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She'd become hardened,
like the granite of the mountains that surrounded her.

There was an emptiness to her that was almost ... welcomed. But it was wanting, too. There was something that took her over, that drove her into the only stability she had left: Dawnbreak. She could do nothing else but weave her lifeforce into it, and be as strong for them as the mountains of the Vale were for her.

She let her hurt fester within as she walked, deciding upon finding a somewhat familiar face that had been with them for some time. A hard worker, lost behind a quiet face. Wolf? The roughness of her voice strained with morning disuse, and she pressed her ears forward, shaking the sleep from her expression as she sought him out.

It was about time she figured out how he was liking Dawnbreak, wasn't it?

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Since lamb had returned something inside him had... Woken. A feral need to drive himself further, harder, deeper. Wolf no longer floated, Wolf was.

He had been pacing the borders that morning when a familiar voice rang through the silence that had surrounded the beast. A voice he welcomed in his solitude. Tiberii... He rumbled, a deep guttural sound with a smile that caused his head to turn as he stopped. Dropping his tail behind him the indigo man waved his limp appendage behind him and dipped his head as he arched his cranium over his shoulder.

How are you...? He questioned as the man turned to face the equally large woman who held high in her position.

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The mysterious indigo man was not far from within her reach. She followed the long strides that he'd made, trailing in his patrols for only a few moments before he would notice her.

Her name fell from his lips, and she would slow her pace, returning his head dip with one of her own. One of mutual respect. She felt somehow more connected to him in this moment, feeling quiet and lost and without a name. And she knew that wasn't a fair comparison, but she couldn't help but drift ever closer.

"How are you?"

His words, innocent question, would carry more weight than he would ever know.

Tiberii's gaze would flicker, and she'd offer a falsified smile, pressing a laugh from her lips. It's been shit, she'd tell him with honesty, her words rough despite the smile on her lips. The only thing she could do to prevent herself the devastation of her own memories was to turn the conversation back to Wolf. Ya been hangin' in there? M'sorry I haven't been 'round much ta check in on ya. She would blink, cupping her ears forward and flicking her tail softly behind her.

After all, he'd been the one alone.

No identity.

She should have checked on him.

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She returned his respectful head dip and he waved his tail once more in response to her own. Though when she gave him the honesty of her answer he frowned, his smile fading fast and his tail coming to a halt. She turned the attention to him and he waved his tail though he held his smile this time.

I've been alright... I've found my lamb... He replied, his head rising a bit to come level with her own from his spot a few feet away. Things are starting to fall back into place... He nodded once. I'm sorry thing's have been hard for you, do you need to release anything? He questioned her, indicating he would be available for an ear r a spar which ever she might need if she wanted it.

His own ears swiveled to aim on her and waited for her response, the male was fire and fury but he could also be a calm tempest in the winds. Indigo children aimed to meet her own with a swirling warmth that he projected for her.

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There was a strange dissonance about the way Wolf moved and talked ... he was connected, and yet ... distant. But the respect that he held behind those mullbury eyes was evident, and Tiberii trusted that his intentions were true. After all, he'd stayed in Dawnbreak, even through the rise of complete disasters that seemed to continue to strike them.

He mentioned something about a lamb, and at that, Tiberii would tilt her head. Her golden gaze searched the ground at his feet, as if half-expecting to see exactly what he'd described. But there was nothing, nothing but the air of new confidence about him that resonated like a stored power. Yer ... lamb? Her voice was rough, but quizzical as her gaze lifted back toward him. "Things are starting to fall back into place."

It was only a little ominous.

Only a little weird.

Tiberii smiled.

Well, if ya'd ever like ta introduce yer ... lamb ... I'd love ta meet 'em, she would decide on, keeping herself grounded despite her confusion. Tiberii wasn't sure if she felt a bit of relief when the purple giant turned the conversation back toward her. He would offer kind words, an apology ... and an offer. The hurt in her heart was present behind her eyes as her gaze twisted, her lips stiffening into a line as she resolved to keep herself composed.

