Mutually beneficial
Atropos
04-10-2023, 11:51 PM
R equiem knew many of the Mirovian wolves from his time in the original Mirovis empire. Most of the pack was made up of Lurid's extended family, after all, and he had served as the Amarix family's personal fixer for all his life. Working so closely to the royal family had afforded him a chance to get to know them all at least by name, if not personally to some degree. But Atropos was one wolf that the assassin had not shared much interaction with. Lurid's sister had always been a reserved individual who kept to herself, and since his job was assassin and not babysitter, he never felt the need to bother her with his presence. Although now that he was going to be her brother-in-law, he supposed he should make an attempt to get to know the family's little psychopath better.
L urid had asked him to help her dear sweet sister with some sort of project she was working on up top on the deck of the ship that needed his attention. No time like the present, he supposed, as he made his way topside through the bowels of the beached ship with practiced paws. Emerging up onto the deck in the warming spring air, Req scanned his surroundings until he spotted the tiny little Atropos fiddling with things across the way. He made his way over to her, calling out as he got closer, "Atropos. Your sister said you needed my help with something?" If the task she had for him didn't involve killing someone though, the Haihefa wasn't really sure how much help he could be to her.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
L urid had asked him to help her dear sweet sister with some sort of project she was working on up top on the deck of the ship that needed his attention. No time like the present, he supposed, as he made his way topside through the bowels of the beached ship with practiced paws. Emerging up onto the deck in the warming spring air, Req scanned his surroundings until he spotted the tiny little Atropos fiddling with things across the way. He made his way over to her, calling out as he got closer, "Atropos. Your sister said you needed my help with something?" If the task she had for him didn't involve killing someone though, the Haihefa wasn't really sure how much help he could be to her.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
04-13-2023, 07:23 AM
She is too busy for socializing. Atropos simply has too much to do. It's spring, after all. It's spring and she's been tasked with trying to make things grow in the frigid north. Trying to make things grow where nothing would want to grow. A fool's errand. A fool's errand unless. Lurid was lucky that her littlest sister was smart. Far smarter than anyone would give her credit for. Far smarter than it was safe for anyone to know. She would let them think of her as a child. View her as a child. View the tiny, volatile creature as childlike. Let them view her as harmless. Excellent. With great effort, Atropos had pulled together a number of posts. Heavy. They were fucking heavy, and she was so short. It had been quite the number of complaints and cusswords that had gotten them up here, onto the northern deck of the ship. The sun rises in the east. The sun sets in the west. The northern deck would get the best exposure to the sun throughout the day. Nothing to block it. Nothing would keep the plants from getting what they needed, here. Atropos was certain of it. She nodded to herself as she set about marking the deck, grumbling in her mother tongue. Grumbled fragments of speech, mostly impolite things, as she worked away. Shoulders hunched against the breeze. Scowling. It was that scowl that she fixed Requiem with as he interrupts her pattern of thought. Direct, unsettling eye contact from the small creature as she processes what he's said. It's only then that the scowl melts into something that's far more neutral, and borders on excited. "She sent help... she sent you for help." Fuck, what was his name again? Atropos doesn't remember. No matter. No mind. Her head picks up some, and she beckons the red creature closer. "I build a greenhouse, the weather is too shitty for planting." The explanation seems to make sense in her mind, at least. Atropos indicated the pile of posts and the fittings that go with them. "For framing, but I need tall help." Too short to handle these easily, and it wasn't really a one man job besides. atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |
Warning: this character is unpredictable and prone to violence. Interact at your own risk. Reader discretion is advised.
05-01-2023, 03:38 PM
R equiem found the little gremlin that was Atropos scrawling away at the deck of the ship, undoubtedly marking off the outline of... whatever it was she was constructing here by herself. When his voice caught her attention, the scowl she shot at him would have curdled dairy and turned most wolves away from her, but not Requiem. The cold brute had been exposed to her enough throughout their lifetimes to not take offense to her tricky demeanor. That was just Atropos for you. When she recognized who he was, she seemed to settle a bit—dare he say even look a bit happy for his presence?—and made a smarmy quip about him being the one sent to help her. Charming...
T he giant brute just rolled his silvery eyes as she beckoned him closer without any further explanation or commentary. He padded closer, his inspecting gaze moving from the steel posts to the marked off areas of the deck. She was building some sort of structure, that much was obvious. As he came to stand beside the Amarix fae, the difference in their size almost comically laughable now by comparison, she finally let him in on her master plan. Atropos was building a greenhouse. Req uttered a short scoff of amusement when she described the land and weather as "shitty" for growing plants. "How sad for us," he remarked, though he was in agreement with his future sister-in-law. Without the ability to grow plants, he wouldn't have ready access to the number of herbs he needed for his poisons. Disappointing and frustrating. "A greenhouse would be handy. I could use a place to grow the more fun kinds of plants." Now he understood why Lurid had asked him to assist instead of doing it herself.
T all help. That earned an amused snicker from the crimson brute and an upturn of his lips into a half smirk. So it came down to a simple need of his size and strength to get things set up. That was easy enough, and if Atropos already had a blueprint in mind, the work would go by easy enough. "I suppose I am pretty useful for 'tall help'. Not the first time a fae's needed me for my body." A teasing smirk from the sly devil; of course, those had been different uses and needs his body had been used for, but he couldn't resist a good double entendre. With a stretch of his back and neck, Requiem limbered himself up and moved over to the pile of metal posts, looking between them and the outline on the deck. "So what's the plan? You direct me where to hold them and you fasten them together?" Seemed straightforward enough. He also hoped Atropos had found some glass panes, or had a plan for those as well.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
T he giant brute just rolled his silvery eyes as she beckoned him closer without any further explanation or commentary. He padded closer, his inspecting gaze moving from the steel posts to the marked off areas of the deck. She was building some sort of structure, that much was obvious. As he came to stand beside the Amarix fae, the difference in their size almost comically laughable now by comparison, she finally let him in on her master plan. Atropos was building a greenhouse. Req uttered a short scoff of amusement when she described the land and weather as "shitty" for growing plants. "How sad for us," he remarked, though he was in agreement with his future sister-in-law. Without the ability to grow plants, he wouldn't have ready access to the number of herbs he needed for his poisons. Disappointing and frustrating. "A greenhouse would be handy. I could use a place to grow the more fun kinds of plants." Now he understood why Lurid had asked him to assist instead of doing it herself.
