Meissa bacchus Nomads are said to know their way The captain stood, form tight and calm, eyes sweeping the forest outside of the Imperial Barracks silently. She was not exactly on duty here, though when passing the guard had plead with her to take his place for but a moment so he could run and check on his pregnant wife, who was due any day now. Allegedly, anyhow. She'd never spoken with the man before and would not have been surprised if he was just running home for a quick nap. The woman craned her neck as a noise caught her ear from deeper in the forest. Her eyes flashed to the other guard, who offered little more than a shrug. Narrowed eyes returned to the forest and waited - until finally the other guard appeared from a different direction and sputtered apologies. She flicked an ear and moved, stepping past him with a silent nod before taking off into the woods, searching for the source of the sound. She could only smell soldiers and those of the area, but if there was someone skulking about she was certain she wanted to know who it was and if they were meant to be there or not. by an exact spot in the sky |
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Meissa bacchus Nomads are said to know their way Her paws led her quickly through the brush, carrying her over stone and soil in the direction she had heard movement. Before long, a scent sharpened into focus and she spotted an earthen girl - woman - standing at the ready. Along her spine rose her fur, tickling up into the air in intrinsic response though it lowered slightly as the other's teeth were sheathed. Her steps slowed and she approached carefully, sniffing to take in the other's odor and find a place for it. Heavy with scent of other soldiers, it was clear where her guild position was - and so Meissa calmed, loosening her tightened muscles and scanning over the other. She made some retorts and Meissa withheld the urge to roll her eyes or bare a fang. Rank was not clear but this girl was clearly neither an exceptionally new member of the corps - for she had none of the leggy nerves of a new recruit - nor did the captain recall seeing her about during her own training. In the end, she figured this was a wolf in her second year - a soldier or lieutenant most likely. They were alone in the woodland so it wasn't as if they were required to show proper decorum... but Meissa had plenty of superiors who had a stick up their ass. A inhale informed her of no immediate presences besides the green eyed woman. Perhaps before me,she murmured quietly, eyes set on the soldier, before lifting her voice to standard volume. Heard someone skulking around the Barracks. Did you see anything?While it wasn't exactly against any rules to be lurking, it was potentially suspicious... and made the white-cloaked captain curious. by an exact spot in the sky |
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Meissa bacchus Nomads are said to know their way The captain saw the shift in the other's face and blinked, thinking on it for a mere moment before it was brushed away. The conversation had moved on to business. Captain Meissa Bacchus - it's a pleasure.She gave a slight dip of her head and a short lift of her paw - a salute of sorts - before scanning the grounds the way she'd come. With a toss of her head, she began to walk towards the Barracks, eyes searching the shadows and every so often catching on the ground for prints. After a fair few paces, she froze, eyes sharply drawn to a long, winding streak dug lightly into the earth. Her tail flew up immediately, a sharp sign of warning and alertness, before she took a step to inspect more closely. There was not just one trail but several. As well as deeper, shuffled prints of someone far heavier. A wolf and... snakes?she muttered, trying to catch the scent. There was something here that didn't quite belong, though it was covered by the stench of mud and other plant matter. by an exact spot in the sky |
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the moon will swallow me whole At the comment of chimera, Meissa's ear flicked back around to Xandria and then forward once more. For a moment... No, there were no such thing - not in her life, anyhow. Yet, for a moment she had wondered if perhaps the Lieutenant had actually believed it. It was brushed aside - most Mainlanders she knew held no beliefs in any such fables. So, it was a joke. The woman's lips tweaked in the slightest of a smile and she continued to study the tracks. Her nose led her to the bushes, where she inspected and let out a boof. She returned from them with an old sack in her jaw. The scent of wolf clung to the outside and of snake to the inside. She dropped the sack in a pitiful pile between the two of them. I think the snakes were brought here...Her eyes flashed in the direction of the Barracks and her eyes narrowed. Her nose went back to the sack and she breathed in, trying to pinpoint the scent. It was entirely unfamiliar, though that wasn't surprising as the captain hadn't gathered a mental nose-bank of all too many wolves yet. From the trails, it looks like no more than two snakes were deposited here, perhaps to catch a soldier or two unaware.That meant the snakes were likely venomous. |
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