Madadh Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 28 
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on Apr 5, 2016 13:27:22 GMT -8
On the southern boundaries of the Dwarven territories of Hammer and Shield, which borders the horseshoe-shape of the Moors, are the Hill Dens of the nomadic Tribes. Most frequently used by the Wolf, Badger, and (occasionally) Bear Tribes, these deep secure burrows house the numbers of each Tribe quite comfortably. The surrounding area is hilly and rocky with sparse grass, most often inhabited in the spring and autumn. |
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34 
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 14, 2016 8:43:13 GMT -8
The patrolling wolves led @josidiah up to the entrance to the burrow within the hills, where many other wolves poured out to meet them. The male who was in charge of the patrol growled to one of those emerging from within.
"See to it the outsider gets food and drink and a bed. And let Boireann know he's here."
The patrol pack would remain outside while the other wolves guided him inside, into cozy earthen tunnels lit by luminescent fungus. He was guided to a hollow cut off from the main warrens by a thick fur curtain - within was a thick pile of furs. The female wolf who led him there gestured.
"Sit. Rest. You will soon have food and water, and our leader's mate will come to speak with you."
With that said, the female left him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 10:08:54 GMT -8
Josidiah followed wordlessly, almost wheezing for breath by the time they arrived. But he was grateful all the same and remained silent. When they led him into the warm tunnels, he had to struggle to keep his eyes open. Exhaustion was clawing at his eyes and making his feet heavy.
When the spot to rest was presented to him, he forgot entirely about the female wolf that guided him. He trudged forward and his knees buckled, dropping him onto the plush pile of animal furs with a grunt. The rest of him quickly followed where he collapsed on the furs, his eyes falling shut and refusing to open. It was hurting to breathe, but to finally get a chance to lie down on something so comfy... He passed out in mere minutes, even with labored breaths.
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 14, 2016 14:05:18 GMT -8
After some time, a lithe black female wolf pushed aside the curtain and peeked in. Hearing and seeing that the male was asleep, Boireann elected to place the tray in her grasp upon the floor and wait for him to awaken on his own. The tray contained dried meat, bread, and dried fruit, as well as a clay pitcher of water and a clay cup to drink from. This was all set near his pallet in silence. Then she situated herself outside the hollow, leaning back against the wall to one side of the hanging fur, watching her people move about while she kept one ear turned toward the alcove, listening for the sounds of his wakefulness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:21:32 GMT -8
While he was down, he was dead to the world for the first half hour or so. When he settled into proper rest, everything went terribly. Flashes of the shipwreck were racing across the front of his mind, vivid before his eyes. He ended up on the shores again, but they were waiting for him. The Orcs grabbed him, dragging him brutally through the sand. He fought to break away but he was too weak. He heard the screams of his wife as they tormented and ruined her, the cries of his children. He fought harder, jerking hard in his sleep to fight off the beasts. It was when the hot iron pressed to his shoulder that he screamed in panic and pain, bolting upright- clammy and cold and drenched in sweat. The pain lanced through his torso and he cried out again, flopping back on the furs as he tries to calm down. Where was he again? How'd he get here? What was going on?
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 15, 2016 10:03:33 GMT -8
Boireann could both hear and smell his distress, and it made her curious, but she didn't try to wake him. His scream startled her and echoed through the tunnels, causing the female to stiffen, and she was quick to turn, pulling aside the furs so she could peer in at him. Sniffing warily in his direction, her ears swiveled forward, tilted intently toward the male. The soothing rich alto of her voice, lightly tinged with a growl, was heard as amber eyes peered at him.
"You are safe, traveler. Be calm."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 10:12:50 GMT -8
When the female wolf appeared he nearly jumped - stopped only reality setting in with his rapidly returning memory, and due to the growing pain in his side. He struggled to relax, his breathing still rapid and labored, but he opted to remain lying on the furs. At least lying still helped with his bodily aches.
