Barbarians

Location: the Dread Wastes, Lysithea
Home of the White Howlers, one of many barbarian tribes that has carved a life for themselves in this unforgiving place.
Tribe Symbol - https://i.imgur.com/9KCffgl.png
Shekh Drivo = setting sun, https://i.imgur.com/s5Jdz1b.jpg
Traherne = Leader

Natalia and Vasili, Ognian and Vaska's children
Kovarat (to stand), Ognian's dragon soul (makes Ognian a Daravrak)

Leoric and Jura, parents to Brona, Marrok and Krell
Thom father of Nevan, Velar and Seryn
Jesop and Berna, Jura's parents

Ognian:
It had been three days since the world as they knew it, had ended. Diamar had been devoured by the Gloom, and those that were lucky enough to survive to the final moments had managed to escape through the near divine intervention of the Sacred Seven. Although to Ognian's recollection, it was just a group of mages chanting very strange things, as he held tightly onto his wife and children. Mercifully when deposited into the new world, Kovarat (to stand) had managed at great personal sacrifice of energy to keep the small group together. Although there had been no control over where they had turned up! With the dragon silent and dormant, Ognian felt a great draining emptiness that left him fatigued. A small blessing then, that Loralei was with them to provide an additional set of blades to ensure the safety of the young ones. The heat was dry, and the landscape mostly barren. But the environment was not so different from certain areas of Helvalur, which made it easier for them to find food and water. A meal of scorpions, lizards, and snakes would keep them from becoming malnourished. While water was found in the occasional cactus or if dug deep enough into the sand a small fount could be located. But it was the stars that gave Ognian pause, with unknown stories and faces that he could not navigate them properly by. On that blistering afternoon, a familiar guiding whisper would turn steps towards the east. "This way," large, heavily calloused hand would gather the small one of daughter within as the course was realigned to compensate. A look exchanged with Vaska to indicate that he had a feeling of where to go, and beseeched her to trust him.

Vaska:
The destruction of their homeland had been hard on them all. The panic as children had been gathered and taken to the place as instructed by the Sacred Seven, knowing that their lives would change forever, but knowing better than to stay. The Gloom had eaten everything -- there was nothing left. Vaska stood beneath the blistering sun, locks of honey tied into a loose braid that allowed small strands to stick to sweat drenched skin, a gnawing hunger for food ignored. It was tolerable for another few days longer. Her share of the food was split between her children to ensure that their stomachs were sated. She would endure. This particular boy, four years of age, was strapped to her back, and acted as a live heating pack that could complain and wiggle. While their daughter was old enough to walk on her own, their boy was unable to walk on at the desired pace, therefore meant that he would (rather fitfully) ride upon his mother's back. Right hand held thick shaft of double headed axe, other tickling small feet and legs to keep the little man happy while sharp blue gaze constantly scanned the unfamiliar horizons. When words broke over the quiet the group agreed upon, Ognian's eyes were met, the direction next, and a nod of acknowledgement. One could never explain it, but his gut feelings had never steered them wrong.

Loralei:
What their days had come to. Loralei walked several paces to the side of the group and acted as a scout - if anything suspicious was seen, she'd encounter or see it first, which allowed for the others to be prepared to defend themselves. Her style was less obvious, as both blades were still strapped, unsheathed, on either side of generous waist where they dangled harmlessly. They were anything but when wielded by the woman. Both arms were down at each side, mane of mahogany locks flowing freely, fluttered by occasional wind. It was a saving grace that furs and leather were lightweight and easy to move around in, else the lot of them would have been subjected to watching her strip down and cool off. Not that they'd care--she'd known Ognian and Vaska longer than their eldest was young, and trusted each of them implicitly - so when gruff voice brought attention, she'd also cast him a glance. "Alright. Don't push yourself too hard or else I'm going to have to unleash Vaska on your giant ass." Her grin was infectious as it split lips playfully, her spirit hopefully enough to rouse an answering response in her friends. "Between you and me? I think she can take you."

Ognian:
Ognian had been quieter since their arrival, there was the occasional word of encouragement or authority to his children. Even light discussion during their meals, but mostly he seemed to be as lost as they were. For his heart was broken, as they were the last of the Red Talons. All those voices and stories, snuffed out from existence. Only Ognian was left to remember their ancestors, and hopefully pass this knowledge onto Vaska, Loralei and the children. For if he was unable to, and death should claim him.. Who would remember their faces? Natalia was obedient enough as she kept pace with her father, swinging the hand that held his as she hummed softly. She was as tired as the adults, but believed herself to be as strong as they, so she wouldn't complain. So she silently played a game of spying something in the distance, and counting how many steps it took for them to reach it. Eyebrow arched as the dark haired woman threatened the fury of his wife, a small smile forming at the thought. At this particular moment, it would be too easy for the blonde to take him down a peg or two. But his thoughts always strayed towards the perverse when the curvaceous woman was involved, and chances were he'd willing let her pin him for an opportunity to get between her thighs again. "Of course she can. I'm a mere kitten where she is concerned," favoring a loving look at Vaska. The sun was high overhead, and it'd be hours yet before dipping behind them.

