Feral Heart
FeralHeart Roleplay => In-Game Based Roleplay => In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement => Topic started by: Seam on December 14, 2011, 04:36:42 am
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This is a private RolePlay between me ($eamless) and GamerGirl. Please do not post anything unless you are invited by one or both of us, thanks!
Setting: A secluded location hidden amoungst the mountains and isolated by the fjord. This place is covered in lush trees, steep cliffs, and scattered lakes, ponds, and waterfalls. Hidden behind a waterfall lies a cave where one has made a home.
Characters involved so far:
Anock - $eamless
Ragnar - GamerGirl
As the sun slowly set upon the secluded forest, a small lioness awoke from a long nap. Her tan pelt shimmered in the evening light. As she rose to her feet, her bones creaked, preparing themselves for another long night. Although her kind usually prefers to rest at night, she always found herself unable to sleep when the skys were dark and cast shadows upon the walls of her den. As her honey eyes flashed, she sniffed the air, crisp leaves and dew covered grass met her nose, it was time to hunt. She leapt through the waterfall that covered the mouth of her home, beads of water streamed off her dense coat as she ran full speed through the forest. She gracefully dodged trees as they zipped by her in blurs, she leapt over boulders as if they were mere pebbles, it was a game. She enjoyed her evening run, always racing an unknown challenger to the rock face. As the wall of stone came into view her eyes flashed and without a moments notice she leapt on a low hanging branch, climbing up the trees bark like a lizard. Her thick claws dug deep within the trees flesh and aloud her to climb fast and effiecently. Leaping from tree to tree she climbed her way higher and higher into the sky until THUMP, the dusty earth of the cliff met her pads. With a flick of her main she looked to the rising moon, its golden red appearance marked the aniversary of her parents dissaperance. A haze covered her eyes as she stood staring into the moon. Leaning her head back she let out a roar, it cracked across the sky, low and booming. A tear streaked her face, falling to the dusty ground where she sat.
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A giant beast of a lion, big even for his kind, Ragnar climbed up the side of a cliff. He had heard the call of one of his own, and he was curious to see who it was. The lions had not grouped since the slaughter of their former masters, and it was unusual for one to roar, in case any humans were in earshot of the deafening sound. Iron claws gripped the rockface, finding pawholds with ease. Finally reaching the top, he quietly pulled himself over the edge. There, in the blood-red glow of the moonlight, he saw a female of his kind, a tear trailing down her face. Curious, he stayed his distance, knowing females could get quite violent when surprised from behind. To alert her of his presence, he let out a low rumbling noise come from within his chest. Then he took a step forward.
"Hello," he said huskily, one massive paw forward. "Why have you called?"
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Anock turned around quickly rising to her feet, hairs standing on end. She looked up at the male, he was quite larger then she was, although, most creatures were since she had not hit her final growth spurt. She flicked her mane into her eyes covering her face from him "Im sorry, i didnt know you were here... I was calling for someone else..." she lied, knowing that her parents were either dead, or long gone. She calmed down, but still left her claws unsheathed, not knowing what the male was planning. She slowly started to circle around the male, sizing him up, smelling his scent, trying to recognize something. "Your like me... Ive never met another of my origin before tonight." she said lightly amber eyes starting show through her thick mane. "Who are you....?" she asked slowly, not trying to sound hostile.
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Ragnar chuckled. I make her nervous. He watched her circle him with an amused look on his face. She was careful.
"Who were you calling for?" He asked, though he couldn't be sure who the lioness was. He could tell she was still quite young, as was he, but he would never think to tell her that. He ignored her question, asking who he was, and said, "Many of our kind roam within the confines of the fjord. They just hide well from lionesses who are dumb enough to roar for everyone to hear," he said, a grin, but not an unfriendly or threatening one, spread across his muzzle as he looked down and sharpened his claws on the rock of the steep cliff. He looked up and added, "Some may not have been as nice as me and knocked your furry little head right off your shoulders," With that, he let out a chuckle.
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"Well i do this every year so i assumed that no one was around, sorry to disturb you." she spat sourly taking affence to what he was saying. "I was calling for my parents that disapeared many moons ago, if you must know." she wiped her face from tears, starting to get flustered. She turned away from him and flicked her tail violently "Im Anock by the way, but what does that matter..." and with her fit of anger over, she lept through the trees to the east of the cliff, making her way to her hunting grounds, trying to outrun her memories of this night.
(hahaha she throws temper tantrums :P)
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Ragnar frowned. Why did she have to run? The burly lion ran after her, his shaggy mane whipping his face. Had he hurt her feelings?
(Haha, sorry, lack of inspirtation :3)
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(sorry on my iPhone xD may be a bit short)
Anock lept through the trees trying to get a better vantage of the hunting grounds. Shifting her ears back she listened, the male was following her. She froze on a high up branch hidden by the leaves amber eyes watching for the lion to pass.
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Ragnar ran after the female, but suddenly he didn't see her anymore. As he ran, he smelled. She was still here, somewhere. He stopped below a tree, smelling. She was close.... He noticed some claw marks on the truck of the tree he was under, then realized she must be above him. He didn't give this away, but rather stepped a little back from the trunk and started walking around the clearing. He called out, as if he didn't know where she was, and spoke.
"You shouldn't be alone out here. It isn't safe."
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Anock smiled to herself, psh safe, I've lived on my own since I was a cub... She looked down at the male with curious eyes. She leaned closer, but as she did so her paws slipped on thwart moss that coated thebark and feel clumsily onto the cold hard ground. She gripped her left paw, a sharp pain shot through from her toes to her ankle " great just what I need..." she groaned in frustration, forgetting about the male.
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Ragnar turned back to the tree when he heard a loud thump. He swivled on his paws and rushed to her side, noticing her paw twisted in an unnatural position.
"I told you it wasn't safe," he joked, but with no grin on his face this time. He examined the paw, then looked up at her with deep, yellow eyes. "May I?"
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Anock frowned then turned her head, still hurt by his earlier remarks "Sure..." she said, lifting her paw up more. She took in a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, ignoring the pain her paw was giving her and placing her attention to what the male was about to do. Anock had never had male interaction besides from her father when she was very young. "Its not too bad, it should heal in a day or so..." she sighed loudly for she would have to go yet another couple days without food. She lowered her brow in a scowl and looked back at the male upset. "Can i at least know your name, so i can thank you properly?" she said a bit sarcastically.
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Ragnar, took her paw gently in his maw, raising it a bit, and mumbled, "This might hurt..." before quickly moved the bone back in it's socket. He flinched, hearing the bone touch bone, and expecting her yell of agony. He then let go and sat back on his haunches. With a bemused look on his face, he said, "I should heal in a minute or so."
"Ragnar," he purred, a low, grumbling noice of a pur. "And you?"
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she took and deep breath then grinded her teeth in pain. "Anock..." she mummbled "thanks..." she said again, ear back in protest. "is it true that others like us live around here? I've never come across any..."
