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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 6:12 pm
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SO many changes, the male was glad his sister had left. Though at the same time, he missed her a great deal. While he had his other twin there, he had been closer to slivka so with her gone there was a void in his heart and it was likely reflected in his eyes. Still, he was truly happy she didn't have to suffer through the changes this pride was going through, particularly towards it's females.
Soft gaze fell upon the pale female with skull markings and she seemed familiar, he felt as though he'd seen her around, just never had a chance to speak to her before.
Guess he was going to change that now.
"It's a good day to die." Average greeting to start with as he got close enough to speak in soft tones with her.
"What do you think about the current situation within the pride?" He knew plenty of females who were taken aback by the changes and he was curious to know how she felt about the whole thing. He agreed with them, they shouldn't be seen lesser, but he wasn't warlord so he really didn't have a say.
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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 7:38 pm
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"A good day, indeed," Sunna responded with a dip of her head. She mulled over the male's question for a moment before replying. "I've never felt the desire to lead a Warband so I'm not particularly upset about being told I can't. Though I can't say I'm very fond of the reasoning. And what say you on the changes?"
In truth, Sunna had never had the desire for fighting or Viking and had never wanted to become a Reaver or Captain. She was far from flower-blooded; in fact, she was a capable combatant with a fiery spirit. She just wasn't interested in a warrior's life, opting instead to pursue the life of a priestess.
She was, however, incredibly displeased with hearing she was "less" because of her gender or her rogue blood. This newcomer Warlord of theirs clearly didn't know his pride very well if he thought females were any "less" of anything. But, she held her tongue for the time being, at least publicly.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I am Sunnbein."
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 10:26 am
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Sunna nodded heartedly at Milas' response. In her eyes, there were no grounds to the new Warlord's statement that females couldn't do the same jobs as males; after all, plenty of the pride's females had already been doing it and proved themselves just as capable. If someone could do something, why not let them?
"Hear, hear. I couldn't agree with you more," she responded. Then, "Yes, I'd heard you were originally from outside the pride. My mother was as well, though my siblings and I were born here. I sometimes wonder what it would be like elsewhere, but not so much as to find out."
Sunna smiled at Milas' comment. "Thank you; it's sweet of you to say." She nodded in acknowledgement of his name. "Well met, Milas."
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 4:54 pm
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Sunna wondered briefly if Milas' mother was also a Thrall, but bit her tongue against the question. It was doubtful. Most lions and lionesses that came to the Stormborn challenged their way in, and were awarded the status of Freeborn. Her mother had had the same choice, but unfortunately, no desire to fight. So she had agreed to be "captured" and spend her life in "servitude" to her "master", Sunna's father, Tryggr. The only happy thing these changes had brought about - in Sunna's eyes - was her mother's existence in the pride being recognized for what it truly was - she was now known publicly as Tryggr's Wife, as she had always secretly been, not his slave, as she had pretended to be.
Shaking her head as if shaking off the thought, Sunna listened to Milas' comments about the outside world. She smiled brightly and teasingly responded.
"How positively vague and neutral. My curiosity shall be forever sated." The smirk on her lips was nothing next to the laughter in her eyes.
"The changes really don't affect my plans; I've always sought to be a Priestess. I've been an apprentice since adolescence and my training is completed, but I still have to wait to be welcomed as a full Priestess." Sunna herself wasn't sure what the holdup was. Perhaps there could only be so many Priestesses at once? Perhaps they were expecting some divine sign? Either way, she was happy to continue bettering her skills while she waited. "What about you, Milas? What future do you see for yourself here?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 6:23 pm
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Sunna smiled and shook her head, all in good fun of course. Had she known Milas better, perhaps she would have given him a good-natured shoulder- or hip-check. Alas, it was a little too early in her eyes, and her ear twitched with slight awkwardness at just the thought of how poorly that might be received.
"No, I don't think you had." Sunna cocked her head in mild curiosity. She was aware of Milas' sister - twin, actually, if she recalled correctly - but hadn't known there were any others. "Are they all here with you?"
Sunna's surprise was entirely based on how she hadn't noticed the other eight siblings, provided they were in the pride. Large families didn't scare her - she loved her family, and would love even more to be part of a huge brood. Or have one of her own someday. Besides, as far as impressive family ties went, Sunna was the granddaughter of a god.
"Thank you," Sunna responded with a warm smile. Milas was turning out to be quite the sweetheart. "Well, your experience as a Reaver may help you be a better Lawspeaker in the end."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 12:28 pm
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"You'll have to arrange some introductions sometime," Sunna smiled. Odd, she thought silently to herself, that the comment was actually genuine, and not just a pleasantry. While she was never outwardly rude, Sunna was known to be generally aloof among her pride members; friendly enough, but without getting invested or close to people. That was the way she preferred things. Usually.
Sunna's smile regained a hint of its impish smirk as she replied, "Now it's my turn to be glad to provide service." She finished the comment with a playful wink.
"Mind? Of course not. In fact, I think I'd rather like it." Milas really was sweet. As the two turned to pad off in the direction of Sunna's den, she lightly bumped her flank against Milas' - gentle enough that it could be played off as an accident, a very deliberate move on the part of generally-no-touching and unaffectionate Sunna.
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