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Post by Relairah on Apr 27, 2012 11:56:57 GMT -6
She was silent for a moment after his response to her comment about Graal. Okay, granted, she didn't know Graal. Perhaps she had spoken too soon. But even so. Family shouldn't hate family. It just wasn't right. Even if a certain family member is estranged, or put out. There shouldn't be any hatred. And if true change is seen... a welcome home should always be available. From what Cercius had said... it didn't seem like Graal had any of the above on his agenda for his brother.
Still, she heard the meaning behind the way Cercius described Graal. Almost with a certain respect. He was supposed to have protected someone dear to Graal. But she was certain there was more to the story. Certainly, Graal must understand that these things happen. It wasn't like Cercius just handed over Graal's blood brother to be murdered? Was it? From what she had seen so far.. it just couldn't be. He truly seemed remorseful.
Her silence continued after her question as he referred to a far off childhood. A feeling she was not so unfamiliar with. "Yea... I miss parts of my childhood as well," she said in sympathy. But there was no going back, no matter where they were now. As for her question, she had meant it to further drive that Graal's hatred was unjustified. How could he really understand the trials of a Vulfen... especially since he wasn't one? But since Cercius had explained more of the story... she kept such a comment in her thoughts.
Suddenly, she had an idea, and she reached out, attempting to grasp Cercius' hand and would run forward, leading him into the tree line. "C'mon, let's get out of here." She had a curiosity. She wondered if it were possible for Cercius to learn to control himself more. It was still a part of him, she reasoned. But before they got to that... perhaps a little fun was in order. He seemed like a nice guy - though with no self-confidence perhaps. Self-loathing was never good, by her book, anyway.
Roenna would look back at him, smiling, and say, "Let's hunt..." She could go for a good run of adrenaline, pumping of her muscles. He didn't have to change. The hunt could be just as exhilarating in whichever form.
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Post by cptkickercutleg on May 24, 2012 8:01:10 GMT -6
"Yeah... I miss parts of my childhood as well..." Cercius nods slightly, unsure of what could she have possibly lost. "Friends? Family? A home? A life?" he thinks, his heart sinking at the thought of her having to suffer through that, and he pauses in silent thought beside her as he slowed his pace further. Suddenly, with a jerk of his hand, she tugged him forward, leading him towards the tree line. "C'mon, let's get out of here. For a moment, he thought of resisting her pull, but the tug was insistent, and he needed company more than he needed solitude, and inside, he realises: What he needs is a friend.
"Let's hunt..." "Let's."
So he runs with her for a while, his pack shuffling quietly on his back as the fur padding from his numerous meals stops his tools and weapons from rattling or banging together, kept them quiet as his bare feet unerringly went to the more padded moss, or smooth rocks, keeping away from the sharp brambles that gave the fragrance of blackberries to the salty sea air as they rushed into the forest and behind her blue and silver hair, the sweet scent of forest mingling with own.
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Post by Relairah on May 29, 2012 23:23:14 GMT -6
She was content to remain in human form, for now. She had a feeling, based on what they had talked about before, that he might not be so eager to change. She was fine with that. Also, she didn't want to be a source of pain for him. Just the opposite, in fact.
She was enjoying the feel of everything around them, the noise, the forest. Soon, she slowed, becoming aware of movement nearby. A herd of elk.. perfect. Such a catch would not be difficult for either of them on their own... together it would be as easy as breathing - well perhaps. She scanned the herd, part of her wanting to jump in the middle and watch them scramble for the fun of it. But she knew that would also potentially lose a catch. So instead, she glanced at Cercius briefly before she eyed one straying a bit far from the herd.
Slipping one of her daggers into her hand, she slipped forward, her movements smooth and well-practiced. She was careful not to make a noise, and soon she was within close enough range and she sprang with strength and speed, the elk freezing for only a moment before it started a leap forward. But she had anticipated that and was there. With a strong slash of her blade she brought the animal down, its life's liquid spilling from its throat. She grinned at her success, looking around to find Cercius.
