Band of Brothers

Coming back from the battle, Riften had a lot on his mind, being torn from the feelings of loving the princess to wondering who the angel was that saved his life. He had also saved a life himself, a young male no older than he was. A terribly haggled old female had been trying to drown his companion. Though Riften did not know the boy's name, he did know they were on the same side, and she was actively trying to destroy him. He acted in the best manner he could and took her out, saving the male. There was now an unspoken bond between the pair as they had to fight more. Riften did not mind making a new friend, especially one who was on Jacob's side. Not that he truly cared about any of that. Politics were not his thing. But fighting for something made him feel good, after the fact. During the battle, he was scared out of his mind, unsure why he was really there to begin with. Did he truly belong there?

When he found his ally, he made his way towards him. Everyone had been celebrating their victories, and had very high hopes that they would be able to defeat the Royalist trash in the coming war. Riften felt the need to want to brag over his conquest of the ill-faced female. "So how are you holding up? You doing alright?"

@Aurelius

art: raven & code: clae

(Bc lazy, all dialogue from Aurelius is in the native tongue)

Even after spending some time assisting Heimdall in locating a healer, he still felt disoriented, still felt like his mind was everywhere but here in this moment. The sting of water in his lungs, and the ache in his chest in head. Emotions were something he struggled with, but all too easily did he let anger and hate sit on top of everything else he was feeling. Others were still piling in, returning from the battle field. How long were they all going to sit and wait to regroup and rally against the royalists? Why did they even come back here? They should have marched right into their camps that they ran to. Why did he himself even stay here? He promised Heimdall that he wouldn't go on his own, but surely that was something even Heimdall would understand being broken.

And so, he sauntered through the crowds, his sights set to the border of the bodies he had to wander through, and off to aberdeen he would March, getting a head start on them all-and just maybe he would catch that big, raggedy bitch all by herself and treat her the same way she did him. It wasn't until a voice would pull him from the mission in his head, an inquiry on his well being since their last encounter. He would continue walking, a deep and jagged breath was drawn in before his chords rolled from his tongue. Ill be doing better when that bitch and her kind are ten feet deep in the Graves we'll dig them. he didn't take a moment to realize what he was saying, and to who. His anger was heavy, and it wasn't being lifted any time soon.

code & art by claerie

Immediately, he could tell by the body language and tone that this male was still angry about the fighting. He was pretty badly banged up and Riften was sure the whole experience was pretty traumatic for him. The male looked to the darker wolf, "Tha mi cinnteach gun tig an cothrom againn,"1 he said to the other. Not that he was going to go looking to make sure the female was dead, but he had seen the negatives of the war. The royalists thought they were better than everyone, but their small band of brothers had proved them wrong. "Co-dhiù rinn thu a-mach e beò, ceart?"2 Riften was worried about his new friend, and rested a paw softly on his shoulder. "Bidh e ceart gu leòr."3 He had to be positive, hoping that his interaction with the other would stop him from doing anything rash, or wild. "Is e m’ ainm Riften, agus tha thu?"4

Translations:
1. I am sure our chance will come,
2. At least you made it out alive, right?
3. It will be alright.
4. My name is Riften, and you are?

@Aurelius

art: raven & code: clae