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hear the whispering of the wind
« on: Feb 10, 18, 12:15:50 AM »
In truth she was exhilarated, though she was perhaps a little nervous as well. Tanith did not, as a rule, carry much on her. The only things she kept on her were near and dear, small trinkets that could aid her as a Godi and as a Priestess. It was a blessing, in this case, as she was having to gather up what was left of her things in her old home because she was moving to Scythia and to be with Kibeth there.

The joy that suffused her entire being was something she could barely contain, even Jerbear lighter on his feet for the shared feeling between them. His muzzle pushed against her side, Tanith tumbling in exaggeration and laughing. "Careful!" she chided him, arms going around his head when he lowered it to nose at her. The sight of a young woman on the ground, a giant white bear with his face pressed to her, was probably odd to those that did not live in the area.

It was expected for those that had called this part of Vykrov home for the past five years. The giant bear had a travel pack thrown across his back, what little Tanith was bringing with her in the bags, and clearly nonplussed about the entire thing. A little rumble escaped the bear's chest and Tanith huffed.

"Don't take that tone with me," said Tanith as she plucked herself up the ground and looked down the worn path through the woods they had come from. "I know you are going to miss these woods but the ones where we're going are even better." Not that that seemed to appease her bear companion because another rumble escaped.

"You're just sad because you will not be able to see papa Tyr and get whatever scraps from him that he saves just for you." The Priestess was absolutely onto her bonded animal companion. Never mind that she thought nothing of the fact that this scene could be seen as weird. It was, for her, absolutely natural.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #1 on: Mar 14, 18, 04:23:47 PM »
It was a pleasant sort of walk from the landing Web to Tyr’s home, which Andrei took with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette lit, and the wind teasing at his unbound hair. He greeted no one, not even the people who greeted him, because he did not wish to speak with strangers. Speaking with strangers meant getting drawn into tedious small talk. Andrei nearly rolled his eyes as he imagined what awfully droll subjects the people out here considered fine conversation.

Andrei risked crossing into such boring lands for the man, the myth, the legendary skald known as Tyraz Madsen, called Tyr by many. Named after one of the aspects of the All-Mother, the facet of Her dedicated to war. How amusing for a skald, a man who hardly took up arms, to be named after such. But then again, Andrei mused, there battles to be fought through the delicate but equally eviscerating exchange of words. And Tyr was trained in that. It was one of the reasons why Andrei enjoyed conversations with the old man, far more than any conversation he ever had with his own father, and it was high on the list of reasons why Andrei was visiting today.

The sun had just turned his black coat uncomfortably hot when Andrei crossed the perimeter of Tyr’s territory. There was a great bank of trees, the boundary of thick woods at the edge and normally, Andrei would have failed to more than a passing glance at it. Except that today, there emerged a young woman.

With a giant white bear at her side.

Andrei immediately stopped. Too far away to gauge the identity of the woman yet, he focused instead on the threat that was the bear, watching as the bear pushed roughly at the woman. He could not hear what sound she made in reply but it could not have been a good one.

Did he honestly have to be the hero today?

The answer was yes because as much of an asshole as Andrei was to many, he was not a coward and not without a reverence for life. Shielding with his Red, he strode purposefully forward, not charging recklessly as some might, his fingers spreading as he began focusing a power bolt into each palm, ready to strike. “Run!” he shouted to the woman. If she could get just a few feet of distance between her and the bear, he could strike without worry of harming her instead.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #2 on: Mar 14, 18, 09:57:14 PM »
Tanith stilled, fingers frozen in the motion of having been reaching to scratch at Jerbear's face. A whisper from the Darkness, the swell of Red, and even before she turned around she expected someone pulling upon their jewels and curling power within their hands. Blood Opal shields went up immediately - around the bear and herself - layering one over another in quick succession, as she stretched out her senses further to see what it was she was meant to be running from.

What danger was she missing? The Darkness was not normally so quiet, not when she was a favored child and so attuned to the world around them that the All-Mother had influenced and carved into existence. Yet there was nothing about that was out of place, Tanith having moved into a more protective stance. Jerbear was shielded behind her, a hand resting upon his fur and fingers curled into it.

