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So the aroma of the nearby bakeries opening their doors and wafting fumes of fresh bread, scones, pastries, and whatever else they’d concocted in the early morning hours lured and enticed too. The Warden followed the streamlined path of others doing much the same, figuring he’d snag a few things for himself, his family, and anyone else lingering around the barracks (his next stop) that hadn’t partaken in their meals yet. Nodding along to several passersby, he joined the queue, already out the door, tall stature well above most of his citizens, sharp eyes flickering in different directions, watchful, heedful, at all times.]]>
So the aroma of the nearby bakeries opening their doors and wafting fumes of fresh bread, scones, pastries, and whatever else they’d concocted in the early morning hours lured and enticed too. The Warden followed the streamlined path of others doing much the same, figuring he’d snag a few things for himself, his family, and anyone else lingering around the barracks (his next stop) that hadn’t partaken in their meals yet. Nodding along to several passersby, he joined the queue, already out the door, tall stature well above most of his citizens, sharp eyes flickering in different directions, watchful, heedful, at all times.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13009 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 13:23:06 -0600 Erebos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13009
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. [say]“Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!”[/say] If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. [say]“What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”[/say]]]>
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. [say]“Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!”[/say] If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. [say]“What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12954 Wed, 01 Jul 2026 11:30:40 -0600 Deimos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12954
Though Halo always held its fixture of cold, something still seemed…off. Perhaps it was difficult to place amongst and amidst their portion of horizon, but by now they would usually have portions of mud from melted snow or periods where the built up powder slid off of roofs and into the pathways. As he walked, checking in on the masses of citizens he’d sworn to protect, none of those such things appeared. Maybe it was a slower waking for spring. Maybe it was something else.

He sighed and let that thought drift, beginning to wind his way towards the Barracks to ensure duties were taken care of – Belial flying above and unfurling his wings, loud hoots of obnoxious parallels, while Zuriel forged along beside him, silent and contemplative, mirror images of one another as they took their normal trails towards training and instruction.]]>
Though Halo always held its fixture of cold, something still seemed…off. Perhaps it was difficult to place amongst and amidst their portion of horizon, but by now they would usually have portions of mud from melted snow or periods where the built up powder slid off of roofs and into the pathways. As he walked, checking in on the masses of citizens he’d sworn to protect, none of those such things appeared. Maybe it was a slower waking for spring. Maybe it was something else.

He sighed and let that thought drift, beginning to wind his way towards the Barracks to ensure duties were taken care of – Belial flying above and unfurling his wings, loud hoots of obnoxious parallels, while Zuriel forged along beside him, silent and contemplative, mirror images of one another as they took their normal trails towards training and instruction.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12605 Thu, 05 Mar 2026 15:13:54 -0700 Erebos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12605
So much so that the moment they touched down outside of the Ignatius homestead, the youth was bounding on his long, lanky limbs to the door and opening it well before his father had a chance to take a singular breath. There might’ve been some response coming thereafter, but the boy wouldn’t have heard it, snagging at his frost fox in both hands and leaping through the aperture. [say]“Mom! Mom!”[/say] He announced, hands already full of the creature, who’d seemingly settled in well to the thought of being bonded to a tiny human (at least enough to settle into the kid’s arms, no matter the sudden speed). [say]“Guess what I got!”[/say]]]>
So much so that the moment they touched down outside of the Ignatius homestead, the youth was bounding on his long, lanky limbs to the door and opening it well before his father had a chance to take a singular breath. There might’ve been some response coming thereafter, but the boy wouldn’t have heard it, snagging at his frost fox in both hands and leaping through the aperture. [say]“Mom! Mom!”[/say] He announced, hands already full of the creature, who’d seemingly settled in well to the thought of being bonded to a tiny human (at least enough to settle into the kid’s arms, no matter the sudden speed). [say]“Guess what I got!”[/say]]]>