Skill: Hunter
She didn't need to be told twice. While she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about all the mystic mumbo-jumbo regarding runes and saving the world, to say nothing of the mysterious disembodied voice, if there was one thing that might entice Aurelia to the cause it was ridding the land of these cursed the plagues.
Particularly her Vale.
Aurelia stared down the great stag from a distance, brow furrowing as a stern expression set in throughout her features. She wasn't afraid. She had felled giants, bested the Black Sun, and whether or not luck was involved, the facts remained and she felt confident.
The little Shakti-Vaès could do it.
Would do it.
As Tiberii and Isaiah flew past her in a gust of wind, Aurelia felt a rush of adrenaline as she, too, became swept up in the thrill of the chase - like a silver star, the woman streaked through the crowd to catch up to her siblings, a peculiar look of something bordering on excitement sparkling in her eyes. She was not one to be excited by the average hunt, but this was different.
This had meaning.
Aurelia, one of the smallest wolves of the hunting party, slipped easily between the smaller deer and their flailing limbs to head straight for the big stag.
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