Vaska:
Vaska's head turned and cast an answering smile at her best friend's quip - Loralei was like a sister to her, from the day they'd met and the things they'd endured. She'd been around when Ognian had been lost... and when he'd been found; the ever constant support, someone she wouldn't trade for anyone else. Her laugh was high and the loving look was returned with a smile that made tired face look years younger. "Don't get him riled up in front of the children. It has taken me a long time to leash that insatiable beast." Her attention went to her eldest, who favored her father in more ways than one, and sought to reach free hand out to carefully wipe sand from the back of her neck and off her clothing. Motherhood suited her. More than she cared to admit... and her hand traveled to goose her husband, at the delight of their son, Vasili. "Mama pinched daddy!" He cried, squealing his amusement to the heavens, tiny hands curling around slender neck to squeeze, choke, and love. All of which was taken, loosened, and enjoyed.

Loralei:
When spying their smiles did it serve to make Loralei's smile even more cunning, hand extending to smack against solid arm of her brother in arms. Red Talons - she'd always remember them, and in more ways than one; not only did Vaska bear the red paint of their people, the brunette did as well. Hers were not as intricate for her ways and the people's ways were distinctly different, but she'd been earning her place among them. "If you need me to watch the kids, just tell me ahead of time. I don't want what almost happened to my little 'Lia happen again, do we?" At mention, fingers sought to tickle the girl, knowing she must be tired, but taking a moment of their time to allow them to feel like children again. It was a terrible thing to grow up too quickly. Her twin and she knew that well... if he was still alive. The thought was pushed aside to instead return to her scowling at the vast emptiness of the desert. "It's a grace that we'd been dropped somewhere we know how to survive in. The sun is high - the snakes will be plentiful. I may stray to hunt."

Ognian:
It was arguable whether or not Vaska had managed to actually place Ognian on a leash, for even when he was sick or tired, it was never to the point that his hand did not reach for her. Nor had the presence of their children kept her safe from the smoldering look and possessive tracing. Even her laugh, bright and merry, sent a jolt of electricity along his spine. Loralei was lucky that the brute took his responsibilities as a father and leader seriously, or she would be minding the children at that very moment. There was a few jabs between the three of them, as the noise seemed to do the trick in uplifting their spirits. Occasionally highlighted by an interjection of the young ones. This helped the trek seem less a quest for civilization, and more like a walk through the backyard. -- It was a few hours later, that keen amber eyes would spot figures in the distance. The sun's glare reflecting off steel, and it would be Natalia that would count them aloud. Pleased that she knew her numbers, if not a bit curious as to what this might mean. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five," squinting as she did, fingertip jabbing at the air as she did so. Uncertain what manner of people they may be, and prepared for the worst.. Ognian hefted the great mace from his back, large enough that lesser men would have taken both hands to lift. For him it was akin to a club, although an ugly thing of iron and spikes, meant for smashing and breaking bones. "Good eye, 'Lia," as he was aware of the tightening of her hand in his.

Vaska:
After hours of walking through silent desert, it was almost a wonder for Vaska to become aware of her daughter's counting. Why, she didn't know, and her heart slowly sank as blue eyes narrowed in on the figures closing the distance between them. Her gaze moved to Ognian, who was still exhausted after he and his dragon expended so much energy to keep them safe, to the small figure of her daughter. The one upon her back joined in, unable to count as well, and instead began to yell numbers that he was aware of off the top of his head. "Ten! Twelve! Four!" The mighty axe within her hand was hefted into better grip and a smile was passed to Vasili. "You're so smart. Remember what I taught you about when I run?" He nodded. "Keep my head down." - "Good job! I'm so proud of you." Wary and prepared to protect her family, the blonde devil shifted closer to her husband to better defend his back.

Loralei:
Loralei had seen them. Feet broke through the sand as her frame sought to catch up with the two who continually trudged forward, the snakes attached to her belt leaking blood onto the pelt that rest across swell of hips. It was wise to remember not to call out her family's names - she'd gone through rigorous training to only reveal what was necessary at any given time. When she finally came to their sides, she puffed out a word of warning, only to see that the little one held up five fingers, just finishing counting out the number herself--it was good that she'd caught it! Perhaps she'd have to teach her hunting? Her pace quickened until dark gaze could look over the faces of Ognian and Vaska. "I'm here for you." The only words out of many that were given, for within them held the loyalty the Helvalurian carried for these two alone. For now, her attention was on the approaching figures... and keeping an eye on the sides of them, not wanting to be surrounded.

the White Howlers:
It was a hunting party that was searching for the elusive but worthy prize of Needleback. A creature that often burrowed underground to avoid predators, and often could grow to be the size of a bull if sufficiently fed. It resembled a porcupine as it too had a coat of sharp spines, or quills, to ward off those that got too close. The quills themselves were slender as needles and possessed a paralyzing/numbing agent that could be used for various purposes. But it's ears were larger and erect to better hear it's surroundings, as it's eyes were quite small and often blind from the rub of sand. The teeth were as sharp and powerful as a hatchet, and many hunters if not careful had lost a limb to it's jaws. But the tender meat was a pleasant change in pace from snake or bird. As the party was detected by the group, so too did they take note of them. It was Brona that opted to continue the approach at a steady pace, but to be prepared for trouble. As without the Needleback, the celebration would be spoiled. Besides, while certain that her strength could win her the desired prize -- it would sweeten the event to provide for Traherne as well, to prove her prowess as a hunter. She was not alone in this assessment, as others were attempting the same feat. It was her kin that supported her chances, flanked by brothers and cousins she would be the first to call out a greeting to what appeared to be three adults and a girl child.

