[aw] ye may eat the flesh of kings

Ithiel de le Poer · 07-04-2012, 07:45 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: Borders, AT Date: ~2 July* (Backdated) Weather: Hot, threatening storms Time: Noon			--

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Ithiel is by me!

Ithiel's bright red eyes roved over the trees. A raven cawed once and took off from his branch, flapping lazily above the treeline. Ithiel frowned -- he did not trust this bird; he knew well enough how to make use of a bird-scout. He shifted in his saddle and tilted his head back to sniff at the air, inhaling deeply. Lystra snorted beneath him, uneasy in the unfamiliar territory. The big chestnut mare was ill-accustomed to traveling over these mountains, but Ithiel had little other choice.

A second horse, roped to the first, trailed behind him. The little red roan Bairre was laden with goods, too, and could not be ridden. He was an easy-going sort of stallion, however, and did not balk at being packed with goods. The other horses in the stables were not suited to this task -- he knew the look in the Maelysa horse's eyes well enough. She had Lystra's fire and none of her temperance.

The dark-furred coyote pulled his mount to a standstill, halting her well in the neutral territory. Sliding down from the saddle, he tied Lystra to a tree after fiddling with her halter. The same was done for Bairre, though the hybrid lingered a moment to draw a large leather bag off of the horse's back. He grunted as he slung the thing over his shoulder, though he moved easily enough, trotting toward the foreign pack's border.

It was a short trip, and he stopped a respectful distance away, lingering and inhaling the thick scent of many wolves with a sour face. For goodwill and peace, said Myrika, but if so, she might have chosen a better envoy. Though capable of politeness, the dusky-furred hybrid would suffer no impoliteness from the wolves he treated with, either. Lightly armed, he carried only his sword along his hip. No quiver, bow, or dagger -- though a dagger was strapped to Lystra's saddle -- meant Ithiel felt naked. The scabbard and steel were enough, however -- any more and they might consider him a threat.

Lillith Alexandria Trombe · 07-04-2012, 08:56 PM

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> Big Grin

After the rast ceremony of the previous day Lillith felt renewed, reborn almost. But not in the sense of personality or creed, no, instead, in the way of ability and respect. She had seen the way some had looked at her when she had unveiled her sacrifice to the pagan Gods of Anathema, seen how some had looked with disgust, others with horror, others with no reaction at all. But she had done what she had been told to do; she had not tasted the wolf pup’s blood, only the blood of its mother and siblings. She had done right by it, no? Presented it as if were merely sleeping instead of a soulless husk.

Still, she reveled in the reactions of her pack-mates, both good and bad, and today was rewarding herself with a leisurely ride on Korosk. Her mother didn’t like her riding the large Percheron stallion, believing she could not handle him. What did Panda know anyway? She obviously did not know her own daughter, did not know Lillith’s desires, her internal sufferings.

The red woman sat tall and proud on her steeds back. She was wearing the tight black dress she had come across for the first time, and she liked how her angular, sinewy body filled it. Her still freshly dreaded hair was pulled back tight up behind her head, and any stray fly away strands of hair kept under control by a dark green scarf. She felt beautiful and mighty, and oh, what is this? A male and some horses; a coyote stranger; she urged Korosk forward to get a better look at him, hazel eyes piercing into his cherrywood ones, but she said nothing. And then, like a dark angel, from above Skrak came to alight upon her boney shoulder. She reached up to give the large raven a small scratch under his chin; he was also silent.

Ithiel de le Poer · 07-04-2012, 09:52 PM

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Ithiel is by me!

The dusky-furred hybrid was not long in waiting, though by the time the noise of hoofbeats came to his dark ears, the dust-furred hybrid had shifted the heavy pack from his shoulders, setting it down on the ground. He flicked an ear, listening to the approaching canine and their noise. Horses had their advantages, but they were also terribly noisy, and unlike Luperci, they did not know when it was best to remain silent. Were he traveling on a more surreptitious meeting, the dusky-furred hybrid would have gone on foot.

He awaited the stick-thin woman, tall and rather like a pole, and her big horse. Crimson eyes appraised the both of them, wondering; one could never determine rank from appearance, but the fox-red woman who greeted him seemed more a child than a fully-ranked adult. Perhaps it was simply her smallness -- she looked rather like a waif to the dark-furred hybrid. One ear went half-mast, but he said nothing as she approached. She, too, kept quiet; this was preferable to mindless chatter, at least.

The dark-furred coywolf stepped forward, careful to keep his toes from wolf territory. I come from Inferni, he said, deep voice loud to cover their distance. Our new leader sends gifts for Anathema, he said, indicating the bag leaned against his legs.

Lillith Alexandria Trombe · 07-08-2012, 03:54 PM

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OOC here! +3

The silence between them was almost comfortable, as the two canines considered each other. Lillith nearly cocked a tufted ear to the side as she took notice of his weapons and appearance in greater detail; she somehow felt that this whole encounter was making the coy male somewhat put-off.

