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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:08 pm
The sun was barely rising, the shadows of the stormy shores gaining bluer hues as light began to spill over the landscape. Sjurd's grey-blue coat matched the overcast sky above and if it hadn't been for the bright blanket of white over his back it would have been hard to spot the reaver as he moved through the dawn. There was intent in the lion's eyes, an intent that pulled his maw into a faint, half-quirked smirk of a smile as his paws moved from sand back to rock as he approached a den. It was somewhat quiet, and Sjurd drew little attention as he moved in what could be described as an almost jaunting sway, a carefree swagger that swung his step.
Sjurd made no move to enter the den which he knew to be Bruten's. He had an inkling of knowledge for the lion's... thirst. Sjurd himself was less interested in such endeavors. He was a handsome lion, if not a bit dainty looking from the markings his outsider-blood gave him. This was made up for by a somewhat heavy frame and a muscled form that training in the pride had given him. Sure, he took part in the occasional flirt, but wasn't particularly tempted, or anything.
The lion moved himself onto a rock near the mouth of the den, his paws carefully and deliberately folding as he lay his head upon him. Brown eyes narrowed and the half-smile still played on his mouth. The sun rose, and the lion waited.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:22 pm
The first thing that would greet Sjurd's gaze as he waited upon that particular rock would be the slim, dark lioness that skulked from Bruten's den just before the golden hues of the sun kissed the sky. She did not notice Sjurd right away; when she did, she broke eye-contact almost immediately before hustling away, a look of keen embarrassment etched on her fine features. A short time afterwards, Bruten appeared, his smooth gait that of a lion who had been completely sated in all the ways that mattered. There truly was nothing like a fine meal for dinner and a willing thrall for dessert. And second dessert. Probably even third dessert. Stretching languidly, Bruten did not immediately glance in Sjurd's direction. "The other day, I told her I would not call for her again," the dark lion murmured wickedly before glancing towards his lifelong friend. A dark smile tainted his equally dark features. "I lied."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:38 pm
The sight of the female raised Sjurd's brow and the sight of her scuttling off drew the smirk on his face into a knowing grin. 'Quite the ladies man, my friend. What ever will we do with you.' This eyes darted back to the den as the familiar, shadowy figure emerged. The reaver met his friend quickly, jumping down from the rock and snaking up to the warlord's son. He gave Bruten a sideways glance.
"Well then you must be quite the charmer, my dear Bruten," he responded with a toothy grin.
Sjurd clicked his tongue, a noise of false concern. "You must be some tease to a thrall's wistful fantasies. To be whisked off by the warlord's son." The last statement came out a mocking, melodic sigh. A compassionate lion might disapprove of Bruten's antics. But while Sjurd didn't take part in Bruten's brand of indulgence himself, he wasn't one to go off being the noble hero to the weak and feeble. After all, they made it so easy. Poor fools. "It's a wonder you haven't gone around and given your father baskets of grandchildren to worry about, yet," he murmured, tilting his head back and to the side, eyes narrowing as he looked to Bruten with pointed playfulness.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:45 pm
"She's a stupid b***h," Bruten watched Sjurd approach, a wolfish smile on his muzzle, "but she's willing, and that's enough for me. She's going to marry some idiot freeborn," he shrugged and arched his back in a stretch. "Says we cannot do such awful things once she's taken to wife. I told her I will find another. And I am too careful for cubs," he continued, shaking out his mane as he finished stretching the knots from his muscles. That wolfish smile turned a little feral. "What brings you out so early, friend? If you'd only called out, I'd have invited you in to join me for breakfast." He knew his friend did not have the lusts that he himself had, but there was one thing that they shared. One thing that had brought them closer together. A similar darkness inhabited the both of them, manifesting in different ways. Bruten trusted Sjurd with his life, more than any other lion in the pride. "Since you don't appear to be hungry, speak of what is on your mind, old friend."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:56 pm
"Your tact astounds me." Sarcasm.
Sjurd listened to his friend speak with a thoughtful expression in his eye, his gaze pressed to the lightening sky. His comment on 'breakfast' made the lion snort and he gave a roll of his eye. "Maybe someday," he murmured low. Bruten's last comment grew Sjurd's gaze back towards him. there was some sort of glint in those eyes. Some remnant of something dark starting to press forward. The playful smile on the lion's maw dropped.
Bruten knew him well. He had grown close to his companion, and the other lion knew more about Sjurd than he was willing to admit. This included those parts of him that he made care not to show to others.
