if i'm being honest
The trip to the north had been.. eventful. The older male, Spider, he was someone the herald wanted to spend more time with. Regardless, he wouldn't pester the wolf about it. That would be cruel, given his demeanour. Instead, he would move on. There were packs somewhere, and he was on a mission to spread the word of the Lord to anyone who would listen. Extending olive branches and helping where he could, as was his creed. Defending the weak, helping the helpless. With Spider, he had not been so successful.
Here, it was warm and humid. His thin, sleek pelt thanked him for the reprieve from the chill of the north. The grass underfoot was plush and soft again. Titanic form would slip easily over the terrain, elegant strides no longer tentative. The plains tended to be very straightforward, so he wasn't worried about tripping. Falling into a small burrow, sure, but not tripping. Lately, he hadn't seen too much of Samael in terms of real contact. Mostly, the male had been simply stalking him like a wounded animal. Which he most certainly wasn't.
The whereabouts of his siblings was beginning to worry him. Since they had separated upon their arrival, he had scented hide nor tail of them. Were they alright? Worry strained his heart at all hours of the day, when he found himself unoccupied. CRACK! His foot collided with a rock. A very harsh, very loud yelp of pain escaped him. What in the Lord's name was that? Shaking his paw pitifully, he whimpered unabashedly. He should have seen that coming, most likely. Stooping, with his throbbing paw cradled against his narrow chest, he sought the offending rock.
He was now a little concerned. His confidence deflated, he sighed heavily. Having to move cautiously was so disheartening, and always reminded him of his shortcomings. Now seemed as good a time as any to rest. Wait for his toes to regain their feeling. Were they broken? Lord, he hoped not.
Thoughts "Others"
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.
Thus, she eagerly trotted along, watching her step and keeping a comfortable pace, head lifted high and chest fur puffed out. Her tail wagged low behind her, a welcoming expression taking residence upon her features. The land here was warm, comfortable to her, a little hotter than what she had grown up in, but she would learn how to adjust. It was surely warmer than the lands of Feral that she had come to Boreas from, and far less muggy than some of those areas.
The Irish princess sought more conversational partners, and the sound of an injured canine came to her ears. Keahi wasn't a healer, but she could surely lend support to get the wolf to an ally of theirs or help somewhere nearby. There had to be friendly faces willing to heal if this wolf needed it. She picked up her pace, nose twitching as she caught the scent upon growing closer to the direction of the voice. "Are you alright, lad?" She called out in greeting once she caught sight of a massive figure, eyes widening at the height difference. Another giant? She thought the wolves here might be more average sized, but perhaps she was incorrect.
As the tan and reddish-orange canine drew closer, she slowed down, pausing a decent distance away, in case they weren't friendly. "My name is Keahi. I heard your shout and came to see if you were alright." Hopefully this wolf wasn't angry when injured, or lashed out, but would instead be approachable and friendly in response to the Masou's introduction.
little survivor princess
avvie creds to Shrapnel <3
A female approached, recognised only by the soft and high lilt of her voice as she called out. "You alright, lad?" Now that was one he hadn't heard in these parts. The male turned his head in the direction of her voice, audits swivelling to capture anything further. The accent was unfamiliar, but it only meant this heathen land attracted others from far away. The gentle sound of her approach gave the impression that she was smaller than himself, which was not shocking. Apparently he was not of common stature. The sound of her steps ceased, not too close to where he was seated in the grass. "My name is Keahi. I heard your shout and came to see if you were alright." She said next. The herald rotated his body, shuffling in the grass until he was facing her better. Apparently most strangers preferred to have one's full attention. A tiny smile would tug at dark lips. "I'm alright, miss." Soft vocals would rumble in reply. Golden banner would thump gently upon the terra. "It appears I haven't paid much attention to where I was walking. My toes hurt a little, but otherwise I'm unharmed." He added, lifting the injured paw a little for emphasis. Stretching the toes a little, he tested his pain levels. Nothing too intense. He'd start walking again soon. Again, he had let his manners lapse. "Forgive me, miss Keahi, my name is Gabriel Morningstar." He added warmly, dipping his head in greeting. Pupilless gaze would be directed somewhere just over her shoulder, though his features were turned to her.
Thoughts "Others"
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.