Their first date such as it was seemed to have gone well it had established that they could at least have fun with one another if nothing else. It was probably smart to take this part slow, she didn't want to rush the formation of a potential bond that should remain strong instead of crumbling soon after formation.
She had invited Vosh over again for a dinner type situation. Ruelash it seemed was out for the night, and judging from the small footprints she suspected that Sauron's daughter had come for a visit. They were probably off causing all kinds of fun, while she was indoors trying to be domestic for once, that being said she was a good cook...when she put her mind to it, so perhaps the indoor life was not all that bad. Exciting things could happen here too...like..almost missing the root and getting a finger. She sighed. Oh well, soon Vosh would be there and save her from the dreaded boredom of being alone and indoors.
The rain pelted on the roof and its brisk tattoo did much to soothe her..no one would notice if she were to desist cutting carrots and go dance in the rain for a little bit. She snuck out the door and relished the feel of the fresh water on her face, it rejuvinated her and so many other things around her, the plants, the soil and the rivers. Rain was a beautiful driving force in nature. As long as one didn't mind getting rather soggy it could be enjoyed and celebrated.
Her feet moved of her own violition and she let the wind writhe around her in duet. She felt free, and clean and pure, at peace with everything around her. Soon enough she ended her dance and crept back inside to finish making dinner.
Votzhem had to admit to a little excitement – more than he really ought to allow himself, in his opinion. The first date had gone well, that much was certain, but would the next few dates go well, too? Would this one?
Probably, but Votzhem had learned the hard way that past successes do not guarantee future results. That was why he was single. Still, he would at least spend time with Iroia, and have a nice dinner, and that would be a good memory, wouldn't it?
And he'd try to make this work, honestly. He always did. He just never was what the ladies were looking for. That was all.
Anyway. Dinner. With a nice girl. He decided to focus on the positives... which was essential because it was pouring – more than usual even for Jahuar in the rainy season. He used a big leaf as a shield, but otherwise his coat kept him from being too sopping and drenched – it was made for snow, and could handle a little dripping water.
Perhaps not a deluge, though. Already he could feel it starting to become damp and heavy. Finally, though, the camp was in sight and he, relieved, started for a tent where a fire burned and the welcome smell of things cooking came to his nose.
Before he got there, though, he noticed something odd: a figure, dancing in the rain. He stood back and watched as they moved, water pelting them and creating patterns amidst their tattoos. ”Hello Iroia.” he said, grinning, ”Lovely out, isn't it?”
Iroia sqawked in the most uniroia like way when he came out of the rain like some kind of handsome rake. He had caught her...red footed as it were. She had nearly made it to the door too, she wondered how long he had watched her cavort. "Yes indeed it is, the rain is very important to my family, the rain supports our home in tail so its presence is welcome. Although if this keeps up I think even the Tale will get soggy." She brushed a sodden lock behind her ear.
"I believe our food is almost ready, would you like to come in and taste test it for me? I want to be sure I got the spice balance correct." She grinned and took his hand to better gently tug him inside. "There is a place there for your coat, hopefully it will dry out a bit, I hope it can handle a little rain its very fine cut I would hate to see it ruined."
Iroia put a spoon into her thick soup and brought it over to him to try. "I figured soup would be nice on a rain chilled night such as this, it was a family favorite at home."
Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:15 pm
Duke Edward Drake
A pair of theives and their kid. Who either get in and out without either of our two noticing *eyebrow waggle* or the grown ups trounce our two and make off with stuff. Because our two lost.
Votzhem managed to hide a snicker under his hand at her reaction, schooling his face with admirable discipline... but the amused smirk was, indeed, still glinting in his inky eyes. She was funny. She really was.
”Oh? Yeah?” he sniffed, trying to determine just what she had made. Somehow, Iroia hadn't ever really struck him as a chef, though frankly neither did most of the sisters. He took off his coat and hung it up, relieved to be free of its weight for a little while. He hoped it dried too, but for now...
He obediently took the offered soup and tried it, though he was a little worried about its consistency – a little like mud. Still, he swirled it around his mouth and swallowed thoughtfully, and it certainly tasted better than mud. ”Not bad!” he said. Actually, he was impressed – it was edible. ”Good idea, Iroia.” he said. He opened his pack and brought out a few fresh fruits and nuts he had found that day, before the rains had gotten really bad. ”You think these will make a good dessert?” he asked. This time, he was smirking.
And looking at her, of course.
”You know.” he said, slowly, ”You look really good today. He knew he could get in trouble for saying it, but... ”Did you do something different?”
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to either of them, a pair of shadows, with a third small one trailing, made their way stealthily into the campsite, their intentions far from benign...
"Mmm those look perfect for dessert." Her soup was in a word "sturdy" and the light crunchy fair for dessert would make an excellent counterpoint to it. How thoughtful he was. She stifled a smile.
Iroia had just brought a spoon to her own mouth full when Vosh made his flattering comment...she almost swallowed the spoon.
