Tell Me My Future

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POSTED: Fri Aug 05, 2016 11:16 pm

After greeting the King of the Court and making some small talk the Moon King returned to the fire’s edge to retrieve his queen. She was easy to spot and he doubted anyone nearby had missed her. The light from the fire glistened against her snow white fur, accenting her curved beneath the dress she had been so unhappy to wear. He short cut hair was messily styled on top of her head, giving her the appearance of a wolfess you would not want to get struck by. Yet Luca was so drawn by her, like a moth to the fire’s light. Approaching from behind he wrapped an arm around her. “Enjoying yourself?” He teased. It was not the worst thing in the world, to enjoy the company of others, but Lyris was not one to seek out others company.

Their relationship was founded upon a mutual respect. Luca deeply respected and trusted in her ability to wield a knife and throw a punch, as any respectable Cavalier female. It made him sad for men who chose weak females as their mates. How tiring it had to be to continuously worry for the safety of your loved one. Even as his daughters aged they were beginning to show their independence and skills, each training and developing into their own woman. One day, maybe, he would not worry about them either.

Taking his mate by the hand he smirked a toothy grin full of mischief. “Come. I have an idea!” He spoke in a devilish whisper, luring her into his trap with ease. Leading her through the crowd he brought her to the source of his joy. A lanky wolfdog was seated on a rug, cards and a crystal ball beside her. “What do ya think Lyris? Do you think there’s any truth in a fortune?” He teased, his own lack of belief clear on his lips.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:59 pm

Tl;dr ugh. Lyris is wearing something like this! (+800)

The woman of steel felt like dissolving where she stood. Upon entering, Lyris had gripped Luca's arm with some hidden urgency, only visible in the way which her claws pressed to his fur, clinging the closest verb applicable. When he had left her where she stood to go greet, diplomatically, his fellow leaders, a flare of anger coursed through her chest, and she did not move for several stiff seconds. Figures whisked around her, the scent of alcohol and slow-roasted meat familiar but crowding to her nose, the notes of laughter and easy conversation pulling her ears left and right. A rock that broke the flow of the crowd where she stood, Lyris finally decided to move, and indeed headed towards the food. Upon her svelte form was draped a dress, of sorts- thought it could rather be considered a collection of fabric. Clara, when sewing her the garment, had made suggestions to make the wear far more gaudy and colorful and extravagant than Lyris would ever allow, so with only the echo of a growl in her throat, the seamstress had obeyed her wishes and instead created something simple and decidedly more Lyris-eqsue, though no form of clothing could she ever be grateful for. It was loose-fitting and only barely brushed where it was meant, and despite its comfort, the Mani wished to rip it from her shoulders. But she did not, instead only flicking the slitted fall of fabric back so that she may cut directly to the roasted meats, of which she stole a platter and ate without consideration for who may throw a disproving glance her way. She consumed like any warrior-woman, hearty and full, but at some point did force herself into restraint. As of late, she was hungry constantly and without reprieve, and heads would be turned should she engulf a slight too much for her slender figure- which was, apparently, bearing some element unknown. Regretfully, Lyris dropped the clean plate, and noting that she had miraculously avoided grease on her clothing, swept to the edge of the fire to stand, alight and glowing, with her jade gaze trained on the inferno's heart. She glanced at those that dared pass too close, and while her expression was not intended to be intimidating and closed, it was perceived by unfamiliar faces that way, latticed with scars and a dark-black tattoo glimpsed between falls of robe-light material. She was an unhappy, uncomfortably stiff form near the edge of the bonfire— often glancing back to the deliciously tempting buffet— and remained such way until a footfall she knew all too well pulled her attention. Luca's voice all but dissolved the anxiety building in her chest, and she lifted her nose to brush his, the faintest of a growl bubbling in the base of her throat. It was only half-jesting. "Not at all. The meat is good, though." Lyris added, her words falling undeniably short to express that such a fact did little to make up for her hatred of such festivals and gatherings. Luca grasped her fingers, and the Mani tipped her head at him, jade eyes narrowing slightly at his mischievous explanation. "Hmmm," was with all she replied, uncertain what to expect, before following his bear-clad back with slight reluctance, flicking a hand at the dress that brushed her shins in irritation.

