Shayra - there was an age undreamed of...

[10:37:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had left the cave, though without a real plan, perhaps hunting, perhaps further training after those last days of being forced to pause on that. She feels grim, and such reflects on her face, not the best of moods - being able to move means also to have to care for things that had went wrong again. She marches down the trench of the canyon so, leading from the caves to the tunnel that leads to the forest near the village. She stops yet as she faces a dark clad man on the way. Despite whatever faction he might hail to, she lifts her axe in greeting. "Shayra greet man! You hunt?" She calls in her rough barbarian dialect, "or what seek? Who are you?"

[10:38:30] Jaed'n Thriss: moved through the trees and the forest grasses with a hunter's stealth, but the man wasn't dressed as a hunter. He didn't fit in with the vibrant greens, and he didn't carry a bow or sword that could be seen. Nor did he seem to be heading to one particular area or another - His path was crooked and wandering. He stopped when he saw tents, and some kind of horn. His eyes, dark black mirrors in his head, scanned around the narrowing valley and saw the barbarian woman. She asked him what he sought and he paused, as if there was no answer to that. "Civilization, I suppose. I am not hostile."

[10:42:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the man as he thinks about what to reply, and hears then what he chose to. She grunts, then spits to the floor aside of herself. "Man seek civilized, man seek weak, people there no honor." She snorts about his quest. "Village people no strong, village fighter no dare fight. Village woman use evil magic. People push dagger in back!" She sounds convinced about what she tells, and the dismay about the village is also well visible in how she moves her nose, how the brinks of her lips form a deep frown.

[10:45:40] Jaed'n Thriss: moved closer, though he could hear her just fine from where he was. "You're almost certainly correct." He had his own experiences with that sort of thing. He had hoped to move beyond it, but the fact was that large groups of people simply behaved like that. "Are you suggesting that you, and.. Whomever lives here does not do that sort of thing? Where am I, anyway?"

[10:50:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods gravely to confirm his words about her being correct. The question about if this is done here or not she does not get though, cannot understand long sentences without dot or comma. "Shayra strong! Shayra honor! Shayra proud! Shayra hate magic, hate no honest people!" She grunts in reply, in a tone that resembles a command, "Shayra suggest you in Wayward. Forest path to mountain. Deep forest." She had understood the part with the suggesting and the question about where he is - though nothing in between. "You say name, then you come. Shayra offer rest and drink, offer meat!" Another command, apparently there is an issue to modulate her voice other than as command or question, but hospitality is holy to her.

[10:53:44] Jaed'n Thriss: saw that communication was going to become an issue. So he decided to keep it short.. Shorter.. Than he had been. "My name is Jai. I would appreciate.. Rest. Water." He threw his cloak open a little to show that there were no swords hidden under there.. There was a dagger on his waist and another on his wrist, though. He moved towards her, keeping a few steps away, and looked past her into the camp. It seemed empty. "Lead me."

[10:56:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the man as he comes closer, takes her heavy waraxe into the other hand to reach out her left hand to take his wrist and offer her own in a symbol of peaceful intend and greeting. "Shayra invite Jai, Jai come!" She will say after such, and turn to march back, deeper into the canyon, where the mountain flank opens into a deep cave. She will lead him to their own.

[11:00:25] Jaed'n Thriss: seemed nervous at having his hand touched. The barest hint of a twitch, but he allowed himself to be lead deeper into the mountain pass. They moved into the mountain caves, and he seemed to relax somewhat. He didn't seem to need to adapt to the darkness, strangely. Hospitality, however, was strange enough. He did not trust the woman, but she was alone and couldn't present much of a threat. He went to the center.. Stump. It wasn't a table, it was a stump. He sat with his back facing none of the entrances, and looked up at her curiously.

[11:04:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) closes the door behind him, not locking it, then brings her axe and bow into a chamber that is separated from the main hall by a fur curtain. "Jai sit well, wait, Shayra bring meal, bring drink!" She tells in her commanding tone after reappearing, and moves over to prepare a big plate of venison meat, rough dark bread and also two wooden mugs together with a big pitcher of grog. Such she places onto the crude table, then sits down herself, quite similar to how he sits, cross legged. "Jai eat, drink, find rest." She invites once more, but takes from the food and drink first to show it is not poisoned or the like. "Jai no like village? Villager been evil to Jai?"

[11:08:21] Jaed'n Thriss: "I've been to many villages. Villages far from here. They have all been evil." He kept his words simple, even when the over simplification bothered him. They were dangerous, and he could not find a place for himself there, but they were not evil. He had seen real evil. He took some of the venison, sniffed it, and then started taking large, greedy bites from it. The ale suffered a similar fate, and he drank one mug after another.

[11:13:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) will not stop refilling the plate or mug for the guest. It is a part of the hospitality, and the more he eats just means she has to work the more, hunting, trading, raiding, stealing, whichever. "Shayra from Mountain Lion tribe, before Shayra man claimed Shayra wife, now Bear Scars. Shayra raided many village, slay many men, make many women lament, scream, cry. Strong raider. Much joy, much honor." She explains to that, wanting to show that she had seen many villages as well. Barbarians are not rarely raiders. She drinks herself as well, eats, just with less hunger as she had eaten already. "Shayra no stick dagger back, Mountain Lions no lie, no shame other, only defeat, slay. If other no enough strong, other own fault." She is curious about the man in a way, why he would wonder the deep forests alone, but such might be asked about after his meal at least.

[11:18:38] Jaed'n Thriss: would at a certain point decide to rein in his greed, and slow down. It may have been because he felt empathy for her poverty, but it may also have been because he didn't want to be slow if he were attacked. Trust was difficult for him. "This Bear Scar man claimed you. Now you can not raid?" The man looked up at her with his dark eyes, only briefly. In a way they did not seem to be human eyes. But the rest of him looked like a man, was shaped like a man.. "I do not like to stick daggers in backs either. But cities are too large. You can not slay every evil person."

[11:23:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not noticed that his eyes look perhaps inhumane, the rest of his appearance actually tricks her in that aspect. Utmost looks like man, he is man, in her eyes. "No No!" She calls out, laughs a guttural laughter. "Dirk challenge Shayra for battle, Dirk win battle, now Shayra wife of Dirk, be his clan. Be Bear Scar, was Mountain Lion. Shayra raid, Shayra fight aside Dirk. Fight many enemy, slay many, much honor, much joy! Shayra strong!" She commands her explanation and gifts him a proud gaze. She is not really poor, she just lives very simple and has no clue about the worth of certain items other than weapons. "Shayra no fear slay many, slay all evil. If Shayra want, slay all city, with clan! Share fun, share honor! You fight evil? You fight loot weak ones?"

[11:28:22] Jaed'n Thriss: "Weakness is relative." He started on the thought, but then imagined that it would be too complicated for her to understand. "I have slain the weak. I have tortured them, fed them to animals. I have seen many proud things turned evil, Shayra. I grow tired of slaying. But sometimes it must be done." He seemed to slip into his own world for a moment, talking without thinking instead of phrasing it in simple english. He finished one last mug of grog, and then slid it and the meat away. It would give her something to do instead of ask him what he meant.

[11:33:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) reaches over to refill his mug and plate when she finds both empty and him still sitting straight. If one has enough, one leaves the rest in the vessels or falls over drunk in the end, no? "Weakness is weakness, one be weak or strong. Shayra strong!" She grunts to that - relative strength? No, too much for her brain. "Weak no honor, no busy much training. Do stupid thing all day! Shayra live battle, live feast, live work!" Another bit about her life and values, given the joys of the body she had just been introduced recently for the first time. It would now be part of feasting, optional part. "Shayra never tired fighting. If tired, Shayra dead. Then Shayra face goddess, and goddess ask: How many slay! If Shayra then say few, goddess laugh, no let Shayra sit aside, no let Shayra feast, no feast goddess table! No honor!"

[11:39:06] Jaed'n Thriss: held his hand out over the plate. "No, I have had enough." He didn't know if that would be offensive to her or not. He decided to change the topic. "How many live in your clan? How many Bear Scars?" He had counted a half dozen family sized tents out there, plus this hall.. But then, the way they fought, there might be many dead. He took a brief glance at the woman's barely clothed body as they both leaned over, and he had to stop her from refilling his platter. But with those black eyes it was hard to tell what he thought or wanted.

[11:44:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs and sits back to refill her own mug. Apparently she can take a Lot of alcohol. "Bear Scar no all here, no yet. Dirk bring Shayra clan home, or call clan come. Clan meet Shayra, Shayra new Bear Scar!" She explains all willingly, "Soon another new Bear Scar..." her hand wanders to her skin above the rim of her broad belt, resides there, "Shayra hope boy. Boy be much honor Shayra." It matters not much usually if a child is a boy or girl, in her tribe at least both genders count the same, but then there is a tiny bit more respect to give birth to boys as those are less often somehow. She drinks another big swig, but also recognizes the gaze of the man to her upper body. "Shayra dress Mountain Lion men, Jai no like? Only wear this..." she touches that chainmail bra top, "... because village, usually no wear, like men. Shayra come from Farland, deep south, deserts, mountains, much hot."

[11:49:20] Jaed'n Thriss: could blame the alcohol later. He usually did. If he was not human, he certainly had some of the same issues that men had with liquor, including judgement. She belonged to another, she'd said this. But the stranger reached out with one dense, muscled arm, and took ahold of her girdle. He tugged her over towards him. Not forcing her, but pulling firmly. If she let him she'd find her backside pressed against him, and the man reaching for his ale again despite what he had said. "Jai likes. It must be uncomfortable."

[11:54:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds herself being pulled over, something as uncommon to her that it puzzles her enough to not defend in time. "Why Jai have Shayra close? Shayra no bondservant, Shayra wife of Dirk!" She grunts out, though reaches forwards to fetch her grog mug. Having such an iron top cover herself, in a way, is indeed uncomfortable to her, iron gets terribly hot under the sun, and she sees no real use for hiding her chest - the men of her tribe never did that either - other than that she was told to cover in civilization. "Shayra feast Jai, but feast only meal, drink! Else Dirk shame, no happy. Else Dirk really angry, no good!" For whom it would not be good she leaves out so far. It is not really forbidden to be with others, only her loyalty tells her such, and there is not yet enough booze in her to change her mind. That she cannot get pregnant a second time parallel to the first she does not even know.

[12:00:00] Jaed'n Thriss: slid one of those large arms around her shoulders, holding her against him lightly. He can feel the subtle motions of her body, none of which are currently moving away from him. That, combined with the vibrations of drunkenness, were enough to spur his interest further. He reached into his cloak and drew something out. He held it up in front of her.. It looked like the claw of an eagle, but denser, and much, much larger. It sat in a rough leather sheath that he slid off of it.. The claw was a dingy gold in color, and slightly translucient. "Have you ever seen one of these, Shayra?"

[12:04:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is currently not scared, nor even much touched in morals. She is far from as prude as the village women of high status when it comes to physical things. If that though is also yet increased by the alcohol cannot be told. She feels the arm around the shoulder. "Jai live in much cold, much alone, lately...." She begins to speak, but gets distracted then by the claw produced from a sheath. "That claw of small winglion? Like mountain lion, with wings, with eagle beak, with eagle hand, with lion feet." She asks. She had seen griffons in her life in the deep south. "Jai slay? Good kill, much fame! Good trophy!"

[12:09:48] Jaed'n Thriss: smiles, an expression he hasn't shown her yet. There's a low laugh, and then he says "Griffon. You mean a griffon. No. This is from a golden dragon. I have only seen two in my life, and I was lucky. I did not kill it. I captured it." He let the claw roll between his fingers like a twig, but it was too large. In his drunkenness he dropped it, and it hit the table. The sharp tip sank into the wood with barely a sound. He leaves it there for a moment, looking down the line of Shayra's neck and over her chest. "It is very special to me."

[12:13:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not even see his smile while she stares at the claw. She looks in pure, maybe even childish, amazement. "Dragon claw?" She asks, breathlessly, even though her nostrils flare and her chest heaves from excitement. "Shayra no see dragon, only hear tales as child. Jai Dragonfriend?" Another question, if this could be part of his name. "Dragon very big, very strong, no? Shayra hear, ancestors of ancestors ride dragon, had big kingdom. But then grew lazy, be defeated. Now only tribes left, tribe like Mountain Lion. Shayra never saw dragon!" She reaches out to touch the claw, to hold it maybe even, does not ask about it, just does it - yet without any intend to steal it, just to admire it.

[12:19:17] Jaed'n Thriss: "Jai is not a dragon friend. Jai took this without asking." Among many other things. He let her touch the claw. The surface felt like slick glass, with barely felt cracks along it's surface. It was harder than steel, and slightly warm from being inside his cloak. He reached up and brushed some of her dark hair away from her neck.. And when he did so, he froze. "You are right. I have spent a very long time alone. And I should go back." He grips the claw and rocks it back and forth until it comes out of the wooden stump. Then he puts it back in it's sheath, and into his cloak. He pulls away from her and gets up from the furs.

[12:24:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels this kind of affection as somewhat homely. Guests in her old tribe had been taking her onto their laps when she was yet a young girl, and caressed her gently while she had only boasted about her heroic deeds, kills and what not. They had laughed heartily and praised her for it. "Jai no need go!" She barks though this time as he gets up, though would neither insist on him staying. One never knows about the business of others. But a part of her hospitality would be that he could sleep right where he sat as well. And she stands up as well. "Jai Dragon Claw stay forest, stay mountain. No go village. Villager lie, villager dishonor. And villagers cowards, with magic. No dare fight enemy, even if enemy slay villager. Very strange, very evil. Shayra better, more strong, more valor. Villager want money all, Shayra friendly."

[12:29:04] Jaed'n Thriss: "But I should. It was a pleasure meeting you, Shayra Bear Scar." He reached into his cloak.. His motions slow and purposeful, because of the ale. But he made no mistakes, and drew out a small vial with a pale blue liquid in it. "Take this, when the child comes. It will make your pain less." He set it on the table and turned, moving to the door. He did not look back. Better to go than to make the same old mistake, again.

(([12:30:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): What exactly is in that vial?
[12:30:31] Shane (gerant.despres): Just a painkiller.))


((next day, though so many plays destroyed by others that it does not qualify for a post of its own...))

[08:14:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves to the forest. She wants to hunt, get new meat. As so often she had not taken a good spear, but this pesky bow for that - solely because she has no spear currently that is to her liking. She just walks though into the forest area, not trying even to hide or sneak so far.

[08:19:54] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) was sitting on top of the rock enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin, It was one of the few pleasures she got. She could hear the foot steps and smell the scent of the woman as she approached. Not moving anything but her eyes she watched as the woman moved through the forest. She noted the way she moved, the weapon she held and then laughed softly to herself. The laugh sounded more like the chuff of a cat than an actual laugh. Humans always seemed so clumsy the way they hunter, even those who were so experienced. Shifting on her spot, she made noise alerting the woman to her presence without actually speaking.

[08:23:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stops, not having even planned such, to a sound from atop, or two sounds that did not belong there. A mountain lion?! One sound had definitely sounded feline, and her hopes had gone up to see the animal that was name giver of her old tribe. She looks up, trying to find something, someone, best the animal she had hoped for, strong, deft and dangerous - like her tribe was. But she sees only a woman. Then there would be no mountainlion - she does not look stressed as she would be if being the lion's prey. "Shayra greet!" She calls up, in a crude barbarian dialect of the far Farland's south, and lifts a hand in greeting. "Woman saw animal? Good prey? Strong boar, strong bear, many meat?!"

[08:29:59] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) canted her head to the side upon hearing the woman speak. It was such a strange sound, guttural almost and broken. She smiled lazily at the woman, the pointed fangs in her mouth showing as she did so. Many animals had passed by the rock while she had been sunning herself and her eyes scanned the foliage of the trees and brush before turning back to the woman. Her voice had a very distinct almost purr to it when she did finally speak, "I have only seen deer, but many deer."

[08:33:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over. Deers, not the most respectable kill, but meat at least. Even a wolf or three would be better. Better than nothing though. She looks up again, nods. The teeth of the other are too far away to be really recognized up on the rock. "Where woman see deer? Shayra hunt, make trap, break neck!" Her voice, except for the question, is modulated into a command like tune. She furrows her brows though, regards the other for a while. "Who you? You savage? Wild woman? You amazon? Or come from strong people village?" The last surely stands for barbarian, something she herself is.

[08:38:22] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) only gave a broad gesture with her arm, "They're deer. They are every where if you just look hard enough." Her eyes came back to the woman, flashing from the light almost dangerously as she looked at her, studied her. The gaze almost the way an animal would observe it's prey before ambushing it. An amused, cheeky smirk replaced the look upon hearing her questions, "A savage, yes, of sorts. You could say that. And who might you be?"

[08:42:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks square eyed as the sentences become longer, though normal again at the shorter ones. Those she understands. She prefers animals she can kill by challenging them, making them aggressive and then fighting them, finishing them. Animals that run away like cowards she hates. Simple, like with intelligent enemies. "I am Shayra, Shayra from Mountain Lion tribe, now Bear Scar tribe. Shayra blessed by snake, fight like snake, strong and fast, so Shayra the Snake." She introduces herself in a boasting commanding tone, "Shayra from far south, many day and week travel, fast travel, no stop. From mountains around big desert." She is proud of that, so much can be heard. "Savage girl come down, say which tribe from! Savage no good alone, villagers are very evil, mean magic user, sneak and backstab. No honest, no honor!"

[08:49:08] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) shifted once more on the rock in an attempted to get comfortable while she listened to the woman, who she now knew as Shayra, rambled on about things that to her didn't really matter. Humans always seemed so engrossed in their silly little titles as if they meant something. Once again she gave Shayra and amused smile, her nails scratching against the rock idly, "Tribe? I have no tribe. They're so noisy and...all those rules..." she trailed off and glanced towards the village and made that chuffing laugh sound again. She had yet to meet anyone from it, but she knew enough of humans to know they couldn't be trusted, "I do think I'll stay here upon my rock for now though, thank you." Her eyes found their way back to Shayra once again trying to decide what kind of meal she would make, not that she intended to eat her...

[08:56:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets big eyes. A tribe is essential to her, the rules of such one being as natural as eating or breathing to her as they were indoctrinated into her from the moment she could do a straight thought on. "Tribe important. Only cast out be alone! No good survive without tribe!" She commands back in her usual tone, "Shayra tribe no many rule: Be loyal and be free, be strong and be honor, fight and feast!" She nods gravely to that, such is all that is important. Morals else do not matter, ethics, or belongings of others. "Savage woman also hunt? Which beast hunt?"

[09:02:32] Banf comes walking through the grass, pace light and carefree as she makes her way between stone and tree and a very long drop to whatever below! She does pause, however, upon seeing a half naked man in her path, who admittedly, is talking a bit loudly. Of course she rises to her bare tip toes, peering about to see who is being talked to ... or if this poor fellow has just been in the woods a bit too long.

[09:04:22] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) slide from the rock the movement fluid, showing just how agile she could be. She moved towards the woman, her walk languid but purposeful as she began to walk in a circle around the barbarian woman. Sometimes she would reach out as if she were going to touch her, but never actually did, "You speak of how important it is to have a tribe and yet, here you are, in the woods, alone. No one to help should you get yourself into some kind of..danger." Her nostrils flared as she took in the scent, her eye lids lowering pleased by the smell, "I do hunt, there is no beast that I find is off limits." It was then that she heard the approaching steps of another and turned to see another walk up, a pout forming upon her lips at the intrusion.

