The Twilight Tribe
“I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am..."
Her sister's lack of reaction to the ridiculing insults unnerved Carnelian deeply, upsetting her even. But- there she stood unmoving, strong, resilient, the mirror of their father, Jarl Rust. The Jarl of a rivaling tribe is caught in a fit of laughter at the sight of a female arriving at the seasonal tribe meeting. "BAH! You should know that your Jarl should be in attendance, not some scrawny damsel!" The other Jarls snickered at his comment, but Silent Nightmare only stood her ground, and after a few moments of silence from her, she spoke. Her fiery eyes burn through the ravenous Jarl, surprising him into silence.
"I killed him."
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The heavy sense of dread clings to the air as the pack is gathered around the burning burial for their Viscountess. Faisal looks on sorrowfully as his mother, Carnelian, sobs over the death of Silent Nightmare. Her death was peaceful, taken by the gods in her sleep, but the reality was shattering. Faisal's sorrow turned into dread as he began to think about his indisputable future of Jarldom. Cursing his aunt for letting her offspring leave the pack at their own will, leaving her with no respectable heirs. Now it's all fallen upon his shoulders...
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Sparrow's Song trotted across the crumbling edge of the canyon, her shadowy male companion hesitantly shadowing her heels. Crow's Dance's eyes flick nervously from her to the cavernous depths of the canyons, a whine settling in his throat as dirt crumbled beneath his paws. "Why did we have to leave... why did I even agree to leave with you?" his internal concerns now lingered in the air, making Sparrow's Song bite back a chuckle. "Obviously because you're so obsessed with me and can't live a single day without me", her teasing makes the male huff bashfully. "Yeah... whatever, if this doesn't work out, can we just go ba-", his sentence is cut off short as they reach the top of the canyon to the mesmerizing scene of scarce forests. Sparrow's Song's eyes settled on the marker of a grave, a sense of familiarity washing over her body.
"No need. We're home."
Fall Month: 2 
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