Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 14:14:11 GMT -8
Sid was warming up nicely. His leathers would take a lot longer to dry out, but still he was mostly dry. Except his legs his pants were still damp. Ah well at least he didn't smell anymore. Thank Gaia he hadn't gotten any of the whatever it was on his skin. He stretches out and basks in the warmth noticing the woman huddled up shivering. Served her right! She was violent, proud, and stubborn. He should just let her freeze! Yup that is what he should do, so why did he not want to?
Sid realized he felt sort of bad for the pie thing. He had humiliated her just because she pointed an arrow at him and hadn't said thank you. Which too be fair was valid reason to be pissed. Still what did revenge ever get you? In this case it almost got him throttled in a river. Perhaps he could try and extend an olive branch. She might make him regret but he had been the smaller man this entire time... Wait did that expression make sense when one of them was a woman? He wasn't sure. He rolls over so his back is to her and the fire. He growls a bit then says just loud enough to be heard.
"If you want to come sit by the fire go ahead. I won't even ask you to apologize."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 14:23:17 GMT -8
Her head perked up a bit as she heard him call out, and she glanced to see him turned away from her. She scowled at his back; a part of her wanted to tell to jump off a cliff, but with how the cold had seeped into her bones she was seriously debating on playing nice enough to get warm by the fire. She didn't move for a minute or two, just staring at him and the fire.
Eventually... she gave in. She managed to pry her limbs apart and stand, shuffling over near the warmth and then quietly settling herself into the grass - for some reason, hoping he hadn't heard her weakness in taking his invitation. It was already annoying enough she gave into that... and he damn well better have meant the second part, because she wasn't apologizing. Nope. Never. She just sits there, knees drawn up again and arms about her thighs, with a leer directed at the river.
Sometime after that, Artair moved in. The stallion approached the light and began to graze closer to the pair of them, without a fret to the man.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 14:39:44 GMT -8
Sid stubbornly remains on his side when she comes to the fire. He didn't want her to think he cared that she took his invitation. He'd just ignore her yup, wouldn't even look at her. Never mind that his back was uncomfortably hot, never mind that his pants would dry unevenly.
Sid rapidly grew to regret his stubbornness. His back felt like was burned, but the rest of him was cold. Fortunately something happened to give him an excuse to sit up. A horse walked over. He stirs and stretches stiffly then looks at the animal. It was a nice horse and saddled probably belonged to her who must not be looked at. Still he liked horses so he made a little calling noise. He was a member of the Snapdragon clan and had a natural affinity for animals. The horse cam over and snuffed at him and got a few scratches under the neck.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 15:32:12 GMT -8
Artair, contrary to what one might think, was not saddled or even bore a bridle. He was as true to nature as any wild animal, but his personality contrasted the common feral part. He didn't mind coming closer to the man and letting him show him a bit of affection.
However, it didn't sit well with Catriona. She felt a bit betrayed, but... Artair didn't foster hatred to anyone. She knew that. It made her look over what made their own little connection so sour from the very start. That didn't help her pride any, and she didn't want to admit that she might have been hasty. Then again, it had been in the heat of an engagement-
Why the hell was she reconsidering this?! This was all his fault! Without even thinking on it, she let out an angry huff through her nose as her mind kept flip flopping in the battle with her pride. Her scowl shifted from Artair to the fire and that's where it stayed for now.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 16:22:15 GMT -8
Eventually the horse got hungry and Sid dropped his hands letting it return to grazing. He glances at the woman the horse liked her, he could tell. Maybe she wasn't so bad animals were good judges of character after all. This is the first time he actually got a good look at her. All the other times had been from a distance, or in the middle of a fight. Huh if it wasn't for the scowl she'd be rather p... NOPE! No, no, no, no, no, no! One hundred and fifty percent nope. She was as mean as a rattler and as unreasonable as a toddler, he needed none of that. He turns his eyes to the fire.
