[M] Round about and bite my man

[p. Rosa]

POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 9:06 am

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Following the earthquakes and tsunamis that ravaged the land, Skoll frequently scouted out the changing seascape. He watched a lagoon abandoned by AniWaya deepen into a lake, and then witnessed the shores crumble away altogether. It was the stuff of nightmares, really.

He reflected on this as he wandered the soft grounds beyond the beach, which had settled into a proper bank molded into shape by the ever-present waves. Perhaps the Tribe wolves had foreseen the coming disaster -- though things like prophecies seemed tantamount to witchcraft. He licked his lips, glancing over his shoulder toward the setting sun, and focused on trotting onward and finding some cover. The foliage on the eastern shore beckoned to him with the songs of crickets and cicadas; it would leave him feeling less exposed near the sea.

Skoll eventually reached the trees, most of them fallen and rotting. His paw smashed down through one such decayed log, and he tugged it free with a grimace. He kept on walking, though not for much longer.

A burning pain made him yip in surprise, and he jerked his paw back up, only for more fire to shoot through his limbs. He ran in blind panic for a few yards, then found the culprits: a dozen red dots crawling up his legs, stinging angrily in defense of their destroyed nest. The wolfdog danced in place, rolled, then began to shift: his forming limbs smacking at the ants, from flailing paw-pats to proper swats from large hands.

The stings lingered even once he'd brushed most of the ants away, and Skoll looked toward the water. Driven by an instinctive, urgent need to dull the burning pain, he jerkily moved toward the water and threw himself down into the shallows, gasping for air as he soaked his arms and legs.

"Tabarnak," he swore.
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POSTED: Wed Aug 22, 2018 8:25 pm

Perched on a branch as she was, Rosa had a very clear view of what assailed the golden man. He was scruffy looking, disheveled, but boasted a confidence that made it all work in his favor. A warrior missing an eye, she thought amused as she leaned forward onto her elbow, eyeing the man as he splashed into the water to relieve feet that were no doubt in agony. He had found the red ants that she herself had nearly run into before the sound of a stranger walking threw her out of her trajectory.

Why she hoisted herself into a tree, it was a mystery. She was hardly high up off the ground, though, merely a handful of feet above it and in no danger of injury. Not like she was afraid of the man, either, the way he looked. Men never frightened her, for they should all have been frightened by her.

She gave out a loud, melodious chuckling at the man's curse. The word was familiar to her, part of a religion a handful adhered to back home in Rome. They were not fanatical but the word was one she had heard them mention of their devotions. Tabernacle of the Lord, their Savior.

Fools, their Savior was a lie and true salvation lay in the hands of another being entirely. They would not be saved. They were too stubborn.

The biting ants are not so sweet, like the fruits of other blessed things, she called out airily, her voice crystalline sharp rather than her cloying honey. The man was fool, like as not.

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POSTED: Fri Aug 24, 2018 4:15 am

Singsong laughter rang out from the whispering leaves -- no cicada's hum, but a dog that managed to scale one of the trees. Skoll twitched his ears toward the chuckling, his head swinging around thereafter. Shaking out his hands, he stood up so he was no longer as prone in the shallows. The stinging ants were washed away, but the pain remained, if faded to a steady burning thanks to the cool water. The salt didn't help too much.

The woman was partially obscured by the branches and shadows, but he could make out a tall, curvaceous form. His eye roamed appreciatively, but the nonchalant words she called out made him roll it back into his head instead.

"Wow, you don't say?" Skoll replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his fur dripped with saltwater. "They aren't sweet? Do you have any other invaluable wisdom to offer me, mademoiselle?" He didn't understand those who tried to be clever or cryptic, being a straightforward man himself.

Thankfully, he was old enough now that most things didn't embarrass him; a younger Skoll might have flushed at the attentions of a pretty girl after a pratfall like that. Middle-aged Skoll was just amused and annoyed.
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POSTED: Sun Sep 16, 2018 12:47 pm

He was sarcastic, but Rosa did not care. His type was not unknown to her and she knew that she did not have to rise to his tone. In fact, she knew better than to address his sass, because that would be the best way to show that his comments got under her skin. They had not so she did not want to make such an assumption known.

Rosa merely smiled at him as he stood there, soaking in his icy bath of water and dripping like some forlorn pup after a bath.

"I am full of advice, but you don't seem to be the type to want such a thing." The way the man responded to her poetic verse told her that he was stubborn and easily offended. Hotheaded. An easy target for her, especially after the brief way his eyes roamed her body.

Lithely, she slid from the tree, though she was halfway to her knees upon landing. Straightening, the femme adjusted her skirt of lengths of fabric, dyed a reddish black. Blood congealing.

"You need a soothing cream, but I have none to offer one like you," she admitted, mostly because she had none on hand and the last of her beeswax cold cream had been used up long before leaving the Continent. There was no such luxury to be found here, away from the lands that flowed with milk and honey. The desolate north was perfect, though, for the coming of the end.

"But I can offer you a warning, instead, if you would listen." She doubted he would.

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POSTED: Fri Sep 21, 2018 7:25 pm

Not if it's a gem like that, Skoll responded, smirking -- though she wasn't far off the mark. Old and set in his ways, the Haskel man didn't bother to heed most words thrown his way, and oftentimes was offended by others, especially those younger than him, insinuating they knew better than he did. Why put any weight in the words of unproven strangers? It meant a great deal that he bothered to listen to some of his close friends in the Court.

He snorted when she mentioned a cream she would not give him, his eye studying the pool of her dress as it straightened when she rose. It looked black, but the light pulled out hints of red -- like spotting the sun behind one's closed eyelids. Her fur and hair was much the same, a dark bistre with hints of a redder color throughout. Dangerous, dark hues.

What warning do you have for one like me? Skoll asked, playing along with the same self-righteous smile on his scarred muzzle.

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POSTED: Tue Oct 16, 2018 6:19 pm

Her lips spread wide as the man asked her the question her own statement demanded with its vagueness. Her head even tilted as though considering the worthiness of the man before her, though if she were to be honest, he was found wanting. This was a man who was perhaps too far gone down whatever path he had chosen to take in life. But it was always worth a prod, a poke, and a test.

The moment of inspection passed and the internal monologue ended. It was her duty as a priestess of sorts to warn those that did not know any better. It was her duty to teach and reach out to educate those of the end of times, something her people knew and were preparing souls for.

"I will warn you of the end. It is coming for the sinners and saints alike. But only the faithful will be rewarded with a blissful afterlife." She paused, looked thoughtful, smiling some more. "But it’s coming all the same. This is the only warning I will give you." The Eyes of Omni saw all, knew all, and it was true that the end was coming. Why else would the Red Star fall and cause so much devastation? It was the warning from heaven that all was not well.

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