copper and silver

*Shadow* · August 14, 2014, 07:25 PM

Finally. The silver wanderer shook his pelt free of the twigs and leaves that had gotten stuck on his fur when rushing through the forest. He wasn't in any real hurry, just wanted to get away from the suffocating air of the forest. There was a gust of wind, blowing against his face, the tang of salt in the air. He was here, finally. He hadn't journeyed here for sometime, having kept his promise and staying at the Creek. Mostly venturing to places close to home. This was far from home.

But he needed sometime to think, and this time it wasn't because of the new changes that had befallen upon Swiftcurrent Creek but because of another matter, that the sterling outrider did not know how to deal with. He had never felt that way before, at least not this strong and he needed sometime to think about what was happening.

He made his way over to the the shores, gaze on the horizon where the sea vanished making a straight line. The salty gusts of wind ruffled his silver fur and he began to pace alongside the shores. Platinum gaze cold while thoughts swirled inside.

*Ragnar* · (This post was last modified: August 17, 2014, 07:00 AM by Ragnar.)

Things had begun to settle down for Ragnar, at least when it came to his wives. Thistle had moved back into the den and true to her word had seen to teasing him by moving, inch by infuriating inch, closer to him night after night. He desired the night when her body would be beside his again and he would feel both of his wives curled against his sides, sleeping soundly in their Vikings' presence. Nerian still remained weary around his children but he figured that her apprehension would fade when she had her own this winter. Despite the amount of children that Stavanger Bay already had Ragnar intended to get her pregnant nevertheless, confident that the pack was sturdy and strong enough that they could handle it. With Thistle's ascension to the rank directly below him as his Alpha Female he felt a lot more confident. Ragnar could have continued to run the pack by himself. It wasn't too much considering he had ran a much larger pack back in Odinn's Cove by himself but it was nice to have her company, and nice to spend time with her. Not to mention it also gave him more time to spend with Nerian and his children as well. It was much more easy to balance the time he spent doing leader things, with spending time with his wives and children.

Perhaps it was the Outrider in the scarred Scandinavian that encouraged him to get out of Stavanger Bay for short periods of time every now and then. Regardless, he found himself venturing the Sea Lion Shores, curious about the lack of noise coming from Wheeling Gull Isle. For a moment he allowed his hopes to rise ...that they had left. That he had been right all along and they had destroyed themselves. The thought brought a merciless smirk to the Vikings' lips before he caught sight of a fellow silver colored man in the distance. The platinum silver Jarl lingered back, moving towards the waves though icy caribbean eyes did not leave the other as he moved so the salty surf could lap eagerly at his long legs and chest. He did not approach, but instead waited to see if the other male would notice him and if he did, what he would do.

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*Shadow* · August 17, 2014, 09:43 AM

The silver wanderer's gaze finally turned when he stopped in mid-pace, having sensed another prescence nearby. He lifted his head and turned to see a platinum silver coated male, the waves lapping against his legs. He tilted his head slightly and uttered a single, respectful Hello. Maybe he was from the pack beside the sea, the pack which the wolf he had bumped into was from.

His platinum gaze turned away from the other male and continued gazing at the distant horizon waiting to see what the other male's reaction would be. He was lost in his own thoughts as he waited. He blinked, his gaze refocused but still on the sea. The sterling outrider wondered what the other male would do now, be friendly and return his greeting or be aggressive and start a fight. He preferred the first.

*Ragnar* · (This post was last modified: August 18, 2014, 07:07 AM by Ragnar.)

Ragnar had grown up at the sea side, had joined Horizon Ridge only because it was along the shore and had then founded Stavanger Bay being sure to claim a stretch of beach, as well. He did not feel home anywhere else. He traveled to many lands, had climbed mountains and ran through forests and yet being surrounded by nothing but land created an alien-like claustrophobia that had became pressing upon the scarred Scandinavian during his brief travels of a lone wolf. They had been at the beckoning of the All-Father and he had no choice, no will to do anything but obey. He was no Priest nor Seer and therefore was not entirely capable of accurately deciphering the will of his claimed ancestor, still he interpreted as he saw fit and believed wholly in his interpretation without a second guess or even so much as a sliver of doubt. It had led him to this. To Stavanger Bay, to Thistle Cloud and back to Nerian. He had a strong core of members in the Bay, and a growing family, and friends that he could count on. He still missed Floki with ferocity but it could not be helped. So long as his friend was helping at trying to salvage Odinn's Cove and take down Vali then Ragnar understood.

