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But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Saga - 5/18/2026
Saga had never lead anything before in her life, not even, it could be said, herself. She had always been a follower; quiet in Snow Peak, quiet in the Saints, and though she was taking some control of her life, she was still the same quiet little thing she'd always been. Inoffensive, and sweet, and obedient -- all the things that'd gotten her this far in life, and continued to carry her through. Piece by piece, things were turning in her favor like the warming of the breeze on the first warm day of spring. The kids were strong, growing, learning; she and Jaxx had never been closer; her training was coming well, and it'd left her shedding pounds left and right! Even the terrible cold and fissures that'd plagued their land had let up, made way for better days.
All she had to do was bring their daughters home, and things would be right again.
And Saga was tired of waiting.
With the rabbit-skin pouch of herbs hanging around her neck, Saga began headed down the peak towards the borders, tipping her head back and singing out a call for those who were meant to come with her.
And those who wanted to say goodbye.
All she had to do was bring their daughters home, and things would be right again.
And Saga was tired of waiting.
With the rabbit-skin pouch of herbs hanging around her neck, Saga began headed down the peak towards the borders, tipping her head back and singing out a call for those who were meant to come with her.
And those who wanted to say goodbye.
RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Amunet1 - 5/18/2026
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There was an inexplicable pain, a twist in her stomach as the call arose. She hadn't expected it so soon, especially not in her current state, but duty called, and she had already responded to the request several days prior. She bit back a snarl at fate laughing at her expense. Still, she couldn't fault the woman for being eager to find her children. Despite the edge, she felt like she was walking on the dark woman moved silently towards the call that had reached her ears, no matter the case, she must face them both at some point, though at a juncture when business and vulnerability mixed was certainly not her ideal. She wasn't certain if more than those mentioned in passing were going, but perhaps if she stayed close to the woman, there would be no bickering.
Her stomach knotted together as she approached the woman who called. It seemed that at least she had been the first to arrive. She speaks as she steps into the space near the patchwork woman;
Her stomach knotted together as she approached the woman who called. It seemed that at least she had been the first to arrive. She speaks as she steps into the space near the patchwork woman;
I don't suppose we have properly been introduced. Call me Amphora or Neith. Whichever suits you best. Did you have a route in mind? Have we acquired any leads?Despite the hammering of her heart against her ribs, the woman could at least maintain some sort of professionalism. If nothing else, she could wear a hell of a mask when it was necessary. After all, they needed to find the children, the leader and the woman requested that any personal matters could wait. She did, however, warn Jaxxon about Azalea and her children and the desire for him to find them.
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RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Snuh - 5/20/2026
There was no mistake who was howling in the distance, and Snuh what it was for. Saga asked her to join her with others in search for some of her missing children. She wasn't going to let some of her family be separated. It didn't take long for Snuh to reach her sister, and to see that she was with another wolf that was joining in on the search. The wolf was just as big as herself, more proof that Jakten was a pack brimming with strength.
As soon as Snuh reached the two wolves, she smiled at her sister, and then at the new acquaintance. "I don't think we had the pleasure in meeting. I'm Snuh, Saga's sister. I just joined Jakten." After she spoke, she playfully brushed against her smaller sister, excited to both spend time with her sister, as well as getting a chance to get to know more wolves in her new pack.
RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Ezra - 5/21/2026
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It was hard to put eyes on Amunet, yet in the position which Ezra was in and given that their pups were, after all, family, he could hardly object the request. He was also of high ranking, a showing of his loyalty and service to the pack and it certainly helped that Jaxxon was well aware of his travels between Mistveil and Northfall even at an early age. A navigator that would be certain to keep the hunting party on the right track. His grievances towards the Egyptian mystic would have to be pushed aside - further than they had already been pushed, I guess.
As he arrives, his eyes sweep the three women, purposefully quickly as he does so. A silent nod of greeting to Snuh and then he turns to Saga lastly. Bloodied eyes meeting the vibrant red of her own.
Jeg er her for deg.His ears sweeping back, brows knit, his stern expression more so as he readied for the mission.
Where will be our first heading?He would see it that she get there.
RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Abaddon - 5/21/2026
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RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Snuh - 5/23/2026
Snuh watched as more wolves came to join the group. Some she had already met, and some most definitely not. They were all either the same size as her, or very close to that. Jakten was no doubt the strongest pack in the land, and Snuh would be shocked if she found any other pack that could at least equal it. When the others asked about their heading, Snuh stayed quiet, confident in what her sister had planned for their mission.
RE: But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great - Melanthe - 5/24/2026
The howl carried through Mistveil like wind moving through ancient trees, rising over the low clouds and drifting through the mountain valleys below. Melanthe’s ears immediately lifted toward it from where she had been resting near the den Jakten had given her.
Her body had grown heavy now.
Very heavy.
The pups had settled low enough that every movement had become slow and deliberate, her swollen stomach pulling against her once effortless gait. They would come soon—she felt it in the aching weight in her body, in the quiet shifts beneath her ribs, in the instinctive awareness humming somewhere deep inside her.
Still, curiosity pulled at her.
Slowly, Melanthe rose and began making her way toward the gathering.
Mist curled around her long legs as she walked, charcoal-and-gray fur brushing softly against the cold air. Fresh traces of Jakten lingered within her coat now, mingled with mountain air and pine. She still wasn't accustomed to carrying the scent of a pack with her.
Not after so many years alone.
As she approached, yellow-green eyes quietly studied those gathered. Saga and Snuh she knew. The others she did not.
So many wolves. So many voices.
Melanthe slowed slightly at the edge of the gathering, uncertainty flickering across her expression as she quietly watched them greet one another and prepare.
Then her eyes settled on Saga.
Leaving. Traveling. The realization brought an unexpected ache to her chest. For a brief moment, something inside her pulled toward it instinctively—the endless roads, distant mountains, unfamiliar scents carried on changing winds. Traveling had been her life. It had been purpose. Movement had always felt as natural as breathing.
A part of her wanted to follow.
Wanted to walk beside them into distant places and lose herself to wandering paths once again.
But her gaze lowered toward her stomach.
No.
Her children would arrive soon.
She could not run roads anymore.
Not now. Not when the last hope of her people rested beneath her heart.
Quietly Melanthe moved closer toward Saga, taking care not to disturb the gathering too much. Her movements remained hesitant around larger groups, but Saga had become familiar—a rare thing for Melanthe.
As she reached her, her eyes briefly searched the smaller woman's face before lowering again.
Saga...?she asked softly. Her voice almost disappeared beneath the mountain breeze. For a moment she hesitated. Sadet's face surfaced in her thoughts—the grey fur, blue eyes, silent understanding shared between two wandering souls who had spent too much of their lives alone.
Her chest tightened. She did not know whether he had survived. Did not know if death had brought him here as it had somehow brought her. And if she truly stood here with their children still living within her, then perhaps the cycle had ended. Perhaps there had been no rebirth. That the centuries and centuries of war, turmoil and strife against the Wyrm and the Weaver had truly been for nought. Perhaps there would be no more Silent Striders after them.
Melanthe swallowed quietly.
But still, she had hope.
If...Her ears lowered slightly.
If you see a grey wolf with blue eyes during your travels who is named Sadet..She looked down toward her stomach as the pups shifted beneath her.
Please tell him...Her voice softened further.
Tell him I am alive.A small pause. Her paw rested gently against the curve of her belly.
Tell him the children are okay.
For a moment Melanthe simply stood there quietly, eyes fixed on her pups as though imagining someone very far away hearing those words.
If he desires to come with you to see me and the children…please let him.