Skill: Diplomat

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Set 6/1/20205

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It had taken them a while to return home, stopping and resting for a few days in the great woodlands and having quite the merry reunion with Mauve, a wolf he’d met in the throes of madness one night after some hardships with his brother…

His brother…

Joxer…

Sighing heavily the man lowered his head till his nose nearly touched his paws, his eyelids lowered nearly all the way with his sadness and The new Huntsman threw back his head. The winds whipped this night as they threatened a heavy storm, his fur twisting and turning against his body as the winds raged with a near whistle.

Heavy dark clouds blocked out any trace of the moon as a sound escaped his lips. He tried to hide his sorrows but in his message even he could hear the tinges on the edges of his voice, the way his voice wavered, the way his song was more melodic then it probably shouldn’t have been.

Joxer has gone… Vanished without a trace and I am to take his Place as Huntsman… It is not a mantle I wear with pride, but a burden wrapped in pain and silence... The woods still echo his footfalls…

Jaxxon would echo through the mountain peaks, through the trees and over the hills, past the rivers and across the streams. His heart heavy as his song would end, the tune slowly ending and his head would drop again.

He would expect nothing in return and honestly he’d be surprised if he heard a rise from the emptiness of his spires and crags. His den was an empty, lonely, place now with his brother gone… His lover… His soul... With Chiharu and Jada gone… With everyone gone and him alone in the den he could hear himself breathe in the silence.

One Is the loneliest number…

And as he felt his heart slowly sink within his breast, down to his stomach, he could hear the thunder rumble above, threatening tears, tears that he wished he could make fall, tears from the heavens meant only for him…

All thoughts of the rune and its meanings lost on him in this moment as he sat within himself and his thoughts.

skill: Ranger

Pollux knew that the others should be returning soon, so she's timed her patrol nearly perfectly, her paths taking her northward. It would be the quickest route to Warcrest, the easiest way to come home, so every morning she would walk, and every night she would return

The call finally arrived, the announcement of Jaxxon and his party returning, but the words were not what she expected at all....

Seems the man has given up on his brother returning at last, claiming the title of Huntsman.

Which left his old title of Overlord absent.

Alone in the woods, there was downright glee on her face as this opportunity fell into her lap, though she was quick to school it back before she threw her own head back in a responding howl. Mourning tones, though she herself wouldn't mourn.

She knows Jaxxon will, and she can play the devoted daughter well, and her sire may well need a crutch and a guiding paw...

Oh, what a wonderful day!

Now, to find where Jaxxon went...probably back to the family den.

It was not a joyous sound, the call of Jaxxon, his voice which let them know he and his traveling party had returned from their allies in the northeast. A place which Ezra had yet to visit. He was sure it would come in time, especially so given that his new position in this pack was as he had held in Northfall - guardian. Though he were guardian, he awaited the opportune moment for warrior. He had come down all this way for a little bit more fun among aggressive familiar wolves, after all, now that the best of Northfall's warriors had died in the year. It was sad for Northfall, yet not sad for the warriors, who may be celebrating among the gods, now.

Wars would have to wait.

This call was one of sorrow. Even if Jaxxon tried to hide it in his tone, his words stated otherwise. A postion taken in his brother's long absence, far overdue for return, apparently. Jaxxon would take the position with burden and grief. Ezra licked his lips, his thoughts lingering towards Pollux own and how this might come to benefit him. Yet he was young, he was new, but Kinsey blood ran in his veins. He would make sure everyone else knew that too.

Skill: Heartbroken

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Pollux
Ezra If you wanted to hop in further!

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He had made his way from the borders into the den he owned high up on the peaks and had settled his way into a laying position. He lay there solemn and quiet, alone with his thoughts, but he should have known better than to have thought he would have been alone long when the face of Polly appeared in the entrance to his home... His empty home...

He stared at her, quiet and stone still as he held back the emotions he knew would soon come flowing forth from his lips once she started to speak. A heavy sigh escaped his nostrils and he blinked slowly... Almost dead... He felt that way inside...

