11-13-2021, 09:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2021, 05:10 PM by Aarkron1. Edited 2 times in total.)
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Open to either pack, or loners! He is sitting on Dragonford/Northfall borders
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They were at war with their neighbours.
The leviathan sat and watched the shared borders, never crossing over to the other side but closely keeping an eye on any movements.
This wasn't something new to him, of what he could remember.
War was normal where he was from, a live he had left behind long ago to live a more peaceful life and yet it followed him here too.
Vendrussel had shed first blood, not without her reasons, and Northfall had returned the favour by injuring her.
So now there was no option for peace. Only bloodshed and pain and... filth. It would become such a wretched battle. Wounds, pain, suffering, lost loved ones. It would not end well on either side and he already lamented such a thing.
But he had a duty to his pack. Sworn to Vendrussel and her cause, Aarkron remained steadfast. Watching the borders carefully in between hunts. So far it was quiet... eventless. Just as he liked it. The wakes liked the beaches of which he stood upon, mist shrouding his pale physique as he stood guard over a small fallen seal - something he would bring back to Dragonford to share with his kin - but not without some guard duties being done first for a little while...
^^[/sfont]The leviathan sat and watched the shared borders, never crossing over to the other side but closely keeping an eye on any movements.
This wasn't something new to him, of what he could remember.
War was normal where he was from, a live he had left behind long ago to live a more peaceful life and yet it followed him here too.
Vendrussel had shed first blood, not without her reasons, and Northfall had returned the favour by injuring her.
So now there was no option for peace. Only bloodshed and pain and... filth. It would become such a wretched battle. Wounds, pain, suffering, lost loved ones. It would not end well on either side and he already lamented such a thing.
But he had a duty to his pack. Sworn to Vendrussel and her cause, Aarkron remained steadfast. Watching the borders carefully in between hunts. So far it was quiet... eventless. Just as he liked it. The wakes liked the beaches of which he stood upon, mist shrouding his pale physique as he stood guard over a small fallen seal - something he would bring back to Dragonford to share with his kin - but not without some guard duties being done first for a little while...
the staff team luvs u