"I do not sense anything," replied Tanith, "so I am not sure what I am meant to be running from?" Familiarity plucked at her senses about this male, she should know him, but her attention was elsewhere. Looking for hidden dangers or something else that was missed. Her eyes flicked to the power bolts in hand and then the way that he approached. Tanith's fingers tightened in Jerbear's fur and she moved more in place between the male and her bonded animal. Most knew that within this forest was a Priestess who walked with a white bear in her footsteps but it was possible ...

"If those are meant for Jerbear," there was a whisper from the Darkness; the male was a Prince, "Prince, then I would ask that you please disperse them. He is not a danger to me." As if in response to that, the giant bear let out a huff and collapsed to the ground on his paws (kicking up a small dust storm in the process). "To strike at him is to strike at me."

Tanith was, by no means, a small young woman (not when she was nearly six foot) but most would look like such compared to a bear. Her fingers slid through the white fur of her companion, the tip of a finger brushing against the cut of Blood Opal that he wore clipped to his ear. In that moment, as she looked at the male with the flowers within her hair and the earthy clothing she wore, she looked more like a being of the forest. Most importantly, however, was the look in her eyes.

The bear laid down at her side was not dangerous but she could be.


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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #3 on: Mar 22, 18, 09:47:32 PM »
She didn’t run.

Of course she didn’t run. Foolish girl! Why did witches always insist upon questioning a male’s command? Andrei watched as she held her ground, and the bear remained uncharacteristically sedate beside her, as she addressed him. He did not fail to notice the way her hand curled into the animal’s fur. Nor did he miss the way the woman interposed herself between Andrei and what he was certain was her attacker.

Something was not right about the situation at all.

Though she said that the bear was no danger, Andrei was still very, very long in retracting the power bolts gathering in his palms. There was an eternity stretching within that span of heartbeats, as his dark eyes moved from girl to bear and back, reassessing the situation. Was the woman telling the truth?

The bear -- a great white beast that was surely not from this Territory -- laid down, looking as unthreatening as possible. The woman remained rooted in place. Andrei eventually closed his hands and straightened. His stance became less ready to attack and more cautious. His Shields remained in place. For the moment. The fact that the bear did NOT behave like a wild animal was the deciding factor. There was something to be discovered here, something that he did not understand.

So Andrei focused on the woman protecting the beast. At first glance, he did not recognize her, with her wreath of flowers, her pauper style of dressing. She looked like a homeless forest nymph. Andrei prepared to pass critical judgement on her, casting her into a category of the mentally insane wildlings that preferred savagery to civilization.

And then, his charcoal gaze settled on her face, on the curve of her jaw, the bridge of her nose, the color of her eyes. And he was thrown back a decade ago, to a winter not long after he had received his bloody Red, when Eyriens had unexpectedly and violently descended upon a moot, decimating the gathered Rihlanders.

The woman before him faded. The girl he had protected that day appeared.

“Tanith?” he whispered, shocked beyond words to say or do much else. The memory, the visage left him momentarily unguarded and emotionally vulnerable -- two states that Andrei did not normally exist in. If the woman commanded the bear to attack, he would be eviscerated easily.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #4 on: Mar 25, 18, 01:35:54 AM »
Familiarity plucked at her senses, telling her that she should know this Prince but it was not something Tanith could explore. Not now, not until those bolts were called back within and returned to his warren of power. The particular feel of darker jewels, the ebb and flow of Craft, was always something she delighted in feeling.

It was an intimate thing, after all, the connection between each individual and the Darkness. The All-Mother had blessed this male, truly, with his dark jewels and his appearance. Her second mother would likely criticize because he was an Eyrien but Tanith often had no such qualms. As long as there was no dispute, she did not care about the Eyriens. It was when they sought to fight, to subjugate, and to harm that she too offense.

Sometimes there was too much of her father in her.

Tanith went still, wheat-colored eyes focusing entirely on the Prince as he said her name. It was then that she truly took notice of him, the way he stood and that stance he had just had previously ...

"Andrei?" Her voice was a quiet whisper. The Prince that had saved her so many years ago on what was, for her, the worst day of her life. Tanith's fingers shook before they closed tighter against Jerbear's fur. He looked just as lost as she did, both of them whisked away to the memories of a horrible day. That, she decided, would not do. Instead she was a flurry of motion, her Blood Opal shield dropping as she ran forward. Tanith practically launched herself through the air, right at Andrei and threw his arms around his neck.