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The beast gave a sincere smile. Anock, a fairly traditional Nordic name... He was surprised that she did not cry out in pain. Perhaps I didn't give her enough credit... The thought, his crooked grin twitching a little wider.
"Oh yes, many of the Beasts live here," he said, using the name that the local human villages gave their kind. "Despite our size, we can be quite good at hiding..." He paused a moment, thinking. "I have not seen any large groups of our kind... just one or two together at once." He looked down, a crestfallen look on his face. "Many were lost in the Battle. Only a few of us still survive."
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Anock looked up at him with curious eyes "So what? not like you or i could change that." She finally said after a moments thought and shrugged "It would drag me down..." She said, her teenage ethics showing through strongly. Yes she was a yooung adult, but just barley. She got up, putting less pressure on the paw she had wounded. She faced away from the male to her hunting grounds and snarled "Guess i'll just find some food tomorrow..." she muttered to herself. She turned back to Ragnar and bowed her head respectivly "Thank you Ragnar, you have been both a pain and a help." she said jokingly "Im sorry for the inconvinece ive caused you tonight, i guess i will just get out of your mane." she flicked her hair into her eyes then slowly trotted towards a carved out tree she had spotted a few minutes away. With a few paces forward she frozze and turned around, her hair lay over her face bashfully "It was nice meeting someone like me, makes me feel a little less alone in this whole world. If you seek shelter, there is a tree a few minutes back... that is if you dont mind sharing it with me..." and with that shhe turned back and slowly... very... slowly, walked through the dark moon speckaled woods, tail hanging low, almost taunting the male to follow her. She found herself intrested in this male, maybe if he did follow her, they could trade stories and maybe she could make a friend for once.
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Ragnar only smiled his crooked grin, then backed out of the clearing and into the trees. Perhaps she couldn't hunt, but he could. He took a taste of the air, looking for something that could satisfy the hunger of a young teen lion. He caught the scent of a doe, and padded forward silently, looking for it with his specialized night eyes. He spotted it easily, and he lowered himself to the ground, his light brown pelt easily blending in with the bark of the trees. He crawled forward, barely a sound coming from him. Then he struck.
The doe felt the wind being knocked out of her as a large, powerful paw bashed into her side, sending her flying. She landed with a loud crack, and then Ragnar was on top of her. Before the doe knew what was happening, she was dead. Proudly, the Beast grabbed his prey by it's throat and dragged it easily back to the hollow tree that Anock had told him about.
He was very curious of her. She had been acting so hostile... and then she invited him to stay with her. Did she like him more than she let on? He let these questions run through his mind as he dropped the doe before her and murmured, "A housewarming gift." He then settled down beside her, though not very easily, for he was way bigger than she was. He tried his best not to touch her in any way. He'd rather not get some scars tonight.
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Anock looked up as Ragnar set down the doe. She tilted her head and nodded "thank you...." she said, waiting for him to take the first bites before she began to eat. She looked over to the male, looking uncomfertably squished "I dont bite." she said giggleing a bit. She layed her head on her paws and stared dreamily outside her makeshift den. Winter was at its peak, but soon spring would role around and bless them all with an abundance of food, she smiled at the thought. After a couple minutes of silence, she turned back to ragnar and smiled "So how long have you lived around these parts?" she said, trying to make small talk, she wasnt too good at talking to those she didnt know.
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Ragnar grinned and said, "I'm wouldn't put it past you to bite me," he said slying, relaxing himself. He flipped onto his back and simply said, "Forever," looking outside at the stars. He wasn't ready to give his life story yet. He glanced over at the lioness. "You?"
(I wrote a big long entry, but it poofed D: lol so sorry for writing so little)
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(tis fine hahaha)
Anock looked back at the male and mimiced his movements by rolling over onto her back "Well, I guess you could say im a wanderer... Although i return to these parts every year..... its kinda a ritual so to speak..." she paused and stared glossy eyed at the moon "I must return in case they come back..." she muttered quieter, biting her lips holding back emotions. She scratched her head with a paw, disseveling her hair. " Although ive traveled far and wide, something about this place always calls to me... as if something else were dragging me back here..." she laughed, she must sound crazy, thinking that a mysterious thing were dragging her back to the Fjord. "You have a family?" Anock asked, suddenly changing directions, if he didnt answer this one, she would just find another way for him to leak information. Although she was shy around strangers, learning information about them always eased her mind by allowing her to make assumptions on whether they were nice or mean by the information they spilt.
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Ragnar winced, then murmured quietly. "I had family... now I don't." He shrugged simply, pinpointing constellations his father had shown him as a cub. He glanced over at her, taking in her short, shaggy mane, not unkempt, just the way manes were supposed to be. Her light tan fur complemented her finely tuned muscles and the youth that came with them. And her eyes....
He found himself staring and he turned to look at the stars again. He must be going crazy. Why was he sharing a den with this lone female? Why was he even speaking to her? He closed his eyes, thinking hard. He found that he could not answer any of these questions. The only thing he knew was that she captivated him.
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she twitched her ears at his quiet murmuring and frowned. She looked over at him and noticed his gaze suddenly shift to the stars. "I always liked looking at the stars... I was always told that the noble lioness who gave her life gazes down upon us, her kin, and protects us from enslavement... I've never believed in folk lure, but I always feel safer at night..." she said, rambling. Smiling she looked over to Ragnar, and nudged him with her tanned paw "thank you... For the company..." she said lightly, pushing her bangs out of her golden brown eyes. It was nice to know that he wasn't as bad as she thought he was. Maybe by the end of the night she could call him a friend, at least she hoped so.
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Ragnar gave his crooked grin and looked at those captivating amber eyes. "You're welcome," he purred, then shifted his gaze back to the stars. He thought a few moments, then he closed his eyes. He thought some more, almost to the point that it looked like he had fallen asleep, and then he said quietly, "They all aren't just folk lore, Anock."
He open his eyes again, and he looked at her with unblinking eyes. He spoke again, almost a whisper. "Remind me to show you something in the morning." He then flipped onto his side, his stomach facing her, and closed his eyes.
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Anock nodded "I know...." she said lightly. She looked over to him as he turned to his side and smiled "alright..." and with that she rolled to her bellow, her gaze still fixed upon the stars. She smiled half heartedly as the golden orange moon made teh land glisten and glow erriley. "Someday i will find you, mom...dad..... Someday..." she trailed off as her eyelids began to shut. It was the first in a long while that she was groggy at night, maybe it was because of the nights events, or maybe it was because for once in her life, she didnt feel so alone.
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Ragnar heard her last words, but did not open his eyes. He didn't have the heart to tell her they were probably dead. He soon fell asleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic. It was nice to share the hollow tree with someone else. At least it wasn't cold.
