the incompetent babble

Valinta LeStrange · 08-09-2011, 06:20 PM

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OOC here: herp. aw anyone?

The female wandered around the packlands of Anathema, wary of actually entering the caves themselves. The last time she did, she had gotten lost. Exactly as she had thrice before. It was difficult for her, mostly due to the sense of helplessness she got once she lost her sense of direction. Valinta stared at the dark mouth of the cave and sighed, trying to prepare herself to enter.

It wasn't so much as she was scared. The chocolate-furred entity would be able to get in the caves and to her own den much more easily if that were the case. It was really just her not liking the ordeal. Bracing herself, despite her misgivings, she went into the cave and immediately felt cooler than she was before, outside. Keeping one hand along the wall as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she stepped forward.

Making her way somewhere, she lifted her head. She could smell food, so she was... near the kitchens? She thought that she was in the commons, but wasn't sure. They were close to the kitchens, though, weren't they? Keeping her nose in the air and following the scent of foodstuffs, the petit form that was Valinta made her way towards the source of the smell.

Finally somewhere she recognized, the kitchens, she climbed up onto a wooden stool and looked around, enjoying her sudden height that came with the perch. Valinta surveyed the kitchens and leaned against the wall, happy to enjoy the aromas until she figured out exactly where her home in the caves was. Food smelled great and was much more enjoyable than the musty, damp smell of an unused cave, where she oft ended up while 'exploring' the caves.

But she was rescued each time, so it was all fine and good. Closing her eyes briefly, she let the smells waft over her and sighed in enjoyment. The kitchens were always her favorite place to be in her homeland. It appeared it would be that way in her new homeland as well.

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Io Berlin · 08-12-2011, 01:21 PM

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oh this will be fun Smile

Io had settled herself in her new home fairly easily. Already she knew where most of the pack land marks were and she could navigate herself around the cavern cambers pretty well. She also knew what rank she was aiming for, Caretaker was one she had considered. But right now she was busy exploring again, picking up where she had left off last time. The caverns were long and extensive, an impressive sight to any who had walked through them. Sniffing the air, Io smelt food, store rooms obviously. Moving forward, Io's mind turned to her own cooking. She stilled owned Aeron that rabbit, it hung strung upfrom a ledge in her chambers, but Io still needed to find various ingredients in order to make a half decent meal.

Entering the room, silver eyes hit a dark form. It was very short and for a second Io assumed it was a child, but it wasn't it was an adult. A short adult, but an adult none the less. Pulling herself from her automatic pause at the door way, Io strode in with flawless confidence. 'Hey' she said in a casual tone, her accent strong through out. She moved over to the edge of the room and started to survey the room.

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Valinta LeStrange · 08-16-2011, 06:49 PM

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Word Count → :: herp.

Valinta leaned back on her stool as she watched what went on in the kitchens and idly wondered about Gunnar. Hopefully he wasn't getting into too much trouble, though she hadn't seen him in a while. The boy was capable of taking care of himself though, she assumed. After all, he would be shifting in the near future... hopefully.

As a strikingly colored woman entered the room, she looked at her own chocolate fur and shrugged imperceptibly. She was purely wolf, and couldn't have a pattern as the woman before her did. The woman in question looked at her, and Valinta was briefly mesmerized by her silvery eyes. Her own golden eyes flashed as she nodded in reaction to the greeting.

"Hello," she said, accent strong. "How might you be this fine day?" she finished. That, of course, was a slight joke. Valinta didn't actually know what day it was, nor how fine it may or may not have been. She really only knew that time was passing from other peoples' coming and goings... She herself hadn't left the cave quite yet. Of course, she probably wouldn't until she knew her way around them...

So the petit female safely assumed she'd never see the light of day again, which was fine by her, really. She saw no real need to. Of course, she knew she'd have to bring food for both herself and her son, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem. Sighing silently to herself, Valinta realized that not leaving the caves was not an option. She'd have to leave and get lost in them until she learned her way around.

Io Berlin · 08-22-2011, 07:05 AM

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OOC here!

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The other woman spoke, and Io shrugged in reply casually, 'I have not seen the day recently, but in regards to my well fare, I am fine, yes'. She couldn't fathom a reason why this stranger was askinbg her how she was, politeness probably, but politeness was usually only warrented by males who spent time with her, or people who knew her. None the less that act wasn't rejected.

The hybrid had noticed the woman's accent, and immediatly placed it. To most, the woman's accent's would seem similar, but to the contrymen of those two countries the difference was obvious. Only idiots couldn't tell the difference in her mind. 'You are Russian, yes?' It was more of a statement than a question, she knew she was correct, but turning it into a question masked her vainity and arrogance.

The hybrid took a seat, 'I'm just taking a look at the kitchens, as I may be spending a great deal of time in here...' Or perhaps she could convert one of the spare caves in her home to a kitchen, it would take some work, but it would probably be worth it.

Valinta LeStrange · 09-05-2011, 04:25 PM

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Sorry about the lateness. school started and it got kinda crazy Tongue

Valinta looked down from her stool at the woman who seemed to be curious about her politeness. The chocolate-furred woman had learned that it was easier to catch flies with honey than vinegary... Not that she wanted flies, disgusting little creatures. She wanted friends, companions. And politeness was the proverbial honey. And besides, why be rude and mean when there were people who actually deserved it?

The woman, who had a strong accent herself, noted the Russian femme's. "I am indeed Russian. And you are Polish, are you not?" Valinta already new that she was Polish, something that could be easily mistaken as Russian. If you were an idiot. Putting it as a question made her seem nicer. Less self-important. Or self-absorbed or whatever it was that people said when she acted vain and shallow.

The dog-like woman would be spending lots of time in the kitchen? She was a cook? Valinta smiled. "This is a nice kitchen." She really only could assume, having never stepped foot in a kitchen in her life, really. She was a princess, and that was just... menial labor. It was preposterous, really... But she could certainly appreciate a good meal, and hopefully would be doing so soon. She loved to eat.

She looked at the red and white woman and her lips twitched. Valinta could somehow see herself in that woman, and thought that they could make very close friends. "I'm Valinta." she said, quietly expecting the woman's name back.

Io Berlin · 09-06-2011, 12:01 PM

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'Yes', Io said, her voice unsurprised. Both countrymen would be able to tell the otherwise similar accents from each other in a way that no other could. Shrugging the satchel from her shoulder she pulled out a book from it. It was writting in English, to Io's annoyance. Sometimes she misread things, not because she didn't understand, simply because the writing sometimes confused her. Especially late at night.

Then the woman spoke, about the niceness of the kitchen. Something Io had to agree on, it wasn't anything compared to the emporium they had in Cesarski, but it was something. 'Yes' she said softly, taking out another scrap of paper and a short pencil. Running her index finder under the words as she read them, Io proceeded to scribble down what she needed. But not in English. Never in English.

The woman spoke her name, Valinta. Finnish or something. Io knew various things about names, this was one of them. With all the information written down, she stood, sliding the book back into her bag. 'Io', she said this with a breif smile, nothing more, or less, than usual. 'I am looking for some things, ingrediants' she said, surveying the stocks carefully.

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