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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 7:44 am
Laertes was more than a little excited today. He could barely walk without funny little bouncy steps betraying his mood – as if his expression wasn’t enough – or jumping to a happy run. He’d been considering getting some adornments lately for himself and maybe even something pretty for Daizee. They had to celebrate the joyous occasion somehow!
The blue-eyed lion walked down all the way from Elsinore to the middle class quarters, completely oblivious to any looks or whispers that might follow him. He didn’t care. Not today. He would keep his head high and show his cubs – his four perfect cubs – that he couldn’t possibly care less about anything the stuffy Nobles said.
He kept walking with the same bouncy steps, asking around about the costumer Valkerie. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too hard to find.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:00 am
Even before she had gained the scars that roamed her face and back, before her lip had curled in to the permanent grimace she had been considered ugly, not that she cared, the only thing she cared about was her craft.
At the moment she was sitting alone as far from the other crafters as possible while she honed her skill further, cracking a skull perfectly in half and lacing it together with a thick piece of striped hide, clearly of zebra origin. She was making a mask, one she considered wearing herself but never would. She cared not what others felt of her appearance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:47 am
Laertes followed the indications of a very nice couple that pointed him in the way of a dark lioness who appeared to be working on something at that moment. The Guard watched her for few moments, wondering who had given her those scars and hoping it had not been a male…or someone from the pride. Sure, he knew some girls could fight just as well as some males - some of the pride's guards were female even - but he still didn't like the idea.
“Excuse me…?” he asked the lioness, glancing at the materials around them as he moved closer at steady pace - not really as bouncy as before. “Are you Valkerie?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:11 am
The lioness turned slowly and her lips lifted on one side in to a smile, the other side of her face was turned in a permanent grimace gave her a very lopsided smile that wasn't always perceived as friendly. "Yes, thats me." She answers, her voice a quiet rough whisper as if she needed a really good drink of water.
"How can I help you?" She raises a scarred brow placing the mask on the ground, as she looked at the big male with her bloody red eyes.. "I don't think I know you. Do you have a name?" She laughs a breathless little laugh and shakes her head. "Silly question I know but it needed to be asked."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:03 am
Oh, he sobered up pretty quick as soon as the costumer turned and spoke. The dark lion found it impossible to know if she was happy to see him but he hoped he wasn’t disturbing her. He was told she was very good at her chosen profession so Laertes had to assume she had her paws full with orders. Though, if he were to be perfectly honest, the small warning he had been given beforehand still didn’t quite prepare him for the sight of the lioness with the raspy voice.
“I’m Laertes, one of the Guards.” He replied with a small smile and a tiny bow, his mood far too happy to have it be affected by anything for too long today. “I was told you were one of the best Costumers around.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:20 am
Valkerie nods lightly, her deep red eyes fixed on the big male. "Yes I am a costumer and you would like some armour?" She raises a scabbed brow and laughs quietly, her voice raspy and choked.
"Do you wish to ask me another question Laertes? I can answer them if you like, a lot of others ask or simply avoid." She smiles once again her grimace never shifting. "I don't take offence."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:48 am
“Ah, sorry. I couldn’t help wondering about your scars.” He said somewhat abashedly when it became clear he had been caught staring. “But that’s not important… and really none of my business.” He chuckled a little before resuming his little inspection of his surroundings.
“I am looking for something that might fit my position but I’m not sure what exactly… however, my mate just had cubs and I was wondering if you had anything she might like. She’s mostly black with purple… ah... wings and swirly thingies.” he grinned, thinking of how the markings had passed down to the cubs.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 11:05 am
The lioness gave a nod "I was attacked as a cub by a hyena and he left his mark on me. Not his fault he was hungry." She states simply, she had been asked the question often enough by those who didn't know her. For those whom she had grown up with they knew her story and mostly ignored her disfigured look.
"Wings." She raises a brow and turns away for a moment, she walked with a slight hobbling gait but she soon returned to the big male with a paw full of feathers of pure white and a metal string of silver colouration.
She quickly folds the metal in to a spiral and deftly attaches the feathers to the silver band until it looked like the wing of a bird, she hooks the metal around until it becomes a bracelet with the faux wing curling backwards. "Would this be suitable?" She asks holding the simple bracelet out to the big guard.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 5:07 pm
“Well… I would still put some fault on that hyena…” the Guard said lightly before he considered that it could’ve been one of his cubs in the costumer’s place. Then his expression went suddenly cold as did his voice. It was a rare expression in Laertes but it took a while to dissipate. “No, I still consider him – or her – very much at fault.” But that’s just the way the purple lion was. He would never allow harm to fall upon any cub in his presence even at the cost of his own life. And now that he was a father, that feeling was intensified like he had never dreamed possible.
