[P] oh, but where has thou gone?

Carya Aston · 3 February 2020, 04:18 PM

Quote:It's noon in the Burnt Church Mountains, and it's eerily quiet.
Your character is thinking about their family.

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I just want to hold you

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.

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 3 March 2020, 04:05 PM

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Tora was a little annoyed at his current circumstances. He had gotten up at the crack of dawn and bundled himself up in his robe, tied together his packs of animal pelts and wooden carvings and dried meat and various bits of jewelry and other valuables, made sure he was presentable and ready to greet all customers with a smile. All that effort and there was no serious business to be found. A couple of window shoppers and time wasters trying to fish for bargains, and had he been in better circumstances Tora might have given them some. But he was out of alcohol and running dangerously low on tobacco. Recently he had resolved to cut back but that just made their importance even greater. His cravings were intense and all consuming now, pushing him to desperation after a few days of going without.

It was an exaggeration to say he'd kill for a quart of rum or a pouch of snuff, but only just.

Now under the midday sun the samurai kept going, steering his horse onward in search of trading partners as he lit up one of his precious few cigarettes and gnawed on a piece of salted venison. Another two hours. If he couldn't find someone in another couple of hours then he could call it quits for the day. Keep it moving for me girl. We're almost finished. There was no reply, Jolie content to do as asked without complaint. She was a good old girl, Tora didn't know what he'd do without her. He leaned forward in his saddle to pat her snout, lazily steering his steed towards the smoke of in the distance. A campfire it looked like, a sign of life. Sure enough, he found another person.

Albeit one brandishing a knife at him. I'd set the knife down if I were you. I'm not looking to draw steel but if I'm forced to I will win. His voice was even, steady, completely unperturbed. He had three advantages if the wolfdog wanted to try him: he was on horseback, his katana had more reach than her dagger, and he was a professional soldier. Are you a trader? I'm looking to buy or sell if you're willing to part with any of your goods.

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Carya Aston · 3 March 2020, 07:18 PM

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I just want to hold you

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?

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 13 March 2020, 01:33 PM

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Julia. That's a lovely name. The compliment was easily given, words tinged by his accent that had grown fainter in his years away from home but still ever-present. I am Torabera Tanaka, but most just call me Tora. Use whichever one you'd like. The wolf leaned forward in his saddle to take the offered hand, shaking it before dismounting with practiced ease. Two years ago the idea of gallivanting about on a horse would have seemed ridiculous, but now look at him. It felt like he was riding more often than he wasn't. Jolie was secured next to the other horse, Tora giving his steed a pat on the side as he undid his packs of goods. At the moment I'm looking for alcohol and tobacco but I'm always willing to browse any other wares. It paid to be on the lookout for deals at all times.

Tora took the offered seat and set his own bags down, opening them neatly lay out their contents. He had become a trader himself without really meaning to. Old books here and good leatherwork there, the herbs he collected and made diagrams of, his woodwork, there had been nothing he wouldn't sell to get more whiskey during those harsh months as a loner. And now he kept bargaining because it gave him something to do.

Feel free to come up with things in his inventory! Wordcount:229

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Carya Aston · 19 March 2020, 04:37 PM

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I just want to hold you

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.

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 24 March 2020, 11:35 PM

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And you as well. He was slipping back into the etiquette of his home, removing his hat and straightening his clothes as they got down to business. For the most part he had left the exhaustive list of customs behind but they still bubbled up to the surface every now and again. Old habits died hard it seemed. Just as Julia was looking over his goods he was inspecting hers. The beads and totems were nice but nothing he wasn't able to make more of those than he'd ever need. The jewels he could definitely flip for a good price with a little time.

The book was interesting. Despite the best efforts of both his parents Tora had never been a religious man but their stories of ancient Greek heroes and Japanese spirits had always intrigued him as a child. I'll trade you this book on identifying edible and poisonous plants for yours. For the scotch I can give you a couple of good rabbit pelts. It seemed fair enough to him and he did't feel the need to waste both their time by haggling. The faster this was wrapped up the faster he could start drinking again.