"Well unles syou count dancing in the rain no I havne't done anything new, I'm happy and i suppose that shows..." She remembered Kaa's style and said. "I guess I'm just sexy!" THen she broke out in a fit of giggles. "How does Kaa say stuff like that with a straight face?!"
Then because he was well right there and shirtless she gave into a little temptation and brushed a hand lightly down his chest. "Mmm." she tilted her head up to him, eyes sparkling with life. "You my dear, don't have to do a thing to look sexy. Its a good thing you wear that coat so much out here."
Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:44 pm
Duke Edward Drake
Votzhem grinned. ”No one knows how. It's part of her mystery.” he said, relieved she'd taken the compliment well. Complements were like a roll of the dice, especially one as ill-said as that one. He would be kicking himself later, but at least he wouldn't have a new bruise for it.
His next comment, which may or may not have been about Kaalnia was cut short when she touched him. He followed her hand down with his eyes, uncertain. She was touching. Him. Should he let this happen? Did he want this to happen? Well he did, but did he? Really did he? Now?
He took a step back, visibly flushed, rubbing his arm self consciously as he tried to get a handle on the situation. ”Er. Yeah. That's... that's not why I wear it...” he said awkwardly. He felt suddenly a little exposed... which was odd. He had a handsome body, he just...
Well...
”Sorry.” he said, turning away, ”I'm not usually... uh...”
Well, he could put his coat on, but maybe he didn't want to. ”... Bashful.”
Great. Now things were awkward – the last thing he wanted. He didn't want things to go too fast,or too slow. He just wanted things to... go... better.
”At least you don't have to be exposed to whats... under my...” he looked down and started to laugh, not a little hysterically. ”Chi's breath, I can't do it either...” he smoothed his leggings and turned around, ”I really don't know how she does that. I've known her for years and I still don't know...”
~~~
The little shadow peered out into the light, revealing it as a child, a youngling of possibly Shifter blood, possibly something else. It darted back into the shadows and beckoned.
The two bigger shadows began to slip into the tents, one by one...
Roia smiled sweetly at him, "Bashful is cute. Whoever said true arrogance was sexy was very wrong."
Well at least now she wasn't the one trying to crawl out of her own skin, it had been a bold move but that was in her nature after all.
"I think Ms. Kaa got a double dose of confidence myself, and well deserved she is a lovely person, if a little handsy." Roia lifted a hand and open and closed her fingers in demonstration.
Looking for a new topic Iroia glanced over, "What is your coat made of? Something from Sauti?"
She ladled soup into two bowls and sat down to enjoy it. She had bought some buns earlier and she doled them out as well. A good hearty supper for their little party of awkward, aw well that was what food was for after all, a comfort.
Iroia tilted her head..she had thought she heard a noise, but it was probably the pounding of the rain outside, she shrugged and went back to eating, " Thought I heard something but with the rain I can't tell, maybe Rue is back."
Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 1:13 pm
Duke Edward Drake
”Well, she ain't handsy towards me. Not so much, anyway, so I can't really say.” he quipped, blushing. He wasn't sure he really wanted to be cute, but he didn't feel like turning down the complement. He wasn't sure whether to cover his chest with his hands like a bashful girl, or to just take a leaf from Kaalnia's book and just let it be. It wasn't as though he had breasts or anything...
…
That would be interesting wouldn't it.
Bizarre thoughts aside, he sat down to try the soup, smiling as he started eating. ”Like I said before, hearty stuff.” he complimented. He didn't hear any noises, and kept eating, getting more and more used to the feeling of air on his bare skin as the moments passed. It wasn't so bad, was it. He glanced up at her, unconcerned. “Maybe.” he said. His doppelganger kept the strangest of hours...
~~~
A crash from one of the tents. A flurry of hasty, concerned, hushed voices, followed by admonishment. The child had, on accident, knocked something over. He was fine, and he and his father continued their search of the camp. The woman, however, took out her hammer, wary of any attention they might have caught...
The crash danced all the way up Iroia's spine, she flicked her knives into her hands. "I definitely heard that," she said, curiousity trumping the presence of the hot male she had in her kitchen. She swung the door open and looked around. Spotting a feminine figure she shouted and started to march over. "What is this? You invade my camp without announcing yourself what in all the grasslands are you up to?" She snarled and raised her blades. The woman was armed with a huge hammer one that if it hit would knock 'Roia right onto her perfect tiny butt.
"You got no right to be snooping around in my home." Pride thick in her voice. This was her placed and she hissed out a warning before she charged.
Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 9:37 am
Duke Edward Drake
Yeah, that was no trick of the rain. Vothem stood abruptly, reaching for his own blades as he followed her out of the tent. He tensed at the silhouette of the female figure – an intruder! Adrenaline, and a need to destroy the threat, tingled through his body as he joined her, his tall, broad, muscular body intimidating with its markings and imposing stature. ”I suggest you leave.” he advised, ”Unless you have business with us.” His blades gleamed in the muted iridescence of the jungle, a threat of their own...