His grey eyes hooded low as he looked to the wolf again - his expression worn but apologetic. "I... I'm sorry... I just... I'm sorry." He shut his trap, not sure what else to say.
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 15, 2016 17:52:12 GMT -8
Boireann cocked her head in a curious gesture, ears twitching, and huffed a soft sound that was nearly a laugh. Reaching forward, she nudged the tray with its nutritional contents closer to the Elf as she replied.
"Why do you apologize? There is no need. Terrors of sleep cannot be controlled, and you are now awake. Come, eat, drink, regain your strength." She settled back then, resting on her haunches with knees upraised, arms draped across them. Her golden eyes continued to survey him curiously even as she spoke again.
"My name is Boireann Allaidh. I am the mate of Madadh Allaidh, the Alpha of the Wildlings, and I lead the Wolf Tribe in his absence. My scouts told me that you say you washed up on the shores of Alban and wandered your way into our Moors. You are not one of the Fae, then?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 18:27:39 GMT -8
Her calm demeanor helped ease his own panic, and his breathing slowed a little - though he had to maintain short breaths to keep from hurting so much. He watched her carefully, his gaze moving to settle on the tray she nudged closer to him. Food. A hand came up to brush over his lips as he felt himself salivating already.
Sitting up was a no-go, and he was coming to the impression he had broken ribs if they weren't just cracked. He opted to roll onto his side, facing her and the meal presented, as he reached over for a hunk of meat. He tore into it like a mad animal, chewing quickly yet almost choking in the process. But to feel the food hit his stomach was the most gratifying thing in the world right now.
After several bites he slowed down and let his gaze wander to the female, and he offers a gentle shake of his head. "I've never been... to the Moors. Or Alban. Only heard of... many creatures that live... live there. I am just J... Josidiah. Not Fae."
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 16, 2016 8:09:56 GMT -8
"Hm." The thoughtful sound was accompanied by her ears tilting back, not in a display of aggression or disapproval, simply as though she were thinking carefully. She could see the pain in his movements, hear it in his struggle to breathe and speak. Injuries they could tend to, although it would take time for them to heal. Her ears flicked upward again as her tail swished behind her, one of the furry triangles flicking toward him with a soft jingle of the hoops contained therein.
"It is not our way to take in outsiders and let them live among us. Especially not those without fur. The Elders of the Tribes could be asked to consider making an exception, but I find it unlikely, and they will not even agree to meet without Madadh present. You can remain with us until your wounds are healed, and if you wish to live with us, I will seek out my mate and have him gather the Elders to decide your fate. If they do not agree that you may stay, or if you wish not to remain with us, you will be escorted to another area of Alban." She hesitated, trying to think of how best to explain the ways of the other races of Alban and the places where they lived, before finally proceeding.
"Toward the northwest is the human city of Avelius. They are the most welcoming, although your similarity in appearance to the Fae may alarm them at first. The Dwarves have two cities to the east, Shield and Hammer, and one to the north across the river from Avelius, Axe. The Dwarves are also not fond of outsiders, but may accept you if you have skills they would find useful. All of the northern half of the island, to the east of Axe, is the Wyld, a great forest full of ancient earth magics. This is where the Fae reside. They are wild and fierce creatures with strong magic.. they normally prefer to keep to themselves and do not welcome those from outside their own, but they seem to have developed a kinship with Elves from other lands. It is possible they would accept you into their city."
"Take some time to think it over. I will send one of our medicine women to tend your injuries once you have eaten. Is there anything you would ask of me?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 10:29:54 GMT -8
Josidiah finishes off the piece in hand before reaching for a bit of fruit, taking his time to chew through a bite or two thoroughly - choking on his meal had only brought more pain. At least his stomach had stopped eating itself. Yet his gaze was on her if his eyes didn't fall heavy for a few moments, listening well even if he didn't look like it.
Nothing she said made him feel any better - he was a stranger, in a strange land that would likely chew him up and spit him back out into the ocean. That much was apparent.
