Touching Base [Drachen]
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
She hadn’t been fully lucid or clear of mind when Fidelias had come with the news of Justice and Domari’s deaths. Now that she was fully able to realize and understand the losses, the Spirit felt wan. Paladin had gone, too, and she wasn’t sure how to fathom the thought that the healer wouldn’t be there anymore.
The pack would need to come together now that it seemed the plague was lifting. But first she needed to seek out those who had been ill, to check in on them, and then speak with Fidelias and properly acknowledge his loss. Justice had been her cousin, but Fidelias had lost his mother, and so far as she knew, there was no word on whether Arne and Kaija were alright.
Please let them be alright. Let them have avoided the entire thing. It was a vain wish. Lyr and Crystaloria had both scouted over some of the other packs, and from the glimpses they’d caught, the other packs had been hit hard—not to mention the whole meeting with the alphas prior to the worsening of the whole ordeal.
She drew in a sigh and let it out, feeling her ribs press against her side. She’d dropped a lot of weight through the illness, but with a little time, that would come back. If only all the other things and loved ones could come back so easily.
She came to a stop outside Drachen’s den, testing the scents. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was out, working off the den fever. According to Erani, he was one of the more stir crazy of the patients. They’d been utterly fortunate that Taliesyn was easy to sedate once downed with a hide over his eyes. It seemed that despite his higher intelligence, he was still somewhat at the mercy of his instincts when addled.
“Drachen? Are you in?”
Her voice still felt rough and froggy, but that, too, would clear with time and use. Soon enough, she wouldn’t be the one speaking to the pack as a whole. The day was drawing nigh when Ardyn would step up and take over, allowing herself and Red to retire.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
The Mist was quick to appear, and she examined him closely with her gradated sapphire into sky blue gaze, keenly noting each change wrought by the plague. At his greeting, she gave him a pointed look, studying the wound on his shoulder. “Get this looked at, for a start. Ayodele and I have some suturing skill, and I was trained in healing enough to know what to do. I don’t think this will need extensive stitches, but if you feel it pulling apart at all, call me. For now, we’ll poultice it.”
She paused, mouthing at the frog of remnant glowing blue mucus in her throat and turned her head aside, dislodging it with a hack and with a most un-Queenly manner spat the glob to the ground.
She grumbled softly, studying the stuff before admitting, “It’s getting better, but I still feel like I swallowed a toad when I wake up.”
Her voice had smoothed slightly, and she straightened herself, eyes scanning the plains before turning back to Drachen, eyes tired.
“Do you think the other packs lost as many? Or more?”
There was no need to say what she meant; it was no doubt on everyone’s minds as well as her own. She’d lost two cousins by blood, a dear friend, and a cousin by adoption, even if Harlow had never considered her one. The Nomads had been hit with their own losses. Had the other packs fared any better? Were Theory and Abaven alright?
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |