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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 1:45 pm
She actually was in her den; sorting through a cache of her latest objects. Sometimes when she was antsy or bored she would begin a small trinket with no real purpose and store it away until someone would come and seek something out; and she'd deem it worthy of the task. There were bones and stones and chunks of leather and goodness knows what else, sprawled across the den floor. Baskets weaved of grass and bowls made of skulls were all full of 'this and that' and she was starting to get overwhelmed by this endeavor. Why did she send Thuto on a chore at a time when she needed him for a moment.
She sighed heavily; her lilac eyes starting to show signs of weariness.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:57 pm
 The time was drawing near to when he'd be ready to rejoin the rank reaver. He'd sparred against his kin, honed his claws and his body after a year of exile in the roguelands, and finally felt he was ready. Now it all came down to a few things. Surprisingly, one of the most important to the old blood stormborn, was that of luck. One should never doubt the power of luck, and who else better to channel the favor of the Gods than a priestess? He'd had his choice in deciding who to go to, but it eventually came down to one thing. Who best to make him a talisman?
It was a common thing for priestesses to do, but some were better than others. He spoke from experience! He'd lost the holmgang that had gotten him exiled after all, and had since thrown that unlucky talisman to the sea to be swallowed and dragged to the bottom. So it was time for a new one. One that would work.
The large lion found himself standing outside one such den, his tail flicking behind him in thought. After careful consideration, and some consulting on the matter, he'd been told that priestess Morath was the one to go to in this instance. Clearing his throat loudly, Brandr stepped to the mouth of the den, calling out and hoping she'd be home to hear him, "Priestess Morath?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:08 pm
She hadn't been expecting a visitor. She also hadn't been expecting to make her home into a complete disarray of her possessions. She sighed, putting the rest of one pile into a basket and pushing it back into its rightful place; before turning to the next pile and began sorting them into two options; the junk pile and the keep pile.
She hadn't heard Brandr approach and was all but oblivious to him outside her home when a voice called to her. She startled, sending a small amount of her things to go scattering this way and that- boy she had slippery paws sometimes. She cleared her throat; straightening up and looked towards the entrance. She stood, padding over to the opening and eyeing the male who stood outside it with her eyes no longer looking to sleepy.
"Yes. That is I." She said simply, her expression that of surprise perhaps. She hadn't had a whole lot of folk come by interested in her stuff; and she really wasn't one for being out and about anyway. That was Thuto's job.
She did recognize the male but did not know his name. "May I be of assistance?" She added.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:49 pm
Ah, good, she was home. An easy smile slipped on to Brandr's lips and he inclined his head to her as she appeared from within the depths of the den. There were those members of the pride he remembered quite well, and those he did not. Morath happened to fall into the second category, and Brandr oh so did enjoy making a good first impression with the ladies. "Yes, I hope so", he replied pleasantly. Though his voice was certainly mature and deep as expected of a male, this particular lion possessed a smoothness to his voice that he liked to lend out freely when the womenfolk were around.
"I'm sorry if the timing is an inconvenience, I'm Brandr", he supplied in no hurry, taking the time study her. It was a shame he hadn't known her before his exile, perhaps he could have made a better impression. After all, holding the title of reaver was much more manly than freeborn. Ugh, he couldn't wait to reclaim his status.
"I'm in a bit of a need, you see", he went on, settling himself back on his haunches at the mouth of her den. He hadn't been invited in you see, and he wasn't about to start stepping on the toes of a priestess, even if he was putting on the charm a little bit. "My lucky talisman turned on me and so I threw it to the sea. I need a new one", he explained, blood colored eyes casually connecting with hers. Of course, he kept himself relaxed and free of tension, not wanting to startle the girl any more than he had already seemed to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:54 pm
Morath noticed how charismatic this male made himself out to be with just the way he talked. She didn't smile on the outside but inside she was slightly pleased with having a visitor that was seeking her assistance. She took great pride in her work and not everyone caught onto that. She smiled softly though when he spoke of his name. "I don't think I've had the pleasure."
She cast a glance back at the mess of a den; that was her home and workplace. "I uh. Well... lets just say boredom tends to lead me into organizing; which is not my thing." She looked irritatedly at the piles and jumbled pieces and parts and baskets EVERYWHERE. "Thankfully my thrall is better at it than I."
She lifted her head and lavender eyes observed him. "A talisman?" She questioned; stepping back into her den and delicately stepping over the collection. "Please come in; excuse my mess." She added.
"Tell me more about your old talisman. What was it composed of?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 2:33 pm
Well, she wasn't instantly put off by his charm, so that was encouragement enough for the robust male. He ever so much enjoyed getting to exercise his 'gift' whenever the occasion popped up, which helped further his good mood and good will towards his current company. "A mess? Don't worry, I'm sure mine is-" he'd started to say as he was invited, rising to follow her further into the den. Well, his certainly wasn't that bad! However, he wasn't about to anger a priestess, especially while he was asking her to give him the favor of the gods. "Its not that bad", he offered instead, giving her an encouraging smile as he did so.
