As the dawn gave way to morning, what started as a few trilling whistles of birdsong was slowly gathering into a chorus of voices all rising to greet the pale light of day. Somewhere in her subconscious, still tangled in the fading sensations of her dreamstate, Tirgatao cupped her ears to the intrusive sonjour and it was mirrored, albeit languidly, in her physical frame. But the darkness receeded and she stirred beneath the small hollow she called her home. Copper eyes, framed by a soft pale face, fluttered open and focused on the slivers of sky visible between the redwoods for a few thoughtful minutes. Suddenly, she inhaled loudly, propelled herself to her feet and worked to stretch her stiff limbs with a strained grunt.
Tirgatao clambered out from her hovel, braced, and shook free the detrius clinging to her pale coat. Her ears twisted as they chased the sound of the forest; a bird winging above, a rabbit foraging in the undergrowth, and the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. She furrowed her brows and lifted her muzzle, nostrils flared, to scent the air. But where she habitually drew comfort from the collection of scents that composed their pack, now it only brought an indistinct unrest.
It was only when she strode to the nearest fern to squat and relieve her bladder that she knew: her heat. But this late in the season? Tirgatao splayed her ears. Every year was the same, but this was undoubtedly the worst timing yet. Not only was her cycle likely induced by Heda's own, but she lacked a suitable mate. Furthermore, logic would not permit her to even entertain the idea of requesting such a blessing.
An agitated huff shot through her nose. She tucked her tail flush against her rear and made her way through the territory in search of a morsel to satiate at least one of her needs.
Tirgatao clambered out from her hovel, braced, and shook free the detrius clinging to her pale coat. Her ears twisted as they chased the sound of the forest; a bird winging above, a rabbit foraging in the undergrowth, and the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. She furrowed her brows and lifted her muzzle, nostrils flared, to scent the air. But where she habitually drew comfort from the collection of scents that composed their pack, now it only brought an indistinct unrest.
It was only when she strode to the nearest fern to squat and relieve her bladder that she knew: her heat. But this late in the season? Tirgatao splayed her ears. Every year was the same, but this was undoubtedly the worst timing yet. Not only was her cycle likely induced by Heda's own, but she lacked a suitable mate. Furthermore, logic would not permit her to even entertain the idea of requesting such a blessing.
An agitated huff shot through her nose. She tucked her tail flush against her rear and made her way through the territory in search of a morsel to satiate at least one of her needs.
"There are no guarantees in the future. That's why today, the time we have now, is important."
Trigedasleng is denoted in bold/italic if not already written out. Hover for translations.
Trigedasleng is denoted in bold/italic if not already written out. Hover for translations.
April 26, 2018, 09:56 AM
The early morning song of sparrows joined by the continual tapping of a particularly obnoxious woodpecker roused the russet kru from her slumber, a groan spilling from her lips as she drug herself from her hollowed log. It took a solid ten minutes before the grogginess of sleep wore off, and when it finally did it was replaced with annoyance and aggravation. Her head drew upward until it felt like it was about to snap off, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of the pest that had woke her. Eventually she spotted the vibrant redheaded woodpecker perched on a branch looking extremely satisfied with it’s work, and Rose immediately made a mental note to ask around and see if anyone would be up for trying to kill her unwanted alarm clock.
Not wanting to deal with the bird any longer, mainly because she felt a headache coming on, the aspiring medic turned to herbs for an easy distraction. She sluggishly trudged her way through the redwoods, momentarily wondering if she should stop by Wildfire’s den to check and see if she needed anything in terms of food or medical care. Rose assumed the Fespira was already well cared for, but there was still some feeling of being in debt to the older woman after she’d stayed during the thunderstorm that night. But before Rose even had the chance to seriously consider stopping by, a change in the wind stopped her mid-stride.
The scent of heat itself was nothing new, both Portia and Heda having already gone through their cycles, but there was still some uniqueness to each of them and Tirgatao’s was no different. Rose was curious as to what exactly the scent was, I mean she had an idea, but having grown up with literally no one to educate her, she was often left in the dark when it came to certain topics others may think of as common sense. She considered her options for a moment and after some brief debating in her head, decides to seek out the Shouna.
It takes her a while to finally locate the pale woman, but once she spots the white speck in the distance, Rose instantly picks up her pace to close the distance. She only knew Tirgatao from the time she temporarily lead while the war was going on, but other then that she’d only seen her in casual passing. “Hey” she calls out coolly, nose scrunching as the scent becomes heavy in the air. “What’s up with you?” she questions pryingly, interested in knowing what had come over the females of the cliffs. Was there something in the water or what?
Not wanting to deal with the bird any longer, mainly because she felt a headache coming on, the aspiring medic turned to herbs for an easy distraction. She sluggishly trudged her way through the redwoods, momentarily wondering if she should stop by Wildfire’s den to check and see if she needed anything in terms of food or medical care. Rose assumed the Fespira was already well cared for, but there was still some feeling of being in debt to the older woman after she’d stayed during the thunderstorm that night. But before Rose even had the chance to seriously consider stopping by, a change in the wind stopped her mid-stride.
The scent of heat itself was nothing new, both Portia and Heda having already gone through their cycles, but there was still some uniqueness to each of them and Tirgatao’s was no different. Rose was curious as to what exactly the scent was, I mean she had an idea, but having grown up with literally no one to educate her, she was often left in the dark when it came to certain topics others may think of as common sense. She considered her options for a moment and after some brief debating in her head, decides to seek out the Shouna.
