The Hound of Keldabe
Strider tensed as the wolf reached for his boot blade. It was a combat reflex for the old man, wasn't that he did not trust [member="Preliat Mantis"], but the savage warrior was highly unstable and mentally in indescribable hell. When he placed the blade on the table before him and walked away with his final words, the old man had a gut wrenching feeling this could be the last time he set eyes on the Wolf. "Jate ret' vod!" He would whisper in his wake. He put a hand on the dagger, he had a heart to remove it from the table but instead just kept it there in sight.
The hound would refocus from the leaving wolf towards the amazon, [member="Basaba Willamina"] . She nodded towards him and he returned in kind with a friendly smile. This party was shaping up proper, friends and family moving in by the scores.
Strider looked at the new soldier, [member="Krenis Skirata"] , hovering about the table, anxious to figure proper seating like the new kid on the block trying to find his way. The old man grinned and pointed to the seat to his left "Come vod! Sit by me" He would gently command, there was no formal seating process for this was a table of friends and family and all were equal. Plus, with the new soldier at his side he could use the chance to get to know him better.
Strider would look towards his son, [member="Aden Dral"] and his young 'friend' [member="Mesh'la Hokan"] . "Yes, yes she did bring pie" he would smile. "Mesh'la! My home is your home, Vor entye!"
His daughter, [member="Satine D'ulin"] , and grandchildren had entered. The old man lit up like a Christmas tree and rose from his chair, looked over at Krenis with a apologetic look "I will be right back, vod!"
With a few steps he glided across the floor and and knelt down to his knees. he could feel his joints disagreeing with such action but the mission at hand was worth every ounce of pain. He gripped both his grandkids in a backbreaking embrace of pure love. The two would squirm but he held them long before letting them loose. He would rise to his feet and give his daughter a fatherly embrace, gently and a kiss on the forehead. "Welcome home!"
[member="Anija Betna"] and her young daughter entered. Now that was a sight to be had. Clan Betna and Garons have had been on thin ice this last year. It warmed his heart to see them show up, this was a grand start to repairing relations especially with the forecast of hard times coming for the mando'ade. The only way for their people and clans to survive will be to unite, set aside differences and work in collaboration for their preservation and, Strider looked at the child, the future of all of them.
Strider would move towards her, extending his arm for a traditional hand shake but half way moved it towards a hug instead. "Thank you for accepting my invite. You and your clan are welcomed here" He declared and then gazing upon her daughter. It had been ages since he laid eyes on her, a spitting image of her mother and as beautiful as ever. She had seen dark times, If strider did not know before hand, such could be seen in the way she held herself. Seemed warriors were getting younger by the years. "You make sure your mother stays to a five drink minimum" He smiled in jest "Heard she was a party animal in the day!"
[member="Conner Garon"]
The hound would refocus from the leaving wolf towards the amazon, [member="Basaba Willamina"] . She nodded towards him and he returned in kind with a friendly smile. This party was shaping up proper, friends and family moving in by the scores.
Strider looked at the new soldier, [member="Krenis Skirata"] , hovering about the table, anxious to figure proper seating like the new kid on the block trying to find his way. The old man grinned and pointed to the seat to his left "Come vod! Sit by me" He would gently command, there was no formal seating process for this was a table of friends and family and all were equal. Plus, with the new soldier at his side he could use the chance to get to know him better.
Strider would look towards his son, [member="Aden Dral"] and his young 'friend' [member="Mesh'la Hokan"] . "Yes, yes she did bring pie" he would smile. "Mesh'la! My home is your home, Vor entye!"
His daughter, [member="Satine D'ulin"] , and grandchildren had entered. The old man lit up like a Christmas tree and rose from his chair, looked over at Krenis with a apologetic look "I will be right back, vod!"
With a few steps he glided across the floor and and knelt down to his knees. he could feel his joints disagreeing with such action but the mission at hand was worth every ounce of pain. He gripped both his grandkids in a backbreaking embrace of pure love. The two would squirm but he held them long before letting them loose. He would rise to his feet and give his daughter a fatherly embrace, gently and a kiss on the forehead. "Welcome home!"
[member="Anija Betna"] and her young daughter entered. Now that was a sight to be had. Clan Betna and Garons have had been on thin ice this last year. It warmed his heart to see them show up, this was a grand start to repairing relations especially with the forecast of hard times coming for the mando'ade. The only way for their people and clans to survive will be to unite, set aside differences and work in collaboration for their preservation and, Strider looked at the child, the future of all of them.
Strider would move towards her, extending his arm for a traditional hand shake but half way moved it towards a hug instead. "Thank you for accepting my invite. You and your clan are welcomed here" He declared and then gazing upon her daughter. It had been ages since he laid eyes on her, a spitting image of her mother and as beautiful as ever. She had seen dark times, If strider did not know before hand, such could be seen in the way she held herself. Seemed warriors were getting younger by the years. "You make sure your mother stays to a five drink minimum" He smiled in jest "Heard she was a party animal in the day!"
[member="Conner Garon"]