'Souls RPG

Carya left her daughter at the campsite, a few miles away. Her horse was tired, and her own legs were tiring as well. Curiously, her steed sniffed at the Aston, nipping at her hair. Playfully batting at the horses head, Carya noticed how quiet it was near the Burnt Church Mountains. Not even a chirp from a cricket was to be heard. It was midnight, or close to, Carya had been wandering around these areas for sometime.

Her mind wandered towards the last time she spoke to her daughter almost seven hours prior. "I'll be back," she told Aani, watching her daughter lazily pop a piece of jerky into her mouth waving a hand at Carya as Carya curiously cocked a head at her. "stay out of trouble. please." As if she needed to hear it from her mom again, Carya could hear her daughter scoff at her and then wave a hand and say 'yeah yeah'. With that, the Aston female loaded up her horse with books, furs, jewels, trinkets, and tons of wooden carvings the elder female herself carved. Shaking her head, she reminded herself of the fact that although her daughter was young, and sometimes naive, she would be okay. Aani was always okay, even when she wasn't. Hell, she handled the death of Falon, better than the adult did. It was a scary and trying time for the both of them.

Grabbing the reigns again, Carya stopped walking and stretched, a yawn producing on her maw. Allowing her horse a moment to rest, she patted her old companion on his face, smiling as he nudged her hand back with his nose. We should probably rest, it's been a long journey old friend. he seemed to be in agreement as he slowly laid down so Carya might remove his bags. Slowly, one by one, the Aston female removed all of her steed's bags, and opened the final bag she laid down, to produce some flint and steel as well as kindling and logs. Building a small fire, she went out towards the edge of where she was to gather some rocks, to prevent the fire from spreading else where.

In her thoughts, she remembered her children, Daniel, a pup of only two months whenever he froze to death. And Falon, who was seven months and drowned. She swallowed sharply, wondering absently about her mothers, Tayui and Anu. Where were they? Surely they were alive? Who knew, Carya up and disappeared only to return to the pack she left, dispersed. What about Val? Auggie? Andi? Were any of her siblings alive still? Caught up in thought, she returned to the fire with stones in her hand, placing them silently. Of course, the eerie silence of the forest, was interrupted by the sounds of a twig snapping. Gripping her knife from her waste, she spun around kneeling on the ground.

The male was upon her in seconds, his steed stood and she knelt. Glancing up from her crouching position he spoke to her. Speaking about setting the knife down and saying he would win, Carya cocked an eyebrow at him. Cocky much? Instead of starting a fight like any normal day, she re-sheathed the knife. Standing up, she flipped her hair and looked at him dead in the face, when he questioned whether or not she was a trader.

Raising an eyebrow, she gave a click of her tongue towards the male and then a small smile, the fire she had lit flickered against her white and cream body from where she stood. Lucky guess I su'pose. I'm Julia. Fluid, smooth, truthful, she stuck out a hand up towards the male on the horse. He wouldn't be able to tell this wasn't her real name, she was simply giving him her alias. They weren't close, or anything. Besides that, Carya didn't know if she should or could trust this male.

After they shook hands, assuming he would shake hers that was, Carya would step towards her fire, and gesture for him to bring his horse as well. You can tie her up next to mine. He's a good steed. Lifting his head in acknowledgment he chewed his cud, and let out a small whinny in greeting. Pointedly sitting next to her bags, she gestured for him to sit across from her. Tell me, what is it you're looking for?? An eyebrow rose as she let herself settle against the rock she chose to sit on.

What was his play? What was he really here for? Or was Carya just being overly paranoid again?

He complimented her name, and it took Carya a moment to realize he was talking to her. She remained silent, and gave a small smile at him and a nod, meaning "thank you". Cayra went and grabbed her own bag full of trinkets and such, before she returned towards the seated male, and returned his compliment. His accent was there, but not quite as noticeable as it once would have been, she guessed. Nice to meet ya, Tora. she didn't have an accent, it was just a plain little northwestern drawl, that was it.

Pausing in the middle of muddling around her bag, she glanced at what he presented to her, laying it out on the ground, and she paused her eyes fixating on his woodwork and the old books. Letting a clawed finger trace her maw, in thought, Carya hummed in her throat. I may have an older bottle of scotch, it's only about half full though. Sitting up straight, and smoothing the fur on her legs, she crossed her right leg over the left.

Laying out her contents, she produced beads she hand carved, wood-works of her own that were bears, and other animals, and then a few pieces of finer jewelry and jewels. Namely rubies, pearls, and opals, that Carya collected. And sitting in the very bottom of her bag, was an older book about the Gods of Norse mythology. It was the book of which her Gods came up the most. She set this one out, too. Because why not enlighten others of her Gods? Let the bartering begin.

His words were kind. He was sweet, in a sort of little brother kind of way. Carya watched him with intense eyes, and she flickered a white tail, before running a white paw over her white dappled face. He removed his hat, and had straightened his clothes, and the Aston female found herself staring, because suddenly he went from little brother persona to damn boi, you hawt. Blinking her blue eyes, she dragged her eyes away from him. Well almost. Catching a few more glances from her peripheral. Glancing away at the last minute, she cleared her throat to herself flickering a gaze over all his valuables.

