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@Syver :3)
Raven had done decently well with her healing. When told to sleep, she slept. When told to eat, she ate. When told to walk faster, she quickened her pace. And through the amounts of time she had traveled with Syver, she felt all the more better about being by his side. Along with how her chest had healed remarkably swift with the hardcore routine, and her cardio and endurance also peaked at the rigorous schedule.
And through none, she dared not complain.
Even at the beginning of the journey, when he pads split open from excess use, and her limbs felt like slime-animals, and her breathing became ragged, she continued.
Now, she was soon to be back to her full and healthy self.
The duo appeared at the base of a mass of dark and ominous woods, and softly sje called out to Syver, who, as usual, was several paces before her.
"Jarl, what is this place?..it holds darkness as its skin."
She studdied the forests front with hesitant silver iced eyes, trying to find a light amongst so much darkness and shadows.
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"Jarl, what is this place?..it holds darkness as its skin." He ignored Raven's words, instead continue to venture deeper into the forest. It was early morning and the faint light shone between the gaps in the canopy illuminating patches of ground. "Just shut up and walk," he said without even looking at the dark female, instead he just continued walking forward, curiosity and awe visible in his bright cerulean eyes.
He had no patience for her right now, either she shut up and moved on with him or she could just leave and die right now. He didn't really care about what happened to her right at this moment, she was just as annoying as hell and he really didn't need her interrupting his thoughts just yet.
"Just shut up and walk." he had said.
Was he ok?
No matter. She obediently followed him, thought the darked the woods got, the more wary was evident in her dark frame.
She began praying, Azarartha however, could not answer. The light of the moon could not permeate through such shadows. Plus, it wasnt even nighttime. Only the few straps of light could assist her in the trek, and she tried her hardest not to falter her steps.
Not only for Syver's annoyance, but to not wake any ominous creatures in the woodland.
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It hadn't arrived yet but he was sure it would come soon, after all they had never failed to come and he was sure that soon they would arrive but for now. It would be a good idea to just sit down and rest. Sapphire blue eyes turned to look at Raven and a brief smile crossed his fair features as he walked over to her and nudged her gently. "Come, we shall eat and wait for no doubt they will arrive soon, they never fail to arrive." he said in his accented voice.
The Scandinavian began moving forward and soon found a clearing where shadows drifted about but it was comfortable enough for the youthful Viking as he sank down on his haunches, leaning on a sturdy tree and lifted a white paw and began licking. Although it was quite a distance away from the sea, sharp ears could still hear the rhythmic crash of the waves.
Before her, the larger white wolf halted his pace, turning to her, flashing a ghost of a smile, only to lightly nudge her, telling her to continue the walk, along with mentioning a 'they'. Did he have more companions? Were they helpful or hurtful? Judging by his endlessly strong demeanor, she inferred he was not worried by the forecoming company. And she had trusted him on that.
The dark girl followed him to the clearing, the scars glistening in the pale and scarce light that penetrated the deep forest. She no longer needed any assistance to stand, their long travel forming a strength to her that she had not previously felt. With a thankful prayer to Azarartha, the obsidian took the opportunity to sit, as well, a bit of distance across from Syver, keeping her curiousity in check of the unknown arriving party, lest she be rebuked for the question. She gazed at him, her pale eyes flicking between him and the dark patches around him.