12-13-2016, 10:57 PM
Ruan
He was late to arrive, and had not even intended on coming. The sight of his mate in her winter-white fur coat pulled to him like a form of gravity. The piece of her soul that was lodged within him flared to bright light the closer he came to her, like a homing beacon to his other half. Glacial blue eyes lit on her, then slid across the others she addressed in cool indifference. Magnus was the only other he recognized, and earned a nod of mutual respect to the almost-acquaintance. Another, the painted woman, he knew by scent alone; had sensed it lingering on Reagan and his daughter's coats.
Ruan stepped into place at Reagan's side, now returned to her soft gray coat of horse, and surveyed the others in his steady quiet. He could feel the power radiating from her, pulsing through to his core like a bass beat.
Muscles beneath his white shoulders flexed uselessly, stretching against the itchy, scabbed surface of dried blood where his wings had been violently torn from his flesh and bones. Diplomacy was Reagan's forte, and he, only her complement. She was the mind, the working gears and cogs. The power. While he was the steady heartbeat, the blood that kept it all flowing to each undefined border of the territory. Their Taiga was home to the pack, the intricately branching family. But it was not for the weak. Each and every member was expected to pull their weight, play their part; protect the Taiga and those within as fiercely as he and Reagan would. Tend to them as though they were their own family. Because in the Taiga.. They were.
His injuries were blatant billboards to the dangers of the world, though he doubted any currently present required any reminders, a bloody, blackened red against pale skin and purpled spots. Blue eyes stared blandly from his black face, wondering why Reagan had taken an interest in this gathering. He did not even consider questioning her. Reagan always had her reasons. And so he was merely here to be present, to see the faces she saw, and to return to their hunt once she had satisfied her curiosities.
Ruan stepped into place at Reagan's side, now returned to her soft gray coat of horse, and surveyed the others in his steady quiet. He could feel the power radiating from her, pulsing through to his core like a bass beat.
Muscles beneath his white shoulders flexed uselessly, stretching against the itchy, scabbed surface of dried blood where his wings had been violently torn from his flesh and bones. Diplomacy was Reagan's forte, and he, only her complement. She was the mind, the working gears and cogs. The power. While he was the steady heartbeat, the blood that kept it all flowing to each undefined border of the territory. Their Taiga was home to the pack, the intricately branching family. But it was not for the weak. Each and every member was expected to pull their weight, play their part; protect the Taiga and those within as fiercely as he and Reagan would. Tend to them as though they were their own family. Because in the Taiga.. They were.
His injuries were blatant billboards to the dangers of the world, though he doubted any currently present required any reminders, a bloody, blackened red against pale skin and purpled spots. Blue eyes stared blandly from his black face, wondering why Reagan had taken an interest in this gathering. He did not even consider questioning her. Reagan always had her reasons. And so he was merely here to be present, to see the faces she saw, and to return to their hunt once she had satisfied her curiosities.
ooc: joins Reagan, nods to Magnus, knows Nayl only by scent. Says nothing and just sorta chills
tried to keep it nice and short for you guys, he just wanted to show face in case he runs into anyone at another time they wont be complete and total strangers hehe
