Tomo was still at the edge of the diving board and lost in her own flustered thoughts when another person joined her at the pool. However it was only when he spoke that she realized her was there. Startled out of her thoughts, she jumped on accident with a soft sound of surprised. Of course when she jumped in surprised, she actually jumped into the pool. The crash of water around her was enough to shock her out of her own thoughts. Breaking the surface with a gasp she was able to swim over to an edge of the pool. Her dark long hair still partially in the water even when it was up in a tie, her uniform swimwear, she looked like a regular dollish Japanese girl. But those lavender eyes, glazed and misty, forever unseeing, they only helped build up the illusion of her be a doll instead of a real girl. Pulling herself onto land, she stood and tilted her head, pulling her hair over one shoulder.
"I apologize," she said in her polite way, even though she was not facing the boy, "Usually I am not so easy to startle. I thought I was alone." Head still tilted, she listened intently. Finally she was able to figure out the direction to face. She smiled, if a bit shyly, and gave a graceful bow in greeting towards his direction. "Oh, my name is Tomohina Mizukimura and I'm a second year," holding herself a bit more guarded but poised even for a girl in a swimsuit. Speaking of, she flushed a bit, both hands still preoccupying themselves with ringing out her hair, just so her arms could block her chest. It was a protective thing, but then again she always found it a bit embarrassing to be so...bare in front of people she didn't know. Yet she stood more calmly than she really felt. It was practice that helped her maintain facades more than the average girl. But then again she had been trained from a young age to always appear pleasant and refined.
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Hi all! It's Ana back from the void. I had some pretty intense months IRL, but the witch is back and ready to brew up a wonderful little story haha~ Here are my terms for OnexOne, dearlings~ Look it over and let's see if our tastes can create a lovely RP feast for you and me!
Length:
Medium causal to low advanced. I am a bit carnivorous and need a good bit of meat in the posts I get from my partners. Don't let me go hungry, huhuhu~
Like wise, I shall try to feed you with, at the very least posts of two and a half paragraphs in length or more. It's all about give and take, right~?
Mature Topics:
I can do smut and cursing, but let's try to keep it classy? I have a little brother on this site and I'd be mortified for him to find anything that isn't at least trying to be creative in word choice. Plus there are so many ways to keep things interesting and detailed without being crass or vulgar.
And while we are on the topic, I also feel that my mature RPs should be done with 18 and older roleplayers. Same goes with characters: 18 and older, preferably in the 20s, or nothing more than love fluff. You get Angel Food cake, you hear? Only 18 and up get to have Devil's Food.
And Romance doesn't have to be sappy. It can be that they hate each other in the beginning, but have attraction. Maybe they stay enemies. Maybe they unite but still don't trust one another. And maybe she is a hellion and he is cool calm and collected. Or maybe they both have bad tempers. There are so many possibilities! Romance doesn't always mean sappy fluff, but can include dark and more twisted passion. Huhuhu~ That's why there is a 'mature 18+ rating' on the door. ;P
Historical Topics:
Many, if not all, of my RPs involve some sort of historical quality. While I am no history buff, I like things to be believable. Call me nit picky and strict, but I don't like my Vikings calling my Heroine "babe" or "chick". It's odd and jars me right out of the RP.
Have Courage, Dearlings:
I won't bite you. :P I know I may seem strict on what I want, but this is just so we can both get what we want out of RP. If it isn't working, let's not be afraid to say so. Nothing is more painful than trying to feign interest in something you just are not interested in. Let's agree to talk to each other. Compromise and communication can solve many things. I am always open to suggestions once we agree on something to start with. OOC chat threads were made just for these kinds of things. So let's be friendly, yea? :3
One Final Thing:
I am looking to play the female character. I am looking for MY female character to be paired with a male character. I only clarify this because there have been misunderstandings in the past and it got reeeeeal awkward.
