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RE: Armistice - Morganna - Jan 01, 2017

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And I don’t give a fuck when I walk into battle
And thats why I got all the power
Morganna Archer

Clearly they have no idea what they are doing. The sentiment was answered with a snort for Captain Obvious, merely punctuating just how little she thought of this whole encounter. She was holding her temper fairly well she thought. While teeth may have been exposed before, when @Craw asked if they wished to see how big of a tantrum they could show, Morganna's hackles rose, not that either of them could see it, apparently she was insignificant to this gathering and she relished her perceived invisibility readying herself.


As though to prove his words meant nothing to the Archer she met @Drestig's claim with a toothy, open-faced smirk. She didn't need to declare their medic softer than her children, just as she didn't have to worry about her own wandering off into a river and drowning because numbers had always been on their side. Wolves that she had known for longer than Whitestone stood as claimed land. They looked after their own and did it well. That would never change. And yes, they were expected to take it, she would think so much was obvious. Here they were, standing on the borders of a pack with superior numbers that had been established for longer than their own. How much sway did they honestly expect to hold? Did they simply come to poke a sleeping beast into retaliation? Perhaps they had come to beg for a swift death? Well, she wasn't the sort to make promises she had no intention of keeping so they were shit out of luck in that regard.

With both sets of eyes firmly set on Craw, her muscles tensed, a paw shifted ever so casually, as though she was just shifting her weight but her mate knew her too well and casually adjusted his own position to block her target. Oh they'd talk to him. She only meant to demonstrate how she expected subordinated that stepped out of line to be dealt with. She huffed a quiet sigh You owe me, conveyed without words, even rolling her eyes a little as this whole encounter grew more boring by the second. She couldn't help but feel his message to the other man was equally as directed at directed at her and she did well to hide her smirk.

She may have suggested it would be best for them to keep their members to their little field and south of their own borders, but she would just have to assume they had enough sense to manage that on their own. Taking her cue from Craw's change in posture, she turned without a farewell, only pausing in her steps back to the Monadnock to make sure her mate was following. She didn't much care for their name. She doubted they would last the winter as it was.

Already, she knew it was a bad call on her part to think they would have some sense. Didn't this whole encounter prove that? "Idiots." she muttered under her breath for Craw's ears alone, answering his question in case their dear visitors thought not to.


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Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Jan 01, 2017

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity


RE: Armistice - Jessie - Jan 03, 2017

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She was no trained Guardian and the shift that took place between Morganna and Craw hardly caught her attention but she had noticed something, and Jessie's eyes narrowed at the two. Her mate was not doing a decent job of keeping his own and the grey woman could feel her temper boiling in her veins. The other couple had made it quite clear that they were not pleased with their rudeness and Jessie wanted to make it home to their daughter. For the first time since the other couple's arrival, Jessie's eyes snapped towards Drestig. She hissed lowly at him so only he could hear, Shut up. If he did not see the rage in her eyes, he was foolish. The Rye Queen turned her gaze back on the man, her temper flaring up on again once her mate began to speak again, though these words were much more peaceful in temperament. Hopefully, it would be enough to get them out of here. Sure, no one was seriously injured. But a picture of Adelayde's marred face stuck out in her mind and Jessie wondered how many mental scars that would leave.

The Tainn woman kept her sigh of relief in when she saw that they were being released. However, there was one last question they had to answer and Jessie wondered whether or not she even wanted to tell him at this point or whether she wanted it to remain a mystery. Surely, he already knew, if his subordinates were around as much as Jessie assumed they were, but she would tell him anyway because it was polite. For the first time, she smiled before she spoke, ”Wild Rye Fields.” Though it pained her once again, she dipped her head in respect to the pair, though the female had already turned her back to them and backed away from the border, her eyes facing them for a few paces before she turned around so that she could start on their way home, Drestig beside her. When they were far enough away, she finally spoke, her voice cold, ”We need to talk.”

Jessie Tainn
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RE: Armistice - Drestig - Feb 12, 2017

Sorry for leaving this hanging so long guys! - Tagging so you can see/claim LP @Craw @Morganna @Jessie

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They should have never come, this was growing increasingly clear with every passing moment. Bringing the conversation to their territory had given the northerners the upper ground, and they were not showing any gratitude for that advantage. They had come in search of piece, with the full intend to apologize for any misunderstanding and establish the foundations of a truce. But they'd been spat in the face, treated like lesser, insulted and then patronized for giving again of the same kind. Drestig was seething inside. He hated this ugly man and his gravelly voice, the way he looked at them like they were dirt, an inconvenience that needed to be dealt with. He expected them to crawl, to beg for his favor and take his abuse without word, all while appearing only amused by his own bitches similar scorn. It made the Avalon sick.


He did not want to give them any more answers, they didn't deserve them, didn't even deserve the Rye wolves still being there; Especially as they seemed to think themselves entitled to it, just as they did the entire Lowlands. But if Jessie thought the same, she didn't show it, instead she turned her anger on her mate, so help him. The hiss sent a flare of shock through him, every muscle in his body freezing. He had to fight to keep his face blank as he met the anger in eyes with no small fire in his own; Are you SERIOUS?! Yet he did as she asked. Drestig had never been a diplomat, his emotions ran too hot, his need for snarky retorts too deeply ingrained. His former teacher had a much firmer grasp on the art of holding back your thoughts and being polite to the undeserving. Let her then! He thought bitterly, reminding himself again, who was waiting for them back home; For their sake… They needed piece. And he would swallow his pride.


Still, he was exceedingly happy when the meeting soon ended, no words of dismissal offered before the two psychos turned their backs on their visitors; Who's the rude ones now? But held back the words; What's the point? Snorting lowly, the dark man turned to follow his partner, steps rigid. He couldn't wait to get away from this place. Oh yeah we do! He thought in answer to Jessie's comment, completely knowing of what he was in for.


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