Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:20:45 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:22:30 PM)
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Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:22:47 PM)
*Evgeni was seated on the patio, reading through some papers. A smile rested happily on his face. He laid the papers into his lap, turning to gaze over the lands, feeling quite content*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:25:29 PM)
*she wanders out of the manse with a cup of tea held in both hands to warm her fingers. She's clothed for the weather in an ornate corseted gown of ivory muslin, beneath a heavier black velvet outer coat with slashed sleeves. Both are hevily embroidered with gold* (( http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm50b6ZvaB1qegasto1_500.jpg ))
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:27:17 PM)
*His eyes shift to Rasia and his grin spreads* You look radiant as ever, Miss Khitrova
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:31:47 PM)
*Ashur approaches from the wooded enclosure that separates the Tribal Lands from the Argent Pridelands. Barefoot and shirtless, a sheen of sweat causes his muscled Ahroun form to glisten and the sterling locks to cling about his face and neck despite the November chill in the air. His scar-mottled torso sports a number of fresh lacerations and welts along with a gray bruise that was slowly spreading along his cheek- indicating the end of a recent training session with his pridemates*
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:33:28 PM)
*Glances to Ashur as he comes into view. Takes notes of the bruises and welts* How does the rest of your pack fair?
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:33:30 PM)
*she smiles gently to the Trueborn, dipping lightly in a curtsey, her black slippers glimpsed for a moment below the hem. She repeats the same greeting as Ashur appears* Good afternoon honored sirs. *lowering her gaze as is fitting before the two Trues. Her long hair bound up exquisitely in rope-like twists and loops to leave her slender throat bared*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:37:24 PM)
"They convalesce at the Shrine to Lord Firemane, Fast and Fair-yuf." *He answered, voice a bit tight from needing to favor his side. He continued onto the estate grounds proper, making for the heated pool pausing a moment to regard Rasia. Her aethereal and delicate Russian appearance was eye-catching enough, but the blast of Pure Breed from both her and Evgeni was often-times attention-grabbing to the point of distraction* "Rasia." *He greeted simply before continuing toward the pool*
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:39:30 PM)
Good to know they will live to fight another day. Proper training is very important. *Nods slightly, eyes following the ahrouns moves*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:40:32 PM)
*she smiles lightly to the news that Ashur's pack is healing well, but doesn't interrupt the conversation, moving instead to take a seat lightly on the fountain's edge with her tea and lemon*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:43:32 PM)
"There's risk in doing so with the moon swelling," *He conceded, pausing by the pool to tug his belt loose and remove his dirtied jeans. Left in only a pair of shorts, he dove into the warmed water, resurfacing a moment later with the grime and sweat beginning to trail off of him in rivulets* "But in these final days, the risk is necessary. Don't you think, Fast and Fair-yuf?" *He inquired, wiping an errant strand from his eyes to match his contemporary's gaze*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:44:14 PM)
*a slim chain of gold circling her neck, with a crescent pendant to remind one of her House, as if such a reminder was necessary. If her crystal gaze drifts to the bared form of the Ahroun, one would never catch the smile behind her teacup*
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:45:50 PM)
Yes indeed, there is a rather large risk in doing so. That risk is lessened somewhat by knowing your training partners well enough. *Folds the papers he was reading up and slides them into a pocket* But yes, I believe the benefit outweighs the risk
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 2:48:44 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:49:16 PM)
"Then you're in agreement with me. The trepidation of the spirits. The thinning of the Nation with fewer Trueborn every year." *He ran his hands down his arms, a bit of dirt from the tussle coming lose* "Things are coming upon us fast. There's no time left for wool-gathering or navel-gazing for any of us." *He paused briefly* "How fares your search?"
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:50:57 PM)
Actually, I've just received word that 2 friends of mine will be here within a week. Give them a day to get settled and aquainted with teh area, and we shall make our pack official *Theres some pride in his vouce at that*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:51:56 PM)
"Silver Fangs?" *He inquires before dunking himself under another moment and resurfacing*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 2:52:40 PM)
*seated at her favorite place at the fountain, in an elegant gown of black and ivory, offset with heavy gold embroidery. The slashed sleeves bare her arms, and an elaborate coiffure keeps her hair up and off her neck in a slew of ropes and coils. She holds a cup of tea in her hands as she listens politely to the Trueborns' conversation* Congratulations then, Fast and Fair-rhya.