OoC: If you want me to make it go differently I can xD
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Jun 25, 2012 8:21:47 GMT -6
(( Now why would I want that? )) He watched her as she ran, and he was pretty sure she was probably regretting bringing him along, but it had been so long since he'd seen another Vulfen, so long since he'd seen a human that didn't want to kill him, that he was fascinated by her... Her long stride setting a pace that was making his toned legs ache to keep up with her, but he knew she was enjoying herself,
"Enjoying my company?" he mused, smiling slightly at the ridiculous thought. "You're staring..."Cercius jerks to a silent halt just moments before Roenna slows, and blinks, shaking his head and muttering."Get out! Not now!" he mutters, barely perceptible. Roenna carefully scans a small clearing ahead of them, and Cercius inwardly berates himself for not having seen them beforehand as Roenna shoots him an odd look."Did she notice me muttering!?" "Ooooh, I hope she did...""Shut up!" He shakes his head again, more violently this time, as if to dislodge something from his head, but when he opens his eyes, there is a squeal of fear from the elk, and thundering hooves as they scatter in panic. But two of them don't run.
Roenna had leapt out and killed the weakest of them, an outcast or something similar he was sure, but the alpha male hadn't run, and was advancing on her, head down and antlers ready. "Time to act, isn't it?" the voice whispers in his head as he clenches his fists. "Es temp..." he mutters, bounding forwards, taking the antlers in his hand and pushing the elk back and away from Roenna, struggling for a moment before twisting the antlers and breaking the male's neck with a sickening crunch, letting it go and fall to the ground as he sighs. "I apologise for my tardiness, I was... Distracted..." he says quietly, nodding to her with a slight bow.
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Post by Relairah on Jul 1, 2012 23:04:00 GMT -6
OoC: I dunno *shrug* XD Also, sorry for late response.. I didn't realize you had replied <<
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In truth, Roenna hadn't really been paying as much to Cercius since she had been focusing on the elk, and when she glanced at Cercius, it had only been to verify he was still with her, and also curious to how he might join her in catching their prey.
When she looked around for him after her kill, she heard a noise and turned sharply, just in time to see the buck falling limp by Cercius' hands. She couldn't help a light grin and a shake of her head. It seemed they certainly had different hunting styles. His was more brute force. Hers was more stealthy. Either way, it got the job done. No use wasting the meat either. Preserving it correctly would make it last a while.
"No worries," she responded to him, grasping her kill securely. "Will you help me preserve whatever we don't use?" she asked him.
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Jul 5, 2012 2:12:08 GMT -6
Cercius smiles as Roenna secures her grip on the elk which she had killed. "Understand that usually, we employ similar tactics, but I'd hate to see you gored on an elk's antlers, and he was about to try it." he says, crouching down and drawing a short, nicked knife from his sleeve. "I'll leave this to the scavengers today. There's no need to take it all for ourselves." He drives the knife into the elk's body, sawing upwards through from the belly to the chest, letting entrails fall out and steam on the cool ground. "Slenir tan, liira, voh es tag oh putnar temp, mais vosh joor es ou Fenris en Tor temp noir." (( "Sleep tight, prey animal, you are food for hunters now, but your spirit is with Fenris and Tor tonight." )) He intones, making several slits along the animal's body, before standing straight, bowing with his fists together, and turning to Roenna. "I will help you preserve what you do not use from your kill, Drappa."
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Post by Relairah on Jul 9, 2012 22:44:13 GMT -6
Roenna grinned at Cercius' comment about being gored on an elk's antlers... "Well thanks for coming to my rescue," she told him with a small laugh. She wondered if he thought she really might've died... not likely, she thought to herself but it wasn't too important since the scenario had turned out differently anyway.