The only thing that was potentially going to be a problem was that Tanith might hug him to death. There was no speaking, not anything more, because all she could do is hug the Prince who had been with her in one of the darkest moments she had ever known. After all, the somber and quiet Priestess he had rescued was not what was hugging him now. She had grown past the horrors for all that they still lurked in memory.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #5 on: May 03, 18, 01:37:48 AM »
The screams of panic. The cries of bloodlust. The ash choking the air. The burned and bloodied bodies. The flurry of dark wings attacking. The little girl clinging to him as he ran. Ran as fast as he could, Shielded in Red. Never as scared then as ever before. Grabbing whomever he could and pulling them to safety. 

That little girl was clinging to him now, in the present, but so much had changed. The air was sweet, scented with clean grass and tree leaf. The sun was bright, unobstructed by dark wings bringing death. And the only sound he could hear was the wind, rustling softly in her hair.

“Tanith?” he repeated, even though he knew it was true. The memory of that awful night was visceral. He remembered the scents, both physical and psychic, as well as the voices, and hers was embedded like a Blood Opal splinter into his mind. Woodenly, he put his arms around her, to steady himself and her weight now against him.

Most people would not have lost contact with someone they had saved. But even if they did, there was a bond between, inexplicable and sharp, that could not be broken. It was seared upon their being like a brand. They may be incompatible as lovers, better off as acquaintances, but they would, forever, be entwined by those events. This, Andrei knew, and he did not regret losing contact with Tanith at all.

He struggled now with grasping the forced return of a memory incarnate, holding on to him and reminding him of things he wished he could forget.

While his asinine defenses tried to restore themselves, Andrei shifted Tanith back to the ground so that he could look at her. “You have grown,” he stated, as lame as it sounded. He said it only because his mind was trying to reconcile the passage of time between memory and now. His dark eyes fell upon her Jewel. “And Descended,” he added, his voice low as one finger gently traced the curve of Blood Opal hanging from her neck.

Then, his dark eyes flickered to the great white beast behind her. “A companion?” he inquired dubiously. Surely not one of the fabled Kindred. They were myths. And yet, this bear did not behave like a truly wild animal should in the presence of easy prey. A pet then? Who dared make a pet out of a bear? His narrowed eyes flickered back to hers. “What manner of Craft is this?” he asked, confused and, with it, defensive, for ignorant was not his preferred state of being, especially since he had just been previously rendered emotionally unstable.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #6 on: Sep 09, 18, 06:27:25 AM »
Tanith's head bobbed, an acknowledgment that she was - indeed - the bearer of the name he just spoke. "It's me," she said softly, arms going around him in turn. She pressed her cheek against his chest and held on. The hold was a little familiar, still too much strength for someone who looked so thin (even if she was fairly tall for a young woman) even as he swept her up into his arms for a heartbeat.

She settled back onto the ground but stood close to him, Jerbear snuffling behind them at the earth before he found a comfy spot to collapse with a thump.  Tanith shivered as his finger brushed along her Blood Opal, as if he had reached to the deepest parts of her and touched. She was a Priestess, after all, and if there were those who were more attuned to their jewels it would be one of her caste.

Her hand found his as it pulled away as she nodded again to all that he said. "Still just as wild, I can promise that hasn't changed." Which was true, she was still a wildling of Rih. Tanith followed his gaze to Jerbear who flicked an ear in acknowledgment before his eyes were closing. "Companion isn't the right word ..." Tanith chewed on her bottom lip, looking back to Jerbear and then to Andrei.

"Did you ..." Her hand tightened around his. "Did your mother tell you the stories of the godar?" Then she fell silent, knowing the wound that that could open up. Her free hand raised up and pressed to his cheek, pulling his head down so that their foreheads touched. "I grieve with you, Andrei. Now, as I was not there then."

She left it at that, though she stayed like that a moment. Close because fate had brought them together so many years ago and fate brought them back together this day. What purpose the All-Mother had in that, Tanith did not know, but she would be here all the same.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #7 on: Oct 04, 18, 12:19:06 PM »
Her hand diverted his from continuing to touch her Jewel. He let it. He knew how unnerving it could be, having someone do something like that. That’s why he did it. If anyone -- well, if anyone besides a very few people, Tanith currently included -- did the same to him, he would have slapped their hand away with his left hand and slapped them across the face with his right and his Red.