Ognian:
Natalia was surprised to see that it was in fact people that were approaching, garbed in leather and furs as they were. Although uncertain just what sort of animal had produced the materials, as she hadn't seen anything but snakes or birds. Or maybe they just didn't know where to look. Although young, she instinctively understood the reactions of her parents and Loralei to be prepared for a battle. It was a harsh world she had stemmed from, and an even harsher world that they found themselves in. Little shoulders remained squared, unafraid of what the encounter may bring as she was a Red Talon. Five of them? They should call for backup. Ognian would have laughed if he knew what his daughter had been thinking, but alas did not possess the ability to read minds. But he did take note that she wasn't cowering, and matched his steps to best of her ability. A grunt was afforded to Vaska and Loralei, acknowledging that they were with him for peace or conflict. The tension in his shoulders not subsiding when the greeting was given by what could either be a hunting or a scouting party. The group wisely still at a shouting distance, although closing in all the while. Ognian returned the greeting, somewhat relieved that he could at least understand them. It became clear that a woman led four men, judging by their spears and nets it was a hunting party.

Vaska:
The blonde stepped in close to her husband's side, where her daughter stood walking proudly, taking care not to draw attention. Her son, however, was as keen as his sister, and had learned from an early age that unless given express permission, were to remain silent in the presence of others they didn't know--especially now that they were in this new world. Vasili could sense the tense air that surrounded all of the adults and his little heart made his mouth open to whisper loud enough for only their group to hear them. "Are we going to have to be brave?" Vaska smiled despite the gravity of their potential situation and turned her head to speak with the small one resting on her strength. He was so beautiful. So smart and sweet. "Yes. We're going to be very brave and very quiet until we figure out what they want. Okay?" A grin broke over his face and his chin lowered to plop on her shoulder. "Okay, momma. I will be quiet." Gods, she loved her children.

Loralei:
Loralei was as wary as Ognian and Vaska, but had refrained from drawing her weapons and instead rest palms over each simple pommel. It could easily be seen as cocky, but in her mind, she didn't need them until it was time to defend herself. As the others drew closer did dark gaze look over each of their members and recognize, as the brute did, that they were a simple hunting party, armed with spears and nets intended to catch larger prey. So there were things like that in this desert? It was definitely something she'd hoped to glean off of the strangers just what it was they hunted for so she could keep an eye out too... because these children, and especially Vaska, needed to eat more than just snakes, rats, and scorpions. It wasn't a healthy diet.

the White Howlers:
It was evident that the unknown party ahead was weary of their intentions, which Brona could not fault them for. The Dread Wastes had it's fill of cutthroats and warlords, there was no telling who you might meet along the way. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of them either, as only the man and the girl shared hair color, which brought along the assumption of relation. Nor did she recognize the red paint upon their skin, as the markings were different than those seen thus far. "Have you seen any Needleback tracks?" opting to state their business, even as she began to notice that the male was all but dead on his feet. The sun and sand was treacherous, did they not have water on such an excursion into the wilds? Perhaps they were on their way to Shekh Drivo? It wasn't uncommon for travelers or exiles to seek aid there. A fine time for it, given the upcoming celebration. "Are you heading to Shekh Drivo?" desiring to be at least moderately helpful, because of the young one.

Ognian:
There was an inaudible curse, disliking the fact that his wife felt the need to ease closer in this instance. He was far too weak for true combat, but at least could appear intimidating enough to make most reconsider their position. But as the group drew closer, it was a friendly tone of an inquiring nature and not threatening behavior. It was clear that the five hunters were from either the same tribe or family, as their hair was white as snow. There was some distinguishing between them, as the woman had decorative braids, beads and feathers. While the men had either half shaven parts or trinkets woven into thicker braids. The paint about their skin was blue, and the symbols seemed strange. It was clear they were drawn for the same reason that the Red Talons did theirs. "We have seen snakes and scorpions, the occasional bird.. but I am unclear on what a Needleback is," opting for honesty rather than being unpleasant. "Nor do we know of Shekh Drivo," his voice was hoarse from the need of water, but no less masculine despite his ignorance. "Do you have water for the young ones?" not wishing for his children to suffer for the sake of pride. One of the men took a waterskin from his hip and passed his spear to the female leader, before coming forward to extend it the first person to intercept. "May your ancestors smile upon you," giving thanks, in a traditional form of gratitude and greeting/farewell for Ognian's people.

