Aurielle Adravendi

She padded quietly along the wall, enjoying the latest snowstorm as she patrolled the Plains-side territory of Valhalla. She stood out on the wall, with her glowing white coat and tail fluttering in the wind, but those who saw her would likely miss the black shadow that was Loshir, slinking along below her and out of direct sight. There was much planning to do, and Cairo, she knew, planned to begin testing the fighters to check their readiness. They’d need all the skill they possessed for what was planned. It was winter now, after all, and while the planned raid with Aerie was agreed upon between both her and Eligos, that didn’t mean Valhalla was to be lazy about it. She looked forward to the activity, and indeed, she planned to check in on the man, should he be willing to interact considering his condition – both physical and mental – the last she’d seen him. Once she was certain of his continued interest, she would call the pack. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

There had been recent activity in his habits that was rather odd to himself. I've been traveling at night. It was something he had started when he had become banished from his home. The ebony and rust laced brute walked upon a fine line this night, rather than walking on the snow he drug his massive paws across the ground. The effort to make as little sound as possible had become more of a subconscious habit rather than thinking about it all the time. The world around him was just scenery in his silent journey to explore. His shoulders would ripple as he trotted through this maiden lands, viewing the world from his one good eye as the man looked to the moon, shrouded in storm clouds.

This was a land that had been claimed by another. It was an ancient tradition that one not cross the boundaries of another's home, however, that was merely a formality. In his world, there was no such thing as being formal and he had zero interest in being in such a state. In his head why should he respect someone if they wouldn't attempt to respect him? He had slipped into a haze and before he knew it a wall stood in his way. Interesting. The brute would look left then right as an examination took place, his left brow furrowing as movement upon the wall caught his turquoise orb. His half right ear twitched, walking back into the shadows from which he had come. How alert are you? The thought crossed his mind and he would purposely walk into a branch, snapping it before ducking back into the shadows. A gust of wind hit the wall and came back in his direction, thus bringing an entirely new scent to his nose. So there is... something else here.

It didn't matter. He would continue walking in the shadows, before coming to a stop in a clearing for the one on the wall to see him; although ignoring them was easy. He'd simply look up to the hidden moon once again.

Aurielle Adravendi

The stranger caught her attention well before he came upon the wall. She didn’t alert, simply watching him to be certain he would stay on the loner’s side. It seemed, however, when he spotted her, that he wanted to play games. There was a certain visible surprise that wracked someone who wasn’t expecting a branch to snap under their paw, and his deliberate way of going told her plenty as she watched him duck back into the shadows. As he traveled along, she didn’t focus directly on him, instead following the sense of movement through the dark with her peripheral. With the gust of wind, she had a feeling Loshir’s scent had probably been revealed. The cat, too, gave a soft, peeved noise only she could catch. As the man was still on the outside of the wall, Aurielle simply watched him, patient as ever. If he moved on, he moved on. If he fancied a chat, she’d oblige to a point. And if he wanted trouble… Well, he’d get a painful reckoning. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

There was no movement from the one on top of the wall. It wasn't a surprise. It was a rather windy night and the cloud cover was spotty at best, maybe that individual could see the moon from up there more clearly. A half ear twitched upon his skull as he continued to look at the sky, studying the rolling black monsters that dropped heavy snowflakes from their bowels. It was colder here than it was in his homeland, back then there was nothing but storms and jungle; one could even call it a rainforest. Those were long since passed times though, none of that mattered to him anymore.

A strong gust of wind blew up his chest and brought back the old stinging sensation, heavy enough to cause his only good eye to blink. The muscles within his neck coiled and flexed as he brought his head in her direction, otherwise, he remained motionless while dropping his hips to sit down. If you're going to come off that wall, then do it. The brute blinked a few times simply staring back at this pure white angel on a rock wall. "If you are an angel, whos going to try and fly back to heaven. Then go ahead and jump. Though." The monotone voice bounced off the wall like boulders colliding as they fell from a mountain. His tongue licked at the scars upon his lips, becoming instantly dry again from the hefty winds around him.

"I can't exactly guarantee I would attempt to catch you."

Aurielle Adravendi

Eventually, the male turned to look at her, and he spoke. One could almost say his voice was emotionless, and she didn’t bridle at his words. For one, she wasn’t certain if he was trying to compliment or insult her. It was typical of what someone might say on first meeting her. Deity, ghost, Ancient one. Mortis’ query as to whether she was Abraxas had been particularly amusing. It was also something she’d probably *never* tell Eligos about the next time they talked. The more devout of the Nomads openly wondered if Luneil, or Timeo, had decided to bless her with her glowing fur and marking about her left eye. She couldn’t quite explain the developments herself, even a year later since they’d begun to come in. Truth be told, she deeply missed her plain, if shimmery, white coat, and being able to walk through the night without standing out like a beacon of blue-white light. She regarded him with budding amusement, brows lifting. “Can’t say as I can jump that far. Nor that wolves have yet managed to master flight. Even the two I have met who bore wings.” A subtle hint of laughter tinged her voice, with its lilted, flowing cadence, and slowly she settled, haunches lowering and tail flicking to pool at her paws, the ends of the long hair draping off the edge of the wall. She cast a glance above as Crystal glided overhead with a soft screech typical of barn owls. Cairo wasn’t far off, then. The owl banked and glided in a wide circle, taking in the stranger before vanishing off into the distance, likely to alert the Sentinel of the situation. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think