The bear flicked an ear at the attention it now had before closing its eyes. Dismissing them, Andrei thought. Again, the strangeness of the situation struck him. Even after Tanith reminded him of the stories of the godar, he couldn’t shake it. “She did,” he said, his eyes on Jerbear. "But I...still believed them to be myth." Legend. Impossible. He licked his lips that were dry with the trembling fear that possessed all prey in the presence of a large predator.

No, he thought to himself sharply, gathering his thoughts. He was not prey. The bear was no Kindred, wore no Jewel. He would never be able to best Andrei.

Tanith reached up to pull his head down so that their foreheads rested together. Almost a prelude to a kiss, had the situations and persons been different. “I grieve with you,” she said, “now as I was not there then.”

Even coming from her, it was like ripping off a deep scab. Andrei’s expression flickered from pain to control, masking his emotions again. But she saw it. He knew she did. It was only because she was who she was that he did not push her away and deny it. Or direct some scathing remark to inflict the same sort of wound.

But because it was her, the hand that was enfolded within hers lifted to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “Save your grief, little Priestess,” he told her. Not unkindly, no. Closer to a statement. A gentle dismissal of the subject and its pain. “Rihland needs it more than I,” he said. His attention went back to the giant bear napping nearby. “May I...approach him?” he asked. If Tanith, and the bear, agreed, Andrei would do so -- very slowly, with one hand extended in great respect for the physical power resting within the bear.

But regardless, the next question that Andrei would ask would be, “Where have you been, my wildling Priestess? It’s been years…” They had never been close but crisis and catastrophe had a way of bonding people together like no other. They could drift apart but they could never truly escape that terrible moment that had forged them. It would always be the beginning and foundation of their relationship. What came afterward was determined by who they had become from it.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #8 on: Oct 05, 18, 12:37:21 AM »
"They were," said Tanith with a smile, coy and mysterious all at once; the look suited her, "but no longer. Not since I walked within and the All-Mother guided me." That topic was not an easy one, not for her to speak of with some, but Andrei? No, it was something she could speak of with him easily.

The pain was sharp, so clearly there, but she said nothing as he brushed it away. It was as Andrei kissed her knuckles that Tanith brushed her lips against his forehead. It was not much, that rush of Rose now twined with Blood Opal, but it was enough warmth of her presence in the brush of her lips against his forehead that said she understood still.

Even as he told her to save her grief.

"You can,"  she told him. "He's part of me, I'm part of him ..." True the great kermode bear was no Kindred but he did bear a jewel. It was a cut of Tanith's own Blood Opal contained in an ear cuff that was on Jerbear's left ear. It's match, the piece that completed the set was upon Tanith's right ear. Jerbear's eyes opened as Andrei approached, watching him. There was intelligence in its gaze, of some sort, but its eyes also seemed close in color to Tanith's.

Jerbear did not move but when Andrei's hand drifted close enough, the cold tip of a nose was pressed to his palm. A breath was pulled in, his scent taken in, and then released. "He's memorizing your scent," Tanith said helpfully, coming up beside Andrei and leaning against him. She frowned for a moment, eyes cutting away to look off into the trees.

"Da' took me in for a while, tried to raise me. Then I got my Rose ..." Tanith shook her head. "Left me with my second-father, Tyraz Madsen, who lives in the area." There was a smile on her face. It probably would have been worth saying that Tyr was her uncle but Andrei might have remembered that. Never mind that Tanith called him father anyway.

"... from there I've been in the forests, learning to be a wildling and a Priestess ..." She had no shoes on her feet, there were flowers in her hair that looked as if they grew there, and she blended into the forest if she truly slipped between the tree. "They wanted to keep me safe and hidden, after what happened."

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #9 on: Oct 22, 18, 11:35:35 AM »
The stinging cold of bestial nose pressed against Andrei’s palm. Andrei listened as the great animal drew in one long breath and then exhaled. Tanith explained it as the bear memorizing his scent. “Does he speak?” Andrei asked, then realized the folly of his question. Of course, the beast didn’t speak. It was no that intelligent. So, Andrei amended his inquiry quickly with, “Not as you and I do, but in other ways.”