She turned back to her kill and her ear twitched slightly as she listened to what Cercius said next... she observed him in silence, gaining a new respect for him. She had often heard of some hunters who respected their prey, but had never seen it. As such, she had never done so... not really knowing any different. Once he was done, she couldn't help bowing her head in turn, whispering, "Vosh joor slenir..." ((Your spirit sleep I think DX *still figuring it out*)). Cercius was speaking to her again and she met his gaze, a smile coming to her lips. "Thank you..."
She was ravenous... but in light of the recent event she didn't want to seem barbaric... she began slicing pieces of meat with her own blade and chewing them, eating her fill before beginning the preservation process. As she did so, she stated, "I've never seen someone bless the prey's soul after a hunt..." She paused, "I suppose it's somewhat foreign to me..."
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Jul 13, 2012 3:57:45 GMT -6
Cercius grins back at Roenna. "Well thanks for coming to my rescue." "I forget she is Vulfen, a human would have died, but not her..." he thinks, shrugging in a way that said "it's nothing" before he turned to pay his respects.
"Vosh joor slenir..." (( That's correct by the way ^_^ although maybe a better wording would be "Slenir vosh joor" which would be "rest your spirit" )) Her words bring a faint smile to Cercius' face as he turns back to her, saying "I will help you preserve what you do not use from your kill, Drappa." as he wipes his knife clean on the grassy ground. "Thank you..." "You need not thank me, it is truly my pleasure." Cercius says with a nod as he kneels next to Roenna, cutting away the tough hide with practiced ease.
"I've never seen someone bless the prey's soul after a hunt..." She says, glancing at him. "I suppose it's somewhat foreign to me..." Cercius smiles, talking as he cuts away the skin so that it is a cleaner and easier cut for Roenna. "I suppose it would be, I'm sure I've never met one who still says the old prayers after a kill, even Graal. In truth, my mother taught them to me, even though she was on the pack periphery, because she heard so much of what was said and understood everybody so well, she learned them from Graals grandfather, who was in turn a great-grandson of the famous Vulf, Brother, companion to my namesake, who traveled from the Otonami Vulf-pack in the Forgotten Peaks, far to the south of here." he says, pausing to navigate around a tricky bone, "I don't know who else says those prayers, but I've always said a prayer, it just seems right to me..."
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Post by Relairah on Jul 15, 2012 14:39:30 GMT -6
OoC: Oohh okay thanks XD
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She felt herself smile when he knelt next to her and began cutting at the meat. Once she was done eating, she began doing the same, listening as he spoke about the prayers he had murmured. She nodded her head slowly, realizing that she liked listening to him explain parts of his past. "Well perhaps you might also teach them to me," she murmured, thinking perhaps it was right to pray for the prey which had given its life to allow another's life to prevail.
As she continued cutting around the meat, she briefly thought of her family once again and wondered what her father might tell her.. or might've taught her had he been around. She raised her fingers briefly to touch the jewel which hung around her neck. Certainly he would have the answers she sought. But she pushed it from her mind, returning to cutting at the meat.
"What else did your mother teach you?" she asked, looking up at Cercius through a few silvery locks that had fallen over her face before returning her gaze to her task.
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Aug 13, 2012 17:16:02 GMT -6
Cercius stayed quiet for a while after Roenna asked him that question, seeming to be lost in his thoughts and memories as different emotions flick across his face. Finally, as he finishes a large section of the deer's haunches, he sighs, looking up to Roenna. "More than I could have repaid, even if humans had let her live, but she had consorted with my father, a demon in their eyes, and therefor, like the rest of my clan, she died. She taught me how to write, the many different birds of the world, how to make shelter, how to be polite and how to manipulate humans. She taught me the value of humans and their ability to forgive wrongs, but apparently falling in love is too large a crime to forgive..." Cercius says, his shoulders drooping slightly as he finishes. He turns back to the dead animal, wiping thick, drying blood from his hands on the thin grass before picking up his blade and turning back to the carcass.(( I am SO sorry >_< I lost track of turns and lost my muse, I've come back from my tiny holiday and now I'm concentrating on being creative again ))
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Post by Relairah on Aug 17, 2012 21:47:36 GMT -6
Once more, Roenna found herself listening in silence to one more part of Cercius' past, laced with tragedy. Had this man never had anything good happen to him? Her heart went out to him further. She longed to lift the heaviness she sensed within him. "I'm sorry, Cercius," she said when he was done. She couldn't help but think of her own mother, soft, kind, gentle, warm. "My mother is human, also. But she lived a ways off from the village. I think she may have been exiled... but if so, I never knew of it or felt life should be any different."
