Sprainy: -A yawn escaped the Hunteress's lips whilst wandering out of the great hall. It had been a day without her Master, Thor knows what He was doing.- "Take a break, girls. But stay alert in case Master returns" -Vixen waved a hand towards the slaves within the Great Hall with the door closing behind her. Blinking against the bright sun to adjust her eyes to the light yet her arms quickly wrapped around the girls shoulders, bringing her hands up and down as the chill air outside met with her skin. Vixen had dirty blonde hair which she usually had loosely over her shoulders but today she felt like hunting and thus had it tied up. Her pale form was covered in both red fabric and leather with a few straps tied around her waist to keep a corset in place. Mostly appearing human was it not for the red, beady eyes giving away there might be more to her. Vixen stood 1,67 meters (5'5 feet) tall and weighed around 58 kilograms (128 pounds), build rather slim and appearing rather fragile yet due to her build her strengths were speed, agility and endurance. To her legs were bound a total of 3 pouches and two daggers, a necklace of a tusk entangled in chains resting around the girls neck with a strange mark, seemingly like that of a thunderstrike digged in the girls skin like a scar yet a faint hue emit from it. A whistle from the Hunteress lips as closely behind her followed a grey/white creature, if people knew their breeds they would be able to tell this was a moose-hound yet appeared slightly larger then others of its kind. Vixen wandered onwards and dissapeared behind the tree-line as the whistle became more faint for those dwelling in the Crown. A little while later the Hunteress emerged from the forest near the great wall as her head moved back in her neck, gazing upwards as a sudden grin grew on her lips realising she's never actually been ontop of it. A sudden dig of her toes in the ground to help her start sprinting and upon reaching the wall she would wave towards the guards who did not actually open up the gates for Vixen which had her growl at them.- "I dont want to go through the gate without Master.. but can I at least go on top of it? Surely that wont be a issue.." -The guards looked at one another before Vixen inched closer to them, her eyes fixated upon a single guard as she would smile cutely, a little red twinkle in her eyes before speaking softly- "Its ok, its ok, its ok." -She kept repeating it untill the guard to the surprise of the other guard nodded and opened up a little door that would lead towards the top of the wall. Vixen dissapeared in the dark staircase up untill she reached the top where multiple guards armed with bows would gaze towards her yet Vixens eyes were fixated only upon what lay beyong the wall, a area she had only been twice before, never unsupervised.-
Guest_KasWolves  The Redhead: It has been a few days since he run in with her so called Father. He Ribs still hurt like Hel but she didn't have the luxury to just lay about like the Healer told her to do. Once she was able to move mostly without the pain bring her to her knees. She snuck back to the Market to her mother’s shop, even tho Tyron had banished her to the Underbelly and she had Given her Mother the brick of Gold he had thrown to her before he dismissed her from the great hall. Not wanting to get her Mother in more trouble she was thankful she never said who her mother was . Once she told her mum what had happened knowing she been sick with worry as to why she hasnt been back in days, and promising her mother she would be fine and to keep the gold she snuck her way back to the underbelly. As she wove her way trying not to attract any attention she was good at it , then again besides her Father she was the only person in Skane with bright fiery red hair. Her eyes were even an odd ember coloring.
OlgaDiscordia: ---slowly rising with the sun, the soft silk sheets that drapped over her now nude body would slowly fall off her form as she made to sit up, yawning as she stretched out her arms and wings while her bed mates did the same, two males today. one being her favourite little spy Reargo. after giving the two of them a little relief from the morning "alertness" she would let the second one go as she wanted to have a quick chat with Reargo before he left. walking up to the young man as she put her hands loveingly around his shoulders from behind, giving him sweet kisses along his neck and up to his ear before saying- so... my favourite little man... Im assuming you forgot to have that chat with Reija last night -she says in a seductive whisper in the young mans ear before giving it a lick with her long hot tongue, making the boy shiver as he nods his head- yes Mistress... I got so busy with my duties that, it slipped my mind -the boy said, before Rosalina quickly calmed the boy down with a gentle kiss to the cheek. Having her little spies giving Reija false reports about the information they were gathering was a stroke of amusement and genious for the succubus. knowing full well that it was always good to keep them guessing and think they were ahead of her. after giving him one last reward session they both left their room together Reargo quickly getting back to work as she too went about her daily routines. which quickly led her in her signature dark purple carriage. carrying her towards the great hall as she casually read from a scroll. -
