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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 6:05 am
This is a PRP between the following characters::   
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 5:31 am
Warmth.
It was the first sensation Saga experienced as she stepped from the dark entrance-way out into the valley that spanned the area in front of Hjordheim.
Above her a blue sky enticed birds to fly in it's expanse, it's clearness stretching in all directions.
Below her, her paws were chilled by the soft layer of snow that had fallen during the night.
It was crisp against her paw-pads, and she couldn't help but dig her dark, long claws into it with relishing zeal.
It was a strange sensation to have both cold and warmth upon her body, yet she did not have the urge to want to get rid of it.
Closing her eyes, the large mare let out a large breath, sighing away her discomforts, and breathed in the clean air.
Around her, life bustled as normal.
Many did not pause as the High Priestess did to enjoy the comfortable sensations of a morning like this.
They had jobs to do, and the only ones who warranted a break were the mischievous foals who played in the snow, watched over by the midwives who acted as their caretakers during the daytime hours of work.
Her presence incensed a certain reaction in those she passed, a bowing of a head, a pause in movement to breathe a prayer, or just a simple nuzzle or nudge of affection.
She smiled lightly, acknowledging them each in turn in her own gentle, loving way.
She was the calmest of her sisters, and she had to be - to deal with all facets of her Tribe's spiritual well-being was very taxing on one's emotions.
Despite this, Saga was anything but a pushover.
Snorting lightly, Saga continued to step through the snow, enjoying the feeling of it under her paws as it crunched.
It wasn't until she reached her reason for being out here in the sunlight, that she finally paused.
"Yrsa, wake up."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 6:34 am
Irritation.
A grimace pulled at Yrsa's muzzle as she rolled away from the noise.
Was a little peace and quiet so much to ask?
The large mare had ventured out of Hjordheim and into the balmy sunlight not long ago -
yet it had been just long enough for lay out her fur cloak upon the snow and lounge out, her body spread out upon the cloak in a comfortable, relatively comical position.
It was not unusual for her sister Saga to come looking for her in moments where she was especially comfortable.
A claw poked her in the ribs.
She grumbled, rolling away.
A tapping of a paw.
She groaned, snapping her maw in annoyance.
Wumph!
Suddenly, a large weight landed squarely upon Yrsa's back, a pair of claws digging into her shoulders.
"Up, sister."
The voice spoke just behind her ear.
Yrsa let out a large sigh and opened one blue eye, turning her head to the side to peer at the offending weight that lay across her back.
"What. Do. You. Want?"
Yrsa grumbled, gritting her teeth.
The great mare shook herself, trying to rid herself of the tick of a sister, but Saga would not budge.
With a low roar, the mare flopped on the ground, her head laying on the ground between her paws.
"Och. Yer a nuisance, sister."
She mumbled, closing her eyes again.
Saga lifted her body up and off of Yrsa's back, before flopping on the ground beside her sister.
Yrsa opened one eye once more and looked at Saga.
"Why have you come to pester me, sister?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 9:03 am
Mewsings of An Angel Mew has given me permission to post because I own a family member, she said she doesn't have access to a computer so can't add me to the character list for now. Blót walked quietly through the caverns soaking up the scent of burning fat through her nostrils, this was not to everyone's liking but it always stired her appetite. She tiptoed through the small passage ways and scraped along the icy wall with her horns, she didn't always mean to bump or scrape horns against things but would sometimes do so by accident. Each small indented line along the wall was a measure of her growth in height. She was pretty sure she had stopped growing now but with her family line you could never be too sure. Every day was practice for her to become more careful.
She could hear the whisperings of Thrall in the coverns and the grunts of Dreng in anticipation for the day to come. Blót had been up for hours already trading for some flowers to keep her altar tidy and as a gift for her sister. Flowers, now those were hard to come by fresh up in the mountains but she was lucky enough to have some, sometimes she would press them and later make sigils with their petals in private, other times she'd take them to her sister Sága in hopes to keep her spirit strong, today was that day. A lot of responcibilities were placed on her older sisters, both were quite different. Sága always seemed at peace with the world and almost always had time for all of her tasks and family at the same time but hardly anytime for herself from what she could see, whereas Yrsa her eldest sister and queen had as much responcibility but always made sure to party and feast when there was cause for it, she had never changed and still liked to tease Blót every now and again, the banter was returned before coronation but now she was more hesitant about exchanging sibling rivalry and jokes without feeling the watch of guards firmly on her. She always felt that whatever happened, she had to show each of her sisters that she was thinking of them while she was rearing the goats.
Blót approached Yrsa's cavern and herd a kerfuffle, this was typical for mornings around the dwellings of the Snærblod tribe. She crept up to the entrance and spied Sága attempting to wake the eldest and rowdiest of them all. She wasn't the only thing creeping as a smile crept on her face as she watched her lady sister try to wake her queen. From another angle it would have seemed that Sága was stood on a pile of bear furs, atleast until the furs stired and moved flinging her off balance with an umph.
The grizzly mare tried to hold back her laughter with some success, she still hadn't made a sound as she tried to blend into the shadows the best she could she wondered how long before they'd notice another presence. She knew Sága would be here checking on Yrsa as it was harvest time, all the the best traders would take shelter in the mountains later this week to attempt to sell their rare goods to the great Snærblod tribe but not without the accompanyment of the warbands. It was common for the Queen and the High Priestess to plan who would see them and who would be turned away, what was needed and what was wanted.
Blót lifted her paw and scraped her claws against the icy rock,"good morning your majesty, good morning my lady sister", she said in a teasing tone and looked at them feverishly.
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