Arrangements On the Table [Eligos]
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
She padded slowly through the plains, ears swiveling and twisting in thought. The day was crisp, snow under paws glistening. Abruptly, her path veered, and she trekked eastward, through the mists and snow until she reached the border. She carried with her a flag. It was black, edged in silver and gold thread. She’d spent much of the first part of winter crafting it with Ayodele and Ardyn’s help.
She set it carefully on the snow as she crossed the strip of free-land and stopped at Aerie’s border, tipping back her head, muzzle to the sky as she called for Eligos, haunches lowering as she waited. Either he was still on board with the raid plans, or he was not, and she’d figure things out from there.
Loshir sat a ways away, eyes glinting as he scanned across the border of their neighbors.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Useful members, which made things more difficult.
His head lifted - he squinted against the sharper ache momentarily caused by the sudden movement - when he caught the sound of Aurielle calling at the border. Well, hellfire. He huffed out a sigh, not particularly looking forward to needing to own up to his own poor behavior when he was blind and grieving and even now not feeling particularly inclined not to be snappish and angry, but he could hardly keep avoiding her when they were literally right next door to one another.
He set out for the border, though, resigned to the inevitability. Something in the snow at her paws caught his attention, but it wasn't until he was nearly upon her that it deblurred into a pile of black fabric. His brows drew together in confusion a moment before smoothing again. Oh right - they'd made a contract to raid, capture the flag style. So much had happened since then that he'd all but forgotten that winter was the time they'd agreed on.
He dipped his head in greeting to her, carefully avoiding a squint as he looked at her, or a wince at the pain in his head, or shifting to ease the ache in his limbs - stoically ignoring all of that in favor of just standing calmly. Maybe he was getting old. "Aurielle," he rumbled simply.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
He came, and her eyes swept his frame, noting that he seemed to be able to see, though she kept what she did note to herself for the time being. The momentary frown as he noted the black flag at her paws was noted as well, meeting his gaze and greeting with a nod, though she studied him again as she returned, “Eligos.” in kind.
She bent, lifting the flag for better viewing, letting the light catch the edging before she stretched it out at his feet. “What do you think? Suitable for Aerie?”
She straightened, settling back to sit with her usual poise, watching him with interest. If he wished to broach the past, he would have to do it himself. It took a strong wolf to set aside pride and admit his missteps.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
He was agreeable to the flag, and she offered a light smile. She could see it now, billowing in the western breeze to stand sentinel over Aerie’s lands. Again, her eyes studied him as he spoke on. It was good to hear that he had new members. While it might mean that one day Aerie could be contracted to raid Valhalla with those new members, it also meant that Aerie was a bigger buffer between other packs and Valhalla. One day someone could siege Valhalla, and if, by some miracle Valhalla secured an Alliance someday, an ally next door was a valuable thing.
His admittance to his brother’s death squeezed her chest. It was an unspoken apology of sorts. He was level now, rather than the blind, vengefully malicious beast in the swamp. Her eyes drifted away. Her brother could be alive out there, but she hadn’t seen him in so long… And Mother? Nolan? All those that had disappeared?
“’I’m sorry for your loss’ never sounds sincere, does it… Especially from someone who never even knew them… It’s like a storm inside that never really goes away. And it’s full of claws and rage and screaming.”
There was a brush of caverns and midnight in her voice, a genuine statement of personal knowledge, though it was as steady as his own, as was her expression, though there was a thread of that chilling, feral rage in her eyes before she banished it and straightened, head cocking as she locked eyes with him.
“I look forward to knocking off some rust…. Three weeks from now? Two at the soonest?”
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
He did take the opportunity to steal a steadying breath and let it out slowly as she turned the subject back to the raid. "I look forward to the opportunity," he said. "But don't tell me precisely when you plan to raid. I want my wolves as surprised as they can safely be by it, and I cannot know for certain that I would not give away the timing unknowingly. They will know to expect a training raid at some point, but it would be best that only you know when." The retreat to calculated planning was just that - a retreat - but he embraced it nonethess.