Tanith came to lean against him, her arms wrapping around his middle from his back. One hand stayed outstretch for the bear to investigate, the other pressed itself against one of hers to hold her in place. Public displays of affection were not Andrei’s type. While they were in plain view of any onlookers, this was far from a public space, and a quick sweep of Andrei’s Red revealed them to be alone. So, as the moment allowed, he drew in comfort from the presence of someone lost but familiar. 

“They wanted to keep me safe and hidden, after what happened…”

Andrei’s mood soured. His expression darkened. It always came back to that, those nights, those sorts of events. Blood, tears, death. That was the growing soil of Rihland. A culture tainted by the evils of the past, growing and choking the life out of whatever hope the present and future tried to cultivate.

Tension radiated through Andrei’s lithe form, so much so that the bear in front of him rumbled something that might have been a warning. “Peace, great one,” Andrei said to the bear, regardless of if he understood. “My anger is not with your Priestess.”

To answer the confusion that was probably flowing through Tanith now at his words, he turned, releasing her hand, letting his other hand fall gracefully into her hair, brushing the flowers entwined there. A dancer’s move, practiced and elegant. “Yes, the Godi should be protected, seeing as you are the only one alive now,” he agreed. There was a simmering determination in his dark eyes. Some might translate it as anger towards them but in this case, Andrei was angry for Tanith, for the protections placed around her life were like a cage to keep her safe from a society that should have bequeathed her with higher honors than a laurel of fear.

No wonder she had fled to the forest.

“Though I’m certain that you prefer the wilds, and for good reasons that I do not fault you, should you ever come to Elbremov Farms, you will find haven there as well,” he promised her. ”None would harm you there. Not with me there.” And he tapped his Red to indicate what sort of power he would unleash to protect her, much like he had that night long ago. If anything else, his relationship with Tanith would always be that: her renegade protector. He was comfortable with that.

“Now,” he said, that matter being settled, “tell me what you have learned from the All Mother. It has been too long since I have sought her counsel.” And he was overdue for it. There was a very private grove on the Elbremov Farms grounds for his worship, a dark circling of trees around a small stone altar with a carved effigy of the All Mother. Something only one or two of his siblings even guessed that he had. Melany Kriemhild, the skald, knew of it, because she had recounted a skald’s tale there once to him during one of the full moons. And if Tanith ever came to the farms, Andrei would show her that place as well.

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Re: hear the whispering of the wind
« Reply #10 on: Oct 22, 18, 10:46:37 PM »
Tanith laughed, a delighted sound that was smothered with her cheek pressed lightly to Andrei's shoulder. "In a manner? It's like a whisper in the back of my mind?"

*Not like when we speak like this,* she continued, *but something similar. I can feel his emotions too and sometimes ...* The Priestess trailed off as Andrei swept the area and his mood soured once more.

"He's very perceptive about feelings, sometimes more than I am," Tanith's voice was soft, watching Andrei from under dark eyelashes. Sometimes she was more caught in the moment than anything else or the delight that could be felt when she was sure All-Mother was all around them. The Darkness was never too far away for her and if she just reached ...

Her head tilted as he reached for again to touch the flowers. There was another little frisson of something as he did so, something of the Priestess clearly intricately tied to the blossoms she wore in her hair. She understood Andrei's anger, why he spoke so resolutely because the same was often in her. Trying to come to terms with the fact that she should be safe while wanting to not be so hidden away was not easy.

"I can't really explain it," admitted Tanith, "but I know how to be a Godi and how to guide others ..." Her hand raised to rest against Jerbear's head who had let himself collapse into a great fuzzy lump. Fingers brushed against the chip of her Blood Opal that he wore and then fell away. "It came to me when I sought out the forest to speak with the All-Mother and answer the call in my very bones to dive within the Darkness." She spoke of her Offering, though Andrei knew that she meant such.

Tanith had a warmth to her presence, had even when she was a child, but now it was that much more obvious as a Godi Priestess. Moreso when she smiled at him. "I am glad you are still my guardian still," she told him. Her smile continued, Tanith's voice softening as she continued to speak.

To tell Andrei what he asked.

"Sometimes I think I hear the All-Mother. Not words but a feeling of her presence and that which she wishes to share with me." Her lips pressed together, expression turning thoughtful and earnest. "I could show you, if you'd like? What I mean." It had, as he had said, been a long time since he sought counsel with the All-Mother.

 

 

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