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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 6:30 pm
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Ruzski, former warlord of the Stormborn, was late to meet his son. He had promised the young lion that he would show him the basics of using the artificial claws a few lions used in battle, and it had taken him longer than he would have liked to figure out where he had put his set since last he used them. He strongly suspected that Gyllene had tidied them, back when they were still together. Back when he was still the warlord. In other words, it had been a while.
The pride was crowded, though, and the artificial claws were not the only thing Ruzski was bringing with him. He'd also found several pelts that he was going to ask Peril to take to Kazul because they were the kind of fur he remembered she had once liked. He might have brought them to her himself, he supposed, but she didn't really trust gifts coming from him anymore.
Despite the crowd, Ruzski was surprised that it had taken him so long to realize that the lioness on the boulder was calling after him to stop. Had she not leapt onto the boulder, likely he would not have noticed her at all, but he was accustomed to watching for people behaving out of the ordinary.
He stopped amid the flow of other lions and looked back at the mostly purple lioness, who seemed to have some of the furs he'd been carrying for Kazul. He must have dropped them. With some effort, he turned around and began cutting across the other lions to move toward the boulder. Why were there so many lions moving about in this area today?
Annchen Sorry it took me so long to reply. Minor emergency at work kept me later than I anticipated.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 2:07 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 12:57 pm
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Ruzski met the lioness in the middle of the thoroughfare, his head very slightly tilted to one side as he considered her. She looked familiar. Of course, he'd encountered literally hundreds of lions in his time living with the Stormborn, to say nothing of the outlanders he'd met on vikings, so a mild tingling of familiarity didn't mean much to him. The fact that she could call him by name was also not much of a surprise. She was old enough that she would have been around during his time as a warlord.
"Thank you," he said. "I don't know how you even managed to notice in this crowd. Obviously I didn't."
Okay, yeah. He wasn't using the lioness's name. He didn't remember it. Instead he was borrowing one of Kazul's tricks where he just tried to avoid using it as naturally as possible by encouraging the other lion to do all the talking. Of course, there were risks that came with that, notably the fact that he was already late to meet his son, but he could still take the time to be polite to this lioness. It wasn't like he could become un-late by being rude.
Annchen That sounds good. I'll do my best to stay up, too, getting purge things taken care of,
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 3:14 pm
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Tuuri beamed at the ex-warlord. Noticing the dropped bundle was part luck and part being good at noticing things. She’d also been lucky enough to manage to figure out who had dropped it.. No one else seemed to have noticed or cared about the bundle, so she was happy to receive a thanks for it.
”I just notice things, I guess,” she said, but she wasn’t noticing that Ruzski hadn’t used her name or asked for it... ”I wonder what’s up today. Everyone wants to walk right here for some reason.”
Perhaps it was just the time of day. It was the natural path to take from one area to the other, and with those boulders in the way people kind of clogged up. How hard would it be to move them, and would that result in less crowding? She forced herself back to the presence. Figuring things out was fun, but spacing out while in company was just not nice.
”Oh, would you like me to help carrying this,” she asked, ”I’m not really doing anything right this moment so...”
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 3:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 4:32 am
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Once they'd both taken on their assorted items, Ru could feel himself relaxing. It was ridiculous, of course, that a former warlord should dread encountering one of his children just because they were likely to be rude and awful, but he did. Despite everything, he loved his children, and their mother, too, and he hated to disappoint them, as he frequently felt he did.
"Don't you care for the flytings then?" he asked, his smile coming easily. "I think it's wonderful how a particularly creative insult can make its way into the vocabulary of the younger Stormborn for a while. Remember a while back when everyone was being called a whiskerless wingle? I still don't know what a wingle is."
This was veering dangerously close to old lion talk but Ru didn't notice. That was usually how it started though. Not noticing that you now fall on the side of "don't young people talk funny?" instead of being one of the funny-talking young people. If he had realized what he was doing, Ru would have been horrified. Absolutely horrified.
Annchen My pleasure. Thank you so much for helping me bang out this RP. But I'm drawing a loss. When did he and Tuuri meet before?
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