Still, it was obvious he had some kind of deep sense of duty, as his loud and unwavering voice called to her, saying that he was from Inferni, and that the new leadership thereof requested he deliver gifts to those of Anathema. Lillith interest was perked immediately, and she dismounted Korosk and briskly strode over to the male. He was being very respectful by remaining just outside the borders, so she had no reason not to trust him, and even if his intentions were ill, she had no fear of him.

The first thing she noticed now that she was face to face with the man was that she was not quite face to face with him. For her entire life, Lillith had strained her neck to look up at those who were all taller than her, but now the tides had turned. Even in her still blossoming state, the Trombetta girl was taller than this full grown man. Somehow the idea tickled her, a small curve of a smile touched the corners of her black lips. But she would not goad him as she might have others, no, he was here on business, and she being the only one present, was currently representing all of Anathema.

Lillith gave a small inclination of her head, Good day to you, Ithiel of Inferni. I am Lillith Trombetta, of Anathema. Please, show me the gifts you have brought. She tried to sound and cordial and authoritative as possible, and was doing a damn good job at it if she did say so herself.

Ithiel de le Poer · 07-10-2012, 04:40 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

Though he loathed the idea of delivering gifts to wolves, he saw the use in it. This place was not so segregated as Scintilla. While the other packs had not fallen beneath the ire of the Boreas wolves, they hadn't helped Inferni, either -- this was to be expected, though. The least Ithiel could hope for was an uneasy kind of peace, and it seemed to him Inferni had found it at long last -- if only they hadn't many years of bloodshed and war beforehand, he might have called it a victory. He would not be the one to break that peace, no matter his own feelings.

He nodded at the name and introduction, though it meant little to him. Ithiel was not one to frequent pack borders or consort with wolves; the closest he'd come was with Hotaru, and he suspected his feelings toward her would have been starkly different if not for her handicap. He bent toward the bag and opened it gingerly, lifting the largest item first. He needed not introduce this item or the next -- her use of a horse told him she would know without being informed.

The dust-furred hybrid set the saddle down and plucked a halter and set of reins from within the bag, wrapped carefully around itself. He laid that atop the saddle and opened the smaller pouch on the outside, drawing the jewelry from within and holding it out in his hand. And the bag as well. My leader bid me to ask you to deliver these to the leader of this pack. Whatever cannot be used personally might be distributed to the pack, he said. Myrika's words -- he didn't care what happened to these things after they left his hands.

Lillith Alexandria Trombe · 07-15-2012, 08:37 PM

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What a bish....

This man was a business only type it seemed, as he nodded curtly and went straight to procuring the gifts rather than speak any more. Lillith didn’t mind this however, she honestly did not care much for what he had to say, only for what he had to give.

The first gift was a saddle with matching reins and stirrups, expertly made and well maintained it seemed, though the Trombetta girl couldn’t care less; she only road bare back and saw no need for the crutch of a saddle. The next items to be revealed were trinkets, though beautiful ones nonetheless; Ithiel told her these were to be distributed amongst the pack, if Naniko herself did not see use of them. Lillith gave him a twisted half-smile, suddenly very disappointed that there didn’t seem to be anything in the bag for her specifically, and she was so hoping for another gift, even despite having received several the night before.

With a sigh, Lillith moved to a contrapposto position, a hand placed cockily against one of her boney hips, the movement causing Skrak to have to beat his wings to stay balanced on his perch. These are somewhat… underwhelming. She said in a no nonsense tone, Just what kind of message exactly is this new leader of yours trying to send with these gifts? Truth be told, Lillith was not sure what the relationship between Anathema and Inferni was, so she was somewhat sifting for information with that question. Either way, the saddle and trinkets were not nearly enough to salve any sort of bruised rapport, if that were the case, or peek any interest in alliances. In fact, it seemed almost an insult, but Lillith suddenly found herself to uncaring to even speak her thoughts.

Ithiel de le Poer · 07-16-2012, 07:06 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

His shoulders twitched in a shrug, and he looked over the gifts again, curious as to what was the matter with them. The trinkets were not to his liking, of course, but the dusky-hued hybrid saw the practical value of these other gifts given and knew there were many canines unlike him, the sorts who valued pretty baubles such as the jewelry. I have no message, just what I bring. We needn't give anything back to wolves at all. It is a kindness, even if your sort thinks it small. he said, blunt as ever.

Those who served in the battles received the first choice of goods. Those who remained home received the second choice. Those who served not at all receive no choice, only what we deign to give. Though the dust-furred hybrid recognized the cock of her hips and shoulder, the hand on one hip, and knew what it meant, but he spoke only what he considered truths, and without anger. Ithiel's voice held its typical pattern of flat neutrality, though irritation rose deeper within him. He had expected some amount of ingratitude or even bewilderment, and he was prepared for it, at least as best as he could.

Regarding the skinny woman with his cool red eyes, he considered her rank and whether he might be better seeking another. A half-second of rumination told him he ought to just leave off entirely, that even if she was ranked lowly within the pack, he was likely to receive the same response from the upper ranking wolves, too. He was a coyote, after all -- it was to be expected, no matter where he went. Whether she spoke for all of the pack as an alpha or addressed him from somewhere significantly lower in the hierarchy, he had done his duty and delivered the goods.

If your pack does not want them, I will take them away with me. Either way, I will go now.

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