The stranger broke the silence Ragnar had allowed to continue, alerting the Jarl that the other man was aware of his presence there. For a moment Ragnar considered just giving the other his infamous smirk, the coy tugging at the corner of his lips but tilted his head to observe the other with muted curiosity. Hello, Ragnar parroted, voice soft and heavy with his native accent. You are far from home, Ragnar observed, scenting Swiftcurrent Creek upon the other man's coat, being quite familiar with the scent of their pack. What brings a Swiftcurrent wolf this far South-West? Ragnar inquired.

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*Shadow* · (This post was last modified: August 18, 2014, 07:37 AM by Shadow.)

"What brings a Swiftcurrent wolf this far South-West?

A brief smile graced the silver wanderer's lips as he turned to look at the other man, his own head tilting slightly at his question. "I love exploring, and I love the sea." he said simply, his gaze briefly scanning the horizon before turning to look at the blue-eyed male once more, wondering whether to tell him about what really brought him here, other than the sea's beauty. "Also because of...well.." he winced slightly "Love problems." he said, voice clear.

The scent on the male's coat was familiar, he had smelled it before. "I met another wolf from your pack, Beric? A good wolf you've got there, a good warden." he said, not just because he wanted to get a conversation going but also because Beric wasn't immediately aggressive and chose to listen first. One thing that was rare from what the silver wanderer had seen and he wished to voice his thoughts on the male.

He waited for the other male's answer, gaze drifting towards the sea and around the beach wondering how it would be like to live near the sea. Hearing the crashing of the waves against the shore constantly, being able to visit the ocean after walking for only a few pawsteps instead of traveling for a week or more. And some part of him wished to join this pack beside the sea but it was impossible. Impossible for him.

*Ragnar* · August 19, 2014, 12:43 PM

It was not totally unexpected to see a Swiftcurrent Creek wolf this way, and considering Sea Lion Shore was a free territory he had every right to be there as much as Ragnar did, however, usually it was with some purpose, a message needing passed, or an outrider mission that was on the verge of being carried out. Shadow's explanation of his presence on the coast was an understandable one, not that it was really any of Ragnar's business, granted, but he was a curious beast by nature. It became infinitely a bit more personal at the following words to breach the other man's lips at the admittance of love problems. Problems that Ragnar understood well. For a long second the scarred Scandinavian was silent, not sure if should truly inquire as to if he could be of any assistance. As it was, Ragnar was not confident he was the best wolf to go to for advice in the love department, wondering unsure if he wanted to get himself into something obviously deeply personal with this stranger whose name he did not even know.

It seemed, however, to the Jarl that the man desired to speak of it to someone for he instigated the conversation without truly being asked. Granted, Ragnar had asked him what had brought him so far southwest but the other did not need to get as personal as he had. For a moment, Ragnar tucked the mention of love problems aside as the other mentioned Beric and complimented the ex-Isle man. We are well guarded, Ragnar agreed in a soft murmur, scarred ear flicking back lazily. Between Ragnar, Surra, Beric, and Verrine the Lodbrok did not doubt that they had a good team of unofficial wardens keeping the borders fresh and watched. It begged the question of how all these wolves kept trespassing and giving him the same bullshit story of I didn't notice it. Stavanger Bay's scent borders were impossible to not notice. You mentioned love problems? I may not be the best wolf to turn to for advice, He smirked lightly letting his eyes of Caribbean ice rest on the Creek man. but I am a Counselor of the Bay. He didn't have the trade officially yet, but he was close enough to set aside such trivial technicalities.

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*Shadow* · August 19, 2014, 07:47 PM

"You mentioned love problems? I may not be the best wolf to turn to for advice,but I am a Counselor of the Bay."

The silver male returned his smirk, "Counselor huh?" he said. "Well you might be able to help me. There's this wolf that I like and she's a healer and yeah. Just need to how am I going to get her to see I like her, or maybe she knows it already...." he laughed softly. "Is this making any sense to you?"