And so there is no confusion, I feel I must state it plainly somewhere in my current request: I would like to be the main female character. Thank you very much~ ;3
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It just something that can't be helped~ He's just so outgoing and cheerful compared to what she'd used to. It really is like the moon wanting to be closer with the sun. It's not her fault, honest.
And I accept the challenge *eyes gleam* Kawaii Kaori vs Shibui Tomo GO!
And I accept the challenge *eyes gleam* Kawaii Kaori vs Shibui Tomo GO!
Lady killers, the lot of them, those foreigners XD
Tomohina Mizukimura listened intently on that Saturday afternoon. She was once again alone, but that seemed to be more the fault of her blindness than anything else. It took time, she found, to make friends. Most seeing people could con jour up more interactions once they saw someone they recognized from class. Unfortunately by the time she heard voices she recognized, they had wandered off and too far away for her to reach. Though on the up side, she was making extreme progress in memorizing the general layout of the school and its more important landmarks. She smiled to herself, reveling in the small victory.
Another boon was also this place. The outdoor swimming pool. The swim club had finally finished its use for the vast cool waters and it was a prefect sunny day. In her modest school uniformed swimsuit, her rather delicate frame actually looked a bit more womanly than her usual attire led most to believe. Soft and still growing into her curves, she was actually less fragile looking for once. Standing at the edge of the pool, perfectly alone, she listened as the wind swept down and pushed on the water.
Was she allowed to be out here? Well from eight in the morning to eight at night she was technically allowed, though she wasn't quiet sure what restrictions they placed on blind students. She was blind, it wasn't like she didn't have arms and legs to swim. And even students with out limbs could swim, she was sure. There was a girl in the swim club with legs after all. Stretching up she sighed happily. It felt good to not be so restricted by clothing. Making sure her long hair was still up in its ponytail she felt a foot at the edge of the deep side.
How did she know it was the deep end? Easy. It was the farthest side of the pool and had a diving board. Oh. That was a good idea! She climbed up onto the diving board and edged her way out onto the tip. This was exhilarating! She had never been allowed on a diving board before. Her toes curled over the edge and her sightless eyes stared blankly down at the water. Grinning with excitement, she could feel her heart racing with fear and anticipation. Bouncing up and down slightly, she let out nervous giggles of exhilaration. This was terrifying! Letting out a high shout of terror and excitement she leapt forwards off the board.
It was confusing, to be so without hold in the world around you for those split seconds you were up in the air. Then her feet touched the water, her arms straight above her head. Holding her breath, she shot straight down in the deep cool water. Silence. Only the sound of bubbles tickling the water around her, lessening the deeper she sank. The feeling of panic as she floated in complete darkness, touching nothing but the weak willed water that surrounded her. Terror, panic, all so disorienting.
Then, when she felt like her lungs were about to burst from the need for air, she shot straight up. Breaking the surface, she gasped and panted for air, letting out breathless, reckless laughs as she fought to breathe. Raising herself up to float on her back, she laughed softly. That was terrifying! Closing her eyes she floated peaceful on top of the water, sounds deafened and blocked by the clear coolness that held her up. The sun hit her and she felt her long hair float up out, slipping around her arms and neck.
Her thoughts went back to that science class when she had been paired with that newly transferred girl and Kyle Parker. Hm… Kyle Parker… A hot blooded foreigner with a warm voice. She blushed slightly. Was it silly? Silly to think about that deep voice with this odd affection? Dipping under the water to cool her warmed face, she let out bubbles of embarrassed excitement. Obviously it was very silly for her to get so giddy over just the thought of his voice. Or the warmth of being close to him. Or the sound of his smile in words he spoke towards her. Silly, silly girl!
Shooting out of the water, she found her way back to that terrifying diving board. Dripping wet, she heard those droplets fall into the cool water below her. So close to hanging in the air, it felt just like that odd tumbling feeling in her stomach when she thought of him. So foreign to her, she had to jump again to spend all that adrenaline in her blood. And the cool water would calm her flustered blush. Putting her cold hands on her deeply rosy cheeks, she closed her eyes and made a small mewl of discomfort. It was unlike her to get so…so…so flustered! Tomo was usually so calm! Ah, silly, silly girl!
