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01-02-2017, 06:16 AM
Verro had been on the mainland when she'd spotted two of her family, her mother and one of her younger brothers, moving off in the direction the call had come from. The white raven had waited patiently until they'd strode past before she'd taken off in the air after them, keeping a short distance back so she could better keep a look out.
Lilac orbs settled ahead of the moving unit, toward the gathered masses who'd already beaten them there. She found it strange, if she was honest, some of this land seemed so against the unusual and mystical — especially where divinity was concerned. As a youngster she'd nestled by the fires and listened to the herd members chatter amongst themselves, their shared stories doing a poor job to hide the unease and dislike which poured from their lips.
She on the other hand, was fascinated. Verro flew in close and with a gentleness and grace, landed on the unoccupied antler on her mothers countenance. Her mother had jostled her with a shake of her head, annoyed at her sudden ascension to the rank of 'bird perch' while the vulture to her left squawked until the large white raven parted her beak and uttered "Hello, mai." She wouldn't stay for long, something she and her mother knew too well. Her blessed daughter would hear Kisamoa out and begin whatever task required of them, she wanted to see and know, and while her mother was begrudged by it, she wouldn't stop her eldest.
she slept with wolves without fear.
verro
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force & aggression permitted against Verro at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
