Garrick\Signe\Neren

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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Well at the moment I am engaged in a quest so ))
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ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : wb love))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Ty babe)
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Yw welcome loves))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Start us off love)
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Laying in the main of their home stretched out within his true form, his tails twitching slightly as he stared into the floor before rolling over as his pets came to him speaking in the native language that would but expected of snake's"Ssssshut it Deg"He would grab the King cobra and fling him across the room before he sat up a large large snake skin would be wound around the room from were he had shed his skin due to it being too small for him.<C>
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ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Shrugging those broad shoulder's of his before looking to the silent Black Mamba before nodding, the two had a rather strong connection despite the lack of vocal communication between them. He would slowly let his bones stretch back out while his body shrank to a more manageable side, bones snapping back into position while his tail would begin to shrink and split to form legs once more. The sound was horrifying in such a way most people would be disgusted by just the <C>
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : The sounds of such a transformation, when it was finished finger nails gripped the wood floor as he took in a deep breathe. Sitting up slowly muscles still tight from such a transformation but he would move to gather a pair of pants he left laying out before gathering up the skin he had shed.<E>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Welcome))
Alaire : Thanks. ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : any questions feel free to whisper I'm not sure who's awake or round atm the moment, but I'm sure i can help somewhat lol))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Upstairs moving the cribs around for the fifth time this day. She wanted Taven to see them in these spots. She began walking out the nursey door when she stopped suddenly. Her hands grabbed the doorframe and she refused to take another step. " Taven ....I need you!" she began to leave indentions on the wood from her nails. She was mumbling to herself ....c
Alaire : I'm good. Been here forever. Thanks though. ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Oh lol ok ))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : She looked down seeing she was wearing one of Taven's shirts realizing how huge she had gotten. He was taking too long so she released the frame and rushed down stairs stopping at the bottom looking at the shedded skin Sie. Sat on the stairs and began to cry...d...
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Hearing her say his name he would rush to the bottom of the steps looking as she descend them before wrapping his arms around her tightly"whats wrong my dearest love?"He asked slowly running a hand through her hair slowly before brushing away her tears"Come now no need to cry love" Picking her up even with as big as she was he didn't struggle in the least before moving up the stairs.<C>
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : He would look around before heading to the nursery while he held her tightly against his chest with a smile"come on whats wrong love?"<E>
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : She hid her face qgainst his chest as he carried her upstairs. Once they were in the nursery. She slowly looked up at him. " I wanted to go downstairs and bring you to the nursery to see the cribs. When I noticed I was moving side to side. " tears fell down her cheeks "I wobble"...d...
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Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Uuuggghhh)
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Welcome))
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : wb))
§iġƞͼ : thanks, slightly less dead today, progress ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Yay))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : *offers        *))
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§iġƞͼ : omfg I think I'd die if I had anything harsh like that right now XD ))
§iġƞͼ : My life is one of water and dry toast and the occasional splurge on jello ahaha )
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : lol))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : *Offers Tea instead*))
§iġƞͼ : If I'm real lucky I get Saltines as a treat. lmao ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : omg I'm so burnt))
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§iġƞͼ : yay tea and water, things that don't induce instant death ))
§iġƞͼ : Burnt? ))
  Łıŀıŧħ : he came to see me in hell last night)
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Tanner))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Gf got me to use a super bed yesterdaay))
§iġƞͼ : omg lol ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : yea so my back is messed up lol))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : omg i'm in love with Mal and Heine new forum images they are super bad ass))
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Sitting next to his tent , running a stone along the blade he had been carrying with him for this journey, the other weapons sat next to him. Running the some along the blade slowly one would hear the sharpening of steel in the twilight hours within their camp. The city before them held no interest to him at this moment but it was somewhere he would visit after this was over. At that moment his attention was on what they were here to do the desert called to him like he was <C>
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : wb lover))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Ty )
  Łıŀıŧħ : wb Sierra)
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Thanks)
