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Bran looked at her, when he sat down. *well there are going to be meetings about whether or not to make our excistence known* "you are to take my place in these meetings as the inforcer and as an alpha now you can take my place."

Bran just shook his head to that, "alright well robin I need to speak with you in private about something then I need you and mark to come with me after I get done with that I need to see if the rumors are true about him." Mark straightened at the sound of his name, nodding to that.

No it's fine

By morning, Mark's eyes snapped open. Getting to his feet quietly, he got out of the tent. His bare feet not making a sound against the hard ground, swallowing slightly before his eyes caught the sight of Bran the marrock. Quickly making his eyes go to the ground, Bran smiled "seems like you know what to do in the presence of the main alpha Mark though I'll have to see you and my daughter alone in a few moments for now I need to speak to her." Mark lifted his arm and pointed toward the tent he had just been in moments before.

Mark looked at the tent, before sighing walking in himself. Grabbing an extra blanket setting it down on the ground, he laid down on it closing his eyes he fell asleep in a few minutes. There was now a scar over his left eye, because of the silver pocket knife that Luke had used on him.

Duruz growled out a curse, to any of the servants that got to close to him. Being the last of his tribe in blood and flesh. Made it hard for him for anyone to get through the outer shell of the walls he had put up, strapping on the old fur and leather he had come here in. The two orcish blades were sitting on the table, grabbing one of the blades by the hilt. Seeing if they had overbalanced the blade, spinning it around in his hand, feeling the familiar rough leather of the hilt in his hand was reassuring to him. The blade wasn't over balanced, nodding to that he ran his fingers along the edge of the blade. Feeling the familiar sting, it was sharp a breath escaped past his lips as he set the blade back down with the other one. Nothing was the same like it was out in the wilds, they were more dangerous you had to fight and no warning would come that's why it would be hard to survive without the experience. Shaking the thought away, no time to dwell on what was the past. He grabbed a small knife that was sitting on the table, looking at the long hair he hadn't cut before he was brought here. Grabbing a handful, cutting off the hair that would get in his face. To where it was a short cut, the size and skin tone alone would make him out as an Orc no one would mistake him as nothing else. A few scars from past fights in the wilds, covered his arms and a bit of his face. Strapping on the rest of the leather, along with the lone metal shoulder guard. He was ready for what was to come, whatever they through at him he would make sure to survive to see another day. The days he lived weren't given, always another day meant you survived another night. Waiting for that gate to raise, it was like waiting for a wolf to be unleashed to allow it to go after it's prey.

Duruz 19 or so he stopped counting after awhile  Duruz was only a kid when his tribe and several others were raided, many thought it was a battle. He knew better, it was a slaughter no one was ready for the attack they thought they had peace. Duruz had only made it out, because he had been out cold and they thought he was dead. He had been out in the wilds for ten years honing whatever skills he could and surviving whatever was thrown at him.

Thedas opened his eyes when he heard lauralye's voice. "Lauralye....." It was a pained whisper, "don't lie to me about dying." He coughed, looking toward the men that were cutting down panicking demons to get to him before he looked back to her. He gave her a pained smile, "I never doubted that you would be waiting.....father my father.....hades is my father who would have guessed." His voice was a pained and quiet.

Thedas was flying over the ranks of the demon army, dropping down in front of Lucien. Wings folding back into his back, as he stared at the demon in front of him. Before there swords clashed, he twisted to the right when the demons blade passed to close to thedas's head. He kept moving, it was a deadly dance of swords clashing blocking. Yells and screams surrounded them, before he put his blade into the demons chest he smiled at him. Sweat covered his face, before he saw a smirk on Lucien's face. Looking down to find a sword in his stomach both collapsed to the ground. Gasping for breath, thedas's groaned in pain knowing he wouldn't survive this.

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