His room was dark and hardly lit. While it was day outside, it was so pleasantly dark in his room. It was warm too, his bed soft and light. Even asleep she felt comfortable and almost peaceful. The scent of her own lavender shampoo mingled with the incense that swirled in the air around her. Her mirada of lights were finally becoming more saturated as she gained some strength back.
Curled under the comforter, she murmured something in her sleep, the soft heartbeat of drums playing. Tattoos dancing her her nightsky of a dream, she turned over onto her back, breathing soft and slow. The top of her head peeked out from under the blankets, rain cloud lashes fanning over skin that shifted in color with the gentle thrum of her heart. The colors of a sunrise shifted through her as she dreamed, so far away from the dark cloud of unrest that had fallen over the rest of the manor. So deep in her dreams she slept soundly, peacefully. Maybe it was gentle sway of the music, or the soft smoke, or even the warm caress of the sheets that washed over her light like dark ocean waves, but Asha slept. For once the shadows in her dreams didn't scare her. They made her feel... safe.
The mansion near the professor's office was a buzz with activity. But on the other side of the mansion, Asha slept soundly. Outside the sun had brushed its fingers of light over their surroundings, the golden rays burst life back into the colors of the grounds and lake. The sky was once more a bright blue, the plants a vibrant green and the lake a deep navy. Everything was brilliant and contrasted well with the dark storm brewing int mansion. With the power out, it was still dark inside, the walls that had once offered protection, now seemingly ominous in hiding the creatures in their shadows. What with the sunny clear day outside, it was odd that the lights would of just cut out. Some students sought the comfort of light outside, instead of thinking the worst. While other more cautious students seemed determined to figure out the meaning of such an odd occurrence.
Yet even as the mansion and its grounds trembled in subtle activity, the dorms were silent and dark. And Asha slept soundly, far from anything that might wake her.
Curled under the comforter, she murmured something in her sleep, the soft heartbeat of drums playing. Tattoos dancing her her nightsky of a dream, she turned over onto her back, breathing soft and slow. The top of her head peeked out from under the blankets, rain cloud lashes fanning over skin that shifted in color with the gentle thrum of her heart. The colors of a sunrise shifted through her as she dreamed, so far away from the dark cloud of unrest that had fallen over the rest of the manor. So deep in her dreams she slept soundly, peacefully. Maybe it was gentle sway of the music, or the soft smoke, or even the warm caress of the sheets that washed over her light like dark ocean waves, but Asha slept. For once the shadows in her dreams didn't scare her. They made her feel... safe.
The mansion near the professor's office was a buzz with activity. But on the other side of the mansion, Asha slept soundly. Outside the sun had brushed its fingers of light over their surroundings, the golden rays burst life back into the colors of the grounds and lake. The sky was once more a bright blue, the plants a vibrant green and the lake a deep navy. Everything was brilliant and contrasted well with the dark storm brewing int mansion. With the power out, it was still dark inside, the walls that had once offered protection, now seemingly ominous in hiding the creatures in their shadows. What with the sunny clear day outside, it was odd that the lights would of just cut out. Some students sought the comfort of light outside, instead of thinking the worst. While other more cautious students seemed determined to figure out the meaning of such an odd occurrence.
Yet even as the mansion and its grounds trembled in subtle activity, the dorms were silent and dark. And Asha slept soundly, far from anything that might wake her.
A single event. A feast that called together all important persons of loyalty to the new queen. It was suppose to be a celebration of sorts, one that honor Queen Anne of Britain and Scots. Yet the queen couldn't help but feel it was more of her own personal battle ground. Her husband was a only four weeks passed and the air was thick with unrest. Now not only were her subjects divided in religion, but they were also divided in certainty. Should they trust her? She was a woman after all, merely the wife to their former king, a young and handsome hero who had died for his country.
