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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:53 pm
Zsaria couldn't help but smile as she peered through the brush. Her brothers were down at the cliffs, being schooled in bravery by their father. She had thought the training merely a test of patience and will, but now she realized that every so often her father nudged each one a few inches closer to the edge. The true test would be which would go the furthest. Pontus, she decided, he had always been the boldest. She envied them on some level, their father had never allowed her that close to the cliffs. They were icy, he had warned, but they held such beauty. She had snuck forward once, the foam of the crashing waves had been hypnotic. It reminded her of her mother's dancing, frenzied but beautiful. She was to become the same, a treasure. Her brothers on the other hand, would become warriors. They would leave for their first raid soon. It was an exciting time for the family.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:15 pm
Bjorn found himself lingering behind some brush as well, he was a lone adult, no parents to his name. None that he could remember anyhow, the closest he had to a family was the family currently being pressed forward to a cliff. The three blood brothers were being lectured by their Father, a good stern lion, right in the head and the body. He was physically a great lion, one to be liked by, because if you were disliked you were done for. Bjorn sometimes thought he might be on the dislike list for trying to befriend his pride and joy daughter, but other times he spotted a look in the old mans eyes that said he felt sorry for him. A look Bjorn hated more then being disliked, but understood.
So here he lay, a misfit in a pride he longed to feel at home with once more. With the raid happening soon he figured he may even find a place, something better then a fighter even? He didn't know what the outcome could bring. It took him a momet, but soon all thoughts were lost. He was watching again, witnessing the test he himself wish he could be taking, but instead he was in the bushes playing spy. That's when he began to notice their paws being pressed backwards, he noticed the closing edge and wondered.
"What exactly are they getting out of this?" He may or may not have said that to loud, he didn't know, but if he had caught the Fathers attention, well he was in for an earful.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:26 pm
She was caught off guard, her blue eyes sparkling a wonder of disbelief as she skirted sideways. "Bjorn!" she called out, more loudly than she had hoped. After a quick glance she was satisfied that her father had not heard and she settled again, peering into his eyes. "I had forgotten you were there," she said with a soft laugh, "I believe my father is testing their trust, in themselves and him as their authority." She hadn't much use for either form herself, knowing she would never have the need for such defenses "What of you? You will join them soon, under whichever captain they choose, won't you?" she asked hopefully, "You'll all bring me stories."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:37 pm
Bjorn nearly leaped out of his pelt when he heard her scream. He gazed over her beautiful eye's and wonderful pelt attracted him closer to her. The colors he had admired on most other lions as well were the colors that she herself were made out of. He quickly looked out of the brush to see the lesson was continuing. "Geeze Zsaria, your Father has ears like a fox, he can hear it all didn't you know? And I'll be killed if he see's me with you one more time." Bjorn couldn't help, but smile at this. It wasn't like they did anything when they were together, but talk of course, she loved to talk and Bjorn enjoyed nothing more than to listen. It seemed she wished for it to be the other way around, this he didn't mind either.
"Of course I will, I will be your Story Teller for as long as you want when we get back. I hope the Captain I get will let me venture as well as do the Raid." He said hopefully. "So I can gather you even more stories, not even of just the fighting.. the battles won and lost honorably. But of the lands we see, of the lions we meet and what others are like." He said, his eye's glowing and glued to her. He didn't know what stories in particular she was looking forward too, but why not broaden a young minds horizon!
He watched her for a reaction, then looked back at the lecture/lesson for a few longing moments.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:43 pm
"Suppose you do, and you find a beautiful lioness who wishes to take you away from all this," she gestured dramatically, tapping him with her paw, "All this battle. What if she seduces you into a life of flowers and luxury." She flashed him a teasing smile before turning back to the brush in an attempt to look pouty, "Why you might decide not to come back at all and there my father would go getting his wish again." It wasn't that she harbored any ill will for her father, no she truly admired him in all aspects, she simply wished he might stay out of her affairs a little more. She was nearly full grown after all. "And who would tell me stories then!" she added emphatically.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:53 pm
"Well I never Zsaria!" He bouted dramatically. "Do I hear a tinge of jealousy in your voice.. perhaps a drop or two of hatred for my secret plots you seemed to have figured out all by yourself!" He teased right back happily. He bore a scowl fit for an angry male viking and looked away as if he were totally distraught. "Well I will have you know that she is not as pretty as you.. nor would she create any better stories then you, but she will do for my plots." He said in a false smugness. Then hitting the reality button he looked to her fake pout and smiled sweetly.
"You know I would never want your Fathers wishes to come true darling!" At this Bjorn snickered lightly. "I swear to you, on my parents dirt mounds that I will leave here with the only intentions to bring honor to my family and pride and to get you all the stories my memory can hold." He smiled truly. "My eye's are only for one lioness m'dear. And I'm sure you and you only would know." Oh boy was Bjorn crushing hard, he felt his heart melt a bit as he gazed at her. On the outside lay a tough growing viking with no reputation, but inside he was squishy.