Misoxeny: "Row, ye' fuckin' worthless curs!" It had become...eerily quiet once they'd broken from the ocean and poured into the still river, but it was a pleasant shift from the screaming of gulls and the misery of a drekar rocked by waves. "I said fuckin' ROW!" The head of the ship, a dragon's skull carved with precision in the wood was grasped by talon tipped fingers and used as a brace to press a lithe body against the neck. The wind took her hair, and the digits of air ran through the long length of the iridescent white locks until they rose in a halo around her skull. Her large eyes flickered with a dangerous light, which crept across the silver pupils like lightning; said illumination was gone as soon as it had begun, and was the only indication that had feigned interest. Gorm, the captain of the longboat, trekked across the water logged planks and came to stand steadily behind her. His large arms bulged as they crossed his burly chest and his one good eye blinked once, twice and then came to rest on the land's shore that drew nearer. "Ye' shoulda' dressed fer' trade, Hellcat." The one to whom he spoke bristled, allowed her cranium to rotate halfway on its axis and gave a half-stare to the brute behind her. "The skirts are hot," was the only response. Gorm snorted, his nostrils flaring as the longboat rolled onto the sands of the river's shore, and brought his right hand upward to usher the men to gather and embark onto the new land's rich soil. "How can ye' speak on wealth of spices, silks and slaves if'n ye' looked like a drowned rat?" Said 'Hellcat' (a term given lovingly by a pesant boy before he'd shit himself with her knife in his belly) bit her knuckle at him and lowered herself onto the bank with a grunt. She carried no weapons, which was odd for a visitor of foreign lands. She chuffed, tossing the wild hair before readjusting the straps of her leather garments adorning her toso, and turned to face the large wooden structure (and what she assumed was a gate) lingering eerily in the slight distance. "If they can't," she wheezed, with her tongue sounded foreign and yet without accent, " accept my trade then we burn it to the ground." It seemed simple enough. "But we," Gorm responded, now rising to follow her. The beast swung around, her fingers curling into the length of his tunic and bunching there in a fist. When they'd left the Port, his woman had been heavily pregnant, and he'd done nothing but moan about her wellbeing since. Mari, this monstrosity which held him, had patiently listened and nodded--but now she'd grown tired of it. "I do not *care* about the welp you have managed to squirt into your whore's loins. You have hundreds of pups scattered across the lands--and now that this doe-eyed waste whimpers and you go running. Your slave turned wife can *burn* along with your sniveling *bastard*." Gorm grunted when she gave him a final shake and stumble backward when she shoved him from her atmosphere. Cruelty. Bastard. There were oodles of ways to describe her. "We move--now. They can certainly see us from their vantage points." The men, being at least a dozen in the first ship (the second and third were a half day behind) brought fist to the fronts of their shields. Loyalty. "Light the torches." Then, she wove forward, now moving toward the gate.
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Sprainy: -The bum connected to the girl on the wall sat down on the stone as the feet dangled over the edge and kicked back and forth. As soon the heel of her right leg connected with the wall, the other leg would fall backwards towards it as the right one shot forward again, back and forth, back and forth. This continued on untill a few man shouted that ships other then their own had reached the beach which had Vixens eyes peer in the distance up untill she indeed saw the form of a ship and people hopping onto their shores. A sigh escaped her lips upon realising Vixen herself would have to deal with them as the Jarl of Skane still had not shown His face. Vixen would lay her back along the stone just upon the same time one of the guards towered over her and started to speak- "You. go fetch your Master Tyron, NOW. Visitors." -A pair of red eyes gazed annoyingly up at the guard who dared to order her about with the girls lips curling up in a innocent smile whilst a index finger signalled him to come a little closer, surprsingly enough the guard did just that and as Vixen grabbed the collar of its clothing the smiled turned into a twisted grin as her eyes twinkled bright- "And you should start screaming.. and fall.." -Being near the edge it required little effort for Vixen to pull the man to the edge as it lost its balance upon the sudden pull of its jacket tripping and falling down on the outside of the wall, his screams filling the skies and echo'ing throughout the mountains surrounding Skane. The Mare sat up straight, gazing over the egde just to see the man land upon the ground below having its skull crushed in and undoubtingly many more bones crushed.. yet no mere human would survive a fall such as this with the man laying dead before the feet of their newly arrived visitors. Vixen laughed hysterical before a hand clutched around her necklace, a deep breath in through her nose.. holding it in to just release the through her mouth as her a free hand moved up at the air waving at the newcomers- "Sorry about that, he.. ehm.. slipped. Welcome to the Skane Settlement.. what is the reason of your visit?" -The bright red eyes gazed over them and their equipment, taking in every little detail about them from their outer appearance.-
Guest_KasWolves  Had to stop a few time for she was panting the pains in her ribs. She sat on a wagon of hay for awhile just enjoy the quietness of it. Then she heard shouting and screaming up from the wall she looked over and frowns not sure she really wants to know she groaned getting up and starts to walk again this time just taking the road for all the men’s attention seems to be drawn to the wall now. They must be having a visitor of some sort. Perfect time for her to get back to her hiding stop. As she walked she blinks her odd ember eyes as an ugle purple carriage comes down the road. Snorting she steps off the road because she didn't want to get hit by it. Seeing it was the damned demon from that night the cut across her from the whip like tail burned. She sneers as the carriage drove past her. As it did she picked up and rock and throw it hard it smashing through the window.
SageDamhin  The lass hummed softly making short work of the patch of land the Jarl bestowed upon her to create a garden. Today her focus was the run down home, and doing repairs. She wasn't expecting visitors, nor any company, she she was dressed casuallly and to work fixing damages. A blue flower was nestled upon her ear, a hammer in hand and some pounding came from the small cottage like home. Her things were being brought in by a few 'friends' she made and they were being accompanied by a red fox who yipped and played around as it bound everywhere like an energized bunny.