hunter or prey // einhar's triumphant return

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    EINHAR

    Was the raucous situation at the border unusual? Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't, but Einhar didn't know seeing that he'd only been here once.


    And counting this time, twice.


    Einhar wasn't alone again this time, either, and a hound of some sort, bound with thick vine ropes that didn't prevent him from struggling, was with him. The mutated creature was missing a wing because Einhar did not want him to try and fly off without him again and his mouth was also tied shut so that Einhar wouldn't receive any more nasty bites when his back was turned. Truly, Einhar had tried to be nice to him, but he had only spat his generosity and kindness back at him and Einhar wasn't much of a person for scorning his own safety and wellbeing. After all, Einhar worked with dangerous beasts all the time and Einhar would be cold in the ground a long time ago if he was too forgiving and threw caution into the four winds.


    "Silly beast, you are going to embarrass Einhar if you keep making all that noise," Einhar grumbled towards his captive. The hound would lash his tail against the brush, broken courtesy of another one of Einhar's lessons, and Einhar frowned as he went over, stomping down on the tail again as the vines that bound him then tied the tail still. Einhar was pleased that the hound was truly well hog-tied at this point and could make no noise except for muffled growls.


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    Einhar was a strange soul it was hard to forget a man who'd both insinuated she was a pet and asked Night for permission to breed her with another canine. As funny as it was in hindsight it'd been a very odd encounter, he was a character for sure. The Shaderunner was mulling her way around the pines, a rabbit dangling in her jaws when she spotted the form of the large skulled lion making his way around, she'd practically gawk as she caught sight of the dog he was stringing behind him. A prisoner, but they didn't smell of another clan... What in the world was he doing?


    She'd drop the rabbit, and make her way over. She could retrieve it after she handled whatever this was, the Veil though once an Anti-Clan didn't seem like they'd condone the capture of unwillful loners. But she wasn't about to spit and snap at him for something he was doing, she had no reason to and to be fair she didn't really feel like it. She was just curious as to why he brought and bound him all the way here rather than dispatching him elsewhere. ”Einhar. You know welcome back gifts aren't supposed to be given by the person actually coming back” she'd muse with a chuckle, eyes resting on him before going to the canine. She'd gesture towards them with one of her paws ”So.. What'd you bring him here for? Whats the occasion?” murder parties weren't exactly the Veils thing right now.

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    The thick green vines that wound around the canine startled him, the effective muzzle and missing wing nearly knocking his own metaphorical mask off. It wasn't a sight he had seen... well, ever, technically. Captives were hardly ever taken, especially to this capacity and effort. It worried him slightly that he couldn't yet grasp a scent on the mangled creature. Using his powers, the boy masked his own overwhelming thoughts and emotions, approaching slightly behind Ver. He didn't care for and resented the canine, but somehow appreciated that she aimed to diffuse the situation more than anything.


    "This is..." his voice was hollow, yellow eyes flitting from lion to dog, and to lion again, "Interesting," he finished, not bothering with any sort of input otherwise.