Vaska:
It was unfortunate for Ognian that Vaska was protective of her family. Had a fight initiated, she'd have thrown down with them as fiercely as a wild cat in the jungle. However, now that they were approaching and appeared amicable, her guard relaxed only enough to stand and listen to what they had to say. Her eyes cut toward her friend and then back to the group, confused as to what a Needleback was, but assuming it was a creature that they were hunting. The choice of words always broke her heart where the brute was concerned - he was a fantastic father and always cared for their little ones, just as she did... so when the man stepped forth to hand over the skin, she was the one to step out from the side, hand extending to take the waterskin and draw back into a kneel, mighty axe's head being shoved into the sand in favor of removing Vasili from his place. The temporary relief of his heat sent shivers up her spine, but her smile was sweet to her small ones. "Come here," She crooned to both in voice hoarse and raspy in itself, but not as badly as Ognian's. She'd take turns to carefully funnel water into thirsty mouth's and not spill a drop for once those bellies were satisfied, it was closed and returned. "Thank you." Her appreciation was merely an echo for the gratitude already given, taking care to place her baby back into place against strong spine. As she did not know where they spoke of, face screwed up a fraction while popping in her two cents. "It sounds like an interesting place, that's for certain."

Loralei:
A Needleback? Fine brows dipped in thought as the entire exchange between the groups went uncommented by the brunette. Instead lips formed into a frown, dark gaze cutting to brother and sister, and then back to Brona. "I found tracks when I was hunting for food that I'd never seen before." Loralei offered up, sensing a sort of trade here--they gave them information and water, she'd help them find the beast they so craved to find. "I'll show you where they were and help you hunt if you take us to Shekh Drivo." A proposition offered in friendly tones, hand lifting to idly wipe away mahogany strands from where they stuck to the sweat on her face. The other woman appeared quite capable even when she was surrounded by those who were similar to kin. A warrior for sure. Her smile was easy and it eased the tension as best it could in hopes to gain good graces. This may not be agreeable with the last of the Red Talons, but in their current predicament, this was their best chance at survival that they've had yet. Probably the only one. She'd be damned if she was going to let it pass them by.

the White Howlers:
It has been Krell that came forward to share his waterskin, realizing that it was a small family that they had found. It was apparent that they were lost, and from some distant shore as their furs were unlike any they had ever seen. Their leather armor was as well. The youngest of the group, but a man in the eyes of the tribe, Krell smiled at the beautiful blonde woman as she gave first one child and then the other water before attempting to return the waterskin. "No, you three must be thirsty as well. There is enough to share," keeping the waterskin aloft for the woman to take again. Brona had nodded at the words of the large male in thought, before arching an eyebrow at the brunette who mentioned seeing tracks and sought to make a deal. It was enough to make her, and her kin laugh. Rich, hearty sounds that was devoid of malice. "You help us with the Needleback, and we'll do more than take you to Shekh Drivo. We'll make sure you to find you accommodations and bring you to the feast," Brona was in a good mood, which was evident by her smile. A nudge was given to the taller male beside her, "You must be hungry as well.. Let us eat something before finding the Needleback." At her words, Marrok would slip a pack from his shoulder and begin to hand out dried strips of meat. "I am Brona," indicating herself, then the others in turn, "This is my older brother Marrok, my younger brother Krell, my cousins Nevan and Velar."

Ognian:
The simple request had been met with no signs of judgment or irritation, if anything the young man who was identified as Krell seemed happy to be of service. But that could be due to the lovely features of Vaska.. A deal was struck between Loralei and Brona, which left little room for Ognian to interject, so he kept his concerns to himself. Soon water and jerky was being passed around, so that all could gain a little more strength. "I am Ognian, this is my wife Vaska. Our children Natalia and Vasili. And my blood sister, Loralei," unsure if they had similar ties among their kind, but would never shame the position that the noblewoman had earned among the Red Talons. "We have journeyed far to find a new home. We are the last of our tribe, the Red Talons," there was both pride and sorrow in this information. Natalia had smiled at the teenage boy who had given them water, and murmured her own gratitude. She was relieved when more water, and even some food was shared. Perhaps they would sleep comfortably that night, instead of the scratchy sand? Ognian accepted the water when it was passed to him, taking a few necessary swigs before chewing on the tough meat.

Vaska:
If there were any indication that her features were the reason that more was shared, Vaska didn't see it. She'd grown to be a warrior from her time as a bumbling mage, and had learned to take kindness as a rare gift, and not spit on it. So when he offered it back did her features light in a smile, sky blue eyes lighting with the gesture. "Thank you again." Gratefully she took several sips from the water before pushing it into Ognian's hands in a subtle, worried manner, but the love she held for him appeared in the dimples that poked on her cheeks when he introduced them. "It's a pleasure to meet you." It was then that Vasili interjected, his mouth full of meat, to have the strangers finally take notice of him from over his mother's shoulder. "I'm Vasili!" Tiny hand came from around her neck, waving madly, interrupting patient woman who carefully bit into food. "I'm this many!" Four fingers were extended and wiggled in a proud manner even while Vaska bit her cheek to keep from laughing. Her beautiful baby boy. "Eat your food." With a dutiful pip, he returned to eating, spilling pieces without a doubt all over sweat drenched skin.