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Anock awoke with a start, her breathing heavy, mane clinging to her face in sweat. Shoe looked over at Ragnar, who still appeared to be sleeping. she slowly got up trying not to bump into him and disturb his rest. She managed to crawl out of the hollow without touching him, and padded off towards the hunting grounds to take a morning dip. She reached the water, steam rising from it's surface. Slowly placing paws gently onto the bank, she slipped into the water, covering it's surface with crystal ripples. She paddled and dove to the bottom, kicking at weeds and rocks as she did so. After a while, she founda nook and settled her body into it so she could relax as the water lapped at her sides. Hopefully, she thought, Ragnar wouldn't awaken until she got back. After a while longer she got out and shook her coat free of water. She slowly began to make her way back to the hollow to wake him.
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"Father!" He called, bounding after a much larger lion. "Where are you going? Can I come?" He pawed his father's leg happily, that signature grin on his face.
"No, son, you may not," his father's deep, rumbling voice answered. The grin on Ragnar's face slipped away.
"Why not?" He said, sitting down on his haunches and looking up at the huge beast of a lion.
"It's time I left and time you learned to be a true lion," He said, a glaring, almost cruel look on his face.
"W-what? You're n-not coming back?"
"No."
"Please don't leave me!" He said, standing as his father turned his back to go. Tears began to fill his eyes and blurred his vision.
"I will leave if I want, Ragnar!" The Beast whirled around and roared in his face. "A lion is strong and does not show weakness!"
Ragnar stood and looked his father in the eye, his own golden ones still misty.
"Yes, sir."
Without looking back, Ragnar's father turned and ran from the forest. The young cub watched until he could no longer see him, and he let one last tear escape.
Ragnar woke with a start, breathing heavy. Momentarily confused, he looked around, not knowing where he was. He soon realized he was in the hollow tree and Anock was gone. He sat up on his haunches, his mane stuck up in different directions. He quickly ran a paw over his head, just barely feeling the scar there. He sighed, remembering the dream. It had been real once. It was long ago, so he just let it pass.
The large lion stretched and then lay down again, front paws crossed in front of him. He supposed he would wait for Anock to return.
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Anock stretched, leasurley walking through the woods. Haulting suddenly she got a brilliant idea. With an evil grin, she climbed a near by tree, carefully avoiding leaves and tiny branches that would alert anyone to her presence. She made she she stayed high above as to keep her scent from blowwing downwind, alerting Ragnar. As she perched gentley ontop of the hollow she held her breath, ears pricking forward to hear any movement whatsoever. When nothing came, she leapt from the hollows branches and landed square on her four paws in front of ragnar, being sure to let most of the force be distrubuted between her three unhurt paws. "BOO!!! WAKE UP!" she screamed childishly, closing her eyes and grinning.
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Rangnar didn't so much as flinch when she surprised him. He gave a grin, showing he appreciated her attempt. He just instead got up and stretched, his forepaws splayed out in front of him.
"If I didn't know any better," he chuckled, "I'd say you were a cub."
He smiled at her, and then stepped out of the hollow log. He shook out his long, messy mane and sighed. He saw how clean Anock's coat and mane were, and decided she must have cleaned herself before he was up. He stood flicking his tail, lost in thought.
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Anock frowned at her failed attempt "I'd rather stay a cub then be a boring old adult with responsibilities... Its a better way to spend your life." she smiled happily and stepped alongside Ragnar. "There is water over there if you need some..." she said without looking at him, as if she had read his mind. She yawned, pearly whites glistening "So what did you want to show me?" she asked with curiosity, she was ready for an adventure.
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"I had almost forgotten," he smiled, padding away from the log and motioning with his tail for her to follow. "I think you'll like it."
The then went into a brisk walk, until finally he went into a run. It felt nice, running through the forest. The forest was home, it was familiar. He glanced back to see if she was keeping up, and she seemed to do so nicely. He went back to the cliffs where he had first met Anock, then he started climbing up the mountain, careful to find places on the rocky surface for him to find foothold. He kept glancing back, but Anock was still there.
Finally, after about one or two hour's climbing in silence, the two climbed one last rock. In front of them lay an old abandoned human's castle, one that had once belonged to a viking from long ago. It was covered in snow because they were so high up, and in some places the walls were crumbling.
"This is it," he purred proudly, glad to show her his discovery. The ground was freezing, but he didn't care. Their kind were made for this environment. Their African cousins wouldn't be able to take the cold, but Nordic lions could.
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Anocks eyes were alight with wonder "Woah..." she uttered in an astonished tone. She walked forward, her toes sinking into the snow. She stood still for a moment taking it all in, and without a seconds notices she took off running into the castle with excitment, she wanted to explore it. She climbed into the watchposts where the vikings once stood watch for any intruders, she climbed down and soon explored the dens that vikings once slept in, out of the harsh enviornments of the mountain cold. She found armor and weapons, which she picked up in her mouth and swung around, dangerous yes, but did she care... No... after a couple minutes of play she disapeared from sight, and the castle grounds were once again quiet. The air Whistled through the air, but still no sign of Anock, but she was there... Her gaze was upwards in the big hall, she stared at a tapestry, the only thing left untouched, that hung high, blowing with the winter winds. She did not know why, but its symbols captivated her, drew her closer, she was frozen with wonder.
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Ragnar watched her run about like a cub, curious and in awe. He watched grimly, thinking of his own exploration of the castle and its grounds. He followed her into the great hall as she looked up at a large tapestry.
"That tapestry tells a story," he said, sitting behind her. His low voice made the hall echo. "It's about the viking's voyage here with the Beasts. It tells of their training, and the destruction of villages under the viking's might."
He looked up at the symbols of the wall. He did not know how he knew the story. He just did. It was just another fact of life for him.
The great lion stood again and turned, padding out of the hall. He exited the huge front doors and into the courtyard, where eroded statues stood depicting maidens and vikings and dragons. He sat there, staring at the far wall. There, just visible through the ice that had formed on the stone, was a large bloodstain. There was one, lone pawprint in blood next the the splatter. He shuddered and put a paw on his maned head, feeling the scar there. He sat and the snow gathered on his body as he lived in the past.
"You! You made her leave!"
"No, father, please, it was not my fault!"
"It's you're fault, all right! If you hadn't told her what I had said, she would still be here!"
"Father? Please, wait, I can explain! No! FATH-"
Ragnar looked down at his paws, the memory clear as day in his mind's eye. It had hurt. He was abandoned, he knew. His father didn't care about him. He knew that now. He vowed that no one would get close enough to hurt him again, that day. He remembered that vow with a furrowed brow.
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(hehehe playing hard to get >:P thats my kinda game!!! xD)
Anock jumped at his voice, and turned around to him as he padded out of the hall. She cocked her head to the side as he stood in the courtyard staring at the wall across the way. She frowned, something was bothering him. At this point in time, she knew it would be rude to ask him why he was so distant about this place, but she was a persistant lioness, always curious, a little too curious for her own good. She padded out of the hall, stoping and staring back at the tapestry one last time before closing the great hall doors with her back left leg. She walked and sat by Ragnar, trying to match his gaze to see exactly what he was gazing at. She spotted a splotch of blood against the far wall and her ears shot back instantly... She swallowed hard and in a timid voice asked "Is that yours...."... She looked up at the large male with a sad expression ears flat against her head, mane slightly ascue.
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(XD oh yeahssss)
Ragnar only nodded to Anock's question. He had a vacant look in his eye, still living in the past. All he did was stare, and stare. He looked at the pawprint on the wall. It was his own, only much smaller. I should have never come back to this place, He thought sadly. Then, thinking of Anock, he thought that maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought. She seemed to like his castle well enough. He had lived here forever, long after his mother and father had left. It seemed haunted when he was alone, but Anock brought some kind of brightness that he hadn't noticed in a very long time.
But yet he sat, and he stared.
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Anock sat there and wondered... she knew better not to ask any more questions. She got up, shaking the snow off her pelt and padded off into a small house to their left. She returned with a large peice of fabric and drapped it over Ragnars back to keep him warm. She sat back down and looked at her paws, allowing him to think in peice. She found a small pebble and played with it nervously between her front paws, batting it back and forth. It had been some time later that Anock began to notice the winds picking up and the snow begining to fall thicker. She glanced over at ragnar out of the corner of her eye then looked back to the ground. She began to shiver, even though she was a nordic lion, the winds still ate through her young adult coat that had not yet fully thickened. After a couple more minutes passed, she shook the snow from her pelt and leaned up against Ragnar laying her head alongside his paws, she hoped that if they were closer, she could at least get some of his body heat. Although she was freezing cold, she didnt want to leave his side, but she did not know why. She felt as if he needed someone there for him, his tough outter shell was just a defense he had put up, and she could see it clearly now. She wouldnt leave his side, not until he was done. And with this set in stone, She layed there motionless like a rock.
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Ragnar felt the fabric on his broad shoulders and he felt the heat coming off of Anock's body. Faithful, he observed. And patient...
The Beast glanced down at her from the corner of his eye. She seemed cold to him. He finally stood, his body numb with cold, and helped her up. He gave her a wistful smile, one that said, Thank you for doing this for me, and lead her inside the great doors of the main hall. He padded quietly up one of the sets of stone staircases and went up into the main chambers of the castle. He led her to the room at the end of the hall and pushed open the wooden door with one massive paw. He squeezed through the narrow door and walked into the room.
It was a simple, small room. It had no windows, offering protection from the freezing winds outside. The walls were stone, but the floor was wooden. Surprisingly, it hadn't rotted yet. In one corner lay a nest of some of the tapestries that had been torn from the wall, and on the opposite wall there were long vertical marks where Ragnar had sharpened his claws.
He looked down shyly, standing in the middle of the room. He glanced up briefly and smiled. "Well, now you know where I live," He sat, snow still leaving droplets in his mane and fur where it had melted.
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Anock shook the water from her pelt and looked up at the male and smiled. She slowly stoped shivering and looked around the room, admiring it in all of its glory. Although the room was simple, she was used to living in a cave, with a simple bed of leaves to lay upon, this seemed much more like home. "I like it." She said cheerfully. She looked at the nest of tapestries in one corner 'must be his bed.' she said to herself. She looked around at the rest of the room and found a small little corner vertical from Ragnars bed. She slowly made her way over to it, circled a few times then layed down. She wasnt too terribly tired, but the cold still ate at her bones, curling in a ball would help her warm up faster. She rested her head gentle on her paws and smiled up at Ragnar "Comfy." she simply said.
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Ragnar shook his head. He didn't know where his inner gentleman came from, but he approached her in her corner and said, "You go ahead and sleep in my bed. I can sleep here. It's warmer in there." Before he could protest, he said, "I'm used to living in these mountains, and I have a thicker coat than you do."
(heeeee, short ^^)
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Anock shook her head "No im fine... i made you sleep in the hollow last night, the least i could do is let you sleep in your own bed." She smiled and layed her head back on her paws staring at the ground, daydreaming.
(Even shorter post! ugg so tired))
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Ragnar stood there, a disapproving look on his face. He then went over to his nest of tapestries and pulled one out, the thick material making his mouth dry. He dragged it over her and laid it over her body, then stood back to look at his work. Satisfied, he padded over to his bed and curled up, but in a lazy looking way. He had one back leg hanging over the side and his front paws splayed out in front of him.
He gazed sleepily over at the wall he had sharpened his claws on, when he took a quick glance over at Anock. Curiously, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
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She looked over to ragnar, snapping out o her daydream. "Oh, i was just thinking about when i was a cub." she sighed heavily and then closed her eyes in a wide grin "Everything was so much easier..." she said, referring to the time she actually was under the care of her mother and father, not having to worry about catching her own food as well as other responsiblities that elders have to do. "Sometimes i just wish things would just be normal..." sighing once more she layed her head on her paws "But things happen for reasons..." she shrugged at this comment.
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Ragnar thought bitterly of his own parents, but ignored his inner thoughts and asked, "What happened to your parents?" He kept both golden eyes trained on her as he heard the wind beat down on the roof of the castle. It was a wonder that the blizzards didn't just knock the whole castle down, but it still remained.
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"You know..." She began, staring at the floor with a bitter smile splayed upon her maw "I dont really know... My mother told me to wait undercover while her and father went to search food, but after waiting a couple of days, they never came back..." She shrugged "Im sure they just got lost, i mean, they wouldnt have just left me there." she said with a spark of hope. Looking over at Ragnar she smiled lightly "Friends are family right?" she asked with a small smile "So your my family now!" she giggled childishly and returned her attention to the floor where she batted lightly at nails that stuck up awkwardly.
(History from a previous rp with my sis sis xD)
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Shocked that she still believed they were still alive, he asked, "How long has it been since they left?" He was amused she considered him family, let alone a friend. "You really want me to be your friend?" He asked, a little skeptical. He nevered pictured himself as the friendly type. He was used to loneliness and solitude.
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Anock looked back over to him and shrugged "Well i suposse they went missing right about the time that i turned about 8 months old..." she shrugged again and finished with "They are out there, so i just have to keep on looking." she smiled and turned away for a few seconds thinking to herself and soon faced Ragnar once more "Yeah, why wouldnt i? These past few days have been more fun and exciting then my entire life, besides, its better to have friends in this world then live alone your whole life..." She smiled lightly and finally said "Of corse i want you to be my friend, so long as you accept me as your too."
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Sorry bout extra posts my computer did a 504 gateway problem and posted it like 3 diff times... I cant delete them either so sorry D:
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Sorry bout extra posts my computer did a 504 gateway problem and posted it like 3 diff times... I cant delete them either so sorry D:
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(Its ok lol)
Ragnar smiled a bit. "Yeah," he grinned. "I'd like that."
