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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 5:59 pm
 Alestair dug his claws into the stony cliffs and climbed upwards to where most of the clan resided, he spared no tender glance at the rookery, for unlike most Gargoyles he did not have hopes that his bloodline would pass onward. In Alestair's mind the only thing that might survive him could be his legacy, he had always been proud to serve his clan and now he was being called again. He felt a rush of pride, this tender feeling was as close to fatherly as he could manage. He felt affection for his clan as a whole and for their young leader, young but capable.
As he stood on the cliffs he looked around for Lainnir wondering what his next assignment was to be, whatever it was he would give it his all. He wrapped his wings over his scarred body, amazingly enough the leathery appendages were unblemished. His red-brown eyes darted about quickly taking everything in before he slowly relaxed, yet the tenseness of his tail, and his gaze told any who watched that this warrior never fully relaxed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:23 pm
The young male was currently perched on a large boulder, high enough on the cliffs that he could easily look out over the lake... And the village beyond. How fragile it seemed now, the rooftops reflecting bits of light here and there. Windows dark and empty, closed up for a night's rest. Worry tugged at his features, making the skin between his horns knot and wrinkle.
He jerked suddenly though when Alestair climbed up over the ledge in front of him, obscuring his view. At first he almost instinctively asked him to move, but well... he had called him here, after all. Business needed to be taken care of...
The large male uncoiled himself from the stone and stood, his spiked tail twitching around his ankles.
"Evening, Brother." Lainnir mostly held to the traditions of his people, preferring to call his clan by 'brother' or 'sister' than their names. Unless the situation called for it. Most would know he was angry if he called them by their names... "The night is serving your well, I hope? Ah, but you'll forgive me if I move past the pleasantries quickly, just for tonight... We have much to speak of."
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Gargoyles Shop Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:40 pm
Alestair sensed that Lainnir was tense and instantly his own form stiffened a bit, he tipped his head and nodded at the clan leaders words.
"The night is most kind to me, when I am serving my clan, there is no need for pleasantries with me brother. You have but to ask and you know that my arm will always be there to serve and protect. Tell me why you have called me, you seem troubled this evening, and the night is too calm for such worries." The older male stood rigid, it could have been daylight for all that he moved now that he waited his leaders response.
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