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Everything Ends (Ebony Meeting)



Birna I

Loner

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05-05-2015, 04:51 PM (This post was last modified: 05-05-2015, 06:24 PM by Birna I.)


Save your fears,
Take your place,
Save them for the judgement day


Still as the frost upon the ground Birna would stand staring at the horizon for so long she'd completely lost track of time.  She'd run into young Kassander not too long ago.  The leader of her families pack and the wolf she'd traveled under when they'd laid sieged to Arcanum and crushed it.  He was a gentle soul but noble and strong in his own way.  The news of his brother's, Sigmarr's, death had been a shock to the femme who could remember the boy charging in with his sister to rip apart the monster Aerndís.  More than ever she saw this as a sign that she needed to Ebony and see how things were going.  She'd been feeling pulled… set to wandering and no tethers in Fiori could hold her there.  She had to see the remnants of her family.

So when Kassander's call rang out she answered it with her own, letting the wolves of Ebony know that she was coming.  For though she was not of their pack she was still a Xanilov.  She lingered on the outskirts of the group as Kassander broke the news to them.  She wished she could offer the boy some comfort but new there was little she could say especially as she did not have all the details of what happened.  Birna would never under any circumstances ever leave her brother's side in the midst of battle, even if he screamed at her to go but she was a warrior.  She wished to die in battle.  This boy was far to gentle a soul and Sigmarr likely knew what a rare and blessed thing that was in the world, giving his life to protect it.   Though she had no idea if gentleness and grace were what would make good leaders.

Ice blue eyes turned to the woman, Katja.  She gave off a calm, commanding air and Birna immediately found herself curious of the other.  She was not a Xanilov as far as Birna could tell but if Raisa… the Raisa had respected the woman enough to hand over her pack then clearly this Katja was worthy of respect.  She listened respectfully as the woman spoke the gears turning in her own mind.

Eyes narrowed, hackles raised as a snarl ripped from her jaws as she turned to face the earthen green-eyed man who had so jauntily wandered into their grieving space.  Was this stupid asshole looking for death?  "Silence you slow-witted twat!  There are wolves here who are grieving and if you can not shut up and be respectful I will lay you low and drag you out of here by your asscheeks."

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