bury a friend
Leera and Tyranis post first, then anyone else if they want to.
On their trek toward the packlands, they share light conversation and Leere decides that the black-furred wolf is someone worth keeping around, worth keeping on her side. Otherwise she wouldn't waste her time in bringing him to Erövrare where she's almost certain she'll be crossing paths with him frequently. Leera thinks of this as they reach the borders of Erövrare, and she sneers slightly as the overpowering scent of the High Lord rolls through the silent trees.
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His eyes glanced over the black male appreciatively, strength rippling off of him and piquing the high lord’s interest. With most of his pack seeming to favor Hannibal and the brown bitch he bedded Tyranis was eager to curry favor with whoever he could, in particular with the newest additions to his pack. “Who is this?” He purred stepping away to circle the male with his head raised, exuding dominance.
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The raven announces the High Lord's presence and Leera stiffens, not out of respect for the alpha but to accentuate the growing curve of her abdomen, his children. She keeps her chin high as her small, pink eyes follow him with a sharp, umoving focus. "Lord Tyranis," she crones in return, tail curling in serpentine manner. She nods to him shortly before turning her attention to Ezio, but not before being taken aback by Tyranis' affectionate gesture, which she returns. |
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“What services could you offer us Ezio?” He asked calmly. Perhaps it was the fulfilled promise of new life that softened him toward Leera, or the fact that once his father was well, he would begin to train her in the ways of an oracle. He didn’t love the cream woman by any means, but she had earned a gentler nature than most were awarded with from the lightning king.
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