There was no one near. Sjurd had taken care to come at a time when the two wouldn't be bothered by obnoxious others. "Breakfast doesn't sound too unappealing, my friend." His voice was low and rumbling. Sjurd's brow knit together, a look that almost resembled a sort of frustration. There was something within him that he had managed to keep sated. Something not unlike Bruten's lust. But now, now it was growing hungry. "I thirst blood, Bruten," Sjurd said, faint and dark enough to where his words were almost lost to the wind. His jaw pressed and his gaze turned in the direction of the border.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:43 pm
Bruten's chuckle was low and dark, midnight and fire. He knew of Sjurd's secret, and it was one that he kept close to his chest. Sjurd was a true ally, a true friend. More like a brother to Bruten, one that he did not judge, not ever. He did not share the hunger for blood that Sjurd did, just as Sjurd did not share Bruten's lustier inclinations. There was a time, though, where those two points could cross; when adrenaline pumped through ones veins, when the thoughts of civility were set aside, when lines became blurred and the world became just a little uglier, just a little off-center. "We cannot allow for your thirst to go unfulfilled, Sjurd," Bruten's reply was rough, rasped out past a malevolent smile. "I think it is time for us to go on a small, informal Viking, hmm?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:17 pm
Sjurd let loose an airy laugh. His composure had nearly completely changed. His muscles had become tense, and his eyes half-lidded and cold. His tongue ran his lips briefly and thoughtfully. "Oh dear Bruten, you always know what to say." The words came out teasingly and nearly a purr.
The lighter lion began to move towards the border, trusting that his companion would be at his side. Sjurd had an unsung faith in Bruten. He confided in him what he would with no one else. In return, he believed there to be little he would do for his friend.
The sun had nearly completely risen, and the pride was starting to wake. Sjurd did his best to hide the dark and cold gleam in his eye. It was a masking he did well. The pair passed a freeborn female and Sjurd grinned wide, looking back at her with flirtatious eyes as he called back a "Looking as lovely as ever, my dear. Truly a beauty to break the storms." He couldn't help it. Sjurd wanted to keep his impression amongst pride members a certain way. He couldn't have people talking about how he had been stalking through the pride with malice in his eyes. As soon as she was out of sight, the smile slipped and the shadows crept back across his features.
As the pair approached the borders, Sjurd gave his companion a wicked grin. "Perhaps we can even bring back a little toy for you. You're getting about the age of marriage, hm?" He teased again. Bruten hardly seemed to type for marriage, aside from maybe to save face. "I would love to give you a delicious little wedding gift."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:00 am
oo DeD Tag, you! I've got some ladies for them to capture, we can start another RP in the roguelands once this one is finished, just a continuation of this one! biggrin Sjurd's words were met with a laugh, and Bruten allowed himself to enjoy the shiver of anticipation that cavorted down his spine. He thought himself superior to lions like Kjar, lions who damaged and forced females of lesser status to bend to his whims - but the ugly, beautiful truth was that Bruten was far more similar to the other Reaver than he cared to admit. He didn't have to pretend otherwise around Sjurd, and it was a welcome change to the mask he often had to force himself to wear. Their friendship was an understanding one. Nobody had to know what they did on their small, informal, captain-free vikings. Nobody had to know how ugly they truly were. It was only Bruten and Sjurd, both of them twisted and broken in their own, odd ways. "She's getting fat," Bruten whispered softly after they'd passed the freeborn female, his voice laden with dark humor. Bruten did not care to present any airs to those around him. He was known around the pride as being unkind and not particularly approachable. The only thing he kept hidden was the cruel streak, black and bleak and awful. "I will marry Yakuti," he continued, his tone grim. "I have informed her of my intent. I do not care if the High Priestess is her mother. She will be my wife, and I will perform as a husband must in order to secure offspring." Bruten gave Sjurd a pleased look at the mention of a wedding gift. "I would not turn down a morsel, Sjurd. You know me too well."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:11 pm
pinchmonster Sounds good! This can be Sjurd's last post here, then c: Feel free to wrap up and start a RP in the rogue lands? <3~ Bruten's talk of marriage rose Sjurd's brow. Yakuti, daughter of Brynja. He supposed it made enough sense. If the warlord's son were to take anyone in marriage, there wouldn't be anyone else fit enough for the role. "Seems appropriate enough. You two would make a lovely couple." Sjurd winked, giving a toothy grin at his companion as the pair approached the border.
His steps stopped and the lion took in a deep breath of the cool, morning air. Brown eyes closed briefly and the breath was released in a long, drawn out motion. He absorbed each feeling; the way his claws set into the dirt in anticipation, how a shudder worked its way through his muscles.
Sjurd was excited. More than he would ever like to admit. He went on Vikings with others. This was different, though. Going out with Bruten, letting loose and letting some other part of him take over... Yes, this was very different. It brought a dark, malicious grin to his face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:52 pm
The talk of Yakuti had Bruten stiffening. He didn't want to further discuss the Priestess' daughter. That part of his life was kept separate. That part of his life was different. That part of his life was filled with expectations and demands. Bruten always, always watched Sjurd just as they moved from the prideland to the outlands. That shift, that menacing change from happy-go-lucky to monster unmasked was such a thrill to see. Out here they could do as they pleased. Out here they could be true to themselves. Out here they were free, and there were no rules to abide by. No expectations to meet, to exceed. "Shall we go, then?" He did not wait for an answer as he pressed past his friend.
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