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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:00 am
 Zsaria was, in the best of times, unsettled. Her children were grown now, pursuing their own lives and facing their own challenges. She knew it was best to back away and let them forge their own path, to develop their strengths, but it was difficult. She missed the chaos. With Misae having been such a strong part in their lives while she was still ashamed to admit their kinship she felt she had missed out on some crucial moments. Her relationship with Anezka was strained, the girl was very hard headed, and the others rarely visited.
It would come, she knew, but not at such a time of turbulence. As she lay out on the cliffs and looked down upon the steady stream of challengers that had begun to arrive she had mixed feelings. She knew she ought to be down there, throwing her paw into the dueling ring, but she was also frightened. The old blood was slowly being washed out and while she knew it was the best for the pride she still worried.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:17 am
Bjorn ahd known Zsaria and her family all of her life, she was a quick and nimble Reaver now, they hadn't spoken much since her litter, but now seemed a good time as any to rekindle the flames he was sure they had once felt. It was a crazy idea, but he liked it, so crazy it might work? He wandered the pack territory a bit in search of her, and came to notice the influx of new memberts. He watched them with a pride filled head held high look that said he was in his territory here.
It didn't take much longer, a walk passed the dueling rings and some chatter here or there with a few lions and he spotted Zsaria, she was a little higher up, perfect view of the dueling rings coudl be seen where she was. He walked up slowly, heavy paws carrying him steadily up to sit next to her. "Been a few new faces, hm?" He looked her over, the familiar pelt comforted him, the unfamiliar scars, worried him. But he knew she could handle herself.
"We'll see if they fair well soon enough though." He smirked slightly, hinting that the new blood wouldn't be able to withstand what the old blood went through each and every day. It was a great life, for those who could survive it to begin with.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:27 am
"A few," she agreed with a bit of a laugh, shifting to make room for him, "I've considering rejoining the ring myself, not sure how I'd fare since I've been out of practice." Some of them certainly looked capable, and she had noticed the arrival of a good many cubs as well, some even bearing the look of old blood. It was the beginning of something big she could sense, but she kept that thought to herself. No sense in getting worked up before anything came of it though. There would surely be a large viking coming, that much she knew for sure. If the warlord had this much power at his disposal he was sure to want to use it. And for good reason.
The thought made her smile and with a breath in she turned to Bjorn, "So we shall. It's been a while, you seem to have faired fine yourself since we last spoke." His presence made her feel young, as it did when they were reckless adolescents that felt as if they could spit at death itself and walk away unharmed. She liked it, even if the mentality would serve her poorly in battle. In her life she had grown to think that humility was much more important than most others seemed to believe.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:31 am
Her laugh was one of nervousness. She was very wary of the new joiners, Bjorn wasn't all to concerned, so long as the new blood did their diligence. "Just need some practice to get into the swing of it. Would be a good way to lose some of that baby weight!" He smirked prodding her side, she was certainly fit and so it was sincere pestering and joking. They both brought out the kid in eachother. Came from the ample time spent together.
Bjorn couldn't help, but to make up for the lack of her brothers appearance. He remembered the days when the viking returned. He looked to the rings again and smiled fondly. "I was hoping for a viking soon. To get away for a little." He nodded as he completed the statement to her own about his well-being"I miss going out, it's been far to long." He smiled warily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:53 am
She cringed for a moment remembering what came of her last long trip outside the pridelands. It would be different if she was with Bjorn this time, she wouldn't lose herself in the mixture of mint's influence and her own frustrations. The last viking had had unintended consequences for many of the reavers involved, but some of them were good. She wouldn't trade her cubs away, as much trouble as it had caused for her.
"To somewhere warm maybe," she added with a sincere ringing tone, "Perhaps we could even find some bright trinkets to decorate the caves. With so many more hands surely we can afford to have some luxury in addition to the things we need." It was silly, of course, but she liked the idea.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:54 pm
Bjorn stared kindly at the female companion, her eyes and body language told a story immediately upon mentioning a viking/ He knew their had been a lot of bad and good come from the trip out of pride lands. He recalled her return home with sorrow, but knew very well the cubs she produced were a blessing by far. He smiled softly as she convinced herself in thought about the idea of it all.
