Lost in the Ages

Gale the Lionhearted · 09-21-2012, 10:15 PM

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He's going to find Siv at her home after searching around the barn
predated to the afternoon/evening of the 22nd so the storm will have hit SL

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Sheer panic. Panic. No warrior, sword blooded with his companions had raised this much fear inside of his heart. There was unadulterated panic flowing through his veins. His breathing was hard as he ran, almost ignoring the wind blowing in his face and rain pummeling his flesh in cold pellets. Golden pelt darkened with water and dripping, the man broke through a branches he had not seen in time to part. They cut lightly at his arms, nothing to worry about. There had been worse wounds in the arena, as his light scars everywhere had proved. There was a lion's cut across his chest; he had survived plenty more things worse than branches.

The cold metal of the gold ring in his nose itched in the wind, on top of the water making breathing hard. Out of breath, the man burst into the ruins, rain continuing to pelt him. It ran down his chest in torrents, the ground muddy from the rain and the debris of leaves and sticks everywhere already. He spit back the rainwater, eyes blinking to find the dark woman. It was like looking for a special flower in a field of blossoms. "Domina!" he cried, screaming into the wind, throat aching with the effort. If he was crying, it was hard to tell; the water ran down his face in streams. "Yvette is missing!" he added, turning about to see if anyone was going to come to help the screaming slave. But who would? He was a slave; dispensable.

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Null Liulfr · 09-22-2012, 06:54 PM

((Hope you don't mind if I be your +1~? (: ))

Null had been letting her fur dry out in Isabella's home when she had heard the screaming outside. Not really giving it much thought, she had grabbed her cloak and dashed outside with a few short words to Isabella, hurrying through the torrential rains to the screaming, gold-coated male-- another slave, judging by the nose ring. Apparently she was braving storms to help slaves today, but it didn't matter to her. She struggled through the wind and the mud and the rain to the sodden male, gripping his arm when she reached him, partly to keep his attention and partly to hold herself up. She was slightly more practiced at fighting the wind than she had been earlier that day, but it was still strong enough to send her tiny form tumbling if she wasn't careful.

What is it?! She shouted over the storm, not having caught his words while coming to his aid. What do you need?! When the storm had first hit she had intended to hide and wait it out, deciding not to care for anyone else caught out in the tempest. But it appeared that the disaster had brought out a benevolent streak in her that she had not been entirely aware of, but she wouldn't think on it. It wasn't important. Now was no time for introspection and self-discovery, now was a time for helping this damn slave with whatever he had been screaming about. She was fearful, no doubt about it, but she prided herself on keeping a level head in stressful situations-- though that was often easier said than done.

Siv Helsi · 09-23-2012, 12:00 AM

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Bwaaaah you guys have to thread with me forever. >:3

Her first priority had been Draugr—but her daughter had been busy and level-headed even if she was fearful, and Siv entrusted her to withstand. They were made for this weather. She cast a grim look skyward and then threw the cloak over her head. Hurried steps carried her to where the slaves lived, and she was glad to see they had the sense to take cover. After instructing them not to leave the area, firmly and with a sharp edge that barely hid her own trepidation, another voice rose over the blustering winds.

Cursing, Siv threw her hood up and stalked into the weather. She was blasted with cold wind and rain and hunched her shoulders. There was no mistaking the golden pelt, sodden as it was, and she quickened herself to near him. Another figure cut her off and had the audacity to touch her property, but Siv wasn’t thinking of such things. She towered over the tiny girl and thought her a child, so small was her frame. Purple eyes cut to Gale sharply, and for all her steel and fury, there was true concern in them.

“There!” She pointed, and pulled Gale (and by doing so, the girl) along with her until they were half out of the howling wind and in the lee of the stone wall. It did not do much to shield them from the rain coming down, but the wind was somewhat dulled. “Where did you leave her?” Siv cried, digging her nails almost painfully into the man’s flesh. It would focus him—she knew such a thing from her days in the Hearg. Men were simple. They needed things to keep their minds from racing.

Gale the Lionhearted · 09-23-2012, 12:43 AM

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I hesitate to join your AW's because I know we thread so goddamn much :| OTHER PEOPLE DESERVE A CHANCE TO ENJOY YOUR WONDROUSNESS

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The small creature, a woman he realized, caught his attention. He peered down at her through the wind and the weather, blinking away the water falling into his eyes. She was small, and unknown to him, but he towered over all and was new to the pack. She gripped his arm tightly, though weakly for him. Instinctively, he grabbed her wrist to keep her close, for she was so small and seemed so young for him, even if she was older. It was probably not okay for him to touch someone who was likely another higher ranked canine, but he was concerned she would be blown away from the gale caused by this storm.

"My daughter," he shouted into the wind, water filtering into his mouth so much that he was forced to spit it out. It tasted like salt and dirt, the combination of earth and sea, and it disgusted him. He would taste that grit until the storm subsided. Before he could add what had happened to his niece, his dark mistress appeared before him. She was tall and full of fury, as though the storm had been embodied in her. He did not cower before her, nor did he flinch when she gripped him in her iron vise of a grab. Siv's claws dug into his arm painfully, and his mind cleared.

"Domina," he said loudly, knowing they were close enough to hear but he would have to force out his words at a higher volume. "At the barn, edge of the woods. We were heading back here when we got separated. She went borras, I think. North." His heart was racing. Heaven help them all if she truly was going north; that meant she was heading toward the marshes and it was sure to be a flooded death trap.

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Null Liulfr · 09-23-2012, 01:06 AM

The trapper was glad for the slave's grip on her wrist, keeping her steady, though part of her reckognised that it was probably not allowed for slaves to touch a freewoman without prior permission. She didn't care-- she was out here to help, not to puff out her chest and assert dominance over this frightened man. What did it matter? If he hadn't held onto her she may well have gone tumbling into the dirt from the force of the gale that blew around them.

Null's eyes widened at the slave's cry over the wind. His daughter? She assumed that the child was young, if she was lost in the tempest. Then that ment a pup was caught out in this storm. If Null's light frame was so easily pushed by the wind then she hated to think of the struggle a pup would face. Before she could respond a large dark female appeared and gripped the slave, pulling the both if them behind a wall for some form of cover. The woman reminded Null somewhat of Draugr, and the small wolf wondered vaguely if they were related. The dark-hued canine carried herself confidently, even under the assault of the storm, and it occurred to Null that she should perhaps display herself with submission and respect. Though it seemed a little silly to Null-- ranks had no place in a disaster, not in her mind. Regardless, she pinned her ears back and dipped her head to show her low rank before the large woman.

She listened to the exchange between the two. 'Domina' was Latin for 'mistress' or some other reference to the woman's dominance if she recalled correctly, and that probably ment that this woman was the slave's mistress. She thought back to earlier that day when she had been near the barn when the storm had just begun, not recalling having seen the slave or any pups. The pup may well have been hiding in the barn, though, or taken refuge there later. It was damaged now thanks to a fallen tree, but it would still make a decent shelter for a frightened child.

Not wanting to aggravate the clearly irate woman, Null stayed quiet and awaited orders. She didn't like waiting around for permission to lend assistance, but she would do so regardless. There was no need to exacerbate the situation, after all.

Siv Helsi · 09-25-2012, 12:46 PM

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Would you mind if Siv found her? :o And wheee, this is fun. :3

The wind assaulted her delicate nose and black velvet ears, but Siv was a woman possessed. She was born of this weather, made from it, and no part of her would bow to the storm without due cause. So incensed was she that she overlooked Gale’s defiance, overlooked the obvious anxious need to move in the small wolf. Siv listened to her slave and drew a mental picture of the landscape in her head; and she soon realized just why his terror was quite as terrible as it was. A curse split her lips and she turned to the ranked member (an outsider yet, but still above her slave), took in her slight form and wondered just what it was that Salvia had seen to allow such a frail looking thing into their home.

“His girl is the same color,” she indicated Gale’s pelt by thrusting his arm forward. Then she released him and looked into a pair of eyes almost as pale of those of her daughter. Her expression softened for a moment in understanding, then twisted as a turbulent wind knocked a large branch against the wall they were hiding behind. Underfoot, the ground was sopping. They would not be able to cover much ground with their most valuable senses (scent, hearing) so dulled. Stormily, she looked back to Null and made another physical gesture to communicate her desires. “Stay with him,” she yelled over the wind, and turned to lead them on. They would need to move quickly and split up to cover more ground, and she was more comfortable with the slave accompanied by the small girl than leaving a stranger to look for another stranger.

Gale the Lionhearted · 09-27-2012, 08:36 PM

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sorry for delay <3 had the schools and stuff. Mel, feel free to let her find her, I'm good with eet <3

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The woman shoved his arm forward to demonstrate to the stranger. He grunted to show his discomfort but bit back any curt responses to his mistress. He was already in hot water for losing track of his niece, and his lack of humility before the two high ranking canines. But it was a crisis and he could hardly be faulted when his mood was so clearly distraught. He had lost her, he had lost Yvette. He had not promised Evangaline to her face that he would take care of her remaining daughter, but he had promised himself and the young pup that he would watch out for them both. And he had failed. Gale swallowed hard as the dark woman's features shifted from understanding his panicked situation and turned dark as the skies above them.