Oh, what did they know? Their king had been no great hero. Anne knew her former husband inside and out, as her father and uncle had trained her to seduce and wed him. She knew all his secrets, all his lies, all his flaws, and he had most certainly not been any great hero. More like a cowardly child with a taste for sin and fame. And he had been a danger. Her had been falling out of love with her, or lust rather, for quiet a while. It had been quiet a relief when news of his passing had come. Relief in that it had been his head rolling and not hers. She knew her husbands taste for her blood had seemed oddly increased in their last moments together.
A witch, they called her. A seductive witch. The dark hair queen sat on her throne biting her thumb and glaring at the pale stone that seemed to cage in the musty darkness of the vast hall. She was newly out of her black mourning clothes, a washed in a brilliant and lush red, as if to flaunt her cheat of death. Yes, it was good he had died. He would of killed her, she just knew it. Her black hair was now in cascading tresses over her shoulders, a sign of youthful maidenhood, even for her widowed state. Some might call her flashy and bold, but she enjoyed presenting herself in certain ways. She wanted to show these venomous blue-bloods just how strong she really was. She didn't have to hide from them any longer! She was Anne and she was strong! Stronger than they'd ever know.
Her piercing eyes flashed up at the approaching servant. The vast hall was well lit and decorated in vibrant reds and golds. Colors of power. Her power. She straightened her back and looked down at him with a slight smirk. The servant was noticeably uncomfortable. Anne gripped the arms of her throne and stood. Standing regally above him with her hands folded over one another, the robe of a queen draped over her shoulders even though she wore the crown of a king, she smiled her bewitching smile.
"Everything seems to be readied smoothly, so why are you fidgeting?" she asked in her warm sultry way, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"N-Nobles have started to arrive and the roast is not nearly finished," the servant stumbled over his words, shifting from one foot to another.
"Then have the kitchen staff present other delicacy," she waved him off, muttering under her breath, "As if anyone will be attending for the food anyway." With a sweep of her arm, her robe flung behind her, the queen moved with a grace and poise of any natural creature of great power. But like any beautiful rose, she hid the throne of immense pain. Pursing her red lips in a smile, she entered the waiting hall. The murmur of the crowd silenced when she stood, looking down at them even though she was rather petite in height. Yet she held this presence, something was great warmth and elegance laced with an untold power. Like a predator awaiting the hunters. Her white teeth flashed in the candle light.
"We are pleased you all have joined us in this celebratory occasion," she gestured to the Great Hall, speaking in third person as royalty usually did when addressing a crowd, "Let us celebrate on this night to wash away our past sorrows and usher in a new and joyous beginning! We welcome our friends with the highest and warmest of hearts. Let us feast!" And with her short cheerful speech she turned on her heel and led in the arriving nobles who funneled into the Great Hall with excited murmurs. Many had taken to mourning clothes in the honor of their king.
This was to be the first joyous event since His Highness was laid to rest and Queen Anne had been named all ruler. Many nobles of the Court had become a bit antsy and welcomed the event, even if they protested to her being on the throne. It would be an interesting event indeed, even with the numerous dancers and jugglers and contortionists. Though usual Anne delighted in these things, she wasn't quiet in the most festive of moods. But she sat on the throne, accepting greeting and small conversations with gracious smiles and only slight attention to her hand maidens. It was a boisterous occasion indeed and many seemed to already be enjoying themselves.
Oh, what did they know? Their king had been no great hero. Anne knew her former husband inside and out, as her father and uncle had trained her to seduce and wed him. She knew all his secrets, all his lies, all his flaws, and he had most certainly not been any great hero. More like a cowardly child with a taste for sin and fame. And he had been a danger. Her had been falling out of love with her, or lust rather, for quiet a while. It had been quiet a relief when news of his passing had come. Relief in that it had been his head rolling and not hers. She knew her husbands taste for her blood had seemed oddly increased in their last moments together.
