Eywa bless me [Roman]
12-31-2013, 10:46 PM
[[Roman]]
Nytiri sat in her den, one that she had tried to make as special as she could since she would be staying there for a while. It was under a very large tree, she had hollowed out the roots, making tick marks in the dirt siding to store herbs she knew how to use. She had a small moss patch in the back where the wind would not reach that she slept on. All in all, she had worked very hard on it, and it was rather wide. She made it larger because she would spend much time there and wanted some room. She was definitely weird, she was perhaps crazy. She loved details way too much.
Her white fur had been freshly groomed and cleaned as she left her den and searched the trees next to hers for some herbs to store up. She knew the basics, she was forced to learn them before she was banished. It had been a dull subject, but she was thankful to have the knowledge rather than waltzing around like some sozzled bastard who pretends to know all. She sniffed a plant she was not familiar with, until she realized that it was a lavender plat. She picked it and took it back to her den before going out to repeat the process. Later she would surely look for packmates; that was another thing Roman had told her to do.
Nytiri sat in her den, one that she had tried to make as special as she could since she would be staying there for a while. It was under a very large tree, she had hollowed out the roots, making tick marks in the dirt siding to store herbs she knew how to use. She had a small moss patch in the back where the wind would not reach that she slept on. All in all, she had worked very hard on it, and it was rather wide. She made it larger because she would spend much time there and wanted some room. She was definitely weird, she was perhaps crazy. She loved details way too much.
Her white fur had been freshly groomed and cleaned as she left her den and searched the trees next to hers for some herbs to store up. She knew the basics, she was forced to learn them before she was banished. It had been a dull subject, but she was thankful to have the knowledge rather than waltzing around like some sozzled bastard who pretends to know all. She sniffed a plant she was not familiar with, until she realized that it was a lavender plat. She picked it and took it back to her den before going out to repeat the process. Later she would surely look for packmates; that was another thing Roman had told her to do.
12-31-2013, 11:21 PM
The dame had been busy in the couple days since she had accepted Nytiri to the pack, the woman hadn't crossed Roman's mind until the white lady caught the scent of her upon returning to Glaciem territory. She moved stiffly yet, but refused to think of the incident that had led to the injury. She was healing. She'd recover. She'd be strong again. In the meantime, she wouldn't let her duties pass. She followed the scent, her eyes coming soon to rest on the white woman who was busying herself among herbs. Roman would watch her for a moment or two before the woman would speak, announcing her presence. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?" She would inquire lightly, mild curiosity apparent to her soft monotone voice. She would stand her head tilted slightly to the right, as she stood, her tail idly flicking at her hocks. Relaxed, the queen forced herself to be relaxed. Her pack knew not of what had happened to her, and they didn't need to know. Speech, |
01-03-2014, 10:31 AM
[[Sorry this is short, going on an absence/scarcity that is a mix of both and so I needed to get something up and I'm super distracted]]
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
Nytiri turned to see non other than Roman herself and she bowed her head, a small smile on her muzzle. "Yes Miss Roman, quite busy." She answered the woman who was much higher a rank than Nyriti. The woman who had accepted her into the pack had been scare to Nytiri after the fae had accepted her, but that was not a surprise. She surely did have greater things to do other than babysit an adult who was off doing what she was told to do. Nytiri's white fur was clinging to the scent of the herbs she had collected.
Nytiri turned to see non other than Roman herself and she bowed her head, a small smile on her muzzle. "Yes Miss Roman, quite busy." She answered the woman who was much higher a rank than Nyriti. The woman who had accepted her into the pack had been scare to Nytiri after the fae had accepted her, but that was not a surprise. She surely did have greater things to do other than babysit an adult who was off doing what she was told to do. Nytiri's white fur was clinging to the scent of the herbs she had collected.
01-06-2014, 03:20 AM
Letting out a slight chuckle the woman would move closer to the she-wolf she had accepted, her eyes not leaving the dame. Violet gaze would study her first acceptance with a slight look of pride, it seemed the dame would make a good addition to the ranks. "Tell me, Nytiri, have you had the good fortune of meeting the Queen and King? Made any friends? Lovers? Enemies?" She'd ask with a smile, as she settled onto her rump for a moment, before speaking again. "With your interest in herbs, you should seek out our curer, Eris, I believe her name is. I bet she'd be interested in speaking with you." She'd suggest lightly, wanting to make sure Nytiri would put some roots in the pack. Roots meant that she was less likely to betray, and roots meant that she'd have more to fight for. The dame may have been young, but she was no fool. Speech, |
01-11-2014, 07:42 PM
Nytiri gave a small smile when Roman asked if she had met others. She spoke of herbs and how there were other healers. "I haven't had the honor to meet the king or queen yet. Many others also have seemed to evade me and even when I search they are rather busy with their jobs and therefore it would be illogical to disturb them. I have met Miss Impra however, she seemed like a nice wolf too; definitely a friend." She said with a light tone. "I do intend on seeking out Eris though, Miss Roman." She said it with a smile.