Only the wicked are up in the wolf hours.

When all light turns to cold, crisp starlight, or to the chilly shadows of late autumn, few are afoot—at least of all in this land, where a silver blanket of fog lays thick across the uneven ground, the magnificent roots of trees hidden from sight. And with the clouds slipping softly across the moon it is impossible to get any kind of night vision. One moment it could be the bright of day .. and the next, the Edge is plunged into a depthless darkness.

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Mauja was a roamer; he seldom spent two nights in the same place, never returning to some exact location to close his eyes and slip away into dreams (nightmares), never standing still except to eat (and occasionally, brood)—never going anywhere, but always moving, the foam upon a wave's crest. Restless, some might say. Haunted. And in just as many ways that it was true, it was also not the reason—and yet.. it was the reason.

He shook his head to himself, sweeping like the ghost he was through the fogs of his home. His.. home. His first home in the embrace of Helovia's fickle gods, the first home he had lost, and the only he had reclaimed.

He still wasn't sure why. It had just.. happened. He'd come out of curiosity and what he had seen had been so god-damned depressing that he'd said a lot of foul shit and then Arah had been there saying Mauja for president and.. then he'd just sort of gone with it.

And now he was King, again, slipping through a foggy kingdom with a murderous moon-bitch attached to it, and the weight of his past chained to his frosty ankles.

But there were others prowling the night, it seemed—the poor lass who had seemed beside herself with err uncomfortable-ness that day by the Veins, when she had been subjected to the, err... madder sides of himself and d'Artagnan. Either she'd been faking it that time, or she'd grown up since, because there seemed to be more iron in her spine and steel in her muscles. Mauja's head tilted in the dark, recalling very well her desire to remain among the warriors. For a moment she shone in the moonlight, all sleek and deadly curves, and then the darkness veiled her again.

This—this was what he'd been trying to tell Torleik. This was what they had to master, and they would have a defense far better than any fucking wall.

"Boo," came his voice out of the dark as he sidled out of the shadows and into the clearing, brighter than her even in the dimness of the covered moon; in its light, he was a beacon, but without it, even he could hide, if he so wanted to. Again, his head tilted, long forelock sliding off his face in a shimmering cascade. "What evil is afoot in the dark?"

And in the darkness, the corner of his mouth curled up in a small, wicked smile.

[ sounds good, magic and companions are a go, I'll try to not take forever with this lol <3 @[Nyx] 0/3 sorta assuming your app for warrior means Nyx let Mau and Torleik explicitly know she wants to stay on a such ^^ ]

lord, the demands you're making-
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .