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A Frumious Attraction (Ebonfort)

The moment the wolf pup, although bigger, started growling, both Remus and Remilia growled in kind. But it was brief, for the wolf made no further aggression and was silenced by his master. They continued to eat their food, their eyes never leaving the wolf. The woman seemed to accept her offer, but said nothing. It was strange. She could've at least said hello, instead of both just nodding and then sitting there. Trix got up, the pups dropping their food to accompany her.

She walked over, smiling, tearing off a decent sized hunk of boar meat. She offered it to the young woman, the pups quite close to the wolf, planting themselves between him and their new mother. They didn't try and get close to the wolf, content to sniff from their posts. Trix sat down next to the young woman, "I'm Trix, and this is Remus and Remilia."

Remilia moved over and sat at her feet while Remus stayed near the wolf pup. Trix gave each of them another piece of the fatty, greasy, delicious meat. If the woman didn't feed her own pup, Trix was ready to do that as well. Then Remilia began to growl. Trix looked down and noticed she wasn't looking at the wolf pup as expected. She was looking across the clearing to where Trix had originally sat. She didn't see anything at first. Then there was a shuffle of green, moving in the trees, another of brown. Trix thought they were just squirrels, until one of the creatures stepped into the open.

It was an odd looking being, like a mix of reptilian and furry mammal. It had two horns from its head, pointing backwards, and she noticed that its furry sections were changing colors based on what was behind it. At one moment, the fur seemed green like the elderberry bush behind it, and at another the brown of the maple tree's bark. How curious. The creature sniffed about, scurrying around, heading for the bits of meat left behind. Then several others came about. They were only slightly bigger than a large rabbit, moving similar to squirrels. They then rushed to the meats, scrambling and snapping at one another as they fought over the meat.

Trix's pups didn't move, but they were on full alert. Trix hadn't seen a creature like this before, muttering to herself, "What are they?"

How Much is That Doggie in the Window? (Ebonfort RP)

Trix listened intently as the woman spoke, taking a moment to try and say the full name the woman gave, "Rill on uh Or or uh may." It was definitely exotic sounding to her. She wanted to remember it, this woman had done so much, she should get her name right. And much like Trix, she preferred a shorter name, of Lana. When asked about her home village, she replied, "It's a bit south west of here, along the southern road from the Crossing." She'd never heard of Frigmount though. Everyone knew of Frostfell, the icy region beyond the Chartric Mountains, but people didn't come from there. Monsters and storms, sure, but people? Never.

She was elated that the woman accepted her request for help and offer of food. However, when the woman mentioned the need of an herbalist, Trix perked right up. That was her specialty! Trix was so thrilled, that she didn't mind, and actually enjoyed that she wove her arm with her own. Trix had half expected her to be cold to the touch, and was mildly disappointed to find that wasn't the case. She walked alongside the woman, toward the central market, "As it so happens, you're talking to a bona fide herbalist. I run my own shop, Trix's Tonics and Tinctures. But you don't want to buy the materials here, especially not willow bark or clove oil. Those would have to be brought from another village, so the price would be higher. Plenty of useful plants growing right around here, if you know what to look for. Might I ask what your injuries are? And.."

She stopped a moment, composing herself, trying to shake off the dread and fear, keeping an eye on the pups, though it was unneeded. They'd stuck close the entire time. "Were... were you at the tournament too?" She found herself clutching at the woman's arm a bit, not even realizing she was doing so. The amount of blood and corpses, and the mechanical way she'd sifted through them, deciding who was worth saving and who was worth dying made her sick.

Coming up to the market now, "So.. You'll..." and she gave up in frustration. Her words were sticking in her throat as he relived that horrible time. She began sweating and hyperventilating, not even realizing she was doing so. The dying eyes, the metallic taste in the air, the smell of entrails, the warmth of being covered in blood, and it was becoming a bit much for her. She was getting dizzy, and found herself holding onto the woman to keep from hitting the ground. Both pups had already stopped and were looking at her with concern.