Specter ambled out of the forest a few minutes later. The great white wolf approached the fire and let out a long canine yawn. He then circled over to the woman. The great beast sniffed at her curiously, trying to sniff her hands and face. Sid looked aghast as his companion did this. What was that traitor doing? She was the enemy! Well not really, but kind of.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 16:29:40 GMT -8
Her gaze flicked up as the wolf appeared. Now no longer in the heart of a fight, he was actually a beautiful creature. Granted, she had hunted a number of wolves for food and fur, but that didn't make her appreciate them any less. They were lovely creatures, strong in their fortitude for companionship and family, and good hunters. If he would allow, after a few moments to consider it, she would dare to lift a hand and try to pet the top of his head gingerly. For all she knew, he might try to bite. Her expression softened at the puppy-like curiosity of the animal, and even a small smile tugged at her lips. "... hello there," she murmurs softly. She had forgotten about her squabble with Sidarin for now, her attention absorbed into the wolf.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 17:36:24 GMT -8
Specter allow the woman to pet him. After a moment he chuffs a bit and moves his head so her hand is near his ear. He shakes a bit trying to indicate that she should scratch. Sid watches and scowls. "Traitor." He mumbles under his breath. What was Specter doing! He couldn't possibly like her, she was terrible! Not only did she not thank him, she threatened him, and insulted him! All of it unprovoked! Well mostly unprovoked, perhaps it was a bit reasonable for her to be cautious during a big fight. At least it was smart of her to do so at first. After he clarified who he was she should have been a bit nicer. Grumbling Sid tosses another log on the fire. His stomach begins to rumble, great he was hungry. Things had gone so south at the festival he hadn't gotten enough to eat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 17:52:47 GMT -8
She can't help a soft chuckle as the wolf indicates where to pet, and she scratches him real good behind the ears. She even unfurls herself and brings the second hand over - scratching both at once for good measure. He was a sweet wolf, to be sure - much like a hunting dog.
Something was muttered but she didn't catch it - she let it go, anyhow. Her attention was on the wolf for a while, petting and scratching and rubbing to make him happy. As she continued giving the animal affection she felt her temper start to cool down, and proper reasoning was starting to take hold. The only problem was swallowing her pride to do the right thing. Instead she sought something else... but what?
"... he's a beautiful wolf," she says aloud where he could hear. "Really sweet, too."
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 18:00:01 GMT -8
Specter wagged his tail happily as he got what he wanted. Eventually he simply plopped down resting his massive head in her lap. Given he was three feet at the shoulder, this was more comfortable than bending down his head for her. Sid glared at the wolf as he sucked up. Damn wolf was too smart for his own good and too eager to mend bridges. He blinks as she speaks. Where those words approaching polite? Directed at him? He open his mouth to shoot out a sarcastic reply. He then shuts it. He doesn't want to get attacked again. He stirs the fire and thinks on his response.
"His name is Specter. He's sweet enough if he likes your smell. You must not be as bad as I think, if he's willing to let you touch him."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 18:07:51 GMT -8
"Specter, huh? Well... I'm grateful he doesn't mind me."
She goes quiet for a while and settles with stroking his furry belly with a hand, giving him a good scratch on the occasion. The awkward silence between the pair stretched on for a little ways, and she scrambled her brain for something else to say. Eventually she figured... it was probably worth addressing the buck in the room, so to speak.
"... I could've handled them. I wasn't trying to kill them - I just wanted them gone. I was just going to ward them off," she mutters, looking down at the happy wolf in her lap. She refused to bring her gaze up to him.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 18:25:08 GMT -8
Specter would never do anything as undignified as like a human. Still this one was getting close to making him want to. He enjoyed the belly rub immensely. The great wolf was very comfortable and very pleased. It didn't care that the two humans were being silly an awkward. Sid sat in the awkward silence he wasn't going to try and say anything. Nope let her enjoy the traitor and he would just sit in sullen silence. That was the plan until she broke it again. Was she serious? She could've handled them? He suppresses a snort, it comes out like a grunt of disbelief.
"Well what I saw was one woman running from two men. With three more in the wings. I assumed that you needed help. So since I was going to attack them anyway I did. And it's not like I was trying to kill them. I was trying to injure them so I could bring them in. Since experience has taught me that if one bounty hunter tells five criminals to surrender, they don't. And when they don't you tend to get your shit kicked."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 19:01:32 GMT -8
The woman huffs quietly in response. "You already admitted that you didn't see me hiding, and I know they didn't either. At least give me that," she grumbles. "And I know they wouldn't listen to words. My intent was deception. If I could make them believe I wasn't alone, that they were overwhelmed, then they'd leave. And if it came down to it... I know how to target joints to immobilize."
Her gaze would come up to meet his own across the fire. "... you know who they were?" she inquires, her tone calming down to a less hostile one.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 19:13:10 GMT -8
"You're right, didn't see you until you fired the arrow. That was when I stepped up my time table of attack. Still, hitting joints to immobilize? Heard of that, never seen it."
Sid stares back at her for a moment, then drops his gaze. He doesn't feel wholly comfortable making eye contact for some reason. He chews on her question, scrounging up what he remembers of the group. Once he has his thoughts in order he speaks.
