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June Y13
Summer
With the last of the rainfall seeming to have swept across the peninsula, summer days await! The days are warm, though comfortable, and peeter off into more mild evenings while the humidity remains low. It is the perfect inbetween until things transition towards more sweltering temperatures, so best enjoy it while it is here.
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❄ a beggar's bite
11-28-2021, 03:09 AM
A dull descension as he strolled through the cave leading to the open rolls of orange-hued roadway. A brilliant chill gusting through as he braved the billowing and bruising gust. There was no better creature suited for the cold than the Drüskelle and he relished into this land that the Rike's had found them in. A perfect place that allowed them to set their camp up and gain information from. A land where no one would see them coming as there were no frequent visitors that came up so far as here. While he had run from his family before, he had found a new one that embraced him as much one of their own as they could. A family worth being a part of that didn't throw him away but instead saw his values. After all, Drüskelle had a lot to offer the men and women of the Rike -- all they had to do was ask.
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11-28-2021, 03:27 AM
Mórekr
we keep all the hurt you never know
Beneath prying eyes, there is little freedom to be had in actuality. Luxuries differed from Rike to Rike, yet Mórekr's particular interests were one that he keeps lurking well below sea waters. Not often could one brave a storm to bare witness to the dark calm underneath. Nostrils flare, lips parting to taste the air greedily. It is often that the Rike disperse from each other, never far enough that they'd be without support, but never one to cling desperately to each other. Common as he does, the curly haired beast tests for them fir an entirely different purposes. Avoidance of his own clan would be seen taboo. Yet, the coast is clear and he seeks patience no longer.
Mórekr strides forth a hurried pace, greedily shoving shoulder into a much broader one. A rumbled purr sounds off in his throat as he curls his muzzle underneath @Drüskelle 's chin. "I have missed having you all to my own." His tone low and private — poison yet sweet.
With the Jarl and his section arriving before Mórekr and co, he'd been spoiled to bask in the colossal's attention frequently. Since their arrival? Not so much, and he is quite starved of me time.
11-28-2021, 03:38 AM
A deep rumble could be heard within his chest as his frequent flyer danglers himself in front of clear vision. A wordless exhale of air escaping a tight mouth as he otherwise breathes in the scent of a stolen fantasy. Primitive and drawn, as rolls as upper canines against @mórekr's left shoulder, breathing in the scent of a man that he couldn't publicly share. A few stolen moments that made him feel feral with the need to delight and fall prey to. Will I have you this hour? he asked, murmured in dark tones as he pushed his body against the Rike's, forcing their bodies to be ever closer together as he dared to entwine himself so darkly within the other's space. With the family seemingly always around the corner it was difficult to get even a second alone with his king and so he was desperate for even the slightest and smallest amount of a moment. Unflinching to his desires that they might melt into each other even if just for a dreamy second.
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