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rate yourself and rake yourself — Hearthwood River 
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Played by Rachel who has 462 posts.
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Kisla Baranski

Her indulgence to the rabbit was almost short lived -- she tore in to the flesh, her teeth seeking out the vital organs of the creature first. Each such a tiny morsel, and yet the nutrition plentiful. She was silent as she ate, her ears flickering in the direction of Kjors as he spoke -- agreeing with her. Hearthwood River would rise to a glory that went beyond Cut Rock River. Their enemy packs would not have the ability to push them out again -- of this she promised herself.

Pushing the remains of the rabbit to her companion for him to savor as well, her tongue cleaned at her jaws, aiming to remove the blood from her pale muzzle. One paw would sweep up, rubbing against her muzzle before she pushed herself upward, giving her golden pelt a light shake. "No pack will remove us from our home again," she noted, her tone gentle, but firm. Her green eyes flashed over the dragon, feeling a new surge of confidence that had been missing before. "You will aide me in this as my Advisor," she decided then, her tail sweeping through the cool autumn air. She held no doubt that some of her companions would worry over this new title unleashed in the dragons paws -- but Kisla saw them as capable paws, and he would not thrive unless given a chance.

And she needed another with the same passion to take these words to fruition -- to become more than just a mumbled wish upon the wind.

(This post was last modified: Jan 14, 2016, 09:25 PM by Kisla.)


sparking up my heart



Played by Ace who has 347 posts.
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Kjors Sørenson

Patience came easy while the Queen helped herself to the kill, eyes half lidded as shoulders relaxed, one hind leg cocked as he rested his weight. It was an unspoken trust between the pair of them that he allowed himself such a casual state, ears forward and eyes bright, always on the leader, but not so fearful to guard himself against her. He was a dragon, but she was the sky. Something panged in his heart again, a slow smile curling across his muzzle as he dipped his head down, wishing to keep such fondness to himself. Wouldn’t do for other pack members to think him growing soft.

“Hearthwood River will rise,” he agreed, voice rough with unbidden emotion, and busied himself with the remains of the rabbit. While Kisla had taken the tastiest pieces, she was meant to – that was her boon as alpha, something she had rightfully earned. But a benevolent wolf was she, and hearty morsels were left for her subordinate, which he made quick work of while she cleaned her snout. When he lifted his head, his single eye sparkled like the golden sun against a dark night sky, and allowed himself a chuff.

Even without a title, he would serve this woman to the best of his ability. With a title, he could do even more. “Aye, tha’ Ah will,” he agreed softly, licking his lips before tilting his head upwards, bumping the ridge of his muzzle against her jawbone in a small display of submission. Of partnership. They were see the return of the River wolves.

“For Hearthwood River.”

Fade.

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