A warrior doesn’t choose her battles
Vidarr
Voodoo let out a breath, letting the cool morning air flow through her fur. The east she hadn’t explored much. Her paws stood on an invisible scent line, respectfully keeping a distance from the newly formed pack. She should have come when he called, but she had wanted the loss to settle in her before attempting more politics. The gray and black woman raised her head in a summoning howl. Once again, she hoped at least this pack wouldn’t crumble underneath her feet.
The young woman was hardly what one could call stable. Not emotionally, no Tomie was pretty solid in that regard. But much of her life had been spent being tossed from one failed pack to another, no place had been home long enough to really let her settle and start turning her focus inward. She'd watched her mother fight for a pack twice now and both time she'd been less than useless at helping to patch the woman back up. Instead she'd attached herself to her mother and sister. When Voodoo made the climb up the mountain to try once more for a home Tomie was behind her, cyan gaze watching their surroundings to ensure nothing was coming after her mother. Making herself the protector was the only thing Tomie really knew how to do. Of course she'd follow her mother to the ends of the earth, being there for the woman was all she had. Tomie stopped a little bit behind her mother, not wanting to look like she was looming over the woman but she kept her gaze hard, ready to spring into action if it came to it. |
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This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
"Ive come to offer my paws in your pack. The reason I had tried to take claim is a long story, my home has been ravaged from me four or even five times. My children, two boys, two girls, have had no pack lands to call their home. This is Tomie here with me today. I’m a healer at heart not a leader, I can see your warriors healed, your mothers looked after. But I want a promise that you’re strong enough unlike all the others who have failed me before." Voodoo stood her glare boring into him. It was not a threat, in fact the emotional touch in her surprised the woman. Her glare was twisted into a somber expression, kindly settling back down again. "I am tired, I do not wish to keep hoping a pack that I can serve well in the rest of my life only for it to keep slipping from me. I want. to apply myself to a community that I can feel like I belong to." her life nearly felt like it hadn’t even started.
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
What he said finally caused her tail to wag. Her heart was doing enough of pounding against her chest. "That is the smart decision. I will let time tell you who I am. I have the feeling the gods placed you in my path for a reason. I am no stranger to hard work and I cannot thank you enough for even the chance. So thank you Vidarr." she dipped her head. It wasn’t just healing she was good at though. She could make booze, poisons, and other tinctures. A present for the king perhaps? Voodoo was intrigued to what culture she was putting herself into but it felt like a breath of fresh air.
Tomie was a young woman of few words, she'd never really learned how to use them well growing up with very few wolves in her life to whom she needed communicate with that needed more than a few words and then the friendly or playful bumps she felt comfortable giving her sister and mother. So she chose silence for the most part though she was painfully aware she would need to learn if there ever was a place they'd stay that'd last. For now though, she simply watched in silence, nodding a few times in agreement with her mother but otherwise she kept herself solid, very little emotion crossing her face. Still she disliked the way the man seemed to regard them both, more so the edge of distrust he had to him. Tomie was not upset for herself though, rather she was biting back frustration that the man could look at her mother and see anything but the humbling she was doing right now, seeking shelter with the man that had defeated her not long before. It rankled, a hard edge entering her gaze but she still said nothing. "Speech" |
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