Loralei:
The laughter at her bargain almost broke the friendly smile, but once they offered more, she laughed, too. If helping hunt a creature was all she needed to do, then Loralei was all in--and when Ognian introduced her as his blood sister, internally she was touched. There was hardly such a need for him to refer to her that way that it made fist come up to collide in friendly manner with his arm. This was also an attempt to try and steer his attention away from the grief that threatened to consume him over the loss of his entire tribe. His family... "It's nice to meet you, Brona, Marrok, Krell, Nevan, and Velar." Her head and eyes were directed at owner of name to aid in learning the face that belonged to each. The food and water that were offered were taken with a nod of silent thanks, sipping only what she needed and returning it to whomever claimed it first. Before taking a bite, right hand rose to indicate the direction she'd seen the odd tracks in. "I saw them just over those two hills there. We're in with the Gods for the wind is all but dead." Which meant the tracks would still be semi-clear enough to follow, once she learned how to properly track these buggers.

the White Howlers:
It was clear that the children were a big hit with the hunting party, especially the one known as Krell. He accommodated their difference in height by squatting, and obligingly allowed the touching of his hair or leathers whenever curiosity got the better of them. Brona led the conversation among the adults, there had been a expression of sympathy over the loss of their tribe, but had switched the subject to their surroundings. Providing an idea of where on the small continent that they were, and some of the surrounding area. And when they had finished eating and resting, would have Loralei lead them towards the tracks. Krell remained behind with Ognian, Vaska and the children. It was unsaid, but insurance that the party would return and that there was still an additional individual to stand guard over the family. Brona walked beside Loralei, similar in height and little more muscular in legs and arms. But she seemed at least to be of good intentions.

Loralei:
Loralei felt no reservations walking off into the desert with the folks of this world. It was not that she was overly confident in her abilities, but generally due to the fact that Ognian and Vaska would make them bleed should they return without her--a warming notion--and also the way they'd handled the children with patience. It seemed they were blessed with luck, something the Helvalurian woman was unused to having, and figured that somewhere in the future something bad was going to happen. With those thoughts aside, she led them over the slopes with an ease that spoke she was used to traversing deserts. The entire time they walked was conversation engaged in low tones, knowing better than to speak too loudly when on the hunt, chocolate hues narrowed on the ground. That was strange... there were newer, fresher prints, heading in the opposite direction... and this was pointed out, had it not been seen already. "How do you hunt these creatures?" Came soft whisper while looking the way the tracks led.

the White Howlers:
Pausing as the tracks began to reveal themselves, Marrok would crouch to take a closer look at the prints. Tracing with pointer finger, so that Loralei could better see that the paw print was almost as big as human hand. "The Needleback is similar to a rat, only very large," the man's voice was like gravel, but not entirely unpleasant. It was Nevan and Velar that stretched their arms out to demonstrate how big an average one could be. "It's covered in quills, which can cause paralysis and hallucinations. Too much exposure can be deadly," a valid warning, which was important for when they found it, "Their teeth are also very big and sharp enough to slice through bone."  It was Brona that interjected now, "It is difficult to track them at times, as the wind can wipe away their tracks. But with these clear tracks, we can find where it's chosen to burrow and kill it."

Loralei:
A needled rat that could bite off extremities. Riveting. Even while internally groaning at what she'd gotten in to, she studied the prints to burn them into memory, not wanting to become a victim of ignorance in the future. "They burrow in the sand? Typical. Wouldn't want one of those quills through my foot." Leather was strong, but with her weight bearing down on a pinpoint thin needle, well... it would definitely make a bad day worse. "Is the back vulnerable, or is the underbelly the point of attack?" Both of which would be difficult to hit. Loralei did grin at the lot and settle hands upon the grips of each blade. "Let's find and kill this creature you seek." As the tracks were fairly easy to follow. Would this creature be intelligent enough to use deception? Some things to think on as carefully feet carried her over loose terrain, taking great care as she would when hunting for wild game in both forest and plains. The tracks led the group several yards, dipping this way and that, showing signs of attempted digging, only to give up on the area and walk away with loss of interest... and at last, the tracks stopped, leaving nothing but silence and the subtle dip in sand. The real question was: was it still there?

the White Howlers:
"Do not worry about your foot, it burrows deep enough that you will not accidentally step on it," Brona was quick to assure, even as they began to follow the fresher tracks. There was no breeze or wind to speak of at this time, so the tracks were clear and undisturbed. An easy trail to be sure, but all the same their volume notably dropped to quieter tones. "If you can manage to get past the quills, you're in luck. But it's best to hobble it and go for the underbelly or throat," Marrok would advise, hefting the spear from shoulder as they neared the end of the tracks. A collective silence fell over the group, and they broke apart to form a circle around where the prints had ended, evenly spaced apart. Brona made a gesture of their intention to strike the ground with their spears to lure the beast to the surface, which would be flushed towards Loralei for a killing strike with her swords. Once certain everyone was ready, the group began to jab the ground simultaneously, cruelly and forcibly. After a few seconds there was a  high pitched screeching, and the sand erupted as a creature the size of a large boar broke the surface in a spitting fury. The spines upon back were upright and rigid, making it invincible to typical attack. As expected, it began to barrel straight towards Loralei.