The woman was a shifter, and she scrutinized them with silver eyes for a moment before turning to call behind her. “Batan! We've been found out!”
A hushed voice from behind her, and the male revealed himself, glowing in his magic and revealing him to have the blonde hair and rounded ears of the Wind tribe. “So we have.” he said, the air crackling with power. “It looks like they won't back down, Hanur.”
“We've a fight on our hands.” she agreed. And then she charged, meeting Iroia head on with the head of her hammer.
Iroia twisted in a fluid motion, the woman had been a bit faster then she had throught but no one could carry that giant mallet and be faster then her not carrying one, she was also more maneuverable. She ducked and twisted scurrying around behind and performing a quick feint Roia almost got clobbered when the woman turned her weapon on her in a muscle wrenching swing. Oof, this woman meant buisness, if she hadn't been robbing them Iroia might have liked her, she held nothing back and had a mirror fierce grin on her face.
Roia was bearin enough teeth to scare a shark and the woman seemed unaffected. Oh well no use crying over a friendship that wasn't to be. Roia danced around the back and pounced the woman from behind swinging and arm around and stabbing her in the thigh, hey it worked with oba. The woman moved the last second and the blade would give her a nice scar but it didn't penetrate the muscle like Iroia had wanted. She hoped that Vosh had tabs on the dude. This woman was more then enough to keep her busy.
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 6:03 am
DraconicFeline
Votzhem was trying to keep tabs on the mage man, but the spells were coming rapidfire, and it was all Vosh could do to draw the spellblasts and keep them out of Iroia's dance. He called on the life force of Aisha to help him dodge and, in a spirited, goddess-blessed charge, he managed to land a hit on the man. His crystalline blades, true to their craftsmanship (craftswomanship, rather) cut effortlessly, the mage grunting with pain. Votzhem drew back to strike again, only to get a boulder slammed right into his gut.
”Oof!” he exclaimed, doubling over. A kick from the man as he was recovering sent him sprawling to the ground.
The mage held his bleeding injury, his other hand crackling with lightning for a finishing strike.
“Papa...” He turned to see the little boy, the child's pale features open with concern. The man hesitated, then dispelled his spell, kicking Votzhem again to keep him down.
“Myrhe!” he called to the woman, throwing a blazing spell at Iroia as he retreated, “Deal with that one and then we're out of here!” He wasn't going to murder a man in front of his son, after all...
Iroia squawked and growled low and menacing when a fire ball got in her way, she wasn't done yet, what the grass was going on? Wusses gonna run. There was nothing more she disliked then people who ran. Sure that didn't mean you had to kill your opponant everytime no. But make it a real fight, not just a wetting of the bloodlust, that craving for deep physical excertion one body pitted against another. And she had really wanted to find a way to beat this brute with her over sized hammer, probably weighed half of herself.
Herr blades glinted like claws. Then her eye caught the crumpled form behind her and snarling still she backed up watching the pair until she was at Vosh's side yet again. Her eyes were still clouded with the battle rage but she noticed he was still bleeding. She stood close enough she could interfere if the mage sent another magic spell their way. Once the battle looked like it was good and done, the fire leaked from her eyes. She started looking for serious wounds.
"Is there somewhere in particular where it hurts the most?" She asked, magic healing was not her strong suit, magic didn't make sense where cuts, bruises, and contusions did. But she would do her best. Then she couldn't help herself her blood up from the battle, "You know you look good wet."
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 9:55 am
Duke Edward Drake
”My pride.” he groaned, managing to sit up despite the protests of his stomach. ”I really screwed up on that fight, huh?” he said. He could have, very very easily, been killed in that fight, no question about it. Some Blade he made, huh?
But he was not dead – a mental inventory told him that his issues were mostly either superficial wounds or bruises. Well, good.
His mind still, darkly, on the battle, he was startled by her comment. ”I do?” he said, surprised, ”I suppose...” he said, a little impishly, ”That I also look good doubled over and helpless on the ground? Good to know.” he said, snickering. His dark, pupiless eyes roved over her, his face creasing slightly as he became concerned. ”Are you all right?” he asked, more seriously, studying her features, ”They didn't get you too badly, did they?” he asked, reaching out to lay a hand on her arm.
"He was a mage eh? I'm not so good on the magic front. So I think I just pulled the lucky straw with the hammer wielder, and despite her theiving but I thought she was cool. Almost took my head off with that weapon but just slow enough to make things interesting. Alas I was just getting warmed up when she turned tail."
Iroia half glared at him and sat with him on the wet muddy ground. She poked him. "Stop that, you know what I meant. Sir doom and gloom indeed."
She looked down at the hand. "No I think I am untouched which is good cause one touch with a hammer and I'm toast." She placed her hand over his. "Can you stand? Or should we stay out here so I can enjoy the view," She waggled her eyebrows at him. He did look good wet darn it. She crossed her eyes, trying to make him feel better. This was why she disliked magic, she didn't understand it couldn't wield it and it did this to people from far away. She reached out her other hand to cup his face getting mud on him by accident. "Oops."
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