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Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 17, 2014
A morning shower had nearly thwarted the day, but the sun's simpering had restored the afternoon to a fair condition. A gentle breeze dried the boughts of trees as the thirsty moss soaked up droplets with voracity. The rain amplified the aromas of this new forest, a hearty alpine musk laced with cool air, and prey alike. A rumbling hungry nagged at her stomach, but Tuwawi barely had time to stop and sniff the flowers. There was much to see, and she would be damned to miss any of it.
Her travels took the auburn woman into the heart of the mountain's low crevasses. The taller hills were too much of an effort to traverse at the time, but it was of no consequence; this new world had much to offer. Quickly, she walked betwixt the thick undercover until the treeline broke, revealing a large icefield spanning between the sister spires. It was a glacier, the slowest of giants, and its pearly white cover caught the sun's rays to illuminate like fire.
RE: Crush High - Syver - August 18, 2014
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RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 18, 2014
The saffron woman was awed by such a majestic view. Perhaps the glaciel melt fed the wetland and creek to the south? Curiosity tingled at her spine demanding an adventure, but her body was tired and travel-worn. She had to be economical with her energy. Journeying alone left few options for game, and one set of jaws could only catch so much. It was a bitter reminder of the hard life a lone wolf led. Had it really been almost half a year since joining Swiftcurrent ranks? There, they had a team to rely on and full caches to expend - a cushy nest in a rich valley. Njal and herself would be starting from the ground up, and a litter of growing pups meant they had to work overtime.
A screeching hawk reeled overhead; just a dark stroke against a barely clouded sky. She watched him on the hunt for carrion and Tuwawi had half a mind to follow. However, she didn't realize company flirted nearby. 'Heil?' a young and rugged voice called. Quicksilver gaze locked onto the guest and evaluated his position with a cool demeanor. He was a pale creature adorned with cerulean eyes - an impressive youth by any measure; stark against the alpine greenery like a pressed orchid in the pages of a book. At first, Tuwawi thought of Nanuq and hear Shearwater wolves, for she too was a glistening alabaster creature with an impressive stature.
But what was the word he spoke? It sounded like hail... a greeting? The ember's ears orbited in question, posture slack and expression inviting. "Who're you?" was the first question that struck her lips, interested to know who walked these lands.
RE: Crush High - Syver - August 18, 2014
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RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 20, 2014
Tuwawi's shrewd gaze watched the polar man with a discerning eye, for he lingered in the same position before approaching. He was statuesque, as if finely carved into pale marble, and appeared aloof with little change in his expression. Perhaps she had misinterpreted his words?
Just before she was about to speak, the vagabond loosed a series of cryptic sentences in a language Tuwawi was familiar with, but did not know. The drawling vowels and harsh consonants reminded her of Njal's northern language, but the words and their flourishes were distinctly unique. Her jaw tightened as her eyes shifted, brows cinched in as a clear sign that she did not understand; and for a moment the ember paused... but the man seemed to anticipated her confusion, and uttered a simple phrase in the native tongue. I am a viking.
His voice was genial, however stoic, but the sentence was curt and offered little embellishment... or even a name. "Ah," Tuwawi murmured as an uncomfortable pause settled between them, "so you are." Little did she know, Ragnar, a wolf of similar origins, now led the Stavanger to the West. "Does this Viking have a name?" she asked.
RE: Crush High - Syver - August 20, 2014
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RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 24, 2014
Despite Tuwawi's initial conclusion that this youth's personality was cold as ice, his next introduction felt more tepid and genial. Syver Hákon Ironside was he name her offered with a unique lilt. The word Ironside stuck out against obviously more foreign titles. Was Ironside a family clan? A suffix to denote a certain skill? She could not be sure, but curiosity threatened to inquire further about the unusual naming convention. However, the young man didn't strike her as particularly gregarious and so she tempered her interest.
"I am Tuwawi Sveijarn," she told him with demure gaze, "the pleasure's mine." Though, the name had not been the one mother had bestowed her. Fauve Maike was a thing of the past. "Norse? Is that what you call your langugage? I do not speak it, no. Many others do not know that tongue, either." She paused in reflection, and thought of Týrr. "Though I have heard similar words uttered now and again. There might be a few around these parts who share it. Many travel through here." Teekon was a melting pot of faces and cultures. Some wolves derived from the north while others flocked from the south.
She stepped towards him to close the distance, and gingerly reached out her muzzle to smell at his pelt; it was proper etiquette, after all. "What bring you this way? Aren't you far from your origin?"
RE: Crush High - Syver - August 24, 2014
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"Norse? Is that what you call your langugage? I do not speak it, no. Many others do not know that tongue, either." He tilted his head slightly in a curious manner, "I can see that, for the common language here is English, no?" he said. "Though I have heard similar words uttered now and again. There might be a few around these parts who share it. Many travel through here." He smiled, so there might be Scandinavians here but something had changed in his thoughts. He knew how to speak the common tongue so why did he need to find one that spoke Norse?
