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Living like a low life - Inutsuk - November 25, 2022

This thread is pping Mojag's return, as requested by Talamasca.

The days had come and gone slowly. Inutsuk was beyond exhausted, but had refused rest. Now that his journey had finally come close to an end, he would see it through until he was sure he'd done right.

Once upon the border of Moonglow, the tawny man halted to wait. Mojag, his returning company had been sent on into the spine to rest, as the trip had been taxing for both. But Inutsuk would not dare step further without first knowing he was welcomed.

So, to learn of this, he sent a call for @Shikoba, and her only. There would be time to speak with moonwoman later; but the tasks he had been sent to achieve were given by star hunter. 

3 carcasses sat near him by the border. From the sea, sky, and land, Inutsuk brought with him a trout, a hawk, and a snowy hare. He hoped that each would be enough to show his sincerity in their retrieval. Only the best would he allow to again prove himself worthy of the warrior woman's heart.



RE: Living like a low life - Shikoba - November 26, 2022

apologies for the long post, no need to match length!

mojag had returned home.

this was something that was not foreseen by the woman by any means. while shikoba had always felt hope within the reassurance from moon woman, she would lay awake at night and truly question whether his spirit survived in his body or if it wandered freely in the wilds. it terrified her to think of what may be of her son, and oftentimes the woman would have to force herself to think of something else, lest she wanted to cover her sleeping place with the tears of a failed mother.

there was something primitive in her maternal nature when it came to the protection of her son. and shikoba could not deny the feelings of shame and guilt she felt when she had to tell her pride and joy why his father was no longer present in his life. and one could imagine how much deeper in the trenches shikoba found herself to be in when mojag slipped away from the village to a wayward land of salt and sea.

shikoba was unsure to think of herself as a mother. while she tried to keep her son safe to the best of her ability, misfortune still struck her. the native had to question herself for the reasoning, and the motives behind such terrible moments in her life. perhaps it was penance for blood she spilled in her early years in the name of her family, perhaps it was nothing more than luck that would change with a coin flip. whatever it was, perhaps the streak would finally end. mojag was asleep in her hearth, returned to the warm ulaq that he was birthed in, wrapped in the same furs that kept him warm as a child. 

star hunter would be keen to ensure to not disturb him. there would always be a time to ask about his journeys and the purposes of his disappearance. perhaps this was something the boy inherited from his father, the nature to wander without a word. however, his mother would hold out hope that this was nothing more than a single occurrence.

and now, star hunter finds herself traveling to the border at a hurried trot. she would slow down, remaining only a few feet away from her husband. she was breathless for a moment, and sulfuric eyes that once burned instead remained constant and soft, like daffodils. shikoba looks towards the kills and then back to her husband. the trials were meant to put him through hell, and they were meant to test the willingness of her husband. shikoba truly was unsure if he would ever come back to the spine with such a task, and in quieter moments wondered if it was too much to ask.

yet, they were both here.

"you have done all that was asked," she would whisper to him quietly, "and you have proven yourself worthy of moonglow." her voice has let go of its original frigidness, now it remains soft to envelop inutsuk. "now you must promise me one last thing,"

she would close the gap, a gentle nuzzle of her snout against the tufts of hair against his cheek, "promise me you will not leave me again."


RE: Living like a low life - Inutsuk - November 26, 2022

Soon, star hunter came to view. She watched for a moment, gaze softer than it had been before. With the days he had been gone, it was a joyous thing to see her face.

Then she spoke. Shikoba was satisfied with his work. He had proven himself. Inutsuk exhaled with relief. But when she came forward, snout against his own, a soft whine escaped him. Oh, how long he had waited to feel her near him again. 

"... promise me you will not leave me again."

Almost immediately, he pushed his crown against her own, then bestowed a kiss upon her cheek. His tail wagged blithely behind him. Never again. I am home... home to stay. A promise he refused to ever break. Never again would he leave her side, nor that of Moonglow.



RE: Living like a low life - Shikoba - December 05, 2022

a promise was something that shikoba would be keen on keeping with her husband. the inner turmoil that the woman once felt seems to dissipate with ease the more she allows herself to embrace inutsuk. 

often it could be described as being lost at sea. shikoba felt isolated in many ways despite having the village standing behind her. and although her son and husband are home, she still feels as if her body floats on the raft that has kept her from the deep waters. perhaps it is an act for her own safety, to not truly indulge in the feelings of comfort and content. she is still vigilant, waiting for the moment when the weather could turn.

but for now, shikoba will appreciate the quiet and calm waters. it may take time for her to leave her concerns at the shore, but with time, all things may heal.

"come, rest." a gentle voice guides him back home where they may both rest together as they once did before.


RE: Living like a low life - Inutsuk - December 05, 2022

Maybe fade after your next post and shift to a new thread?

At long last, Inutsuk was returned to where he wanted to be. Time would pass before Shikoba fully trusted him; but to know that she allowed him back in her embrace was enough. No longer could he stand forcing himself away.

Gently, she gave an invitation for them to return to their ulaq. Without question, he followed to join her. The man hovered close at her side, too afraid that if he ventured far he would lose her. Even if the distance was only a few steps.

When they were back in their hearth, Inutsuk wove himself tightly around her, dragging her carefully down upon the furs that decorated the grounds. His muzzle pressed against her crown, the tawny man's teeth nibbled eagerly at her ears. In silence, he hoped that she would not push away from him. This was the only place he wanted to be: here, beside her.



RE: Living like a low life - Shikoba - December 06, 2022

yes!! <3

it was still, the air tonight.

the slight breeze would whistle as it blew against the entrance of the home. she would punish herself against her husband at the idea of being cold. it reminds her of the times before the disaster struck, it reminded her of peace. and so, she would allow herself to enjoy it, perhaps even too much. her heart only wanted to be held, and the woman knew better than to fight against the comfort of his presence.

she'd let her own muzzle brush against him reassuringly. and for a few moments, she was happy. shikoba would lay still and only feel her heart beat soon sync up with his. and there, she would fall asleep.