A witch, they called her. A seductive witch. The dark hair queen sat on her throne biting her thumb and glaring at the pale stone that seemed to cage in the musty darkness of the vast hall. She was newly out of her black mourning clothes, a washed in a brilliant and lush red, as if to flaunt her cheat of death. Yes, it was good he had died. He would of killed her, she just knew it. Her black hair was now in cascading tresses over her shoulders, a sign of youthful maidenhood, even for her widowed state. Some might call her flashy and bold, but she enjoyed presenting herself in certain ways. She wanted to show these venomous blue-bloods just how strong she really was. She didn't have to hide from them any longer! She was Anne and she was strong! Stronger than they'd ever know.
Her piercing eyes flashed up at the approaching servant. The vast hall was well lit and decorated in vibrant reds and golds. Colors of power. Her power. She straightened her back and looked down at him with a slight smirk. The servant was noticeably uncomfortable. Anne gripped the arms of her throne and stood. Standing regally above him with her hands folded over one another, the robe of a queen draped over her shoulders even though she wore the crown of a king, she smiled her bewitching smile.
"Everything seems to be readied smoothly, so why are you fidgeting?" she asked in her warm sultry way, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"N-Nobles have started to arrive and the roast is not nearly finished," the servant stumbled over his words, shifting from one foot to another.
"Then have the kitchen staff present other delicacy," she waved him off, muttering under her breath, "As if anyone will be attending for the food anyway." With a sweep of her arm, her robe flung behind her, the queen moved with a grace and poise of any natural creature of great power. But like any beautiful rose, she hid the throne of immense pain. Pursing her red lips in a smile, she entered the waiting hall. The murmur of the crowd silenced when she stood, looking down at them even though she was rather petite in height. Yet she held this presence, something was great warmth and elegance laced with an untold power. Like a predator awaiting the hunters. Her white teeth flashed in the candle light.
"We are pleased you all have joined us in this celebratory occasion," she gestured to the Great Hall, speaking in third person as royalty usually did when addressing a crowd, "Let us celebrate on this night to wash away our past sorrows and usher in a new and joyous beginning! We welcome our friends with the highest and warmest of hearts. Let us feast!" And with her short cheerful speech she turned on her heel and led in the arriving nobles who funneled into the Great Hall with excited murmurs. Many had taken to mourning clothes in the honor of their king.
This was to be the first joyous event since His Highness was laid to rest and Queen Anne had been named all ruler. Many nobles of the Court had become a bit antsy and welcomed the event, even if they protested to her being on the throne. It would be an interesting event indeed, even with the numerous dancers and jugglers and contortionists. Though usual Anne delighted in these things, she wasn't quiet in the most festive of moods. But she sat on the throne, accepting greeting and small conversations with gracious smiles and only slight attention to her hand maidens. It was a boisterous occasion indeed and many seemed to already be enjoying themselves.
Ya'll talking about me? Aw~ Makes me blush~
Sorry I disappeared for a bit. I stepped on my computer TTOTT Don't worry. I'll have that post I promised up soon.
Sorry I disappeared for a bit. I stepped on my computer TTOTT Don't worry. I'll have that post I promised up soon.
The Lady Catherine Howard accepted.
Innovative Engimas: Sure. We don't have any of them yet~ It should be interesting!
Innovative Engimas: Sure. We don't have any of them yet~ It should be interesting!
My post will be finished tomorrow when I have a more reliable internet connection.
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The Forest and the Farm
Frija scoffed as she held her wood in her arms, trudging through half melted snow. The Great Janirarl Asgierr make a woman clasp forearms to initiate a contract? Yeah right. If she took up his arm, he sooner drag her to town for violating the law than honor such a thing. Women couldn't hold contracts, according to the law. Same as they couldn't hold lands or even enter councils. So he truly did want to set traps to get her out of the way, huh? Probably to get to her father and have him proceed in giving up their land...their home... His glare wouldn't scare her. The God of Death scared her more. And she had been close to meeting that somber God more than once.
