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 Sign of her ocean bound brethren and sisters were still nowhere to be seen, and neither was any sign of her shores. Zakora had never been the type to sit around and lie in wait until one appeared, unfortunately -- as those who sat around in their false puddles of hope were as good as dead. Life was a constant gear of movement; the warrioress refused to let her emotions get the better of what could've been a better opportunity.

 but some day, they shall be reunited....

 In the dead of night and a thirst for movement would the amazonian rise, paws drawing along the ruggedness of mountain terrain and air dried soil to present a fogged over valley. An azure stare took in its sights with careful percision -- watching for movement and presence as she came forth, but not many, it seemed.

 As weak as these scents were, however, others took station here,

 and the woman howled to bring whomever these faceless bodies might've been out of hiding...

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[narrow width=800]and at the herald, kuunhekku plunges into the undergrowth; she runs, and trusts that something binds her and this other, and that this thing, whatever it may be, means to draw them ever closer until they meet and fit together like two felled stars; so far gone from wherever they had been thrown by some errant godspear, uncared for and so would thrust themselves past the blind fates three and reweave what has been sewn. she surrenders herself to the paths that she and hers have marked thus far; looks down as she flies at the impressions of pawprints, and hopes that only from now on, more would join to leave their mark.

presses her own underpaw, more surer than before; hoping to leave behind what others might follow and find.

the nightingale finally arrives before this brightburnt, brine-shrouded stranger; she is breathing harshly, deeply; savors the creak of her ribs. it is only when she tempers the shiver of her lungs and gathers her back into herself does she intone:

"for what reason have you summoned those of frostchant?"[/narrow]

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 To materialize from the shadows of midnight was a thin wisp of a woman – dressed in paled Moonglow with a vacant steel glare, who approached the Amazonian on her lonesome. An azure stare watched them as they’d approach, scanning her surroundings again for any more to approach, before falling on the nightingale again. ‘For what reason have you summoned those of Frostchant?’, she questions.

 “Frostchant, is it then?” the seawoman repeats softly as she took a step forward to properly meet the fae’s presence, gazing upon the claim of frosted clouds and mountains with a slight, lopsided grin. “I summon your people forth in favor that you’d accept me as one of your own,”

 An inquisitive, Atlantic gaze set itself back upon her company. “This claim – do you take rule over it?”

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the mistkeeper can feel the static discharges off the coiled, tempestuous form of this newcomer; she eyes the curve of burnished neck and the breadth of shoulder and, most of all, the length of those legs with martial appraisal. the ropes of muscle beneath her rich coat; the piercing seaglass eyes. her nostrils flare and flex, absently minding the wry cut of her mouth. it was rare that she vocally claimed to be what she was; finding it futile to boast of one's standing if they did not have the guile to back those words up. all the same ...

  "i am its sotaherra — warlord, yes. we are in need of more, always, and your request is not unwelcome. however  —  wanting to call us your own is one thing,"  and here she shifts her weight from one half of her body to the other; tail-tip twitching at her hocks,  "but for us to call you ours is another. what is it that you have to offer us? the protection of your body? the songs of your ancients? or old fables, and what might be reaped for us to learn?"

her mirrorbright eyes take her in once more, and after a pause, kuunhekku sweeps herself into a neat sit with a shake of moonshed ruff.  "how do you plan to earn our trust, aiano — stranger?"[/narrow]

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