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : returning home after a long and bloody campaign. Watching as the gurgaou people begin to move about within the camp causing his ears to twitch while he listened to conversations from the safety, outside of his tent. The soft hum of stone against steel, stopping just long enough to pour water on teh blade and return to his business while he glanced to the city of Etharos off in the distance. <C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Flipping the blade over he would begin the same process again, once it was finished he'd pluck a single strand of hair from Xander's mane and drop it on the edge of the blade watching it slice into two"Mmm very good" Putting the weapon back in it's shethe for now then wrapping in a old looking black cloth. He stood giving a stretch while looking around. The air was dry and heavy within the camp being this close to so much sand he knew it was going to get hot so dressed only in a <C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Pair of hide pants and his boots this morning"It's going to get hot Xander I want you to stay at the camp and rest you will know when to come to me". The horse would only nod his head slowly before he would gather his weapon's hanging the blade on his hip, the battle axe across his back while he held the mace he seemed to "Shh" trying to get the weapon to keep quiet, he was in need of sustenance at that moment so he set teh mace down and grabbed his bow and quiver to go hunt for <C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : A rabbit or anything that would quench his thirst in that moment.<E>
§iġƞͼ : -< A desert lycan, in human form, shoved her hands hard against Signe’s chest, causing her to forfeit a single step back, but she recovered with a silent snarl curving her upper lip, and stepped back up to the dark-haired Gurgaou. Torsos bumped aggressively, and the stare downs continued. Fuck, was Signe starting trouble with the locals? Wasn’t that Malhin’s specialty?! The two, in some sudden, unspoken savage body language, broke from what seemed to be an impending death match, and the desert lycan woman laughed, while Signe clasped a hand to her shoulder. They’d fought before, barbarians +
§iġƞͼ : both from different climates; so it would seem this was just a ruffian greeting. Signe had seemed to befriend a small circle of the shapeshifters, and they’d all just had a morning meal together, sparse and gamey as it was, she was learning from the locals what could be hunted and how in this environment. They’d given her an ointment for her skin, too, made from regional plants. Signe wasn’t even close to the dark complexion of these Gurgaou. Her skin tone was adapted to the Dragon Peak Mountains, a snowy, colder world that fairer complexions did better by. From their time out here already, +
§iġƞͼ : her nose had peeled a little and exposed new, faint freckles thanks to the minor sun damage. Heine and Malhin were just as susceptible, and she’d share the boon of the ointment with them, as well as other local wisdoms these shapers had shared with her. They’d given her a thin sheathe of beige fabric to wear cross her nose, tied behind her ears and to hang like a loose, tattered veil over her mouth and chin, too; just another barrier between her lighter skin and the overbearing sun (though it’d not fully risen yet). They parted ways, Signe leaving on her own. She wasn’t sure if Heine or Malhin +
§iġƞͼ : had learned from the locals yet, and if they hadn’t, she’d wake them later by dropping game at their feet. There were a few traps the Gurgaou had welcomed her to, and showed her where they were. So, she was off into the gray of the early morning to inspect those. She didn’t have her flails, they weren’t situationally useful to her at the moment, but she was covered in an array of knives and daggers for defensive purposes and the practicality of skinning game. There was sand everywhere, it was immense and almost overwhelming, but when she thought about it like the snows of the mountains, +
§iġƞͼ : it felt less daunting. There were green places, too. Watering holes, sprawls of brush. Her weathered boots pressed a path through the sand toward one of these seemingly oasis spots, almost hopeful predators might lurk to challenge her. Nothing yet in the quiet gloom of the morning, and so, she crouched to the first trap, finding a jackrabbit. She’d never seen a rabbit with such huge ears. It didn’t benefit the snow rabbits to have them. She twisted its neck and began to loose its caught foot from the trap, glancing around now and then to keep aware of the area. >-
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Stalking what appeared to be a larger coyote he would watch from teh distance his eye sight was keen in this envoriment as teh coyote stalked what appeared to be a trapped jack rabbit, it was Signe that appeared to take the cotoye's meal so he nocked a arrow and drew the string back slowly, it was just as the coyote went to strike that a Arrow was let loose. The sound of it whistling in his ears as it flew fast cutting through the air<C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : IT's aim was straight and true as it caught the Coyote in the neck and nailed it to a tree's within the oasis spot near Signe. Lips curling into a smile before beginning the trek through the dunes to fetch his kill, and well there was also Signe to stumble on. So he would walk silently mighting his footing due to the desert was a treacherous place to begin with every step could be the last in the sand. Spotting a few feet from Signe" Well this is a surprise, always running into<C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : you"He chuckled a bit before moving after all she was a Barbarian so it was best to make his presence known to her before just approaching and trying his luck with this women, she was deadly and he knew that. Moving to his kill he would remove his bow and set it next to him while kneeling toward next to the dead coyote. Pulling the arrow he would begin to say a prayer in Old Norse a mostly dead language before opening his mouth exposing those fangs, sinking them into the coyotes<C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Neck around the wound from the arrow before starting to drink from the creature. It wasn't long before it was done as he withdrew those fangs of his. Gripping the coyote in his right hand he turned to look upon Signe blood dripping from his chin <E>
§iġƞͼ : sorry back ))
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : your fine Signe))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Welcome home Neren))
▪Neяen▪ : thank you!]
