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Played by Trix who has 7 posts.
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Nyssa Valsix
OOC: Nyssa's arrival in Relic Lore. Open to anyone.
Overcast, mid day.


An ink colored figure slipped between the barren trunks of the trees. Worn paw pads treaded carefully, almost cautiously as the lone she wolf made her first entrance into this new, unexplored region. Her head was held low, lined with her backbone. A set of dark ears were turned firmly back upon her skull, alert to every little sound. Standing out sharply against the dark fur of her face, vibrant yellow eyes scanned the terrain in scrutiny. Although her body posture could be mistaken as timid or wary, Nyssa was feeling anything but. Instead, she was doing her best to be stealthy, while watchful. She had no idea where she was, or what this place was called. If it even had a name. One thing it had going for it though, was that this land was abundant with wolves. None were within her sights now, which was just as well. Her paws were aching from the five day trek she had endured, pausing only twice to rest and catch a morsel. But she wasn't about to complain. Complaining wasn't her thing. Only weaklings did that. She was used to a rough lifestyle, and something as petty as sore paws was not going to get in her way.

A more pressing problem though, was the ache in her stomach. She hadn't eaten in days, and if she hoped to keep her form up, then she would need to find a meal. The sound of water ahead through the foliage, which had yet to sprout any signs of green, reached her ears. Pushing her way forward, edging to the bank of the twisting creek, she bent down for a long drink, quenching her thirst. Water droplets dripped from her dark muzzle as she pulled away, reclining back to gaze into the water thoughtfully. It wasn't nearly as deep as some of the other rivers she had come across in her travels, but it was deep enough that it could harbor some salmon. The timing seemed right for their migration as well. But with only minimal skills in fishing, Nyssa would have to test her luck and learn by trial and error. With a huff, she strode further out into the middle of the creek, without a sign of complaint even in the icy water. She let the water come up only to her elbows, as she would venture no deeper. A water logged coat and a case of the shivers was more than she was willing to risk for half a chance at a fish.
Played by Vami who has 183 posts.
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Bane
Bane had become alone once more. Although he had enjoyed his time with @Inali very much, he knew he could not live with her any longer within the reaches of Secret Woodlands nor could he spend the rest of his life trailing a deep path along the pack's borders, waiting for an opportunity to see her when she left to wonder along the neighboring territories. Bane knew he was tied to Relic Lore until ether Inali left it, left this world, or no longer wanted anything to do with him. So until Bane had decided what to do with his life again, he had taken up exploring the lands of all Relic Lore. After all, this was the last conversation he had held with Nina, explaining to her how he had wanted to see the world around him and that he would decide to be a scout instead of the guardian he had grown to become. 

When Bane had returned to the lands over a month ago, he had entered them from somewhere in the east, only to move back west to find Inali. Now he had moved over the mountains again, deciding that this unfamiliar half of Relic Lore pulled more at his interest now, specifically because he knew very little about it. Familiarity pained him and back over to the east he felt more at easy in his lost and lonesome state. There was no past here that tugged at his memories, no nightmares to haunt him. 

Keeping at the water's edge, Bane moved along in a rather quick trot, taking a brake only to quench his thirst with the cool, fresh and clear creek water. Soon enough, he would hear the lapping of water in the distance. The familiar sound of another wolf, or wolf-like creature, taking a drink. He paused, orange gaze narrowing as he searched for the other, though with the distance and vegetation, did not yet see her. He took a few more cautious steps, moving slowly so not to come off as a threat to whomever was near.