She shifted closer to the other, partially because her work moved her in that direction, and partially because she wanted to. She wondered what they should do next. Perhaps something might come along. Perhaps not. The carcass was almost done being sliced and skinned and such. What she could fit in her pack, which carried also a bit of salt, she would and the rest she would scatter for whatever animals may desire it. There wasn't much that would not fit in her pack.
"Do you wish to wash the blood from our hands?" There were plenty of water sources closeby, afterall.
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Aug 27, 2012 16:37:45 GMT -6
(( I need to start posting my finished posts, rather than keeping them on notepad files >_<; ))
"I'm sorry, Cercius," She said, a small, sorrowful frown on her face, eliciting a slight shrug from Cercius as he dismissed her apology, "Not your fault, Drappa." he mumbles. "My mother is human, also. But she lived a ways off from the village. I think she may have been exiled... but if so, I never knew of it or felt life should be any different." Another shrug from Cercius as he works the dead flesh of the animal into strips of meat for packaging.
She shifts closer to the Cercius, the thin hairs on his arm rising. He was acutely aware of her presence, of the way her hands deftly handled the work that they both laboured upon now, the combination of their skill bringing them towards finishing faster than he'd have liked. "Does it matter anymore who our parents were? What they did? In this land, I have lost the purpose that drove me here, and I am glad it has. Vengeance is a petty goal, better to forgive and try to be friends once more, no?" he pauses, grinning ruefully as he finishes the cut he was working on, "If only fate's heart was that much kinder, perhaps I'd have not been chased from Abunage already, eh?" "Do you wish to wash the blood from our hands?" she interrupts, reminding him tactfully, that he had a tendency to ramble. "There's a river just over that hill." he says, pointing north. "Moss on the trees indicates above average moisture compared to nearer the sea, that means it's fresh water too. The herd was heading there too, so I imagine it's not too far. Sorry, am I going on and on again?"
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Post by Relairah on Sept 1, 2012 22:06:37 GMT -6
She took note of the way he shrugged it off. Perhaps she had taken things more seriously than she should have? She had been trying to be sympathetic. Was it unnecessary? Well, he had seen a hard life, it seemed. Perhaps such was foreign to him. She kept that thought to herself.
He began explaining his view, that he had lost his thirst for vengeance and the past was the past. This was true. But she wasn't so alike, she supposed since she still searched for her father. Even as she wandered here and there, that was ever an underlying thought in her mind. He mentioned fate. Yes, fate was cruel. But then, she believed firmly that it was the twists in life that taught lessons. She didn't think they were necessarily all bad. She looked up at him, catching his gaze, though remained silent, unsure if his question was rhetorical.
Glancing back at their work, that was when she asked, before glancing in the direction he moved his hand. Yes, he was correct. She glanced back at him as he gave more details, then paused asking if he was rambling. She smiled, even gave a light laugh and shook her head. "Maybe, but it's okay." Standing, she moved to dust her hands off on her skirt, only to realize that in her movements, she smeared blood on the fabric. "Great..." she murmured to herself, shaking her head.
"C'mon, then," she said, "I don't want this to turn into a bad stain."
