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Coalition. The petite deer-fox did not trust them. Held onto the anger. Resentment. For what they did to Trygve. Sweeny. Atticus. It set her fur bristling. Suspicion rising. Made worse by the more familiar scent of Tanglewood.
Unaware of Jormungand's actions, the fleshweaver could not imagine a good reason for both groups arriving on the border. Much less after Elsweyr and her father's decision to leave each other be entirely. Nothing but 'dire straights' to be cause for a Tangler's presence on Pitt lands.
Her hazel hues dance. Wary. Particularly of Elsweyr, since she did not really recognize Romulus. Tired of flaming lions threatening her home. Tired. And soon to be furious at the one who caused the issue at hand. Teeth catch the inside of her cheek, ears flicked back as her father was sent for. Halting a cautious distance apart from the Wanderer and Tanglewood Luminary. Hooves sinking into the sand. Cementing her connection to the earth.
Should probably hold in the question for her father's arrival but it pressed in her mind. An endless repeat. Why? What now? Rested in her throat. She couldn't. Tired. Couldn't shake the memory of one of the last times two groups stormed onto the Pitt's border. The jungle aflame.
"... What... What's this about?" Her voice clipped. Guarded. Sounded distant even to her. Faraway. Her mind racing a thousand different directions. Attempting to push past old memories. Focus. Stay present. Figure out what happened. Breathe... Four... Seven... Eight...
[/td][/tr][/table]Unaware of Jormungand's actions, the fleshweaver could not imagine a good reason for both groups arriving on the border. Much less after Elsweyr and her father's decision to leave each other be entirely. Nothing but 'dire straights' to be cause for a Tangler's presence on Pitt lands.
Her hazel hues dance. Wary. Particularly of Elsweyr, since she did not really recognize Romulus. Tired of flaming lions threatening her home. Tired. And soon to be furious at the one who caused the issue at hand. Teeth catch the inside of her cheek, ears flicked back as her father was sent for. Halting a cautious distance apart from the Wanderer and Tanglewood Luminary. Hooves sinking into the sand. Cementing her connection to the earth.
Should probably hold in the question for her father's arrival but it pressed in her mind. An endless repeat. Why? What now? Rested in her throat. She couldn't. Tired. Couldn't shake the memory of one of the last times two groups stormed onto the Pitt's border. The jungle aflame.
"... What... What's this about?" Her voice clipped. Guarded. Sounded distant even to her. Faraway. Her mind racing a thousand different directions. Attempting to push past old memories. Focus. Stay present. Figure out what happened. Breathe... Four... Seven... Eight...
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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