"Group of Bone Scavengers from the Draconic Forest. Desecrate burial sites for the bones. Use them as weapons and tools. The group that I dealt with was particularly nasty even for scavengers. They had about five deaths to their names maybe more and a lot more robberies. They needed to be brought in."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 19:21:00 GMT -8
She felt a bit of bile in her throat at his words but she swallowed it down and cleared her throat. "So... they weren't just scavengers. They likely would kill whatever came to engage them, hmm?" she mutters, lowering her eyes to the dancing fire once more. Her affection to Specter continued but as she grew more into their small conversation her hand began to slow the stroking over his fur. "... then it's probably not a bad thing you showed up, after all."
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 20:05:57 GMT -8
Not a bad thing he showed up? Sid glanced at her when she made that comment. That was almost an apology, if a very indirect one. Huh well it was better than nothing he supposed. Maybe he should indirectly apologize for the pie thing? How the hell would he do that? His stomach growls again and he checks his clothes mostly dry. He begins to shrug them back on as he dresses he speaks.
"Well I need to find something to eat... Sorry about the pie thing. It was rather petty of me. Plus if I hadn't wasted it on you I wouldn't be hungry now."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 20:55:39 GMT -8
It did her heart quite a bit of good to hear the apology. Maybe he wasn't quite the stuck-up mule she took him to be. She brought her eyes up to watch him dress, and a very small smile creeps onto her expression.
"... you know... for what it's worth - you were never in any danger," she admits. "At least not from me... I've never taken a human life. I don't want to. I just... was trying to stop the fighting. Knowing now about those scavengers, I wish I hadn't interrupted... for that I apologize.
"... oh. And... if you want," she adds, jutting a thumb over her shoulder to her pile of armor and pack and weapons, "I have some jerky in my bag." She leaves it at that, for him to answer as he wished.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 22, 2016 21:34:01 GMT -8
"Well for what it's worth I don't make a habit of killing people. Even the ones who might deserve it."
Well there it was an actual apology. Sid gave the woman a small smile and nodded his head. Accepting the apology without further comment. The offer of food is considered. Would save him the effort of hunting something down or heading back into town. He debates this for a moment before his choice is made for him. Specter begins to snore loudly in the woman's lap. Once he feel asleep there was no waking the wolf. Not if you wanted to keep your hands at any rate. Sighing and shaking his head the bounty hunter retakes his seat.
"I'll take the jerky sure, thank you... My name is Sidarin by the way. Since we are making amends and all that."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 22:42:55 GMT -8
Catriona was very careful to shift herself out from under the sleeping pup... er, wolf - trying not to disturb him. Once she was free she would wander away from the fire, to where her things lay, and gather them up to bring into the light. The leather was laid out in addition to her weapons and pack, which she dove into for the paper wrap drawn with a leather cord. She left the bag there and walked around the fire towards him. Once he was within arm's reach she held out the package for him to take and then took a seat again, curling up her knees to her chest. Just the few moments away from the fire had let a chill set in - she was starting to get tired of the cold that seemed to be well fixed in her bones.
If/when he opened it he would find some spiced elk jerky to partake of.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 23, 2016 12:52:20 GMT -8
Well apparently her sharing mood didn't extend to her name. Roarik had mentioned who he thought she was, but he didn't want to use a name he hadn't been given. Still she was sharing food and that was a plus. Sid takes the offered pouch gratefully and digs into the Jerky. As he chews on the tough meat he notices her reaction. Had the chill set in already? That could be bad for her, might lead to sickness. If his courser was around he'd offer her a blanket. Actually where had the horse gotten off to. He gets to his feet and lets out a piercing whistle. The stupid Raven caws, Specter stirs but remains asleep, and a few minutes later his horse comes ambling across the river. Unlike her horse his is saddled which means saddle bags. He pulls out a blanket first and dumps it next to her without a word. He then grabs a kettle and sets about preparing some tea. Wait why the hell was he doing all this for her? Probably best not to dwell on it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 20:30:38 GMT -8
Her head came up when he whistled, and she saw the saddled animal come bounding near. She didn't pay him much mind after that... until the blanket was dropped beside her, which made her jump slightly. She glances to it and then to him, but he's working to fill and set a kettle over the fire rather than looking to her. Perhaps he was trying to avoid eye contact. Regardless, she took the blanket and unfolded it, and snuggled up tightly within the folds. It definitely helped with the chill - it was already warm and it trapped the heat from the fire.
"... thank you," she murmurs softly, offering him a small smile again. "And... my apologies. I didn't think on it. I'm Catriona Angharad. Of the Celadine."
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