[09:10:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hears something or someone behind herself. And the moment the other savage slides off the rock so deftly, she turns to look over her shoulder, sees the other woman in the dress. A girl? A villager? No weapon, a magic user so maybe? She narrows her eyes! Then she finds already the other savage walk around her, reaching out as if to touch. She looks very puzzled at the words said, all had been too long for her to understand. She needs far more commas or dots, more her brain cannot grasp else. The woman had not spoken any short sentence with which she could blend over that short coming, and being talked to in a way she cannot understand and cannot hide makes her angered, aggressive even. "Woman no tribe, woman likely no liked. Tribe hold together, tribe is like pack. Feast together, fight together!" She grunts in lowered tone. "And...." Something in the words of the savage woman had distracted her - not the actual words, something she had seen while the other talked: Pointy fangs! "You have teeth mountain lion! You strong shaman mountain lion?!" Now she actually sounds very curious, surprised, even excited in the question.

[09:17:58] Banf comes back don upon her heels,bouncing light upon them with a happy bounce, "Like there's anything in the woods that would really hurt anyone. Fine .. fine ... so not very much in the woods that would want to annoy me." But then she'd stop, blink, look at the first woman, the one being circled. "Hoi lassie! Since when do you be needing a tribe to be liked. Cor, me mother would say Banf, stop moping around, find a bloke, grab him by the collar drag him underneath the feast table. Don't like bein' alone ... make your own clan lassie." he nodded to the other woman, and at the mention of claws she taps the talons on her pendant. "Thats about right, I'd say. Oh and Good day! "

[09:20:46] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) was about to wave Shayra off hearing the attempt to insult her. The woman obviously didn't understand anything outside of her own tiny little bubble, just like the rest of the humans in these parts. Loud, brash, and ignorant. It was a wonder they hadn't killed themselves off. With a smirk she answered, "Packs are for wolves." Oddly enough, she felt the same way about them she did the humans. So loud and obnoxious. She ran the tip of her tongue over the pointed fang at the mention of them, "Yes, let's go with that." Shaman mountain lion." When the other woman began to talk, she grimaced showing all of her teeth and the displeasure for the sound. While it was far different from Shayra, it wasn't anymore pleasant. At least the barbarian woman kept the words down to the important ones. Flinching she moved back towards her rock, since it was obvious there would be no meal now, and with these two about there would likely be no rest either.

[09:24:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over at the woman in dress. She understands not a word other than maybe the last ones, but those say basically nothing without context. Far too long sentences. Her lips pull already again into an angered frown, the eyes narrow and the muscles tense under her bronzed skin. "You try anger Shayra! You no smart!" She commands again, with an added growl in the voice. Ready to snap? To attack? "Mountain Lion fight alone, fight together, Mountain Lion strong, like mountain lion tribe!" She growls to the savage one, without leaving the eyes from the woman in dress, "Mountain Lion shaman many honor! Good woman, strong woman, smart woman!" Yes, for mountain lions she has utmost respect - she would surely kill the animals if challenged by them or challenging them in hunting, but it would be honorable and with much respect. And such respect she holds now for the savage woman. Disgruntled words are no big things, they are just a way her folk talks too, and how the strong challenge the weaker to get more strong. She wants to get more strong.

[09:37] Banf raised a hand to touch the center of her chest, a very proper, " ... who, me? Tá tú glan as do mheabhair! I'm not the one bemoaning my fate to the world lassie. But that's fine. Are you one of those who enjoy such? if it would help, I'd gladly infest your clothes with mice. But its far too nice a morning for that, the trees happy beneath the sun and there are weasels that need attending to." She cast a glance to the other lass, "Now I'd have to do different for her. Considering her garb, it'd be infested by mouse." Crossing her arms, she did draw herself up. "But as I said, its far too nice a day for an infestation and I'd hate to have my walk through my woods interrupted by unpleasantness. That would make me sad. And that would not be good. Making folks sad, that is."

[09:41:10] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) listened carefully to the sounds of their voices as she climbed back onto her rock. It was the inflections and the emotions in them that piqued her curiosity. The barbarian was far more emotional than she would have guessed her to be something she turned her nose up at. Stretching out upon the rock, she rested her elbow on the heated rock and rested her cheek upon her hand listening to them, bored mostly. In her mind, she played her own game. Who would make the better meal? A smile slowly formed upon her lips again as her eyes darted between the two. Judging every little thing about them. Though the one in the dress had those ears, those were always fun to chew on like a little kitty treat. She finally snapped out of her thoughts and did a slight shake of her head, did that little thing just insult her? Her eyes narrowed, she'd remember that one. Her ears would definitely make a good treat. Her voice was almost pouty and a purr at the same time, "Has anyone ever told you that you talk far too much?"

[09:45:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) growls in raising fury. The woman in dress does some shorter sentences, but long ones in between render them all out of context for her. That woman is close though, and her hand goes to her sword hilt already at the continued severe offense - one who does not know her or cannot see the stupidity in her, the simplicity of her life and thinking, might not even know that they offended her - by too long lines. Slow at first, she then rips the large blade out of its sheath. "Shayra no like people rude! You rude!" She growls, commands, snaps, "Shayra teach lesson, you smart then you kneel, or run! All villager coward, all run! Do if want live, do now! Shayra better to do!" The one line of the 'shamaness' had been too long for her too, but it came after the other woman had talked, so is likely not addressed at her. How could a Mountain Lion shamaness oppose her anyways? Don't they belong together? She would surely not lift her blade against a mountain lion shamaness, unless forced to by the other attacking first or as well.

[09:57:20] Banf turned to the other woman - the one-mouse clad one - and hopped brightly, rising to tip toes then landing with an exquisite grace, "Oh yes! It's one of my most renowned traits. I talk too, much, I sing to much, I play my balalaika too much, but in the end its all good, because one can never have too much of a good thing. Well, true one can have too much wine, and that can lead to teasing the Finian a bit too much and that can lead to me arthair wondering why i was hanging from the great hall rafters. Again.' but then she stopped. Stopped and blinked. topped and blinked and then drew in a breath, "Lassie, it is you who should be kneeling to me. Banphrionsa Aoife Aisling Siobhan Muireann Molly ni Macha, Lady of the Sunfire Court and it only by Our Grace you are tolerated in Our Woods. The woods belond to the Fae, lassie, not mortal kind.

[10:02:48] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) raised a brow and sat up getting a better look at this girl. Without even realizing she had begun to drool a bit, it must have been the thoughts of how those ears would taste, and she dragged the back of her hand over her lips to dry them. The long winded title made her chuff again in amusement. She had spunk, that had to be given to her. Though now, she was more curious in the altercation that seemed to be inevitable between the two. Her pulse sped up a bit and her muscles tensed. If her tail would have been present, it would have been twitching in anticipation. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips and she leaned forward. Surely this girl had something to back up that mouth of hers, but she would let the barbarian find out what it was and just... save the information for later. She was a patient girl.

[10:05:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) understands mostly not a single word of what the blue dressed says, far too many words. She does not understand more than five words in a row without dot or comma ((and had indicated that often in emotes so far)) so no, she does not know who the other is, not due to her lack of knowledge about civilization and the nobles of the village, And not by her lack of understanding the long words. But as the woman then suddenly grows wings and begins to fly, it totally snaps for her. "Coward magic!" She bellows out, yet sees that she cannot reach a flying gnat. Not worth even trying. Something that is not available to all by training is dishonorable for her taste - just as magic in itself of course, non-shaman magic. She turns so, walks off. Once more up to the woman on the rock she looks and calls: "See? Village all coward, all magic user, all hideous. No honor, only shame." And then she walks deeper into the forest, having seriously enough from this. There is yet hunting to do...

[10:15:52] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) gave a nod of her head to Shayra as she began to walk off, there went any hope for a meal. Her eyes shifted to the flying... whatever she was and narrowed in annoyance as well as disappointment as she called out a farewell to Shayra, "Be well." It wasn't sincere, but she didn't need to know that. Her attention was then fully on the flying thing, "You don't intend to stay around do you?"

[10:18:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lifts her blade in greeting to the mountain lion shaman woman. "Meet again!" She calls, booms out, before walking off to hunt in other parts of the island. She does indeed not realize it was not a honest friendly greeting, would not even get the idea. But she has respect for the woman who already was stuffed neatly into a frame of who she is: A shamaness blessed by the mountain lions. That's all that counts, it is important, and she likes the woman...

[06:03:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands in the cave, having just stood up. She wraps the furs around her hips, slings the heavy belt around her waist. With nothing else she lumbers over to the little washing corner and wipes her body with cool water, thoroughly, before turning to the fire pit. She stirs the fire a bit, adds more wood, then just cuts herself a rich slice of meat from the roast that needs to heat up from warm to hot again after the night. There is yet a lot of work with rocks and stone cutting to do. But her arm is still aching, and so she abstains from doing that today. Instead she takes her blade. She eats the meat, washes it down with a mug of ale.

[06:09:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to warm herself, after preparing breakfast for all, with practicing the basic motions of the strikes against the vital spots of an enemy, just by shadow striking basically, imagining only an enemy. She practiced that a lot, and still does, so one day she will be as able to strike for them just as the other warrior from the Mountain Lion tribe, her former tribe, had done. All others still sleep, Dirk, the man who had claimed her as his wife and whose baby she now carries under the heart, as well as two guests, wandering barbarians who would not want to stay here, but whom she had invited the prior evening, to find meal and rest in her cave. Hospitality is urgently important, it is honorable. The men had feasted long in the prior night, and had drunken a lot during that, so their sleep is deep and sound. She had slept in Dirk's arms under the furs, and now in the morning crept out of that firm embrace, to let him sleep yet. Breakfast for the men is soon be prepared, so she can begin to practice.

[06:17:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) swings and stabs her blade. The cave is warm, yet dimly enlightened. She does not need light as she imagines her enemy so far anyways. Yet one of the guests wakes already up, watches her work on this fighting skill. Suddenly she feels the guest grab both her left hip and her sword arm's wrist from behind, stopping her. She looks over her shoulder, unsure if to be angered or surprised, likely being both. He desires to show her how to lead her blade better, more subtle and yet strong and fast, so the strike would hit better.

[06:21:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) learns quickly what has to do with fighting. She ins highly interested in that, she enjoys it, and fights with heartblood. Soon so she has that motion memorized, and her body cherishes about it as it makes everything more easy. The man withdraws from her and grabs for a long wooden stick, a thick stick, from the fire wood, and demands from her to hit her - out of the motion of a true battle. She sees him nearly entirely accros the cave, and takes the blade vertically aside her right shoulder, in low stance, focussing on him.

[06:25:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) charges against the man. She jumps over the dining table, high, far, and stabs for his solar plexus center, aiming to hit the moment her bare feet land on the ground again. He evaded. She grunts in anger. 'Strike from left to right, the enemy will evade right. You don't open a flank,' the man explains, and it sounds logical. She nods to that, learning, proud and grateful towards the wanderer. So she tries again: She returns to the other end of the room and again charges for him, jumps and lungs for his center. Indeed there would be no way to use his weapon much to attack her in her jump, the man has to evade to her right side, his left, and to parry even. She would have landed a full strike!

[06:31:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) spins around, against the prior strike direction, to slam her blade against his neck's side. The man dodges, having expected such. 'Faster!' He taunts, 'You need to be faster!' Once more she nods. She feels like in the time when she was a child girl, barely five summers old, and had learned to fight with her older brothers and her father. She tries again this spinning attack, the man dodges, and again, he parries. Left spin, right spin, left spin, right spin, faster and faster, building up more and more tension before she spins and strikes. The man moves, evades, dodges, parries, but moves as if trying to get himself into a better position to get away from her assaults and able to attack himself. It is a sparring, but her folk does take it serious.

[06:35:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) warns with a "Now Shayra attack head!" and begins to try to hit the man's scalp - hammer strikes like when practicing on a dummy or scarecrow. The man has no issue to defend against that, and he even steps into the attack and catches her wrists with his own hand during an attack. 'Strike up, to hit under the chin,' he tells her, 'strike so enemy shield other, not head, another part of the body!' Combining that attack so with a feint? Good idea! She considers briefly, then attacks diagonally up to the shoulder of the man. He has to bring away his shoulder, and to parry, or else the shoulder motion would have exposed his head to the strike.

[06:42:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) practices with the man yet a long while. He advises her, he is a much better fighter, more experienced than she is. And she is grateful, eager, and with sparkling eyes she learns how to produce those attacks better. More and more moving the battle gets. The barbarian moves around her, she moves around him, gainst distance, charges again, whirls around, feints, crouches and strikes from there. All those vital spots she knows, which are not many, but some at least. They practice until the others wake up as well, demanding breakfast...

((later the day...))

[15:41:34] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) puts her sewing down and stands up. "I think it's time for us to get out of the shop. Are you up for a trip to town?"

[15:43:16] Alexia Thiadil nods her head softly,"uma, maybe its safer if I am n'uma in one place? Wish we had an Atar and Atara to help us" she would mumble the last bit. The girl had calmed down but she of course was still scared and sad, with good reason.

[15:44:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) makes her way towards the stitchery. She had totally forgotten one thing about all the events of the last weeks. And now she had remembered. Arriving near the house she sees lights in side even. She touches the bear claw scars on her right upper arm, the bear had struck hard, she had molten her flesh with her own blade after holding it into fire for a while. She is proud, takes a deep breath. So she marches up to the house and opens the door with as much momentum and strength as usual. "Emm! You there? Is Shayra!" She bursts with booming voice into the house before even entering.

[15:48:01] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) took a deep breath at that. "You know, we haven't talked about your atara. I never met mine, or at least, not that I remember. Atar would never even tell me her name. What was your atara's name?" Emms was hoping that she would recognize the name, at least. When Elenelle was older, they would have to dig into this discussion. For now, they'd leave it where it was. Emm'esta brightens considerably when she see the Barbarian. "Greetings, Shayra. This...," and she put her hand on Lexi's shoulder, "...is my little sister, Alexia, but you can call her Lexi. She is a good child." She thought she'd just add that in there on the fly! "Lexi, this is Shayra, a mighty warrior. I made her warrior clothes." She goes to the piled sewing table and takes the garment she'd made, holding it out to her. "Let's see how well it all fits."

[15:49:30] Alexia Thiadil squeaks as she hears Shayra and dives under the dress Emm was just working on. Lexi would just barely avoid the hand on her shoulder and at the same time dodges the Atara question. The dress she is hiding under shudders as she expects arrows to fly at it. Boy what a skittish little thing she is today.

[15:50:50] Ella (maiacalhoun) was headed to the Stitchery herself, And -just- as she was walking up to the door, she sees Shayra. well.. hears her rather and Ella cringes. Surprised that the door didn't come out of its hinges, but anyway she would press forward, Assuming the door still remained open, she steps in, and clears her throat, As usual standing straight as she crossed her arms "Ahem... G'day... I needed a few leathers stitched.. and a rucksack as well... with straps to hold bedrolls and blades.", she just proclaims, assuming that the one apart from shayra and the little one was the seamstress.

[15:54:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not understand what the elves talk about, but it does not matter to her likely anyways. She is happy that the stitcher woman is there. All then though goes pretty fast, the woman walks over to a pile of leathers and fabrics, someone else vanished somewhere. Barely she had seen the child at all so. "Ale good, drink well, but Ale no good in dress. Must wash dress. Ale come out!" She bursts and bursts out in a guttural, amused laughter. She goes over to said dress, lifts it to reveal the child and gifts her a toothy grin. "You come out. Coward are no honor! You be strong! Goddess prefer strong!" Her tone tuned into a command. She already looks over to Emm then though, and just wants to talk as the other fighter comes in and tells her demands. "Shayra know you! You no drink in tavern! You no can feast HA!" She comments to her. She reaches under the dress to pull the child out, drags her, if successful over to the counter to Emm. "Shayra want see! You say make good things, elven things. Shayra curious!"

[15:59:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) hoped Elenelle didn't scream bloody murder as Shayra dragged her out from beneath her gown. She was saddened by her sister's fear, but she completely understood it. She told Shayra, "A Fey'ri threatened to kill her to prove to Cy that there were no gods." Emms had worried about it for the last couple of days. "I even put out a call to hire a guard to help protect her until this woman is dealt with." How someone could threaten a child to simply make a point was beyond heinous and beyond reason. She offered a warm welcome to the newcomer along with a bow of her head. "Greetings, and welcome to The Stitchery. I am Emm'esta Thiadil, and this is my sister Alexia, and it seems you already know Shayra." Emms smile was one of those rare kinds that made people feel good to be alive, but Elves were fairly formal even in business transactions. She held out the new clothes she'd made for Shayra. "Here you go. You can change in the other room and we'll see how they fit." She told Ella, "Surely, I can do that for you. Do you need a new rucksack or one repaired along withe the leathers?"

[16:08:32] : scraping noises can be heard from outside of the Stitcher Store, almost an eerie sound of something being dragged *Hearable by Keen Ears*

[16:11:18] Alexia Thiadil doesn't fight being dragged out but her eyes were big as saucers. She'd hear her sister speak and realizes that everyone here is not a threat. Lexi will start to calm down and waves sheepishly to Shayra and Ella,"v-vedui" she'd greet, barely audible. She'd hear the noise outside and looks a bit more alert and shudders. Lexi partially regrets running away from the orphanage now. She'd look up at Shayra and to see if she'd let her go now.

[16:11:48] Ella (maiacalhoun) quirks a brow at Shayra's comment and shakes her head "I do not drink. No.I can still feast though! But why a feast now?", she blinks "Feasts happen after winning wars? Or after something great happens", she shrugs and looks at Emm'esta with the same polite nod and smile returned, though the smile reduces just a bit as she speaks of the child being threatened. Watching her being pulled out from under the dress she was hiding within, Ella looks back up at Emm'esta "I am Ella Moraeu, A ranger with the warden, what fey'ri threatened the child? That too with -life-? Life is sacred and even a mock threat uttered against it is just plain wrong. Do you have a name of this being?", she cants her head asking curiously, but still adds as response to the question "New leathers, New backpack, Some smallclothes as well.", Ella would then bring forth a bundle of clothing she had been carrying as well. "They need to be fitted for me, and for my husband.. His sizes are in here.. two rucksacks as well... they must be sturdy and convenient.. The insides cushioned to hold glass vials safely and the stitches must last us for ages." She smiles at the child, if she came into view and greets her as well, lowering her voice like how one does when addressing a child "Hey there! Don't be afraid...", just when she hears scraping noises and just turns around momentarily... must be a squirrel or a weasel or something.

[16:13:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not understand Emm's first words - far too long sentences for her brain. But the tone sounded worried and sad. "You say worry? What worry Emm?" She asks, showing this time clearly that she did not understand what was said, just because it sounded so serious. She takes the clothes though, and even still folded they look nice to her, very alien to have such, but still. To the hand they feel sturdy and yet soft, warming and protecting but not heavy. She is visibly amazed, but also worried due to Emm's tone. Emm had told she would support her in the battle against the black skinned orc, so her worries are her own now, command of honor for the barbarian woman. A sound from outside though makes the tiny hairs on her upper arms, at least where the molten bear scars did not burn the hairs away, stand. The clothes in one hand, the girl yet in the other, she looks towards the door, alerted. She grunts to Emma, pushes the girl behind herself to protect her, and to get a hand free, and gets her hand to her blade hilt. "Something... outside!" She growls low.

[16:15:34] : the scraping sounds persist, broken only by the sound of a male voice

[16:15:37] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) grumbles low "Damn Mutt, Dirk hate mutt! Hurt wife no more" barely an audible mumble of anger. gripping the body once more and giving it another drag a few more feet..

[16:16:44] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) cocked her head to the side. What was that noise outside? She'd better go and check. The last time, it had been an almost dead lycan. If she'd not found her in time, they would have been having a funeral. Had Elven hearing and that meant that she heard every word Dirk had said. "What in the name of the light is going on out there?" And she went to the door, knowing that Shayra's mate was outside.

[16:21:11] Alexia Thiadil goes to speak but the weird noise had her on edge and then she is pushed behind Shayra. Yep now she was nervous again. Lexi reaches out to Emm just as she leaves, worried about her safety. She doesn't hear the words being spoken quite well but can make out some of the words and starts to calm down again. It was a roller-coaster of emotions today for her.

