Meet and greet
Carpathius clan meets mountain vikings
10-13-2023, 04:02 PM
The knowledge that a new pack had been formed in the northern continent of Boreas had come to the Aegis of the Hallows during the most recent pack challenge at the fall of Valhalla, and it showed the alpha that there were changes abound in the north that he was unaware of. The stoic dire brute that Artorias had been at the pack challenge had seemed almost glad that Valhalla had toppled and yet also disappointed at the same time. He hadn't gotten a chance to meet with his fellow alpha at the challenge, but now it would be time to get to know his peers that dwelled in the mountains as he had heard from rumor. As he was preparing for his ventures up to the wintery climate of Boreas, Artorias' children asked to join him on his trip to see some new lands and meet new wolves. Ever the believer in learning by first-hand experiences, Artorias was glad to allow his children to join him on this diplomatic endeavor, especially since Talyssa and Bramble had both expressed interest in following the diplomat routes.
Knowing that Boreas was in the midst of its winter, Artorias had ensured all of his entourage had an alpaca wool cloak to keep themselves warm, especially near the mountains where it got colder much more dramatically. The Aegis himself was dressed with a simple yet elegant black wool cloak that almost blended seamlessly into his dark fur, bold orange stitchings hemming the fringes of the cloak and hood; the colors of the Hallows. Beneath his cloak he carried his sword, tucked away but always in reach in case the road north had been fraught with danger. Approaching the base of the Fenrir Mountains, Artorias immediately took note of the scent of the pack above the crispness of freshly fallen snow. This must be the Heidinn pack. Artorias stood at the borders and lowered his hood, then issued a simple call out for an audience with the alpha he had seen before, his voice ringing out in the wintry air and echoing around the mountains. Then he stood by and waited.
While they waited, Artorias turned back to his children. "Remember, just be yourselves. It's important to make a good first impression with new potential friends, but it's more important to be genuine." He trusted his kids wouldn't do anything ridiculous or foolhardy, but he also wanted to emphasize the fact that it didn't mean they had to act like perfect little high society Victorian children. Treating this interaction with ease and not putting too much pressure on themselves to behave a certain way would make it all the easier for them. "And remember to mind your manners and don't ask any untoward questions," added Artorias with a pointed glance to Ember in particular. Then with a smile to his family, he turned back to wait for Heidinn's alpha.
Ember Carpathius
Head Scholar
Master Fighter (295)
Master Intellectual (330)
Knight
Professor
age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Female
Female
gems
72
72
player
Joe
Joe
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10-13-2023, 07:34 PM
Man, the north was cold! Ember had thought she'd experienced the worst of winter when it was all wet and mucky back home in Auster, but up in Boreas everything was just COLD. Cold and snowy and icy. The young girl pulled her cloak tighter around her neck as she gazed around at the powder-covered world around her, dumbstruck and in awe of how everything looked so pristine and magical! There were shards of ice hanging down like teeth from the branches of the trees, and the earth was all soft and crunchy under her toes as she walked through the snow behind her sire with the rest of her family. Snow felt a lot like sand, except maybe a bit less soft and much colder. She decided very quickly she liked the sand of the beach back home better.
The towering mountain range they were headed for had loomed overhead for quite some time now, growing bigger and bigger the closer they got to it. Ember had been chomping at the bit to get to see more of the world and meet new wolves, so Dad's offer to bring the family on a diplomatic field trip to see the new wolf pack was right up her alley. She'd ridden on Artorias' back a good bit of the way, her small legs still getting used to traveling long distances. She had all four paws firmly planted on the ground as they approached the pack borders though, sticking close to the middle of the cluster of her family while she gawked at the world around her.
Their father gave a call for an audience, then addressed them all, reminding them that this was a casual social call and to take it easy. Then he made a point to fix her with a stare as he reminded them to show good manners to their new acquaintances. Ember pouted a bit, then stuck her tongue out at her dad when he turned away. Aw c'mon, she wasn't that bad! While they waited, Ember shifted her weight back and forth on her paws, crunching the fresh snow beneath her while she continued to gaze around at their surroundings. This place was so wildly different from the home she was used to back in Auster. Why would wolves ever want to live in a place like this?