By following her Lune through the crowd of mottled bodies, Cavaliers and Vináttans and Courtiers alike, they eventually reached Luca's apparent destination, and Lyris could only stare at the booth with confusion and distaste. When she realized what the woman's strange objects were, the Cavallo rolled her eyes and huffed, pulling her hand from Luca's to instead cross them across the chest of her loose-fitted dress. "Oh, definitely." Was all she could say, the word bleeding so thickly with sarcastic remark it was almost painfully clear. The caravan woman flickered her eyes, sharp and foreign as they were, to meet Lyris without flinch. The Cavalier did not break her contact, impressed, if lightly, at the fortune-teller's lack of fear or intimidation at Lyris' challenging voice and scar-latticed, hardy features. "You foreigners are so cocky!" Her voice, lilted faintly with accent, was not accompanied without a jesting smile, though there may have been some truth in the lady's words. "I am Simza. If you doubt it so, there is no harm to sit and try, no?" With a gesture of her hand, clattering with bangles, she gestured for the mated pair to sit. Lyris glanced at Luca, and then back to Simza, and with a challenging stare, sat without hesitation, folding her legs to the side, her irritation with her dress obvious. Luca would follow suit, and as soon as he did, the caravaner spoke again. "Crystal, cards, or palm. You may choose." Lyris looked pointedly at the Lune, ordering him to pick.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 06, 2016 10:46 pm

Lyris’ grumpy demeanour was to be expected. At one point he would have called Lyris wild and unpredictable, but these days he found he could pretty much guess how she would react to things, and usually it was not going to be with a smile. He respected her past but when it came to events such at these he tolerated her frustration under the assumption she would suck it up and act appropriate for a day or two. Diplomatic events for Casa often meant dressing up nice, smiling at strangers and trying to build relationships – all things Lyris was not a fan of. Still, Luca could only love her more knowing that she did things she disliked for the sake of pack and mate.

Standing in front of the fortune-teller he chuckled quietly at his white mate’s snarky remark. Luca was far from a spiritualist but he held a deep belief in the sun god. After all, Fenris was at the base of Casa’s creation and moral standing. He knew Lyris would not, and could not, believe in such a mythical thing but Fenris was as far as Luca’s own beliefs went. As far as he was concerned the lady before them was just some crazy lady trying to earn some pelts and food in exchange for some shots in the dark. The thought of Lyris getting her fortune told was just too much fun to not actualize though, so here he was.

The gypsy met his mate’s snark with her own bold comment, her gaze daring the couple to walk away without putting her to the test. An outreached hand motioned for the pair to sit on the carpet with her and Luca looked to Lyris. A large grin spread across his face as his mate sat down, certain she was about to prove this wacko wrong. Quietly he sat down beside her, his golden eyes looking over the strange tools Simza used. Deciding to go with the devil he knew the best he spoke, “Cards.” The fortune-teller flashed a toothy smile, her bangle covered wrists jingling as she reached down and began to shuffle a handful of warn cards. “Choose 3 and only 3. Place them down in a line in front of you. No peaking!” She commanded, exposing the uniform tops to the Lune first and then to Lyris. “The cards hold your past, present and future.” Her eyes flickered to the white wolfess. “Ladies first.”

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POSTED: Mon Sep 05, 2016 12:20 am

boop, am slow (+500)

Luca appeared to be enjoying the ever so blunt words his mate spilled, as was the usual, but Lyris paid him little attention in the moment. Simza's lack of fear or shrinking in uncertainty was unexpected; the Mani had always assumed these lying, thieving types- as a fortune teller was among them, was she not?- to be brimming with cowardice. But the bangle-clad lady had a glimmer of challenge in her eye, and Lyris was now interested and determined. The was the most curious figure to be met all day, as all of the guests that milled around the Court's festival appeared painfully bland and similar to the next: Luperci of different groups, eager to dress in frilly and showy cloth and put on a false demeanor. This woman was unique- she had something about her that kept Lyris from disregarding her confidence immediately. She would knock her down a step or two, undoubtedly. These fortunes were rubbish.