He laid his head down on the edge of his tapestry nest, breathing in the cool familiarness of it all. He closed his eyes, thinking about past, present, and future. The most uncertain was the future, but he would worry about that later. He finally opened his eyes and stood up, the cold hitting him like a wave when he got up from his cozy bed. He looked over at Anock and said, "I'm going hunting, I'll be back. The blizzard should have stopped by now, so you're free to explore the castle," he smiled. He then squeezed out the wooden door and padded down the stairs and through the courtyard, sneaking a glance at the stain on the wall, before leaving the castle to lower down the mountain where he might find some deer.
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Anock nodded and got up as well, seeing him out of the castle. The air bit at her toes, so she decieded to stay inside and discover the courtyard on another day. She walked through the barraks as well as a few merchant stands and found nothing to interest her. She walked around a bit more eye staring upwards at the ceiling. With a couple more steps she found herself triping over a large lump of medal. She looked down after gathering herself and she noticed a little wodden hatch attached to the medal ring that had tripped her up. She grasped the medal ring in curiosity and pulled it, the hatch didnt budge. She frowned and tried again, and still the same result. She tried once more, taking a breath and yanking hard on it, with a creak and a small snap of rusted bolts it opened. She stood back, trying to see deper inside the passage, but it was too dark. With curiosity burning, she stepped down and into the passage way. After a few minutes her eyes fully ajusted to the light and she padded deeper within. She found shackles and cages, all holding what appeared to be bones. The stentch was outragious that she bent her head to cover her nose in her chest fur. There was blood splattered everywhere, the smell of mildew and decay were the most pormenent. Although it was obviously a place where no sane lion or lioness would discover, she was drawn in deeper, the sights horrifying her. As she neared the end, a giant cage sat open, just slightly ajar. She looked inside of it poking her head in slightly. All of a sudden a giant burst of wind pushed her into the cage, she fell over her two front paws. As she stood up she was frozzen, images of lions being tourchered, wiped by what appeared to be black vines, givin little food, tormented by these savage hairless beasts. She was in a trance that she couldnt snap out of. She saw elder liones, middle aged lions, and cubs, cowering against the stone walls that were covered in their blood, lions and lionesses roaring, trying to escape, pleading with no previal to let their cubs go. There were also feew that layed upon the ground, both in a fearing submission as well as those who had given up the fight and were slowly letting themselves decay and rot. Anock was so overwhellmed that she let out a roar, trying to make her head stop. She fell to the ground paws over her ears "Stop, please, Just make it stop!" she yelled and without a moments notice her visions haulted, only the drip of melted snow against stone was heard. She opened her eyes staring out of the bars of the cage "how could they..." she said weakly in discust.
(woohoo freakey deekey flashbacks!)
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Ragnar soon caught the scent of deer, but it was farther down the fjord. He concidered going back to tell Anock he might be gone for a day hunting, he decided she wouldn't mind. He continued down the terrain and soon he had caught a nice, large moose. He bore a few scratches, the largest a gash that went from his shoulder to his forearm, but it was not deep and stopped bleeding within a few minutes. After he caught his rather large prey, he rested for a few moments, then grabbed the bull moose by its neck and climbed into a tree with it. He carefully hung the corpse in the tree to keep other predators away from his kill, then lept down and padded for the water.
Once there, he gave himself a good bath, washing away the grime, filth, and blood from his pelt and climbed back onto the shore. There he shook his fur and then trotted back to his moose. After retreaving it, he dragged it back up to the mountains. He soon cursed himself for getting a meal so big, but as least it was a little preserved in the cold. He soon found a small cave where he could stay for the night. He stored the moose in the back of the cave, the antlers clanging on the stone ground as he dropped it. He then curled up in the middle of the cave, closing his eyes until morning, thinking of Anock.
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Anock, weak, got to her feet and pushed the cage door open. Without looking back she charged out of the passage way, kicking the door shut as she climbed her way back into the main hall. She stood, her chest rising and falling fast with her quickened breaths. She sat, glossey eyed staring at the wall, emotionless. After a few minutes which seemed like an eternity, she stood back up and made her way back up towards the main room. On her way down the passage way, she noticed many doors lining the outside of the hall. She was afraid to see inside, but she shook her head, tossing out bad memories and soon found herself opening up a small door near the end of the hall. She entered the room, curtain lined the windows. Although the castle was old, the glass was still intact, shinning colors against the wood and stone of the rooms walls. She looked around more, finding a small chest in the corner of the room. The chest sat upon a small bundle of rugs and cloth that appeared to have been sown together. She nudged the chest out of the way, she would check it later. She sat down upon the rugs, and grabbed the edge of it with her mouth, throwing it over her as she layed down. She cuddled up in the corner of the small room, watching the colors play against the walls watching the shadows of snowflakes fall outside. Her eyes became heavy, but she was to nervous to sleep, so there she huddled, scared and alone in the corner of the room. "Please be hastefull Ragnar." she spoke quietly.
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Ragnar dreamed of walking the castle halls with Anock when he awoke. He heard the sound of scuffling paws and found a pair of snow leopards eating away at his moose. They had torn into the side of the moose and had taken a good portion of the carcass. Ragnar lept to his feet and snarled meanacingly. The leopards looked up and returned the snarl, stepping away from the moose and toward the lion. He sent one massive paw their way, but they quickly sidestepped it and moved in, pouncing on the lion. He raced out of the cave with the leopards still on top of him, then rolled in the snow to detact them.
The two fell from the Beast and circled him, fangs bared. Ragnar turned his head back and forth, watching both of them at once as best as he could, but they overpowered him. When one pounced on top of him, the other stood by for the other leopard to be thrown from the lion. Then the process resumed. This went on for several minutes, Rangar being torn and broken. He finally sent one leopard flying, and the other he grabbed in mid-air and bit into it's neck, killing it. The other saw it's partner on the ground and fleed.
The great lion stood, victorious over his opposers. He panted, out of breath, and his side was bleeding from a deep wound. He was fairly certain his back left paw was broken, and his right ear was ripped. He went back to the cave to count his losses, and picked up what was left of the moose in agony. He then continued up the mountain, eager to make it back to the castle. Each step was painful, and blood ran down his side, making him weaker.
At least the moose was lighter.
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Anock awoke with a start, she had fallen asleep while trying her best not to. She got up and padded out of the room. Once she was in the hallway she called r ather loudly "Ragnar? Are you here?" her voice echoed through the castle. Obviously not. She padded down the steps into the big hall and out into the courtyard. The wind and snow was picking up and the cover of nightfall was soon upon them. "Where are you..." she said nervously looking to the sky. Without further though she put her nose to the ground, the snow fall not yet overing his scent. She bounded out of the castle down the side of the mountain. It wasnt long before she saw a shadow glimpse of Ragnars figure pulling a moose up the mountain pass. She raced down to meet him, but before she was even close enough to see him perfectly, the stentch of blood hit her nose. She haulted and turned her head, soon to regain her charging speed to meet up with him. "Your hurt!" She yelled in shock "Here let me carry it." She took the moose from his maw and started to drag it up the hill "Come on, the storm is quick approaching!" She managed to say with a mouthful of moose.