"Ember Carpathius"
The towering mountain range they were headed for had loomed overhead for quite some time now, growing bigger and bigger the closer they got to it. Ember had been chomping at the bit to get to see more of the world and meet new wolves, so Dad's offer to bring the family on a diplomatic field trip to see the new wolf pack was right up her alley. She'd ridden on Artorias' back a good bit of the way, her small legs still getting used to traveling long distances. She had all four paws firmly planted on the ground as they approached the pack borders though, sticking close to the middle of the cluster of her family while she gawked at the world around her.
Their father gave a call for an audience, then addressed them all, reminding them that this was a casual social call and to take it easy. Then he made a point to fix her with a stare as he reminded them to show good manners to their new acquaintances. Ember pouted a bit, then stuck her tongue out at her dad when he turned away. Aw c'mon, she wasn't that bad! While they waited, Ember shifted her weight back and forth on her paws, crunching the fresh snow beneath her while she continued to gaze around at their surroundings. This place was so wildly different from the home she was used to back in Auster. Why would wolves ever want to live in a place like this?
10-14-2023, 06:58 AM
When her father proposed a trip to the north to meet with another pack, Dusk decided that it would be best if she went with him. Not only would she learn something, but she would be part of the defense system that protected her father and younger siblings. That was pretty much how Dusk saw herself: a protector. The young woman was very confident in her skills. Whisper had become an extension of herself and she rarely went anywhere without her trusty weapon. Even today the cat-o-nine tails draped down the obsidian lady's long, long tail.
Aside from her weapon, Dusk had donned a cloak of thick bison hide. The collar of the cloak was thick and ruffled in the wind. It was good to keep ones cheeks and ears warm and the long, flowing hide blocked the worst of the snowy northern gales. As they moved, the climate became ever colder. Dusk had never experienced such cold, but she would be damned before she'd let anyone know that it affected her. Lynx-tipped ears shifted this way and that. Fire opal eyes followed. In this unknown territory, the fae was on high alert.
As her father halted and addressed them, something in the shadowy girl bristled. She was always on her best behavior, thank you very much. With her father on one side, Dusk stood on the other, keeping everyone else in between. When the call was made, the antlered fae stood tall and regal, ready to carry out this social call, as her father put it.
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10-15-2023, 12:38 PM
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Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
10-15-2023, 12:51 PM
Erik's shared glance with his father told him all he needed to know. He was expected to follow the viking king down to meet whoever had called. Something about being the son of a king... when would it be time for them to go back to Tojo-kai, where he had fewer responsibilities? Granted, it was also too damn hot this time of year. He was better off up on the mountain, where his thick coat wouldn't be near-strangling him. The boy trotted behind his father, gaze wary as the group came into view. There were... many of them. More than he would have liked.
As they cleared in his vision, the boy watched them carefully. Girls. They were tall, lithe girls, with long limbs and light frames. His gaze rests on them both in turn, assessing, though he doesn't speak. What would he say? What could he say? Hovering by his father's side, though a half step behind him, Erik stood tall. Confident, though he doesn't have the words to say. Trying to look confident, but it's hard when he's so... very much not used to this. That's alright though. At least dad would do the talking for now. He'd come up with something to say to the pretty girls at some point.