▪Neяen▪ : any rp going on?]
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Signe and Garrick are about))
§iġƞͼ : -< She hadn’t heard or detected the coyote yet, and the first sign of it to her came when an arrow pinned it to a tree near to her, with a sudden thud and smatter of blood and a death whine. As it all came so suddenly, she’d reacted on instinct, hurling a dagger in the creature’s direction – you could ask questions later if you were alive, not if you waited around mulling about the morality of throwing blades. The dagger buried into the coyote’s fur, but the creature was now already dead. Still, the sudden movement and sounds so near had alarmed her to action. Already another knife was in her other hand, poised for action. +
§iġƞͼ : Garrick did well to speak before just approaching, though, especially when she was ready to bury claws into anything else that moved. Wild eyes surveyed him as he approached, as if assuring that he wasn’t something to throw the blade at still, as if winding back down into more humanity than savagery. She didn’t know he was *hunting* the coyote; had he just shot it before it snuck up on her? She sniffed and put the blade away, straightening from an aggressive crouch. She watched while he spoke and moved about to his kill, in typical Signe fashion, not exactly verbose. As Heine had noticed best of +
§iġƞͼ : any who sought to interpret her, though, most of the hints of Signe’s spirit did exist in the eyes. She didn’t know his prayer herself, but the words felt familiar, like things their shaman might murmur. …..then he bit into the coyote and…. She actually looked away. Savage as she was, she was still a living, breathing human, from a simple, tangible lifestyle. She ate and drank and slept like other humans, had superstitions like the rest of the Bjarni, and held certain taboos about the world, too. It was one thing to talk about ‘True Brujah’ demons, and it was another to watch one feed. It was complicated. +
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▪Neяen▪ : welcome.]
ɾдᶃпоᴚᵜᴅɤоƦǥɪʂʜ : Thanks ]]
§iġƞͼ : Instinct said that that shouldn’t be permissible, it was repulsive. Though he’d also been kind to her (she still wasn’t sure if that was to lure her in to become like the next coyote, dead and drained, how could she know?). Blood and violence and death weren’t the issues for her. It was this unnatural life that she was becoming more exposed to. Muscle memory set to tying the jackrabbit’s feet with shabby twine, though cobalt eyes never fully returned to Garrick, not while more of this cursed unlife of his was painted plain for the illiterate barbarian, no script necessary. It was splashed crimson upon his chin. “…” She nodded finally, briefly, as a wordless sort of greeting, but discomforted tension remained about her body language. >-
§iġƞͼ : Not sure which Signe is disturbed by more now, watching a vampire feed, or dwarves -glares at dwarf- (lol welcome) ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : lmao))
▪Neяen▪ : shall i go now?]
