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Claw My Face Off [Nolan]



Cairo II

Loner

Master Fighter (250)

Master Hunter (295)

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
50
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
430

Halloween 2020 - Witches HutValentines 2020
03-30-2020, 05:11 PM

Cai grinned as he made himself useful, holding the leather still as Nolan made his marks and cuts, and doing the same motions he’d put Nolan through when the larger male was helping Cai with his own bracer set, nodding happily as Nolan spoke.

He was pleased at the prospect of getting to explore with a new friend, and as the time passed, he idly wondered if there were any places in particular that might hold good resources for this stuff. If they found a lot of it, maybe they could bring a load of it home to try different ways to work the stuff.

Nolan’s question brought a smile to his lips as he nodded. “I have four sibs. Artur is the eldest. Then there’s Caelia, me, Geoffrey, and then Viviane. We’re all direct lines from my namesake, Cairo the first. Geoff’s missing, though… and Artur clearly dislikes it here. He believes that only true-blooded Adravendis are worthy to carry the name. I don’t agree. True, there have been some that have made Adravendis seem foolish and harmless, but this branch, yours and Aurielle’s? They’re strong. They are the only ones who have made an effort to uphold the values of the original Valhalla. They have held off a raid, a challenge… I can see why my great, great grandfather gave Erani his surname, aside from finally confessing that he loved her, the day before he died.”

He shrugged, chuckling. “I’ve grown up on the stories of my ancestors. Mum wasn’t too keen on the idea of adopted Adravendis herself, but when I listen to the stories told by Regulus and Aurielle, I hear the love they hold for the family. The love they hold for Cairo. These Plains are the original home of Valhalla. My namesake is buried here. And many wolves from that time. This pack probably wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Erani’s descendants. And who knows… maybe the memory and name would have died out on this end of the continent...”

He stretched to his paws as Nolan wrapped the bracers around a branch to shape them and dug through the materials and tools, finding a leather strip and offered it to the other male, intending for them to wrap the strip around the bracers to hold them to the branch for a better shaping.


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