Private Wild Ones

[Briah Song]

Ashbourne Forest, Roon
Some time ago...​

The forest was dense, its air heavy and thick. The planet of Roon was raw and wild, much like its inhabitants. Auron Song had not thought much to visit such a place had there not been an overwhelming, unignorable hum of power coming from its surface. It was undoubtedly a person, and the sorceror had the mind to investigate. The very existence of the Order by his own hand - by the guidance of The Priestess of Astrum - had demanded that he find suitable members for such. They were at long last to expand and stretch their tendrils into the far corners of the galaxy. After a galactic lifetime in the shadows, visible in many archaic and atavistic incarnations, finally they were entering the galaxy at large, and the Prince of Purgatory himself would be the one to bring it into life.

Roon's forests was unusual, throbbing with a certain ambition about it, and yet wholly underpinned with its own stillness. It gave Auron strange memories of a life now forgotten and dead, and such made him, for a brief moment, melancholy, but his rotting heart had stilled too much for him to dwell on such fantasies anymore. Draped in a rough, hooded robe of black and silver, he was also steaming from the heat, and yet could not persperate. Since his rebirth, his biology had been intensely perplexing. Stepping over branches and rocks, he peered his misted eyes up towards the forested canopy and then onward to the horizon before him. He had to land some distance from his destination, the tribe where his target seemed to reside, for he knew of the primitiveness and technophobia of Roon's people and could not risk fear or, more likely, absolute resistance. Thus he traipsed onward through the Ashbourne Forest in order to reach the Deadstone Hills, upon which had perched the noble tribe of Vilde and his final destination.



Tenith Vilde

 

[Tenith Vilde]

The hesitation to bring technology anywhere near the people of Roon was a good idea - or at least this particular race of people. The clans of the more nomadic people of Roon didn't all dislike technology of course, but the bulk of them did not favor it what so ever. Anything that functioned without a heart, or a soul, should not be trusted by any means. Luckily, despite some distant noise that was chalked up to randomness, the Vilde tribe was none the wiser to their approaching guest.

At least, most of them were oblivious.

Tenith had sensed the approach of something new, something different, and while she of course had never understood this odd capability that she possessed, she had never questioned it either. The things she could do made her unique among her people, and as such had her family in leadership. It was a trait passed through them, though it had skipped the last two generations and therefore landed heavily upon Teni. Whatever the case, she could feel the change around her, could feel the approach of something that did not belong, and in order to not raise suspicion over it she had quietly slipped from the thick of the tribe and into the forest.

Being a native, Tenith knew her way about, and as such it did not take her long to find her way to the source of this disturbance. She was cautious of course, wielding a primitive but deadly looking blade with a thick end and a wicked curve to it. She took a single glance around, making sure there were no more than this strange presence about, and then she sighed deeply in through her nose and out again, but did not move any closer. The Hills were not her favorite place to begin with, so coming to find this stranger here did not sit well with her.

"Why are you here?" she spoke out, her accent thick due to her native tongue, but at least she spoke common words easily enough. "You do not belong." It was a bold statement, but true regardless. This stranger did not belong here on Roon, or anywhere near her people.


Briah Song

 

[Briah Song]

This was she. Auron was certain of it. She seemed to resonate with an undeniable power that Auron found difficult to properly define. It was raw, untapped and most assuredly overflowing. It clearly informed her emotions, which flared under its governance, spitting and smouldering like a young fire. It was most pleasing to Auron, and he let it flow into his own centre, and he in turn returned it, emanating a sense of calm towards her mind.

He pulled back the fuliginous hood of his zeyd-cloth robes to reveal his gaunt, scarred face and misted eyes that confidently and carefully analysed her features. She was young but sported an absolute air of authority, independence and strength. Good, he thought to himself, for he needed those who could withstand the terrible gifts bestowed upon them and not lose themselves in the process.

For a time, Auron said nothing. Instead, his silvery eyes seemed to glow like a moon in the midnight mist, yet most assuredly fixed on her, until at long last the silence was broken by ghoulish tones.
"I have come a long way to find you, young one." Although he was seemingly not much older than her, he had walked the planes of death and seen the Cycles of Urthus repeated into the end of time with his very own eyes, and for that - for better or for worse - he could no longer define himself by mortal measurement.

"I am Auron. You could say I share gifts similar to that of your own. You do know what I refer to, don't you?" He smirked out of the side of his mouth.


Tenith Vilde

 

[Tenith Vilde]

There was a flex of Tenith's hand against the hilt of the weapon when this stranger began to speak to her. She wasn't quite fond of being referenced as 'young one', even if it was relatively true. She was by no means the oldest or most aged member of her clan, but she was of course not the youngest either. Any way it went, this man did not know her, and referencing her as such did not sit well.

However, luckily for them both she did not remain focused on this little blip. She had been just about ready to ask him why he would come in search of her, why he would waste his time, or what could possibly be so important about her to bring such a man here, but he had answered her before she could even get the questions to the tip edge of her tongue.

Surprisingly, his appearance had not frightened her, nor even startled her really. Strange, despite her hostile nature - or perhaps guarded was better suited - Teni actually found herself comforted by the strange appearance. This was of course not stated, nor did her posture change, but something told her he would be able to tell regardless.

"Yes," she answered his inquiry, a simple bob of her head punctuating her response. She was very aware of the gifts she possessed, her lineage was thick in it, despite the last two generations. "How would such things bring you here?" she questioned him in turn. Roon wasn't heavily populated, and it had been some time since they had seen any number of visitors.


Briah Song