[16:22:43] Ella (maiacalhoun) | Well... Ella quirks an eyebrow, having no idea why people were overreacting to a scraping sound, and assuming they indeed had better perception skills than her, she grabs her bundle, maybe another time for the clothes and rucksack. She gives the little girl a wink, whom Shayra was instinctively stood in front of in a protective manner, and at her she nods, turning to follow the seamstress to the door either way, If she was going to leave, she at least could see what was making the sound. She did think she heard -some- human male voice and so she looks out the door anyway, ready to deal with trouble if that was the case, or just leave if all was well.

[16:24:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hears that voice that interrupts the scraping, and relaxes herself. "Bear Scar!" She says, loud and resolute, "no danger!" As Emm already passes her, she calls after her: "Emm, say Dirk Shayra come soon." She wants to redress into this elven outfit - perhaps a glimpse of female vanity shows in her? In her life she has not had anything else than furs and iron on her body, at times more, usually less. She turns to the child behind her, crouches, and takes her by the shoulder. Intent fully she looks at the girl. "You no fear. Bear Scar only scare enemy. You no enemy. Bear Scar protect you, protect Emm, Shayra Bear Scar!" She tells the girl in commanding tone, "you be strong, you be brave! Goddess no help coward, yes? Shayra help, teach fight, teach strong!" And with that she lets go of the girl once more, and makes her way to the backroom to redress.... Yes, she wants to show off elven clothes!

[16:26:10] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) eyes look up without care of whom was coming, he had caught his prey and that is all that mattered in Dirk's mind "Dumn mutt! Dead mutt.. Take scalp trophy, honor clan, honor shayra" his blade finishing slicing away the scalp that was undestroyed by the heavy blow the poor garou female had taken from is warhammer. "Hmph. Redhair good trophy" tieing off the scalp to his belt and now taking more notice of shadows outside the Store "Dirk no like sneaks! Show face, or.." having heard a voice he knew all to well he'd boom a warcry of victory "Dirk track, dirk find, dirk kill" looking down at the headless corpse and scattered skull and brain near where a whole head once was "Dead bitch" his finger pointing "No live! No shayra hurt!" proud of his act in a boasting way before walking towards the lady emm'esta "Emm no look! Mutt no worth pity!" giving a viciously malicious laugh

[16:26:17] : The ever sickening sound of a blade slicing flesh can audibly be heard by thouse outside of the store. a Gruesome scene to those who look on the side of the Store. a Large male hunched over a limp body of a female though the head smashed flat

[16:30:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) went stone still, not even breathing. She said softly, her voice void of all emotion, a strong tell that she was past upset. She was either ready to do violence, call down lightning, or blow something up. Her voice was feather-light, but when she spoke, the leaves on the trees shook like some kind of strange wind had stirred them all at the same time. "Anrisa. You have killed Anrisa." Her hands lifted of no volition on her own and began to glow.

[16:31:17] Alexia Thiadil seemed very confused by all that was going on but nods slowly as she is commanded to be strong and brave. She wasn't sure if she could learn to fight, she tended to freeze in her spot when people fought. It really wasn't the little girl's cup of tea so to speak but it seems she had no choice,"uma... but was told fighting was bad because people get hurt..." she'd tilt her head. Lexi could sense that something was off in the air but couldn't place it.

[16:33:35] Ella (maiacalhoun) had walked out, she was the kind that -could not- sneak even if there was a need. She would be pretty plainly visible and hearing the familiar sound of a blade slashing through flesh and bone, she turns in that direction, still holding the bundle with her. It seemed like the huge male had killed someone, and the seamstress, seemed to know who it was? Well it was all confusing and she looks from one figure to the next and just tries to register their faces, and the names spoken. Ella would leave, the sun was in the right position and if she had to seek out that shadeling, she had to go now.

[16:35:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) returns from the backroom, the new clothes on her body, the old bundled under her arm. She feels more than awkward. She had heard the voice of the girl, but did not get the sense as the sentence had been too long. Returning, she lays again the hand onto the shoulder, squeezes firmly. "Shayra protect, Shayra teach. Fight much honor." She tells, and makes her way already to the outside, wanting to show Dirk her new clothes, elven clothes. Yet she stops, gets big eyes seeing the scene, even if she does not grasp it all yet. She sees Emm's hands. "Emm no magic Dirk! Magic shame, no honor! Shayra fight with Dirk, but Emm friend! No do!" She commands, loud and near rage - conflicts of honor and loyalty do enrage her easily. She has to fight with her man, wants to, but does not want to fight against a friend, unless that one turns on her clan. "Dirk! No fight!" She tries further, it sounds like a command, but is more an explanation as to why Emm should not attack him.

[16:39:51] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) roars at the elf "You attack Dirk? Dirk had right! Mutt attack shayra...DIRK AVENGE" raring the last part in a fit of rage that the woman seemed to be ready to attack, reaching for his warhorn "No like Dirk? Dirk kill avenge Shayra" his right hand gripping the handle of his warhammer "No want fight elf! Elf not enemy" though taking a defensive posturing to be ready all the same before bringing the horn to his lips and giving a stout blow "I AM DIRK! I AM WARRIOR! AM BEAR SCAR BEST WARRIOR!" shouting his title at Emm'esta now with a deep gruff battleready tone "Want fight skinny?" his Warhammer swinging down from his back, slamming it to the ground, causing the ground to shake slightly from his massive strength "No Fight Friend" his hand releasing the Handle and lets it fall to the ground "Dishonor Dirk? Use magik? No Honor Dirk right of vengeance?"

[16:44:32] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) tries to get control of her rage. Though there was absolutely no sign of it in her face, she was barely holding the magic at bay. All she had to do was release the bolt of lightning, and if Dirk did not leap out of the way, he would be Dirk-toast. Her hands glowed red, melting the sleeves of her gown in curly crisps of charred silk. She spoke, and it was laced with the fiery wrath of Truth. "I healed her. I Sang the song of life to her. I fed her. I gave her a job. I gave her a home. You have killed her. Tell me why. All of it." She had a great fondness for Shayra and she had been so happy for her when she had found Dirk, someone she could share her life with and be proud of, but this...it was worse than horrific. She called to her sister, "Lexi, do NOT COME OUTSIDE."

[16:44:34] Alexia Thiadil freezes hearing that her sister is about to fight? And there is all this talk about fighting and honor and magic. She was confused and she would try to go out the side door of the stitchery and make her way around to make sure her sister was alright, unless stopped.

[16:46:11] Alexia Thiadil is very much stopped by her sisters shout. She would not move now and stands there fighting her need to cry..

[16:49:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps first aside her man, then in front of him. He had avenged her? She does not yet know how, does not care about the corpse - yet - as her eyes are locked on the elven seamstress who seems to channel magic. Someone who attacked her though? A female corpse, rather short? It begins to reveal itself to her. But first things first - magic is evil. "Dirk Honor! Beast attack Shayra, break breast bone! Shayra near choke! Mean attack!" She yells herself, angered, distressed, torn, "Emm no magic! Emm no fight! Girl get what asked for! If Emm do magic, do magic through Shayra! Do magic through Shayra's baby!" Her hand twitches. She would usually grab her sword, rip it out of its sheath and charge the enemies to slay through their flesh - she never so far had to fight a friend who turned on her or her clan, never. Her entire body shakes in tension and stress, but she forces herself to not draw the weapon. And another thing stresses her: That she cannot appropriately thank her man currently for him restoring her honor in that aspect - the other having come by itself, which she still needs to tell him too. He would deserve to be told and thanked, but far more, first, to be defended. And she had revealed that she is pregnant now....

[16:53:19] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) punches the side of the store with a huge fist, cracking a plank of the wooden wall "Dirk told elf! Mutt attack shayra, dirk kill mutt. Dirk right to avenge wife" pulling his anger together "Who challenge dirk right to Sar Naruk (Right of Vengeance)" his eyes watching the elf before looking at shayra "Shayra give elf sense, elf not show dirk honor" his face twisted into a scowl of disgust and ignorance "You protect mutt, mutt attack elf friend" his voice firm and deadly "Dishonor Dirk by actions, dishonor clan by words" his words seeming more of a Sentencing than a quote before listening to Shayra and eyebulging "Shayra.....baby?" blinking in disbelieve that he'd acutally heard the words correctly "Elf hurt shayra....Dirk hurt elf...No want hurt. No like threat!"

[16:57:17] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) stumbled in her resolve when she grasped that Shayra was pregnant, and she was standing right in front of Dirk. Anything she did to Dirk would be done to Shayra, too. She let the magic go. Her hands fading to their normal tone, though the grief was like a tidal wave as she looked upon the macabre remains of Anrisa. She said to Shayra, "Why did she attack you, Shayra? Is that how you were hurt?" Emms knew the garou was wild....

[16:58:43] Alexia Thiadil sits down and hugs her knees and starts to cry some. She didn't want her sister get hurt. She didn't like fighting at all, silly little girl not understanding all of it.

[17:00:40] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) heard her sister crying, but there was nothing for it. Not right now. This had to be handled and she wasn't sure exactly how to do that.

[17:00:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks up to him. Never would she say anything against her tribe, her clan, her family, her man. Never ever, except they dishonor her overly. Maybe he had forgotten that she had told him, she had waited for days to do that, and did so once she had the chance. One never knows. She looks up to him, over her shoulder and up. "Yes, Shayra carry Dirk baby. Moon blood curse gone, no come, goddess pleased with Shayra!" She tells him again so. Also the healer had confirmed that to her. Back to Emm, she nods. "Girl attack Shayra, kneel like bondservant first, Shayra dismay turn and go, Girl throw big rock, then fight, broke chest bone. Shayra near die. Dirk right and duty revenge!" She explains, commands, as usual. She did not even know, nor knows now, that the girl is a garou - nor what a garou actually is. Shapeshifting is demon work for her. "Dirk challenge Shayra, fight and win, win Shayra as wife. Shayra duty is gift child, child to man who won! Shayra is good wife, strong, fierce warrior! And soon mother strong child!"

[17:03:28] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) looks back at the remains, feeling a bit I'm Sorry! that emm'esta had to see this. "Elf have cloth? Cover dead, dirk dig hole!" hearing crying come from inside "Child house?" his eyes becoming sympathetic and feeling guilty for possibly scaring the child with his shouts "Dirk no like scare child, child good." taking hold of his knife and beginning to break the ground so he could easily dig a hole for the body, his mind not on the task but on his wife, pregnant... Honor to the clan, honor to dirk. His smile not able to be hidden behind the Bear Hide helm and wanting nothing more than to hold Shayra and celebrate with lots of drink
[17:03:29] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu): I sorry..

[17:08:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) lays her head in her own hands for a moment, getting a hold on herself. "I am not sure what to do." She looks up at Dirk, "Was it a fair fight? Did you challenge her?" She had to know!

[17:09:43] Alexia Thiadil hears the shouting but isn't so sure anymore what is happening. She stays quite and rests her chin on her knees and listens carefully to what was going on.

[17:10:21] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) tells Dirk, her voice still full of grief, "The Vale is not a burial place. You need to bury her in the forest or take her body to the infirmary." What was left of it.

[17:12:29] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not mind if a child cries actually, if it was her own, the child would get slapped hard for it, and taught about honor, valor and strength! This crying child though is out of reach for her hand. She regards Dirk briefly, taking his reaction as result of being surprised by the news of becoming father. "Girl throw big rock Shayra, throw from back! Shayra attack return! Shayra right!" She bursts out, mistaking the question as directed towards her while it surely was meant for Dirk. The words about the burial she does not understand anyways, so she does not comment them. But it seems that the tension had left, so she steps again aside her man, then begins to regard the corpse. It must indeed been the girl that had attacked her, the shape seems similar slender, short. Just the head is not really to be determined as her's anymore. She nods, approvingly, with a serious gaze in her eyes. "Dirk strong!"

[17:14:06] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) nods "Dirk told mutt crimes, told mutt fight! Though fight short" eyes watching Shayra "Wish tell elf mutt die quick..Dirk no lie! Pain was plenty." making lies to cover up the pain his victim had endured wasnt the way of Dirks clan "Mutt die last hit, Last hit quick" looking at the body "Dirk rid elf of issue. Dirk Burn mutt! Offering goddess" reaching down and untieing the scalp. Giving it to Shayra "Shayra honor back. Clan Honor shayra"

[17:18:05] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) swallowed hard, barely able to watch much more. Anrisa's red hair would be hanging from Shayra's belt on her knew clothes. Valesk was a hard place, not always, and not often, but when it was...it was terrible. "I am sorry that I almost lost my temper, Dirk." She bowed, then straightened, adding, "Next time, could you come tell me before you kill any of my workers?" Maybe she could save a life next time. Goes to comfort Lexi. The child must be traumatized by all that had gone on.

[17:20:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) accepts the scalp from him much alike a ceremony. Again she approves with a nod. "Shayra honor restored. Shayra more honor restored. White Queen flee fear revenge. Surely take coward mage guard, too." She growls, then shows the four parallel bear claw scars on her upper arm, molten shut by gleaming iron, meanwhile mostly healed as well, "and Shayra honor Dirk clan, got bear scar mark!" The life is perfect now: Honor restored, her duty as wife ongoing to gift him a child, and she got the clan mark - and also has now these, for her strange but of utmost quality, elven clothes. That is worth a wedding dress, if she yet would need one. But indeed she knots the hair around her waist, like a belt, even the head skin is yet visible that way. "Tell worker no assault tribe, such much better..." She means to Emm yet while that woman vanishes back in the house to calm to crying girl.

[17:22:06] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) heaves the bloody broken corpse over his shoulder, moving off in the direction of the Clan Cave "Shayra come?"

[01:30:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands on the rock, once again, where she had once, while in a meditation like style sharpening her axe, met whom she calls the gnat girl. She likes the spot. It is not the most easy to access, so she has usually a calm time here. Meanwhile it allows her to watch over lands and rivers. The day before she had first met water people, fish people, and they wanted her to swim with them, as them, in a way. If the goddess can really help her - without magic, without losing the human being of herself? She wonders how she must pray if at all that such works.

[01:35:59] Emeric had woken up rather early in the guardhouse today, deciding to head out for a bit of a walk before the Isle would get too busy. And before he got started on his tasks for the day. He got dressed and headed out the door, walking out of the village and towards one of the cliffs that overlooked the river. As he got to the edge he heard the scraping of metal coming from below. The sound caused his hand to rest on the hilt of his blade as he crept up to the edge, peeking over to notice that it was the barbarian woman that he had meet a while back. A small smile formed on his lips as his hand fell from the hilt of his sword. "Oh, hello." He'd say in a rather friendly tone, hoping that she would recognize him.

[01:39:56] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks up, ripped out of her thoughts. It is easy to rip her out of her thoughts as long as they are not about her values, fighting, feasting, honor, strength and such. She witnesses the man, who had not sneaked up on her as this gnat girl that was so rude to her that she fired her into river with her axe in a similar fashion as using a tennis racket. She lifts her hand. "Shayra greet man! Blood and honor!" She calls up, the hand displayed as to show warrior style that there is no weapon in it. "What man do here? Day is young yet!" She barks further.

[01:53:05] Emeric chuckle just a little bit at the greeting that he got, watching her display her hand and taking a guess that was to tell him that she was unarmed. Well.. at least she didn't have one in her hand. She did have quite a few weapons on her that he was able to see. He moved even further towards the edge of the rock so that he could speak to her a bit easier and see her better. "I decided to start early. I like being up early." Then he glanced around at where she was, it wasn't that easy to get to. In fact it would be rather difficult for Emeric to get there without really having to try or even hurting himself, "What are you doing here?"

[01:58:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods to him, understanding the length of his sentences. "Shayra also start early, always wake up early. No waste time of day, no waste time for work, for practice. Shayra prepare breakfast for clan, man still sleep!" She explains, her tone as usual modulated as a command if not asking a question, "now Shayra go rock, Shayra do much thinking, think about question, think about future, think about duty of wife!" She does not hold back any with such, not seeing a reason to hide things, and especially those that are important to her - it means they are important to all really. Having to look up though all the time strains her neck, so she looks about the mountain side. Finally she finds a good looking spot, goes to it, and begins to climb up.

[02:04:59] Emeric had remembered that he had to keep his sentences rather short when he was talking to her. Just so that she would have an easier time at understanding him. This time though he would not refer to himself in the third person. He almost got stuck that way the last time that he had to do that. When she brought up the duties of a wife though he would raise a brow. Cocking his head to the side. "You are married? I did not know that." He wondered if it was something that had happened recently or if it was something that she had just not brought up before with him. She had been more focused on feasting and telling battle stories the first time that he had met her and they really hadn't spoken of anything personal like that. And before he was able to question further he noticed her find a place on the side of the rock for her to start climbing, so he would fall silent as he waited for her to get to the top.

[02:09:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) pulls herself up by the sheer strength of her fingers at first, until she reaches out with one leg to find hold on a rock nose with her sole. Then she presses her leg against it to push herself further up so she finds hold in a crack with the other feet. Her legs are quite far parted by that and she looks up to see where her fingers would find hold next. "Shayra no be with man, no without man win battle," she grunts in the tension, "but Dirk challenge Shayra, Dirk win challenge, now Shayra wife Dirk, Dirk Bear Scar. Shayra no Mountain Lion anymore, Shayra now Bear Scar." She finds a spot and reaches out with her left hand. Only those four fingers have room though, she has to let go of all other holds to pull herself further up to get a grip with the right hand - now that's gonna be tough. "Guard man also challenge woman? Also already won?"

[02:20:05] Emeric watched as she started to pull herself up the side of the mountain. She was better at that then him, that was for sure. As he watched her climb up he would listen to what she said. It was still rather confusing to him. He found her culture rather odd. To marry someone you have to beat them in battle? Very odd indeed. He knelt down as she kept climbing, just in case he had to do anything to help. He chuckled just a bit at her next question. "No, I have no woman. Have not challenged any either." And before too many questions could be asked about that he would offer a hand down to her when she would get close enough, "Want any help?" He actually doubted she would accept it, but he at least had to offer it.

[02:23:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gnarls at the muscle tension it takes to pull herself up by the four fingers of the left hand only, but supporting herself against the flat wall with the tip toe part of the shoe soles helps a bit. Finally she can reach for another, higher nose of the mountain side. With that she can pull herself up further, until her right hand already reaches the brink of the top of that rock. Left hand follows after gaining secure hold, by grabbing his offered hand, and she presses and pulls herself up, until a knee can be pushed over the slope. A moment later she stands aside of the man. "Guard man smart," she grunts, needing to catch breath, "good man wait best woman, then challenge, then beat. Then woman gift man baby!" It is her firm picture of how the world works in that matter, there is no other way that makes sense. A woman who can best a man in battle cannot get the strongest babies and hence will have to seek for a stronger one. She tilts her head though, thinking briefly. "Maybe man claim throne village, then more women come, guard man have bigger choice."

[02:30:34] Emeric helped her get to a point where she would climb up to the top of the rock after she had grabbed the hand that he offered for her. And he was actually surprised that she had accepted his help. She seemed rather independent and not really one to accept help from others so easily. But she had proved him wrong, and surprised him a bit. Once she was up he would turn to face her, letting out another little chuckle at what she said about finding a woman to challenge and even have a baby with. That was not something he saw happening any time soon. He shook his head some at what she said, "No, I will not claim throne. I am just guard captain. I lead the guard now. But that is it." Then he let out a little bit of a sigh , letting a bit of a shrug come to his shoulders, "Maybe one day, I will find a woman. But not any day soon." He was too busy now. He didn't have the time for anything like that.

