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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 1:04 pm
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Wolfe Garm Garden is the next stop, then the kitchen. You can do first post in the garden.
Blade found herself very aware of him as he left his room and approached her, though she didn't look at him until just before he spoke. She could feel that he carried a natural aura, for lack of a better word, that drew her attention to him when he was nearby, or within sight distance. She tried to shake it off but finally had to simply give in to that awareness and move on.
She finally gave him a simple nod as she tossed her finished braid over her shoulder, "The kitchen it is, then. We'll have to go through the garden to get there. Place is surprisingly easy to navigate since the garden is in the center of the castle," she explained then headed out of the hall, leading the way.
She'd noted how armed he was and was grateful that he'd left his guns behind. She hated the blasted things. And she had the shotgun scars on her a** to prove why. And now his wolf had seen those scars and probably knew about it on some level that would allow the man to have a flashback of some kind over it. At least, she hoped so. Otherwise they were never going to get over that speedbump.
And now she was rambling in her head... She shook her head to chase everything back and continued through the front room to the stained glass doors that led into the garden. Everyone had a different reaction to the garden the first time they saw it, various versions of awe and wonder she guessed. But she wanted to see what his reaction was first... |
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2020 2:36 am
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I may be a Dog of War
Desmond
Wulfric Von Shadowfang
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Wulfric looked at the box at his feet and opened it finding the armor and weapons it contained. The Wolf was curious about the equipment and went about putting it on even if it was a bit sloppy since he’d never really put that kind of stuff on before and while it was surprisingly light the weapons satisfying as he finished getting ready and looked at the door, he didn’t really want to waste anymore time than was necessary. Wulfric stepped out of the Room in the armor and cocked his head as he looked at Blade and couldn’t help but c**k his head before he leaned down and looked into her eyes for a moment before he looked towards the way up and noticed that the door was open, though even more surprising was that there was someone coming down, another wolf?
Desmond followed Bast down the stairs, though his attention was surprisingly not on Bast as he followed her but a woman and a were in armor? that was quite unusual but what was more was that as they passed them by he couldn’t help but feel their eyes on him, though his attention was on the wolf, who admittedly looked like he was planning on doing something that required protection, a fight? Hard to say without stopping to ask though it was more likely that they’d brush him off anyway since they didn’t know him. The wolf watched Desmond for a moment longer before he pat Blade on the shoulder and made his way out of the were hall, he had a hunt to focus on and wasn’t going to let anyone distract him.
Desmond briefly looked over his shoulder and watched as the Wolf and the woman left, looking at Bast he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on for a wolf to be ready for a fight but he’d worry about that after he’d chosen a room, and stepped over to a door that looked empty and opened it without turning his head he noted that Bast was distracted by him and simply stepped inside the door and glanced it over noting that it had a small living room, a little kitchenette, a door to maybe a bathroom and a bedroom as well. Sensing that Bast was close he couldn’t resist turning around suddenly and grabbing her hand and pulled her into the room with him and into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips suddenly, and held it for a moment. When he finally released it and leaned in a bit and whispered “you know where to find me if you want some company” Desmond smiled and stepped back a bit before he stepped over to the door to the bedroom and opened it, stepping in he sighed a bit as he noted that the bed looked welcoming, stepping over to a dresser he took off his quiver for the time being as well as his bow and braced them against the dresser, his pack on top of it, though the daggers he had he’d keep on his person for now, he was in a new place and while he didn’t doubt that the people here were friendly one never knew especially for him so he’d have some kind of weapon on him, after which he took off some of his armor and revealed a plain white shirt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2021 8:43 am
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∝══╬═══════════→ _________ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ
҉ ___Faolan Beathan___҉
ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ ײ ӂ _______∝══╬═══════════→
Faolan was mad, here it had been weeks aboard a crapped ship, and now that he and his brother had finally made port. He was being jostled and jarred by a huge crowd of people as they went about their lives. At least he was tall and his broad frame stood out and made for fewer jolts but still, the crapped space, and people were beginning to wear his patience thin. To top this he had lost track of his little brother who had snuck away when he was busy buying food and supplies for them.
"ye de'vil tak it!" he swear as his fit hit his hip in anger. " wher did the wee beastie go, and the wee cat probably saw tey his escape." he stopped and leaned himself against a wall and looked over the heads of the people at the stalls. he hoped he'd spot the blond hair of his brother of the black cat normal at his side. "tha iomadh dòigh air cù a mharbhadh" he said firmly as he put his hands in his sea coat's deep pockets. he closed his eyes and felt for the power of magick within himself, once he founded he muttered a spell of finding. he hated using his powers openly even if half-hidden. All the people and stall owners he had spoken to had given him no information as to the whereabouts of a young boy with a black cat. so he would use his powers to search. "ahh luck is with me.. a small hint." he said as he felt the touch of his brothers' magick upon the wind.
his eyes flashed as he got off the wall and stormed off to gather his brother. he slowly made his way through the market. He looked out through the market and to other areas that would lead out of the town and up to the castle beyond sight. "wee beasties gone ahead. cant keep the wind from him he has to keep moving...like the water." he fumed the fire of his own magick in his hand deep within his sea coats pockets gathering to point the way.
*faolan leaves market heading towards the castle.*
*several hours walked later; faolan nears the castle gates*
it had been years since faolan had passed under the gates of this castle he looked up and got lost in his memories and past.
*He entered the gates and makes for the were halls.
enters the were halls*
Faolan enters the were halls on his way to the druid's room, he had followed his brother's magick scent to the castle but once inside his abilities to find his brother's scent was muddled by the many magickal auras, powers, spells, and other such things in the air, rock, and wood of the castle. so he made for the druid's room to see what was needed and mention that Cullen was probably lost in the castle roaming around and up to no good with that pesky cat of his. He pressed his hand to the secret wall and spoke the word of opening and quickly made his way down the hall.
faolan leaves hall and enters crisdeans room
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