§iġƞͼ : yes do ))
▪Neяen▪ : These arid temperatures were something the Moon Elf had gotten used to over the past decade since coming into ownership of Etharos, yet, the young dragon she looked over basked in such heat whilst she still suffered in her own way. Even if she summoned small gusts, in an attempt to cool herself, these were deemed ineffectual and she would be forced taking in large amounts of water to sate the growing thirst. Here, within the vast desert, the elf found memories. Memories which [c]
▪Neяen▪ : ushered forth a former era -- her youthful days within the service of the empire. Dragons were a large part of her past and present, from hatchlings into adults, she unyieldingly protected each one and placed them correctly with any riders she sought held potential. Yet, those days where work mounted and she did nothing but keep herself surrounding in paperwork, she failed to look beyond her militant status and grasp the passion she held for these scaled creatures. Beasts whom [c]
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ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : wb babe))
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : ty love)
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Looking at Sie while she cried in his arm about her being a penguin, caused him to chuckled"well what did you expect your carrying more then one child after all love. He would set her down slowly"But you wobble oh so well, its quite cute the way you walk like a penguin"Chuckles stirred from his throat before kissing her on her forehead gently, while placing those large calloused hands on her ever growing stomach.<C>
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : It was then he felt the children growing within her kicking his hands"Well seems we are gonna have some warriors on our hands"Jesting they would be most like the two of them then Suta or Slater"You know we need to think of names or have you already did that in secert?"<E>
▪Neяen▪ : she doted upon with such love and care now. Work? Military business? She would go back if she had the chance. Come in with a different mindset. A type of mindset which would not be addled by her superiors as it had in her inexperienced youth but pining for the past never made anyone advance. Having recently woken from her reverie, or rather, abruptly woken up by dragon drool on her head, she now wandered the patches of greenery and sand. Since her canteen was empty, she thought [c]
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ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Welcome))
Alex Blake ᐎ : Hello. )
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Yesh Welcome))
Alex Blake ᐎ : >_> )
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▪Neяen▪ : it best to get some water from the existing oasis near their current encampment. Her dragon, was far ahead of the lithe elf who tread over the small hills of sand. Within the glare of the sun, she saw two silhouettes but could not decipher who they were. Any who were close to the watering hole would be splashed unexpectedly by the diving dragon fluttering his large wings, causing the nearby palm trees to move from the beast’s unforeseen actions. Neren came briskly afterwards, [c]
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : sniffling as he placed her gently on her feet. He was very caring and sweet to her. which was something Sierra never had when she was pregnant with her other two children. She slowly started to smile hearing him mention her wobbling. Then her smile faded when she felt his touch against her belly. She lifted the shirt she wore so he could see his children moving inside her. " Oh no you will name these four" when he mentioned Suta's name she slowly covered her belly and >>>>C
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : quietly walked out of the nursery and into their room. She grabbed the letter that arrived earlier that day her eyes starring at the words on the envelope as if she wanted them to vanish. She placed the letter on her lap shaking her head >>>D<<<
▪Neяen▪ : removing more articles of her clothing until she was completely nude underneath the sun and all those surrounding them. Dipping into the waters afterwards, laughter followed her movements and she waded into the coolness herself. Unashamedly, she floated along the surface. Eyes came to notice Garrick and Signe and she rose her hands to let out a sudden clap of joy, water splashing afterwards, “Hey, you two!” She called out, now swimming towards the edge but kept within the [c]
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Watching her reactions to his words before following after her, watching her grab a letter he and her actions after words. Caused him to itch his head it was in that moment that he stepped forward moving to her snatching the letter from her lap"And who is writing my dearest love, love notes now?" That voice had ridden it's self of its softness and became stone like, while trying to pry it from her. In all he hadn't even looked to see who it was from.<C>
▪Neяen▪ : her dragon following in afterwards, large serpentine eyes focused on the two-standing ashore. A radiant smile came to her lips when looking towards the twosome in her greeting, “Have a good feed, Garrick?” Her brows rose, generally curious as there was a little trail of blood dripping from his chin. Now, she tipped her head towards Signe, edging further towards the small shoreline to address her, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Pushing herself up from the [c]
