a new soul to the old hell
jorrvaskr zii
So she finally arrived. After more than a year living like a nomad, a thief, wandering to plains, forests, mountains, rivers and even the ocean, a grayish canine, with eyes yellow as gold, stopped almost in the middle of a large yellow meadow, with short grass and smell of death. She has followed the river, now in her left, until find this strange place, for more than a week. Forward, almost all the view was of green healthy grass, and a pine forest not so far. Behind the ashes colored wolf, a snowed area, which in the distance just the silhouette of an enormous mountains covered by fog and ice could be seen.
This new place was strange, with so many different smells, being the vein fluid the strongest one. Of course, there was a lot of other canine’s scents around, but since she left her home, this was very common, so the female didn’t care much. All of them where a bit distant, like they were dispersed around the plain area, but her vision could not capture any image of another wolf, or creature.
In her travel in this large island, Jorrvaskr have heard lots of rumors echoing in the air, and most of them she did not understood so clearly. But, if she was not wrong, this dead place of battles and murdering was the place most of the rogues and young homeless kids used to go, when they search for a new beginning. Just what she wanted. With a sigh, Jorrvaskrs sit over her tail to turn the muzzle to the sky, closing her shiny eyes for a moment, feelings the breeze, the warm sun over her coat and all the odd smells around. There was a lot of sensations in just a few moments.
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His patience with the lack of activity in his pack was wearing thin. Varda had not shown up to the Meeting, and as their only official hunter, he could not let that stand, especially when she hadn’t been actively attending to her duties and calling pack hunts. He needed to get out there, and search out prospective new members who would be willing to put forth their best effort.
So this was what had brought the towering crimson Archangel to the battlefield. Granted, he ought to have been coming here more often to spar, but with his mother being ill… Regulus shook his head, fathomless sapphire gaze lifting from the ground before his paws and scanning the distance ahead, ears perking to catch any sounds as his muzzle tipped up slightly to sample the air for scents.
He had heard the challenge, distantly, for Myriad. He wasn’t aware, yet, of which wolf had won, or who the challenger had been, although her voice had sounded familiar. He had meant to go, but Surreal had taken a sudden dive in condition, and that had taken all of his focus. That had been yesterday, and now Kavdaya was struggling to keep the aging Adravendi stable.
His thoughts returned to the task at paw as a figure caught his attention. And he slowed to an amiable walk as he drew near. She was a timber marked female, dominantly grey, though he thought he could spot some warmer tones in her coat. As he drew close enough for conversation, he offered a friendly smile, heavily furred tail waving above his hips in a casual declaration of his status in his pack, even if his scent fairly screamed that he was in charge of his pack.
For once, it wasn’t someone tiny, but he still towered over the stranger. She wasn’t in a stance as though she were looking for a spar, nor had he heard any calls for a fight from this direction, so he kept his posture relaxed as he greeted her with a rumble of, “Hello, miss. What brings you onto the battlefield?” His accent was a unique mixture of Swedish inflections, with English and Irish dominating the tones.
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jorrvaskr zii
In short time, a voice called for Jorr’s attention, making the she-wolf lower her head again, turning to the sounds direction with ears turned up, quite surprised. In front of her, a few meters always, a wolf with the same color as blood was standing, looking calm and showing no harm to the female.
She got him her paws while he was talking. Jorrvaskr could perfectly understand this language most of the wolves used to speak outside Tamariel, but for her, was hard to use this words for herself. “Battle… Field?” She tried to reply the male’s words, doing her best to do not sound too weird. In her mind, she searched for a word similar in Dovahzul, that she could actually name this place. She looked again to the red wolf, after her pale golden eyes have turned to the ground, forcing her mind to assimilate both languages. “Frod?” Her soft voice coming out of the throat was derationed to the stranger in her company. Well, probably he didn’t know anything about the ancient language she has learned in her childhood. “You know Dovahzul?”
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Her attention shifted to him as he greeted her, and while he saw the understanding in his eyes, or at least, no sign that she didn’t understand his language, when she spoke, it was hesitant, and in a thick accent, as though she didn’t speak the common tongue very often. He nodded simply, pausing as she offered a word in an unfamiliar language.
His head cocked slightly at her last query, before he shook his head offering apologetically, “No, I’m afraid not. Can you teach me a bit, though? I wouldn’t mind learning, if it would help you. My name is Regulus Anatolii Adravendi, by the way. I am the leader of a pack southwest of here.” Was that too much too soon for someone not completely familiar with the language?
His haunches settled to the ground as he studied her curiously. Leader he may be, but he was one with a ready mind for learning, eagerly soaking up anything new to be learned, whether it be fighting techniques, hunting styles, or healing methods. And languages? He especially adored learning new languages.
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jorrvaskr zii
This words used by the male where not hard at all. I her thoughts, the grayish canine was pretty proud of herself to be so used to understand this language, but quite frustrated to be so hard to put them in practice and actually say it. Anyway, she was trying her best to speak with this uncommon looking wolf, with the title of the leader of a nearby pack. Interesting, and just in time.
After he was finished, it was her time to speak, and as traditions in her homeland, Jorr did a slight bow with her head, greeting the male. “Drem yo lok, Jun Regulus.” She said with a timid smile in her mouth, making sure to be polite enough in calling him leader. “Zu’u…” She started, but already stopped after the word in Grohiikzul. “I am Jorrvaskr” In a moment of audacity, the she-wolf decided to approach a few steps to the pack leader, lowering the head a little bit to make sure he understood she meant no harm. “You’re Jun… Leader. I am… Rogue. Seeking new home.” There was actually no words in Dovahzul for ‘rogue’, so this one she have learned by first, since was the only thing Jorrvaskr heard others calling her. She hoped that, even speaking so badly, this alpha would understand that her intentions were of, possibly, join his group, with unknown territory for the outsider female.
Grohiikzul - Language spoke by the wolves (any other idiom besides Dovahzul)
Jun - Pack leader, chief.
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He listened with interest as she answered, smiling gently as she showed her respect to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Jorrvaskr” The words she spoke weren’t all ones he understood, but the last sentence bolstered his hope a bit. “I happen to be here looking for wolves willing to join. We’re low on hunters and fighters in Celestial. What are you best at?””
He turned offering her a spot at his side to walk beside him. He found walking helped things flow more easily, and his tail waved cheerfully above his hips. His movements were of gentle authority, neither flaunting nor understating, nor domineering. He just was. He was clearly interested in what she had to say, despite the difficulty she had in speaking the common language. In all, he was silently itching to learn some of it, but maybe not in an area full of wolves likely searching for a scrap.
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