T all help. That earned an amused snicker from the crimson brute and an upturn of his lips into a half smirk. So it came down to a simple need of his size and strength to get things set up. That was easy enough, and if Atropos already had a blueprint in mind, the work would go by easy enough. "I suppose I am pretty useful for 'tall help'. Not the first time a fae's needed me for my body." A teasing smirk from the sly devil; of course, those had been different uses and needs his body had been used for, but he couldn't resist a good double entendre. With a stretch of his back and neck, Requiem limbered himself up and moved over to the pile of metal posts, looking between them and the outline on the deck. "So what's the plan? You direct me where to hold them and you fasten them together?" Seemed straightforward enough. He also hoped Atropos had found some glass panes, or had a plan for those as well.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
05-19-2023, 12:56 AM
He scoffs, her hackles threaten to rise along her back. An instinct she can't quite choke back. Razor sharp gaze, razor sharp tongue. Requiem rolled his eyes, and she narrowed her own. Opalescent and shining, Atropos is an unsettling picture. She is intense, unblinking, and stiff as she takes him in. Everything about her exists on a knife's edge, including her stability. For now, she gets the job done. For now. The double entendre doesn't go unnoticed, and Atropos makes a show of gagging-- an exaggerated, false sort, that's ended with a roll of her own eyes. "Help me lash them together, hold them still." She gestures, finally breaking down to work and to business. She uses her teeth to break a section of rope into something more manageable, fastening a pair of posts together to form a ninety degree angle. They shifted as she worked, eliciting a grumble from the girl. Her ears pinned clear to her skull, too, shoulders hunched hard against the stiff breeze. "Once we have the sides, then you stand them up and I stick them to the ground." Explaining as she worked away at securing her current corner. "At the end, we wrap in tarps to keep the heat in." The whole thing made sense in her head... what could go wrong? atropos feelin like a freak on a leash you wanna see the light |
Warning: this character is unpredictable and prone to violence. Interact at your own risk. Reader discretion is advised.
05-28-2023, 08:52 AM
A tropos glared at him, this intense leer of pale eyes that the red devil would have found arousing if he weren’t already coupling with the little she-demon’s sister. Maybe Requiem was just attracted to dangerous women who might do him harm. Either way, Atropos’ ire at him was highly amusing to the Amarix assassin and had him grinning and chuckling, dead proud of himself. Despite her intensity, Requiem had spent enough of his life around her to not feel the slightest bit of intimidation. Perhaps that was foolhardy or dangerously cocksure on his part, but that was Requiem’s personality in a nutshell. Atropos made a dramatic show of gagging at his crude humor and that just tickled the dire brute even more, snickering at his future sister-in-law’s revulsion. Ah, he knew she loved him deep down though. He had lost track of how many wolves he had killed under her request—well, more like orders—when it suited her.
T he petite fae ordered him to hold the posts still for her while she lashed them together and the towering brute did as he was told, keeping the metal posts held as she directed him until they were joined. The two wolves moved and maneuvered around one another while they worked, Requiem positioning and holding the posts for the frame while Atropos moved about lashing them together with rope at their connecting points. At some point, Req took note of Atropos bracing herself against the chilled wind that whipped about the deck of the ship. Although not one to typically care about the comfort of others, Requiem did move to position himself between the breeze and his pack mate, bracing against the wind and blocking it from blowing on her too much. Call it a nice gesture, but Req would never admit to being considerate.
A tropos explained the next steps of their process to him and Requiem replied with a grunt and a nod. At her guidance, he shifted and moved the metal frame about, using little more than a few flexes and ripples of well developed muscles from his lifetime of carnage. "You just tell me where you want them and what way to set them up, I’ll handle the rest." A pause as Req looked over the frame and considered what Atropos had said. "We’re covering the whole thing in tarp? How is sunlight going to get to the plants?" The tarp would solve the problem of warmth in the unforgiving northern tundra, but the plants would need direct sunlight to photosynthesize too.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
T he petite fae ordered him to hold the posts still for her while she lashed them together and the towering brute did as he was told, keeping the metal posts held as she directed him until they were joined. The two wolves moved and maneuvered around one another while they worked, Requiem positioning and holding the posts for the frame while Atropos moved about lashing them together with rope at their connecting points. At some point, Req took note of Atropos bracing herself against the chilled wind that whipped about the deck of the ship. Although not one to typically care about the comfort of others, Requiem did move to position himself between the breeze and his pack mate, bracing against the wind and blocking it from blowing on her too much. Call it a nice gesture, but Req would never admit to being considerate.
A tropos explained the next steps of their process to him and Requiem replied with a grunt and a nod. At her guidance, he shifted and moved the metal frame about, using little more than a few flexes and ripples of well developed muscles from his lifetime of carnage. "You just tell me where you want them and what way to set them up, I’ll handle the rest." A pause as Req looked over the frame and considered what Atropos had said. "We’re covering the whole thing in tarp? How is sunlight going to get to the plants?" The tarp would solve the problem of warmth in the unforgiving northern tundra, but the plants would need direct sunlight to photosynthesize too.
"Requiem" | "Latin"