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§iġƞͼ :   ))
SeaDrake : For me? )0
§iġƞͼ : Indeed ))
SeaDrake drinks it all up happily and snuggles Signe. ))
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§iġƞͼ : lol nothing, Signe as a character just loathes dwarves XD ))
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ɾдᶃпоᴚᵜᴅɤоƦǥɪʂʜ : LOL ]]
§iġƞͼ : which could be fun to play ahaha )
SeaDrake : How does she feel about dragons? )
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Standing there as his chest puffed out like he was ready to go to war over what ever the letter contained within it. But he hadn't gotten to that point just yet"I gotta come up with the names huh, can I just call then all Tavena?: He quipped joking with her.<E>
§iġƞͼ : Dragons, they're fine, scary muthafuckas as they should be, but she doesn't LOATHE anything like dwarves, and maybe now the whole concept of vampires after that blood show XD ))
▪Neяen▪ : waters, little droplets were seen about her naked body as she approached, now seating herself upon the nearest rock, legs kicking into the waters. “I see a lot of things around this camp but there’s one thing that has been pressing me a little…like…are you and that barbarian guy, a thing? I mean…it’s just cause it seems obvious he is all about you in some sorta way.” Fingers curled into her white hair, wringing out the wetness before speaking up once again, elven ears slightly [c]
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : lol))
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▪Neяen▪ : wiggling. “And he’s a growin’ boy and growin’ boys…tend to, ahem, draw interest in certain women. I’m old enough to know this…the way he looks at you..” A casual shrug was given and after shaking her head from side to side, her short hair began to go up in ringlets. “Just my observation, I guess.” Extending her hand outwardly, her black scaled companion came up along the shore and placed his head upon her lap. Slender fingers came to stroke the top of the beast’s head and a [c]
▪Neяen▪ : light snort of contentment came from the dragon then. Tipping her head back towards Garrick, she came to smile again, thumb pressing to her chin to indicate he still had some blood there. [e]
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▪Neяen▪ : there is nothing wrong with dragons. I love my dragons.]
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : It was the dragon who dive bombed the area that caused his hands to drop the coyote and in one very elegant and fluid motion would free the sword strapped to his hip from its ragged cloth and sheathe. Instantly ready for what was coming next as he had been looking at Signe so he had not seen teh dragon before then but it was Neren approach that caused him to kinda lose his cool in that brief moment since she was nakkid something he was not expecting from this women at all.<C>
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : He should think himself lucky he was not pulling back a nub when he grabbed for the letter. " love letter? " she looked at the letter again before handing it to him " it is from Witcher." she stood shaking her hed to the name he joked about. " he wants Suta to spend the summer with him" she began to take a step and her right arm went around her belly as her left hand grabbed the door frame sparks flickered from her fingertips. Slowly she stood straight as she turned to >>>C
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : YEt the  blade didn't drop from it's readied position in that moment. IT was after a few second he snapped out of the sudden surprise that he shoved the blade back into its sheathe and wrapped that black cloth around it again" Jesus give a man a heart attack will ya"He said noticing her thumb he would reach up to wipe away any remaining blood from his chin"But no actually nothing it the same as the blood of well, I'm sure you both get the idea." Looking at Signe who had shied <C>
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : look at Taven . Her Hazel hue now silvery blue " I am going to Nivre. >>D<<
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : way in the moment of his feeding"Sorry for that , I try not to feed amongst people who are not used to such things but trust me when I say its better for me to feed then to not, things tend to get messy."A sigh escaping his lips slowly, never did he like people to watch from feed from anything living be it a human or a damned animal, but as least his thirst was quenched in that moment. <C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Looking back to Neren for a moment listening to her ask Signe about her friend before finding his way to the water to take some to wash any blood that might remain away.<E>
§iġƞͼ : -< The waters of the oasis sloshed and drew up Signe’s cobalt glance. There, the dragon and its rider, Neren, took in the luxury of the wide pool that the season had fostered. She knew the dragon was a member of their party, and was said to obey Neren, but Signe still tensed at just how close it’d come now. Before, it was in the air, ‘smaller’ in the sky. Now, its maw lay within a distance she suspected could strike small things like her with ease. Malhin was the least bothered by the great serpent, but they were all certain a dragon spirit had once blessed her (evidenced by +
