all my life i've been heading for hell ❂ tangle capture, open

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DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT

AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

Heavy and hot the breath, land disappearing under paws as the beast of an akhlut would race to his borders, long the limbs that allowed the Sage to cross many miles in short hours. He still felt the guilt in his chest for kidnapping her, though that guilt was made small. She could hate him for this, he didn't care about that. His biggest concern was the state of Margaret, the she wolf had been comatose for days. It was now well past a month from the time she'd become injured on the border, and she still hadn't shown signs of waking.

The valkyrie had daughters, two of them, old enough to not need her milk, but old enough to need a mother's love, even with their adopted father's presence. Shuddering as he watched the carnage left behind by the flashflood appear with each quick step, agitated the growl that ripped out of him. There was still so much to do to clean the territory, dead to bury and injuries to dress. His mind was muddled by many things, but his pace slowed as he approached home, rumbling greetings to the few knights and corps members he passed out with their greenhorns, to clean up, locate, or train.

The air still held a chill, though the promise of spring and summer was quickly approaching the mountain homestead, the Five Sisters towering over head in silent guard of the group. None stopped them, though curious the gaze sent towards the island fox held in Auberon's jaws, various the reactions. The group had no active enemies at the time of the capture, he could practically feel the electric excitement spreading like wildfire among the bodies that soon followed after him.

Trotting into the main camp, surveying the damage, he would carry Moth over to a boulder that had survived most of the flashflood, though mud covered a good portion of it and splintered wood sat at the bottom. He had run through a day and a night to bring her here, his muscles screaming as he finally allowed himself to rest. "Everyone! Get your fuzzy asses over here!", he barked out with a dry cough, gaze on Moth. She was a long way from her own home, and he wanted to impress on everyone that she was not to be harmed.

[member=17067]ONEHEART[/member] [member=17611]moth[/member] //
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#psychosocial.