It didn't make much sense to himself. He was slowly getting to know her better and perhaps along the road of friendship they could just take a step into another path that was waiting for them. He didn't know but the path of friendship seemed more solid than the other path.

The day would come when he could leave the path he had walked for so long, the question is: When?

*Ragnar* · August 21, 2014, 09:25 AM

It seemed telling the Swiftcurrent Creeker that he was a counselor and offering his assistance while admitting that he couldn't guarantee that it would be good advice. After all, Ragnar's track record in the love department was far from stellar. He had almost destroyed what he had with his soul mate because he was selfish and he wanted both women without sacrificing what one for the other. It was holding together but Ragnar was not so ignorant as to say that it was flawless. In truth, he understood that it was probably barely holding together but this man did not know that, and Verrine and Julooke had been helped along by his 'advice' and as far as the Scandinavian was aware they were doing quite well. Do not over assume that a woman knows that you are interested in her unless you've outright told her, Ragnar took a pause here, which you haven't. Ragnar took a pause to organize his thoughts.

He had never been shy around the opposite sex, and had no problems stating his interest in them if his subtle advances were not picked up by them. Women like honesty. Sometimes they respond better to directness as opposed to subtle hints. I would suggest by simply telling her of your romantic interest in her. If you don't you might lose your chance. Ragnar told Shadow simply, with a slight lift and fall of his broad, scarred shoulders. As far as Ragnar was concerned Shadow's issue with the fairer sex was an easy fix to the Scandinavian.

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*Shadow* · (This post was last modified: August 22, 2014, 01:43 AM by Shadow.)

"Women like honesty. Sometimes they respond better to directness as opposed to subtle hints. I would suggest by simply telling her of your romantic interest in her. If you don't you might lose your chance." The other male said, shrugging. That was the exact same piece of advice that Danica had told him.

He laughed, platinum eyes twinkling. "A friend of mine, from the Creek has also offered the same advice, it seems like she is not the only one that thinks that way. I shall heed your advice." He tilted his head curiously at the opposite male. "I am Shadow, what is your name?" he asked, "It's weird that you have offered me advice without even knowing my name," he said jokingly.

He waited for the male's answer, grateful for his advice even if it was the same advice that Danica offered.

*Ragnar* · (This post was last modified: August 22, 2014, 02:53 PM by Ragnar.)

Seemed like a good place to wrap this up since Ragnar can't do much else for Shadow, lol. Thank you for the thread (and you get my 700th post, yay!). Feel free to archive it is or post once more and archive <3

Ragnar had never had any sort of reservations when it came to women. When he saw a woman he wanted, he went after her. He did not hesitate with any semblance of uncertainty. He dove in head first and if she rejected him then it was her loss and he either tried again or moved on to bigger and better things. His previous inability to form any solid attachment to his previous wives made the moving on thing painless and quick for the scarred Scandinavian. If you do not tell her yourself she will never know. If you are afraid and never tell her then you will lose any chance you might have had, Beyond that Ragnar could not offer him anymore advice. The first hurtle was getting it out on the table and until this man accomplished that much Ragnar could be of no more assistance considering he had no way of knowing if Shadow would even tell the woman, nor how she would react. Ragnar smirked slightly at the male when he introduced himself as Shadow — an paradox if Ragnar had ever seen one. Heimdall, Ragnar gave his moniker to the Swiftcurrent male.

Sometimes the advice of a complete stranger is better than the advice of a friend, If only because Ragnar didn't know Shadow and so there was nothing keeping him from being dishonest with him. Good luck with your woman. Ragnar smirked again, turned and began to walk away, heading back to Stavanger Bay; wondering if this male would potentially attempt to seek him out for future advice but knowing that it didn't really matter, either way.

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*Shadow* · August 22, 2014, 06:16 PM

Yay 700th post! :D

If you do not tell her yourself she will never know. If you are afraid and never tell her then you will lose any chance you might have had,

The male introduced himself as Heimdall and said Sometimes the advice of a complete stranger is better than the advice of a friend before smirking Good luck with your woman. and walking away. He watched as the male headed back towards Stavanger Bay.

He lingered by the sea for some more time before he too made his way towards the forest, ready to begin his journey home again.