§iġƞͼ : the dragon bone she kept with her always). The disturbance was strangely welcome, though, as otherwise the simple fighter from the Dragon Peaks would have been left to the conundrum of how to address the vampiric lifestyle alone. Neren’s nudity didn’t strike Signe into anything awkward, as the Bjarni were comfortable in their skin, too. This did, however, gain a point or two with the Flail Mistress purely because the idea of wilting from one’s own form for shame when it was suitable to go unclothed (such as now for Neren, who had been swimming in a hot region) +
ŢǎɅȇɳɃɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : Looking at the letter before shaking his head throwing it across the room"That is her decision not mine or your's. We can;t keep her form him if she wishes to go then so be it but if he hurts her I'll rip him in half and fest on his body over a open flame."Nodding his head before looking at her before listening to her talk about going to Nirve"That is your choice as a free women Sie but you know I will follow you to the end of teh world and then protect you from it."<E>
§iġƞͼ : just didn’t sit right with her or the other Bjarni. Privately, Signe was grateful all the more for the dragon rider’s presence. ….that is, until she so candidly asked about Heine. The jackrabbit she’d killed for Heine and Malhin’s breakfast hung on her hip now, and she stood. Signe was already not overly verbose, so the silent, stern thoughtfulness after those questions was in line with her nature. Though, she did weigh how to respond. “…we were lovers in our youths.” She gave honestly, tightening the twine with a last tug at the knot. She didn’t carry some sort of shame or moral confusion over it like she noticed city women sometimes did. It just was complicated. “….sometimes still.” She turned, and walked the dunes away from the two, seeking to slip away. >-
▪Neяen▪ : The shadow of her dragon may have been daunting to any unexpecting company as it loomed closer towards the watering hole but he was harmless…a lot of people didn’t know that. Dragons may have had vicious tendencies towards others, though, that’s how they thrived and protected what they considered dear to them. Having studied as long as she had over certain species of dragon, the one she looked over and handled was said to be the fiercest yet gentlest. Hardly anyone [c]
▪Neяen▪ : understood, herself included from time to time, the real behavioral patterns of dragons but if trained properly they made themselves out to be a vicious comrade to aid you in battle. They were large beings who needed acceptance and reverence just as any animal. She found out the hard way in her youth. Large, jagged scars remained upon her backside after one incident which dealt with an unruly dragon. There were other various nicks and scars about her body as it came into plain [c]
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : maybe it was her being pregnant, or maybe it was the letter. but that wasnt what was going through Sierra's mind. She heard what he had to say and instead of walking out of their room she slammed the door closed She had adjusted her form so you could not tell she was pregnant" This was not what I planned on ever having to deal with. Since I was 5 I told you about my family how fucked up things were" She moved towards him" you promised me " happily ever and ever" The >>C
Sıεяяą Ƀɭȭȭȡʂɔȁɍ : letter would catch fire as Sierra walked Taven backwards into the wall. " she should be yours just as Slater should be. !" she placed her hand on his chest feeling his heart beat " I dont want to be a broken family"Her hand begin to glow as it heated up "I want the family the promised me since we were 5">>D<<
▪Neяen▪ : view, still unabashed as she sat comfortably upon the water’s edge, enjoying the coolness which was offered by nature’s natural cycle from the dewy spring. A light laughter left her when the undead went on about having a heart attack and there was a mischievous twinkle in those eyes from the elf, “I think…if anything, I just jumpstarted it again.” There was slight jest in her voice before refocusing her gaze towards the warrioress who then began to answer the series of casual [c]
▪Neяen▪ : questions recently inquired towards her direction. Soft hums followed afterwards and the elf leaned further back against the rock, pointed elven ears wiggling giving an indication she was listening as she fawned upon her companion. From her peripheral, she saw the other’s reaction from her recent straightforward questions. Interesting. The stoicism Signe carried made it harder for Neren to interpret what exactly was running through the barbarian’s mind but the last murmur had [c]
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ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Last post for me guys, its bed time for me))
▪Neяen▪ : had the former knight wanting to ask more…until she left. There was great respect to be found in the woman and the elf could relate with the flaxen haired female on more than one level. Warrior to warrior, they fought battles on the field and off, including ones of the heart. A few moments of silence passed until she fought against it with her voice, speaking openly towards Garrick, “I know you need to feed, in order to survive.” She mused until words once again surfaced, “My [c]
▪Neяen▪ : former lover was vampiric but the recent war took him away. It’s what you need -- it’s your sustenance. There is no shame in hiding what and who you truly are." Fingers continued to trail along the side of her dragon's maw, the creature only now backing away from her to push himself into the cold waters. [e]
