+- Wolf RPG (https://wolf-rpg.com)
+-- Forum: In Character: Roleplaying (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=5)
+--- Forum: Archives (https://wolf-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11)
+--- Thread: Greatwater Lake hush (/showthread.php?tid=62596)
hush - Mesen-ka - September 02, 2024
Permissions to powerplay Zharille!
@Rashepses is heard from the mouth of a fellahin when the moon rises. They are sleeping, his wife and kids. The kingsguard's tail flags and his eyes are brittle.
They are hardly old enough.
Zharille is no fool. She hears. He looks to her with hard eyes, because he feels his blood cold. They've barely weaned. Mother and children: how it should be.
What Mesen-ka does not expect is how carelessly she nudges him each child, and how she gives no fight. Maybe eager, even, to say goodbye to them.
Mesen-ka is also no fool.
Then make this no stress upon @Aiman, @Ibrahim and @Taliba. A kiss is given to the lake queens forehead. The woman he's grown to and fed and bled for, and would do so again to witness her comfortably bathing in the wild sunlight. Selfishly, maybe, even if she no longer wished to keep hold of their children. There had been no appreciation for their mother nature until her. "We are going on an adventure, my little soldiers," he mutters to them, and hopes they dream away this night.
Each child is grabbed and moved while they are hopefully still tired. The fellahin holds a peltskin with meats and bedfurs from the den with their mothers scent. Aiman, he places into a second, padded peltskin that the fellahin holds, hoping his son will be the least fussy for the stranger. A hole was torn out just big enough for his head to see and breathe. Ibrahim and Taliba, he works them into a shared peltskin to carry himself. His son and daughter, so big in arms, he spares the fellahin for this night.
RE: hush - Taliba - September 05, 2024
Just a lil cameo post
It is through bleary, sleep crusted eyes that the ogre girl sees. Half-lidded, the world moves on at a dream's pace. Shadows move above and there are voices outside the den. The sound both underwater and faraway to the half-asleep child.
There is a prod as her side. She is jostled and lifted. Zharille is there, but her mountainous form grows distant. The absence of her mother's flank leaving the girl cold. Mesen-ka is there. He looms. His scent is strong, but there is another. Through darkness the girl tries and fails to locate the fellahin. Her head twisting slowly and her limbs lacking the strength to lift her upright.
Taliba is soon swaddled next to Ibrahim. Of course it is him. Protest rises from the peltskins. Disgruntled grumbles and whines as the girl fussed. Her movements limited by the wrap as well as her brother's body. The struggle is soon proven to not be worth it. The girl is so tired. Her eyes shuttered close.
This night will be a dream until she awakes in a new place.
RE: hush - Ibrahim - September 08, 2024
crickets hop and dance in unison as ibrahim, through tall stalks, chases them underneath a bright red sun. he yips at them, still too young to understand the jumping blobs instead relying on instinct's instruction that anything that runs from him is just a toy to play fetch with.
it's a wonderful dream, one that keeps the potbellied ogre at bay until something prods at him. pushes him around, and in his sleep ibrahim kicks the disturber of his dream, mumbled growls and whines to vocalize his protests. only after one final firm push does the boy get up on his feet, though not without growling at the closest thing near him, which happened to be aiman. angered that his brother gets to sleep for just a second longer, ibrahim unleashes an attack on his brother's ear — any tiredness he had was abandoned as soon as he'd found a target.