It was becoming clear very quickly that, whoever these other four Attuned were, they had history. What little some of them were saying came loaded with enough atmosphere that Rance could practically taste the weight of stories between the glaring silences. While he wasn’t in a hurry to get in the middle of anyone else’s mess, he couldn’t deny that a little party of him wanted to ask what he might be missing. Deimos didn’t seem the type to spill a tale over a drink and Sunjata was definitely the other side of that mystery confrontation, but maybe one of the other two?
No matter how this went, Rance was glad he’d stumbled upon it. Not just because he had learned a bit about being an Attuned just in the few minutes since he’d flown in on the hunt, but also because inter-personal arguments could teach him as much about a new place as any helpful guides. Sure, they were a hell of a lot more likely to bite him in the ass, but that risk hadn’t scared him off yet.
Whoever Deimos was, he was obviously used to giving orders. Had Rance been in human form, he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he just shifted on his perch — away from the small, white creature who had arrived with the fox, just in case — and turned his head to the side. Guessin’ by the cart back there, you want big game, right? He didn’t wait for an answer, the question hypothetical and more to ‘hear’ himself speak. Talking that way came as naturally as speaking aloud — because of whatever ‘bond’ Deimos mentioned? He made a mental note to ask someone eventually. And no matter what he found out, he’d have a lot to write down in his journal once the job was done.
The inky black raven took off from the branch with a croaking call, heading east. I’m not goin’ to run into basilisks or some shit out here, am I? He asked the group, partly to make conversation and partly to be prepared for the worst. Even if that forest didn’t seem as overtly threatening as the Wildwood, Rance wasn’t taking any chances.
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Rance flies east, ears and eyes peeled for danger and prey alike!
No matter how this went, Rance was glad he’d stumbled upon it. Not just because he had learned a bit about being an Attuned just in the few minutes since he’d flown in on the hunt, but also because inter-personal arguments could teach him as much about a new place as any helpful guides. Sure, they were a hell of a lot more likely to bite him in the ass, but that risk hadn’t scared him off yet.
Whoever Deimos was, he was obviously used to giving orders. Had Rance been in human form, he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he just shifted on his perch — away from the small, white creature who had arrived with the fox, just in case — and turned his head to the side. Guessin’ by the cart back there, you want big game, right? He didn’t wait for an answer, the question hypothetical and more to ‘hear’ himself speak. Talking that way came as naturally as speaking aloud — because of whatever ‘bond’ Deimos mentioned? He made a mental note to ask someone eventually. And no matter what he found out, he’d have a lot to write down in his journal once the job was done.
The inky black raven took off from the branch with a croaking call, heading east. I’m not goin’ to run into basilisks or some shit out here, am I? He asked the group, partly to make conversation and partly to be prepared for the worst. Even if that forest didn’t seem as overtly threatening as the Wildwood, Rance wasn’t taking any chances.
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Rance flies east, ears and eyes peeled for danger and prey alike!