He could stand above her all her liked, but she would't fall for his tricks and she would let her pride sentence her to death. She was a strong woman, yes, but she knew the law. And where the law stood on what role women played. As much as she thought it ridiculous, law was law. Her would just have to wait for her father to die before he took their strong hold farm. Her fingers clenched at the wood in her arms and she swallowed hard. She stopped and looked down at her gloved hands. So...she'd really have to get married before that happened in order to keep her home, wouldn't she? Clenching her eyes shut, she shook her head, blood red hair slashing into the morbid greys of the forest. No, she'd figure out the answer to that problem later. Not...not right now.
"Honor holds nothing when you face the blade of an executioner..." she murmured to herself, "Better to bend to the law than to die...because of some farce. I'd rather be seen as a savage and stay alive, than be seen as 'honorable' and die." Letting out a sigh, she started marching home once more. "Men make bargains," she said plainly, speaking more as if lecturing herself, "For a woman to do such violates the law and is punishable by death. And I will not be mocked simply because I was not born a man." She bit the inside of her cheek, glaring forwards. The wind was picking up and the sting of it against her skin was keeping her alert and out of angry thoughts. Rational survival always trumped frivolous pride. And she no longer had the luxury of frivolity.
What did mister high-on-his-horse know of how they lived? He'd been born into Janirarl living, just as she had been born into her lifestyle. It wasn't something that was concurred, but was something that could be worsened. What was honor among the starving? What was respect when facing Raskalarn raids? He was too optimistic and took them lightly. Muttering and grumbling under her breath, she finally made it home. "...The pompous... 'I'll send a carriage'," she mocked in a high voice filled with disgust as she set out the wood, "...That figgin'... 'I'll visit as many times as I like and make you cook as many times as I feel like it' ...blood-bearing tooth rotting pig..."
"Someone sounds out of sorts," a rough male voice smirked. Frija whirled around, cursing under her breath, holding her axe at the ready.
"Kon'Ira," she bit out, glaring at a man with beastly qualities, including masculine pelts as clothes instead of cloth and blue face paint, "Wrong season. Trying stealing from us once we bring in crops. You might find it more sensible."
"Oh, don't be that way," Kno'Ira sneered, gesturing around him, "It's just me, unarmed, I swear. Actually I saw a horse ride off not to long ago. Though I might see what's up."
"'What's up' huh?" Frjia narrowed her eyes, "Cute. Now tell me what you want. It's cold out here."
"Fine, fine, Bear Heart," the Rskalarn crossed his arms, grinning widely, "Just letting you know that out little visits might get a bit more... rough," he reached out and twirled a red lock around his finger, "That is if you seemed to be getting to friendly with the Janirarl."
"Real funny, coming from you," she smacked his hand away. Then as quick as a viper she struck a hard blow to his stomach before using her large boot to send him to the ground. "Get out of here before I hack of a limb," she growled at the gasping man with red hair in front of her. Standing at the ready, she watched as he slowly regained his breath and stood up, still gasping.
"Just thought I'd warn you," he gritted out, "As your brother." He let out an annoyed grunt before hurrying off. Frija scoffed and fixed her hair.
"I don't have a brother any more," she mumbled to herself before going back inside. Something told her things were going to get a lot less tranquil real soon.
Rskalarn Blood Lust
It was the Alpha Hakari who seemed to her the oddest of them all, but the Invisible People had always been the most mysterious of all tribes. They were so close at being Southern Rskalarn, that Ur'Sula often wondered whether or not the Southern tribes might understand them more. While the male Alphas often tried to test tribes with female Alphas, Ur'Sula knew better than to stick her hands into a viper nest while out knowing the cure to the venom. She'd much rather have the mysterious people be closer to allies than to make them an enemy, as she was sure most tribes present at the Gathering were seen by Hakari.