Every emotion he had swirled around him like a whirlwind, his words echoing through the forest, through his brain, as the heavy title of Huntsman lay on his head. Polly... He uttered deeply, lowly, after a few long moments of silence fell between them.

Thanks for holding up the fort while we were gone... He mumbled lifelessly, his thoughts drifting to the fermented berries he had stashed in the back of their dark cold home... His dark cold home...

It's been a while since she's called the family den her own, even before her and Joxer (and the rest of her siblings) went on their long trip that ended in Warcrest and her being left as a promise for the future. To be trained into the war queen she was born to be, the future of the pack in her loving paws.

It seems like talking with queen Nyra always ends with something changing within the ranks, and she loved the woman for it, probably knocked some sense into Jaxxon while they were north.

Polly's face was a mask of sadness as she poked her head into the den, a look of acceptance, just like how you'd expect the eldest daughter to react at a wake. Being strong for the others, the rock that the family needed, it's one she'd worn before more than once as a human. She didn't feel the grief, of course, Joxer had always been in and out of their lives doing reckless shit and bringing home whores and bastards.

Both her fathers were messy, really.

Jaxxon's deep rumble reached her ears after they looked at eachother for a moment, judging? Watching for weakness?

She could smell it on him like how a shark smells blood in the water.

It was my pleasure her voice was soft, yes, lay all your burdens on her. It was then that she stepped in further, moving to the man's side and laying beside him, resting her head on his back in an embrace. Oh, daddy.. She let the silence hang for a moment, let him grieve, before dropping some more pleasant news on the man.

Ezra's come to stay with us, I've already named him an executioner Better to tell him now, before Jaxxon thinks he's just here to visit.

Skill: Diplomat

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Pollux

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Polly looked at him with an expression filled with sadness yet strong, he needed someone to be strong...

Her soft voice floated through the empty cavern he called home and came to lay beside him. He slumped under her touch, the feeling of her head against his spine was warm yet cold and hard...

He knew it was him, she was trying, it was all him...

She mentioned Ezra and how he's been labeled an executioner and Jaxxon nodded before he dropped his head between his paws with a heavy huff from his nostrils.

A shudder ran through him as she laid against him and he held back the tears he wanted to release in her prescence. Polly... I'd like to label you Warchief... he mumbled, his eyes flicking to her position behind him as he leaned into her.

Maybe... Maybe I need to move on... He mumbled to his daughter, a random passing thought that might have held some weight... If he moved on he could focus on Kaida or Freya...

I... I don't know how to feel... Jaxx admitted to Polly, his tail coming to curl outwards and around her own in a comforting embrace.

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Ezra followed the trail that was Pollux. One which would eventually come to linger with the heavy scent of his uncle. Ezra hadn't seen the man's den before. Hadn't created his own yet and wasn't sure he would either. So much was still very new. So much to learn in these mountains, far from the ones of his birth.

Still, the familiarity of stone under his footing was soothing enough. Despite his fall, Ezra didn't shy from the heights of the world. If anything, he had grown more defiant of them then before.

His ears perked when the sound of his name was heard, the behemoth form of Pollux in the opening of the den mouth ahead, moving further in to meet her father. Ezra grumbled low, announcing himself as he came. Not that it was much needed, with both his heavy footing and heavy limp.

Angry. The boy murmurs, pausing as he draws near the cavern opening. Feel angry. More of a certainty then but maybe not the best advice either. My mother's gone, the King's dead and when we returned home from our last visit here, it was to the face of our father frozen - crushed in an avalanche. He wanted no sympathy from them, but he wanted Jaxxon to know that Ezra understood the pain which he suffered now.

He could come back... A change of tone then, another whisper on his lips. I've seen it. Wolves appearing falling from the sky and others blinking from existence in an instant. His muzzle quivering with detest. This world is a God's board game. And they were the little pieces they played.