six leagues deep

priv & selective indie wolf of saturn six from warframe played by ciaróg / beetle rules ★ about ★ verses

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harrowingvessel​:

“Oh…” The pressure, while this is a situation entirely of Rell’s own creation, suddenly hits him. Only one question? How is he supposed to pick on such short notice?

Momentarily frozen, his form flickers and he struggles to find his voice. “Mmm…” He hums, calling to mind his donda, then looks up at the Wolf. Considers what he knows. He knows about wolves and packs. He’s seen hunting parties in the Zariman 10-0…

He knows about Grineer–warmongers, but not all bad. He knows about Alad V and the Corpus, the last vestiges of the Orokin elite clinging to their power. And he knows about violence. All the blood and fire of the system is distasteful to Rell, but he’s learned from the Red Veil that it is necessary much of the time.

Aha.

“Why do you fight?” he finally asks.

“Mm...” The Wolf rumbles, squinting at the other man. His expression is an enigma, and it’s not immediately clear if that was the right or the wrong answer. But then the Wolf shifts, resting the head of his hammer on the ground as he decides this conversation might be one worth having. Or at least that the company he’s having it with is agreeable enough.

“To survive,” He answers, and for a moment that seems to be all Rell is going to get from the Wolf, but he shifts again and adds, “To protect the Pack.”

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harrowingvessel​:

“Not a scientist,” Rell counters. And he had been a lab rat. He falters, memories flicking through his mind.

He’s not sure why being curious and saying he’s not there for a fight didn’t put the Wolf at more ease. After running down the possibilities in his head, he thinks perhaps the Warframe is putting him off. Some don’t like to see Harrow so much, after all.

After a pause, the lights in Harrow dim and there’s a flash before Rell’s form appears in front of the Warframe. A child, shaved hair, dark, tired eyes. But not quite solid, a close look reveals that Rell is somewhat translucent, as if a ghost.

“Rell…”

To be honest, the Wolf wasn’t sure what to do when presented with an operator. He was aware of them, of course, but only as confusing and flickering forms in the heat of battle. Never once had he been able to see one so close. To really understand what they are.

It didn’t change his disposition much, but he did recognize the gesture for what it was. Operators weren’t powerless and it never seemed to be possible to actually kill them, but it was clearly meant to be a gesture like a dog rolling over to expose its belly.

“Curious Rell,” The Wolf rumbles, assessing the situation, coming to a decision on how he wants to proceed. While he doesn’t relax completely, he does lower his weapon slightly, and take on the closest thing to a relaxed stance he has around those not in his pack.

“One chance. Ask.”

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harrowingvessel​:

He’s not attacking, which encourages Rell enough to take a small step forward, placing a hand on his chest. “Harrow…” Their voice is soft, distant. Not quite all there.

It’d be hard to say he’s not a Tenno now, because all Warframes are seen as Tenno, so he doesn’t dispute the identification. But he doesn’t like being greeted as one.

“Mmm… Not interested in fighting. Heard about you… Curious.”

Despite this Harrow’s claims, the Wolf’s grip on his hammer doesn’t slack, and his sole red eye continues to keep close watch of the other’s moves. “Curious...?” he echoes, a frown forming beneath his mask. One could be curious and looking for a fight. The two weren’t mutually exclusive, nor was there any indication Harrow’s interest could change.

“Not a lab rat.”

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harrowingvessel​:

@saturnsixwolf

Rell’s heard whispers of the Wolf from the Tenno. The radio lady told stories about him. But in truth, he takes the Tenno’s words with a grain of salt, even now. Palladino and the Red Veil didn’t help much in clarifying anything about the Wolf because they didn’t have much of an opinion. Maybe the Steel Meridian would have more thoughts, being Grineer too. But he can’t exactly call them up right now, running into the Wolf when he’s out by himself.

Rell holds up a hand, tentative. Ready for a fight, but not trying to start one right away.

Since breaking free of Alad V’s influence, the Tenno weren’t of any particular concern to the Wolf. For the most part, they seemed to leave him and his pack alone. A few seemed keen on proving themselves by fighting him, and fewer yet seemed interested in capturing him. While most interactions with them ended with a fight, he didn’t hold it against them. If anything, the Tenno were one of the few who could give him a good fight in the system, and it was always nice to have a little work out from time to time. Still, as a faction, their morals and philosophies varied too wildly to regard meeting one with anything less than skepticism. 

It’s this skepticism that the Wolf greets Rell with when he happens upon the lone Tenno while scouting for resources. Naturally, he’s ready to fight as soon as he lays eyes on them, but he doesn’t attack. Instead, he’s thrown off by the Tenno... holding his hand up? The Wolf braces himself for one of their mysterious attacks, but none comes. Is it a greeting?

“Tenno,” He states, his voice a low growl as he stares down at the warframe.

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ooc. did the bare minimum on my info. all that’s left is the history, which is mostly just summarizing nightwave, and, the hardest part, actually putting the headcanons I have into words.