Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 1:27:28 AM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:34:26 AM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 1:39:08 AM)
*Ashur was located at the rear of the estate grounds amidst the gardens, sitting in front of the great stone lion statue to Lord Firemane. The area remained preternaturally warm, despite the December chill, bordering on a near eighty degrees ferenheit. His eyes were set contemplatively on the statue*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:42:51 AM)
*wrapped up against the rain with a tightly knit shawl around her head and shoulders, she is still garbed formally from the table. Her gown is crimson satin, tooled over in white pearls and embroidery. Long midnight tresses caught behind her in the scarf, loose ringlets and spun cords draped behind her. She holds her skirt free of her steps, hurrying, having escaped her assistant's attention and stolen the opportunity. For once, no one knew she was here*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 1:43:32 AM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 1:43:56 AM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:44:11 AM)
((Welcome back, reposting))

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:46:04 AM)
*wrapped up against the drizzling rain with a tightly-knit shawl around her head and shoulders, she is still garbed from the table this evening. Her gown a mass of crimson satin, decorated over her corset and skirts in white embroidery and tiny pearls. Long dresses escape the scarf behind her to nearly sweep the ground in a cascade of ringlets and spun cords. She holds her dress free of her steps, hurrying, as for once no one else knows she is here*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:49:41 AM)
((Long tresses.. ugh.))

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 1:50:38 AM)
*With the low noise of the estates behind him- sporting some four other Garou and five times that number in Kinfolk, he remains oblivious of Rasia's approach down the path to the Pridelands. There was a queer look of complacency about him with his Rage lowered to little more than a simmer despite the swollen moon*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 1:55:03 AM)
*she almost missed him there, and she freezes for a moment, searching about for any sign they were not alone. Leaving the path to follow him into the grounds, she loses first one shoe and then the next in the soft earth. The hem of her gown soaking wet by now, and showing the dirt. She speaks as soon as she won't have to shout across the yard at him* Lion's Roar-rhya..

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 2:00:27 AM)
*He's visibly startled, hand darting immediately for the steel Klaive at his thigh and pausing on the handle as he turns and rises in the same motion. His form relaxes and hand falls away when he notices Rasia there. The same intangible walls that are usually about him when visiting the Tribal Lands is there and a guarded look about him* "Lady Rasia. Come to call upon my packmates again?"

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 2:06:24 AM)
*nearing him, she drops the hem of her skirt to hide her bare feet and tugs the scarf back that had shadowed her features, her bright gaze searching out the point just below his as she finds her words* No, Lion's Roar-rhya. I.. *taking a steadying breath and re-examining just what brought her* I hope your invitation stands, and that I am not tresspassing here. I have a question. *biting her lip a moment as she realizes where she is, truly seeing the shrine and the enormous lion statue..bringing her gaze back to him, and eventually, to his eyes directly* ...I came here, for you.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 2:09:21 AM)
*He stares at her silently for a long moment, doubtfully. Finally, he offered a faint nod and turned back to the statue of Lord Firemane, sinking back down to a seated position in the soft grass before it* "The offer remains, Lady Rasia. You and any other Silver Fang is welcomed on our lands." *There was another short pause, his voice tightening* "What did you want with me?"

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 2:13:41 AM)
*enough decorum that she will not remain standing over him, she drops before him to seat herself as well with complete disregard for her dress. Slender hands finding her lap out of habit. Rasia is actually trying to hold his gaze for once, instead of avoiding it* I should have asked why. *it almost sounds like an apology, the way it's pitched* I want to know..why.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 2:18:26 AM)
*He glanced at her with his brow furrowed by the question* "Why wha-" *He pauses, offguard by her meeting his gaze so fully and insistently* "...why what, Lady Rasia? What do you want to know?" *A rarity in the Argent Pride Alpha- uncertainty*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 2:31:55 AM)
*having some instinctual understanding that if he gets his proverbial feet under him, this line of questioning is doomed, she sets her teeth and keeps staring into his eyes, crystal offering a window to the gathered courage and some shadow of the hurt his dismissal had caused* Why is it so terrible to talk to me? Why would someone who says and shows his interest, balk at so small a request? *her brows furrowing and she leans forward just slightly* I don't care what secrets there are, Lion's Roar-rhya. I don't care how much or how little there is behind the ..*looking him over with a helpless gesture* Behind the politeness and this terrible Tension.. You sent me away and I still want to know. Badly enough to sneak away from my assistant and my guardian to come and .. and ask. *finishing softly* I just want to know why you won't talk to me.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 2:44:07 AM)
*He starts to answer and hesitates, mouth agape a moment before his gaze drops away, breaking from hers first* "You want something from me that I don't have to give. Know me, Rasia?" *He sighs faintly* "There's no great secret to who I am. Conquers Luna's Ferocity-rhya has his books and garden. Grins at the Moon-yuf shopping and television. Balanced Bla-," *he shakes his head* "They retain these connections to who they were before their First Change. When they were human. I don't. What would you have me tell you of myself? What -could- I tell you? I've no hobbies. No opinions on mundane matters. I couldn't even share in those things that you care for." *His eyes found hers again* "You would know me? I am the Lion's Roar. Soldier... Ahroun of the Nation. That's the entirety of who I am. -What- I am."

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 2:59:48 AM)
*somewhat surprised when he breaks away, watching him as her curiousity gets the better of her, her eyes wait when his reach her again. She tilts her head up just faintly* ...I believe, that is what you think. *neatly avoiding calling him a liar to his face, the lst o evidence to the contrary filed away and kept silent..for he might fix them if she pointed out the chinks in his proverbial armor. She speaks slowly, as if realizing it herself* ..And you do not want me to believe differently.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 3:10:23 AM)
"I don't care what you believe." *He responded stiffly* "Whatever prompted me to make that confession last time we spoke... some dissembling internal nature that overrode good and common sense, it's gone now. I've done my duty by the Nation and honorably mated." *He broke their gaze a second time, now setting it back on the statue of Lord Firemane* "All that's left is to play my role as an Ahroun to its proper end." *He said with what sounded like pride but fell just shy*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 3:23:50 AM)
*she'd -almost- smiled when he assurred her he didn't care what she thought. But both brows rise high as he retreats a second time. Her surprise fades and she simply takes the time to observe him since he's not challenging her eyes* I am relieved to hear it, Ashur-rhya. I shall disagree until the bitter end. *echoing his last words, with a more accurate adjective* Surely you can forgive me for witnessing your moment of poor judgement, so long as others do not hear of it...

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 3:29:20 AM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 3:31:34 AM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 3:33:27 AM)
*she'd -almost- smiled when he assurred her he didn't care what she thought. But both her brows rise high as he retreats a second time. Rasia takes the time to study him while he's not challenging her eyes, the surprise fading from her features.* I am relieved to hear it, Ashur-rhya. I shall endeavor to disagree until the bitter end. *echoing his last words with a more accurate adjective.* Surely, you can forgive me for witnessing your lapse in judgement, so long as others do not hear of it... ((Welcome back!))

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 3:42:35 AM)
*The notion of her mentioning it to anyone hadn't even occurred to him until that moment. Suddenly feeling exposed, he turned on her, eyes narrowed dangerously* "I would hope so, Lady Rasia," *He said, the honorific sounding anything but* "Otherwise you'd find the Pridelands no longer open to you."

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 3:45:38 AM)
*meets his threat steadily, and smiles softly in the face of it* Then it would seem I will always be welcome. Thank you, Lion's Roar-rhya.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 7, 2011 3:55:59 AM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Dec 7, 2011 5:21:10 AM)
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