Macaria could not tell still whether it was one varg or two... Or if there was none, but whatever the case, one of the wolf forms before her spoke to her, soft vocals reassuring her that there was no chance that they would cross without permission. One moved to the other side of her, so that a stranger was on either side, yet only elevated lyricals swam into her auds and reached into her muddled brain. Was she hungry? Of course she was hungry. Blandly, Macaria nodded her head and shut her lids, trying to stop the spinning, the swirling world that her vision was capturing. "Alaska... Ingested me... Coney she caught... I ate and... But a while... Have not caught... Empty..." Even in the haze of her high, Macaria could tell that she was not making sense. That true sentences were not falling from her lips, but fragments of thoughts strung together in the wrong order. Inhaling deeply she squeezed her lips tightly together and pushed out a single word. "Yes."
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Roheryn:
He had been gone for a long while now. Promises had been given that Abendrot would be a home to him, that he would be taught to be a warrior - strong, swift, and independent. But never had any offered to be his teacher, mentor, or friend, and so the pup had grown up on the scraps of his overlords, learning by sneaking around and spying only. And, once it was nice and quiet, he had snuck away so that they could never force him to do anything. Roheryn wanted to live life at the pace that he wanted, in the way that he wanted. Rules were so boring, so bothersome... Why live under such strict circumstances if there was no need to? And so adventurous, stubborn Roheryn had left to explore the wide world, full of excitement.
Only it wasn't what he thought it would be.
Roheryn had quickly learned that wolves were not built to be loners. Apparently, being in a pack had its perks. It provided you with a database of knowledge - how to hunt, how to fight, how to socialize, how to survive. But Roheryn had been robbed of most of that - all he had to rely on was the small amount of his time spent in Saw Tooth instead. So when he was out on his own, he suddenly found himself starving - in the pack he had been a scavenger, sure, but there had been leftovers a plenty for him to steal. On his own, he had nearly starved. But then he had joined another pack... One that was thought he was a poor, lost soul. There, he was nursed back to health, and was adopted by a femme who spoiled him completely. He grew into an adult, but never really matured, and once the pack realized how useless he was, they kicked him out as soon as his adoptive mother died. He had lived the good life too long, however, and wanted to avoid being a loner at all costs. He wandered until he picked up a trail he recognized - the one he had taken out of Abendrot. It had been months... Years... Since he had left... But the scent he knew. But it was intertwined with another scent he knew... He picked up his pace and gasped when the large, adult version of his sister came into his view.
"Macaria?"
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Macaria:
The eboness turned and saw her brother walking toward her... But he wasn't real, he couldn't be real could he? Roheryn was gone... He had left Abendrot - everyone had already told her that. Who, then was this? The only true explanation was that he was a figment of her imagination. Pumpkins swirled back to the twins. "Yes... Food?"
||Macaria||Female||Saw Tooth Slave of Abendrot||Adult||Channing x Henadin|| |