Fear? No, more like respect. Ur'Sula was always one to take over a weak tribe, but not with knowing for sure she would win. It was why she was undefeated. Because she chose her battles wisely. Her brother on the other hand... Well, she sort of wondered if he didn't have an Invisible People viper bite on him somewhere. The tribe's alpha proved herself to be most intimidating for sure. The ice colored eyes of the strongest female Alpha bore down on the most mysterious female Alpha as she seemed to called into a trance by the Gods.
But she spoke of things Ur'Sula seemed to smirk in knowing at. A woman would be his end indeed. It was either by her blade, or even Hakari's, that would end him. The Princess? Ur'Sula wanted to laugh. What weak willed Princess could stand up to such a task? She wasn't well versed in the South or their people, but she knew Janirarl women of the North pretty well. They were women shackled by the laws and their men. Weak. Laughable.
But even as the other female Alpha stood, the other Alphas grew silent. It seemed they had just a stroke of fear for the woman. Ur'Sula grinned behind her hand. Whoever Baku was, she praised their influence. Fear tactics like that where always a welcome sight. It helped the female Alphas gain leverage. With a stomp of her hard boot and a clap of her hands, she grinned wolfishly at the men around her.
"That ends our Gathering," she put up a hand when they moved to protest, "We have a King to hunt. All tribes should move out." The Rskalarn woman grinned, the shadows drawing over her face in dangerous ways, her eyes lit by the fire, glowing much a kin to an actual wolf's eyes. "We follow the Northern King, surround him on the third day of his stopping, he shall be no more and the Rskalarn shall finally have power to live as freemen." She turned on her heel and strode from the hut, marching out to meet her tribe to command them to ready for travel.
Frija scoffed as she held her wood in her arms, trudging through half melted snow. The Great Janirarl Asgierr make a woman clasp forearms to initiate a contract? Yeah right. If she took up his arm, he sooner drag her to town for violating the law than honor such a thing. Women couldn't hold contracts, according to the law. Same as they couldn't hold lands or even enter councils. So he truly did want to set traps to get her out of the way, huh? Probably to get to her father and have him proceed in giving up their land...their home... His glare wouldn't scare her. The God of Death scared her more. And she had been close to meeting that somber God more than once.
He could stand above her all her liked, but she would't fall for his tricks and she would let her pride sentence her to death. She was a strong woman, yes, but she knew the law. And where the law stood on what role women played. As much as she thought it ridiculous, law was law. Her would just have to wait for her father to die before he took their strong hold farm. Her fingers clenched at the wood in her arms and she swallowed hard. She stopped and looked down at her gloved hands. So...she'd really have to get married before that happened in order to keep her home, wouldn't she? Clenching her eyes shut, she shook her head, blood red hair slashing into the morbid greys of the forest. No, she'd figure out the answer to that problem later. Not...not right now.
"Honor holds nothing when you face the blade of an executioner..." she murmured to herself, "Better to bend to the law than to die...because of some farce. I'd rather be seen as a savage and stay alive, than be seen as 'honorable' and die." Letting out a sigh, she started marching home once more. "Men make bargains," she said plainly, speaking more as if lecturing herself, "For a woman to do such violates the law and is punishable by death. And I will not be mocked simply because I was not born a man." She bit the inside of her cheek, glaring forwards. The wind was picking up and the sting of it against her skin was keeping her alert and out of angry thoughts. Rational survival always trumped frivolous pride. And she no longer had the luxury of frivolity.
What did mister high-on-his-horse know of how they lived? He'd been born into Janirarl living, just as she had been born into her lifestyle. It wasn't something that was concurred, but was something that could be worsened. What was honor among the starving? What was respect when facing Raskalarn raids? He was too optimistic and took them lightly. Muttering and grumbling under her breath, she finally made it home. "...The pompous... 'I'll send a carriage'," she mocked in a high voice filled with disgust as she set out the wood, "...That figgin'... 'I'll visit as many times as I like and make you cook as many times as I feel like it' ...blood-bearing tooth rotting pig..."