It had been way too long since Carya had lain with another man, let alone watched him as his shoulders and muscles twitched under his thicker fur. Her eyes drug up to his face, and she gave him a small smile as she swallowed down the flirtatious comment she felt herself daring to say. Right. Yeah, that should work. She blinked, and then clasped her hands fingering the book of hers and picking it up to hand it towards him. If you're interested at all, they're my Gods. I can give a brief over-view. Perhaps you will listen and give me company?

Carya was just plain lonely, is what it boiled down to.

He responded to her helpfully and had handed the items over to her, as she did to him. She smiled easily at him when his gaze caught hers and held it sharply. A tingle over her skin as she readied herself to start with the tales of the Norse Gods she was so fond of. Her ears flickered on her skull, and Carya cleared her throat.

Right, so our gods, they’re Norse Gods. Once upon a time, humans worshipped them as well. She paused letting herself remember the old tales she was told, remember the tales she told to her daughter teaching her about all of them, reading these books that explained them as well. There was Ginnungagap, which was basically a bottomless abyss. It separated the once icy kindom of Niflheim and the fiery lands of Muspelheim. When they clashed, they created clouds and the clouds rained down and created life, the first living being was named Ymir. He was technically a giant, but I give thanks to Ymir for the breath I breathe everyday. Giving a smirk, she was proud she remembered these details. These were in the books too, nothing she was taught from Vinatta. We have Odin, our God, is the allfather. He rules Asgard which is one of the nine worlds of which is within the belief of Viking’s, whom are the ones who met and believed in the Norse Gods. Odin’s wife, or mate, is Frigg, she is said to the goddess of love, fertility, beauty and fate. She went to reach up and grab her fithr necklace, but the sadness of having given it to her ungrateful daughter flickered on her face momentarily, before she rearranged herself into a sitting position.

With one white finger she pointed upwards, and then down. Now, I believe in Odin as a protector. He guards the skies and watches over us. As his children, we walk on the earth, and our blessings, and thus; blessed. A gentle smile towards the male. And then she was back to it, the words spilling from her mouth like butter. Odin and Frigg together, had Balder. He was believed to be immortal and was the epitome of kindness, radiance, fairness and beauty as well. He was killed by mistletoe. She licked her lips and continued.

Then, Loki. He’s the God of mischief and deceit. An evil deity. He killed Balder. Then Thor, he is by far my favorite God. She gave a gentle laugh. Thor was Odin’s son as well, he was humanities protector, and now he is ours. Freya and Freyr were twins. Brother and Sister. Freya was built in Frigg’s honor, she represents beauty, fertility and love. Freyr is the giver of pleasant weather conditions, and prosperity.

She looked to him and gave a shrug, There’s a lot more to these stories and to the Gods. Shall I continue? There’s a handful left of the ones I know.Waiting patiently with azure eyes, she wandered them over his face. How Fantastic.

Finding excitement in the fact that this gentleman wanted to hear more about her Gods and Goddesses almost made Carya jump for joy. Remaining seated where she was, she produced a little bit of jerky from her bag that she freshly cured, and handed him a piece. Without much as a warning she devoured her own piece and then downed it with some liquid that she stored in her leather pouch. It wasn’t alcohol but instead water, tasty compared to the saltiness of the jerky she accidentally made too salty.

Opening her maw, she found herself in a trance almost, as she spoke about the remaining Gods and Goddesses. Heimdall is known as the god who shines the most. His skin is of the purest white, and he was a son of Odin who sat atop Bifrost. A bridge that was made of rainbows and connected Asgard, which was where the Aesir Gods were, with Midgard, the wold of humanity. Then Hel, whom was goddess and ruler of the Norse underworld. She was also pale in comparison to other gods and goddesses. She takes care of all who enter her realms. Then, Vida who was a son of Odin and Grid, a giant. His powers were that of strength of Thor. Then Vale was the son who avenged Balders death, by killing Hod. As she finished up she let out a breath and smiled at the other a small flicker of her tail beneath her.

Then she drew a symbol with her finger in the sand. The Yggdrasil. It was poorly drawn and a little bit sloppy from the sand, but he would get the idea. She pointed to it. And then smiled when she spoke now. This is the Yggdrasil. It connects all the worlds together, one where Loki slipped through undetected and killed Balder. He was a great God to have on the world we walk on today. Settling her hands into her lap, she flipped her hair over her shoulder before she asked him for the book back, momentarily.There’s a page that shows the depiction of the nine worlds. She flipped through the book carefully, as to not tear the pages of which were worn, and gave him the book back as she explained even further about Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil was a immense ash tree that is the center to the cosmos and considered very holy. Very many who worship our Gods and Goddesses are often found giving daily gifts and sacrifices to the tree that is said to connect the worlds together.

Now Carya beamed, her eyes light and smile even lighter. Nothing gave her more pleasure than to explain her entire belief to someone else.