It takes her a while to finally locate the pale woman, but once she spots the white speck in the distance, Rose instantly picks up her pace to close the distance. She only knew Tirgatao from the time she temporarily lead while the war was going on, but other then that she’d only seen her in casual passing. “Hey” she calls out coolly, nose scrunching as the scent becomes heavy in the air. “What’s up with you?” she questions pryingly, interested in knowing what had come over the females of the cliffs. Was there something in the water or what?
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April 26, 2018, 05:34 PM
Though her belly hungers, her mind cannot seem to fixate on anything but the growing vexation at the knowledge she would go another year without children. She knew it was through no fault but her own; she harbored no interest in the males currently residing in Drageda, and lacked the drive nor the patience to seek out a suitably strong individual out in the wilds, nor risk being claimed by one who wasn't worthy. Trigeda, similarly, was beyond the scope of reason though it would have been her preference, certainly, to continue the bloodlines of ages past.
The pale woman slowed, then stopped, and sucked in a shuddering breath through parted lips while a disquiet grimace pulled at her inky lips. Her cycle would pass soon enough, and this entire muddled mess of emotions along with it. Tirgatao had hoped that she might draw some semblance of calm from her present solitude, but if it was one thing the Shouna had learned in the year since arriving in Drageda was that someone always needed something. Be it company, information, or simply advice.
Tirgatao's ear twitched and swiveled around to lock in on Rose at the sound of her approaching footsteps. That previous flicker of agitation blazed hot and, were she not already familiar with the effects of her hormones, she might have bared teeth at the young female. But she harbored more respect for, not only herself, but Dragedakru. She closed her eyes, released the breath suspended in her lungs in the form of a quiet sigh and managed a faintly guileless smile as she turned to greet the younger wolf. The brazen way the question was lofted to her did not go unnoticed, and both ears swung forward now."Hei Rose." she said warmly while her eyes narrowed in an indistinct glimpse of some passing thought. "Certainly nothing unusual..." Tirgatao blinked. "Do you mean my scent?"
The pale woman slowed, then stopped, and sucked in a shuddering breath through parted lips while a disquiet grimace pulled at her inky lips. Her cycle would pass soon enough, and this entire muddled mess of emotions along with it. Tirgatao had hoped that she might draw some semblance of calm from her present solitude, but if it was one thing the Shouna had learned in the year since arriving in Drageda was that someone always needed something. Be it company, information, or simply advice.
Tirgatao's ear twitched and swiveled around to lock in on Rose at the sound of her approaching footsteps. That previous flicker of agitation blazed hot and, were she not already familiar with the effects of her hormones, she might have bared teeth at the young female. But she harbored more respect for, not only herself, but Dragedakru. She closed her eyes, released the breath suspended in her lungs in the form of a quiet sigh and managed a faintly guileless smile as she turned to greet the younger wolf. The brazen way the question was lofted to her did not go unnoticed, and both ears swung forward now."Hei Rose." she said warmly while her eyes narrowed in an indistinct glimpse of some passing thought. "Certainly nothing unusual..." Tirgatao blinked. "Do you mean my scent?"
"There are no guarantees in the future. That's why today, the time we have now, is important."
Trigedasleng is denoted in bold/italic if not already written out. Hover for translations.
Trigedasleng is denoted in bold/italic if not already written out. Hover for translations.
April 27, 2018, 08:03 AM
Her nose wiggles at the Shouna‘s greeting, briefly tossing her an awkward hallway smile before letting the corners of her mouth slink downwards into a tight-lipped frown. Her head gives a slow, single nod in response to the question and she finds herself glancing away for a moment to gather her thoughts. So then this, whatever it may be, wasn’t unusual? “Heda’s was similar not long ago” she thinks aloud, pointing out what had probably already been obvious to the pallid woman. She turns back, half expecting some form of agreement while half expecting silence.
She barely gives time for the response she seeks before dropping to her haunches, momentarily shifting around until she finds a comfortable position. She had no idea if the Shouna had other intentions for the day, but Rose for one had recently found a bunch of free time on her hands and, with nothing better to do, figured this interaction would at least would keep her entertained for the time being. Even if the atmosphere was a bit suffocating. And besides, she knew little about Tirgatao but the Kru was well aware that the woman was wise and as a pilomath, Rose saw an endless source of knowledge before her.
She sucks in a breath, head feeling as if it was spinning in circles while trying to come up with some explanation for the strange scent. “Are you ill?” she questions then, worry briefly washing over her. If this was the case then she’d gladly come up with some concoction to try and cure whatever it may be that is plaguing the pale woman, but if not, well then she’d still probably try to come up with some way to nullify the effects because why not?
She barely gives time for the response she seeks before dropping to her haunches, momentarily shifting around until she finds a comfortable position. She had no idea if the Shouna had other intentions for the day, but Rose for one had recently found a bunch of free time on her hands and, with nothing better to do, figured this interaction would at least would keep her entertained for the time being. Even if the atmosphere was a bit suffocating. And besides, she knew little about Tirgatao but the Kru was well aware that the woman was wise and as a pilomath, Rose saw an endless source of knowledge before her.
She sucks in a breath, head feeling as if it was spinning in circles while trying to come up with some explanation for the strange scent. “Are you ill?” she questions then, worry briefly washing over her. If this was the case then she’d gladly come up with some concoction to try and cure whatever it may be that is plaguing the pale woman, but if not, well then she’d still probably try to come up with some way to nullify the effects because why not?
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