[02:36:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gifts him a broad toothy grin. "Man warlord is much honor, man no seek woman good, no seek mean find, if seek no find!" She comments on that. She had talked about this topic with the other women - and men - of her tribe, and had considered that she would never find one either who could beat her, and by whom she wanted to be beaten in challenge. "White Queen flee, fear revenge Shayra! Queen guard, pesky mage, do much shame Shayra, now flee maybe with Queen. Shayra honor restored, but throne empty. Throne empty no good, maybe Shayra take!?" She roars out proudly then, maybe surprisingly. She is absolutely convinced that the white queen, the lady of the village, and her personal guard had fled the island due to him having dishonored her on the carnival feast so crudely - which has restored her honor as she takes it. "Shayra good Queen, Bear Scar Queen. Make village gain much honor, make villagers be strong, proud! No coward like now. No one want fight, all scared. Fish people much stronger!" Perhaps that sounds like an offense to the man, for her it is just a narration of her perceptions, she does not even think about her offending him.

[02:44:12] Emeric let a grin spread across his own face as she spoke, nodding just a bit at what she had said but making no more comments on it himself. He didn't much like discussing women, or his lack of a woman rather. So the thought was pushed from his mind and his eyes would move back to her own as she started to go on about the White Queen. Who he could only assume was Valk, and the mage had to be Vincent. He wasn't too upset about VIncent leaving, he had not really gotten along with him so as far as he was concerned it was good riddance. Valk had been the one to appoint him as the guard Captain though. So he wasn't all that happy to see her leave. He took no offense at what she had said about the villagers. It actually gave him another good chuckle. "Well, I have no say. In who becomes Queen. I simply protect the village. Keep the guards trained. And strong." Or at least he tried. He didn't like his numbers. He didn't have that many people, even one less now that Vincent was gone. So he would have to try and them a bit. Hopefully get at least a few more guards.

[02:51:03] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) laughs a guttural laughter. "No one have say! Only who want be Queen! She go, take crown, announce! Be strong! Or he, take crown, be king!" She roars out, "if king strong, if give much honor, village people loyal! If weak, people punch, drive into desert for dieing! Weakling no good, goddess despise weak, laugh about weak! Shayra strong!" She, too, had liked the queen, but her guard had shamed her richly on that feast. She indeed had wanted to slay the man, and if she would have had to cut her way to him through the entire village. "Even fish people laugh village. Make bloodshed on village square, village no dare reply, want talk - talk is for weak. The strong fight, show enemy they no strong, make enemy women lament, make taste enemy men blood! That Shayra way, that Bear Scar way! Bear Scar is proud, valorous, Bear Scar is strong!" She slams her fist onto her bosom in pride. "Guard Captain no train cowards, make guard strong, proud! Else all laugh about village, even Goddess laugh, no let feast with her - in afterlife!"

[02:58:31] Emeric let out yet another chuckle at what she had said, shaking his head some. He really wasn't sure how the Lady was chosen around here. But with Valk disappearing he guessed that they would soon find out. Though, like he said, he very much doubted that he was going to have anything to do with the decision. He didn't really want to be either. That sort of thing did not interest him, he simply wanted to lead the guards, try to make them strong. He nodded some at what she would say, to show that he was understanding. "I do my best. I will make guards strong." Then he would look around just a bit, knowing that he should probably head back to the guardhouse now. "I should go work. I have things to do. Was nice to see you. Farewell, Shayra." Then unless he was stopped he would walk off back in the direction of the guardhouse so that he could start on his tasks for the day.

[03:01:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has no business stopping him, in fact she has to go do her work as well - training and working more on the cave. It was not duty of women in the Mountain Lion tribe, but she does not know if it is in the Bear Scar tribe, so she just does it without being asked or asking. "Blood and honor, guard man, make Goddess look with pride!" She calls after him so, and turns herself to walk back - to the cave, to work the stones she had cut in the days before into what they are supposed to be.

((Later the day...))

[05:05:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had cared for the breakfast of Dirk and their guests. There are near daily guests in the cave, people who wander, whom they meet, whom they invite to stay and find rest on their journey. She had begun to bake, and to make lard, wild goat butter amd cheese. She roasts the meat they all hunted, after skinning and gutting it. Keeping the home in order, fixing stones and furniture which breaks not rarely amongst barbarians, she sees as her duty as wife. She cleans, she washes, she carves heavy flatware from wood and replaces it when broken, crafts drink horns from hunted prey. It keeps her on her toes and busy all day. She does not have much time for herself, and while that is new for her, she accepts it without complaining. The men of the barbarians guard, scout to find raid targets, plan the raids. But all raid together, men and women, so she will also have to keep her fighting skills and body up and lithe. Aside of getting the babies she gets more and more used to going to sleep late and raising from the furs early - including to satisfy Dirk's and her own sexual needs in the furs.

[05:12:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) needs an urgent break from all those works. She nearly feels how all that shortens her tendons and muscles. The guest whom she had practiced last time already had left, the day before. The others sleep yet, snore loud through the cave. One could think that a whole horde of ravaging bears roar in the cave. She grabs her sword and binds it about her shoulders with the straps, tosses the furs around her body and ties them securely. Sneaking is not needed. Even the guard had fallen asleep at the fire and snores, the fire she had already raked to burn again when she had woken up and prepared the breakfast.

[05:19:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gives the guest who guards on this late shift of the night, who had fallen asleep, rudely into the flank. She does not mean it evil, it is just the way of her folk. The man begins to wake up. "Guard! Eat!" She commands him, then leaves the cave. Outside she begins to run, through the canyons of the Wayward forests, to warm up and find a good spot to practice her attack. She meanwhile knows the strikes themselves very well, doing them against non moving targets does not really benefit her anymore. She will need a sparring partner. Yet there is none - the men in the cave are likely drunk enough to snore to the evening. Frustrated she sits down onto a rock on the wayside.

[05:24:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does at first not notice that a bunch of muggers approach her through the underbrush. One of them might have seen with what currency she pays in the tavern. Yet they do not hideously attack her at once, they feel superior being in the majority. The three surround her, begin to mock and threaten her. At first not understanding their peasently short sentences due to not getting how the words should be related to her, she soon does actually get it. They tell her about how weak she is as woman, how they will have fun with her sexually and twice if she does not pay the way toll they would demand. The three washed-up men stink, wear torn clothes of dirt stained linen, and hold butcher cleavers, broken sabers and clubs in the hands.

[05:30:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands up from the rock she sat on. The three thugs begin to laugh, mock further, and their leader even assumes a mocking battle stance, dancing from foot to foot to satirize a warrior's style. Slowly she draws her blade from the sheath on her back - the men still feel superior, laugh about it even. The hilt in front of her belly, she leans the broad of the blade against her forehead, the eyes narrowed, focusing entirely on her blade itself. She focuses the leader in that, but instead of attacking she slowly turns away from him, her body, not her head though. The men are so busy laughing and taunting and boasting about how they would fuck her again and again and destroy her by that, have their fun.

[05:34:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not turned away of course to bend over for the leader to rape her. Instead she had built up tension in her body, measured his height and motions. Suddenly all goes very fast: The moment her body shows mostly the back to the man, the head only able to see him from the brinks of the eyes anymore, she makes a fast, far jump backwards, spins the second half of the circle and extends her right arm with a battle cry to gather all her strength. All three men fall silent, stare at her, the leader, the two others. Yet only a moment the bandit leader stares at her, then his body goes limp and his head falls off his shoulders.

[05:40:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the other men gather themselves in sheer terror and will to survive. They attack! She storms against the right one of them, the one with the club, and tosses her with a half spin just against him. Her back crashes against his chest, both of them fall over and she ends laying backwards on the man, the man backwards on the floor. She lifts her blade so that the tip points down and stabs it aside her waist diagonally into his chest. Against her own body she levers the blade to totally crash his right chest cage, destroy his lung. Then, fast, she has to roll off him as the third thug already strikes against her with the broken saber. Yet by her rolling away, he just stabs his comrade into the heart, effectively killing him.

[05:47:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) uses the moment of shock of the man to free her blade. Both the man and herself retreat from each other, yet she in confidence, the man in terror. Once they are about twenty meters apart though, she begins to lift her blade, with both hands, high over the head. Crying her warcry she charges him, the man's eyes grow wide. About five meters in front of the man she jumps against him, the man lifts his blade to block the sword he deems incoming against his scalp. But she does not do it. She remembers what that one guest had told her, and so she lands into a deep crouch, in front of the man, pulls her blade all down in front of her crouching body. The man does not understand why she had not struck, likely even able to force the heavy two handed blade right through his broken saber.

[05:49:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) uses that confusion of the thug looking down at her with his weapon still held to parry over his head. She yells and thrusts her blade upwards, stabbing him from under his chin, through the upper throat, into the brain, out of the skull. She guides his already dead corpse backwards to the floor, then sets her boot against his dead face to pull her bloody blade free.

[05:53:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cleans her blade on the clothes of the thugs. They hold nothing of worth for he, but with a grim gaze she nods to them, honors them. They had in the end given her the chance to practice her signature attack, repeatedly. Moving targets, armed battle, no simple trees, no harmless sparring, a real fight. Proudly she marches back through the Wayward, towards her home. Sex... now...! No matter how drunk he is!

((later the day...))

[14:11:25] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) chews noisly on a piece of roast hog, quite content at never having another drink & rubbing his poor head, his poor pounding head.

[14:14:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) returns to the cave. She had wandered outside, after preparing the cave, cleaning, making breakfast while the man and the guests had still slept. Now she returns. She gifts Dirk a wordless smile and goes to the barrels to get herself a mug of grog. With that she walks to the central table and plops down, drinks, then draws her sword. It is yet a bit bloody and so she begins to clean it.

[14:17:51] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) looks over to his wife "what Shayra do?" looking at her bloodied blade with a smirk and a groan. The smell of Shayra's grog making his head pound harder than before, grunting loudly "Tell Dirk quiet" pointing to his head now "Head...broken"

[14:22:44] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks up and grins a toothy grin. She had well witnessed that he had drunken with the guests half through the night or longer, and masses to make a ship crew jealous. But she does not play tricks on him, she indeed lowers her voice. The baby inside of her makes her, at home at least, be able to modulate her voice even emotional now and then. "Shayra went out to practice. After making breakfast, cleaning. Shayra got waylayed." She explains as such, "Shayra slay all three thugs. Shayra slay with special attacks, with attacks from old tribe mate."

[14:28:02] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) listens to the womans deeds with a smile "Shayra bring many honor, shayra bring husband trophy?" watching Shayra with pride "Clan honor shayra, Blood & honor"

[14:30:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shakes her head while in lovingly caressing like style she cleans her blade. "Thugs no trophy, no worth, dirty men, poor, weak." She tells. The habit to cut their ears or fingers off and have those as a necklace she does not have. Special enemies she might keep the heads of as her belt shows. "Shayra many news."

[14:32:18] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) listens for Shayra to tell him of her news. whilst tearing into the hog again. His manners at least were not hindered by the mass amount of drinking he'd done with the nights guests.

[14:35:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finishes to clean her blade and sheathes it again. Another big swig from her mug, then she crawls on all four to behind him. There she sits down, slings her legs around his hips, and begins to massage his scalp. "Shayra talk with fish people. Fish people strong, make bloodbath in village - village no dare revenge. Shayra say fight with strong." She begins to tell, "Shayra also meet village Treasurer, say he point weak enemy, Bear Scar slay, make statement. And Shayra meet guard chief. Say villager coward, say if not find queen, Shayra take crown, be queen. Then make village fight, make much honor!"

[14:38:51] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) raises a brow "Fishpeople strong?" scratching his chin with a look of surprise "Shayra be Queen?" a piece of pork falling from his mouth as he hears news of Shayra possibly becoming queen

[14:43:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods behind him while going on with massaging his head. "Shayra think chief be strong, so who strong take chief. Shayra strong, villager weak and coward." She just means, "and fish people valorous! Make bloodshed on village square, no one dare revenge. Shayra had said, fight with White Queen, but White Queen fled, Queen guard fled, fear Shayra revenge, be shame from Shayra shaming. Shayra no fight with Queen. Shayra fight with strong. That be fish people, or Shayra take crown. Bear Scar clan rule village!"

[14:45:09] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) nods "Shayra make strong queen, Honor much" laughing now "Dirk want meet Fishpeople. Make pact" his eyes falling droopy again

[01:43:59] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) bursts into the cave with an exuberant grin that his hunt had gone so well "Shayra come... Dirk meat have! Hides too!" dropping 3 bear hides , 2 deer hides, 2 bear flanks, and Antlers from the deer "Dirk hunt great, many trophy" scanning the inside of the cave until his eyes fall on his wife "Der' you are!"

[01:49:52] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) looks over her shoulder as the sturdy door gets smacked open. She had cleaned up the mess from the prior day, had then slept, now woken up and is just busy washing herself in the small corner. She stands up, of course, smiles happily to see him back - it is nothing natural that they come back, always it is possible that the men die in battle or else go missing, just like most of the women. So she is happy each day anew, a new day of happiness gifted by the goddess and his skills. "Dirk good!" She exclaims, though soft in voice! Since she is pregnant, and has these strange feelings for him, she slowly learns to modulate her voice in a third way: soft and emotional. She runs up to him, jumps against him and slings her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips. "Dirk successful! And soon, Bear Scar turn deerhide in humanskull!"

[01:55:40] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) nods and holds his wife in his arms not having felt such for a woman before, a feeling of affection growing for her "Shayra miss hunt, Bear growl! Dirk growl more!" making hand motions and body movements to lay example of the fight. "Bear not smart, show bear belly. Dirk cut good" his voice not quite the gruff cold nordic drawl of his usual speech "Shayra miss Dirk?" feeling the grip she had on him, though loving the feel of it not even worried about the kills and hides on the ground.

[02:00:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods solemnly at that question and silences him finally - as little as he naturally speaks - by sealing his lips with her own. That is reply enough for now. Her belly has not yet shaped different than usual, for that it is too early in the process, but the thought is permanent nearly in her mind. As she breaks free finally from the kiss, she pulls back her head just a bit, noses still in close reach. "Dirk make big clan, own clan, Dirk chief then, Shayra Dirk queen!" She commands in that newly possible soft tone, "gather many people for clan, then clan strong!"

[02:05:08] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) smiles down at her "Dirk proud, clan grow strong" looking about for a mug "Dirk thirsty" he'd say in a demanding sort of tone "WENCH! DRINKS!" reaching down to untie is furs letting them fall to the floor seeing as they need a good washing after such a hunt. Now throwing off his Hide shoulderings and armgauntlets, leaving a trail of discarded gear from the table to the throne where his Loincloth was left from previous encounters with his wife, wanting nothing more than to relax after a tiring venture "Shayra bring food"

[02:10:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) slides off of him. She just loves how straight her people communicate what is important. And that she is called to work in the absence of bond servants does not matter to her at all. Work is part of her life, even house work. So she of course hurries to bring him a one liter mug of ale and a big rear leg of the currently roasted boar, dripping of fat. She brings that to the throne where he found seat, surely. "Shayra invite new guest. Girl name Valyn the Red. She sleep yet. Is from North, Wolf Fang people. Got many shame, lost battle of mate, ran away, got ejected from clan so." She narrates, "bad shame! But girl have much spirit, like to fight, like to be strong! Good warrior!"

[02:21:13] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) looks almost caught in shock "Wolf Fang?" knowledge of this clan having been known to his own clan "Dirk hear of Wolf Fang, from old home" he goes on to tell a tale of his people as often he did in remembering times long past, grabbing the meat from his wife and ripping pieces off with his teeth, pork fat dripping from his chin "Wolf Fang strong warriors, from north of Bear Clan," his noisy chewing and speaking with his mouth full muffling some of his words "Dirk fight Wolf Fang warrior in pit. Warrior show much honor! Make good fight!" trailing a finger down one side of his face, a long scar running down the length of his finger trail "Give Dirk proud scar" his voice trailing off as he recollects points of that fight "Fight last all day, Dirk tired, Wold Fang tired. But both fight anyway. Wolf Fang great ally of Great Bear Clan of Dirk homeland. Now adressing Shayra "Wolf Fang come Bear Scar? Want fight for clan?" His excitement showing a bit "Dirk command Wolf Fange test! Shayra test Wolf Fang girl" his face showing pride in Shayra's abilities "Shayra strong, watch Wolf Fang, fight side with her" his words cut short by a long hearty swallow of grog and belching arrogantly, tearing into another mouthful of hog

[02:25:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remains in place for now. Disturbing a man while he eats is near as bad as doing such to a wolf or bear, not that she would not dare to if she wanted. She listens to the story about their past. "So Wolf Fang also boatpeople," she comments finally, "north many snow? Shayra never saw snow! But Shayra tell Wolf Fang, girl spill blood aside Shayra, then spill blood aside Dirk, then Dirk consider take her, make her Bear Scar clan! Then woman can regain honor."

[02:28:26] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) claps his hands with finality "So be it! Dirk wait see. If Wolf Fang pass, Be wolf fang no more, be Bear Scar" his voice final and reaches out for Shayra, taking her by the waist and pulling her to him "Come! Eat, drink," he coaxes to shayra

[02:32:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lands on his lap by his pull. Business was discussed, now the fun parts start, feasting, before it goes back to work or maybe even fighting. She grabs for his pork knuckle holding wrist and pulls it to her face so she can bite off meat, doing that savagely, like an animal nearly. Then likewise with the ale. "Dirk make Shayra proud!" She grunts with filled mouth, "Dirk good man for Shayra! Shayra proud be Bear Scar!"

[02:35:55] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) smiles and lets her eat from his meat "Shayra good wife! make Dirk proud" his hands grabbing a handful of shayra's butt "Shayra great sex, make baby dirk" then pulling a hand to lay on Shayra's tummy "Baby in der?" giving an almost humourous smile

[02:39:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) presses her butt into his hands. "Yes, Dirk baby in Shayra belly!" She confirms. She does not even mind that the other woman is still sleeping soundly near the table, yet as he speaks about sex, she thinks that it is what he would want now. Eating, drinking, mating, all part of the feasting, and she has less than nothing against it either. "Shayra only one wish! Wish that baby is a son! Most honor for Shayra! For Bear Scar clan!" she grunts as her hand already begins to yank on her belt to open it, and to let her hip furs fall down.

[02:42:37] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu): grins smugly before caressing Shayra's body, kissing her from her neck to her chest, an almost hunger for her showing in his agressive move to get Shayra to fuck him despite the guests "Shayra Dirk fuck" slinding a hand between her legs to run his fingers over her mound

[02:47:42] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moans already at the rough handling, at the audible desire, and at the touch between her legs. She spreads them some to allow better reaching of her folds. She lays her hands against his chest though, presses him back against the back rest of the throne. She stares him willingly, aroused and demandingly into the eyes while her hand goes down to tear off his loin cloth until she can see his shaft. In her mind though a memory comes up, from something, someone had once demanded from her and which she back then had not understood. Perhaps worth a try....

[02:50:46] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) groans and slides his finger past shayra's fold, delving deep inside her and giving her nipple a bite and suck before kissing his wife deeply with desire for her, his breathing having grown a slight bit heavier than normal, his heart racing in his chest

[02:55:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) loses that thought again as he presses his finger into her, and in the same moment bites into her nipple. It is as if two sources of sensations erupts in her body and meet in a clash of fiery iron in her belly. From this she does not want to get away, so she drops that thought of trying what that someone back then had demanded. She gets wet from his probing of his finger in her and the caressing of her breast, quickly. And so she seeks the top of his head while his mouth is still at her breast and digs her face into his hair, kissing his scalp. Her left hand seeks hold on his shoulder while the right one goes down to his shaft to enclose it, and pullingly, yankingly, rubs it to harden it. "Shayra want gift many babies, gift Dirk, so Dirk proud, so people see Dirk mighty, strong man." She mutters in groans into his hair.