"A warm place would be a treat by far." A laugh bellowed from the large lion, it was filled with spirit and great will. "Get away from the blustery weather of our home plains." He said, admiring the territory he could see before him. "Oh?" He gazed at her pale face. She had never been too into trinkets and such, but she was right. "Perhaps that can be our goal? Get some new dazzling bits to brighten up the place?" His smile offered comfort.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:01 pm
For a moment she'd thought he had said "our place" and her mind wandered off, a dopey smile finding its way onto her face. But then, realizing her mistake she made a harsh sound and nodded. "Something to reflect the sunlight maybe, light up the back of the den so Misae can do her drawings," she suggested, realizing she might sound a bit soft for indulging the thrall's fancies. But when Misae was happy her life was a lot simpler, meals took care of themselves and there was none of that incessant squealing she did when she was upset.
Still, she felt embarrassed for a moment and looked at him to see how he might react. She realized she had never really discussed the situation with her thrall around him. "And with the cubs all grown now, well, I have a lot more time to myself. I'm not sure if I like it."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 3:33 pm
Bjorns eyes hadn't missed a moment, a smile had crept onto the pale beauty's maw and he was astounded at the sudden elegance. The entertainer he knew she had always wanted to be leaked out, for a brief moment he wished he could see heer that vulnerable, but tough all over again. Those were days long gone and terribly numbered in his mind.
He hadn't really realized he had zoned out into his own mind theater she spoke again, and her words sort of startled him then his mind relaxed. She was a little more motherly now and she had always cared for others, it was a key point he admired in her. "I'm sure Misae would really appreciate that gesture." He smiled adoringly at her, hoping to show support for such a strange idea. Thralls didn't usually end up with a nice Reaver, fortunately for Misae, she had landed her boat iwth Zsaria.
"Oh... yeah, that could be hard." He wasn't necessarily uncomfortable about the topic of her cubs, but Bjorn felt his heartstrings tug terribly at the thoughts of another lion sharing such an intimate moment with her. A moment that Bjorn himself had hoped he would achieve. The words made him suddenly feel lost and it took him a moment to truly come back to the conversation/ "Well, you know I'll always be the guy to come to when it comes to wasting away time." He smiled unsurely, the sentence was strung together on hopes of not sounding strained or troubled. " You know you can always talk to me."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:16 pm
"My time with you is hardly wasted," she said softly, nuzzling her head against him, "I wish there was more of it, to be honest. Life hasn't always been kind to us, but we have each other, right? There has to be something said for history, I can't imagine myself with someone who didn't understand what I've been through. It would just be, messy I guess, but you were there with my family through all of it." She knew it was a weakness to let so much of her feelings show through, that no true reaver would be taken seriously if they showed this much sensitivity, but she also knew that Bjorn would not judge her. Or at least, she didn't believe he would. She couldn't, it didn't fit the narrative. He would be her prince after all, wouldn't he? That was how the old stories always ended, with the strong softhearted prince saving the damsel from her problems. And they'd live happily and produce many strong sons. She felt herself blush slightly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 7:24 am
"Oh Zsaria, what of the days when I was but an annoying boy?" He gave another great laugh, he recalled numerous times where he was just the annoying brother's friend. Though ofcourse he was simply teasing her.
The more she spoke the better he felt his chances were, there had been doubt, whether he needed to be doubtful or not was truly up to his own knowledge. "I agree with you, others can sometimes try to understand.. unfortunately the understanding can go to far and create a messy heap of arguments." That's not to say they didn't argue, of course they did! Probably even more so because of their past together, though about silly things. Most of their ideals were similar due to seeing so much of eachother. The last thought on his mind was her openness, if any other had over heard them her reputation would have been ruined, but Bjorn was there for her. Her feelings were safe with him and vice versa.
Something was bothering him though, whenever she gazed at him there was something in her eyes. Perhaps a story, a deep thought or an enchanting vision. Was she some form of seer? "My dear.. you have these happy moments, where you seem your utmost happiest... but they drift away and you never speak of them, as if the happiness out runs you. An unsuccessful Viking, but in your mind." He said softly, genuinely concerned.
This was his way of letting his emotions out, questions and simply speaking. "What makes you so happy, but is out of reach?" He cooed softly, he was gazing at her, watched a blush grow and fade and she seemed to grow silent, that was as he had expected, what he asked was personal, but he would give her time to answer, even if it wasn't now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:46 am
"You were an annoying boy, and I was a vain and naive girl," she countered, "I didn't know what I was missing." And if she had, if she had become his wife and they had started a family none of this may have ever happened. She would have been a happy fat mother, a grandmother by now even. Her heart caught, but she wouldn't have the children she had now either.
