[m] no rest

POSTED: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:01 pm

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úlfhéðinn

Despite the fact that Urho was the sociable sort, he had been reclusive in the last few months within the Thistle Kingdom, working diligently on his new home and workshop. He had been intent on making himself incredibly useful now he had risen higher and higher in the ranks on his own accord, seeking to continue the work he had been honing back in Europe. He already made some gifts for the Queen's grandchildren, partially as a thank you to their mother for obtaining him a horse and partially as a payment for the same gesture. It hadn't been necessary, but that was the kind of man he was regardless. It was a grand gesture, in his eyes.

Winter had long passed now and spring had sprung, as they liked to say. The bear of a man had scared quite a few outsiders when he wandered around the borders, making them think there was an actual bear roaming around the Salsolan borders. It was an honest mistake despite the fact that he held his knife in a single fist and trudged along on his two feet — as he always liked to do.

Even if he was built to fight and dominate, Urho wasn't the kind of man who liked to creep along the borders and look for a fight. Instead, he sought to fuel his knowledge and work with his hands. The burn of fire was much more satisfying than the thrill of the hunt in his own opinion, but he had developed a love for the former from an early age. If he had been exposed to the former, maybe he would have been a different man in the end.

At least he was still prepared if he found the latter coming his way. He ventured a few miles outside of the borders with his map in hand to make sure he could confidently find his way back.

p for calla. just outside sl borders in drifer bay (EDIT- added [m] on title and mwarn tag | [wc — 319] template by hilli
Last edited by Urho Rask on Mon Jun 20, 2016 2:47 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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POSTED: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:47 pm

familia fortis elegit

The breeze that cut through the small clearing she stood within carried with it the scent of other canines, a fact that was lost on her as she moved quietly to settle herself on the edge of a boulder, stationed between her and one of the largest trees she thought she'd ever seen. Its roots were tremendous, stretching for what felt like miles despite the fact that they only moved on a few feet all around her. The ridges and cracks in the boulder she sat upon were likely caused by the branches moving through it, as she thought now on the type of strength that the great mother had to exert in order to do something like crack this giant stone.

She left, started walking and lost her way as she drifted into the thick folds of her own mind. The day had been wasted with the mindless walking of the witch who had ingested just a few of the mushrooms that she and Loki had taken for themselves from the borders. Despite the sensation that recoiled through her, she was in bliss for the world was a variety of colors that seemed sharp and significant compared to what they were before she started. Her fingers felt numb yet she felt as if she were riding the clouds, lost in their embrace despite the scary sensation of being outside of Salsola's borders for the first time since she had joined the pack itself.

Her scent was that of rose oil and clay, the thick substance rubbed into her fur and then washed away only a few moments before she took hold of the dried mushrooms at the edge of her bed. She thought herself invincible with all the magic of her blood flowing so swiftly through the air around her. She didn't notice when the first of the trio cut through the trees, his arms thin, his body tall and lanky, followed by two others that moved as if they had been watching her the whole time.

"Would you take a look at this?" one said, glancing her way, the sun-dress covered girl peering their way with bright blue eyes that held firm on the one speaking. He stepped closer to her while one moved, grabbing hold of one of her arms to tug her from the boulder. He was the first to find that she wasn't simply going to sit still, despite the lack of clear emotion written on her face. The palm of her free hand struck out, catching his muzzle which brought with it a surprised yelp and a growl from the one who had previously been speaking.

She felt fingers curl about her throat, though she couldn't help but grin haphazardly, tongue slinking from her maw to kiss against the flat of her nose. "Oh please don't hurt me, mister," she said as if suddenly fearful as the other two mutts grabbed hold of her arms, tugging her closer to the trio's leader.

Surrounded by three canines of varying sizes, primarily coyote and coy-dog hybrids. One tall and lanky, another shorter and stockier, the last sort of in between.


