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Strigoi hummed as he moved through the brook, water bubbling past his ankles as the tom moved across the stones layering the bottom and gritty sand. His glassy golden eyes stared into the water and the bell adorning the collar around his neck gave a valiant attempt at jingling with his every step. The highlander tabby tom paused in the middle of that brook and watched his reflection as it distorted with the water the reflected it. Now holding the title of high priest and feeling perhaps wrong.
Strigoi was a tom driven by his desire for new experiences and being unconstrained, a wild spirit that did as he pleased, said what he wanted, and let the winds carry them where they may. But now he held such a lofty position in this group; one that he knew he did no believe in. Where he knew barley anyone and had nothing anchoring him down, so why was he here then? Surely if this sense of wrongness was plaguing him he should just leave? But his paws stayed anchored in Brookclan and he wondered if it was the universe trying to tell him his purpose wasn't fulfilled yet.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 21:34:04 GMT -5
He was a wild wind. Unattainable. Untouchable. Unconstrained. He was an immediate member of the most hated family name in all of Brookclan, yet he didn't seem to care. Kellen had let the name "Harlow" roll of his back, yet he kept it tucked away. It was his chaotic treasure.
His warm brown eyes searched the territory for signs of life. It wasn't that he was actually interested in hunting. Boredom simply sometimes got the best of him. His ears pricked with interest as Strigoi's figure entered his view. "Ah, enjoying the weather, I assume." Kellen greeted coolly, a smile on his maw.
Strigoi stopped within the brook, letting the water run by him as his golden eyes turned to Kellen. "A bit hot." He replied as he motioned his head to where he was standing. He would have used his tail had he had one, but seeing as he was born without he made due. "You?" He returned after a moment of silence, knowing that was proper protocol. His ears flicked as he listened for others; wondering if Kellen had been with a patrol.
But after a moment he decided it was just the two of them and his tensed muscles lessened a bit. Strigoi preferred to talk to others one on one rather than in groups.