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Carya Aston · 29 March 2020, 01:49 PM

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I just want to hold you

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.

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 1 April 2020, 01:21 AM

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She was watching him. Tora had been looking more at the objects up for sale than he had been her but there was the unmistakable feeling of eyes locking onto him. It had been early in his career when he learned to always trust that instinct, a discrete glance upward all he needed to confirm. The wolfdog was staring right at him as he tried to make himself presentable, sizing him up in some way he couldn't understand before clearing her throat. For a moment he considered questioning her but thought better of it, unwilling to make a scene and somewhat curious to see if it went anywhere. Instead the wolf settled in and made himself comfortable, sitting up on his knees and twisting his back with an audible crackle. Too many hours spent slumped lazily in the saddle, poor posture through lack of being taught any better.

Great, give me a moment. The two rabbit skins were wrapped around the book to form a neat bundle, Tora feeling rather pleased with the outcome. Nothing earth-shaking but he had pretty much gotten exactly what he wanted. This time he managed to catch her gaze, looking right back into her eyes as he took the book. I wouldn't mind hearing about them from someone who knows. Maybe after I can tell you some stories about the gods of my home. His agreement was accompanied by an easy smile, blissfully unaware of any ulterior motives.

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Carya Aston · 2 April 2020, 02:17 PM

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WC: 501

I just want to hold you

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.

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 11 April 2020, 02:17 AM

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It had always seemed strange to Tora that people were willing to put their faith in human gods. If they were real they had clearly failed their first set of worshipers, how could anyone trust them now? Then again he was just naturally paranoid and mistrustful. No doubt he would have been happier if he could put all his faith and trust in some higher power but he was just too curmudgeonly and skeptical for that.

So the Norse god were nothing more than amusing figures in fairy tales, Tora listening to Julia attentively as she explained how a giant gave everyone air and that Odin watched over everyone protectively. Crystalline eyes flicked towards her neck as the gesture, recognizing that she had reached for something but not wanting to ask. No doubt it had been some sort of important relic or heirloom that the trader regretted losing or getting it stolen, it wasn't his business to pry into.

A shame about Balder, it sounds like the world was a better place with him in it.

Someone who was the epitome of all that was good getting murdered by a vile backstabbing trickster? Sadly not an uncommon story. Please do! I'm enjoying this quite a lot.

She was looking at him again, her eyes undeniably running across his face. Tora couldn't help but shift the slightest bit closer, this time locking eyes with her as he motioned for to go on. He wanted to see how this play out, whatever this was.

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Carya Aston · 13 April 2020, 03:07 PM

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WC: 451

I just want to hold you

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.

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**Toraberā Tanaka** · 16 April 2020, 12:14 AM

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The unexpected offering made Tora grin, taking the piece of jerky and ripping off a shred just as the trader devoured hers. The amount of salt did little to phase him, he had eaten enough of it in the Mojave that just thinking about the desert brought the taste to his mouth. This was just a drop in the bucket. Thank you very much Julia.

Her devotion to her gods wad obvious and no doubt admirable if one was into that sort of thing, Tora putting aside his skepticism for the moment to let himself enjoy the stories. True or not she had a way of making them captivating, drawing him with her of gods and their rainbow bridges.

And her looks certainly helped keep his attention. It had been some time since his last bit of physical affection, the drunken night at Biff's seemingly a decade ago. In reality it hadn't even been a full week but he was feeling restless, lonely, desperate after his rejection by Kalypso. He had told her then that he intended to court her but circumstances had interrupted them before she could accept or deny. Since then they had avoided each other.

He was a free man at least for the time being, why couldn't he see where this ending up taking him?

You're a wonderful storyteller, your voice is beautiful.

The compliment came easily, Tora's eyes lingering on Julia's for just a moment too long as he handed over the book and moved to sit beside her. Her joy was infectious, Tora's tail wagging behind him as he listened to her speak. How big is Yggdrasil? Mountain sized? Bigger? It would have to be around there surely to support the weight of the sky and everything in it.

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