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[Video/Action] Arrival- Hunt #1
[Genessia]
It’s probably not at all surprising to see someone new stumble out of the Bay, given the influx of newcomers in recent weeks. The cape is a little worse for wear, just as the scales of the sleek leather armor below are covered in mud, and blood, and deep, angry marks from what surely must have been a blade.
He’s alone, and the pack of wolves he had been running with hadn’t woken up with him in that strange pod.
Sore and doing his best to hide his weary stumbling, despite the strange healing, Kieran makes his way further into the city, looking for a seat at the very least, or someone to explain what the hell is going on.
[VIDEO/Commons]
A man appears onscreen, freshly showered and in a simple dark blue shirt, the lone two buttons near the top unbuttoned at his throat and a towel still atop his head where he tiredly shakes away the remaining water.
“I appreciate the hospitality and the lodging, but the other cities…Can someone tell me of them? I’ve been told the other areas might be more similar to my Court, and I’d like to start looking for my own accommodations, if I’m to be here as long as they’ve suggested.” He shrugs, looking more at the divice he’s speaking to than the actual camera itself. What a strange little caster… “The illusion was informative, but I’d like to hear from those who live in the areas themselves.” He smiles courteously, though the look in his eyes says its a controlled, practiced motion. “Alternatively, if anyone knows of a particularly good tavern or of an area in which to hunt, I would also be grateful.”
[Everglade/Fayren]
Much later in the afternoon, hedging toward dusk, one might spot a rather large wolf prowling the area, tending to its own business, but keen eyed and curious nonetheless. Something about it seems… off. It’s too graceful, too focused on things that couldn’t possibly be prey… and by the way the silver in its eyes seems to swirl and disappear into dark inky shadow as its attention shifts, it certainly can’t just be an animal.
It’s probably not at all surprising to see someone new stumble out of the Bay, given the influx of newcomers in recent weeks. The cape is a little worse for wear, just as the scales of the sleek leather armor below are covered in mud, and blood, and deep, angry marks from what surely must have been a blade.
He’s alone, and the pack of wolves he had been running with hadn’t woken up with him in that strange pod.
Sore and doing his best to hide his weary stumbling, despite the strange healing, Kieran makes his way further into the city, looking for a seat at the very least, or someone to explain what the hell is going on.
[VIDEO/Commons]
A man appears onscreen, freshly showered and in a simple dark blue shirt, the lone two buttons near the top unbuttoned at his throat and a towel still atop his head where he tiredly shakes away the remaining water.
“I appreciate the hospitality and the lodging, but the other cities…Can someone tell me of them? I’ve been told the other areas might be more similar to my Court, and I’d like to start looking for my own accommodations, if I’m to be here as long as they’ve suggested.” He shrugs, looking more at the divice he’s speaking to than the actual camera itself. What a strange little caster… “The illusion was informative, but I’d like to hear from those who live in the areas themselves.” He smiles courteously, though the look in his eyes says its a controlled, practiced motion. “Alternatively, if anyone knows of a particularly good tavern or of an area in which to hunt, I would also be grateful.”
[Everglade/Fayren]
Much later in the afternoon, hedging toward dusk, one might spot a rather large wolf prowling the area, tending to its own business, but keen eyed and curious nonetheless. Something about it seems… off. It’s too graceful, too focused on things that couldn’t possibly be prey… and by the way the silver in its eyes seems to swirl and disappear into dark inky shadow as its attention shifts, it certainly can’t just be an animal.
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The way she moved may not be as quick as his movements but, Li was agile in the water or as agile as she could be with her form before she snorted at him and playfully snapped before diving down towards the bottom of the river bed and settling there. At least she could breathe underwater.
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...well. Cute and fuzzy forms weren't all he had at his disposal.]
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Meanwhile her tail shifted against the rocks and sand at the bottom of the river, curling slightly as her fins shifted like her mane did. For fins that looked tattered and worn, that didn't stop her. There was something both ethereal and beautiful about her settled there and so very, very dangerous. ]
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Kier only floated around her, studying her curiously. This...might be a terrible idea. He might have fallen right into the perfect trap.
Even still, something about her didn't strike her as feral, at least, not in the moment. Ethereal, yes, perhaps even haunting, but... he certainly wasn't afraid of her.
...but then, it never hurt to be cautious. He studied her for a moment longer, then spun himself into that darkness again, emerging this time as an... almost mirror image of her. Bigger of course, and with that same inky shimmer he had donned before, but... not bad for a first try.
...Maybe so long as he stayed still, she might not realize how awkward he might move in an unfamiliar form.
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Very reluctantly she began to move slowlu drifting towards him to check out his newest form curiously. Eventually she shifts to settle against his side and leans against him, testingto see what he might allow as her fins sway in the rivers current.