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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 10:13 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 1:50 pm
When Hródolf was a young cub, he was taken from his parents by a large, powerful kalona, curious about his shadowy body. He doesn't remember his parents, or if he even had any siblings -- but in order for him to exist, he'd at least had to have had the former at some point. Ultimately, Hródolf's shadows were merely an odd mutation; sure, they helped him blend in a little more with real shadows, but the wisps of smoke that came from him weren't any different than the fur on his body or the extra tuft on his head. No magic to be found. The point is: Hródolf was raised by Asmodeus as nothing more than a minion to follow his orders -- they weren't even bonded -- and Hródolf had no idea how to life his life any other way. Naturally, when he met the mare he shared a bond with (who was also strong, demanding, not very different than Asmodeus, except perhaps less cruel), Hródolf simply shifted his focus to follow Nymphalidae's orders instead. Being a familiar meant being a servant.
Right?
So when he'd met someone who told him that wasn't how it worked, he was... dumbfounded. What else was a familiar for, then? He barely knew any other familiars, so it wasn't as though he could easily ask someone. He hadn't bothered to make friends with any of them, let alone hold a conversation. Despite everything he knew, he suddenly felt very, very sheltered. Even a little lost -- literally. Hródolf abruptly stopped in his tracks. He... had no idea where he was. The forest was thick with trees, and he couldn't remember being surrounded by them a short time ago. He couldn't even hear his companions anymore where he'd left them resting. Hródolf had only meant to step away to collect his thoughts. Truthfully, though, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to find his way back. He was a wolf, after all -- that's what his nose was for! He was more annoyed with himself for getting lost in his head enough to become so unaware of his surroundings. He'd let his guard down, and that could be dangerous. Frowning, he stuck his nose to the ground and began searching for the trail back the way he came.
A rustling from the bushes -- no, the trees? -- caused him to stop again, hunching down low against the ground, eyes darting around his surroundings to search out the source. "Starling?" he called out, wondering if it was just one of the sisters come to find him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2017 10:44 pm
Perched in the branches, the owl watched the wolf carefully. It was not unusual for her to be on her own - she often scouted the way ahead while Macalania slept, planning the route they would take that would be easiest for the mare to traverse. Still, her keen senses were on alert for any sign of distress from her friend. The wolf was odd looking, his body shifting and blending easily with his surroundings. Her claws flexed around the branch and her eyes narrowed. He didn't seem threatening but she didn't like to take chances too often. Her wings flared out and the gush of wind rustled the leaves around her. It was time to find out if her was friend or foe.
He was aware of her presence and she dropped from the cover of the canopy, almost a blur before she landed on a lower branch above him.
"Not Starling," she said, eyes blinking slowly. "You have wandered far, it seems."
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