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:53:43 PM)
One is, yes. A theurge. The other is Uktena, a ragabash. *Dips his head to Rasia* nThank you
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 2:55:36 PM)
*Naked disapproval creased his countenance at the mention of the multi-Tribal pack, though his words contradicted the disposition* "I'm happy for you then."
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 2:56:25 PM)
*She comes limping from the treeline and makes her way over to the pool. Drops to her butt with a groan and rolls up her pants then puts her feet in the water with a soft sigh. She rubs her swollen jaw and has to turn her head, though winces as she does so to look at everyone from her good eye. The other was still swollen shut.*
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 2:57:46 PM)
Of course you are. *Ev grinned but nodded* Another pack serves only to strengthen the sept, yes? That is my priority.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:00:17 PM)
"And with a 'wyrmbringer' from the vaulted Tvarivich dynasty showing that progressive thinking outweighs our haughty traditionalism by packing with an Uktena, Tribal relations can only improve." *He glanced briefly at Chloe and drifted a bit further down into the pool* "You said they arrive within the week?"
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:01:40 PM)
*She kicked some water at Ashur and stuck her tongue out at him. She then folded her arms across her chest and glanced at Evgeni.*
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:01:41 PM)
Risks are necessary in these times, the end times. Are they not? *Followed AShurs eyes to Chloe for a second or two then returned to the ahroun* That is what I was just told, yes
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:02:53 PM)
*she smiles to Chloe warmly* Afternoon Chloe-rhya. *using the name the other girl had given her, as always* Your practice was instructional, I hope? *sipping her tea* I could get some ice for you, if it would soothe your injuries.
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:06:12 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:06:19 PM)
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Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:06:44 PM)
(*CLings to the chat*)
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:07:10 PM)
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Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:07:44 PM)
(Ashur will return in a moment, needed to run afk a tic.)
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:08:08 PM)
Afternoon Rasia*She smiled and then winced and rubber her jaw.* Very instructional, thank you. No, that is alright. I'll be good to go in a few.
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:09:19 PM)
Afternoon Grins at Moon. You look a little better than your alpha does, in terms of bruising and whatnot. *Smiles pleasantly*
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:10:11 PM)
Do I? *She snickers softly* Well, he was outnumbered. But he still beat our asses. *She shrugged and winced rubbing her side.*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:10:16 PM)
((Fun)) *she smiles to Chloe and nods, accepting that* What type of combat are you training in? *she's curious, but it's obvious she has no experience with any sort, or she'd have likely recognized the type of injuries*
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:11:43 PM)
*She raised her hands up and clenched them into fist.* Hand to hand, brawling, wrestling, what have you...*She then lowered her hands after looking them over, her nuckles were a bit swollen.* Learning to work together as a team to take out opponents, in various forms.
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:12:56 PM)
Pack tactics. Of course.. *she winces sympathetically at the sight of Chloe's hands*
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:13:33 PM)
*She nods and grins and then winces and rubs a finger along her lips then licks them.* Yep, yep.
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:14:09 PM)
*Ev nodded towards the heated pool* Your alpha was taking advantage of the pool to help soothe aching muscles. Might be worth a dip
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:14:44 PM)
We are always training, except when we are doing our other duties. Like cleaning the house, patrolling the bawn, pack land and tribal land...*She tilts her head to the side some* And then personal thingies, like..*She takes a deep breath* Spending time with the folks...*exhales*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:16:43 PM)
Your family is in the area? *surprised* I'd thought you had come from some distance.. have I misremembered, Chloe-rhya?
Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:20:11 PM)
Texas*She smirks leaning back and kicks her feet a bit in the water.* Though that does feel like an entirely different world when you look at it a certain way. *She tilts her head back and closes her eyes.* Yea we all moved here to help with the clean up and getting companies back on their feet and keeping it environmentally sound. That is what my family does, Around the globe. France is the motherland for most of us. My grandfather came from there.
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:25:21 PM)
He rises from his seat on the porch. Gives Chloe a nod, Rasia a smile* Excuse me ladies, I have some arrangements to make
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:25:34 PM)
(I'll be back in about an hour or so, if anyone want to RP later)
Evgeni Tvarivich (Nov 6, 2011 3:25:38 PM)
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Chloe DeWynter (Nov 6, 2011 3:28:03 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:28:19 PM)
((Greeeaat))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:33:13 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:34:07 PM)
*Chloe had apparently wandered off, shortly after Evgeni went inside for his own business. Leaving Rasia to watch the falcons in silence with her tea*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:36:44 PM)
*Ashur finally removed himself from the pool, using one of the nearby towels to dry himself as he collected his clothes. The chill from the outside was compounded by the saturation of his form and he was quick to replace his jeans, still dirt-covered, onto his form*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:39:13 PM)
*and the teenager is no stranger to stolen glances, enjoying the brief show as the Ahroun is occupied. Her gaze lingers curiously on the numerous scars, prompting a soft query once she's safely looking back at the birds overhead* My brother's scars each have a story. Is this true of your own, Lion's Roar-rhya?