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Post by cptkickercutleg on Oct 1, 2012 1:23:45 GMT -6
"Maybe, but it's okay." She said, standing with an amused expression. "Sorry." Cercius says with a grin. She moves to dust her hands off on her skirt and Cercius opens his mouth to warn her but scarlet blood is smeared over the beautiful fabric anyway before he can speak. "Great..." she murmurs, shaking her head. "I hope that washes out..." "C'mon, then," she said, "I don't want this to turn into a bad stain." He nods, smiling slightly at the mundanity with which their predicament now was, though the absurdity seemed matched only by the seemingly normal way in which they reacted to each moment. "Impossibility is normal here, no?" He muses aloud, turning towards the stream, "After all, I should be dead by now, on at least two occasions I should have died, but instead, Tor and Fenris choose to make us stronger, perhaps to prepare us for our path to the stars when we die, or maybe Fenris is just spiteful, who knows." Cercius sighs, shaking his head to clear his mind. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He says with a bow, "Ladies first, as always."
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Post by Relairah on Oct 3, 2012 18:40:31 GMT -6
OoC: YAY! I'm so glad you posted! I was dying for it as I've had no motivation to reply to anything and then it hit me all of a sudden! xD
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Roenna looked back toward him, a grin gracing her lips. "Who knows what the gods are up to, indeed. Perhaps once it is time for us to take death's path, we will learn." She watched him bow and gesture for her to lead. It was almost funny to her, the way he was so gentlemanly yet according to his tales he was nothing but a monster to so many others. She couldn't help the constantly pressing thought of 'Why?' She certainly could not see it. However, the mundane nature this had suddenly taken on would soon once again reveal another hand fate, or perhaps merely coincidence was inclined to play.
The she-werewolf moved easily through the trees, the wood growing thinner and the sound of the gurgling water could be heard. Indeed, there was a hill just as Cercius described, though she knew that already and finally the water was in view. But Roenna stopped just before descending the hill as she caught sight of someone upon the bank on the opposite side of the river. She was pretty, almost in an ethereal kind of way, appearing human, but clearly not entirely. She didn't think werewolf... but... she wasn't sure on this one.
She was diligently washing something in the water with a pale rag, white sleeves rolled up to her elbows though starting to slip back down her arms. Her extremely long, white hair was down, cascading past her face which was clearly focused on her task. She was squatting, not allowing her knees to dig in to the muddy surface which would stain her dress, reaching all the way around her neck but doing well to hug her slender figure. A 'v' shape opened below the neck, flashing her stuff to whomever might be watching.
Not wanting to startle her, Roenna moved toward the water, knowing the necessity of washing her skirt. "I hope you don't mind...." she stated, not hesitating to remove her skirt, entirely seeming to forget the fact Cercius would be right there, or she didn't care, and kneeling into the bank, beginning to soak the fabric in the river and rub her thumb against the stain.
The woman looked up, revealing white, pupiless eyes. It was somewhat startling in and of itself. She smiled softly, "Not at all, I was just finishing up." With that, she stood, pulling a mirror from beneath the surface, the water vanishing from it quickly and the glass surface shimmering in the light. Carefully, she hung it about her neck, like a necklace, dangling over her breast from silver chains.
She turned her gaze toward Cercius, looking him over briefly. "My name is Edreiah," she said with a slight dip, "And you two are?"
Roenna looked up as the other rose and introduced herself. "Roenna," she stated simply, not really sure if she liked this woman yet or not. She was so... graceful and proper-seeming in manner - and she was quite the opposite, she knew. Very tomboyish. But that wasn't it entirely... She glanced at Cercius, if he also introduced himself, then back at Edreiah, as she called herself. "So, if you don't mind my asking, what brings you here, being as it's wolf territory and all...?" she asked, knowing that the same question could be asked of themselves.
Edreiah smiled at Roenna, "Funny you ask... it seems I've been sent on a mission recently." She gazed upon Cercius once again, though in all truth it would be somewhat difficult to tell exactly where her gaze was resting.
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