Loralei:
Quiet fell among the group the closer they made to the spot. The plan was clear; they'd lure the beast out by making it angry, and it'd spring at the first thing it saw - her. With a nod hands drew twin blades, Ochieng and Chausiku from their persistent rest on each swell of hips, the familiar weight enough to ground her in this moment. With no prior knowledge as to how this creature would attack, Loralei would have to depend on her reflexes and quick wit--something that she and her brother shared in spades. Right blade was pointed skyward, while the left was held downward, form lowering in a slight bend of the knees, completely at the ready. One could say she was prepared for the moment when the creature emerged, hissing and spitting its fury, points upon its back standing in threatening display as it charged. She'd offer no comment because in that moment she was surprised. Never in her life had something so strange appeared. But this would not interfere with the plan, no, not in the slightest. Rolling from balls of feet, the storm rushed forward to meet her prey, pommel of skyward blade falling once dangerous teeth were within range to take a bite out of her, seeking to slam into its skull. In that same moment, the blade below was twisted and came upward, the bite of sword aiming to cleave through the tender flesh of neck with the aid of hit to slice its head clean off. That was her intention... and if she failed it, she was certain to pay the price for her mistake.

the White Howlers:
It was larger than the average Needleback, and was on the defense at the first threatening object it could see. Arguably it was as big as a wild boar she might have hunted back in Diamar, but wider in girth -- although difficult to tell with the extended quills. Fast upon it's feet with the charge that would have ended in either teeth ripping flesh and bone, or the painful puncture of needles. Only for the world to go sideways as something hard cracked it's skull mere centimeters from the offensive stretch of leg, and then a sharper steel tooth sliced through the vulnerable neck with enough force to sever bone in a clean stroke that sent a still spitting head rolling into the sand. The body moving another step or two to the side, before keeling over. An excited whoop circled the hunting party at the easy kill, Marrok going as far as to clap her shoulder in companionship. But then a second form burst from the sand, only a few inches smaller than the first. It was Brona who's quick reaction would spare her brother, spear jabbed deep between the gaping jaws of fury until the point came out the skull. What good fortune! There were two Needlebacks for the feast (there would be others from other contenders, but who could boast two?). "Well done, Loralei. With the proper preparation, which I will share with you, if you're interested.. we will eat like kings," Brona smiled brightly, as she ripped the spear free from the carcass.

Loralei:
Everything that had been visualized had come to fruition; the spitting head of beast rolled across the sand, the spray of warm blood decorating sun-kissed flesh in its crimson touch, leaving her appearing wounded. None of that mattered as her frame straigthened, the clap of palm against shoulder friendly, reminding her of the Red Talons. A wistful smile curled her lips--only to fade as head whipped around to face the new threat, only for the one who welcomed her in a sense was saved by Brona. This group already was growing on the Helvalurian. "That was quite a rush," She admitted, attention returning to the kill she'd made. "I'm ready to get this thing ready to be eaten. Ognian, Vaska, 'sili and 'lia need food. Much more than snakes and scorpions." Loving blades were cleansed of blood and sheathed over each hip, steel glittering in the sunlight, and a frown tugged her features then as the area was observed for any more signs of life. Had these two been mates? "If these quill are dangerous, are they to be removed now or later? I don't want to chance the young ones harming themselves on them."

the White Howlers:
Brona and her kin were obviously impressed with Loralei's quick reactions, and willingness to aid their hunt in exchange just for a safe place for the remnants of her tribe. It was honorable to put forth the needs of the others, before your own. If they continue to prove that they were what she saw, Brona was already considering inviting them into their own clan. An able warrior or hunter was always welcomed, and the fresh blood would strengthen their line. It was a thought, not an offer she'd make lightly, and hopefully it'd be more appealing to the brunette when she had earned the hand of Traherne. For who wouldn't want to be claimed as kin by the queen of the White Howlers? "There will be plenty of meat and other things at our hearth to fill their bellies," Marrok promised, his eyes not straying from the beauty of Loralei's face. Brona had caught the sheen of admiration in his gaze, and would support him if he thought to take action in trying to woo the woman. "The quills are useful, worth the risk of pricking to return with them," Brona explained, while Nevan and Velar were rolling the larger cautiously in a tarp before securing it in one of the nets.

Loralei:
All of Brona's thoughts would have given Loralei honor. To simply be given the offer to join their ranks after the loss of their world would be a healing salve upon her heart. One that was not as distraught or broken as Ognian's... and likely a reason she would accept. He was a family man and with only a piece of his tribe left, would require others to pass on the knowledge of his ancestors and the ways of his own people. He would never push them on others and any who liked it were able to accept. While Marrock took in the natural beauty of the barbarian woman, her attention was on Brona and the kills they'd made, watching how carefully each was rolled and put into a net. "They would be useful for arrows." Imagine not only that hitting their mark, but the paralyzing agent taking away strength and leaving its victim vulnerable for any beast to claim it. When finished, she turned back the way they came, squinting at the light of the day that had climbed high and slowly receded toward the line of the desert. With a toss of mahogany locks over one broad shoulder, she opted to either help drag their meals, or lead the way back to her awaiting family, wanting to show them what she'd managed to help catch for their dinner.