Ya know, I was thinkin', she'd start, blinking a few times as the wind picked up and threw a dusting of snow across her face. If things are fallin' inta place ... well, what about yer place here, too? She would finally look back toward him, lifting her gaze as she waved her tail a bit behind her. Here. Dawnbreak. A home. A family. (With his lamb?) How 'bout a spar? Like ya said, maybe I could release somethin' an' then, if ya wanted, there'd be a place in tha pillar of power waitin' for ya. She'd raise a brow, watching him for a moment to gauge his response.

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I shall bring her around soon... He told Tiberii, his eyes lighting up at the thought of bringing his beloved to somewhere they could call home. Wolf noticed The large woman shift, her face twisting into something he didn't quite understand and he tilted his head in question but left it alone as he tried to decipher her code. The winds blew a gust of snow between them, tickling her features briefly as she spoke, She questioned his place here and turned her gaze back to him as she waved her tail at him.

She offered a spar and maybe there would be a place in the pillar of power for him. A twitch happened in the corners of his mouth as he righted his head to gaze back at her with a nod. I'd like that... A spar first... He solidified and dipped his head once before taking a few steps away from her, placing a few feet between them, before planting his feet in the snow and preparing for Tiberii's attack.

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Wolf consented to a spar, and Tiberii felt the edges of her nerves tingle with anticipation. Her breath would shudder, an unhinged excitement trickling up from the base of her throat and coiling her lips upward into a grin. All of the emotion she felt ... all of the anger, the sadness, the grief, the ire ... she could feel it balling up beneath her skin, coiling her muscles as she prepared herself to unleash.

Unleash gently, she would remind herself sternly, knowing that Wolf was a friend.

This was friendly.

Friendly.

Alri', then, she'd hum, pressing her ears down and rolling her shoulders. Her salmon tongue would slide over her teeth as she observed his stance. He was tall, heavy, and wide-based — much like her. It would take, perhaps, more than brute force to push him over. Unfortunately for everyone involved, 'brute force' was the only thing Tiberii knew — and there was only one way to find out how sturdy this man truly was.

Without another world, the bull would launch, pressing forward off her mer powerful back legs as she angled herself, shoulder first, toward Wolf's own shoulder, hoping to start the match by shoving him off balance. From there ... well ... she'd figure that out later.

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Tiberii
Roll 1
Rolling 1d5: 5

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The woman agreed, and Wolf shivered slightly with the anticipation of giving his muscles a bit of a workout, the first stretch they really had had since his arrival. And he was excited.

Tib rolled her shoulders and tipped her ears back on her crown, Wolf waved his tail slightly at her, a brief motion, before he furrowed his brow, a smile on his maw as he waited her move. It didn't take long before Tiberii looked him over and charged. Her shoulder aimed for his and the man wasted no time in shifting himself to meet her blow.

The Wolf would dig his paws into the earth, shifting his axis enough to let her shoulder bounce off his and aim to redirect the blow past him. If this worked the man would aim to snap his head towards hers and shove her sideways, his goal would be to steal the woman's balance and knock her off center.

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He seemed to pivot around her movements easily — she was too predictable, she thought with a bite. The Wolf remained planted, digging into the earth and pivoting his body to mirror her own, making her shoulder charge far less effective than she'd imagined. Instead, he was able to rally her momentum, transforming it into a recoiling push of his own.

Tiberii felt the heavy force against her, her own shoulder pushing back into her chest and winding her. Her feet wobbled, balance disrupted thanks to Wolf's careful plan. A rough exhale escaped her lips as the wind flew from her chest, her body knocking a few perilous steps to the side as she fought to retain her balance while regaining oxygen.

A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes looked toward his own. Citrine met purple, and she flashed him a playful, challenging smirk.

But it did not last long, for this time she would move in a different direction. She'd been displaced toward his flank, and she would move forward with a quick burst from her back legs. While she moved, she aimed to lift a single forearm and hook it over his back (shoulders, flank, wherever she ended up), this time hoping to drive her weight downward atop him instead of simply barreling forward.

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Tiberii
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Rolling 1d5: 4

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She stumbled a few steps to the side as she tried to regain her balance and her breath. She smirked and it soon disappeared as she kicked off, reaching for him with her arm, hoping to drive her wright downward on top of him. He noticed her move and let her come at him.

As she came near The Wolf would quickly sidestep and kick his back legs out to catch her in the chest, he didn't plan on absolutely kicking the crap out of her, so he hoped this blow would land a little less harshly than the last one had.

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