Eventually she managed to focus her breathing, in through her nose, out through her mouth, mostly unaware of what was going on around her. The very moment she felt composed, nausea welled up within her, and she found herself rushing over to a bush, and mostly dry heaved into it. It was violent, loud, mortifying, and painful, forcing tears from her eyes. And her pups were there, by her side no matter where she went. When she got up, cleaning at her mouth with a rag from her bag. She was red in the face from the upheaval, as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I just... It was a bit much."

"So, uh, we could easily find leopard's bane, elderberry, and orangeroot around here. Good for most wounds." She bent down and pet her two pups, happy that they were already stuck to her sides. "We'll have better luck out at the ranches, and that's where the best food is. And it's just on the other side of the market, if you have shopping to do here first." She was clearly trying to pretend like nothing had happened, but simultaneously, she still looked rattled and stressed.

Ebonfort

A warm welcome to @xxrhoo & @Blizz!

As per usual for new characters, I'll be running a GM moderated thread with them and posting those up in the near future.

Thanks for the interest guys!

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

This will be my only reply to this. I ask again, do not post further, OOC or IC.

He looked at the green, scaly skin of the monster he killed.

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

Alright @CallMeChaotix,

Your edit was no better. You instantly killed the creatures that I made that everyone else is struggling with, that are stronger than several people, and you did so in a single line. That is clear cut powerplaying. As such, and I do not enjoy doing this, I am removing you from this RP and the Ebonfort world. Please do not continue to post here or any Ebonfort RP. I've already contacted the mods to have your post and CS deleted. If you continue to post, the mods will be informed of what you are doing and will take appropriate actions that they deem fit.

Thank you and have a nice day,

Tyler

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

Why are you in an RP if you're not going to read what is going on...?

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

And again, now your latest post is not following the story at all... and then suddenly befriending a wolf without the proper skills, build up, or even more than a single paragraph of writing?

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

By out of scene, I mean, monsters showed up and your character made no regards of them or anything else in my GM post, so I moved on. :P

How Much is That Doggie in the Window? (Ebonfort RP)

The man's words about training the third pup, keeping it in the family, lifted Trix's spirits a bit. She squatted down and set the pups gently on the grass, looking first at the boy "You're Remus," followed by the girl, "And you're Remilia." Then to both of them, "I promise to take good care of both of you, if you take good care of me. Ready for a bit of a walk?" Both pups cast a single glance at their parents, then seemed to know that she was their new parent. Trix stood up and both pups took up places around her, with Remilia taking lead.

When the woman seemed ready to leave, Trix decided now was the time to ask. "Wait, please. I know some of the basics of raising pups, but perhaps you could teach me something that only proper breeders might know. I really want to do this right." She didn't mention pay, but it was something she was willing to do. "If it's not too big of a bother, I know you're probably busy. And I don't even know your name. I'm Trix. Trix Greenlakes. I live in Ruby Banks, have a small shop there if you're ever in town. I..." She cast a downward gaze as she remembered what drew her here. There had been first the robbery, which wasn't that bad, but rather the tournament. The carnage, the death and destruction, made her realize just how alone in the world she was. That if she died now, and there was a god to judge her life, she would be pitied. She didn't want that. She wanted more than running her shop and living in fear of death. And these pups were the first step.

"And...," at this she blushed lightly, "I'm curious about you. I've not met one of your kind before, nor do we get many foreigners here. You've been so kind, so... interesting, can I at least treat you, and your feathery friend, to a meal? It really is the least I can do."

Trix knew there were plenty of food stands and stalls around, for while Ruby Banks was known for its farmlands, and Silent Rise for its hunters, Azure Strand for its fish, and Scream Watch for its herdsmen, Green Fall had domesticated many forest creatures. There were all sort of fenced in ranches of boars, hares, deer, and many others. They weren't just food, but also working animals, that were carefully controlled and bred. And nearly every ranch also had a small stand or stall out front where they cooked their wares and sold them.

Wooden Swords Won't Be Enough (Ebonfort)

@CallMeChaotix - I went ahead and replied toward Rekaigan and Drache since you took yourself out of the scene. Feel free to come back in, but until you do, I'll be replying based on their replies.