the White Howlers:
Brona gave an encouraging nod at Loralei's quick understanding of the different ways they used the quills venom. For on occasion there was need when it came to war or hunting, to turn the tide in their favor. The brothers did short work of repeating the same caution in wrapping the second corpse in another tarp and net, a troublesome task but one they had done many times before. Evident by the fact they neither would be pricked in the process. Quite suddenly there was a series of forlorn squeaks as three Needleback pups crawled out of the sand, when neither parent returned. They were the size of forearm, with pink and wrinkly skin that had not yet grown it's quills. Their bellies round from good eating, and their eyes squinting feebly at the bright sun. "Ho ho, that is rare indeed," Brona would pluck one from the ground by the rolls of neck to further inspect. It was so ugly, that it was cute. "A gift for you and your family, I've heard they can be domesticated," handing over the one in her grasp to Loralei, to free her hands to collect the other two in a sack that would also be given when she was ready. "Our grandfather said that their milk is sweet," Marrok added, as the weight of the mother was hefted easily once the net was secured with the hook that had been attached to spear. Despite being wrapped, he had no desire to be pricked on accident. Nevan and Velar would do the same with the father, as it was swung in suspension on the two spears between them. Once everyone was ready, Brona would lead them alongside Loralei to rejoin the others.

Loralei:
All of their tricks to prevent themselves from being pricked were observed. There was so much to learn from these beings that it was valuable time spent in hunting with them and indentifying the homes of these creatures -- especially if she wanted to feed her family. The sudden warbling squeaks of displeasure met her ears and from the sands emerged the babies, afraid and looking for their parents, not understanding why they'd left in the first place. When handed over both arms sought to curl and hold the little thing in against her chest (after observing for any beginnings of quills) and a smile curved her lips. "I don't think I'd mind such a creature following me. It is as fierce as any lion." Perhaps Vasili and Natalia would enjoy these little things too? "I have yet to try the milk, but if some were shared, I would indulge in it." If the sack was offered Loralei would take it and carefully sling it over shoulder, back to the group which awaited their return. -- When she caught sight of her family did a smile grace her lips, the little Needleback within the curve of arm sleeping soundly after giving so much fuss at a scent it didn't recognize. Gave a little wave and her pace quickened, bringing her back to her brother's and sister's sides. "We were successful in our hunt. These things are hard to find and vicious, but they'll be delicious once they're prepared and cooked. There's also plenty to eat. For all of us." A side eye was granted Ognian and Vaska at that, a twinkle of knowing within dark brown depths.

the White Howlers:
It did not take them long to be reunited with Loralei's family and Krell. The teenage male had been playing with the children, teaching them a hand slapping game that was popular among those in Shekh Drivo. A game that started in childhood and continued through adulthood, becoming more complicated and occasionally violent depending on those involved (and whether or not alcohol was nearby). Krell had been careful not to hurt their hands in the process, instead teaching them the early stages that would make it easier for them to befriend the other children. The rhyming scheme was also part of the fun, which they picked up even quicker than the slap part. There was evident relief in Ognian's shoulders when Loralei reappeared, and the hunting seemed to have been victorious. Natalia was interested in the creature snug in her arms, and would walk beside her as the group was led towards the promise of sanctuary. Krell was excited by the results of the hunt, although wishing he could have shared in on the experience, he was just as happy to stand watch over their new friends. There would be other hunts, although likely not as fortunate. Two adults, and three pups? What were the odds? The short period of rest and refreshment had been good for Ognian, as it provided the strength needed for the quick pace to reach their host's city before nightfall. The sun already beginning to dip low, as they pasted through the fortified gates that had been erected between a cleft between the natural wall of rock. A well worn trail leading them past a large pool of fresh water, with vibrant green trees baring fruit hugging it's edges. It was the first signs of true life they had witnessed since coming, and it stirred a sensation of awe and hope within the barbarian's heart. Torch light would guide them forward, past curious onlookers at the strangers and the haul, who occasionally called out in greeting or jest to their guides. But it gave time to get the idea that the White Howlers had made a secure home within the valley encircled by rock. There were several pitched tents along the path, where a choice was given for who you desired to do trade with (blacksmith, fletcher, weaver, etc). And large buildings of rock that had been painstakingly carved to be inhabitable. It was towards the south rock face itself that they went, away from the main throng of tents to a series of doorways with decorative doors to denote ownership (spaced reasonably apart to permit adequate living space.) It was through a door that had been covered in the bones of small creatures into a delicate picture of the sun rising over the gates -- a testament to detail and patience, that they were ushered. The main room was refreshingly cool, even though it was lit by a fire at it's center (that served both to be the main source of light and to cook with), which reflected off crystal and glass that had been suspended along the ceiling to ensure no accident would be met with a dark corner. The ground was quite smooth underfoot, and felt quite nice after days spent on shifting sand. There were a few figures by the fire, who called out in greeting to their returning children only to be surprised by the additions. It was a woman, appearing to be in her sixties that approached -- faced lined by wisdom and nose scarred by combat. She was still quite handsome in appearance, hair in a single thick plait that weighed heavily upon back as it was almost to her knees. Brona embraced her warmly, and introduced her in turn to their guests as her mother Jura. Jura hugged her other children even as a warm welcome was given to Loralei and company, but it was the children that received the kindest treatment. Taking their hands in a grandmotherly fashion to lead them to the fire, where a hearty stew awaited them.

