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Xindaris
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These rebellious kids. Where did they get their ideas from, anyway?
Tyerin didn't make any special effort to find things out, yet he had little trouble overhearing the news, as popular as it was. Five, including the alpha's own daughter and a boy that some thought could someday succeed him, five of just barely the age of knowing how to hunt were leaving the pack today.
It was only a few days ago that things were quite peaceful. Then that crowd of humans showed up. Druids, they called themselves, those who commune with the land. Tyerin scoffed at the thought: They were humans, the destroyers of nature, so what could they possibly know about communing with it? All the same, that was why they preferred the forest to the perfectly reasonable human cities nearby. They were gone not long after they entered, but the controversy carried over into the next day. By the end of that day, the only ones outspoken about the trouble were these five. So by the end of that day Tyerin knew they were leaving. He found out early afternoon the day after that--that is, yesterday--that his mother had agreed to send him with them, and was told about it last night. At the time he behaved as if he hadn't heard already.
So he was late getting up this morning. It was perfectly understandable, given the circumstances he could easily lead everyone else to believe he was under. They were supposed to leave about an hour after first light, when Tyerin had woken up. He had to say his farewells, be handed a small sack of leftover scraps that they pretended were supplies prepared especially for him, and then run to catch up to the group, as they had had no option to wait for him at the camp's exit. Well, okay, he wasn't running, but walking more quickly than usual ought to count well enough, right?
He didn't even understand what brought this little group together--even the ones that had been well-acquainted with each other before didn't make much sense.
The undeniable leader and instigator was the alpha's daughter, Rowan. Living in the innermost part of the camp (which was reserved for high-ranking werewolves), it was impossible for Tyerin not to overhear her arguments with her father. From those, he had gathered she was every bit as stubborn, and angry about being passed over for consideration of succession. He gathered she had a certain sense of right and wrong that he was sure would prove to be all kinds of trouble in the outside world. He remembered that the only time she had been quiet was after her father had dragged her to a lake and threatened to throw her in, and even that didn't last long.
Then there was Aleksei. Tyerin was quite certain Alek had no idea what this episode would do to his reputation, and probably wouldn't care anyway. While physically he could probably punch a hole in a tree, mentally he was still practically a puppy. If there were any important decisions to be made, he probably wouldn't be the one to make them. If anyone was was likely to be fooled by deception and hurt, it was him. The youngest son of the Mystic just hoped he would go ahead and do it quickly so this trip wouldn't last too long.
There were also the twins, Ciel and Freal. Tyerin hadn't heard much about them before, and what he'd heard by now he didn't like. Ciel focused his talents on poisons, a coward's weapon, and based on accounts of his character he was as likely to turn it toward a friend as a foe. Freal was eternally cheerful, and between him and Alek, this could turn out to be a very long trip. What either of them cared for the humans that had been sent away, Tyerin didn't know.
Aysun was the most confusing member of the group. Tyerin had heard nothing about her to hint her joining the group, yet there she was. He did know her relationship with her father was worse than Rowan's with hers, and that was about it--she rarely talked and had virtually no friends, so there was no real source of information on her.
Tyerin tried, but couldn't think of very many links between them. It was going to require effort to avoid work with all of them around, but that was the only kind of effort he enjoyed.
A breeze blew toward Tyerin's back, bringing him the alpha's daughter's scent. As per his plan, he broke into a haphazard run, and in less than a minute caught up with them, panting and looking as if he'd been running the whole way. He didn't say anything, knowing it was best to let someone else speak first.
((OOC Here))
Tyerin didn't make any special effort to find things out, yet he had little trouble overhearing the news, as popular as it was. Five, including the alpha's own daughter and a boy that some thought could someday succeed him, five of just barely the age of knowing how to hunt were leaving the pack today.
It was only a few days ago that things were quite peaceful. Then that crowd of humans showed up. Druids, they called themselves, those who commune with the land. Tyerin scoffed at the thought: They were humans, the destroyers of nature, so what could they possibly know about communing with it? All the same, that was why they preferred the forest to the perfectly reasonable human cities nearby. They were gone not long after they entered, but the controversy carried over into the next day. By the end of that day, the only ones outspoken about the trouble were these five. So by the end of that day Tyerin knew they were leaving. He found out early afternoon the day after that--that is, yesterday--that his mother had agreed to send him with them, and was told about it last night. At the time he behaved as if he hadn't heard already.
So he was late getting up this morning. It was perfectly understandable, given the circumstances he could easily lead everyone else to believe he was under. They were supposed to leave about an hour after first light, when Tyerin had woken up. He had to say his farewells, be handed a small sack of leftover scraps that they pretended were supplies prepared especially for him, and then run to catch up to the group, as they had had no option to wait for him at the camp's exit. Well, okay, he wasn't running, but walking more quickly than usual ought to count well enough, right?
He didn't even understand what brought this little group together--even the ones that had been well-acquainted with each other before didn't make much sense.
The undeniable leader and instigator was the alpha's daughter, Rowan. Living in the innermost part of the camp (which was reserved for high-ranking werewolves), it was impossible for Tyerin not to overhear her arguments with her father. From those, he had gathered she was every bit as stubborn, and angry about being passed over for consideration of succession. He gathered she had a certain sense of right and wrong that he was sure would prove to be all kinds of trouble in the outside world. He remembered that the only time she had been quiet was after her father had dragged her to a lake and threatened to throw her in, and even that didn't last long.
Then there was Aleksei. Tyerin was quite certain Alek had no idea what this episode would do to his reputation, and probably wouldn't care anyway. While physically he could probably punch a hole in a tree, mentally he was still practically a puppy. If there were any important decisions to be made, he probably wouldn't be the one to make them. If anyone was was likely to be fooled by deception and hurt, it was him. The youngest son of the Mystic just hoped he would go ahead and do it quickly so this trip wouldn't last too long.
There were also the twins, Ciel and Freal. Tyerin hadn't heard much about them before, and what he'd heard by now he didn't like. Ciel focused his talents on poisons, a coward's weapon, and based on accounts of his character he was as likely to turn it toward a friend as a foe. Freal was eternally cheerful, and between him and Alek, this could turn out to be a very long trip. What either of them cared for the humans that had been sent away, Tyerin didn't know.
Aysun was the most confusing member of the group. Tyerin had heard nothing about her to hint her joining the group, yet there she was. He did know her relationship with her father was worse than Rowan's with hers, and that was about it--she rarely talked and had virtually no friends, so there was no real source of information on her.
Tyerin tried, but couldn't think of very many links between them. It was going to require effort to avoid work with all of them around, but that was the only kind of effort he enjoyed.
A breeze blew toward Tyerin's back, bringing him the alpha's daughter's scent. As per his plan, he broke into a haphazard run, and in less than a minute caught up with them, panting and looking as if he'd been running the whole way. He didn't say anything, knowing it was best to let someone else speak first.
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