"I've wasted so much of my life, I think," she admitted. "I have children, true, strong sons and daughters. But they are not true viking blood, they never will be. And I have no other family at my side." That in itself hurt the most, there was no one to be proud of her for a successful viking, no one to tell the stories of her childhood when she was gone. She loved her children dearly, but they were often still outsiders in her mind.
"I'd like to step down eventually," she said finally, "And perhaps I'd like to be the mother and wife my father always wanted me to be."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 3:11 pm
The statement created connections like he couldn't have believed were possible. Zsaria, one whom was a brave and aggressive female in her youthful days, had certainly changed through the times. He saw the light of fire still in her eyes, but heard the fair maiden, with whom he adored, shine through. Bjorn was still shocked though. He had asked a simpler question, knowing the answer and got more than what he had bargained for.
"Is.. is that what you truly want Zsaria?" He spoke, choked and regained himself. The surprise had not completely subsided and he was still on edge. Though he knew the truth, what if it were not him destined to be with the lady here. What if it were another Viking? A younger, more powerful Viking? It was like his mind had forgotten the hints and would not let his mind be comfortable.
So long as she was happy, he would be happy.
Though he would be happier if he knew, but he feared asking out right, even if she said it were him, he'd probably make her uncomfortable and ruin the way the conversation was headed. Bjorn, a male who had taken no females in his life time, was sorely out of his comfort zone in this field. Though it was for her that he had taken no females.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 3:29 pm
Was he surprised, or offended? She blushed dark as he choked and for a moment she felt as if she should run. It would be ruinous if he didn't feel the same, she'd be a joke among the reavers in no time. But it couldn't be like that, she was sure of it. All of the times they had spent together, what they spoke about. If there wasn't something there she wasn't sure what she was feeling.
"I," she started, her words feeling caught in her throat, "I thought that, with our history and all." She paused, looking down at her paws, "I think sometimes you know me better than I know myself sometimes, that is what I want in a husband." Her face heated up again, she was no good at this. Her only true encounter with men had come in the midst of a mint fueled desperation she barely remembered, and that had not turned out particularly well. "You're strong and brave, and I was hoping, well..." Gathering her courage she glanced up at him, "I was hoping it would be you. It's always been you, after all, I just wasn't wise enough to know it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 6:41 pm
The light in her eyes seem to evaporate and come back gleaming slimly. She was as unsure of herself as he was of himself. It brought some comfort, but very little did he actually feel as she began to speak again. Already they had changed greatly from the ways of their people, but as she spoke Bjorn realized he would change more if she needed him too. The fact was, that as she spoke she basically told him that change was not necessary and in fact she wanted it to stay the same, but better itself.
An odd feeling washed over Bjorn, never had he felt such a rush, a mix of relief, wonder and pure joy took hold and made his eyes glimmer with tears of absolute happiness. Among the Reavers it was probably the weakest of moments, but he did not care. The tears did not fall, but they were certainly present in his eyes as he began to speak.
"Zsaria... you have put this old warriors heart at ease." He smiled deeply, a care like no other beamed from his body language and he stared at her as if the rest of the world did not exist around them. She was everything and all he needed in this god forsaken world. Through all weathers they would survive. So long as they were together. In a hasty movement of instinct, rather than thought he brought Zsaria close, pulling himself forward and completely burying his face in her pelt.
Fears were wiped clean with her scent as he heaved in a deep breath. "I knew this day would come, it has nearly broken me waiting for it, but faith in you has never lead me wrong." Although a bit muffled, he figured he got his point across.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 7:00 pm
"Don't suggest that we're old," she choked out, an attempt at laughter obscuring how strongly she was feeling. It was a stupid little thing but the thought that she was already past her prime terrified her. If she was then she had waited too long, and squandered whatever life they would have together. Silently she said a quick prayer to the gods that she would yet bear strong sons and daughters to carry on the viking lineage. Calming herself she pressed back against him, a smile playing at her face. "You'll make me your wife?" she asked him softly, "Or are us old warriors too salty for that sort of formality?"
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