The warm summer night, was cooler than the day by far, and it was with slow progress that she ventured out into it, her mind clouded by thoughts of her past, as it seemed it always was. She moved slowly, her small form moving almost like a delicate flower against the night sky, as she paced forward, her legs carrying her of their own volition. The little healer, was just that little, though the mental demons that antagonized her were great. Lives she had let down, in her abilities as he learned, the own lives she lost that she had carried in her womb. So much loss. Alacritis was supposed to be a new home, a new life, a new start. Staring down that the stream she had wondered into she watched the reflection of the summer sky in the slow moving water... why couldn't she let this go? speech here

So far of the Glaciem brood his father was acquiring, the young Blood had only met three; Argent (even though she wasn't part of the brood), Irin the young pale dove who seemed to think monsters existed and Arthfael, the woman who had tried making the moves on him, much to her waste of time. They were all very good looking woman in their own respect, but Taurig knew there were still many more women left to meet. Which left him wondering just how many women were in Glaciem at the moment and how many more would his father bring in. Did he have a limit to how many women he would bring, or would he just keep acquiring them until all of Alacritis was left womenless? It was an interesting concept.


Another night, more time to himself, more wandering around Glaciem. His father had gone to challenge for a woman in the Valhallan pack and had come back empty pawed, but he knew Isardis wouldn't stay like that for long. The pale king was going to battle a valhallan, whether it be the queen herself or the girl's father, but he was going to fight for her. And Taurig would be right there behind him, ready to tear into the first wolf that decided to cause his father harm. Now, it was only a matter of when his father would decide to make the challenge. The waiting game wasn't exactly the best game around. The iridescent moonlight shone down on the young grey-blue brute, illuminating the path before him that his paws had picked out all on their own. He wasn't sure where exactly he was going, so he just let his paws take him where they may. And tonight, it was a stream. But he wasn't the only one taking a midnight stroll. Her scent belonged to Glaciem; another of the brood. Taurig was quiet in his approach, a dark shadow as he came upon the opposite side of the stream, icy gaze coming across the woman's figure as he lowered his crown, salmon tongue lapping at the clear liquid.



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Her brooding had been subtley interrupted by the apperance of another, a male, carrying the scent of glaciem, a scent that wasn't her kings. Her tawny head would raise, golden eyes coming to rest on his figure, her eyes warm but curious. A small smile would appear, and she would dip her head in polite greeting before words would creep to her jaws. "Greetings." She would murmur, before slowly backing out of the water, her tail gently wagging.

She wasn't backing to step away from him, rather to exit the water that he was drinking. Politely, she would sit on the bank, her tail curling around her, eyes watching him curiously, but with a sense of wariness, for she wasn't sure if he was friend... or foe.

He would lap at the water gently, letting it slither down his throat to refresh him, lifting his head only when the woman before him spoke. Crown would raise, icy gaze dancing over to her tawny figure, watching as she would move away to sit across the bank, clearly allowing him to drink from the stream as much as he wished. A gentle curled his lips as he pulled away from the water, allowing his haunches to fold beneath him in a similar manner as the woman before him. Taurig, son of Isardis. Pleasure to meet you ma'am. came his greeting, a short bow accompanying his greeting. Another member of Glaciem. He just needed her name and he could cross her off his list of Glaciems he had met.


eeek short post is short. >.<


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Taurig. What an unusual name, but the name of their kings son. She wondered what fleeting lover had borne the young wolf before her. A warm smile donned her jaws but not reaching her eyes, as she dipped her head slightly in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Taurig. I am Eris, curer of Glaciem." Casually she would look around, taking in the night around them, before her eyes would come to rest on the grey form before her.

"What brings you out here tonight, Taurig?" She would asked curiously. Was he just exploring or on a mission for their king?

(ooc: short post is short.. idek why I can't get more out and I'm too lazy to use a table :o )