01-08-2010, 07:10 PM
A few weeks had quickly slipped by and still the slight framed daughter knew nothing of her fate. The Ollamh had left her alone and the women had troubled the Ri to be instead. DaVinci had been short tempered and offcolored in his words lately and Zana had decided to give him his space, after all she was just another figure in this war fighting for his cause, she was not the one that the weight bore down on. One of the younger men had shown her one of the babbling springs of the lands and she’d taken the time to find comfort in a cold dip in the pool that collected at the bottom of the tumbling falls. She was sore from the workout that she’d received that morning and was basking in the glory at a chance to cleanse the grime from her pelt.
While it had taken DaVinci a while to finally get her to wear clothing upon the ship she understood now that the clan here didn’t live like the shifters back home. They seemed to take their whole lives in ther bi-ped form, leaving the wilder savage quad form alone for the most part. She didn’t mind, she’d never liked settling in her smaller form but it had taken a while to get use to actually needing to dress herself each morning. Now she took the time to remove those annoying garments and slide into the cold waters with a hiss, goosebumps emerging upon her flesh as she grinned and sighed as she began to pour the water over her form, taking the time to ease the tangles from her long curly mane as she soaked in the peaceful pool.
She hadn’t realized that another had come to join her until he splashed into the waters. She turned her gaze towards the male, her eyes sharp, expecting one of the younger males who had hounded after her most of the afternoons when they were free from their training. She relaxed slightly when she realized it was only Aisleran, though she wondered why he’d come bath now when it was clear that she’d come here alone. She ignored the male for a moment while she teased a knot from her pelt, finally able to run her claws through her mane with little trouble. She sank down into the waters and sighed, her ears detecting Aisleran’s slow approach but she tried her best to ignore the male until he was almost before her. Turning her face towards him she pinned her ears back, confused as to why he was watching her silently.
When the words emerged from Aisleran’s maw she felt her heckles raise slightly, utterly lost at what he spoke of. Asking her if she was going to take a mate when the time came, how she felt of being the chosen mother of the Ri’s heir… Her eyes narrowed as she bared her fangs at the man who had always been a friend until now. She had come into her first heat and though the women of the clan informed her that it was normal and what it meant she had dismissed it as nothing more than another challenge in her life, not thinking on pups and mateships. Now with her warrior shadow before her asking such questions everything finally fell into place in her mind, the few things that no one had ever really spoken about before her but the looks they gave her as she moved through the lands. This was not boding well for her conscience.
She snarled and quick as a snake her claws lashed out at Aisleran, four angry welts marking his face as she hissed. ”I’m not the chosen anything!” her muscled tenses as she realized that the warrior before her had not been expecting her reaction, the musky scent of the man she knew well and the apparent arousal were too much for her to deal with as she scrambled from the waters, snatching her dress up and fleeing the scene, not looking back at the man she’d abandoned in the waters, crushing his hopes right there as the scared girl dashed for the halls where her brother was.
While it had taken DaVinci a while to finally get her to wear clothing upon the ship she understood now that the clan here didn’t live like the shifters back home. They seemed to take their whole lives in ther bi-ped form, leaving the wilder savage quad form alone for the most part. She didn’t mind, she’d never liked settling in her smaller form but it had taken a while to get use to actually needing to dress herself each morning. Now she took the time to remove those annoying garments and slide into the cold waters with a hiss, goosebumps emerging upon her flesh as she grinned and sighed as she began to pour the water over her form, taking the time to ease the tangles from her long curly mane as she soaked in the peaceful pool.
She hadn’t realized that another had come to join her until he splashed into the waters. She turned her gaze towards the male, her eyes sharp, expecting one of the younger males who had hounded after her most of the afternoons when they were free from their training. She relaxed slightly when she realized it was only Aisleran, though she wondered why he’d come bath now when it was clear that she’d come here alone. She ignored the male for a moment while she teased a knot from her pelt, finally able to run her claws through her mane with little trouble. She sank down into the waters and sighed, her ears detecting Aisleran’s slow approach but she tried her best to ignore the male until he was almost before her. Turning her face towards him she pinned her ears back, confused as to why he was watching her silently.
When the words emerged from Aisleran’s maw she felt her heckles raise slightly, utterly lost at what he spoke of. Asking her if she was going to take a mate when the time came, how she felt of being the chosen mother of the Ri’s heir… Her eyes narrowed as she bared her fangs at the man who had always been a friend until now. She had come into her first heat and though the women of the clan informed her that it was normal and what it meant she had dismissed it as nothing more than another challenge in her life, not thinking on pups and mateships. Now with her warrior shadow before her asking such questions everything finally fell into place in her mind, the few things that no one had ever really spoken about before her but the looks they gave her as she moved through the lands. This was not boding well for her conscience.
She snarled and quick as a snake her claws lashed out at Aisleran, four angry welts marking his face as she hissed. ”I’m not the chosen anything!” her muscled tenses as she realized that the warrior before her had not been expecting her reaction, the musky scent of the man she knew well and the apparent arousal were too much for her to deal with as she scrambled from the waters, snatching her dress up and fleeing the scene, not looking back at the man she’d abandoned in the waters, crushing his hopes right there as the scared girl dashed for the halls where her brother was.