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Ragnar nodded to her gratefully and let her carry it. Another storm was coming in and he'd rather not be stuck in the middle of it. He let go of the moose and limped after her, blood trailing behind him. He collapsed in the courtyard, took weak to go on. He waited for the snow to take him in its cold embrace. The snow was already numbing his aching body, and he did not move. He fell in and out of conciousness.
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Anock drug the moose into the great hall not noticing the colapsed Ragnar in the courtyard. She turned around and jumped, was he dead? She ran out to get him and nudged him lightly "Ragnar come on, dont give up, not now!" she grabbed his scruff and struggled to pull him inside. Slowly but surley they made their way in the great hall. She let him down gentley and layed by his side resting her head upon his massive shoulder "Ragnar wake up please... Please wake up" she spoke quietly in his ear and licked his wounds. She nudged him "please dont leave me alone again, please stay with me... I... I think i...." she trailed off, getting up and running to get some cloth to cover him and his wounds. She ran down the stairs and covered him, making sure to dress his wounds before doing so. She stood up again and tore a chunk of meat off the moose, putting it infront of his noes to entice him to wake up.
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Ragnar felt his body being moved, he felt Anock's licks and he felt his wounds being dressed. He even smelled the moose meat. His eyes flickered, until finally they shut. He fell into a deep sleep, needing the rest to regain his lost blood. He snored peacefully, a dreamless slumber overcomming him. All he felt was warmth coming from Anock.
(May have to skip a few days to let him rest... its up to you when it happens lol)
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(I will just do the next few days on super speed)
Anock layed beside Ragnar for the next night, giving him her warmth. She continued the next day with changing his bandages and giving him water, forcing him to drink some while resting. As the next day and night passed, she looked over at the moose and frowned, it was going to waste. She decieded to eat and fill her stomach completley full. She looked over to Ragnar and frowned, chewwing up some food and walking over to him "I know your not going to like this..." she said loudly and placed her mouth against his, opening it with a few toes and spitting the food in his mouth. She then proceeded to close his maw and tip her head upwards, making him swallow it "You need your strength." She layed beside him after doing this a few more times, cuddeling up against his side, burrowing her head in his chest "Please be okay..."
(Alrighty you can wake him up when yah want!)
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Ragnar finally awoke, his yellow eyes flickering. He groaned. Everything still hurt. He found a weird after-taste in his mouth, but it wasn't the biggest of his worries. (XD)
The great lion was surprised to see Anock laying next to him, almost burried undernieth all his thick fur. He gave his signature grin and mumbled, "Hello."
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Anocks head shot up, a smile upon her maw "Oh thank heavens your alright!!!" she screamed loudly, getting up and prancing around. "I was so worried!" she screamed as well, licking his maw in a friendly manor. "You need to stay put for a bit to let your wounds heal, you cut yourself pretty bad there..." Anock said more calmly after collecting herself. She sat herself down in front of the male and cocked her head at a questioning angle "What happened to you? Did you fall?"
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"No," he answered quietly. "I was going to sleep through the night, but I found a pair of snow leopards eating at the moose, so I fought them. I won, but they got me pretty bad," he said, shifting his weight but finding it painful. He looked up mischeviously and asked, "You were worried?"
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Anocks ears went back "No..." she said a bit embaressed. She scowled and turned away, wipping her tail with a snap. "Dont ever scare me like that again." she muttered as she walked away. She walked up the staircase, peaking through the little gaps between the stairs. She walked to the room that she once rested in when Ragnar was on his 'adventure'. She walked over to the chest and grabed it in her mouth. She drug it Down the stairs and plopped it down in front of Ragnar "Open it." she said in a pushy manor "To repay me for taking care of your hide."
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Ragnar looked at her puzzled. "What's in here?" He asked.
He reached out his muzzle to sniff it, and it still had that human stench to it. He wasn't sure what was inside. He looked up at Anock, a small smile on his face. He had hit a nerve with her. Sighing, he sat up carefully, already healing rapidly. Maybe that was one thing he could thank the vikings for - the Beasts' ability to heal quickly.
He stood shakily to his feet, ignoring Anock's order to keep resting, and licked the top of her head in thanks for helping him recover. He then turned to the chest, looking at the plain outer covering of wood. It was small, about the size of his two paws together.
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"I dont know..." she said and then paused as he licked her head. She julted back in surprise, for this was one of the first times he had shown his soft side. She tucked her ears back happily and thought silently to herself and soon responded "I found it in the room with the painted sky." she said, the sky referring to the glass of the window itself. "Maybe you can open it, and we can find out." she said gentle, lifting up her paw which still was a bit tender from her accident.
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(Wow... all this time I was waiting for you to post.... and you already did -facepalm- Sorry bout that :P)
Ragnar stood before the little wooden chest, curiousity getting the best of him. He broke the rusted lock on the front with one swipe of his paw, and then nudged the lid open with his nose. Inside, he found a leather whip. He sniffed it carefully, a look of disgust and horror on his face. Lion's blood.
He turned to Anock, a unidentifiable look on his face. He glared at her with piercing yellow eyes and said, "Where did you find this?"
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Anocks ears went back as he glared at her "In the room with the painted sky..." she said quietly, afraid of what his next actions might be. She took a couple steps back, still unsure of what was in the box "Whats wrong?" she said quietly again, trying to lean to the left and right to get a better view inside the box.
(its alright, sorry bout the short post, i be sick and tired :/ )
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Ragnar closed the chest so Anock couldn't see and shoved it toward her. He looked at her with such intensity that his eyes dared her to disobey him.
"Anock, take this back where you found it. Do not look in it, and do not go looking for it again. This is nothing for you or anyone else to see. It is a disgusting and horrible symbol of the Old Ways. This is our ancestor's past, and the past is a dangerous thing to deal with. Do you understand?" He searched her face, hoping she would listen to him.
He didn't mean to try to scare her, but he did not want her to look in that chest. He didn't want her to be frightened of the whip or the castle. He wanted her to not be afraid of the place because he wanted her to stay with him. He hoped she would not leave, or at least not soon. He had made a friend in the young lioness, and living in these mountains all by himself were not as favorable as being with her here where she was safe and he could protect her. Well, when he healed, that is.
