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the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Sobeille - March 10, 2025
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in waiting, sobeille grew restless. her mind reached for every face she knew, a full accounting of every relationship sapphique partook in. who would fight for the sea tribe’s right to a peaceful existence? where were the buffalo hunters and deer-stalkers she’d met two summers now?
swiftcurrent may not come for them; not since she struck mae’s face and stolen an eye. but suzu and etienne were kin: would they raise fang to protect the ones they loved?
sobeille’s mind roved over to @Mulherin, revenant of the rise. today she called for him at the peak’s thinning borders, realizing his scent was altogether absent.
replaced were a pair of scents male and female. sobeille placed down the otter she’d intended for (too young for @Arrluk’s bride price) mulherin and called for them instead.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Skorpa - March 10, 2025
the borders became bustling. skorpa rudely looked in sarcasm for lorcan before descending rugged rise to the unknown call. their hunting had been good, but before long another large kill would be necessary to support the growing hungers of the mountain.
children intended to be born here. the burgeoning responsibility stressed skorpa somewhat; he had wanted a quiet settlehearth.
coated in the new and old of his kills, bearskin wrapped to broad shoulders, he found himself gazing at the very diminutive figure of an unknown woman. multi-hued and young, it was her scar and lost tooth which drew his knowing eye; she had fought, and more than once. "what is wanted?" he intoned in his thick accent, flicking stare beyond for a second to assure himself she was alone.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Sobeille - March 10, 2025
sobeille hoped for the woman, but settled for the man. as he approached she kept her posture neutral, stealing quick glances his way as he prowled in a leonid manner closer.
like those of the moonpack he wore thick pelts splayed over his muscular back; but it was the blood still staining his mad features that drew sobeille's excited eye. though he could not be forgiven for his gender, the ornate bloodkills on display earned a glittering semblance of reptilian esteem.
he was direct! sobeille appreciated this nearly more than the lacework of viscera colorfully texturing his cheek.
i be sobeille, lookin' for a man named mulherin who used to call dis place 'ome.she placed a paw upon the kill as her eyes performed a similar flicker, ensuring he did not have a legion behind him awaiting his command to pounce.
was one of those darkened pelts strapped across his spine @Mulherin? an excited ripple moved within her belly.
but since he is not 'ere, perhaps you be tellin' me what you intend to establish in dis place.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Skorpa - March 10, 2025
"no mulherin here." tongue cleaned gristle from his teeth and he spat it into the brush. "i building home." what was her accent? he could not place it; she was not one of the reindeer-hunters nor the icemen in the far glaciality.
suppose she knew the terrain of his mountain? skorpa chose to believe it so, for the potential of any threat. an old instinct from old habits not dead. she moved with the assured grace of a hunter who has been tested and not been found wanting. he would respect that by treating her as the blade she might well intend to be.
"sobeille of ...?" bearwolf grunted. he gave. now she gave. a wondering, put aside for now, on who this mulherin might be. or might have been.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Sobeille - March 10, 2025
sobeille's gaze flickered to the rheum coagulating in the snow. when she looked back upon the man his visage was prouder; he seemed taller -- though she was not certain he had moved at all.
building a home. a smile only her own then, for weren't they all in some way?
she would wonder of mulherin's whereabouts later. either he was dead and made into a plush pelt for a wildwood king, or he had moved on - sobeille was only sorry to have not been witness.
of sapphique.sobeille jerked her head behind her where the glittering shores of sapphique broke between bare trees. she considered it no risk to be so open; he'd likely already known a pack pushed the western perimeter of their boundaries.
pushing the slain otter towards him, sobeille canted her muzzle.
and you, big man of de rise? you go by?
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Skorpa - March 10, 2025
"skorpa of stjernberg," he said without preamble, enjoying the warmth that combination of sounds evoked in his chest. springtime birdsong heralded many things, it appeared, but after near-collision with darukaal, he was not intent upon repeating such.
sapphique. he had not known and he had not cared. perhaps he had known in the way of a light pressure, but no more. another place to be visited and perhaps brought into alliance.
the otter he took and slung it over one shoulder. "thank you. you say pack here before?" skorpa invited with a conversational curiosity, again pressing upon the vein of how much she knew the land.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Sobeille - March 10, 2025
an immense weight carried in the words he spoke next; to sobeille it conjured the image of an eagle on the wind.
the wolves of the rise had been this close to sapphique and they had not suffered for it; selfishly, sobeille wished for a similar arrangement. it was not in her nature to prohibit neighbors. while a fierce territoriality existed within her, it found its end along the broken teeth of the sound and cliff.
he took the kill and laid it atop the other pelts swarming his back. from a distance, he looked as if an amalgamation of many mammals, some spectre described in chilling tales told to keep sapphiqian children at heel.
redtail rise.sobeille offered, scanning the distant hills as if the ghosts of that pack might rise from the granite. yet last she had seen mulherin, the rise had fallen and she could not accuse the stjernbergian of having a hand in it.
de wolves were good neighbors to us.she allowed such a statement to swim the current between them, an apprising eye upon him to see if he'd pick up on the nuances of all that was both said and unsaid.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Skorpa - March 11, 2025
no mulherin. no rise. only they and the sky. skorpa was not unaware of what she meant, but chose to peruse it for a time. had they been allies? why then did she not know where they had gone?
"three clans in north now. this mountain. the glacier, darukaal," nodding his heavy head in such a direction, "and reindeer hunters. saatsine. they roam. have peace between all."
for now. the pale woman had tensed that possibility, and ayovi had gone to right it.
"good neigh-bors." were they of the north or the sea? skorpa did not claim more than one, but forays into the taiga to acquaint would bring visibility to their claim.
skorpa did not intend to be a willing neighbor, nor a willful one. the mountain contented him well enough.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Sobeille - March 15, 2025
three more clans. sobeille tongued the gap between her teeth in reflection. he called one the glacier, one a word she did not understand, and the other she knew well by sivaak's teachings.
it begged the question of how sapphique would fare in these coming months, with so many settlements and mouths encircling. moreover, their allyship with the caribou hunters proposed a singular problem: sobeille worried now for her foolishness in being open with this man. he could very easily trot to saatsine with such knowledge, putting her and sapphique in peril.
have peace between all. sobeille tried to envision what peace and the one-eyed demon set upon yura had in common; what peace and sivaak shared in common ground.
a mirthless laugh then.
peace?but this was no soapbox, and sobeille no soliloquist.
i be goin' now. mind de ghosts on de rise, skorpa.
she stepped back with head low, and left him to his young otter. perhaps she should have done it to it as she had done to cayetano, all those months ago.
but it was too late, and fate's fangs sealed around her. sobeille got the chilling sense she was but one tiny piece in a puzzle with many moving parts, and many unseen, larger players lingering just outside her periphery.
RE: the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side - Skorpa - March 19, 2025
a nod to accept. skorpa did not speak. if ghosts roamed, they would find no quarrel with winsook. yet he would think on these things, bring the meeting to ayovi. it was important that each clan near was known, including those that scoffed at peace.
peace was fickle, however. skorpa did not blame her the reaction.
peace often sounded like alliance. too often it was expected to be. in this instance, it was not. and refusal to join a first agreement had its own reason. another time, he meant to explore its truth.
flamebrand eyes watched her depart, noting the direction. the otter found its way across his shoulder, and mountainwolf deeper into the wood.