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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 3:55 pm
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Shireen laid on the beach watching the tide roll in. She had completed her first viking successfully, but she did not know how she felt about it. It did leave her with a sense of accomplishment, to be a reaver instead of just your average run of the mill storm born, but the how was the problem. The black, skull-clad lioness, Delphi, had been a little overwhelming and overpowering for their little party. Shireen’s understanding was that the lioness came from a different pride, something to do with Demons. The dark lioness shuddered and kind of shrugged, thinking about it. She guess that kind of explained things, but she still did not like it. She sighed and rolled over on the sand, letting the ocean come up further and lap at her toes. Maybe she should become a captain and set a better standard for things.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 6:46 pm
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Brynhildr was also disappointed by her fellow reaver’s behavior on their last viking. It had not been her first outing, in fact, she was only a couple more vikings away from being a captain herself, but it was sadly similar to her premier outing. On her fist viking, her brother had gone too far and taken a thrall. He violated her own personal code, in her opinion. They were born of a thrall (until their mother and grandmother was claimed by their great aunt and made into freeborns) so it did not seem right to put others through that same experience. Their grandmother, Chayah, still bore the scars of when they were captured and taken into the pride. She shook her head and tutted at the memory. True, now, her brother and his thrall were trying to have cubs of their own and seemed to be quite taken with one another, but she would not be too surprised if Hroovitnir went out on a viking tomorrow and took another thrall (maybe a male one, this time, so he would not fall in love with it).
The white lioness trotted down the beach, she found it relaxing, she always had. A bit down the ways on the sand, she saw Shireen, one of her viking team members.
“It is a good day to die, Shireen!” she called out.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:21 pm
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Brynhildr let out a big puff of air and shook her head as she sat down next to her fellow reaver.
“That Delphi, huh?” The reaver from the pride of demons certainly had strong ideas about how to run around and be a viking.
“Did you hear she came from a pride of demons? Do you think that’s why she’s got that getup with the skull and everything?” She tilted her head and searched Shireen for answers. What did that even mean, “demons?” Did they fight demons? Did they worship them? Did the lions think that they, themselves, were demons? Because any of those things seemed ridiculous. Granted, she had just had some aunts and uncles sired by a god, but that was neither here nor there. Gods were always known of. Demons? Psst, just scary bedtime stories for cubs, she thought. And, she considered, the lioness had not joined their pride alone. She had come with her purple father and equally purple sister.
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