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Anocks ears went back "Fine." she hissed slightly and carried it back to the room. She placed it down in the corner and covered it with a cloth. She sat and looked out the stained window, watching the blizzard beat against the castle walls feircly, it had been nonestop since she had brought Ragnar inside to rest. She got up and paced the room, claws clicking against the wooden floor as she walked. "Who does he think he is, telling me what to do... He's not my father." She ranted to herself, scowled a bit, then got over it. She flicked the hair from her eyes then padded out of the room, closing the back door carlessly with a loud thump. She walked down the stairs and towards Ragnar, but she haulted in the center of the hall looking over at the hatch she had opened when he was gone. She closed her eyes, reliving the moment, then shook her head to free herself again. "If you dont like the history, why do you stay here......?"
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Ragnar sat and sighed as she left. He saw the anger in her eyes and he felt frustrated. He just didn't want her to see that horrible torture device. He knew it would probably upset her - it had even upset him - and he didn't want her to go. His bones still aching, he stood again and limped rather slowly to her after she came down the stairs. He looked at her with pained eyes, both sorry for having made her angry and for his healing injuries.
"Anock..." he started, looking down at her, his ragged mane even more ruffled and matted for his lack of grooming when he was blacked out. He pleaded with her silently to forgive him. He reached one large paw out and pulled her closer into an embrace, and he licked the top of her head. "I'm sorry. I should be more polite to the nurse who saved my hide after I got myself hurt. I didn't mean to make you mad."
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Anock let him embrace her for a short while before pulling away and rubbing her mane with one paw "Ugg, gezz Rag, your welcome." she said, rearanging her now wet hair. She looked at him with a smile and tilted her head to the side "I hope im not intruding but i would like to stay a bit longer here with you if thats alright. At least let me stay till the storm is done." she said, playing mind games, although she was a tomboy, she still loved to play mind games like any female does. She could tell by his fear, anger, and affection that he was trying to protect and care for her. Although it was obvious, she liked to play dumb. She turned away, sliding her tail along the bottom of his jaw "So, do you think you can make it up to your nook? It would be a lot more comfertable for you rather than these old boards." she said lightly looking now to the stairs. Her eyes became hazzy, she was feeling something strange. She turned back to Ragnar and tilted her head in question, narrowing her eyes with curiosity, was she falling for this gruff brute? Maybe, but it seemed to early to tell, so she just stood there, staring blankly.
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Ragnar was intrigued. Her actions confused him. He now realized why he had almost no interaction with any of the other females of his kind.
He let her go as she pushed him away and smiled, hiding his panic. "It's cool, stay as long as you want." He was afraid she would leave after staying so long. Was she manipulating him? His questions were answered when she slid the tip of her tail under his chin. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes grew a little wider. He composed himself quickly and stood, stiffling a moan. He had to be the stronger one here.
I can't believe I'm falling for a cub, he muttered to himself in his mind. Despite his trying to deny it, he had to face the facts. Anock had grown on him. She was spunky and unpredictable but also strong and stubborn. He didn't know why this attracted him so, but he would not tell her. Who knows what she would say?
He nodded and followed her up the stairs stiffly and into his room. He sighed as he lay down in the familiar nest of tapestries. It was warm and smelled of mothballs, but he didn't care. He started to grow sleepy, but kept Anock in the corner of his eye. He was curious to see what she would do.
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Anock smiled as he kept her in his gaze. She paced around the room, muttering to herself and staring at the ground. She did this for a few minutes, stoped, looked up only to shake her head and start pacing once more. She continued this for a few more minutes before suddenly plopping down head hung low, mane covering her expression. "You make me feel strange..." she said simply, shrugging a bit but still evading his gaze. After the words left her mouth she realized how strange it must have sounded. Keeping her cool while panicing she quickly said "Your weird." This comment was very blunt 'good save' she though sarcastically and rubbed her eyes with a paw in distress. "Uh.." she stuttered and quickly said "Im tired, goodnight." and with that she fell to the ground ungracefully from her sitting position, turning her back towards Ragnars bed. So what if she was laying smack dab in the middle of the room, as long as she didnt look like too much of an idiot for saying her previous comments. Sleep was the only thing she could think of to keep him from questioning her. Closing one eye she quickly started to make sleeping noises, one ear perked back a little awkwardly to listen for Ragnar to make a noise.
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Ragnar looked at her in worry, then with amusement as she made her comments. I'm weird? He asked himself in his head. I'm not the one pacing the room and talking to herself. He wanted to know what she meant, but she suddenly plopped down in the middle of the room and pretended to sleep. Ragnar knew she was just avoiding his questions, so he just curled up in his nest and sighed. What games was she playing, and why did he make her feel strange?
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Anock yawned, baring pearly whites. She slowly inched her way across the floor, not moving out of her position byt rather pulling herself with her clawed paws. It must have looked really strange to Ragnar who probably still awake, but she didnt care. As she made her way to the door she got up on all fours "Goodnight, i will be in my room." she said lightly then slipped out of the room through the crack in the door. She glided down the hallway and slipped into the room with the painted sky. There she made her way to her own little bed and pulled the chest over to her. She looked left, then right, seeing if ragnar was sneaking in the darkness. With no sign of him, she mischeiviously opened thhe chest and peered inside. A strip of leather held together by a handle. She noticed the blood upon the strip and leaned closer. Realizing it was blood from her own kind she closed the lid slowly and slid it across the room, she had had enough of all the tourchers her kind had gone through. She rubed inbetween her eyes, thinking.
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"Anock." He muttered under his breath, watching her tail slip out the door. He heard her say she was going to her room, but he didn't remember her sleeping anywhere else. Curious, he slipped out the door rather painfully and followed her retreating tail tip. He padded after her until he found himself outside a door. He positioned his eye at the crack of the door and looked inside. On the wall there was a picture of a sky. He hadn't seen much art done by the vikings in the castle besides the tapestries. He saw the chest from earlier and narrowed his eyes as he saw the young lioness reach for it and peer inside. At her expression, he concluded she had smelled the blood of their ancestors on the cord.
"I told you not to look inside," he said softly, stepping into the room. He saw her push the chest away and he padded closer to her, looking for her reaction to the weapon. "You never were one to follow direction, were you?" He said this jokingly, but his voice was serious. He wasn't mad or upset with her, but he was a little disappointed. The tail-under-the-jaw ploy and the flirting was just a joke to get him to his room so she could sneak back to look inside the chest. A pained look crossed his face for only a moment, then he masked it with an emotionless one.
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"I just dont like being protected." she said simply "This thing doesnt bother me." she shrugged a little and muttered "Not after that chamber beneath the hall." she stared emotionless out the window and sighed. "I dont understand why you kept it from me." She said, turning to him and staring him directly in the eyes. She paused and asked again "Why? is there something i should know?"
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"No," he said, changing his mind from saying that he did it so she wouldn't leave. He was still hurt from figuring out she had pretended to like him. "Sorry, I guess I'm just the protective type." He looked up when she mentioned a chamber, and he asked, "What? What chamber beneath the hall?" He had never found anything, he thought he knew all there was to know about the castle. Had Anock found something new?