"Domina," he said softly in submission to her order. It was really an order for both him and the Associate, who would be there as an anchor for the small woman. Gale did not reach out to touch the other woman, to hold onto her arm to keep her on her feet the rest of the journey. Siv wanted them to split up, that would only make sense with the amount of ground to cover.

They had to go out, and Siv turned herself toward the wind and weather. Gale braced himself, flexing his arms and chest in anticipation of the wind buffeting him in the face with wind and debris. Carefully, he set himself in front of the smaller woman to act as a windbreaker of sorts. "Domina, we have to hurry. She could be sucked under!" he yelled into the wind, knowing the pup was likely to be sucked under, small as she was. The ground was mud and there seemed to be nothing dry left. "May we split up?"

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Null Liulfr · 09-27-2012, 09:37 PM

((Derp post is derp DX))

Null nodded in response to the dark woman's order, partly in submission and partly in recognition that she would probably never find a pup she didn't know on her own. The slave's pelt colour was distinctive, and would be easy to spot-- if it weren't darkened by rain, and if there were more light to see by. As it was, it was only really noticeable up close. Null could only hope that the pup had the sense to take cover in the damaged barn, and the sense to howl for help so that they might have something to find her by.

The small wolf hunched down as she followed the two larger canines into the wind, making herself slightly less easy to push over. She was grateful of the barrier that the golden slave created, and she would thank him if this were any other occasion. As it was, there were more important things at hand. The thought of the poor girl being sucked down into the bog made her insides turn to ice with dread. It would be all too easy for a child to be lost forever to the mud in this storm, and Null silently prayed to deities she didn't believe in to keep the child safe.

Null didn't know the area well enough to offer ideas, so she once again stayed silent as she awaited instructions. She would offer up words if ever the time came that she had something useful to say, but for now she simply listened for commands spoken above the wind. She did think that splitting up was a good idea, but there was no point in reiterating what had already been said. She simply braced herself against the wind, preparing to head out into the storm to search for the lost pup.

Siv Helsi · 10-04-2012, 09:38 AM

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(468)Party at Siv's house, whee!

Despite her questionable ethics, Siv was not without heart. She had taken to the girl fondly and was looking forward to having a woman’s assistance in the future. Yvette would be able to produce cloth and (if Siv chose) learn the art of sewing. The leatherworking would remain within her own family. This had been decided long ago, when she had recognized the value of such a thing. Even if she was not born Helsi, it was her name now and it would be Siv that they remembered. Not her parents, not Reykr or his family, but her.

She moved cautiously through the storm but did not compromise her speed. Siv was a large wolf even for her northern blood and unmoved by the howling wind. It beat against her cloak, tugged at her fur, and hurled debris after her. If this was the gods doing, she would survive it. Though her faith had been shattered and restored, she still did not think to truly disassociate such titans of weather to nature alone. There was little room for science within her, but reason and logic were strong things. Strong as the roots of the world tree.

Tracking was impossible. Siv used only her eyes, peering to places that a girl might hide. The barn might have been an obvious choice, but a massive fallen tree blocked her route. A sheep was crushed below it. Siv grimaced, hoping this was not the fate of the girl, and on impulse turned left.

She sunk twice into mud ankle-deep and only then realized her own dangerous situation. Still, she sensed herself going in the right direction. A wordless prayer was mouthed to Freyja, and again to Thor. It was then that she heard the high-pitched ki-yi of puppy screams that set her heart racing.

Yvette had been lucky. She was half hidden in what looked like it might have been a cave. Siv soon saw that it was not; only a section of rock that had jutted ahead and formed a sort of overhang. In the girl’s panic she must have thought it deeper. Pressed against the wall, the rain still buffeted in, but most of the larger debris had chosen an easier path around the blockade. Instinctively, Siv hailed her as a mother might hail its child. Yvette squealed and rushed for her, only to slip in the brackish water and slide half of the way.

Siv hauled her into her arms and the girl tucked her nose and face between the woman’s breast and elbow. She was shivering. Cold sickness, Siv thought grimly, knowing hypothermia by this term alone. She let a deep howl forth, signaling to Gale, and began to retreat towards her own home. It was not far from here and would provide the four wolves cover.

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