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
10-15-2023, 01:30 PM
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When father mentioned going on a journey, Clove was immediately interested. So much, that she hadn’t thought about how far the journey really was until they were halfway through it. Traveling all the way to the north was very tiresome for the young girl, but she was grateful for the opportunity to tag along. Even Ember had decided to come, which made it more fun with one of her littermates at her side! And, her older sister Dusk decided to come too! However, she couldn’t deny that she was disappointed that Taly decided to stay behind in the castle. Taly had promised her an adventure. While Ember rode on Father’s back, Clove bugged Dusk for a ride here and there. Their tiny legs grew tired quickly, and it was a blessing to have the older wolves around to help them complete the journey. Once they entered the northern territory, Clove realized why Father suggested they all bring a cloak. It was FREEZING! It made her even more grateful for the warmth in the South. She had decided to wear one of the darker cloaks offered to the pack, wanting it to draw in the sun's warmth whenever it was in the sky. So far it seemed to be working. But Clove still had to walk in the snow, which was making her paws feel like icicles! Finally, their journey came to a climax. They found themselves at the base of a towering mountain range, the biggest landmark she had ever seen. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, jaw dropping in awe at the scenery. She couldn’t believe how amazing it looked! But also a bit ominous. Sticking close to Ember, Clove heeded father’s words and fell quiet. Though, she couldn’t help the pitter-patter of her paws in the snow, as she practically marched in place out of excitement! They didn’t have to wait long for someone to arrive. A big dark wolf came to the borders, and Clove looked up at his towering frame with a sheepish expression. He was as tall as daddy! And when he invited them into his home, Clove glanced towards Artorias, waiting for him to accept the invitation before she moved forward. She noticed the boy lingering behind him- around her age, swathed in an amethyst coat with fiery markings. He was so handsome. She couldn’t help but stare at him for several moments, before ushering inside the territory with her family. ”Speech” |
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10-17-2023, 07:37 AM
Tenshi had been busying herself when the call rang out. From the border, the request made her curious. Lifting her head a bit higher and turning an ear to listen, she wondered who it could be. Shifting away from the pot of soup that she had been tending to, Tenshi made her way from the communal kitchen area. Following the lit and well-marked paths, it didn't take her long to emerge from the depths of Fenrir Maw out into the snowy hills of the mountain's slope. From her position, she could see the gathering of wolves at their border. Surprised at how many congregated around the dark blue figure, her pace quickens as she heads through the snow.
From out of the corner of her eye, she sees Vidarr and Erik a bit ahead of her. Ah, yes, this would indeed be a good teaching moment for the boy. Loping onto the scene where she sees an older male and several younger females, Tenshi tilts her head in question. What was this man doing here with so many young girls? As her nose twitches, she scents that they are all his daughters. Interesting. Stepping up beside Vidarr as they enter the cavern, Tenshi moves to settle near where Vidarr will rest. Glad for the warmth of the fire, Tenshi is quick to stoke the flames so that they don't die down too much. Looking at the girls, she smiles warmly in only a way that a mother could before moving her attention to Artorias.
"And I, Ya-hrm," she falters, remembering that she would soon no longer be a Yama, but a Trygg. A Viking, not a mountain-koi. "Tenshi Trygg, though not quite official yet," there is humor in her tone as her gaze flickers to Vidarr. Teasing the Shadow is a favorite pastime of hers. "I hope the journey has treated you all nicely," her accented tones are a mixture of Nihon and the newly acquainted Swedish. Soon, the Nihon would be only a mere distant memory.
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10-20-2023, 06:14 PM
The Carpathians were not kept waiting long before they were received by a pair of males, one the enigmatic dark brute he had seen at the Valhallan challenge. The alpha of Heiðinn and the lord of the mountain. Beside him, a young lad, roughly the same age of his youngest litter. The alpha's son, he presumed. The dark brute remained stoic in expression but spoke with hospitality, inviting them in before the cold weather made them sick. Artorias gave a grateful smile to his fellow alpha, then looked back at his daughters and motioned for them to follow. As they crossed the border and followed their hosts, a third wolf joined the Heiðinn crew, a female who appeared very familiar with the alpha as they walked side-by-side into the cave, the warmth of the already lit fire chasing away the chill from their coats.
As they were all settled around the fire, Artorias bowed his head in thanks as the Heiðinn wolves introduced themselves as Víðarr and Tenshi Trygg. "Thank you for your hospitality, Víðarr and Tenshi. I am Artorias Carpathius, alpha of the Hallows. These are my daughters." He gestured to the girls at his side before returning his attention back to the alpha couple and who he assumed was their son. "I saw you at Valhalla's fall, and since news of new packs doesn't always reach us all the way down in Auster, I wanted to take the time to meet you, introduce ourselves and our pack, and get to know more about Heiðinn." Oh, but most importantly... "We've also brought you a few housewarming gifts, from the Hallows to Heiðinn."
Artorias then nodded to his daughters, allowing each of them to give their introductions and present their gifts to the lord and lady of Heiðinn.
