Come Softly, Come Swiftly
Surreal Adravendi |
She had chosen a spot of high ground in the estuary for this little meeting. She had tried to do her best to make her two youngest understand that there were invaders in their land when they had moved. She felt Tor understood, but Baine; friendly, sweet Baine, she was sure understood quite as well. It pained Surreal to have to tell her sweet child that some wolves could be enemies. So, she would be holding a family meeting to better brief her family, especially Falk, since the move had been rushed. Of course, he knew better than the rest of the family, being that at one time, he was a warrior. But Battlesong had flown about, scouting and listening from her lofty domain in the sky, and Surreal had more information than she had when she had gone to Bass. She would be going back again soon.
Her haunches settled on the damp earth, tail flicking to wrap about her hips as she scanned the surroundings. Finally, she tilted her head back and sang a low howl, loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to carry too far. As well as her family, Creed was involved in the call. He’d stuck around, even though the west was hell in thick fur, and she appreciated that. As she lowered her muzzle, her ears flicked to catch the sounds of whomever might arrive first. She had no doubt that Regulus would be one of the first; he was pretty good about being punctual to these things. Falk might take a bit longer, unless the kids were guiding him in this less familiar landscape.
As she waited, she ran over what she needed to say, and how to say it. She had little doubt that Falk would want her to get involved in the fighting if a siege did take place. But their youngest were almost yearlings, and the Summer heat was already beginning to cool towards Autumn. And even if there was no siege, Surreal had her own plans. She already knew that she wanted nothing to do with Sin unless it was watching him fall under her own teeth. The continuing scents of his borders in her home made it more and more likely that the only way they would meet was in battle.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Regulus Anatolii Adravendi |
He’d been expecting her call; she’d told him it was coming. But it still made his heart leap in his chest to hear her low song thread its way through the trees; soft enough to leave the birds unafraid, but loud enough that he and the others could hear. He gave a gruff bark to add emphasis, before taking off at a quick trot. He was at his mother’s side within minutes, giving her shoulder a nuzzle before taking a seat beside her. No one else had gotten there yet. It didn’t surprise him; they would probably be guiding their father through the unfamiliar landscape, going at a blind wolf’s pace, and also protecting him against any sudden ambush.
The prospect of a war both frightened and exhilarated him. He was meant for fighting; meant to cut through those that would harm his family or take his land. He gave his vibrant coat a quick shake as Cinder waddled out of the undergrowth, a small duck in her jaws, it’s limp body dragging between her front legs, and an entirely annoyed expression on her feline face. The spikes in her fur, sandy red-brown darkened to wet points, said she’d taken a swim for this duck, and was already counting the licks it would take to get her fur back in order. She flashed him a haughty glance as she dropped the duck and settled between his front paws, already getting down to grooming, ignoring him as he gave a low chuckle.
"Bhuel ghabhtar, Cinder." He murmured, receiving a halfhearted rumble from the cat, though she didn’t slow her grooming. Regulus straightened and gazed out at the Estuary, leaning slightly to press a fraction of his weight into his mother’s shoulder. Like any good son, he would be at her side in all her endeavors.
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When his mother called them together, he was quick to answer, appearing before them with a serious expression and tension carried across his young shoulders. He didn't say anything, didn't launch into any of the questions that he desperately wanted to know the answers to, didn't even sit. He just stood somberly nearby his family, his sharp blue gaze turning nearly constantly about the lands around them for danger. If something came, he would be beside his brother and mother to protect Baine and Zuriel and his father.
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic