I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

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Altair settled quietly into the mountains, he'd gotten Briar home, so he was rather content but he did not stop, no, Vane's never stop till they have what they are owed, what they are destined to lead and here, in this new world, encased and getting swallowed by blue fissures, Aetheria Kingdom is what Altair was meant to lead.

He knew now, that it would not be easy, knew that this world had..magic, of some kind in it, he knew that from the start, from the way he'd walked through one cave and out another with no way back. He understood this magic slightly, it helped in ways, but also hurt in many others, and right now, an island, shaped that of a wolf, was hurting it's own land.

He wasn't sure what to do about the fissures, but he did know he could not stop his patrols. So, The Zenith set off, with a woof to Briar if she was near, that he was going to patrol, to scout the borders for any unknown scents. He felt something was off today, that something might happen, something in his gut said so.

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The male wandered the territory aimlessly, following the piss marks enough to make out the borders and traipse along them. Nose to the ground he sniffed out what he could of intruders, though honestly everyone but briar and now Lovett were strangers to him, and he tried to make out different scents between them all.

Lifting his nose to the wind he caught the faint scents of Briar and another on the wind. He stayed still and tried to make out if he could see Briar and her company in the distance.

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Who would give them permission to try and own the whole damn mountain? It certainly wasn't. She knew that. She'd heard her Mother warn all the cubs about them - wolves. Haughty things, acting like they owned everything just because they pissed on it. She scowled and thrashed her tail behind her, clawing at the dirt beneath her. It was so easy to work herself up as they pranced upon the face of the very summit that her family had claimed generations ago. The mountain lion scowled through the cold seeping into her bones; they'd lost so much this winter. She refused to see any more loss come to her family.

She wanted to catch the damn bird - was it helping them? Was it somehow a prisoner of the wolves and their ambitious claims? How had they not eaten it already with the bleak, endless winter they'd suffered? She ducked down to maintain her vantage point and crept along a ridge of rocks. Spying was something she'd always been good at - it had made Mother so angry when she managed to sneak up on her. It was hard to miss the one the raven had been near - bright as the sun with a dark mask, the other blended in easier, but thankfully the two had stuck together.

Oh - that bird. She was unsure if the cawing was because it spotted her, or if it was something else entirely, either way - she sucked in a deep breath and then let it out in a ear piercing screech that echoed across Morningstar itself. She was quick to shift her position, still low to the ground like she'd been taught. By herself she might do alright with fighting the two of them, but her scream might have also drawn family members who were curious. Hopefully not her Mother, she had the cubs, but still. The scream rattled through the stones and any crags and caves, and her gleaming golden eyes watched curiously to see how they'd react.

I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

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Altair's tail flicked, ears twitching backwards towards Briar, head just slightly turning towards her when she followed, a slight smile pulling his lips into a thin line until he heard the caw from Thorn rang out, his nose scrunching up a bit as he glanced to the raven above them. His ears swiveled slightly, forwards, eyes narrowing in a sharp stare, silently watching the bird until he caught wind of a wolf he briefly met.

Cedar was somewhere, his eyes glanced barely towards the direction of the wolf, until that ear piercing screech rang out, echoing off the stone and trees. His ears quickly pinned back, nostrils flaring as his head snapped in the direction of the feline, green eyes scanning slowly for it, hackles raising up as a low growl ripped its way from his throat.

Carefully, Altair shifted, standing himself tall beside Briar, eyes still scanning each rock face for the mountain lion, ears twitching as he took a deep breath in to scent the air, jaws parted to taste the winds. This cat would not win this territory battle, even if it meant he had to chase an entire family off the peaks.

I smelt Cedar somewhere, can you get Thorn to find him?

Altair's voice remained steady and calm, but he felt his lips twitching to bare his teeth, and eventually he caught the sight of golden eyes staring at them, and instantly a warning growl escaped the Zenith. Fur bristling further as he turned his entire body towards the cat.

Stupid cat..

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The one legged raven cawed overhead, pulling his attention towards the creature. He followed Thorn easily towards the aggressively stanced pair, his eyes narrowed as his hackled rasied at the snarls and growls echoing through the territory.

Cedar lunged to Briars side and let out a guttural snarl of his own, the sound ripping from his chest like glass spilling across the floor. There were no words, they were not needed, only snarls and growls from the battle ready male. He would find that damn cat he smelled and end it there. He'd show them that he was worthy of their title.

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Wolves.

Filthy, stinking creatures that rolled in shit and swarmed together like flies on a rotting carcass. She clicked her tongue, disappointed when the feathered meal flitted away and returned with yet another one of their nasty friends. Her nose wrinkled at the stench.

Two she could manage, perhaps, but three was a stretch. But if she could snag the bird on her way out... she was swift, after all, far quicker than a wolf and twice as deadly. The only caveat was she had to make sure her aim was precise.

The cat prowled noiselessly through the underbrush, eyes locked onto her target. Her tongue swiped across her lips.

Just so -

- perfect.

She pounced, a motion so explosive and sudden it barely registered in their peripheral. She tried to grab the bird, and whether successful or not, she would immediately turn heel and move to dash back into the trees.

I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

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Altair moved before thought could fully form.

The sharp rustle of underbrush, the split-second shift in atmosphere, the blur of pale fur cutting through the shadows—his body reacted on instinct honed through years of surviving things far deadlier than a hungry cat.

He collided hard with the cats flank mid-pounce, enough to throw off her trajectory whether her claws caught feathers or not. The impact sent both of them scattering into frost and leaf litter, but Altair twisted with practiced precision, landing on his paws in a spray of dirt.

His lips peeled back instantly.

The snarl that tore from his chest was low and vicious, the kind that didn’t bluff or posture. It promised violence with cold certainty.

He planted himself between Briar and the intruder without hesitation, broad frame squared and ears pinned flat.

Altair’s bright gaze locked onto the cat, unblinking.

Well, he drawled, though the quiet edge in his tone was far more dangerous than shouting could’ve been, that was a spectacularly poor decision.

His tail lashed once behind him, measured and controlled, while every line of his body screamed readiness. He didn’t advance—not yet. But the tension coiled beneath his skin made it obvious he’d close the distance in a heartbeat.

This stretch of mountain is mine. His voice dropped lower, each word deliberate. And you just tried to put your claws on something under my protection.

A slow grin pulled across his muzzle then, all sharp teeth and menace.

You can still leave.

He shifted his weight forward just enough to signal exactly how thin that mercy was.

Run now, and I might let you keep your hide intact.

Could that thing even understand him?