Vaska & Loralei:
The resting period had refreshed Vaska as well, who may not be as exhausted as Ognian, but had been worn down in her own way. Vasili was like a weight that only grew heavier beneath the sun, and while she gladly and proudly carried her boy, was always enough to make her sleep first when they made camp. Loralei smiled at her family and with free hand would show little 'Lia the baby creature that rest in the crook of her arm and explain to her that she and her brother would have one, but only if their parents approved. That meant taking care of chores, being good, doing as told--all things the two already excelled at--and sent a mischievous smile the parent's way. The blonde she-devil's response was to scrunch her nose at how weird they appeared. Her babies would be playing with those? Most was forgotten as the group made fast pace over dunes toward a place that stirred awe and joy deep within breast; trees with fruit, water, people. All the hopelessness that had unknowingly built up slowly ebbed away into a quiet understanding that thankfully they were not alone. They could join this family, maybe, and become part of something again. Loralei's elbow sought to bump in with Ognian's and give a little grin, one that likely only he would understand. It would be Vasili that would squeal with delight and suddenly become a worm upon his mother's back. "LOOK!" Little fingers pointed at... well, just about everything. "THIS IS SO COOL! Mom! Can we go swimming?" At which the woman laughed and played his his feet. "No, it's too late. Tomorrow if we are lucky." The whine that would have been received became a fit of giggles; just in time, too, for them to approach the tent that Brona led them to. Vaska removed Vasili from her back so that he would walk while the brunette hung back a bit to continue taking it all in. She wouldn't fall behind, mind you, but it was a lovely place. Stepping into the home did she greet the grandmother in a way of the Red Talons, as did Vaska - and when the grandmother took the small boy's hand, he grinned in a way reminiscent of his aunt. "You're all hurt," He commented. "Those are cool. Mom and dad have those too." Her darling, sweet little boy...

Ognian:
Ognian had spoke little during the time of rest, and even less during the trek to Shekh Drivo. He was far weaker than would ever be comfortable to admit and it was humbling to rely so heavily upon Vaska and Loralei to be the enforcers if things should go south. He worried what their tentative friends and hosts thought of him. But he was concerned more with how his family viewed him. A curious glance had been given to the Needleback pup that was cradled in his blood sister's arm, it was an ugly thing but Natalia seemed enchanted. The bump of elbow was suffered with a small grin of his own. Things were looking up, weren't they? Upon reaching the city gates and being granted entry into the natural fortification beyond, Ognian could not help but praise their genius on the location. He did not understand much of the land yet, despite its similarities to Helvalur -- were the weather patterns the same? did warlords traverse the land? was there famine? It was notably cooler in the shade of the rock, but this was partly due to the dipping of the sun in the west. But there was ample light between natural and torch light to see the large pool of water, fruit laden trees and the people. So many people. If he had been young, jaw would have dropped in amazement. Ognian had almost forgotten that so many people could share the same space, as the Gloom had taken away so much before their departure. Natalia's hand squeezing his with excitement, refraining from speaking aloud as she just drank in the view. At the far side of the small valley, a notable distance from what was surely the louder parts, Brona led them to a decorative door that would be inspected at a later hour. Once past the threshold the children were swept away to the fire by an older woman that bore a striking resemblance to their guide, and with  understanding, they were shown the washroom. The cool stone of the counter felt nice beneath palms, as auburn head dipped low to submerge face in the cold water of the basin. It was refreshing, near invigorating, and before drowning could be a concern of Vaska's, head lifted to favor a look of those golden eyes at her.

the White Howlers:
Brona smiled at the weary couple, knowing they wouldn't be comfortable leaving their children unattended while they had the luxury of a bath. "If you pull that lever there, the water comes through this spout. It'll fill the tub quickly, and these rocks beneath will keep it hot. And then you can pull this lever, and the water will drain," providing simple instructions as she pointed, knowing that it'd be Vaska who'd remember. There were plenty of towels, wash rags, soap and other grooming utensils on the rock slab that served as a counter. "I'll get you a change of clothes, and we can wash those tomorrow morning.." assuming they'd have attachment to their belongings, which were only dirty and not ready to be turned into scraps. "We can find something for the children," assuring them both, and once Ognian gave a nod, would retreat to afford them privacy by closing the door behind her. The room remained lit with candlelight and ingenious use of reflective surfaces. Selecting two different shifts of softer leather and cloth from her belongings, that were scarcely worn as they were deemed for special occasion only, Brona would set them aside for Vaska and Loralei to use for the night. It was Uncle Thom that had a lioncloth for Ognian, and one of Seryn's shifts that might be a little long in the leg for Natalia. Vasili could easily runaround naked or a thin shawl could be arranged for him as a lioncloth as well. These things were brought and placed upon a stool next to the washroom door. During this time, Loralei had been coaxed close to the fire herself for a meal with the children.