Once more unto the breach
Raid meeting!
With two victories to their name, Artorias was feeling rather spirited about the progress the Hallows had made so far. He had been unsure about transitioning the normally peaceful pack into raid initiators, but as it was required to establish their hold on their lands and expand further, he took pride in the efforts his wolves were putting forward despite the sudden shift in their methods. Now it was time for the Hallows to move on to their next target—the koi wolves of southern Auster. Artorias had already been to speak with Hattori, to let him know of the raid intentions and set the tone ahead of time, just as Hattori had done years prior when he'd led Ashen against a fledgling Hallows. Artorias had been but a yearling then, but now the Lord of Cinder intended to return the gesture with his full strength and abilities.
Striding with purpose down the corridors to the council chamber, Artorias rounded the Carved Table to take his place at the head of the table, resting Embershard against the side of the table while he took his seat. The table was already lit, the pack effigies set up. He gazed briefly at Tojo-kai's marker and smiled. They were ready. Lifting his head, the Lord of Cinder gave a summoning call for his wolves to assemble. The fun was about to begin.
ooc: All raid participants must be in the meeting by November 27th!
Little soldier boy There was a call for them. For those willing to fight. His eyes were alight with the fire inside his soul as he barked for his coward bird and Nikolai. A pace then set, climbing stairs and moving with a purpose. Uncle art was awesome and Titus was going to show him just how awesome he could be. He was the first it seemed, his shoulders pushing through the doors and he moved with feline like grace and stealth. Well in his mind it was feline like. He didn't ask permissions. Didn't ask who sat where. No he wanted to be close to the man that lead them but not too close that he took someone else's place. He moved to be on the right hand side of the table, a chair selected, two down from Artorias. His paw hands settled before him on the table, one over the other. No matter what he wasn't missing this. He had fire in him and he wanted to show it off. His eyes moved to the effigies. how had they been made? Which was the target? Would his uncle tell him to go? Or would he see the determination and let him? He felt he was old enough now, had fought enough predators. Had the experience for it all. Walk, "Talk", Think |
Titus has a male white Raven by the name of Andrei, assume he is overhead or somewhere watching even if not mentioned.
Bowen as his mother, Artorias as his alpha and uncle, and Briar as his aunt may enter any of his threads regardless of how they are marked until he is a year of age. Bowen has permission to powerplay him as needed.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Ellara
Expert Physician
Expert Healer (195)
Master Fighter (255)
Juggernaut
2 Years
Female
910
Sinchanted
Ellara moved with quiet purpose, her heart heavy yet resolute. The call to assemble was one she couldn’t ignore, even if it stirred a quiet ache beneath her loyalty. She couldn’t deny the pride she felt in her pack’s success, nor the duty she felt to support Artorias’s vision. But as she approached the council chamber, thoughts of Jiro and Asahi surfaced: those two young Hattori she’d gardened with, their spirits bright in ways she could only half-remember from her own youth. They were a reminder of a simpler time and of the hope she held for their future.
Taking her place near the Carved Table, Ellara felt a sliver of hope that this raid, like the others, might be more a show of strength than an actual strike. A practice raid, something that could fulfill Artorias’s aims without too much harm, especially for innocents like Jiro and Asahi. She cast a quick glance at the Tojo-kai marker, feeling a pang for the wolves it represented. For Ellara, the path to defending their lands was complex and often painful, leaving her to shoulder memories and regrets, even as she stood by her alpha’s side.
As Artorias called for attention, she straightened, her expression solemn. Despite the heaviness within her, she was ready to answer his call, to uphold her loyalty to the Hallows with unwavering dedication.