[03:00:36] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) grumbles furiously, his desire for his wife reaching a boiling point and wondering just how far she would go to please him "Shayra want dirk? Show Dirk how much" his lips pulling hard at her nipple with an occasional nip, digging his fingers into shayras back and pulling it downward as if to claw her. Listening to her breathing going moaning sparks a pleasure in him "Shayra know new tricks?" his eye raising a bit as he says

[03:06:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is really not experienced in sex, knowing basically only what she had imagined of others of her tribe, her parents, do under the furs, and what she had meanwhile experienced: The shaft of the man goes hard into the folds of the woman. Only the orc had demanded from her to take his shaft into her mouth. That sounded so unnatural to her that only orcs could get that idea. What would be the purpose of that? "Shayra want Dirk, want feel inside her!" She moans into his hair, still rubbing his shaft to harden it. And as soon as she considers it even only hard enough, she lowers herself onto it, impales herself on it, pushes it inside of herself, against his bite into her nipple, supported by his scratching down her back which also feels arousing to her. With a slurping sound his shaft gets enveloped by her inner tunnel, if it is fully hard or not. Her panting shows a mix of arousal, and the pain of arousing stretching of her tight inner walls. Where should she have gotten new tricks from? She does not lay with others, she does not talk with others about it. She does not reply to that question, loses it from her mind even due to the starting sex.

[03:11:24] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) feels shayra slide down onto his shaft, and groans, grabbing her by the hips and lifting & slamming her down onto his now hard manhood. His grunts quickening, looking up at sharya with a smile. Holding onto her now as not to drop her, stands up and turns around, Dropping her onto the chair before flipping her over to her belly, having bent her over the chair and slides his shaft back into her, a hand holding her down to the Throne while the other takes a wrap of SHayra's hair around it and yanking her head back "Dirk fuck Shayra good. give many many baby" now thrusting menacingly hard into her with a groan

[03:17:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) yelps joyfully at being manhandled so strong and finally landing in the best of doggy styles on the throne. And as he pulls her hair, she snarls from the tension - barbarians do nothing without strength, but she will not surrender to the pain. Like a mountain lion she feels how he straddles her, presses into her again. And then already she feels his thrusts pound hard into her, shoving her body against the pull on her hair. She claws her fingers into the furs of the throne, driven by sensation and pain mixing into pure lust. Again she feels how her entire hips ignite in sheer searing fire from the harsh work of him in her. It takes long moments, many thrusts, until she can let go at least one hand from the furs, to take it to her own breast to knead it firmly.

[03:21:28] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) continues his thrusts, releasing the hand that holds her down as to reach around and grope the breast opposite the one Shayra was, His groans becoming loud "Take DIrk shaft! Make Shayra scream" releasing her hair now to give her a hard swat on the ass, then gripping her ass hard with the hand, holding her steady to increase the power behind each thrust

[03:24:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moans louder and louder the harder he goes, and it must be a booze supported miracle that the guests and others do not wake up from that. Her entire body gets pounded forth by that violence thrusting into her, just to be pulled back by the hips. She has to tense up even to support that. "Yes! Yes! Shayra want!" She groans, pressed from that tension, between the moans that echo meanwhile from the cave walls. It is not rare that even guests enjoy each other soundly, and others just don't care. It is so natural.

[03:39:41] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) thrusts a few more times, roaring loudly as he releases violently inside Shayra , his breathing sounding as if he'd just done battle "Shayra... Happy. Dirk Happy" his body falling to the ground on the furs exhausted, his eyes rolling back "Dirk....." begins snoring loudly before finishing his words

((later the day...))

[04:54:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves through the forest. She had relaxed after the man had fallen asleep, though not really washed. For that there had been no time, it is work that's to be done, and best before the night falls over the lands again. She moves through the land, with a heavy fur sack in her left fist, from rock to rock, seeking apparently stones. She lifts one after the other, keeps ones that look big and more or less flat. She is so sunken into her gathering that she does not even notice the black clad figure looming behind a tree on the path.

[05:22:43] Arryik walked down the path and was headed for the den. He was looking forward to some well deserved rest. Though as he walked down the path he would notice the woman off to the side collecting what appeared to be a lot of stones. He raised a brow and came to a stop as he looked over to her. That was rather odd. At least to him. But he'd stay where he was on the path, just observing the woman for the moment.

[05:27:12] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) puts one of those stones into her sack, one that has like one and a half feet diameter, is about a third of a foot high, and roughly round. She looks about for others for a while, then though seems to not find any that fit, and moves up the hill slope to seek more in the deeper parts of the forest on the other side of the river. Getting up there, though, she stops as she sees someone there, a black clothed, disguised man - assuming from the rough shape that it is a man at least. "You have ugly face? Need to hide face hence?" She snorts and bursts out in a hearty laughter. Why anyone would disguise their face outside of winter at least or supreme heat she cannot imagine yet, and winter she had never experienced in all her life.

[05:44:28] Arryik watched the woman stop collecting the stones and start to walk his way. He looked her over as she did so, his eyes narrowing some at her questions. Though he had gotten rather used to that over the years since his face was always hidden from view. And he wouldn't even comment on what she had said. Instead he would start to head back in the direction he was going, wanting to head to the den and get some rest.

[05:46:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) continues to laugh. For her it is only strange, amusing, she has no intend to offend others even if her words and tone might indicate such often. As the man moves on, a random encounter on the road, she moves on as well, to collect more stones, which she needs for her plan to craft stone bowls from them, for cooking, baking and the like.

((later the day...))

[07:59:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had returned to the cave. The rocks were placed close to the cooking pit. She had only found two that would qualify to be crafted into crude bowls - well at least one could make them to lay them on top of each other later on, so they would function like a pod with lid to bake alike. That would have to be done later the day though. The guests are calling for their mead. "You lazy, too drunk to stand on feet!" She mocks back in loud call through the cave, bursts out into laughter once more and still brings them the drinks. It was surely not being drunk at this time of the day, two of them had just found that they were headed the same way, towards Sar'skri in the east, and were already planning and discussing that gravely.

[08:04:31] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets basically surprised by one of the two discussers to ask her about her weapon training. She had practiced a lot recently, to strike with her blade against certain spots, to strike in a way that is maybe less common of an attack. Usually battle training consists mostly of slashes against legs, flank, shoulders, stabs against the head or heart. For many soldiers of civilized lands such suffices, as they are else just peasants, and their generals try to defeat enemies by sheer body count. She wanted to be better, and with the barbarian from her old tribe not present, she would have to practice his tactic alone, according to what she remembered him doing. "Shayra slay three yesterday, good fight!" She grunts as reply.

[08:09:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds the man, the guest stand up and draw clear, just as he does so she retreats a few paces and also already reaches for her blade. 'Show me!' the man demands, 'show me how you fought!' She narrows her eyes, wanting to see if he seeks a serious fight or just a sparring, if he shows honest interest or if he wants to shame her in her own home where he is guest. But then he is indeed a guest, she would not break hospitality, and even less she would ever turn down a fight. She draws clear. "You prepare parry!" She grunts, and already charges against him...

[08:14:01] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) charges against the man - him standing on the other side of the table from her view, with two more guests, a man and a woman, sitting there too. She uses the shoulder of the sitting man to get more momentum for her jump, jumps high and against the challenger. That is truly something this man had not expected, and surely so he rips his blade up to parry a possible blow against his scalp, holding his axe with both hands. But again she does not slash against the scalp, goes outright into a crouch upon landing and rips the blade straight down. She rips it down just to sstab vertically up right after, an attack that could go through the chin into the brain of an enemy. Yet she had aimed aside his head, by intend, the blade stabs up through the air, just an inch away from the man's eyes who still, in suprise, holds his battle axe over his head to parry, totally stunned by an attack out of a jump coming from below.

[08:20:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rolls backwards in that moment of surprise of her enemy, and while standing up then she already rotates on her toes, swirls around, and extends her arms for a slash in the last moment. The man just having opened his mouth for a reply, praise or taunt, just leaves his lips wide parted. Before he could have moved much he had not only seen the strike from below that could have impaled his head, he now also sees the sharp blade having stopped a few hairs worth width away from his neck - a strike suited to behead him in one blow, stopped just before that would have happened. He lowers his weapon. 'I... see...' he admits, and gains a toothy grin from her. Saying thanks or sorry is not very common amongst the barbarian folks she knows, and also praising others so directly is something that might not occur in all of them. "Shayra learned hard, you now drink. Shayra prepare food for travel, or if want stay another day, you tell, then Shayra prepare tomorrow!" She commands basically, extending with that also the invitation to find rest in their cave. Having guests means a lot more work, especially for her, but it makes the cave so much more warm.

[07:01:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marched through the forest. She is not the best of hunters, but she can carry her weight as huntsman. And she had been told that the wyverns she needs to find would be where the Singarti, the wolf people, dwell. Or near there, but that such is a good place to start her search. There is but one way from the river side with the river to the one with the forest where those shall dwell, and so she begins her tracking right on that natural bridge that spans high over the river canyon.

[07:06:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds the first traces quickly on that bridge. Wolf paw prints of different origins, directions and... sizes? She had never seen werewolves or similar, but can well imagine that on this crazy island with all its strange races also wolf people could dwell. Likely also bear people and badger people, maybe even scorpion or snake people. Whatever. Some of these tracks and paw prints are damn big, as tall as her own boot's foot print, just twice as broad. That must be huge wolves, maybe like that horse sized dire wolf of the black skinned orc! She braces herself for some really nasty encounters - wolves are rarely peaceful, and much less they are alone!

[07:12:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) crouch walks to follow the tracks of those wolves, deeper and deeper into the forest. Meanwhile she holds her spear, a heavy war spear, with both hands. The signs for the Singarti become more clear the more she follows the tracks, towards the edge of the forest. Gnawed off bones, skulls, excrements of various sizes that clearly smell as bad as such from carnivores. She must already be in the territory of the wolfpeople. A thunderclap suddenly rages from the sky down into the forest, loud and close - the lightning shine had been very brief before it, and right after it, a strong rain sets in: Big drops falling down from the sky, as dense as a waterfall nearly. It takes only moments until she is soaked wet from it.

[07:19:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds a slope down from the forest. From the edge there she can look far over the ocean. The tides ravage the ocean as she can see, a really strong thunderstorm is right over the waters and the forest at least. One cannot see far. The slope down already begins to form into a white water waterfall. But she wants to go down there, and so she has to try! Carefully she sets one foot in front of the other, while the waters rush down around her feet and other waters pour down in masses from the sky onto her.

[07:23:34] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not gotten far until another loud thunderclap rips the air, totally inline with the lightning. A loud creaking, roaring and near exploding sound of bursting wood follows right from behind her. The tree there had been struck, split down to the roots. One half of the tree begins to bend, towards the watery slope she stands on, and her eyes grow big! That thing would hit her likely! Turning again to look down, she sees that a very slippery slope down has yet many meters to pass, and going up would take too long against the streaming waters!

[07:29:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) tries to hurry further down hence, the half, and burning tree comes further and further her way. The next time she looks over her shoulder she just sees it already blocking her way back. This turning though caused her to lose grip with her boots, she slips, and then it goes down fast the white watery way like on a adventure funpark water slide. She lands all the way down on a mountain ledge, fully exposed to the rain, wet as if having jumped into the ocean itself. The tides crush soundly against the mountain side far beneath her, but loud enough to suppress most any other sound.

[07:34:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lays on her back but pushes herself up by the elbows. She can barely see with all the rain hitting her face. What she sees though is bad enough! The tree half up the slope begins to fall, falls, and rushes down the slope. It is a big tree, and she knows she cannot escape anymore. She rolls all into a ball, as tight as she can, to protect her belly, her face, her chest from the many branches and twigs that soon later slide over her like a myriad of whips.

[07:38:20] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) screams in pain finally as the trunk rushes over her, not far, but enough to force her to unroll and get stuck under it. It is her iron belt that had protected her from most scratches, but it also cares for her to be stuck between a rock beneath and the trunk over her! She feels her legs on the other side, tries to find hold with her heels, but fails as the floor had all turned muddy around her. She lays her palms against the rock, tries to press it away - it does not work. She cannot shove it off nor lift it, and she has to tense all her muscles fully to withstand the weight at least. The trunk laying diagonally, yet on the slope and the ledge at least disables the huge trunk to totally squeeze her. But what if now a pack of those giant wolves comes by?!

[07:45:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) knows that she has to get away from there, and fast! A nearby fireplace, a cave in the mountain side from which an insane stench comes even through the rain, tells her that she had found the Singarti anyways. She tries once more to prey the trunk off her, with the help of her entire body even. It moves a bit, just too little - comes to lay on her thighs. She gives a pressed, pained "Ufffff!" at the weight. Somehow she must get this thing off her, else she will be dinner for wolves!

[07:51:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finally takes her spear. The wear spear hilt is thick and long, and made from hard wood. She stretches herself to reach it, barely managing that, but finally getting the pommel into her hand. She pulls it closer, and shoves it aside of herself under the trunk. She pulls the top end of the spear over her body, and stemms her arms up to push the spear away from herself - the lower end laying against a stone near her feet. The lever helps, allows her to actually move the tree trunk. Still it is hard work, and she needs to use all her strength. Not fast, but the trunk moves up. She has to care for it to not roll further and crush her lower legs. That's what she fears, yet she had forgotten that her lower legs are protected by strong smithed iron. She presses, more and more, a guttural growl pressing forth from the depths of her throat due to the tension.

[07:58:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finally gets the trunk up from her thighs. She can slide out from under the trunk, and once she manages that, the trunk slides off the ledge. She kneels in the mud aside where she had laid just moments before, panting and overly muddy and wet herself from the strong thunderstorm and rain. Still the waves of the ocean are brutal against the mountain side and the rain hails down like a waterfall. But she is free from the trunk, alive, and able to defend herself if such huge beasts should come from her. She just needs to catch for breath now...

[08:04:27] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) was leaning against the mouth of the den, perhaps having a bit of an existential crisis, but that's not something she would ever voice to anyone. She watched the spray of the sea as the waves crashed against the cliff side. As she turned to go inside, she paused suddenly, her ears perking up at the sound of someone's labored breathing. Lifting her nose slightly, her nostrils flair as she tries to catch the scent of who ever was either dumb enough or brave enough to venture so close to the den. As the scent hit her, the corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk. Of course. Who else would it have been? Her plan changing, she begins to walk up the path in search of the barbarian.

[08:08:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is just standing up as she sees a motion through the veils of heavy rain that come from the thunderstorm clouds above, a motion in the brinks of her eyes. She wipes her face, tries to see who it is. It takes a while until she recognizes the feline like woman she had met with that other purple gnat woman recently. She stands up fully, planting that heavy war spear's pommel onto the ground to find further hold. The rain turns the slope down into a white water waterfall still. She lifts the other hand. "Shayra greet!" She yells through the loud rain and over the incredible noise of the waves crashing against the mountain deep below. Carefully she begins to make her way down. If that woman is here, those giant wolves cannot be here, right? Else they would have eaten the cat like woman - dogs hate cats, so much even she knows.

[08:15:55] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) grimaced at all the water that rushed down the cliff side, but quickly tried to cover it with a smile. One that may have seemed a bit forced and less genuine had the woman been closer when she did so. Her eyes quickly searched the woman as she continued approaching, "Oh, uh, greetings." Her wet hair clung to her skin and she was hating every moment of being out here. So why was she out here again? She stopped moving once she was partially sheltered by the large log thing. Her mouth opened as if she were about to talk, but nothing came out at first as she remembered the broken choppy way the woman spoke, "Why Shayra here?" She cringed at the sound and the words coming from her mouth, she hoped no one came by and heard her talking like such a simpleton.

[08:20:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remains standing as the other woman comes closer, preferring that anyways with the heavy rain and thunderstorm from above, and the slope being more a waterfall meanwhile. She is already entirely muddy and soaked wet, including her iron and fur armor. Again she leans on that heavy spear. "Shayra seek wyvern!" She yells through the noise of storm, rain and waves, "been told wyverns near here!" She again wipes her face - the water clashes against her from above, and from the slope behind her. "You woman seen wyvern? Or Shayra must seek more? You seen tracks?!"

[08:26:24] Snow (jlllover12) made her way down the incline and towards the den, reaching up to push her damp white hair away from her eyes. This was the kind of weather that she didn't like in any way, didn't enjoy it, didn't care for it. It was a pain in the ass for her. A light drizzle of rain? Sure she could handle that! But this along with lightning and thunder, she'd be a roasted bird if she flew in something like this. She side stepped away from what seemed to be a poor tree struck recently by the lightning and hurried down towards the den, almost running into someone on the way down.

[08:30:20] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) flashed a smile that was more menacing than it was friendly. There was no one here to stop her from having that meal she had planned to have when she had first met the woman. She had begun to advance again, when another scent stopped her in her tracks. Her gaze moved pasted the barbarian to another she had been dying to sink her teeth into. Now this was a conundrum. Decisions decisions. The menacing smile that had been upon her lips melted away to one of delight, "No wyvern here..." She trailed off and tried to pretend she wasn't thinking of what a two course meal of the two of them would taste like. Her mouth beginning to water as she spoke again, "This isn't exactly wyvern hunting weather."

[08:35:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not notice anyone behind herself due to the water flooding down from above and the rain and waves giving enough harsh noise. She has enough to do with wiping the rain from her face to be able to see the woman in front of her and to stabilize herself on the slippery slope with her war spear. Only as the woman in front looks past her, she follows that gaze and sees in the last moment that there is a white haired someone, small, sliding down, stabilizes and tenses herself to prepare for a possible impact and still remain standing. She turns half, to not offer her back to any of them. Neither watering mouth nor hunger of the woman beneath her she notices though. And while she hears that no wyvern is here, the other sentence is lost - not only due to being too long for her, also the immense volume of the rain disabling her to focus that additional bit. "Shayra see!" She yells - why would that woman with just a pair of daggers be here if there'd be wyverns? Those weapons are not really suited for such a battle. "But Shayra start seek here!" Another commandlike yell, "Shayra been told they close! Close to here!" The rain will likely not make it easy to find tracks though, even when the rain stops.

[08:40:32] Snow (jlllover12) watched the woman at the bottom of the incline closely. She remembered that one, that one had been the one to stare at her like she had been a meal when she had first gotten into the den. No way would she be getting plucked like a chicken did before getting cooked anytime soon! She gave the woman a 'don't even think about it' look then tried to scoot around the much taller woman with what seemed to be a hell of a lot of weapons. "Everything okay?" she called out over the rain.

[08:45:04] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) eyed the barbarian and began to run through ways to take her down in her mind. Obviously, she could take her by surprise, knock her feet out from under her. Her eyes narrowed as the looked to the water that rushed around their legs. No, that was a bad idea. With her luck the water would take her and she might end up in the sea at that rate. She wasn't about to assist in the feeding of those bloody merfolk. The sound of Snow's voice pulled her from her thoughts and she grinned widely looking at Shayra, "Fantastic. I was just thinking of joining this one on her hunt." Hunting accidents happened all the time right? Her attention moved back to Snow and she moved to intentionally block her from being able to also scoot around her, "You should join us. It could be... so amusing." For some it might have been hard to hide the murderous intent in their voice, but for her, she had practice. It had become second nature.

[08:48:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards the bright skinned, white haired woman. The rain letting the black stripe of battle paint over her eyes run down, which makes it look maybe even more mean. Her thighs are scratched from hard bark from that tree that had rolled over her earlier, get her stuck, else she is only soaked wet and muddy like a child playing diver in the mud. "Yes!" She yells back over the rain, "Shayra good! Shayra strong!" enough of a sign that all is okay for her. "Just no wyvern here! Shayra want wyvern!" That's the only spot of taint on her mood currently, and the announced prey surely also the reason for her huge war spear. "What make lone woman here?!" She yells further into the direction of the white haired, "you no weapon! You no smart!" It is not smart in her eyes to move without weapons, the world, especially this strange island, is dangerous enough. The words of the first sentence of the dark haired she does not get - too long, but neither directed at her anyways. So she looks down, the last part she had understood. "Join... us? What we do?" She asks, irritated. Not that she would deny anyone to share the honor of the hunt with her, but she does not know that the woman even plans something like that - even if herself would be the prey. "Hunt always joy, bigger joy is big fight! Fight more amusing!" She yells down.

