What Is Merely A Test
09-30-2014, 04:01 PM
So far, border patrol had been boring. The day was not so hot as some had been, but not so cold as others. The seasons had begun to consider changing, that much was obvious. The underbrush rustled with small creatures scampering to prepare for the cold months ahead, but for Val it was just another day. the auburn queen's paws moved with a mechanical grace, loping along, strong frame propelling her body while her mind wandered elsewhere. Her shoulders were heavy with the idea of Yfir, and what it meant for the realm as a whole. Katja was one of a kind, Val had never met another woman like her. She would make a good leader, had been a good leader... Or so Valeriya had been told. So why did she feel so uneasy? Val had heard plenty of stories about her other mother as well, how she was a warrior of great caliber too. For all that they tended towards size, the Xanilov line weren't really warrior types, and Raisa was a prime example of that. Could they fight tooth and nail if it came down to it? Of course, but they'd all be trained to fight political battles first, to joust through the adder's nest of nobility, to keep the lords and ladies and their retainers peaceful for one more year. Raisa had said it was miserable. Perhaps a culture founded on battle, on martial prowess was the better course to take. Maybe it would suit the Olympian children... Valeriya looked up and stopped dead in her tracks, legs locking up so that she actually ended up skidding a pace forward in the sun-burnt dust. Some... creature lay sprawled out before her, obstructing her path. His coat was a deep amber, not unlike her own, if lending itself more towards orange than red. He was massive as well, with a lithe frame and a broad skull, with large paws and a sweeping tail. His patterning was unlike any Valeriya had ever seen... He brows narrowed, and she sighed in frustration, cursing herself for bitching about another boring day. You gods are vengeful little beasties, aren't you? The blasphemy slipped around in her mind, cool and clear. It was a dangerous habit, perhaps, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She watched the creature for a moment longer before sitting down and sighing. He was large and in possession of a nose, he had to know he was laying across a border line, she could only assume he was doing... whatever it was for a reason. "Well hello," she said as cordially as she could. "Fancy meeting you here." It was a joke, or meant to be at least, but she was certain her bemused confusion was leaking through. "Talk" Think "You" |
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