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Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
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#1

Get a meeting together. No big deal, right?

Wessex grumbles at the complexity of it, the sheer stubbornness of her people (a great quality when determined to survive, not so great when trying not to be found) and their tendency towards seclusion. With no leader, no true connections outside of blood, they are fractured, somewhat selfish creatures. Every now and then someone great rises, but they never last very long. And of all the people to want to call an Enclave, Wessex is one of those who has the least amount of pull. A blade for hire often has many enemies.

Nevertheless, she has tried. Contacting the few friendly acquaintances she has and asking them to spread the word, making sure the time and place and subject matter was well known. The Woodland. Two Hours after Sunset. Re: The Newcomers. Come with any information you have. She gave them three days notice - more than enough time for word to spread. She even left a pyramid of stones at the side of various well-traveled paths. The meaning is clear, the rules forbid violence… but Enclaves have been notoriously unsuccessful in the past.

Deep in the dense woods, under the cover of a clouded sky, Wessex builds a fire in a cleared area and watches the smoke trail lazily up towards the canopy. Munching on some dried meat, she sits hunched over, elbows on knees and hair plaited back. Seemingly at ease, she listens to the sounds of the world around her, waiting for the soft crunch of footsteps and the direct padding of animal feet. Anything out of the ordinary.

If anyone shows up it will be a miracle. If she can pull this off without anyone getting hurt (rules are meant to be broken, and often are), she should probably be made a God.

WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
Tae Úlfurdur
Huntress / Fur Trader

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#2
Was Tae a natural?

No. Did anyone need to know that?

No.

And so as the whispers of a meeting meant to discuss the new interlopers rang in her ears, Tae was more than willing to show up. Luckily she hadn't come through with this group. No, she'd been in the Hollowed Lands for a few months already, lending credibility to her implicit claims of being from this world. Further, she didn't dress as the Outlanders did. Instead she covered herself in furs and leather just as she'd always done, which seemed to sell the story all the more.

Trotting on black and silent feet, Tae in her wolf form made her way easily towards both Wessex as well as the fire she'd built. Following the sight and smell was easy enough, but still the wolf-girl was wary. This could all be some trap, and while Tae held no allegiance to the naturals, they held none to her either.

Appearing a few meters away, firelight glinting off of her predatory gaze, Tae stood like a black ghost in the night, watching the Ascended careful. She smelled ... interesting. Though Tae couldn't quite place a finger (or paw) on what the differences were, something about the woman was different. There was no fear, to anxiety...no scent of emotion of any kind. The strongest thing Tae could smell was the cured meat, which immediately made her mouth begin to water.

With a wolfish grin, Tae bared her teeth slightly if only to see if she could provoke some sort of response in the woman knelt so strangely by the fire.
tae
these woods are lovely
dark and deep

Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
Played by: Astor Offline
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#3

The sight of a lone wolf - let alone one who willingly approaches both woman and fire - is a dead give away. Wessex smiles, watching the black creature linger just beyond the flickering glow. She knows some of the natives by either reputation or sight, but shifters and their ilk have always been a little elusive. She killed one, once, by accident.

But that’s another story. For another time.

On an impulse, she cuts a strip of meat off and tosses it towards the wolf, landing almost a meter in front of its front paws and smiling teeth. The mercenary remains relaxed, but keeps the knife in one hand as it drops to her side, shifting her position and energy forward into a squat. “I can talk to a wolf,” she offers quietly, “but I’d rather talk to a person.”

If she weren’t so sure the other is a shifter, she’d think herself crazy - out here, by herself, just trying to convince an animals to turn into a human. And this is what counts for normal in Caido these days...


WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm

Tae


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