[08:51:36] Snow (jlllover12) raised a brow as she looked at the one woman blocking her path. "Hunt?! In this weather? All of the animals are probably hiding somewhere," she said over the pouring rain and thunder. Then she huffed as she looked at the other woman with all the weapons. "I am smart, I have other weapons than what you have!" That was true, she might not have many weapons her other than maybe a few hidden knives but she had her other form with a sharp beak and extremely sharp talons.

[08:58:03] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) bite her lower lip doing her best to ignore the rain that pelted her skin as her eyes moved back and forth between the two women. Her eyes lingered on Snow, Shayra may not have realized she was more than she seemed, but Elka did. Their kind was a weapon in themselves. Slowly her attention turned back to the barbarian and gave her a matter of fact nod, "Yes. Wyvern hunt. All of us." She gave a shrug and tried to explain to Snow, "Don't take offense, she doesn't even speak full sentences. Besides, you know how other races have some of the oddest ideals." She took that moment to move out of the path, "And let's be honest, if the animals are lying in wait due to the weather that means they aren't roaming. It makes them so much easier to track." and with that she gestured for Shayra to lead the way on this stormy day hunt.

[09:00:41] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs at the white haired. She takes what she sees, and she sees no weapons on her, surely none that are hidden anyways. Magic is nothing she thinks about commonly, neither is shape shifting. And she does not consider her a white knight in the world, tasked to protect or save others than her own family and clan. For her the woman is without weapons and in a dangerous area. She hears the joined hunting suggestion of the other, nods briefly, even though the tracks currently are all washed away - wyverns have wings, so one should look up too anyways. The words between them are lost, yet at the signal of the hand she nods once more, turns and begins to fight her way up the slope again, through the white water like flood that rushes down the slippery, muddy soil.

[09:05:19] Snow (jlllover12) watched the two closely then sighed a bit as she crossed her arms before reaching up to push her wet, white hair out of her eyes once again. "Fine, okay, I'll go hunting with you guys, but it's going to be hard in this weather. If it gets worse though, we'll have to head back," she called out before she started to follow.

[09:10:19] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) gave a victorious little cheer in her head and then followed Shayra, fighting her way up the slope. She wouldn't have admitted it to the other two, but she had never seen a wyvern. She had no frame of reference for what it is she was pretending to hunt. Her real prey was already within range. Once again her mind drifted to thoughts of eating them and how they would taste. If she wasn't so adverse to fire she could likely make some truly delicious gourmet meal, but it was a necessity. For the moment, she followed along like a machine even if with her thoughts far far away.

[09:14:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marches further into the muddy forest. The tree foliage seems to not protect much from the heavy weight of rain that comes from the sky. She had neither ever seen a wyvern. She had though been told about dragons, and seen a painting of one, and been told that wyverns are the same in small and without arms additional to the wings. In real she had seen them, both, but never realized it as those beasts had been far at the horizon or damn high in the sky so she thought it would been closer eagles or the like. "Wyvern big!" She yells to the others that seem to follow her, and what she now and then checks to still be the case, "if see, scream! Let Shayra fight, Shayra have a big spear! Also look sky! Wyvern fly! Wings like dragon, like big bat!" That's all she knows or concludes at least.

[09:16:30] Snow (jlllover12) followed after the woman with all the weapons, raising one brow as she heard her talking. A wyvern? Oh hell, that was what they were hunting? She had thought they'd be hunting something small like...a deer or hell, even a boar but a wyvern? She kept her head down a bit so that the rain wouldn't get into her eyes before she looked about again. Yeah, she hated this fucking rain a lot! Not fun to be in at all.

[09:20:09] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) trailed behind the other two giving it a few moments before she silently slipped into the shadows. If she wanted to get the kill, she'd have to be smarter and take them by surprise. The sounds of her bones beginning to crack was covered by the rain and thunder, not that they'd likely have heard it anyhow. Her nails lengthened into claws, and hair began to sprout and darken all over her body. Every moment of it she stuck to the shadows off to the left of their path and behind them, stalking them even as she began to shift.

[09:24:11] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves further and further, now and then sinking in half to the knees in the muddy forest soil, yet her legs are strong, and this cannot be worse than the quicksand of her home. She looks around, and up, all the time, now and then also to the comrades of the hunt - as before already. Just at one turn, the auburn haired woman was gone. "Ey! White Hair! You saw other woman? She gone!" She yells. Such is always alerting surely, they are still in the territory of those giant wolves. She had seen tracks before the rain, and they were twice the width of her own foot prints. Massive huge beasts for sure. Now she sees no tracks at all, of nothing, in the water covered mud. She cannot see far due to the rain, and the gloam and darkness under the trees does not help it.

[09:26:42] Snow (jlllover12) paused when she heard herself being called White Hair. Well....first it was a nickname of being called Snowflake and now White Hair. She could only imagine what the next name would be! Then she paused and looked about, lifting her head to try to at least pick up on a scent but with the rain, it made it difficult to do so. "She was behind me," she called out as she looked around for the other woman, her body already beginning to tense, muscles starting to tighten and bones possibly bending beneath her skin as she prepared to shift if necessary.

[09:30:51] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) gave herself a shake as the final changes began to take place. Water had already begun to collect in her fur and she crouched down on all fours. Not a muscle in her body moved, except the tip of her tail that twitched in anticipation. They had stopped moving and her ears picked up the sounds of their conversation. The alarm in the voices. She stayed like that prepared to pounce, her scratchy cat like tongue sliding over the fur of her muzzle. LIkely she would only get one shot. If she chose the white haired woman, she could likely get her before she shifted and flew away. However, she wouldn't have to worry about that with the barbarian...

[09:34:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) hears that reply of the other. She considers her not an experienced hunter due to that, not that she herself would be better, but pride totally blurs her self esteem in that matter. She grunts so as reply, then though twitches her head. Was there some unnatural bending in the thigh of the other? She wipes her eyes and holds her hand to shield her eyes against the rain from above to get a better view. "You broke bone? Then you no hunt! No good if injured!" She yells, yet knows that she herself would - pride based - do the same likely. But she does not care long for it, she is not there to care for the white haired woman, she rather looks if she finds the other woman in the underbrush. Maybe she was just slow and would come a bit later? The black panther she does not see in this dim light, this veil like rain and the thick underbrush - and hearing it is totally out of question, would even be under best conditions. She has just human ears, so unless the beast snarls or roars or breaks a branch she will not hear it like that. The spear in both hands, looking around, she discusses in her head if she should return. She is not there to care for them, but they are temporary comrades, so some loyalty would be in place. "We seek brown haired first!" She yells so to the other, the white haired, "you stay close Shayra! No want lose white haired!"

[09:37:26] Snow (jlllover12) rolled her shoulders a bit to hold back the change for now as she began to look about, trying to look for the woman that had been with them just a moment ago. She had a bad gut feeling of what could possibly happen next so her dark green eyes went everywhere, looking for a sign of the other woman. "I'm fine!" she called out to Shayra. "We'll find her."

[09:41:36] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) waited until neither of them were looking in her direction before creeping forward ever so slowly. It was like she was in some kind of weird slow motion replay. Every muscle in her body tightened to the point that they felt as if they would snap and then she launched herself into the air attempting to pounce the barbarian rather than Snow. It was simple strategy. Her claws extended and her fangs flashed, everything seeming to take much longer to happen than it truly was. What seemed like long minutes were in fact only seconds.

[09:48:08] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) considers the reply of the white haired enough. If she had broken a bone or is just too proud to admit, she does not care. The white haired is responsible for herself, to win her own battles. She would not fully relay on her in battle due to the possible broken bones. "Last saw that way! No many moments!" She yells, and repeats it as a thunderclash had overwritten her words the first time, "we look there!" She points the spear straight north where they come from. That extended arm though is what likely saves her when a sudden explosion of black seems to happen in the priorly green and brown underbrush happens half behind the white haired, resulting in a big black shadow with gleaming piss yellow eyes flying towards her! The spear, grabbed with both hands still, functions well like a shield, giving her a good enough moment to sally a step forwards, and prevent the sharp claws of sinking into her arm or body. No time to yell, no time to bark commands, she works hardest instead to get into a secure battle stance in this mud, holding the spear towards the shadow, or beast, to keep it at distance for now.

[09:51:28] Snow (jlllover12) gave a nod towards Shayra as she turned to follow the woman. "Okay, you lead!" she called out over the rain before spinning around when she realized something was behind her and then saw the large cat sailing through the air towards Shayra. She stumbled backwards, her change now starting once again, bones cracking, muscles ripping only to reform once again as white feather seemed to sprout over her body.

[09:55:33] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) no longer cared about the rain that fell, it didn't bother her anymore. Every fiber of her being focused on the woman before her. She had hoped to at least knock her down, but obviously Shayra would be a bit more difficult to bring down that originally thought. A frustrated cat-like snarl came from her and she sprang into action again taking a few steps as if she were going to go around the woman before leaping with open jaws for her throat.

[09:56:15] Elka rolls Dice (CC:bfc7): 89, Will she get the throat?
[09:56:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfc8): 123, Dodge
[09:56:33] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):123

[09:59:10] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has no eyes currently for the white haired, so the setting in transformation is lost on her. What a strange world, with so strange beings! Where she hailed from it was humans on humans, rarely a war beast like a gryphon to it, a dire wolf or giant scorpion - but those beasts were beasts that stayed beasts! Simple and straight, just as she is herself. She is now ready though for the battle. It is a simple click for her, it would be harder to go into thinking mode. She is a warrior, nothing more really. So she follows the beast that walks around her, likely to get an angle away from the sting in her hands, follows it with the eyes and spear tip. By intend then she lets the spear stop to follow the beast, and the result comes at once when the beast jumps against her again. She dodges to the left, evades so the massive weight of the big predator cat, and in the same motion thrusts her large war spear against the flank of the beast!

[09:59:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bfc9): 68, Large weapon attack (3 dmg)
[09:59:35] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):68
[10:00:33] Elka rolls Dice (CC:bfca): 75, Don't spear me!

[10:09:41] Snow (jlllover12) shifted off to the side, her body changing and morphing quickly before she was able to spread her wings in her other form then flapped them strongly, once then twice before picking up into the air. When she saw the cat pouncing, she tried to swoop down, hovering in the air just above the large cat, trying to distract it from attacking Shayra, maybe it would work?

[10:13:59] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) slid in the mud just as she went for the throat and her pounce was less than satisfactory. Had she been able to she likely would have cussed in that moment. Just as she was about to turn and launch another attack Snow had shifted and was swooping into her. It was that moment when she had taken her eyes off of Shayra that she felt the cut of her spear. It was a glancing blow, but enough of one to cause pain and bleeding. The anger of it brought her focus back to the barbarian woman and the anger and hunger in her yellow eyes was evident as she made for another attack. Leaping in an attempt to knock the woman to the ground.

[10:14:26] Elka rolls R5 vs Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ (CC:bfcb): 146, Take her down.
[10:14:26] Prohawk HUD: Elka rolled R5 against you (146, Take her down.)
[10:15:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfcd): 76, Dodge
[10:15:45] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):76

[10:19:38] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has no idea where that white falcon or hawk now suddenly comes from, but that it fights on her side apparently is no shame to her anyways. She has no time to look for the white haired woman with the feline predator so close. The wondering thoughts about why such a bird would attack such a cat, she shoves aside to keep focusing on the battle. Yet that was too late, the big cat already again flies towards her. She can barely evade and just feels the weight of the beast crash against her side, resulting in her spinning and flying two meters further, just to land with a big splash in the mud. Damn, how she hates the climate and soil here - it is so much easier for her to fight in desert sand! Glad though about the polearm, she just lifts that, to prevent a possible try of the beast to get all over her in the next moment, give her perhaps time to stand up again.

[10:26:04] Snow (jlllover12) flew in a tight circle before letting out a loud shrieking sound, trying to distract the large cat. Cats liked birds right? Sort of in that Sylvester liked Tweety Bird kind of way. She spread her wings as she flew upwards, coasting on a sudden breeze then started to fly downwards, wings tucked in at her sides to help her to gain speed before she spread them once again to catch herself. For now unless she wanted to get in Shayra's way, she'd have to simply aim to distract the large black cat.

[10:29:31] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) found the woman was quicker than she anticipated and she was already standing. The shriek from the bird distracting her but only for a second, she had to stay focused and the bird was a lost cause in her mind. If she turned to attack it, it would only fly away. She launched herself at Shayra again, this time in an attempt to get her teeth around any part of her. She wanted nothing more to feel her flesh in her mouth, to taste her blood on her tongue.

[10:30:17] Elka rolls R5 vs Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ (CC:bfce): 59, Bite, om nom (3 dmg)
[10:30:17] Prohawk HUD: Elka rolled R5 against you (59, Bite, om nom (3 dmg))
[10:30:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfd0): 2, Evade
[10:30:49] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):2

((Critical hit, 4 dmg taken by Shayra))

[10:34:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) finds her long war spear totally useless to keep a mere animal on a distance - and that standing up was the wrong choice. She roars out in pain as she feels the strong teeth of the predator cat sink into her thigh. She has to fight to keep on her feet though, or the battle might well be over for her and for good. So the beast being so close, teeth in her flesh, she can just do one thing: She rotates the spear, still in both hands, to strike from above, into the back of the beast....

[10:34:51] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bfd1): 146, Large Weapon (3 dmg)
[10:34:51] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):146
[10:36:54] Elka rolls R6 vs Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ (CC:bfd2): 48, Impaled or naw?
[10:36:54] Prohawk HUD: Elka rolled R6 against you (48, Impaled or naw?)

((Critical hit, 4 dmg taken by Elka))

[10:47:25] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) was enjoying the taste of the blood that flowed into her mouth. A softest of purrs might have been able to be heard from her in just that moment and she clamped down on the leg further. The blood dripped out of the corners of her mouth dripping down her muzzle when she felt the hot searing pain of the spear piercing her own flesh. She ripped her mouth away from the barbarians thigh, perhaps taking flesh with her as she did so. In a split second she had made her decision. Hiding the wound would be hard enough, to continue would be suicide. She stumbled, her own blood soaking her fur faster than the rain could wash it away. The pain would have to be ignored for the time being as she disappeared into the shadows again.

[10:51:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) manages just yet to pull her spear back when the beast withdraws from biting her. Swapping weapons is a high risk, yet it seems the beast is in pain from that wound as well, needs to reconsider with its instincts. It gives her time to get into stance again, as much as that hurts anyways. Blood runs from the four nail-knife like wounds on her thigh, the standing hurts, but she must not succumb to the pain! She sees the beast disappear in the shadows again, from where it had come, perhaps struck hard enough so it would seek a dry spot to die! She does not know, but she does not trust either. It will take a while before she would lower her defenses and to start care for her wound, at least first aid level...

[10:54:33] Elka Otterpop™ (adylin) had begun to shift back to her former self as she slowly made her way through the forest. The pain of the shift hardly felt over the pain of the wound. There likely would have been a trail of blood if it weren't for all the rain. As she stumbled through the forest her appearance became less and less feline and occasionally she braced herself on trees. She had to get back to the den or at least to someone who could help her. In her mind, it was all worth it. The barbarian -had- tasted as delicious as she thought she would.

[10:58:41] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) trudges through the muddy forest grumbling angrily to himself, in one hand he grips a medium sized black bear carcass...dragging it along behind him. The carcass has been beaten and sliced severely having been mangled by the brutish barbarian, slowing his pace only when he notices his wife at a distance and shouts out a warcry to announce himself to her

[11:00:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not been able to link the auburn haired woman to the big black panther she had fought. Both are away, the auburn haired, and the white haired, as well as the white hawk and the black panther. She stumbles back until her back finds a tree trunk to lean against. She has no bandaid, the only thing she can do is to tie the dagger sheath holding leathers from the one thigh to the other, and more tight, to lessen the bleeding. She bites her teeth against the pain of that. And those other women were surely cowards, having left her alone. Typical for this island - they are all cowards, maybe with the exception of the bold fish people, for sure with the exception of her barbarians. And still this harsh rain, turning everything fluid, as felt even the air, and dark and shades like from a watery veil. She sees no further than a few meters maybe, hears like nothing as the thunder and rain, as well as the storm ridden waves of the near ocean clashing against the rocks of the mountain drown everything into insane noise.

[11:12:21] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) roars angrily as the sound had been too much for DIrks wife to hear his approach. thinking to himself this could be worse, Soaked through by rain, bits of hair matted to his face, his loincloth not quite covering as much being full of water and sagging badly. Trudging himself towards his wife, surely she'd better warm his bones after this storm had caught him offguard during a hunt. The weather having turned his mood from grumpy to violently angry, oh what he wouldnt give to be warming himself by the roaring fire and nearly full grog barrel with a full mug in hand.. His hunt having started well enough though once the rains caught him, they'd destroyed most of the tracks of the animal so that he had taken longer to find the beast.....Well the beast had found him actually, through the muddy destruction of the tracks had let the bear flank Dirk unknowingly. The rain so thick he couldnt see until he waas near nose to nose with the creature.

[11:16:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees something or someone approach through the thick, gray veil of rain in this dim light under the tree foliage. She was till busy to bind that dagger holding thigh leather about the right leg, where four nail-knife like wounds were digged by a predator cat. She stops that, holds out her spear to keep whatever is coming there on a distance, or make it charge into the war spear tip. She can barely walk with that leg, unless forcing herself over the pain. It takes a while, but finally she recognizes that shade as the man who had claimed her. She relaxes with the spear. The rain cannot wash her thigh fast enough to disguise the bleeding. "Shayra greet Dirk!" She growls, loud enough to make herself heard over the thunderstorm and nearby clashing waves. She though still leans against the tree to release the right leg from weight.

[11:21:01] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) comes close to his claimed wife with a scowl "Dirk see Shayra" his grumbling bass from deep within his chest making him sound more beast than man "Why dirk smell.." then he sees it, the leg that had been injured on Shayra "Why Shayra hurt?" his grumpy mean attitude going soft almost caring "Fight? Honor come to clan?" reaching now to help shayra stand on her own feet, giving her a shoulder to lean on "Dirk carry?"

[11:25:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) reaches with her left hand up to that shoulder offered to her, the spear stemmed onto the muddy soil. That way she can keep the weight off her injured leg. "Shayra fight big black cat. Shayra strike, cat ran! Shayra protect two women, but women flee, leave Shayra fight alone! Shayra strong, no need village cowards!" She growls in pressed, but loud response. Of course those women are of the village. Who flees like a coward cannot be but from the village that is full of such. So her perception. "Women happy no see Wyvern! Shayra hunt wyvern, need hide for priest!" She makes no motion as to let herself be carried. She does not want to appear weak even if she has to limp now. "Shayra need hot fire! Dirk bring Shayra to cave! Must burn wounds!"

[11:29:53] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) sees her arrogance of trying to be strong, though decides she has no choice here and scoops her into his arms "Dirk take home" kissing her forehead before trudging off through the forest towards the cave. His mind thinking how nice it would be to have a Kitty rug in the cave. His smile to shayra a show of affection "Dirk know, strong good! Stong not always win!"

[11:32:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) cannot do much indeed but to let herself be lifted. In a way she does not even object that. But no one should see it really. She slings her left arm around his neck. "But Shayra win! Cat flee, Shayra land good strike!" She objects to that last, and lets herself be carried into the cave, as soaked wet and muddy - and partly bloody - as she is.

[11:33:18] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) takes shayra along the back trails, not wanting anyone to see her being carried "Dirk sneak, no see injury"

[11:38:52] Dirk the Stout (laom.myanamotu) lays SHayra on the furs near the wash water "Shayra clean up" giving her a smile before heading back out to collect the bear he'd had to leave behind

[11:43:15] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) moves to the washing corner in the cave, after fetching bandages, and a fire pot close to there. She undresses there, but for the belt and the iron head band, and sits down on a soft fur. She stuffs her dagger into the fire, then begins to wash the fabric she plans to use as bandage. Then, waiting for the dagger blade to get hot enough, she begins to wash herself from the mud, especially also the blood around the four nail-knife like bite mark wounds. Once the dagger is gleaming, she each squeezes the flesh around the wounds together, then presses the dagger flat onto the skin to burn the wounds closed. The stench of melting flesh alone is harsh, the pain even worse, but she has to take it without screaming, even if it presses tears into her eyes and down her cheeks. At the fourth wound she is barely able to stay conscious anymore, but she must! And so she binds finally the cold, wet bandage fabric around that wound. Another set of scars to be added to her collection. She does not even consider those ugly, rather beautiful as they show her strength, her honor - being scarred and still alive usually means that one won a battle in the end.

