howling for you / open, visiting

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The presence of Tanglewood on the border oft brought violence or incited anger.  Yet to observe any deviation from the pattern, the vulpine frowned as he padded towards the scent of a swamp dweller.  Hazel eyes narrowed, glinting gold in the sunlight.

With no hesitation, the faerie placed himself in front of his daughter, gently pushing Aine behind him.  In the wake of her sudden transformation, he hardly saw why she wanted to be away from the jungle in the first place.  Knowing her, he suspected an insect culprit.

In silence, Gael observed the panther, ears flicking as others spoke around him.  Had the children been absent, he may have considered discovering what it was the swamp dweller sought by this endeavor of 'peaceful' talks.

Living a long life meant he preferred to judge others individually, rather than by their allegiance alone, yet he could hardly dismiss such loyalties, especially when they were enemies.  Especially when the group brought danger to his daughter; an unforgivable offense.

"Regardless of your personal convictions," the Irishman intoned, "I believe it is in everyone's best interests for you to return home."

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby