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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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she tied you to her kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“I’m surprised,” Wessex begins, to break the silence as they head out of the Citadel. “Didn’t expect a Flynn to join me,” which is only to say because it hadn’t been done before. “But I’m very curious about falconry.” And Shaye, herself, has a good reputation. She could use the Natural as a friend - or at the very least, not her enemy.
Heading quickly out on to the Tundra, their legs unhampered by snow, Wessex slows as they hit an open spot and peers around, as if she’s listening, examining, and testing their surroundings. With only a bow slung upon her back, she finds herself reverting to the skills she’d developed before Outlanders had started dropping in on their doorstep. Goddess, how long ago that seems. Musing aloud, the Wraith gives a side-eye to the redhead. “If you were a luxere, where would you hide during Longheat?”
01-06-2022, 04:27 AM (This post was last modified: 01-06-2022, 04:35 AM by Shaye.)
You had to push against the fates just to make it through the gate
The surprise doesn't go unmatched. Her dark red brows lift and, casually, she explains, "The Flynns- hunt together, and most of them are not keen on showing the way to someone outside of the Clan." Her tone turns cautionary, or even icy, as she glances over at the woman and her bow, "Usually people would rather trade afterward than join a hunt. Those people are smart. The tundra is dangerous, even to those that know it well."
But Wessex is not a very usual person, Shaye is slowly finding out. And Shaye is not a usual Flynn, either.
There is no hawk upon her shoulder when Wessex brings up the practice of falconry, and there surely won't be - not today. Not for what they're hunting. "What would you like to know?" She asks, welcoming any barrage of questions that may come her way if only because it is a practice she takes a great deal of pride in.
Wessex slows down in the open, but Shaye markedly does not. Her worn boots continue to tread over the solid, icy ground. Past the Wraith, expressing no need for hesitation or examination. When the request had been made, Shaye plotted out their course carefully - and not without consultation among other hunters who had already cleared the trails this Longheat. Not without purpose does she turn to one direction; North. It's only when she hears Wessex's questioning thought over the snow that she takes pause. The draping ends of her wolf-fur coat sway just over the snow in her halt, the hood pushed back so it gathers around her jaw.
"I wouldn't," she remarks cleverly, tipping a knowing eye back over her shoulder at her hunting companion, "this time of year, they might travel hundreds of miles. They have to, in order to find enough food to sustain the herd throughout the season. But I know the routes they follow. We'll keep going this way until we find sign of them." It could take several days, knowing the ways of the hunt, but Shaye is confident. This early in the season, the pair of them might get lucky. She sets off once more, though this time she does wait for Wessex, asking, "What interests you in the luxere?"
01-13-2022, 09:17 AM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2022, 07:13 PM by Wessex.)
WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Chuckling warmly in the back of her throat, Wessex concedes all her points. “That’s fair.” She’d hoped by now that she had proven herself a relative friend of Halo, but that mistrust and fear of the unknown can drive that hesitation deep. And everything about the Wraith is likely to scream other. “I was a hunter, mostly, in the Grounds before the Outlanders came. Being able to do it again is a return to refreshing simplicity right now.”
So this kind of thing gets her back to her roots - almost.
Letting Shaye take the lead, Wessex easily follows behind; she is no daughter of the Tundra, and she knows when to take a step back. Offering a fanged smile for the woman’s explanation, the Wraith gestures for her to continue leading, falling half a step back, but with both ears tuned on her guide and their surroundings.
“I owe the Eirachi two shrines for her help on the Sea of Glass in Flowerbirth.” No doubt Shaye had heard of the misadventure, and the demigod is curious to hear what someone outside her circle thinks about it, so she rather coyly keeps her statement short and sweet.