((later the day...))

[15:08:36] Venus was floating along the surface of the water lazily. she looked around as a dragonfly fluttered around her head. the bug flew up and away over the rocks and Venus looked up to see a woman standing on the rocks. she rights herself and looks to her. "Hello" she speaks timidly

[15:11:37] Eothas had been taking a stroll through the forest, jumping from one tree to the next. His footsteps were light and he was careful not to make any sound. He stop and smelled the air, using his large ears to listen. He heard voices from afar. He carefully fell down from the tree, perching himself behind it as he listened, hoping to not alert either of the unfamiliar creatures.

[15:12:35] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had went out of the cave again. She could not stay there, not after the battle. Stench of molten flesh comes from under the bandage on her thigh. And now she stands on the rock ledge, looking over the river and following her thoughts. The task at hand, if this wound will hinder her. As she suddenly hears a voice from the water, a timid, frightful voice, she narrows her eyes, which makes the area of her face even more dark with her battle painting. Briefly just her lips move into a hard frown. "Shayra greet!" She grunts back then, having the big war spear yet in her fist, her voice commanding in modulation. The other person she had not yet witnessed, surely, her gaze is searingly focused on the mer person.

[15:17:44] Venus smiled meekly at the woman's greeting not sure what to make of her speech pattern. She looked over the woman out of her habit of being a nurse and noticed the bandage on her lady. "You are hurt. Do you need some help? I am a nurse, I can help." she informed the woman. The shyness gone from her voice as she became more serious about helping the woman. She swam closer to the rocks and began to shift into her land dwelling form. She did not notice anyone other the woman in the immediate area

[15:22:26] Eothas rubbed his chin, still kneeling behind the tree. He could not really see any of their faces from his position, only hear them. Focusing on the sounds coming from them both he tried to estimate how far away they were, and if they had noticed him. 'No', he thought. Neither of them had moved closer. Both voices sounded female to him, but he could not make out what race they were. He only knew one was on the ground and other other was in the water. He sat silent, his curiosity certainly peeked.

[15:24:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) begins to frown again at that offer. The wound is new, no question, just perhaps an hour old or two. Arrogantly and proud she raises her chin, still leaving that dark gaze on the mer person whose changing she does not see as it likely happens under the water. "Shayra strong! Shayra been bitten by panther! Bite leg hard! Shayra thrust spear in back! Panther run away!" She growls low and proud, "Shayra burn wound shut! Bandage! Shayra strong, will no bend to wound!" Asking for help is not really an option, as little as saying thanks or sorry. She is a barbarian from the Farlands' far southern deserts, a fighter through and through. She indeed does though lean some on her heavy spear, to take weight off that right leg. It still emits a harsh stench of the hot iron she had pressed on it, and she still feels that insane fire on the skin, the wounded flesh beneath - such panthers have quite long teeth so the holes were deep. The stalking scout of sorts she still does not notice, does not even estimate or guess nor does she have a gut feeling or such that he might be there.

[15:30:12] Venus struggled to pulled herself out of the water but eventually pulled herself on to the grass, her tail was still morphing into legs. She looked up at the woman and sighed. "I see well I can at least look at the wound and clean it. It's the least i can do to help prevent infection." she suggested. They were a ways away from the infirmary so all she could do was inspect and clean the wound. She had a feeling to woman would not agree to go to infirmary and as much as she wanted to, she would not argue with her into going.

[15:35:54] Eothas put his hands to his ears as the barbarian woman shouted. He had been listening a little too closely, and was now regretting it. 'How loud she was!' he thought. He leaned against the tree with minor ear pain, until after a while it stopped. He then heard the other creature emerge from the water and set something onto the ground... he did not know if it was a foot or a fin or what. He crinkled his nose, and took a whiff of the air. Whatever it was, it smelled like water lillies. 'A fae!' he thought. He took off into the forest, leaving as quietly as he had entered. The possibility of encountering such a creature frightened him.

[15:36:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) regards that woman come to land, a fish who loses her scales and whose tail breaks apart. How strange! She had seen similar in Nixie, well, not really, Nixie had a tail and then came out of the water with legs. Very alienating to see that a first time happen for real and direct. She does not trust what looks like magic to her, not at all. "You look, but you no do magic!" She growls, and the alertness is clear in her voice, an alerted threat as to say try it and die for it or the like. She does consider she had done enough for the wound, it would give scars for sure, she had washed it with clean - though not boiled - water, pressed gleaming iron onto the four single holes in her leg coming from the four main fangs of the feline predator, and bandaged with a freshly cleaned, reused, bandage over the molten shut skin. The wounds are closed hence, and would look terrible to the eye still, but no bleeding holes anymore, if the bandage would be taken away.

[15:37:40] Storyweaver | It would seem like any normal day in the isle and normal it was, for the isle was a place with so many mysteries, so many different creatures, so many treasures to unearth. The foliage was lush and the trees strong, and atop the nearest tree could be heard, a sudden fluttering of big wings and a shadow on the ground, faint based on the sun's light as a huge winged being lands with a thud and perches on a strong branch of the tree, causing it to shake from the weight and dried and fresh leaves to fall off of its smaller branches onto the ground and those stood beneath it. A loud cackle and a screech is heard "Cacaaaawww eeeeekkkccaaawwww", as the black beady eyes of this being scanned the ground below for any food or shinies that she could lay her talons on.

[15:42:42] Venus legs finally finished making themselves visible and Venus stood up. As she stood she heard the screech and looked around like an alerted deer. "What was that?!" she said as she finally looked up to see the beast. "What is that?" she exclaimed as she backward away slowly, unknowingly backing away from the water's edge

[15:45:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees suddenly the sun go dark, for but a moment, eyes going down - a shadow - eyes going up, sun still there! But something had gone into the foliage of the nearby tree! It must been big, the shadow had been big, and flying, and this sound, she considers briefly which bird or being that could belong to. Yet she alters her stance, the wounded right leg to the back, the left leg slight bent forwards to gain secure stance. The spear held diagonally up to defend against all that could come charging from the tree in form of a being... and she scans to see what might have made that loud, bone shacking sound and then landed in the tree. She does not really have shinies visible on herself, yet in her belt a load of small rubies, each as big as the half of the utmost bone of her little fingers. Perhaps the mer maid can see the beast from her position, for her it is yet covered by foliage. "You fight, or you come!" She bellows in crude command over to the two legged fish woman, "Shayra no fear! Shayra fight!" There is no fleeing for her, absolutely no chance! She turns to face the tree again and roaringly bellows into the tree: "Come out! Show self! Shayra want see! Shayra no fear you!" She has no idea what could be there, yet she knows that the most strange beings exist on this island, and most of them being cognitive - people even speak with normal animals and they seem to understand.

[15:52:22] Storyweaver | The harpy just rolls her neck around, three sixty, on her shoulders as she scans the place with black beady eyes, two beings were visible, both not visibly wearing shinies as far as she could see, but hey, food. The harpy screeches again, as one of them screams out in her direction. This was indeed a cognizant beast and she cackles "HACAHAHAHAHACAHAHACAAW", a screechy irritating cackle before she flew lower, hovering "Heheheeee You don't fear? You did no wrong.. maybe so you don't fear... Heheheheeeee", the harpy suddenly begins to sing, hovering there as it stood, her voice so utterly beautiful, extremely different from the cackling noise earlier. The song is intended to slow down the beings, make them more vulnerable to attack, putting them in a trance if successful.

[15:54:30] Venus looked back at the woman then the beast and she took off running towards the woman. She wasn't a fighter in any sense. She didn't even really know any spells to protect herself. She heard it start singing and was unsure what it was trying to do but she had a feeling it was not good. she looked to woman and whispered. "Something doesn't feel right."

[15:57:14] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees the beast suddenly, a winged woman, at least the central part, with wings instead of arms, and bird legs. And then this voice - the voice of a weakling, but somehow... alluring! Beautiful in a sense she never heard or felt. And did she not compliment her. Yet she stands in her stance, the heavy war spear tip pointed at the bird woman, yet her body slowly relaxes. Somehow the being is sympathetic! "No wrong, bird girl sing nice! Let sing!" She grunts to the two legged fish woman that now is behind and aside of her. She has so no clue about magic that she barely recognizes it unless done overly clear, like a fireball or other flickering effects. And she hates magic - how can such a wonderful voice be magic?

[16:02:30] Storyweaver | The harpy kept her beady eyes on the two beings now standing closer, her ugly face leering even if her song remained so beautiful and unearthly, it was her anasthetic, a way to render her prey helpless, but little did anyone know! She stays clearly far away for direct attack at her, but remains hovering, slowly sneaking lower in height as she waited for the right moment where their defense lowered to snag her prize. ( Casting spell - slow - 2/2)

[16:03:07] StoryWeaver rolls R1 (CC:bfd3): 104, casting slow - (( get lured my pretties.... XD ))
[16:03:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R2 (CC:bfd4): 25, Magic Resist (Unmagicked mod included)
[16:03:59] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R2: (1-120):25
[16:04:40] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw): ((been told to reroll strength instead of resolve))
[16:05:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:bfd5): 147, Resist to spell - strength as told my SW
[16:05:04] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R6: (1-160):147
[16:07:11] Venus rolls R2 (CC:bfd6): 48, magic resist ((tries to see through the singing))

[16:09:56] Venus couldn't look away as the winged woman sang. It was odd, she elt like her body was getting heavy and she was getting tired. "This is like a lullaby." She muttered outloud

[16:12:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) listens further to the beast. She does not mind its face. Fighters themselves often looked rather battered. Yet the voice is of a priorly never experienced beauty. She is all relaxed, yet holds the spear as if - as if having forgotten about it. She does not even realize that the song should have an effect on her, nor that she was too stupid for it to take effect or such. Her mind had forced her to tense against something, and so a shudder of muscle tension went through her body, yet she does not even think about why that could been. She should really put that singer into a bird cage and hang that under the ceiling of the cave - and would try that if she would ever consider to hold pets that are not usable for hunting or fighting. Pets for beauty are not a part of her culture. As the mer speaks, she looks at her, over her shoulder. Dismay stands in her eyes. "You weak!" She barks, in arrogant pride, "if now fight, you no match! No honor fight! You focus!" She shows her values, clearly, not meaning that even personal, she would have told any tribe brother alike. Her eyes go back to the harpie. Yet she does nothing aggressive there, there is no reason for it, or is it?

[16:17:34] Storyweaver | The harpy's eyes gleam wickedly as she sees the one in blue fall in a trance to her song! Ha! it made things simpler for her this way. She sees the other one barking at the sleepy one though and hisses, letting out a low screech as she is now annoyed that her song had no effect on that being. She had seen beings that could resist her song and this was probably one. The harpy evidently did not know the difference between elves and humans and thinks Shayra is probably an elf that is immune to the harpy's song. "Greeeeeehhh.. You are immune to my song... Must... be... weakened...", she screeches, and just suddenly swoops down on Shayra, trying to peck at her shoulder as she flew to a side and then tried to rise up at the other side. This was just fun and games for the naturally evil creature that the harpy was.

[16:17:59] StoryWeaver rolls R6 (CC:bfd7): 140, peck for medium damage
[16:19:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfd8): 5, Dodge
[16:19:21] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):5

[16:29:42] Venus hazily watched the odd winged woman swoop down at the woman. She was having trouble thinking straight. She slowly gathered in her mind slowly and begin to mutter a spell to dispell this lullaby effects this creature had casted ((Dispelling Wave 1/2))

[16:30:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had not noticed anything like a spell being cast, and had indeed relaxed, even if not tranced. The swooping attack gets her by surprise. The claws yet do nothing to her - the attack having gone against her shoulder where a heavy iron pauldron resides is useless to pierce her skin. But it had been enough momentum to toss her far backwards, so she lands harshly on the floor, a big sharp rock cutting her back badly. The spear still in her fist, after standing up, she bulges her muscles to thrust the heavy war spear after the bird woman. She bleeds quite some from the back, her hair soon glues all over it. The dazed two legged mer woman seems frozen to her, she does not understand the woman is casting another spell - many afraid freeze in spot, or run like mad. She considers the woman totally terrified...

[16:31:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bfda): 23, Large Weapon (3 dmg)
[16:31:04] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):23
[16:32:09] StoryWeaver rolls R5 (CC:bfdb): 99, dodge

[16:37:25] Storyweaver | The harpy evilly cackles again as was its nature. Seeing the woman her talons had made to fall on the ground, hurt bad, and she hovers above on the other side, thinking the blue clothed one to be in her trance, she does not pay attention to her spell and screeches as the spear tries to thrust against her and swerves to a side, angered now, she just SCREECHES loud, in an attempt to deafen them momentarily as she still stayed in flight on the other side, now calculative and wondering how to get this one also to be sleepy. If she couldn't, she probably would flee and come back for the sleeping one later, the spear seemed a bit too pokey.

[16:41:39] Venus turned to follow the creature. She looked over to the woman that now was even more hurt then before. She had to get her mind clear so she could help the woman. She finished muttering her spell and hoped hit works so that the odd spell the creature had cast would stop and she could finally think. ((Dispell wave 2/2))

[16:43:12] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) growls and pants from the painful deep cut in her back, and the searing pain in her leg from the prior wound that makes standing hard. But in battle she just must not show weakness, she just must not surrender or break down. it was what her parents and tribes folk had hammered into her tiny brain through all the years, again and again. She rips that blade from her back, holding it with both hands. "You come! You lousy weak vulture mimic!" She bellows against the harpie that is too high for her to reach with an attack, "You weak as a sparrow! You worthless as a stink bird! You coward and ugly! Sing bad! Shayra slay you!" She totally does not know what the mer is doing, considers her just a coward, weak little village woman really alike, one who cannot fight, who froze under the threat of war.

[16:47:56] Storyweaver | The harpy sees the one that poked her with a stick scream, and even if she was hurt evidently, she seemed to be evidently resisting her attempts to get her down. This makes her -mad- and she screeches all the more loudly, the screech loud enough to scare things about a few miles away. "Vulture??? I am no vulture!! Foolish being!!", she cackles again "CACACACACAAAAW" and once more swoops down trying to hit her again with her talons, she wanted to push her down once more to try her luck before she would remember this creature and come for her another time. The blue dressed one that was resisting her spell is still missed by the evil harpy, too focused on the angry creature on the ground.

[16:54:59] StoryWeaver rolls R6 (CC:bfdd): 159, push towards Shayra
[16:55:37] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfde): 32, yeah yeah, roll another 2 through 7 or such crap with this fucked up system
[16:55:37] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):32

[16:57:31] Venus had to get them to stop fighting so she could tend to the woman's injuries. she saw the creature go to attack again and decided she could not let that happen. "Oh This is going to hurt." she muttered to herself befor shouting her spell. "Martyr's Embrace!" she would talk the hit herself.

[17:02:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had taunted to get the harpy into reach of her sword, yet the wounds tore too much on her to react fast enough. Sharp talons dig into her flesh as she is pressed off her feet, tossed backwards, to find herself about helpless under the bird woman. No way to surrender, may not happen. Yet, why do those talons in her skin not hurt? Why does she not feel the warmth of blood? And what did that Mer scream? She does not know, she has neither time to think about it. She had practiced a certain type of attack, something critical if hitting. So she does that right now! Her signature attack! She is beneath the head of her enemy anyways, so she thrusts her blade up, with both hands, towards the chin of the beast!

[17:02:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bfdf): 16, Signature Attack - Greatsword (3+1 dmg)
[17:02:48] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):16
[17:05:25] StoryWeaver rolls R5 (CC:bfe0): 27, dodge and fly away srsly

[17:09:42] Storyweaver | The creature is mad now, she sees the being fall, but.. it seemed fine! How? Now the harpy is confused, as the one in blue screams something, she too screeches back. "YOU TRY TO TRICK ME!! CACAAAWWWW", she turns and caws at the one in blue when a sword comes right near her face. Damn! trying to swerve to another side, the foolish beast gets grazed by the blade on its neck instead and it furthermore screeches loudly, just flying down lower to like, hit at Shayra's head with a thunk before screeching "YOU FOOLS! YOU WILL PAY!! CACACACAAAAAAAAAAW", she cackles before trying to fly away to the other side, not even waiting to see what damage her hit to the barbarian womans head had done.

[17:10:10] StoryWeaver rolls R6 (CC:bfe1): 45, hit to the head
[17:10:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R7 (CC:bfe2): 33, Dodge or die
[17:10:50] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R7: (1-170):33

[17:13:53] Venus dropped to her knees and gritted her teeth. "This doesn't get any easier." she grounded out as she put her hand over the wound the appeared in place of the place where it would have been on the woman.

[17:15:45] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had missed her special attack, the skill apparently quite worthless unless against NPCs as all pure fighter skills are. Luck comes only with magicians and special races like shape shifters, elves, drow or werewolfes, as usual. The reply comes at once, a talon cuts across her face, blurring her vision with blood even more. But still she does not give up. She slashes, wildly, against the beast ontop of her, or while it just launches off.

[17:16:07] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:bfe3): 166, attack blablabla, 3 dmg or whatever bullshit
[17:16:07] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):166
[17:17:13] StoryWeaver rolls R5 (CC:bfe4): 10, dodge

[17:28:58] Storyweaver | The harpy as it tries to fly away only to be hit by a blade right across its stomach, blood spilling out of it in a dark and pungent pool. The creature falls down, the life spilling out of it from the -single- poke of the sword. The blood of the harpy was said to be magical if anyone was aware, it gave them a shrill voice when drunk. "CACACACCACACAAAAAAAAAAAWW", the thing screeches as it breathes its last. Which was kinda anticlimactic really.

[17:34:43] Venus watched the bird woman fall and she just wanted her bleed out with and sad frown. Even though it attacked them she still didn't like things dying. she hissed as she stood up, and looked to the woman. "Are you ok?" she asked

[17:36:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not notice at once that she actually managed to one hit slay the beast with a seemingly critical hit of most sheer luck ever. Her back bleeds like mad, her thigh still burns from the crude self treatment after the prior battle against the panther, her face is totally soiled of blood, so hard that she can barely see, and she lays on her back, holding out the blade, slashing with it uncontrolled, just to keep everyone away from her. Words reach her ears, yet it takes a while of not hearing flapping wings, not seeing shades coming for her until she calms, laying on her back. "Shayra... strong!" She gurgles, spits blood that had flown into her mouth when talking, "Shayra........ good..." so obviously she is absolutely not ok.....

[17:38:21] Storyweaver | The harpy is dead. Maybe to be feasted upon by vultures and things, which is curious as it is in itself a greedy beast. A fitting way to go for it indeed.

[17:43:04] Venus saw the woman's blood and decided to help her before working on herself. "Can you sit down? I'm going to work on your wounds." she didn't wait for the woman to reply, she just began chant a healing spell ((Cure Wounds 1/2)

[17:46:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) remains laying on her back. The dead harpy nearby had fallen entirely silent. She still does not know she killed it though. Her face is all blood covered, as is her back, and pulses of blood spray from her face, and back, and render her hair, throat, face and the grass beneath her red. She could sit up, but she does not really - these wounds feel as if she would been closer to discuss her seat at the feasting table with Valeska, the goddess, than to come back to this world. "Shayra... strong!" She grunts again, proud, and suppressing the severe pain as her folk has hammered into her brain.

[17:51:00] Venus ignored the proud woman and finished her chant. She wounds on the woman would begin to the heal. Exhauster, Venus plopped down on the ground breathing heavy. "At least this is all over with."