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POSTED: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:47 am

úlfhéðinn

Common sense dictated that if you saw a bear heading your way, you would want to find your way far, far away from said bear. No sense in sticking around and letting it get the opportunity to eat you, no?

Well, Urho may not have been an actual bear, but he could deal just as much damage as one in this metaphor. His slanted eyes spied an altercation developing nearby, involving three unfamiliar canines and one familiar waif who just happened to have a very significant connection back to him. That made her family to him — part of The Family, to be specific — which made their approach a dangerous one.

It was common knowledge that you never messed with a bear and their family, wasn't it?

A huff snorted from his nostrils and he nearly stomped his way over, cracking his neck and giving the group a warning shout that the hamrammr was in their midst — and he was no longer the tamed version of himself.

"Ej!" he barked again, now nearly within arms reach of the tall, lanky luperci who looked like a stick next to the Finn. "Mitä luulet tekeväsi? Huh?" Upon closer inspection, he found that the trio were a species that, despite not seeing much of them here, bore a strong resemblance to the jackals from the East. His lip curled slightly at the thought, pointing the khukuri at the leader with a determined look in his eye. "I ask you once, okay? Leave the girl alone and I won't be forced to hurt you."

Maybe it was generous of him to just give them to chance to ditch rather than outright slaughter them all, but Urho wasn't one to make a mess — at least not with blood. Food was an entirely different story. "How about it? Everyone gets to leave with their heads and their egos, hmm?"

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POSTED: Wed Jun 15, 2016 7:09 am

familia fortis elegit

Her fingers felt numb, the sensation spreading over her arms and down through her abdomen, making it harder to concentrate on the situation at hand. She heard the commotion of the three trying to grab her but the experience was something out of a horror film, leaving her feeling out of body, despite the fact that she could still see each of them, especially the leader that leaned closer, letting his teeth rasp against the side of her throat. Don't move, he growled into her ear which only elicited a brief struggle with her against the two that held her in place, their fingers clinging tightly against her arms, one's hand set at her back so that she couldn't try and back away.

Interruption did not seem in the plan between the trio who still had the girl by her throat. She could feel the leader's fingers curling harder against her skin, making it harder to breathe but not shift where she stood. A grin slid over her maw, hidden by the reach of her upturned snout as her guardian and savior came walking through the thickest part of the woods, intent on saving her from the grasp of the rugged group who wanted nothing more than a fun time with the supposedly defenseless girl.

With the arrival of a third party in the form of someone who seemed intent on bringing justice to the situation, the leader turned with a cruel smile to face Urho, deliberate step carrying him only slightly forward while the other two let go of Calla, thinking that their leader stepping away was an order to let her go. As they stepped forward, she lifted a hand to brush at the side of her neck where her skin still felt hot and fiery with the brief flicker of pain from the leader's bite.

She felt her lip curl as she glanced between the group and the familiar sight of the other rather burly member of Salsola, something she gathered by the scent that wavered in the air, soured by the scent of the three that scowled at him.

We out number you, came the leader's reply, though his voice was much crueler than before, his head only slightly pivoting on his shoulders to peer at Calla while she shifted uncomfortably where she stood. I doubt you'll even get close enough to touch her, he taunted, turning to face Urho.

Calla felt sick, her stomach weaving an intricate dance, both clumsy and upsetting. She felt bile beginning to rise at her throat but wasted no time in making the first move. Turning one's back on someone just because they seemed weak would have made anyone angry. For her, it only took the bite at her neck to realize how sorry the trio was.

She was upon the leader from behind before he could get out another word, her teeth catching around the back of his neck while her legs and arms curled about his shoulders and chest to hold him in a tight bear hug. The other two, shocked by the sudden violence, stood starkly still, their eyes wide and darkened while the leader flailed, trying to reach over to grab Calla from him to no avail. She was low enough that he couldn't reach her.

Might need a tag for the rest of this.. Left the two others for you. :D Your post was good. (Very bad mushroom trip)


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