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Uriens Vainglory

The Hunt (Open)

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They arrived well before dawn in trailers and SUVs but soon the sound of horses and hounds rang out across the lake. When first light finally came there were over a dozen, their dress a mixture of modern and times long past depending upon the nature of that particular fae, less flashy were the grooms and hound handlers with jeans and flannel shirts but there was a set of eight or nine that were clearly people of importance. Among them dressed in shades of grey and blue was the Regent of the UnSeelie though today he wore his glamor to hide the unusual coloring of his heritage.

This was the beginning of the logistics for the years wild hunt, a tradition that had fallen out of practice in the Alaska territory but Uriens was attempting to revive it in a desperate attempt to garner some unity among the lesser fae nobles who made their home here. He stood with his peers and the master of hounds who was explain to them the importance of having enough space for the hounds to rally lest they get underfoot of the horses.

Uriens was intent on the explanation when movement out of the corner of his eye caused his head to turn and he spotted something amiss

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It had been about four years now since Mykola had been bitten and found himself in Dawnbreak. It had been a slow adjustment, but the former marine suddenly found himself comfortable there. He wasn't really sure when it had happened. Initially he'd come to town, picked up what was meant to be a fleeting job as a hand on Redford Ranch... and then he'd just never left. 

He wasn't even sure how he'd become a member of the Savage River pack. It had just sort of happened. By the time he noticed...Well, it was said and done. 

It was probably about time he found an actual apartment or house in town, rather than living in the ranch's bachelor pad quarters. Mykola liked the proximity to the animals, though, and that the location gave his malinois Akelia all the room she wanted to roam. It also left him the option of riding whenever he pleased. 

Which was how the werewolf found himself riding up upon a strange sight as he approached Embershard Lake. Mykola eased back on the reigns of the mare he was riding as he took in the rather odd scene that greeted them. There was a small crowd unloading horses, dogs milling about - Mykola had to bark a sharp command at Akelia to keep her in place, and even still she was visibly wiggling. 

For the moment Mykola hovered back and observed, trying to discern exactly what this was. 

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Uriens spotted the man on horseback at distance and his interest caused the others in the party, to include the master of hounds, to turn their heads and look in the same direction.

"Friend of yours my lord?" asked the master of hounds in a form of Welsh that hadn't been heard in regular speech for well over a century or two.

"I recognize neither rider nor mount," the fae Regent said in a matter-of-fact tone that belied his curiosity. He raised his hand in salute to the man acknowledging his presence and seeing if would encourage him to come closer. As he did so he continued to speak to the master of hounds, "Ensure the hounds are ready for night fall Master Rhodri. Our quarry is best sought under the light of the moon."

"As you wish Lord Vainglory."

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For a time after he'd been bitten on that fateful camping trip, Mykola had started to take the 'curiosity killed the cat' phrase to heart. When he'd first found himself in Dawnbreak he'd kept to himself. Avoided doing anything that would draw him out into unwanted trouble. 

But along with that slowly built sense of security had come a tendency to stray more to the latter half of the phrase - where satisfaction 'brought the cat back' so to speak. Mykola glanced down at his dog while rubbing his shoulder. He was always a little wary bringing her around other canines without any kind of initial restraint on either side - mostly for the safety of the other dog. But the animals ahead behaved like hunting dogs which meant there wasn't much a chance of confrontation. 

Mykola finally gave a half shrug to himself and nudged the mare on to come in a little closer to try and figure out what this was. 

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Uriens stepped in the direction of the rider, waving off his entourage so that he did not approach the man in a threatening manner. With long strides of booted feet he closed the distance until he was but fifty feet away. In his guise of glamour Uriens was nothing particularly impressive to look at but the way he carried himself spoke of the authority he bore.

"Hail," he said, his voice carrying across the expanse and echoing off the water. His accent was there but it was a strange garble of Irish and Welsh along with something else that sounded Italian.  "Welcome stranger."

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