Ember Carpathius
Head Scholar
Master Fighter (295)
Master Intellectual (330)
Knight
Professor
age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Female
Female
gems
72
72
player
Joe
Joe
![Pride - Bisexual](/images/awards/pride/bisexual.png)
10-20-2023, 06:25 PM
Ember was still gawking at just how massive the mountains were when the Heiðinn wolves approached the cluster of Carpathians. She had always thought Hearthstone was the biggest thing in the world, but the mountain was even bigger than their home! Her attention was snapped back when a male voice spoke in a gruff foreign accent, welcoming them into their lands. Ember studied the large brute that rivaled her sire in size, as well as the boy he had at his side. He wore a rich dark coat and looked to be about her and Clove's age, but was noticeably taller than the both of them already. He was also staring at them. Not just staring, but like really staring at them. Ember shifted her paws in the snow, fidgeting a bit. Was there something on her face? She surreptitiously rubbed at her snout while their father began to usher them into Heiðinn's lands. Ember followed alongside Artorias, trying not to stare back at the strange boy. Mom had always said staring was rude and Dad had just told them to be on their best behavior.
Following her family into the cavern at the behest of their hosts, Ember was immediately grateful to feel the heat of the fire wash away the cold from her coat. She breathed a delighted sigh and hurried to plonk her rump down around the fire, lifting her paws to warm them in front of the flames. The wolves introduced themselves—Víðarr and Tenshi—but the boy didn't give his name. Ember wasn't sure how to interpret that. Did he not like them? Is that why he was staring so intensely at them? Still trying to not be seen stealing little glances at the boy to check if he was still staring, Ember tried to focus on the conversation as Artorias did his part conversing with the other alphas.
When her sire gave the floor over to them to introduce themselves and present the gifts they'd been told to offer, Ember was the first to spring back up to her paws, offering a polite smile to the Heiðinn wolves. "Hi, I'm Ember!" she began with a little wave of her paw. Oh wait, was she supposed to bow? Shoot! What was the proper protocol here? Not wanting to make the situation awkward with undue pauses, she carried on, "I brought some fleecy blankets made from our family's alpacas. They're cozy and soft and very warm!" Being as she was still too small to be carrying the bundles of wool blankets on her back, Ember turned to Dusk, who had been the one carrying them for her, to show them off with pride to the alphas.
"Ember Carpathius"
Following her family into the cavern at the behest of their hosts, Ember was immediately grateful to feel the heat of the fire wash away the cold from her coat. She breathed a delighted sigh and hurried to plonk her rump down around the fire, lifting her paws to warm them in front of the flames. The wolves introduced themselves—Víðarr and Tenshi—but the boy didn't give his name. Ember wasn't sure how to interpret that. Did he not like them? Is that why he was staring so intensely at them? Still trying to not be seen stealing little glances at the boy to check if he was still staring, Ember tried to focus on the conversation as Artorias did his part conversing with the other alphas.
When her sire gave the floor over to them to introduce themselves and present the gifts they'd been told to offer, Ember was the first to spring back up to her paws, offering a polite smile to the Heiðinn wolves. "Hi, I'm Ember!" she began with a little wave of her paw. Oh wait, was she supposed to bow? Shoot! What was the proper protocol here? Not wanting to make the situation awkward with undue pauses, she carried on, "I brought some fleecy blankets made from our family's alpacas. They're cozy and soft and very warm!" Being as she was still too small to be carrying the bundles of wool blankets on her back, Ember turned to Dusk, who had been the one carrying them for her, to show them off with pride to the alphas.
11-01-2023, 02:37 AM
Wolves appeared, some friendlier than others, and the group of Hallows wolves were ushered inside. Dusk hadn't complained about the cold but she'd been feeling it, so when she felt the first caress of warmth from the fire, the young woman's eyes closed for a moment. She hadn't realized just how frozen her paws felt.
Once inside, pleasantries were traded. As Artorias and Vidarr spoke, Dusk took a step back and shook the snow from her bison fur cloak near the door. One paw rose to remove the cloak so that it might have a moment to dry and she might have a moment without its weight. By the time she moved back to the group, Ember had already introduced herself and was mentioning the gifts that she brought. Technically, Dusk had brought them. She carried the gifts all the way from The Hallows.
Taking up the pack that had been hidden beneath the cloak, Dusk moved forward, placing the package between them all. Curling her long tail to the side, she used one of Whisper's blades to slice through the twine holding everything together. She moved the aforementioned blankets aside to reveal a few bottles of wine. "Dusk Carpathius," she spoke clearly. "We've brought you a few bottles of Hallowed wine as well."
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11-09-2023, 03:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2023, 03:09 AM by Víðarr. Edited 1 time in total.)
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Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.