Laertes watched with wide eyes and a silly grin as the costumer started working, slowly returning to his previous mood. It wasn’t long until she had produced an intricate adornment and an elegant one at that.
“Wow, you’re good. That’s lovely... Could you show me something for her neck, as well. Something with a pendant, maybe?” He would never have imagined such a design on his own. It was clear Valkerie knew what she was doing. “Were you born in the pride or did you learn your skills outside the Suka’Fumo?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 1:52 am
The dark lioness shakes her head lightly "It was more my fault than his and he was killed for his crimes. We all get hungry and eat things I just happened to be the snack." She laughs sardonically and shakes her head. She had forgiven the hyena a long time ago, it really wasn't his fault he was hungry and that she was a lone cub foolish enough to wander.
"I was born here, most know of me but many would turn to find someone else before they came to me. I'm not as desirable company as some of the other costumers." she whispers her blood red eyes falling on the purple male. He seemed nice enough.
She raises a scarred brow and moves once again her back legs hobbling as she pulled a long thick strand of white fur down from the equipment around her. "Lets see now." The lioness lifts a small bowl of items from the ground and hobbles up to the big lion placing the bowl down before him. She pulls out a large flat disc like shell, the shell looked dark until she flipped it over to reveal the mother of perl sparkle within. She wraps a strand of black leather all the way around the length of fur and carefully ties the flat shell at the front. She smiles and adds a few feathers to each side of the shell to make it look like a shell with wings.
"What you were thinking of or is it too much?" She smiles her lopsided smile, curiosity in her deep red eyes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:55 pm
“I’m sorry about that. Well, not too much as I get to have you to myself. I’d be very disappointed if you were busy, I was told you were one of the best around.” He decided to drop the matter of the hyena – for now – because it was making him a little angry and because it seemed the unforgivable crime had been dealt with what the guard considered to be the appropriate punishment.
“It’s very pretty.” Laertes said, his eyes widening again at the sight of a winged shell. To be completely honest, he wasn’t sure what kind of adornments would fit Daizee or what her tastes were on the matter. His voice softened when he thought about the dark-eyed lioness, his mate, the mother of his cubs. “My mate… she is… she comes from a prominent Noble family but she has little ambition or aspirations. She doesn’t worry about having her status recognized.” Clearly not, considering she had been in love with a commoner… perhaps still was a little. Laertes couldn’t deny that it both bothered and worried him but the birth of his cubs had eased such fears and the Guard was at peace now. “But don’t think she’d mind something a little flashy.”
He paused, nudging a feather with a gentle paw, a small smile growing wider as he did so.
“I think I’ll take it! Both of them.” he said a little louder with a grin. It wasn’t a hard decision to make and Daizee could come here for a few adjustments if she wished for it so he didn’t have to trouble himself too much over this matter. And it was clear Valkerie was just as talented as he’d been told.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:19 am
Valkerie nods lightly her deep bloody red eyes smiling. "Don't feel to upset Laertes, I assure you I forgave him a long time ago." She stands again and hobbles off returning with what could be described as a bag. The bag was made of white leather and was adorned with thousands of tiny multi coloured stones arranged in a way so that it looked like a lions head roaring.
She carefully lifts both adornments and places them in the bag before turning to Laertes and slipping the handle over his head so that the bag dangled at his throat.
"Your mate is very lucky to have you." She whispers, her voice still rough "Keep the bag for yourself, bags come in handy for carrying things you find." She laughs a little "I like to state the obvious. I hope your mate likes them." She raises both brows and nods, picking up the skull and leather combination she had been working on, her attention returning to her craft as she thought he would leave to his mates side now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:59 pm
“I’m the lucky one.” Laertes said with a gentle smile, lowering his neck to allow the strap to pass over his head more easily. I was impossible not to feel lucky when he couldn’t keep the image of Daizee with his cubs – his four perfect little cubs - out of his mind. “Oh this bag is like another gift in itself. I think she’ll love it. All of it.”
“Thank you, Valkerie. I couldn’t have found better gifts.” He started walking away as the lioness seemed to be returning to her work but he paused and turned back for a brief moment to look at the costumer with friendly grin. “Maybe I’ll bring my little ones to see you once they grow a bit. Good day, Valkerie. Thank you, again.” And with a little nod, the Guard made his way up the mountain again.
(FIN? 8D)
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