I never seem to find a reason

p. Loki

POSTED: Thu Aug 31, 2017 12:14 am

(200+) For Raze & Loki! Vague part of daytime.

Walking underneath an overcast sky, Lithia began to notice a pattern with herself. Any extended period of time in a given place, and she found herself feeling rather restless. She didn’t know why it happened or what caused her to feel this way, but it was there. The feeling was always nagging her. She thought, once, that she did fit into Sapient’s culture – and perhaps part of her did – but she was beginning to feel more and more out of place these last few weeks.

She suspected it was her position in the pack. Trained for stealth and information-gathering at a young age, it wasn’t a path she was able to follow in the materialistic pack. Spying and trading dirt was given to only a few hand-picked members, and she was not one of them.

Scavenging was great, but it was all she had to show for herself. It wasn’t enough. She didn’t feel like her effort was enough. And that was important to her.

With Totem taking up the rear a few paces back, Lithia cut through the Sticks and Stones, heading down towards the Dampwoods. She liked hunting in that forest. It was familiar to her, and she felt free there. On her back was a backpack of all her valuable belongings. Somedays she felt like leaving and never coming back… and it was always her personal possessions that kept her returning.

Well, now she had them, so there was no turning back.

She shared none of this with the scarred, white slave in tow; only brooding over the thoughts that hovered in her mind like thick fog, waiting to blind her in the darkness.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 13, 2017 3:41 pm

It was the role of a father wolf to ensure that his family wanted for nothing, and Loki was no exception: especially in the materialistic world that was Salsola, he wanted to provide them with wealth along with security and nourishment. Their status as children of the Crone would only help them fly so far, ad while he fully believed that they should earn respect by their own merit, he was not above helping them do so.

This was what brought him out to trade. The ride to the old ruins of Freetown was not an especially short one—five days with proper rest—and he was not altogether sure of what would be found at the ruins. Rumor had it lawless traders had set up shop there, but this was something he would want to see for himself. If nothing else, he would pass by the proximity of other packs that Salsola considered wealthy (or wealthier than their semi-barbaric neighbors who had good only in shared horseflesh).

Berkanan was delighted to be out, and she ran through the wooded foothills quickly. Loki had to laugh and hang onto her, his dark riding gloves fisted in her reins and her black hair. But he let her run around for a while, and tire herself out, necessitating another day of travel probably—but it wasn’t in his spirit to be overly strict about this. He enjoyed the feeling of the wind in his face and the happiness of his horse.

They slowed and stopped beside a creek and a crooked jack pine, where Loki fixed his twisted bun of gray hair and made sure their packs were not compromised. He pulled one of his prettier-looking pelts out of one satchel and smoothed his hand over the fur, frowning as he inspected it, when Berkanan shifted her weight and pricked her ears, and Loki turned to look at what the horse had seen. A dark woman flecked with silver walked through the wood with a big white canine behind her.

Loki was quick to smile and bow. “Hello, friends!” he said, and with a flourish draped the russet pelt on Berkanan’s back; she whinnied hello too. “You look burdened by that pack, should have that big man carry it,” he cooed.
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POSTED: Fri Sep 15, 2017 8:52 pm

(200+) ooc text here.

She had been walking so lost in thought that she hadn’t noticed when they came upon others. It was Totem’s grunt that alerted her to something and the man’s greeting that answered all the rest for her. Pink eyes studied the silver-coated man, draping a fur over his mare’s back. It was an empty thought, but she realized she would have to go back for Gezi anyhow. How could she forget her stallion in all of this?

Maybe that was a sign that she needed to take him out more.

”Hello traveler,” she echoed, closing the distance between them now that greetings were out of the way. ”You’re right. I’ve been so lost in thought, he’s been traveling burden-free this whole time. Totem, hold this.” Then she took off the bag and gave it to the scarred white male. He took it without word – mostly because he couldn’t speak – and wore the pack on his shoulders.

”What brings you to the outskirts of the Black River Reserve? Traveling? Trading, perhaps?” Anything to lessen her load. Perhaps he’d give her something to secure her way into a new home. Or perhaps not. ”I’ve got a few jewelry pieces I’ve been trying to rid myself of… Would you be interested?” As she said this, she fingered a large bright ruby that hung from a chain around her neck – a gift, once upon a time.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 28, 2017 10:25 pm

The silver-ticked canine greeted him and agreed, pushing the packs off on the big scarred male, and Loki giggled at this rather girlishly. “Men should know their place,” he said warmly, raising his brows at the male as if to playfully chastise him. The way that he followed her in silence, without disagreement, made him wonder as to his role; was he a bodyguard, or was he something else?

He lifted his chin lightly to sniff and appraise the woman. She smelled of others, of salt and spices and musty buildings, whereas Loki’s scent was scrubbed clean with his wife’s soaps and seemed part of a pine forest—and Berkanan, of course. Her sweet horse scent was rubbed into his clothing and fur where he sat and draped himself upon her, as he did now, an arm languidly sliding around her neck as he leaned into her shoulder.

“Oh, I would be quite interested,” the man said, perking up. He patted Berk then rifled through his packs once more. “You’re in luck; it’s mostly trade that brings me this way. I have some fine pelts, some leather pieces and parchment; oils and fats too.” He pulled out a little pouch and opened it; the scent of rendered tallow would reach her nose. “I’ve got stories, too, if you fancy those to sweeten a deal.” He winked.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 05, 2017 3:37 am

(200+) let me know if you're not cool with the symbol reference. I wasn't sure what he was wearing.

”He does know his place. A little too well,” Lithia corrected, circling the large scarred slave to rummage in her bag on his back. Totem avoided eye contact with the man, fixing his gaze on the ground beyond the horse. ”So much that he won’t actually nudge me in fear of being reprimanded… and he can’t speak, his tongue was cut out, so… He stands there, or follows, until he is told otherwise.” Then she came around the slave, producing a gold snake bracelet with empty, socketed eyes. Once upon a time, there would have been gemstones there. Once upon a time, it was a gift for an achievement, but the only gift she treasured was the blood red ruby that adorned her neck and the spike tassel necklace she hid away in her bag.

”I think you might love this piece…” she said, stopping just in front of him and holding the piece out to him by her frosted fingertips. She eyed the snake bangle he wore already, and also the Salsolan symbol printed on his clothes. ”I’d accept oils… if they’re scented. And stories… if they’re useful.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. She thought he knew what she was talking about.

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