He carefully shakes his head. "No... nothing. But I will not... stay here. I do not w... wish to cause trouble. I will go... when I can stand. I can't... can't thank you enough... for your kindness."
The Elven male inhaled sharply with a grunt, trying to roll his struck shoulder as he felt the muscles tense. At least the jerkin covered the fact he took a blow and bore an open wound there - if not one of many - but it was starting to take it's toll. His body was not particularly happy with the state it was in, and it was cursing him for it. What otherworldly being watching this world was tormenting him so? Could he not have a moment's peace?
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 18, 2016 9:32:04 GMT -8
Did he think he could hide the scent of an open wound from a wolf? Boireann snorted softly, her eyes zeroing in on the shoulder in question. Then her gaze drifted back to his, ears pressing back while her tail thumped against the stone floor behind her.
"Very well. Give some thought to where it is you wish to go. Scouts will escort you to the region of your choice once your wounds are better healed. It is important that you rest and nourish yourself." Pushing easily to her feet, the female turned and left, leaving the fur curtain slightly agape. It would be a few minutes later that another female would arrive, this one small with golden fur and white markings. She knelt down outside with a tray.
"Please, finish your meal, and then I will tend to your injuries." Then she settled in to wait, listening to him to make sure he didn't choke or hurt himself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 10:00:46 GMT -8
Josidiah nodded tentatively as she turned to leave, reaching for another piece of fruit to nibble on it. When the second one appeared, his pointed ears flicked slightly when she spoke - his grey eyes swiveling about to settle on the sliver of the gold and white female outside the curtain that he could see.
Under normal circumstances, he'd have to admit she was a lovely wolf. However, to even think like that dredged up old memories he rather leave buried.
He chews through another piece of meat with a piece of bread he tore off, and tries to relax - including easing his gaze upon her. "... you're not hiding out there, are you?" he asks quietly, not quite sure what to make of these natives. Granted, he'd never seen wolves like this before - they were a curious sort of creature, but still amazing to behold. He just hoped that they weren't wary of him - it only made his own uneasiness flare. And he had to wonder, did the rest of the inhabitants of this land act like this? According to Boireann, more than likely.
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Boireann Allaidh
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 19, 2016 10:10:23 GMT -8
"Simply respecting your privacy. It is not easy to have a stranger see you when you are vulnerable. We may not be considered 'civilized' like the humans, but we are not entirely without compassion or understanding." She sounded slightly amused, and her fluffy tail swished, stirring the curtain slightly. There was the sound of water splashing gently within a vessel, and he might be able to detect the scent of pungent herbs as she began to prepare a solution to clean the wound on his shoulder and mix another for a poultice. As she did so, she spoke again, her voice gentle and quiet.
"I am sorry you washed up on these shores.. Alban is not a forgiving land. It is only fortunate that you did not beach near the Wyld. It is not known for leaving survivors. Did any others make it out of your ship?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 10:26:00 GMT -8
He couldn't help but wonder if washing up near the Wyld might have been a better place - maybe they could've put him out of his misery.
And with that thought, the mental battle renewed all over again. He exhales heavily, sinking into the furs as he finished off the bread in hand.
The question helped redirect his thoughts, and he struggled to remember what he could of that ship. Then again... he had just trudged one foot in front of the other until he was on board. Nothing stood out - no ONE stood out. The only thing that struck out in his memory was the vicious storm that raged over the sea. He could recall the yelling of people, the deafening crack as the mast came crashing down. There was an explosion that he had no idea how or where it came from. Icy cold waters that he was completely submerged in. Struggles to breathe. He fought to swim, and waves crashed him into rocks - he could remember the blinding pain of the hit and the frigid water in combination.
He had to blink a couple of times to focus back into the present. How in the hell DID he end up on the shore, alive? Was this just a measure of entertainment for some gods over their heads? "I... I don't know. I didn't see... see anyone. Very little wreckage, either."