Lyris shot Luca a look of deep jade at his goofy grin, though once more it was less serious and more exasperated. This could only be painfully inaccurate. When the Lune chose cards, the archer cut her gaze back to Simza, who explained the procedure and then met her eyes without a flinch. Ladies first. Lyris allowed the silence to lapse, waiting for the foreigner to break her stare first. When it was apparent neither would give, the pale woman snorted and then reached forward. She chose the first three cards in sequential order next to one another, having no desire to pick and choose at random, as well as expecting this would throw the wolfdog for a loop. Simza only raised an eyebrow, her meaning behind the gesture hidden, and then selected Lyris' first card, bangles crackling. The fortune teller examined it and then placed it face-up in front of the mated pair. "Your first card explains your past. You selected Ace of Spades." Lyris waited, expectantly bored. "Misfortune. Death bleeds like ink throughout what once was. It haunts you." Simza met her eyes, but the mother was not impressed. Anyone could have assumed as much from a warrior-like woman who sat with a stony face and body littered with scars. The foreigner slowly flipped over the second card. "Your second explains your present. You selected three of Clubs. Love and happiness. You have been granted a second chance and successful marriage." Again, Lyris glared without awe. Another assumption easily made; certainly her scars were old and she sat next to a strong and comely mate, so her past of misfortune had turned to something else. The more Simza spoke, the more Lyris was convinced she was only an excellent person-reader. "Your final card sees your future. You chose nine of Hearts. This is the card of wishes. A desired dream is to be fulfilled in time yet to come." This answer just as vague as the Stryder would have expected it to be, Lyris allowed a puff of air to whoosh from her nose, not quite a snort, but close enough to be considered disbelieving. "And I assume you cannot explain what this wish is?" Simza met her sights with melancholy. "Fortunes do not reveal the specifics. That would be unfair." The Mani lifted her shoulder, then, as if to say 'that's too bad', and then looked at her mate. "Your turn." The fortune teller also looked to the Lune, as expectant as Lyris.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 25, 2016 5:22 pm

Sitting on the mat he grinned like an idiot. There was no better time to him than the moments when he made Lyris miserable by dragging her into some humanized hilarity that she deeply disagreed with. Today he had hit the jackpot of annoyance – she was dressed nicely, at a festival and now she was sitting on a mat talking to some crazy lady. All this made his smile stretch from ear to ear, teeth shining as he wiggled in his seat with excitement. He was excited to see just how far Lyris would let the lady go with her card reading.

The fortune teller’s motion for the wolfess to go first brought even more joy into his soul, as though that was even doable. Without patience Lyris took the first three cards in order, typical Lyris. From beside her the golden male rolled his eyes. Biting his tongue which willed him to scold her to at least try. Silently he looked on, leaning forward to see the cards as they were placed. His tail wagged behind him, shaking with excitement and curiosity. The mention of her past stilled his tail momentarily, and his hand reached over to land closer to her in reassurance. The cards were read and Lyris maintained a face of seriousness, unwavered by the words until her green eyes turned to him. It was his turn.

The gypsy reshuffled the cards, presenting them to the Lune who eagerly picked three at random, golden eyes shifting to Lyris as though to tell her ‘see this is how you do it.’. The bangles on the woman’s wrist jingled and she took the first card from Luca, revealing it to the couple. “Your past, ten of hearts. You have overcome some difficulty to reach good fortune.” Sizma looked over Luca waiting for confirmation or denial. He nodded his head from side to side, his lips pushing together in a so-so agreement. He had not dealt with nearly as much as others but his addiction had almost got him kicked out of his home.

The second card was taken, the fortune-teller’s eyes spotting the symbol and number. “Your present, nine of hearts, a wish of yours has been fulfilled.” She said with a smile. Luca looked to her with a bit of letdown. “I guess you can’t tell me about my wish either.” He signed. With a smile Sizma reached forward plucking the last card from his hand and making a ticking sound with her tongue. “Your future is in the cards and there you will find your answer.” Her eyes glanced down and began to dance, shooting up to meet Lyris as she placed the card down with a chuckle. “5 of Diamonds!” she laughed with knowing eyes. “A birth.” She managed to speak as she looked at the white wolfess with a knowing grin. Golden eyes flashed with emotion from disbelief to uncertainty as he too looked to his mate for comment. “Lyris?”

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