[17:57:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) feels how her wounds close, on surface at least, the blood loss not being regained, together with the near last strength and endurance she had in her body. it takes the grace of scars from her, symbols of battles she had survived - and surviving meaning winning. "Where is bird woman?" She asks against the words of the healer - her tone crude, but exhausted - "Shayra will slay beast! Show where beast is! Shayra no... no yet... no dead..." Her breath had taken a leave while talking, she remains laying, panting, on the floor, the blade held up, staggering and shivering in an exhausted fist.

[18:01:37] Venus looked up to the woman. "It's over the creature is dead." she pointed over to the dead winged woman. "I think it is time to just rest." as she said this, she started to crawl over to the edge of the rock. she just wanted to bandage herself and sleep.

[18:06:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) wipes her left hand over her face, to get the blood at least away from her eyes, and be able to look at what was indicated. It smears the blood in cruel looking manner over her face, but she sees. "Bird woman dead!" She gnarls, sounding content in her commanding tone. It was a slash wound, her blade is bloody, so it must been her. "Shayra kill beast!" Saying thanks or sorry is not part of her culture, so instead she works to get back to her feet, as wobbly as her legs feel. Also the surface wounds of her leg bite marks, bandaged, have vanished by the spell - she might enrage when learning that her battle marks, her marks of won fights, are gone! She stands up, collects her spear. Then only she looks to the mer woman. "You bleed! Shayra bandage?" She growls, "you battle scar now, much honor!" She does not even care about the eventual fail of herself to protect the woman properly, she does not see that as her duty as she is no white knight.

[18:11:43] Venus smiled softly and shook her head. "Do not worry about me. I will be ok. I just need to sleep." she dismissed the woman's help. Venus was not use to receiving aid but rather giving it. She never thought about herself and only the health another. She left herself fall into water. She let herself relax in the water for a sec before resurfacing. "When you can, please come see me at the infirmary. I will re-wrap your wounds."

[18:15:21] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) watches the other jump into the water. She holds her blade exhaustedly in her left fist, leans on her spear in the right fist. "Shayra no can dive long, no can go water house! Need Wyvern for that, Nixie priestess say, Shark man say, When have Wyvern, need mageling, force cast spell for change. Then Shayra can swim, swim and dive with mer, strong mer people...." She explains, exhaustedly.

[18:19:47] Venus smiled. "Well it is a good thing the infirmary is on land so you do not have go diving." she giggled a bit but hisseed she the movement of giggling irritated her wound. "I should get going. Please be safe miss." she lowered herself into the water, ready to swim away

[18:21:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) goes to the rock's edge to look down at the mer woman. She sees how her blood soils the water around her. "You careful sharks, they plenty here...." She just means, the other though likely already gone....

[18:22:35] Venus looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Don't worth, even the sharks are my friends" dipped under and swam away

[03:36:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) walks out of the cave. She had slept bad, very bad. She had been amongst the best female fighters, here about every animal, lean girl, leaf dropped by a tree or similar defeats her or wounds her heavily at least. An island of heroes and demigods, and she works hard to get more skilled, stronger, what not. It does not help, but she does not give up. Her body still aches heavily under the wounds from the wolves and the harpie from the day before. The wounds are closed by that Mer woman's magic - she hates magic, and this means she will not even carry visible scars to display she had won. Well, she had survived, that's all, but that's a detail one can pump up a bit. Sounds better, no?

[03:41:04] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) wants to feel the fresh air on her skin, smell the nature around of her. She actually wants to feel the searing desert heat, wants to smell the salty smell of the deserts. But one cannot choose here. She walks back into the forest where the panther woman had been. So far she does not know that it was the auburn haired woman. But then she still has a duty: To find the wyverns so she can slay one, or likely die trying as bad as she fights without the support of magic or by being just a human, for the ritual by the mer priestess. It is dry again, the traces of their battle had been washed away, the mud had evened out the foot prints.

[03:45:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) leaves the spot of recent battle. It does not help to dwell in sad memories. She had not even gained the hide of that predator cat. It would be an honorable trophy. She walks further, but her sword in her fist. She had left the heavy war axe and the large war spear in the cave, as well as the bow. It burdens her currently, emotionally, yet she cannot part from her sacred, loved sword. It is not guilty! Cursing under her breath, and partly loud, she marches through the forest.

[03:51:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns around a corner and suddenly hears the sound of strong jaws breaking bones, then sees a giant wolf croush over the remains of a small elven or fae woman. The entire chest, belly, upper arms and thighs are already torn away to be eaten, leaving but a bloody mess of ripped flesh and blood, gut juices and the like. A terrible stench hits her nose, she cannot decide if that is from the corpse or the beast itself. When seeing a human being torn away from animals or monsters, she had never went to check for the looks of the remains, it is a first for her to see this, and she stands like frozen for a long while.

[03:57:01] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) is feeding on that pesky cute fae girl. This damn powerful being had hurt him a lot, being vastly powerful - in magic as in fighting. But he is also strong, in both! It was a murderous fight for his meal today, so he enjoys it the more. He had started to feed on her legs, then arms, then belly, making the prey live the longest to suffer the most from experiencing the process as long as possible. He is cruel, but he enjoys it. Two mean wounds bleed through his fur, but he does not mind, they will close soon. Suddenly another stench comes to his nostrils, he turns his head and sees the source: A fiesty human, another woman! Dessert! His snout all blood and gut smeared, he bares his fangs, growls in hunger and aggression!

[04:03:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) sees that the beast has recognized her. Still she feels the wounds under her skin, the hurting pain that blurrs her thinking, the throbbing pain on her back, and most of all the paralyzing pain in her thigh from the bite that will not allow her to run. She would never run from a battle, she just may not. Her traditions, the honor code of her folk forbids it. Running means to not get into Valhalla to feast aside the heroes of the goddess. She inhales deeply. She does feel fear, fear about losing this time for good, more so to lose Dirk and his baby she carries. She would fail in her duty to gift him a child if she fights and dies. That is the main fear. Dieing itself is not bad if it happens in honorable battle, at least she thinks so, firmly, as she had never tried it out so far.

[04:09:38] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) turns from his prey, his fangs bloody, his claws bloody, his fur bloody. He loves the scent of copper, of blood. That female human smells likewise, a good prey to smell like his favourite smell already before ripping her guts open. He does not wait long so, at once she jumps towards her, slashing his giant claws against her!

[04:03:17] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) manages in the last moment to let herself fall into a deep crouch when the massive beasts slashes its paws out for her - and damn, those claws are huge, bent and sharp! She thrusts her blade, up to under its chin, out of sheer instinct and reflex, trying her best to do her signature attack with her two handed sword!

[04:09:38] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) roars out as the sharp blade goes through his lower jaw, impaling also the upper jaw. He feels blood in his snout, and insane pain pumping through his entire head. He had taken two harsh hits from the prior prey already, the cute fae girl. Wildly he slashes out against this human woman now, just to get her away, and his rage makes him disable to withdraw anymore. He wants her dead, wants his revenge!

[04:13:50] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) rolls away from the beast, backwards, to escape those wild slashing paws, and by that ripping the blade from the snout of the beast. She screams out as a sharp pain shoots through her body - she had rolled over the wound on her back that is hidden under magically healed skin. This beast does only normal straight attacks - she wonders if that is normal for them, as then these ways of dodging are quite efficient. Not much time to think about it, but if surviving, she would consider that after the battle. Instead so she strikes as well, a try to hit the yet slashing arms of the beast.

[04:19:17] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) falls over forwards. His arm bleeds terrible from the sharp twohanded sword having nearly cut it off. That will take a while to heal. Still though he does not want to surrender, he presses himself forwards, leaping low over the floor from that half laying position in an attempt to bite the woman!

[04:25:27] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) marvels about that hit, yet only briefly. Pride has nothing to seek directly in battle, it is a serious and to be honored joy to fight! When the garou slides forwards to bite her with those huge jaws, she jumps up, coming with parted legs to stand again - over the beast. She yowls in pain from the aching leg being burdened. Yet she strikes, straight down, with her blade against the rear chest cage of the beast under her and between her feet.

[04:31:21] Bonegnasher (npc.crinos) feels the blade pierce through his back's muscles, a rip bone, and sink into his heart. It seems to explode in a hot blood bubble in his chest, cramps, and then ceases to beat. He is not the oldest of garou, but he had been proud, strong and murderous, feared. There is no life story passing by his inner eye, his world fades into a cold black, the black of death as his body goes limp, the tongue rolling through his parted jaws, all bloody, and his eyes turn into his head.

[04:39:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) stands, shivering from the battle and the pain of her wounds over the beast. Her blade had struck, and a fountain of blood had come up from the wound - she had struck the beast's heart! The blood had sprayed all over her front, and she feels it even between her legs under the loincloth, as well as running down her legs. The beast collapses under her, but she still wants to go sure. She alters her grip on her sword and rotates the blade by at least a hundred degree, to enlarge the wound, inflict more pain, staggering, paralyizing pain, and to cause far more blood flow. Then she rips the blade out of the beast. It is all bloody, the tip soiled by the soil of the forest floor - she had obviously struck all through that huge body. She steps away from the beast. Another glance goes to the devastated body of the slain and mostly eaten fae woman. Then she hacks off the head of the garou, to keep that as a trophy. And while she begins to skin the fur off the beast, she thinks about her motions that had been so coincidently successful. Is that the right way to evade such strong and giant beasts' attacks?

((later the day...))

[12:46:50] Ella (maiacalhoun) holds out her hands to take the somewhat heavy but soft yet sturdy piece of fur and nods "Ohh.. Bear... hmm.. this looks good enough... I would like this.. and in return I can teach you to...", she chuckles and jerks a thumb to her back "Stick this pointy thing in anyone that tries to harm you", she chuckles, seeming a bit thoughtful as she asked if the Warden need a cook. She nods "Oh why not! We do have Gerald with us who can bake and cook but he is.. rather indisposed at the moment and he is more specifically Applebottom's cook and not the Keep's,,, besides.. if you do work for the Keep you will get safe lodging, a lot more folk like me who may like to buy your fur work there as well, and besides... training! Training in all forms of warfare... well as you will be the cook it will not be as dangerous as one might expect but you will still be paid fairly at the rank of an initiate and well if you love doing the cooking! then we sure could do some good eating!!", she seems -very- excited at the idea and grins all the time she talks "I myself.. uh.. admittedly am not the best cook yanno... I am grateful that my husband can make a decent meal", she chuckles and then goes on to add "Well if you would like.. I can show you where the Keep is and maybe you can get acquainted? Once the Harbinger of the Keep... is available, we can get you -officially- employed", she jumps leaps and bounds, as if Zipporah had already accepted the idea.

[12:51:39] Zipporah grinned then pushed the fur a bit towards Ella. "Then you have yourself a deal, if you want this fur that is. You get this, I learn how to use the sword, makes out for a perfect trade, don't you think? I prefer to do this actually instead of getting coin in return, can't do much with a piece of metal shaped in a circle." She laughed as she listened to Ella then gave a nod of her head, huffing a bit as she reached up to push her veil once more over her shoulders. Silly thing was always getting in the way no matter how she pinned it to her hair. "Aye, that would be fantastic, I would love to see where the Keep is. I have gotten turned around a few times since getting here. Certainly would be happy to get a job and if you ever want to learn how to cook, or bake, I could teach you a few simple recipes. Believe it or not, I almost set a bakery on fire once while doing a loaf of bread, so even I wasn't all that good at cooking at the beginning." Her hooves lifted then lowered with excitement at the prospect of getting a new job. Hell between this and trade, she'd be making a pretty good life for herself even if she had just arrived recently on the island. It would also show to the others that she had left behind that this was a good trade route.

[12:53:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had washed in one of the Wayward forest ponds, to get all the guts, gore and blood from that beast from her body, then dressed again. And she had noticed something about her body's center that had not been there before, was not there usually. Well at least she had not noticed it so far. She somehow felt of letting her center get air so, her belly, and then grabbed that Garou head she had slashed off its torso. The cut line at the neck of the single head is still bloody, and slightly dripping blood. She holds it by the ear and scalp fur. She walks with that to the tavern, as she plans to sell the head, yet as she sees the strange mix of horse and woman outside of it, she stops, just gazes without much decency. "You are half horse!" She grunts as if the other might not yet know that news.

[12:59:03] Ella (maiacalhoun) grins as she accepts the fur, and with a soft grunt heaves it on her shoulder. "Many thanks. This is indeed a good deal.. the bear coat is sturdy and I get the extra practice from teaching you as well!", though to the next offer she shakes her head "Oh no no... at least.. if I am -bad- at it.. I don't have to do it? Yes?", she smirks, it suited her just fine to let her husband do the cooking. She then nods "I shall defnitely show you the Keep.. Tis not far from here you see.. she points to the opposite direction from them, behind her and just then hears a familiar voice, Ella sighs, turning around and quirks a brow, eyeing the severed head in Shayra's hand and frowns, killing things was not lawful as far as she was concerned but since she did not know if the kill was fair or unfair, she would not ask or comment, and her face remains a bit impassive but wary as she looks at the brash Barbarian woman as she spoke to Zipporah, just watching and not saying anything to interrupt if they wished to speak for then.

[13:02:13] Zipporah began to tilt her head to the side then burst out laughing. "Make your husband do the cooking still? Oh I think we are going to be good friends. I like the way that you think," she said before she caught the scent of something else on the gentle breeze and turned her head, her stomach churning when she saw the severed head in the other woman's hand. She reached up to cover her mouth for a moment then took in a few deep breaths. Yes, okay, breathing was good, breathing was a very good thing. She got herself under control after a moment and tried to not look at the head. Then she heard the comment. Oh yes, she had heard that one and many others before. "Centaur, I am a centaur."

[13:05:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) gets the gaze of the white haired, and looks down at the garou head. She does not wonder about any killing or such - the beast is dead, no question. She rather checks if all is well with the head or if it got damaged or dirty on the way here - aside the totally bloody snout of it. White hair want? Good trophy! Was big wolf, two legs. Had eaten Fae woman with snout, blood still fresh." She explains in a try to whip out the best of the head, in a lousy mimic of a merchant. She steps closer to the two, and holds the head up high - in face height of Ella, belly height of the centaur. "You see? Clean cut, good cut. Head no damage. Put on spear, good outside house, all think no mess with you, no break into home." Then she also tries to show it to the centaur woman, by holding it even more up for her. "Shayra greet Centaur. My name is Shayra, you have good pastern, very strong, look run fast and long!" She obviously thinks that 'Centaur' would be the name of the other, and praises her horse benefits as if she was a horse as well. "You want head for stable? No one steal straw, no one threat foil!"

[13:13:39] Ella (maiacalhoun) chuckles and crosses her arms at the comment but silences herself, watching Zipporah's reaction to the severed head, it made sense that Ella was least fazed by it, cuz, well, she had seen a lot of gore and guts in her twenty eight years on the verse. As she sees Shayra walk forward though and thrust the head in front, even she recoils a bit and takes half a step back shaking her head "Uh... You killed the wolf ?because it killed one of fae?", she asks, more interested in the whys and whats than the actual wolf head. "You trying to sell that here? Here you won't have luck. Unless Zipporah wants it?", jerking a thumb at Zipporah, she pauses not really sure if the centaur would trade such items, "Go to trap shop. Maybe there someone wants it.", she tries to be helpful though she knew the barbarian woman barely understood long sentences having been around a lot of her conversations. Ella then turns to Zipporah "Shayra is from the farlands.. very strong warrior", she adds hoping to instill that she did not consider Shayra to be a threat to the isle. She then looks at Shayra "She is a trader. Sells fur. And she is also Warden Cook.", not really knowing if Shayra knew what the Warden was. But her husband had told her about how he had sparred with her once, so she was probably assuming Shayra knew.

[13:17:03] Zipporah reached behind her, grateful for once for her long veil as she reached for it then brought it over her shoulder. She held the fabric over her nose and mouth then quickly shook her head. "No thank you. It is a beautiful head though." Yeah, that was as much as she could say about the severed head as her stomach began to roll again. Then she nodded towards Ella before looking over at Shayra. "Not a horse. Centaur, no stables. I do not eat straw." Yeah that was just....blech, eating straw was something she was so not going to do anytime soon! She might have the bottom half of a horse but she didn't eat like one!

[13:22:53] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods to the white haired. "Shayra slay twolegged wolf. Wolf attack Shayra after eating, eating Fae. Wanted eat more!" She explains - her tone a command, as so often when not posing a question. She shoes one single other damage on the skull, a blade stab through the lower jaw. "Shayra impale head, then cut arm, then impale heart! Wolf dead!" That the Fae beforehand, before dieing, had already caused two severe wounds on the Garou is a detail for her that does not need to be mentioned. As the centaur first speaks then she looks over, then back to Ella. "Her name Centaur! She just say again! Good legs! Shayra strong, yes!" She corrects and praises, and just stops herself from saying she has strong legs too. Those taller ones of the centaur are still far stronger definitely. She takes the head down though, looks between the two. "No want! Good, Shayra sell elsewhere!" She tells, not saddened or offended by that. If they do not want it, they don't want it, then someone else will get the luck of getting it surely. Another gaze between the two. "Warden cook? What is warden? ..." And with that she looks up to the centaur again. "Cook carrot? Cabbage? Eat that? If eat meat, take head. Brain still inside. Good when dry, many like to eat brain." She sounds definitely serious in that.

[13:29:48] Ella (maiacalhoun) sighs, this was going to be hard to explain! Anyway, she does try "My name is Ella. I am human. You are Shayra. Shayra is human. Like that, This is Zipporah. Zipporah is a centaur.", she pauses and then goes on "Warden are good people. Warriors. They fight evil. Like you killed the two-leg wolf? Two-leg wolf was bad. So you killed it. Like that.. Warden kill bad demons. Alright?", she nods sincerely, hoping Shayra understood, she then adds anyway knowing that it would probably make no difference to teh Barbarian woman for her idea of law was different. "Next time something kill something. You come to Warden. Or guard. You help them get justice. Don't take killing into your own hands. Okay?", she then looks at Zipporah "Well I am afraid I must get going now, but the Keep.. you cannot miss it.. it is within that fenced portion there yonder.. the smithy is within it", she points to the said direction and then nods "It was a pleasure to meet you Zipporah, I do look forward to teaching you to use a sword.. Thank you for the deal!"

[13:31:59] Zipporah looked towards Shayra then quickly shook her head. "Oh thank you but no thank you. No brains. No cooking brains." A rabbit? Sure, she could cook that. A deer, of course! But brains? Nope, not in a million years would she cook brains. Then she paused again. "Zipporah, my name is Zipporah." Then she smiled towards Ella. "It was a pleasure to meet you too, Ella. I cannot wait to learn how to use that and use the pointy end." She laughed a bit then gave a little bow. "Time for me to go and see what other trades I can make."

[13:35:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) listens to the white haired, to Ella as she learns no. She looks as if understanding indeed. "Shayra, too, fight demon if see! Demon evil, magic evil!" She replies to that, "but Shayra no go guard, no go ward. Shayra seen wardmen, guardmen. They coward, they no spirit for fight! Shayra fight, fight with baby in belly! Men cowards! Bah!" Seriously told, commanded, and she means it. All men of the guard or the wardens had basically told her they would not fight anymore. And why would they lie to her or tell only about aspects in life - one always tells about all aspects, at least she does. She looks up to the centaur again then. "You be Zipporah centaur. You good hiding for flankattack!" She commands, and points to the zebra strikes, "Good for cover in cave! Yes!" She realizes that the two others seem to want to go. "Blood and honor, women!" She grunts so, "Shayra kill wolf if call! Wolf bad, demon bad! Shayra help kill them!"

[13:39:53] Ella (maiacalhoun) sighs, "Well I tried!", she chuckles, not really wanting to add more to the explanation and would bend her head as she went off in departure "Well farewell then.. Be safe... ", was all she said as she too took off in the direction of the keep. New bear fur wrapped around her neck and all.