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off my knees now - Ravah - December 24, 2025
aw <3
she sits upon her favorite rock. lofty and lounging, giving a flick of her tail and a thud every now and then. much like an agitated feline.
only an hour ago, she had returned from a hunt. the crimson remainders still stain her from snout to chest, a bleeding red that will not fade until she braves the cold waters of a stream and washes it from her.
for now, ravah is content to exist. her eyes flutter closed and she turns her head to the ray of sun that peeks shyly through the winter's thick clouds. giving a soft, content sigh.
quite keen on being left alone.
RE: off my knees now - Etienne - December 25, 2025
have an Etienne
Sunlight filtered in, danced along frozen ground and slipped into the golden spin of his fur. Masked face moved towards the metallic scent.
His steps quiet purposeful. As were his movements as always. The sinuous build of a swimmer, a dancer. Graceful, but wildness clung to him like raging seas.
Golden hue of gentle gaze took in the sights around. He did not hurry, did not misstep. Fairly certain it was merely prey he smelled. But he was a healer and felt the need to check.
The wolf born of stars and kissed by moons was sitting quietly when the sea born found her. A tilt of his ear. Gentle accented voice carried. Though quiet, he could be heard. The sea wove strength in every letter he formed. An undercurrent of what Pride was.
'ello. I be Etienne. 'Ealer. I smelled blood figured it were prey, but wanted to see. You be okay? Not 'urt?
RE: off my knees now - Ravah - December 26, 2025
yay!!!
there comes a pleasant voice, a pleasant scent, and ravah is pulled from her sun-bathing leisure. winter rarely ever afforded such weather and she was content to take advantage of it.
with silver coalescing eyes, she finds the male and there's a look of surprise that settles on her face. a healer?
ravah shifts so that she can lean closer, legs and forepaws dangling from the tip of the ledge she has mantled herself upon.
healer?ravah asks, perhaps too accusatory than she meant to.
the blood on her fur is a bright crimson beneath the rays of cutting sun she basks beneath and ravah looks to the mess of herself, registering etienne's words.
oh,a calm blow of breath from the woman. she was often so hostile, bitter as of late—but something about this man did not allow her to be.
i fine.ravah hums.
it is from hunt,she informs, and then she slides from the rock, blinking curiously at the man.
i am ravah.
RE: off my knees now - Etienne - December 26, 2025
Etienne felt guilty for taking her moment away. He too often sought out sunbeam and they were least enough in winter. When the cold winds bit and snow curled around your ankles. It was nice to have a ray of sun on lounging body.
Etienne meets her gaze. Not in defiance, but gentle understanding. The eyes of a man to old for his skin. Who has seen much stare bsck at her. Kind despite all that the world has forced him to endure.
A soft blink. A tightening at the edges, but he stands firm. He has worn scorn for his craft many times over. And yet it was he who put others back together when wounded or so he tried.
Yes. A 'ealer.
A small dip of his head at her greeting. A quiet shuffling of his feet to give her space as she stepped from her perch.
Most call me Eti. Well met Rava'
The h on her name hard for him to pronounce with the accent his family gave him. One of the only things he still held of them.
RE: off my knees now - Ravah - December 26, 2025
regret blossoms in the silver of her gaze when she notices the hardening of the healer's outer edges, the off-put from her harsher tone. and ravah prickles, hackles liftening and then softening all in a moment's notice.
i am sorry,ravah speaks quickly, nose twitching and whiskers too,
a healer. it surprise me, is all.
a smile then. forced, but it is true and genuine. she has forgotten all about how the sun had felt kissing upon her fur, and instead offers this man the blunt of her time. tail held aloft at an even incline, a soft wag.
she would call him eti. and if he doesn't mind, she creeps forward to press her nose to the side of his neck, scathing along down to his shoulder, scenting with quick twitches of her nares.
nice meet you too.she offers.
you are smelling of...she trails off, a question in her eyes. looking for him to fill in the blank.
assuming he smells like the sea !! but i can change <3 just let me know
RE: off my knees now - Etienne - December 27, 2025
For so long the sea born had known the hardness of the world. The bitterness that took root in the heart of men and women. The cruelty that could be had at the paws of others. And he knew better than most the cruelty of a fickle god. A god that gave and took in equal measure. Oh she gave, but oh she took.
He studied her.
W'y a 'ealer be surprisin' you? I would be t'inkin' dat a 'unter pack of suc' large beasts would be better served to 'ave a 'ealer than non. yea?
A soft sound at the back of his throat. It was not an unpleasant noise, one of surprise. When had he been touched last? He could not remember. Even just a small whisper of a sniff. And he wanted to fall to his knees. Too long. Too long.
A small smile.
I probably still smell like dey sea. Dat is w'ere I was born and w'ere until recently I stayed. I also smell like 'erbs and open water. I like to bat'e in dey water often.
He shifted.
I was workin' wit' rosemary and Sage most recently.