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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 4:54 pm
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 When he had gone into the rogue lands Ulf had expected to return with a title and a new mate.
What he'd gotten was a Thrall.
Sjorn was a sweet lioness. He couldn't complain about having her around, not really, especially when she did so much for him. It was like having a second mother. She knew his moods better than he did, but what had he done for her? Saved her from being a Thrall to Toril. That had been a public scandal. Not only did he have the public rejection by Toril on his mind, but now, recently, he had their biggest fight.
He was still nursing a wounded shoulder from it. When they returned Toril was ready to walk off with Sjorn, but Ulf had stopped her. No one that sweet deserved to go with such a harpy, and he'd told her so. What had she done? Tried to rip out his throat, naturally. Ironically, he had been thankful to be in public since others had been there to pull her away.
But what did that mean for Ulf?
He had no wife, no band, and a Thrall.
Well, at least he had won back some of his dignity, so there was that.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 3:36 am
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Svana could hardly believe it had finally happened. After all her hard work, all the long days training, the many vikings, all those hours spent asking questions of older Captains, and even her ambitious step of forming a pre-made crew.
She had done it!
She was a Captain!
Unable to stop the broad grin she knew was plastered to her muzzle she walked through the pride in something of a daze, the Warlord’s words still ringing in her ears. She had already told her brother, of course, no way would she have not told him soon as she had been released from the Warlord’s presence. And she had just finished telling her.. well, she supposed he was her ex-Captain now. Lucivar had been pleased for her, and offered his time if she ever needed to talk. But right now she was uncertain where to go or what to do. Her news was like a bubble of joy stuck in her chest, making her float above the ground instead of walking along it. Laughing under her breath at her own silliness, she suddenly spotted a rather woebegone lion up ahead. She recognised him too. There was only one family she knew of that had that exact shimmery colour of blue in their fur.
“Hail Ulf!” She called out to him, raising a paw in greeting.
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