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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 5:59 pm
when: Early evening
where: On Busthind Mountain
what: Eostre comes to the mountains to fetch her young moirail and encounters an angry blueblood. They probably fight or something.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:00 pm
Eostre's feet ached from the long climb up the side of the mountain. Her mary-janes weren't particularly suited for rough terrain, and her suddenly extra-small stature didn't help much either. A trip that should have only took a few hours suddenly was the struggle of a lifetime. She had to get Tierte back to Four Fronds with her before moonset, because Tierte's hive was a filthy mess and she didn't want to have to take refuge in her moirail's dank cavehive until the next moonrise. That wasn't a proper place for a highblood to stay. Eostre stuck her hands inside the warm pockets of her pink parka, something she bought soon after she met Tierte and found out she lived out on the goddamn mountain, glad to finally arrive at Tierte's hive. Now the real struggle could begin.
Tierte was incredibly difficult as a moirail, very loud and ungrateful for Eostre's precious help. The thought made Eostre's lip curl in distaste, but eventually she knew she'd fix the redblood so she could integrate troll society as a normal and functional being. She had been to Tierte's hive a few times since meeting her nearly half a sweep ago and had been able to get inside her hive more often without much trouble, though the redblood's lusus was always hovering over Tierte's shoulder annoyingly making it hard to just grab Tierte and drag her down the mountainside.
Sidestepping the carcasses on the ground with another distasteful sniff, Eostre kept close to the lit walls of the cave. Who knew what filth is left rotting on the ground here, it was disgusting even for a lowblood. Her foot stubbed against a dusty book and Eostre swore softly to herself. She wiped her small hands against her dress skirt and peered into the darkness.
"Tierte?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 4:37 pm
Tierte's heart raced as she stood underneath the protective stance of her lusus. That girl from Four Fronds came back and she was going to make her have to leave the safety of her hive again. Was tonight the night she'd be murdered? She probably wanted to feed her more of that hot water she laced with poison, or maybe set her loose in the forest where highbloods could hunt her, or make her eat those gross green plants again. She glared at the blueblood's silhouette on the other side of her cave and grasped the soft white fur of Lynxmom's leg with one hand, her other hand keeping her gray blanket around her.
"Tierte?"
Tierte, darling. Lynxmom's soft voice purred, touching Tierte's head with her nose. You know I won't let her hurt you. I'll keep you safe. Tierte nodded, and looked back to Eostre. Wait, was Eostre always that small?
Tierte stepped out from under her lusus, who was right on her heels following her, and crept towards the murderblood. She was about Tierte's height now, and she didn't look like a 7-sweep-old. Was this some kind of trick? Did she manage to manipulate her mind and make her see her as a smaller troll with murderblood magic? Was she going to die?
She hissed at Eostre, her usual feral greeting. Lynxmom stepped behind Tierte, always right by her side, protecting her. "I'm not dying today, highblood," she spat at her. That was always the highbloods plan. To try and kill her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:06 am
The redblood was already hissing at her like a feral animal. Great. Eostre waved her gloved hand flippantly at her. "I'm not going to kill you, Tierte. We went over this. I'm your moirail, not your murderer. I was thinking today we could go to the spa by my hive and we'd get your hair brushed out so you look like a troll instead of a mutant fluffbeast. Or at least get you in a bathtub," Eostre said, cringing a bit at how... squeaky her voice was. She placed her hand on her cheek thoughtfully, and gave a delicate sigh. Like all other nights associated with Tierte, this was going to be a night of hard work. The things she does so generously for her moirail!
Pleased that her moirail didn't question her suddenly small stature, especially since she can't quite explain how that happened, Eostre grinned at Tierte. "Come along, we need to get back down to Four Fronds before sunrise." With a rough motion, she pulled the redblood forward by her arm, toward her and away from her looming lusus. It was a bit difficult not being as tall as she used to be, but she was still a strong girl. She didn't spend all of her time being adorably dainty.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:19 pm
Tierte allowed herself to be pulled from the safety of her hive into the snow of Busthind Mountain. Eostre's silky gloves had a surprisingly hard grip, and she knew struggling really didn't do anything against the older girl, and usually just made her mad. But that doesn't mean she had to give in to the demands she made. Highblood spa? Brushing her hair? Bathing?
She clawed at Eostre's hand, the blanket in her grip flailing wildly into Eostre's face and hair. "No! No bathing! No highblood spas! No touching my hair!" Tierte screeched, and tried to bite Eostre's fingers to release her grip. "You can't make me," she said, finally pulling away from Eostre, stumbling slightly, and running off.
The redblood made sure she was a safe distance from her hive, as well as Eostre, since she knew her outburst likely attracted attention. Her lusus bounded over to her, and she allowed herself to calm down a bit. She wasn't going to be murdered, not as long as Lynxmom protected her.
Still, she couldn't help but hiss some more at her moirail.
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