"So here's to hoping you remain the only one, if your Father caught wind.. well then I don't think I'd be returning form the raid." At this he laughed nervously.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:59 pm
"You will," she assured him, "You'll all return just fine and we'll have a grand feast." Her eyes held a wondrous dream, one wherein she was a successful dancer and her brothers all grown strong. He would surely be beside her then, along with competition from any other male her father approved of. She wasn't ready to decide after all. They would all have to do well on the raid. "My father cannot deny a request if my brothers support it," she reminded him, "And you know how my mother likes stories, you might be able to sway her as well." Her mother could always get her favored outcome in an argument, she possessed a certain charm that Zsaria herself hoped to have inherited. She needed only to bat her eyes. "Oh I wish I could come," she sighed, "I wouldn't need to fight, there are plenty of males going, I could come after as a nurse."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:56 pm
"Yes, I do believe you are right Zsaria. We will all return fine and dandy, after fighting a brave battle!" He smiled happily, almost wishing to parade about himself pretending to fight other lions like he would when he was fully grown. He watched her dream, like she had many times before, this gave him time to admire her then glance at out from behind the bush, where had her brothers and Father gone? He pondered this then spotted them, he had just thrown off his view for the moment.
"And you are saying Pontus isn't smart enough to not support me?" Bjorn laughed, poking fun at her brother. He was close friends with, if not best friends. When Pontus was not training with his Father they were certainly off doing things they may or may not be allowed to do. " I don't know dear girl!" He smirked. "Ah yes, your beautiful Mother.. she does enjoy her stories! I do remember impressing her once with even a small story, though she may have been applauding a young boy with a bug he had caught to show off." Again he laughed, a bigger laugh this time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:03 pm
"She loves you so," she teased, pushing him with her shoulder, "She thinks you're too dear for me, that I'll ruin you with my ways." Her father was scolding them now, Kjell it seemed had been the first to stray. He had lasted a while, she noted, his back paws nearly touched the edge. Father would not have pushed the test much longer if he hadn't surrendered. A shame, he always was the soft hearted one. He had told her once that he might like to be a lawspeaker, but such was not an option for her father's first born sons. "She thinks I ought to be some minx saltwife, fit for the fortresses' entertainment," she laughed, "Betrothed to the warlord even. And you, a nice reaver girl. One without such dreams in her head."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:10 pm
"Your mother is near and dear to my heart, I have a special place for a lioness that is so willing to accept basically another son ito her life so willing, but I fear she mistakes me for someone who cannot handle her spawn!" He almost even growled teasing that time, almost taking a little to far, but held that back, held his mind back in a war between his growing older and younger mind. "I think we'd do well, don't you Zsaria?" He smiled.
"Besides, you can dream as big as you want, requests won't change, you'll have male after male at your door step, the flavor is completely up to you!" Though this statement upset him with the fact that she could easily have her pick of the litter of males out there he figured it true as well, so stated it was.
"Nice reaver girls, they are simply nice, but lack your enthusiasm!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:33 pm
"My enthusiasm?" she asked curiously, "For what, rolling in the flower fields? That's hardly a valuable skill for a stormborn wife." It was valuable to an entertainer though, her mother had taught her, it kept her fur lightly scented so that she stood out. A wife though, a wife needed to raise cubs and provide meals, manage the thralls. She didn't know if she would be ready to do all that, and males usually wanted to settle after their first viking. "You know I won't choose any of them," she reminded him, giving her hair a little dramatic flip, "You and I are much to close for me to choose another. But don't think I'll be rushing into a family, I'd like to have my fun."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:56 am
Bjorn just smiled, he almost giggled, but held back such an offense. "You may be narrow-minded, clinging to thought after thought when asked, but you are enthusiastic about everything you set your mind too. You're strong, that is what makes you determined and being determined, strong and enthusiastic can make any Stormborn wife a great wife. Besides, your Mother smells flowers, doesn't she make your Father a good wife?" He pointed out openly. "And if she doesn't then, well you'd be lying Zsaria!" Done his miniature rant he sighs and lets his body relax then smiles even more broadly at her statement.
"So without telling anyone else, answer me here. Are you mine forever Zsaria?" He gazed at her, not with a pleading look, but with an adolescent excitement. He'd have the prettiest lady in the land!
"Just don't let your fun get to into you, or he'll be answering to me." He growls protectively, as the words left her lips he had already decided he would not touch, nor look at another lady. This was to be his fate, protect while she's with others.. fight or even kill the ones who tried to stick around and be the Father to any cubs that may come out of her actions. He didn't mind this actually, for he knew she'd always come back to him.
"I think their session is almost up, perhaps we should leave and come back to drop you off for the day?" He offers.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:04 am
"You're right," she agreed, shying a bit from the protective growl. It wasn't in her to commit to something that long term, but she did want to remain close to him. "I am yours as long as I wish to be," she cooed, "Should that be forever than all the better." If they all came back the victors she would have just the life her father wished for her. "Bjorn, I can handle myself," she added with a laugh, pushing against him with her shoulder, "I watch my brothers enough. And don't worry so much, they won't be running home, we can walk." In truth she didn't wish to leave, but she knew it would only cause trouble for him for her father to catch them together.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:10 pm
The large lion was to his feet and ready to move hastily, but alas she pointed something out which relaxed him. They could take their time. He had almost felt bad, but he had to ensure she was where she needed to be when it mattered. Her Father would scold him for many millennium if Bjorn did not following certain courses of action. Including having her home appropriately, not that she was property, but between one male to another that cared for her safety Bjorn understood. "The world knows you can, you're as much a brother as any brother." He openly teased her with that quirky grin of his.
"Come on now though. let's head home, the day has come to an unfortunate close." He urged his pretty lady friend to move along with him and he guided them home.
One day, Bjorn would be gifted with the chance of taking her home, that day would be the day he would feel like he truly had been given every gift on this earth.
(fin)
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