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Ifanna the Mender
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 19, 2016 10:36:48 GMT -8
Ifanna listened, one ear visibly turned in his direction as she worked with the herbs. The poor male was suffering - and not just because of his wounds. She could almost smell his emotional torment. What had happened to him? Perhaps while she was tending him, she could get him to open up. Such pain would only fester and drive him mad.. or to death by his own hand. She tilted slightly to one side, peering around the edge of the curtain with one golden eye to see if he'd finished his meal.
"Perhaps the spirits spared you for a reason. Have you eaten your fill?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 10:44:32 GMT -8
The thought of some unforseen being sparing him made him grimace - he bit back a retort of his actual feelings on the matter. He waited a moment to try and breathe, looking over the few remains on the plate before he nodded in response.
"I cannot thank you and your leader enough for tending to me... it's very kind of you." His eyes eased shut as his stomach settled full - sleep trying to creep in and tug at his eyes once more. But he wasn't ready to give in just yet... not to return to those nightmares he knew that were waiting for him.
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Ifanna the Mender
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 19, 2016 10:49:56 GMT -8
With his consent gained, even if just with a nod, Ifanna spun easily about and moved into the hollow. Pushing aside the tray with its remnants of food and water, she pulled the other in after her, with its mortar and pestle and bandages. She set about carefully removing his jerkin with precise gestures, not wanting to aggravate his injuries, and something akin to a smile curved on her lupine face as she replied to his thanks.
"Had you come but a few months prior, your welcome would have been much less pleasant. Our wariness of others has eased much since the king returned and the bonds between Alban's people was forged anew. We are not the heartless, bloodthirsty savages the humans think we are.. although their fears are not entirely unwarranted. It was not so long ago we were mercilessly attacking any who crossed too near our lands." Once the jerkin was removed, she set about cleaning the wound on his shoulder with a gentle touch, although the herbs would sting quite a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 11:06:43 GMT -8
Josidiah complied as well as he could, shifting where needed to let her removed the jerkin from his body and move the tunic if not remove it entirely. It would be then that he got a better look to what he had endured as well as she did - the torn wound in the shoulder. Rough cuts across his skin, likely from wood splinters. Dark bruises - the worst one being a large, near black splotch atop his right side ribs. At least the current injuries from long ago were easily discerned from the old scars, but the lack of nourishment beyond what was currently evident was apparent with his skeletal structure just visible enough against his skin.
He listened carefully, his brows lifting in a mark of surprise to her words. "I wouldn't say you are... you've been nothing but... but guarded, yet kind-" His words cut off as he hissed with a sharp inhale when the remedy found the open wound. His fists clenched as he endured the initial sting. Yet he managed to remain still for her to work.
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Ifanna the Mender
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 19, 2016 11:14:43 GMT -8
The tunic was simply pulled aside enough to let her access the wound on his shoulder.. for now. It would need to come off entirely so she could apply a poultice and bind his ribs, but that could wait. The open wound was priority. And she tended it quickly, wiping away dirt and debris with the cleansing herbs, before carefully applying a poultice and bandage. Then she carefully pulled his tunic off and began mixing another poultice to apply to the large bruised patch on his ribs.
"We have not always been this way. For more than twenty years, it was war in Alban.. every species for themselves, and all of us but the Fae against the Wyld. Humans or Dwarves would venture too near the Moors, and they would be slaughtered. Fae would raid the Moors and hunt my people for sport. But the king came and united us, and peace is slowly returning. We are remembering the ways of compassion and working together." She worked as she spoke, carefully smearing the cool paste against the ugly bruise - as it seeped into his skin, he'd find the pain being slowly numbed. Then she was wrapping bandages around his torso to bind the ribs and facilitate more rapid healing.
"There. My ways will not work as fast as a healer with magic, but they will keep you from dying and help to alleviate the pain. I do not know how long Boireann will be able to let you remain without the Elders protesting, but I will do my best to see you healed.. and fattened up a bit.. before you are asked to leave."
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