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let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Ragna - October 28, 2016
@Alastor because u know u want to. (also i'm assuming she knows giana and asherah are pregnant but who knows.)
It seemed that conflict bred conflict, and Ragna could not catch a break. Her confusion over her own sudden display of sexuality was forgotten in favor of the fact that she had killed. And even that shock had faded, for she had been right in delivering judgement and even guilt fled. Now with Giana and Asherah pregnant, Ragna felt at war with herself. Were they considered better than her in the eyes of Molech? More importantly, were they more valuable in Eshamun's eyes? Suddenly Ragna felt inferior, where before her status as kurgarru had bolstered her. She could not impregnate the women of the Malkaria, but she herself did not want to carry children.
As always, when her thoughts grew too large for her mind, she wandered towards the sea. This time she went farther west than usual, avoiding her usual route to stray closer to the Bay in the vain hope that she might find Szymon there. And so she crossed through the thickness of the weald, where the last of the leaves clung brittle and frail to the skeleton trees.
RE: let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Alastor - October 30, 2016
With the mountain having started to feel familiar underfoot, he’d grown more comfortable with the idea of venturing beyond the territory. Plenty of the surrounding area had never been seen by him before, and he was curious to learn both of what the other territories housed and how he might navigate them. As soon as his eagerness had become too overwhelming to bear, he’d told Aesop that he was heading out for the day—at this point, he probably wouldn’t go anywhere without first telling the older male—and then took off down the mountain.
Alastor had traveled along the range until there were no longer any peaks to reach out towards the sky, and then broke off into a woodland. There was something unsettling about the place, but he’d continued through it anyways. Having realized that he’d never been within that particular forest before, he was careful to keep track of where he was going, mapping out the land with each step that he took. At several points, he’d believed himself to have gotten lost, but had quickly righted himself each and every time. For so long had he been a creator of mental maps, that even the most troublesome of lands could not trip him up—well, not entirely, which was all that really counted.
In the distance, he’d noticed a pale form traveling in the same direction as himself. Ever the friendly sort, the foreigner did his best to catch up with the stranger, then loosed a chuff with the hope that he’d find a partner in her for their treks. As always, Alastor was a strong believer that traveling with a partner was better for you than traveling all alone.
RE: let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Ragna - November 27, 2016
By now she knew the tangled wood well. It stood between her and the sea, and it was most direct to cut through it when she ventured north. From time to time she recalled the strange magic that had taken place here, amid the writhing vines and curling roots where she had found the bone. She recalled the ghostly figure of her father, brilliant and white in the muddied light of the wood, and the howling warriors he led to hunt her down. She shuddered at the memory, then startled as a wolf called out to catch her attention.
Ragna turned swiftly, not keen on being caught off guard. She stopped midstride, allowing the male to come to her while she sized him up. Unafraid and silent she stood, posture cautious but not unwelcome.
RE: let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Alastor - December 09, 2016
The attention of the stranger had been acquired, though he’d noticed the suddenness of her movements. Realizing what he’d done, the Greek flashed an apologetic smile, having not meant to startle her. He’d said nothing as he was watched, his focus having gone into moving forth until he stood but a handful of yards away, at which point he’d stopped. Whilst she remained cautious, he was anything but; Alastor’s tail swayed behind him lazily and his posture maintained an open and friendly appearance, a smile never far from his lips. A part of him—the part that recalled every second of his kidnapping from so long ago—thought it wise to remain cautious and ensure that he did not fall into a trap. Yet, in spite of that little voice’s echoes, he’d not presented himself in said manner. To see the good in others was a skill that his mother had taught him, as well as something that he still held dear. If he were to judge someone based on appearances alone, well… it was unlikely that he’d have ever made friends in the past.
With a dip of his head, the male broke the silence, saying, “I saw you from a distance, and noticed that we seem to be heading in the same direction.” However strange it might be to simply approach a stranger without any real reason to do so was lost on him, thus he’d not apologized for it. “I’ve always found that seeing new sights with a partner is better than seeing them alone,” he’d continued, offering more of an explanation. “That being said, would you mind it if I were to join you?” It wouldn’t be for too long, seeing as he had to return to the mountain at some point or another. No matter, even if it were to be a short trip, he favoured the idea of finishing it with a partner more so than doing the same whilst alone.
RE: let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Ragna - December 13, 2016
He approached carrying none of the caution she held, and though she was still to slow trust him, she could just as well ease into a more friendly posture. Truly she had little to fear, for they were alone and they had no quarrel. Indeed he seemed to be lonely, or at least looking for a conversation, and Ragna could indulge him in that, if at least for a while. Still she left it to the man to break their silence, and she returned his nod when he did. His reason for approaching was innocuous and endearing, her posture loosened further and her tail began to move in slow arcs.
Ragna nodded again. Though a quiet creature, she enjoyed company, and much of her exploration had been done alone. She would welcome the company.
You may,she said, giving him her permission. With a jerk of her head she stood again and began to walk, wandering on in the same direction they had been headed.
RE: let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves - Alastor - January 16, 2017
Throwing on an ending since Alastor is heading out of Teekon. ♥
Rather than be chased away, his request to join her was accepted. With a smile and nod, he fell into step next to her. He’d continued along with the female for an unknown amount of time, exchanging a few words here and there about the scenery and himself—his name was given, as well as the name of his home. When they had reached a point where the male would go no further, he’d bid her farewell and wished her safe travels, then turned and began the journey back to the mountain.