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Anock sat and looked at her paws "Its nothing..." she said finally, getting up and walking over to Ragnar. She rested her head upon his shoulder, closing her eyes tightly. She sighed lightly then pulled away, licking the side of his face affectionantly. "If i tell you, you have to promise me that you wont freak out." she muttered softly looking down. Without another word she softly padded outside of her room and down the stairs, wandering towards the further corner of the hall. Behind a rather large dinning set lay the wodden door hatch. She turned to face him and said lightly "Its in there... But i cant go back in..." And with that she stepped back and sat, waiting for him to enter and see what she did.
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Ragnar was surprised yet again. She leaned on his shoulder and licked his cheek. What games was she playing? He shook his head, confused. What did she want from him? He remembered his vow he made after his father left. He wouldn't get any closer to this lioness, not if he wanted to keep from getting hurt. He nodded unresponsively and got up and went down the steps into the darkness. His feline ability to see in the dark kicked in and he went lower, lower into the ground. As soon as Anock had opened the door, he smelled death everywhere. As he took in the sights of the cages and other horrible things and padded into the center of the room. He lowered and closed his eyes, the images burned in his head. Poor Anock, she had come down here alone first. She was strong, that was for sure. Ragnar finally stood and went back up the steps. He looked at Anock and said quietly, "Do not speak of that room again. Keep it hidden, and do not go back." He then padded numbly up the steps. With the cages and Anock's games and the cold of the storm make him feel like he was weak and he did not want anyone to see it. He then entered his room and curled up, staring blankly at the stone wall.
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Anock nodded, closing the hatch closed and throwing the dinning set upon the door, baracading it. She watched Ragnar, a shell of his old self walk up the stairs numbly. She hung her head low and followed him quietly up the stairs. When he layed down in his bed, she stood outside the door collecting herself. Sliding through the crack she walked over to the beast with the stone gaze. She nudged him with care, and then layed down next to him, laying on her back. She shifted slightly to her side, laying her head in his large paws. "Im sorry i misobeyed you. I just figured it wasnt such a big deal..." she frowned as the words tasted like acid as they left her mouth "Im sorry." She lowered her gaze from his maw to his chest, sighing and burrowing her head into his fur muttering lightly "I want to stay here... with you... if thats alright..." she brought her paws up to her chest to keep her warmer and curled around his body to take some of his heat as well as give her heat to him. She shut her eyes gentle, comming in and out of conciousness.
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Anock heard her come in and felt her touch as she laid next to him and curled around his body. He kept his gaze where it was. He kept running his vow over and over in his head, but he couldn't stop the loud pur from escaping deep within his chest when she said she wanted to stay with him. He nodded sullenly, then turned his gaze to her as she settled in. He sighed, his eyes rolling to the ceiling. Ragnar, you weak moron, he said in his mind as he shifted his weight to allow her more room. He curled his own body around hers, trying to keep her warm. He even reached over her for a thick tapestry to lay over her. He licked her head once, and fell asleep beside her, wondering how long this would last.
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Anock awoke the next morning and yawned quietly. A purr erupted from her chest as she butted her head affectionantly into Ragnars to awaken him. "Goodmorning." she said lightly in a sweet and smooth voice. She cocked her ears to listen to the outside world, it was still as death, the storm had finally passed. She got up and stretched dragging blackened claws against the wooden ground. She lifted the tapestrie from her back and placed it onto ragnars "Im going outside." she said simple and padded out of the room downstairs and into the snow. The ground was thick with a white fluffy layer of snow. She danced around, kicking snow up with her feet, ploping down into the thickest of parts and seeing ow far down she would sink. She got stuck a few times, but managed to wiggle her way out. She sat up on her hind legs and reached for the sky with her front ones. She closed her eyes and fell back, laying in the soft snow. She liked this place, and even though she loved it so much, still the idea of her parents looking for her ached at her heart. She closed her eyes breathing heavily "Forgive me father, mother, for i wish to stay here. Maybe one day you will join me."
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Ragnar woke to Anock's touch and gazed sleepily at her. He simply nodded and went back to sleep as she left. He was having some excellent dreams about chasing down those snow leopards and ripping their throats out. He could almost hear them.... A small chuckle escaped his maw as he replayed the dream over and over in his head.
(Sorry it's so short, I have no muse lol)
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(sorry for the late response, had a hard week and havent had the heart to repost :( sadness )
Anock leapt through the air, feeling the cold breeze blow through her whiskers. She landed on all fours and lifted her head to the sky, letting loose a roar which echoed through the thin still air. She flopped on her side and ran in a circle, spinning her body in a strange manor, she loved the snow and how it felt against her thick skin. She got up, shaking her pelt free of snow dust and padded inside, calling up the stairs "Im going to go get some food, our meat has spoiled!" she said loudly, looking at the pile of now mushy meat sitting in the middle of the hall,, flies circled it hungrily. She crinkled her face as the smell hit her noes and hoped out the front doors and ran across the courtyard out of the castle grounds. She slide down the mountain, carving her way through the snow. She found it easier to slide on her rear like a sled then it was to tredge down the mountain side with such thick snow. She landed softly on a ledge and looked over the lands that stretched out bellow her. Thick evergreen forests lay bellow her tiped with white snow, it was a beautiful sight. The cold winter sun peaked harshly through the white cloud cover, showering the land with its briliance and making everything glow and shimmer. "Wow, its so beautiful, ive never seen anything like it before!" she gasped. As her eyes widened something out of the corner of her vision caught her attention. It was a rather large blotch climbing, or at least attempting to climb, up the large rockface of the mountain. Anock could hear its hooves clange and scratch against the frozen rock. "Food..." she thought and lowered her body instantly, hopefully it hadnt seen her. She creapt, making sure to step and crawl along the rock that was emerged from the snow to make it so her pelt would blend in better with the surroundings. She climbed higher then it was, her scent blowing over its head so it would not be alerted from her presence.. She sat on her hind legs, it was getting closer, 15, 10, 7 feet away now. All she had to do was jump ontop of the beasts back and skillfully grab a hold of its throat with her long fangs. She wiggled her rear like all cats do and without a seconds though she leapt through the air. Within a split second she was ontop the beast, it wailed in horror as it bucked wildly, lurching from side to side. It was huge, she had not sucessfully calculated her size with his. It reared up, its hind legs caught in the holes that were carved into the side of the mountain. With two snaps it legs broke, sending it tumbleing down under its own weight "Nows my time!" she roared and lunged for his throat, in a split second it was over, warm blood poured from its wounds. Anock clenched its throat, feeling its life liquid slide down her throat, a tasty treat for a victorious catch. Steping back she looked up the mountain, a long way up "Ugg, i should have asked him to come with me... how will i be able to carry this thing all the way back up there!?" she yelled to herself. Looking back down the cliff then back up it she was going to roar until she spotted a thick fresh layer of snow above her. "That would be trouble..." She thought to herself and sat down. This was quiet a perdicament.