinned the quail down eventually shifted up to meet the unnamed stranger's bright blue eyes.

Size and shape meant little in the long run. It would be spirit that determined this stranger's worthiness of the mountain she was...shaping.

Surely, this little wolf had been the one to clear the natural plants from this strip of land and replace them with her selection of sprouts? A curious move, one Solulfur was eager to question. Greetings. Solulfur suddenly remembered the plant she'd stepped on, and winced just slightly. I am sorry, I did not know there was a...garden being cultivated here. Are you another of our Menders? I didn't realize we'd had another join our ranks.

And, in case whatever reputation she'd garnered for herself preceded her; and in case the fra Nordri name was familiar to this silver and blue-eyed bob-tail, Solulfur continued: I am Solulfur fra Nordri-Crane, Mediator.
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RE: if peter piper picked a pint of peppers, - by Sólúlfur - 3/10/2025, 11:38 PM

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