Wow, there really was everything strewn about, wasn't there? Some piles he couldn't even tell what they were. Did all priestess live like this? He'd like to do some investigating into the matter, but it wasn't exactly a good idea to go around bothering priestess for no reason at all. That being said, the large lion was careful not to step on anything; something of a funny sight as he tiptoed around piles. "Well, my old one was made by the priestess Thokk, as one of her first projects as her mother's apprentice. It worked well on Vikings and such, a little simple in design and I'm afraid after a while it had started to unravel", he paused to nose at a strange pile of trinkets, wondering if there was one that looked like his old one to show her. Hmm, no such luck.
"I probably should have taken that as a sign, but instead wore it to a holmgang that I lost", he chuckled, obviously holding no ill-will for the events that transpired. "Lets see, it had bone, leather straps, dark stones, and I think she said she had soaked it some kind of herb water? I'm afraid I don't remember very well", he offered with a shrug and sigh.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:46 pm
She continued to look pretty disgusted with her mess as her eyes gazed around at... everything. She chuckled. "I appreciate the kindness but-it's bad." She said simply as she led him to the back of the den; where a blanket of furs was sewn together into a rather nice rug. She sat down and motioned to sit across from her.
The rug itself appeared to be made of many creatures. The distinctive zebra. A few smaller pelts. It was comfortable to sit upon and was the one thing in the den that was not covered in stuff.
"Ah; that tends to happen. When talismans and trinkets begin to 'age' it is simply them knowing their time is over; and often just go missing. I like to refer to it as 'wanting to be alone during their death.'" She said, nodding her head.
She nodded again. "Hmm. Sounds easy enough to reproduce; but now it'll need a few added things. Since you have obviously aged both in your mind and in your body; so I will have to compensate for that..." She seemed to be talking aloud in notes. "Hmm. It should be easy enough to make within a weeks time... Is there anything else you'd want involved in this talisman?" She looked to him; her lilac eyes looking a lot more open and shiny. It certainly showed what her passion was; her work.
"As in, do you have a paw you tend to favor due to pain, or perhaps a certain smell that bothers you at times; anything like that."
Jovi of Shadows Sorry for the lateness. A lots been going on lately. ;C
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 5:44 pm
Brandr followed her, only stopping when the priestess made herself comfortable on her furs. He was really trying very hard to ignore the mess, but to be honest it was kind of baffling. He was use to the idea of priestesses being mysterious, so it was strange to think of them as... normal. Normal enough to live in a mess at least.
Luckily she gave him something else to focus on, and that was her explanation for the charm's wear and tear. He chuckled a little bit, remembering the day he'd lost his holmgang. "Is that so? I'll need to remember that", he paused to crack an amused smile. "My captain actually told me he thought the thing cursed, but you would know more than he on the subject." And to be fair, that's part of the reason why Brandr had thrown it to the sea at the time.
The large male brought a paw up to rub at his forelock, almost embarrassed to be thinking about silly little personal things for her to use in the talisman. "Hrmm", he thought aloud, the noise gruffer and deeper than the voice he'd been using with her thus far. After some thought he brought his paw down with a sudden smack, a clear 'A-HA!' brightening across his features. "I use my claws more in battle than I do my teeth. Does that help?" He hoped it helped. Anything else and he might be too embarrassed to talk about it.
"And what about payment? You're not doing this for free", he sounded as though he was reassuring her of his willingness to pay, but to him it was more of a command. He would not allow her to make him something so time-consuming without getting something else in return. It was just wrong.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 1:08 pm
Morath shrugged her shoulders. "Well, anyone can believe what they want.. but I highly doubt it was cursed. It was just time for it to move on." She said simply. She was busy studying everything around them and taking mental notes of things that she thought would be good to use on Brandr's talisman.
She inclined her head and stood; fishing around in one basket for a moment with an obvious and serious frown across her teal masked face. She dug for a moment here, then went to another basket and began to take objects out of it. She mumbled a moment before making a sound of accomplishment and she carried something over in her muzzle; as she took her seat on the furs again.
She set down a leather bundle and untied it; revealing many dark claws. "Claws are perfect...." She said, smiling happily up at him. It was an almost startling sight to see a smile on her face. Her thrall would have been nervous of her smiling as she hadn't done that in a while.
"Payment?" She asked and looked perplexed for a moment. "Well... I have been in need for a new fur for my den... I've had this one since my father first brought me here... It was from the land my mother resides in..." She said, looking admiringly; as she touched the fur beneath her softly. It was obviously a wildebeest at some time in it's life but was obviously worn. "If you can get me another fur... I will consider it even." She said with a smile.
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