He watched, cerulean gaze calculating as she closed the distance between them and reached out to sniff his pelt. He dipped his head to her and touched his nose to her cheek before withdrawing. "What bring you this way? Aren't you far from your origin?" He watched the distant horizon for a moment before smiling. "I am far from my former home, am I not? I seek knowledge and I wish to learn about other cultures and lands. Also, my dishonorable father has kicked me out of the pack because he fears that I will take the title of Jarl." he said, scoffing slightly at the word Jarl.
He did not think it was rather weird for him to mention that when they barely knew each other. To him, it was the past and it no longer mattered to him so he didn't mind telling others.
"You do not smell like a loner, you are from a pack are you not?"
RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 24, 2014
Her mention of other Nordic wolves appeared to bring some joy to the frost-faced youth, and Tuwawi nodded in affirmation that English was indeed the common tongue of this land. She empathized with him. For so long time as a child, Tuwawi had been lost in the wilderness. Once she had found Kindred — her home, her family — she felt connected. When the floods washed everything away, she had craved those past sentiments and a familiarity of a wolf who knew her home and culture. Thankfully, Njal and herself had found one another and new life bloomed.
Syver gently brushed his muzzle against her cheek in a gracious gesture, to return the hello, and told the story of his heritage. The Ironside's words were commonplace. Many lone wolves sought to carve a path for themselves and enrich their knowledge through travel, but a twist at the end caused the mother to abruptly blink. Syver's father had disowned him? Tuwawi couldn't fathom ever abandoning her children in such a manner. Jealously nor contempt would ever cause her love for them to wane. She frowned, approving of the Northern family's way of life, but kept harsher sentiments at bay. "I am sorry to hear that," she said, "you don't seem like you deserved such treatment." A young man coming into his own? How could he?
She was happy when Syver steered the conversation to a lighter course. "I was once the gamma of Swiftcurrent Creek," she informed him, "but soon I will be claiming the lands we stand on." She paused, realizing she had little fear when it came to informing others of the Sveijarn plans. Perhaps Syver would travel more, and word of their new pack would spread. "My family plans to travel here as soon as possible and we hope to be settled before the season cools. Perhaps you have some wisdom for me, Viking? Though my mate, Njal, comes from Northern roots similar to yours, I hail from the South. " She gave a small laugh, "I suppose this winter will be chilly, won't it?"
RE: Crush High - Syver - August 25, 2014
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"My family plans to travel here as soon as possible and we hope to be settled before the season cools. Perhaps you have some wisdom for me, Viking? Though my mate, Njal, comes from Northern roots similar to yours, I hail from the South."
He gazed at her curiously, "You have followers do you? Wolves that have pledged themselves to you. They will come when you're pack has been established, am I right?" he asked, curious.
"Is Njal a viking too? Or just a Northerner?" he tilted his head as he waited for her answer. Being at a place that snows reminded him of home, when he had found a sense of comfort and safety, before his father kicked him out.
RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - August 25, 2014
"A few have given me their word," Tuwawi informed him, "but we both know some do not put much value in words alone. We shall see who comes when my husband and I howl the summons." Tyr seemed like a good bet, as did Skull. Ptarmigan had wavered and Tuwawi had not seen the dark woman since. She could not fault the wolves who decided the Sveijarn home was not for them in this early phase. Such unwavering loyalty was a lot to ask for in the very beginning.
"I don't believe he is," she told Syver. Njal had never been one to embellish on the heritage or traditions of his Northern clan. Though had had managed he had searched for them without success. Wherever his home was, it was far, far away. Their children had all been named in his culture's honor, and Tuwawi had half a mind to pick his brain, partially because her own history was so lacking. Tuwawi's mother had never shared much knowledge about the Maike family. After all, she had last been seen when her daughters were but six months old. Perhaps, with the freedom this new territory brought, Njal would feel more at liberty to share that piece of him, especially to the children. Of course, they would create their own life as Sveijarns.
RE: Crush High - Tuwawi RIP - September 15, 2014
Just as their conversation and formalities waned, a ray of sun caught the frozen glacier's crest. Intrigued, Tuwawi's ears orbited towards the unique natural formation. Her curiosity longed to explore the broad sheet of ice. How did it stay fixed between the two peaks? Was there water run off? She glanced backed towards the viking wanderer, now eager to leave him to his travels. "Perhaps we shall see each other again? For now, I will continue scouting this forest. The ice calls to me. I wish you well, and hope you find yourself in a new home." Certainly, the young man deserved a good and comfortable life after such a crass exit from his homeland. However, the wilds were often unforgiving.
As the sound of her last words faded, Tuwawi turned towards the mountains and continued on her quest. Soon, everything would fall into place.