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-Kiwi- said:
Will gave a single nod and headed for the door, resting comforting hand on Laynas shoulder as he walked past. He stood there for a moment, looking down at his boots. “See you tomorrow,” he said. He would come back.

He stepped outside, letting out a sigh that puffed into vapor in the evening chill. The streets were empty and mostly dark, only a few men heading to the pubs trailed by stray hounds, houses occasionally lit on the doorways by a kerosene lantern or two, a few determined moths bouncing off their glass. It was quiet and lonely.

Will started down the road north, towards the outside of town. Soon the cottages and shops fell away, replaced by towering oaks, their skeletal branches reaching forlornly to the sky. A few fireflies clinging to life in the mid autumn chill blinked and flickered between the ferns. It felt safer here.

The sense of security was an illusion, of course. The path soon all but dissappeared, Wilroc finding his way by landmarks. Eventually he came to a tiny moss encrusted cabin. Home.

He lived far away from people and preferred his solitude, listening to the ghostly singing of the wolves at night. A song that had slowly begun to dwindle over the years.

Will opened the door, stomping the dirt and leaves off of his boots and lighting the candles. There was only one room in the house, his disheveled bed crunched into a corner. He laid down right away, and only a few minutes went by before his eyes got heavy.... his vision went dark.

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Wilroc opened his eyes. A root-tangled soil roof loomed over his head, and as he inhaled, the scents, no, stories, laced and knit themselves together in his head, messages and warnings and poems dancing together in the air. He got to his paws and stretched, fluffy grizzled brown tail arcing over his back. Go time.

He stepped out of the den, breaking into an easy lope, his sensitive paws feeling every root and stone beneath his feet. His sharp ears caught every noise, the rustling of a mouse, a deer stripping bark from a tree.... gunshots in the distance. Will slowed, a growl rising in his throat. He could hear two men, laughing loudly and bantering.

Will slipped into the shadows, weaving his way closer. No.

It was the two men from earlier, rifles slung over their shoulders. The scent of rank alcohol permeated the air.

They were lazily making their way to a shape struggling in the leaves. A deer. A doe with terrified brown eyes kicked at the ground, blood oozing from a bullet wound in her abdomen. Will snarled, his ears flattening to his skull. Had they no sense of honor? Making a bad shot and not quickly giving the poor animal a quick, merciful death?

Cool it, big guy. He couldn't afford to be flying off into danger and putting everyone at risk. He watched as the shorter man, the one who had asked him if he hunted, aimed his gun, taking his sweet time, and let off the final shot with a deafening bang that made Will whine as the noise pierced his sensitive ears. The deer lay still, a circular bullet hole right behind her eye. Her lifeless eyes.

A pointless death. Hunting was necessary, yes, but this was a cruel and unnecessary death. It was simply for the sake of killing.

Will backed away, getting out of range before turning tail and running back to the Pack's den, flying over obstacles. They were taking prey and killing wolves. This had to stop.

(PARAGRAFFFSSSS)
@Blue Raptor
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(You wanna time skip to the next day so we can be caught up with everyone else, or do you have more to rp?)
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Tay jerked back and her head slammed against the gouged ironwood booth. For a moment her numb gaze stared quite deeply into Jintao's eyes, the buzzing of her ears blinding most sensical thoughts.
Oh, the villainy of sleep. How she hated to have consciousness stolen. To be left vulnerable. Though however exploited she felt, the sense of health was undeniable. The sickly ache within her bones had vanished. The sense of mindful fulfillment had returned.
She found a sudden craving towards normalcy.
The lamp light danced as flames burned dim, casting a warm half-shadow over her companions face. He looked strange, bearing an expression of unpredictable emotion. Instinct told her to leave him be, human decency told her to ask him what the actual heck had caught him in such a riled mess.
Her shoulders slumped forwars and she slipped her frail elbows onto the table, resting her chin cooly in a cradled lace of fingers.
"What the devils was that."
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Jintao's eyes flashed in the latern's dying light. He pulled the dagger free and danced it in his hand as he suddenly remembered himself. It was a weapon that he didn't previously have before, so it's gleaming was attractive.
"Interesting," his tone was different. It was stern and lacked his usual kindness with the fear being stronger than ever. "I thought you were the one playing the cards." He glanced around the tavern. Added worry rose on his face, which was more so than it had been before.
"I got us a ship heading to Lanchester- uh, the South, but we need to leave now." He paused with a strange look in his eyes. There was more he had to say, but he figured it best to talk about it elsewhere.

@_-Captain BRM-_
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao's eyes flashed in the latern's dying light. He pulled the dagger free and danced it in his hand as he suddenly remembered himself. It was a weapon that he didn't previously have before, so it's gleaming was attractive.
"Interesting," his tone was different. It was stern and lacked his usual kindness with the fear being stronger than ever. "I thought you were the one playing the cards." He glanced around the tavern. Added worry rose on his face, which was more so than it had been before.
"I got us a ship heading to Lanchester- uh, the South, but we need to leave now." He paused with a strange look in his eyes. There was more he had to say, but he figured it best to talk about it elsewhere.

@_-Captain BRM-_
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"What?" Tay followed his scanning eyes. "Who talked to you? Did they give you the knife? Gosh, who would give you a knife." She rubbed knuckles over her white cheeks, then pushed her stiff hair back. Bangs flopped over her eyes, bouncing a little as she stared at Jintao through the strands.
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao's eyes flashed in the latern's dying light. He pulled the dagger free and danced it in his hand as he suddenly remembered himself. It was a weapon that he didn't previously have before, so it's gleaming was attractive.
"Interesting," his tone was different. It was stern and lacked his usual kindness with the fear being stronger than ever. "I thought you were the one playing the cards." He glanced around the tavern. Added worry rose on his face, which was more so than it had been before.
"I got us a ship heading to Lanchester- uh, the South, but we need to leave now." He paused with a strange look in his eyes. There was more he had to say, but he figured it best to talk about it elsewhere.

@_-Captain BRM-_
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(Uh- headed toward Undermine)
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"What?" Tay followed his scanning eyes. "Who talked to you? Did they give you the knife? Gosh, who would give you a knife." She rubbed knuckles over her white cheeks, then pushed her stiff hair back. Bangs flopped over her eyes, bouncing a little as she stared at Jintao through the strands.
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Jintao looked down at the dagger. "I've got some stuff I'd like to talk to you about, but I'm sure you'd prefer if I talked to you about it elsewhere." He slid down in the seat and pointed the dagger at her. "Unless you'd rather tell me it here."

@_-Captain BRM-_
 

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