Maybe God wanted me to be Nothing Special
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Vinatta Packlands, Sacred Groves

Date: 30 Sept (Same Day)

Weather: Calm skies, chilly.

Time: 5 p.m.
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Val-Red Elk

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Lilin Pleases, kthnks <3 This is a clean up thread of the Sacred Grove! Big Grin

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It was hard for him to believe that he would leave Salsola the exact same way he left the Hearg. Why was he so apt to just leaving without a word to anyone? Was it because he felt as if the Gods were leading him away from the places he once thought were supposed to have his presence? Yes, this was one reason. The other reason was because of women. Siv had ultimately caused him to leave the Hearg, for if she had not put him under a love spell, then perhaps they wouldn't have committed the sin of defiling the ceremony grounds. He still would have been a Hundr, and he would have more than likely stayed in the Hearg. This was not the case though, because of Siv, and once he had gotten to Salsola, sure, Siv helped him get into the pack because of family ties, and he got to meet his daughter, but that life.... it just wasn't for him, and neither was it for Alessandra either. She was the second woman to make him leave somewhere to live elsewhere. This one he did not mind as much has the first one, because he loved Lessa, and it was not a perverted love like it was with Siv. Lessa was not related to him in any way, by blood, or marriage. Siv and he were cousins, so it was against his morality to be with his cousin, even if he did, at one time, love her.


His loyalty was now promised to the Virding of Vinatta. It did not lie with Salvia and the Thistle kingdom anymore because of the departure of the Boss. Reykr realized that Salvia was a power-hungry bitch that might as well just run Salsola into the ground if she was not fair with her judgement. Reykr obviously did not think that Salvia would do the pack justice, but he could be wrong. The woman could bring them much prosperity if she played her cards right. The question was if she would play them right at all. Reykr left his home in Jorheim this afternoon to hunt for him and his lovely mistress, Alessandra. He had asked her and Max to stay behind, for he could take down his prey alone, with the help of his steed. He also didn't want Val to be distracted by Vahalla, since the horse and the Elk seemingly did not get along. He rode gracefully on the back of his odd steed. One could ask, why an Elk as a mount? They weren't the best of steeds, but Val got the job done, and he was loyal as hell.


He rode the Elk as if it was natural though, and it was somewhat strange even to him to have such a steed, but as said before, Val got the job done right. Reykr was tracking a small band of deer that he had seen earlier in the day, and their scents led him straight to the Sacred Grove, where he felt a pressure on his chest to not hunt while he was on these lands. He understood that this was the Gods' way of telling him that these lands were sacred and he should not defile them like he was oh-so good at doing. He took the warning and he dismounted his steed and looked around the clearing. The Hurricane did it;s damage here, and he figured that he might as well help clean sine there seemingly was not anyone else around to do so at the moment. He started at the alter, re-stacking the stones to the way he knew that they should look.


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She was useless at home. With the cold front brought about by the hurricane, her offspring had fallen ill. Saul was tending to them better than she could. She had fed them, or at least she'd tried to. While they'd accepted some of the nutrition their mother had to offer them, they were nowhere near as hungry as usual. After hours of fretting over their sneezing and wheezing as they slept, she'd decided to step out for some fresh air. Saul was watching over them; making sure to keep them separated from Colibri's children, in hopes of keeping the illness from spreading. It was nothing to worry about but one could never be too careful, he had assured her.


The Sacred Grove called to her. While she should have sought the Godja's friendship and guidance, Lilin did not feel particularly talkative. She could communicate with the Gods wordlessly. They would heal her children. Her silent prayers would be carried by the wind to a place unattainable by the living. The hurricane had left isolated flood damages in its wake, fallen and uprooted trees - a broken scenery. The Soulstorm heir had not stepped outside until now, and the extent of the damages done to her cherished grove came as a shock.

She noticed the steed before its owner; a male working on the reconstruction of Miskunn's horgr. The Virding had never seen him before- she watched him for some time, unsure of what to say or how to react. Intruders in the grove were normally met with hostility but the scent of her pack clung to man's pelt. He was a Vinattan. A believer too, from the looks of it. Lilin examined the position of each stone; the manner with which he stacked them on top of the damaged foundation. He knew what to do. Pursing her lips into a thin line, the Virding leaned over and took possession of a stone at her feet before making her way to him. "Thank you," she murmured, kneeling next to the male and depositing her piece of the puzzle in its rightful place.

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yeah, I was gonna reply, but then I got high. No, Not really I just wanted to rhyme. :p

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The male was working when Val had noticed a disturbance. His large ears turned towards the woman, and his deep brown eyes were on the woman. Valknut snorted at the woman and then he turned his head towards Reykr and gave a grunt to the man. Reykr recognized that Valknut was trying to get his attention, but he ignored the steed for a moment as he thought about how the setup was. It wasn't until he looked up and smelt the woman that he noticed her, and by this time, she had been watching him, and knowing what he was doing. He was only doing what was natural to him. He saw that the altar had broken down, and he needed to rebuild it, since he apparantly was the first one to come about the damage. He smiled as the woman thanked him, and she began to help him fix things up. His tail wagged lightly and he nodded his head. He knew not of who this woman was, but her scent was strong, like Saul's was. In fact, her scent was intermingled with Saul's, and he had smelt the smell of this woman before. He remembered it from the night he joined. Saul's home. Had he mentioned her? Reykr tried to remember, and he believed that there was another name thrown into the mix, and he tried to think of it, but he was not sure of the name, so he did not speak of it. You're welcome, m'lady. It's the least I can do. the male spoke to the woman finally, and he nodded his head before he picked up another rock and returned it to it's supposed position.


My name is Reykr Helsi. I only recently came to Vinatta, but I'm glad to call it home. he dared not utter of the lands he came from, for he was a traitor to them now, but even as a traitor, he still did not like to speak of them because of their secretive nature. He slightly still respected their customs, even though he had willingly left their ranks. He was not willing to speak about his old home, for that was his business, and no one else's. Oh, and that's Valknut over there. He's weird around strangers, but he warms up to others eventually.the male introduced his steed too, because he figured she might have found it weird that an Elk, of all creatures would be so close by to Reykr, who was a wolf, their natural predator. Some say the only reason Valknut stayed with Reykr was because that way, there was little chance of him getting eaten. That was a praise that was to the creature's intelligence. No one would really be able to tell if the aloof animal was actually dumb or smart though because he often was silly, but also serious at other times. He was as strange as his master, this was something that was for sure. Maybe the gods were telling him something when they gave him the odd steed. Maybe they were telling him that he was destined to always be.....Strange....



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