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It's an exceptionslly cold day when Nui waddles towards the banquet hall at the sound of Atbash's voice.
Nui is surprised that the other is still even allowed to hold these meetings. Stryker no longer has the Savannah cooped up. The Polarbeart's eye trails over Atbash's form, a coral tongue caressing her lips in contemplation. Is it still a show of Stryker's carelessness? Or a mere power play? She isn't sure what to think, and she keeps herself on the look out for the Pittians-- sad little things riding out on the success of Stryker's scheme. Draining their resources and trotting about with their now found ownership of the place, dirtying the snow with their disgusting limbs. Fat cats, the lot of them are, and they have no place in this world-- not because of what they stand for, but merely of what they believe themselves to be. Antagonists indeed. She'll see how antagonistic they are when Snowbound rips the rugs out from under their dirtied asses. They'll reap what they sow soon enough, and she'll be there to survey the results with glee.
The lights of the banquet hall provide some warmth from the cold's gelid brace. Nui trots inside and situates herself somewhere by the stool of a seat. It wasn't the best vantage point. But she loved the comfort of a wooden post where she can find it; something nice to itch herself against.
There are no joiners for Snowbound. Unsurprising. She wouldn't be surprised if the mere presence of the Pittians filled Snowbound's territory with the stench of crap for miles around, warding off strangers.
Nui bit her tongue to keep from smirking. Her mind getting horribly vulgar these days now, wasn't she?
She applauds Sicarion and Dmitri for clashing with Stryker head to head. She has done so before, once. Before Stryker was a true Pittian. Right when he had been chased from Snowbound's gates with less than grace and far less kindness. He hadn't learned his lesson apparently.
She and Gwen have been rewarded with Evergreen; a title for those showing promise in medicine. Nui finds it funny. She knows only the bsrr minimum of herbs, and curiosity was the only thing urging her to learn more. Healing did have it's uses (it was far more convenient than wasting her own energy into regeneration). Nui considered her career options to be exhausted before, but healing was still something she could explore. Her talons were drenched in blood, wreathed with knowledge of only how to kill and work for her maker. Mending the wounds and illnesses of others seemed like a far cry. But it was worth a shot, if more opportunities arrived in the future.
Snowbound needed allies, but an inactive ally was of little use to them. Nui could not blame Atbash for leaving them as it were. Nui had not heard of them before; The Moonlight Vale were either dead or secluded. Both of which was poor news. Cutting off unnecessary ties was a step forward in the right direction.
Snowseeker. Nui wracked her brain in rememberenace of what the rank meant. Right hand man? The courtier's swift gaze found Izuku, and her gaze glinted with recognition. The seamstress hardly cared a rat's tail for anyone else, but Izuku showed promise in the way that he did not bend to the whims of others. Snowbound had hope yet.
Unlike the new snowseeker, Nui cannot bring herself to ignore this news. A meeting is a meeting, insignificant ants swarming within their presence be damned.
"Congratulations to Izuku, Sicarion, Gwen and Dmitri," Her lone eye finds Atbash once more. "Miss Atbash, I'll be alerting the Moonvale of the dropped alliance," Anything to get her out of the camp for a few days. Stretch her legs or whatnot. Take a couple detours if need be.
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SNOWBOUND
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POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
It's an exceptionslly cold day when Nui waddles towards the banquet hall at the sound of Atbash's voice.
Nui is surprised that the other is still even allowed to hold these meetings. Stryker no longer has the Savannah cooped up. The Polarbeart's eye trails over Atbash's form, a coral tongue caressing her lips in contemplation. Is it still a show of Stryker's carelessness? Or a mere power play? She isn't sure what to think, and she keeps herself on the look out for the Pittians-- sad little things riding out on the success of Stryker's scheme. Draining their resources and trotting about with their now found ownership of the place, dirtying the snow with their disgusting limbs. Fat cats, the lot of them are, and they have no place in this world-- not because of what they stand for, but merely of what they believe themselves to be. Antagonists indeed. She'll see how antagonistic they are when Snowbound rips the rugs out from under their dirtied asses. They'll reap what they sow soon enough, and she'll be there to survey the results with glee.
The lights of the banquet hall provide some warmth from the cold's gelid brace. Nui trots inside and situates herself somewhere by the stool of a seat. It wasn't the best vantage point. But she loved the comfort of a wooden post where she can find it; something nice to itch herself against.
There are no joiners for Snowbound. Unsurprising. She wouldn't be surprised if the mere presence of the Pittians filled Snowbound's territory with the stench of crap for miles around, warding off strangers.
Nui bit her tongue to keep from smirking. Her mind getting horribly vulgar these days now, wasn't she?
She applauds Sicarion and Dmitri for clashing with Stryker head to head. She has done so before, once. Before Stryker was a true Pittian. Right when he had been chased from Snowbound's gates with less than grace and far less kindness. He hadn't learned his lesson apparently.
She and Gwen have been rewarded with Evergreen; a title for those showing promise in medicine. Nui finds it funny. She knows only the bsrr minimum of herbs, and curiosity was the only thing urging her to learn more. Healing did have it's uses (it was far more convenient than wasting her own energy into regeneration). Nui considered her career options to be exhausted before, but healing was still something she could explore. Her talons were drenched in blood, wreathed with knowledge of only how to kill and work for her maker. Mending the wounds and illnesses of others seemed like a far cry. But it was worth a shot, if more opportunities arrived in the future.
Snowbound needed allies, but an inactive ally was of little use to them. Nui could not blame Atbash for leaving them as it were. Nui had not heard of them before; The Moonlight Vale were either dead or secluded. Both of which was poor news. Cutting off unnecessary ties was a step forward in the right direction.
Snowseeker. Nui wracked her brain in rememberenace of what the rank meant. Right hand man? The courtier's swift gaze found Izuku, and her gaze glinted with recognition. The seamstress hardly cared a rat's tail for anyone else, but Izuku showed promise in the way that he did not bend to the whims of others. Snowbound had hope yet.
Unlike the new snowseeker, Nui cannot bring herself to ignore this news. A meeting is a meeting, insignificant ants swarming within their presence be damned.
"Congratulations to Izuku, Sicarion, Gwen and Dmitri," Her lone eye finds Atbash once more. "Miss Atbash, I'll be alerting the Moonvale of the dropped alliance," Anything to get her out of the camp for a few days. Stretch her legs or whatnot. Take a couple detours if need be.
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