EyesOfWolf

This set of episodes begins with Velash trying to arrange to have himself added to Faelyn's hunting party. Visiting a high ranking officer in the military, he calls in a favor. The officer, who has some unrevealed history with Velash, grants the favor but advises extreme caution. Velash leaves in a hurry and is a veritable whirlwind as he is packing his belongings. Velash's manservant Tillian is picking up after him and making sure his master is appropriately prepared. In the woods, Isen returns to his people with Nik. He is severely wounded and near collapsing from the pain. He quickly explains about Nik's abilities and then is brought to t

Rienna's eyes opened quickly and she looked at the ceiling for a few moments before moving. Off to her side, Nik was still asleep in the bed, breathing heavily. She stood up slowly, stretching every muscle in her body as she did so. The years she spent out in the wilderness made her aware that it was still about an hour or so before sunrise. She didn't need to look out the window and see the predawn glow to know what time it was. Her clothes from the previous day were sitting in the corner of the small home. Rienna walked to the small chest at the foot the bed. She opened it just wide enough to slide her hand and arm inside. Her fingers prob

"Where are we going?" Nik asked, his head resting limply against Rienna's back. The rhythmic steps of the horse appeared to be making him drowsy. His words were slurred and his body barely moved. "We'll head to my home for now. We can rest there while we decide what to do. I need to help my sister as well," the last part was said softly, more to herself than to her companion. "Do you think she'll be okay?" "She should be fine. She's strong, and the entire thing stinks worse than a three day old carcass." Politics were a dangerous game, but it was a game that Velash knew well. When the two of them talked before splitting up, they both knew

Isen laid there and listened to the woman from another tribe talk. His entire body ached and begged for him to go to sleep, but her words captured his attention so strongly that he wasn't able to sleep. The entire time that she spoke in hushed tones, he did not say a word. He merely watched her and read the reactions in her face as she spoke. When she finished, there was a pause as she waited for him to react. "What you say makes sense." "I am glad that you see things the way that I do. I knew that even if your elders would not listen to reason immediately, you would. You know as well as I do that sometimes the elders drag their feet on the

Tessi was not pleased. From her perch in the trees she had witnessed the entire scene between the city dwellers and her fellow Wilders. At the time, she had contemplated following the boy on her own, but that would have raised too many questions. Circumstances dictated that she return to visit the elders of this tribe. A sudden disappearance on her part would have driven tensions between her people to unacceptable levels. Currently, she was sitting and staring at the fire, listening to the elders prattle on. Their words were not registering in her brain. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things. Her entire presence here was inconseque

The feast brought little comfort and even less happiness to Faelyn. He was surrounded by his men who were seated at a long table in one of several large dining halls in the fortress. Currently, his men were the only people in attendance beyond the servants alternating between carrying in trays of food and pitchers of wine. They were enjoying themselves, and more than half of the members were already so far into their cups that they had lost the ability of coherent speech. The glass in his hand was still over half full from the initial pouring. Tilting it towards him, the torchlight flickered across the surface of the dark liquid. The scent w

Elliena was treated not unkindly as she was led through the castle to the rooms that would serve as her temporary confinement. While her current station in the military guaranteed her a stay out of the cells, the gravity of the crime she was accused of forbade her from being able to wander the halls. Two guards escorted her without laying a hand on her. She offered them no resistance as she walked down halls that were the same to her from when she used to wander them as a child. "Here we are," one of the guards said as he opened up the door and stood to the side to allow Elliena to enter. She stepped through the doorway with barely a glance

It was a good day. The sun was warm for this time of year as it shined down and reflected off of the mailed soldiers. They were moving at an easy pace as they made their way back to the capital of Curand. Sparing a glance over his shoulder, the sight that he saw brought a faint smile to his lips. Faelyn could not accurately put into words how much it pleased him to have Elliena on her horse with her hands tied and having it led by one of his men. The condition she was in helped to augment the image from his point of view. The city was visible ahead of them, and drawing closer every step of the way. Soon they would return with the prisoner an

Never before had the scent of fish been so appealing to Sallista. As she came to the docks, the odor was almost overwhelming, especially combined with the salt in the air. At this hour, there was a fair amount of bustle with crates being loaded onto and off of the small boats that serviced the larger ships anchored in the deeper waters. Most people gave her no attention, but more than one sailor did stop when he managed to get a view at her face underneath the hood. The weathered wooden boards creaked and groaned underneath her feet as she walked down the docks looking for her transport. It wasn't hard to spot her agent. Amongst a group that

As soon as she opened the hidden door at the end of the tunnel she was assaulted by the stench. The city had an odor to it. The romantic would say that it was because the city had a life of its own. It was an unfortunate side effect of a city growing beyond what it could comfortably maintain. Sallista didn't care how you named it – the stench was an abhorred combination of sweat, unwashed bodies, and human waste, and there was no escaping it. On the beach, the ocean helped to wash some of it away and covered it with a salty taste. That was one thing that she had to admit she would not miss from this city. It would be nice to go somewhere tha