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:42:10 PM)
"I imagine it's true of everyone." *He said, wrapping the towel around his shoulder and moving to join her nearby. He cast a glance over to where Chloe had vanished back toward the Pridelands*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:49:08 PM)
*she is surprised that he ventures closer, it's a first for the quiet Ahroun, but she smiles to him* Any stories you might care to share, Lion's Roar-rhya? *her gaze nearly lambent, curiousity and something else in their depths*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:52:06 PM)
*He shakes his head slightly* "I'm no Galliard, I haven't the tongue for it." *He looked over at her, gold-flecked eyes roaming slowly over her face* "I'd actually meant to ask you of your own experiences that brought you here."
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:57:17 PM)
*she nods just faintly as he excises himself, then -almost- glances up to his eyes at his comment* My Uncle suggested it, honestly. I'm afraid it's not a very good story, regardless of any ability of mine to tell it.
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 3:58:52 PM)
*trying to make more of it, to humor the Ahroun's request* He... He asked that I might learn from the honored Lord, Conquers Luna's Ferocity.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 3:59:25 PM)
*He stares a moment longer then his gaze slips away* "Learn what?" *He encouraged, setting his eyes at a distant point while they spoke*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:03:20 PM)
Learn of his outlook and mindset. My Uncle met him briefly, and was fascinated with the lord's deedname..and apparent control. He hoped I might be able to.. *she sighs out, apparently her Uncle wasn't so clear as she might have wished* To be closer to my Guardian than those trueborn he teaches.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 4:06:16 PM)
*There was a flicker of surprise as he glanced over at her and then forced his gaze away* "I see." *He was silent a moment, and when he spoke there was a faint strain to his timbre that was almost imperceptible* "How have you fared in the attempt?"
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:09:24 PM)
*coloring lightly* I don't believe I am expected to..become close in any manner other than student and teacher. *clearing her throat and looking away as well. Until his next question, in answer, she lifts her arm and the slashed sleeve falls away from her pale flesh, to show a black ribbon on her wrist that holds a key* He trusts me in some measure, and Kevin seems to believe I am in good standing. *she smiles lightly* It's not a bad beginning.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 4:14:49 PM)
*Looking to the key, it carried the same sort of innuendo that he'd mistaken her for previously, but this time he withheld comment* "No, I suppose it isn't." *He hesitated, raising his eyes back to her* "I'd ask you for something, Rasia."
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:17:55 PM)
*quietly adding* It is my Guardian's -office- key. *smiling and nodding to Ashur to continue* Of course, Lion's Roar-rhya. What may I offer? *as always, the well-mannered kin around the stoic Ahroun*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 4:20:17 PM)
"Tell me some of where you're from. The Sept and the Garou there." *He forced his gaze forward* "I'm a Wyrmfoe and we're... a progressive House under King Albrecht. But I'm still a Morningkill, and the Rite of Breeding struck true with me. Things are expected and..." *He shakes his head* "There are so few Traditionalists here. I'd like to hear of a place where we're the norm, not the exception."
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:30:21 PM)
*a soft smile* My father performed the Rite, to find my mother and win her hand from her family. I came here from New York state, where I was raised. Though my father, the Honored Lord Viktor Khitrova now serves as beta in the Shining Hand pack up around Vermont and Connecticut. I was never permitted to visit his sept without escort, so I saw very little of the territory.
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:33:51 PM)
His sept's name though, is Root of the Old Mountains, but I was raised with my mother and brothers, closer to the Sept of Echoed Stone. We rarely visited, for much the same reason as you ask to hear of other places.. *a light smile*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 4:34:14 PM)
*He laughs softly without mirth, shaking his head* "A Sept sporting the Russian Fangs from the Tvarivich line and you'd no chance to experience it to relate." *The laugh tapered off to a sigh* "I imagine they may have been much as Evgeni anyhow."
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 6, 2011 4:36:35 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:40:15 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 6, 2011 4:47:56 PM)
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