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Watching and listening to Signe and Neren before nodding to Neren when she spoke while Signe took her leave to more then likely delivery the rabbit to her companions" It's not that I'm ashamed of who or what I am, Its just I know some people of this world know very little on what it means to be what I am. They see us and think we have it great, this is not teh case, I've watch many friends die, people I've love perished from time yet here I remain. My wife, my daughter mother die<C
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Yet I still remain lost in this world but I have a renewed purpose now, plus being surround by such beautiful women on this quest is definitely a plus side .But plus never think I am ashamed of what I am, I am proud to be a LeMorte, even prouder to be teh father to my daughter even if she might hate me"He chuckled slightly looking at Neren those eyes focused intently on hers even if she was naked he didn't let his eyes roam her frame. The eyes could speak more about someone then<C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Anything one could say or even use in body language. Reaching his hand into the water cupping some water, bringing it to his lips to drink slowly" War take's many things from people, from their humanity to loved ones and just about anything in between." It was in that moment he realized just what he had lost from all his years of life"Ever just sit back and realized what it truely means to be immortal, to watch teh things you love perish while you continue on is worst than death <C>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : I would imaging but I could be wrong after all I've never died.' The sun was rising and fast the air getting drier with every passing moment yet it didn't bother him, after all it was this terrain he was most at home in, egypt offered endless dunes a rolling oceans of nothingness <E>
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Ok I might have one more post in me but then I gotta jet))
▪Neяen▪ : ok! i am writing right now lol]
▪Neяen▪ : Her eyes drifted up from the watering hole towards the vampire and she nodded towards him, sky blue eyes softening upon him mentioning how people he formerly knew had already passed on from this world… Between his words, she managed to slip in, “…there is always going to be someone who wishes to be what you are and to be in your shoes. Envy is a horrible monster. As is death but at the same time, it can also be your friend if you’ve reached such a point in your life where you [c]
▪Neяen▪ : feel it completely fulfilled with all you’ve done. Other than that, fight against it…” Kicking at the waters once again, droplets hit the air catching the sun and making little crystals until they dissipated into the atmosphere. Lying on the flat of her back, she tipped her body towards his direction, hanging upside down from the rock she so casually strewn herself across to soak in the sun’s warmth. Her smile somewhat increased, even if albeit sadly when she heard him [c]
▪Neяen▪ : mentioning how he was proud to be a father and would continue to do so despite his daughter hating him, “I had a son once. He, too, was lost to war and I grieved his loss greatly. He would be about fifteen now. Miss him every day. I can see such equal love you hold for your daughter radiate onto her just as she shares it with you. Women are not simplistic creatures. One moment we may say…I hate you, rot into the earth or the next moment we say…please, don’t ever leave me. I [c]
▪Neяen▪ : love you. It’s all a part of her growing up. One side of the scale may tip towards hatred, most of the time, because of her youthful thoughts but she’ll always love you. Just remind yourself of these thoughts.” Closing her eyes briefly, she took in a quick breath before releasing it in a loud yawn. Neren moved her body forward and slipped into the cool waters again, sitting up whilst her dragon came swimming along nudging into her side for his mistress to stroke his belly. Such [c]
▪Neяen▪ : was accomplished another puff of contentment left the dragon’s maw, growling as it shifted from side to side. “War does take many lives, from many people…” She began, a little hesitate but continued, “But I more than know what it is like to slip from mortality into immortality. I…” Perhaps another time she could bring this up? Pursing her lips, she looked towards the direction of the sun briefly until she then refocused on the vampire. “Perhaps, later this evening, we could [c]
▪Neяen▪ : discuss this more in depth over food and drink? Okay, ugh…” She stumbled for a moment, laughing afterwards, “…more so me consuming the food and drink while we talk, yes? I’ve bathed now but my attention is needed towards the outer edge of town. I hope you have a pleasant rest of the day.” Shifting from the waters, she took to wringing out her hair once again and began to hurriedly slip on her clothing. “Take care, Garrick~” With that, she was already making her way down the [c]
▪Neяen▪ : path towards the encampment. [e]
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Ok I'mma go lol thought I could post but I'm passing out over here ))
▪Neяen▪ : alright byebye, ty for rp]
▪Neяen▪ : you too Signe!]
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : yup thank you as well and Signe who surprised me in rp since i was just gonna post by myslef lol))
§iġƞͼ : np lol ))
ĠãȑȑīċķĽĕӍöŕţē«Ŗл : Later guys))