"Someone sounds out of sorts," a rough male voice smirked. Frija whirled around, cursing under her breath, holding her axe at the ready.
"Kon'Ira," she bit out, glaring at a man with beastly qualities, including masculine pelts as clothes instead of cloth and blue face paint, "Wrong season. Trying stealing from us once we bring in crops. You might find it more sensible."
"Oh, don't be that way," Kno'Ira sneered, gesturing around him, "It's just me, unarmed, I swear. Actually I saw a horse ride off not to long ago. Though I might see what's up."
"'What's up' huh?" Frjia narrowed her eyes, "Cute. Now tell me what you want. It's cold out here."
"Fine, fine, Bear Heart," the Rskalarn crossed his arms, grinning widely, "Just letting you know that out little visits might get a bit more... rough," he reached out and twirled a red lock around his finger, "That is if you seemed to be getting to friendly with the Janirarl."
"Real funny, coming from you," she smacked his hand away. Then as quick as a viper she struck a hard blow to his stomach before using her large boot to send him to the ground. "Get out of here before I hack of a limb," she growled at the gasping man with red hair in front of her. Standing at the ready, she watched as he slowly regained his breath and stood up, still gasping.
"Just thought I'd warn you," he gritted out, "As your brother." He let out an annoyed grunt before hurrying off. Frija scoffed and fixed her hair.
"I don't have a brother any more," she mumbled to herself before going back inside. Something told her things were going to get a lot less tranquil real soon.
It was the Alpha Hakari who seemed to her the oddest of them all, but the Invisible People had always been the most mysterious of all tribes. They were so close at being Southern Rskalarn, that Ur'Sula often wondered whether or not the Southern tribes might understand them more. While the male Alphas often tried to test tribes with female Alphas, Ur'Sula knew better than to stick her hands into a viper nest while out knowing the cure to the venom. She'd much rather have the mysterious people be closer to allies than to make them an enemy, as she was sure most tribes present at the Gathering were seen by Hakari.
Fear? No, more like respect. Ur'Sula was always one to take over a weak tribe, but not with knowing for sure she would win. It was why she was undefeated. Because she chose her battles wisely. Her brother on the other hand... Well, she sort of wondered if he didn't have an Invisible People viper bite on him somewhere. The tribe's alpha proved herself to be most intimidating for sure. The ice colored eyes of the strongest female Alpha bore down on the most mysterious female Alpha as she seemed to called into a trance by the Gods.
But she spoke of things Ur'Sula seemed to smirk in knowing at. A woman would be his end indeed. It was either by her blade, or even Hakari's, that would end him. The Princess? Ur'Sula wanted to laugh. What weak willed Princess could stand up to such a task? She wasn't well versed in the South or their people, but she knew Janirarl women of the North pretty well. They were women shackled by the laws and their men. Weak. Laughable.
But even as the other female Alpha stood, the other Alphas grew silent. It seemed they had just a stroke of fear for the woman. Ur'Sula grinned behind her hand. Whoever Baku was, she praised their influence. Fear tactics like that where always a welcome sight. It helped the female Alphas gain leverage. With a stomp of her hard boot and a clap of her hands, she grinned wolfishly at the men around her.
"That ends our Gathering," she put up a hand when they moved to protest, "We have a King to hunt. All tribes should move out." The Rskalarn woman grinned, the shadows drawing over her face in dangerous ways, her eyes lit by the fire, glowing much a kin to an actual wolf's eyes. "We follow the Northern King, surround him on the third day of his stopping, he shall be no more and the Rskalarn shall finally have power to live as freemen." She turned on her heel and strode from the hut, marching out to meet her tribe to command them to ready for travel.
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