Line 'em up, knock 'em down

Moving was refreshing. Auriel was never a stationary wolf. If he stayed in one place, he would never fill his purpose in the world. He would be limited by his borders and boundaries to only helping those he already knew. That simply wouldn't do it for the zealot, not when he had help to offer and faith to spread. While his whole family may not agree with him, he knew that eventually some would follow. They always stuck together, in a manner of speaking.



His paws landed softly on the rocky surface as he padded his way through this new place, toward a call that had caught his attention only a moment ago. The voice was melodic, and when he found it's source it was evident why. A larger woman stood before him, looking and smelling immensely lonely. He stopped walking several yards from her and cocked his head to the side, inhaling as he looked her over.



"What's a lovely dame like you doing out here by yourself?" His voice was a soft coo, the kind that made people trust him and the kind that could bring a woman to her knees, if the mood struck her right. Lucky for all of the people who he spoke to, Auriel could always be trusted. At the moment, though, the gleam in his eye may have suggested otherwise. Her scent was filling him with desire, and if she felt as he assumed she did, he would be more than happy to oblige. It was his One given duty, after all.




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