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Farya only gave a meager nod to the girl when her offering had been taken. Even if the girl does not stay for the journey, she would not care if it goes missing. The primary function was to hide herself from the masses that may… take offense to her. Seeing that they were able to notice her oddness with such a disguise on, it was no longer useful. Once the cloak said it’s final goodbyes to it’s previous owner with a flutter of cloth, the wildling’s attention turned to the older man - passing on her vote for the next destination.
Where her curiosity could not be seen from her facial expressions, it was readily betrayed by her body language. Her head had canted to the side, along with her arms crossed at her chest. The posture she had was less of someone attempting to size another up, but much closer to someone attempting to pick apart a story. The way her fingers clinched at her arms tells that she found some amount of familiarity. Perhaps not by meeting in the past. But most definitely from life choices.
He was old. The young men that had became her quarry, and met either her arrow or wolyo’s teeth, told her that he was beyond his prime. Her companion, noticed his friend’s curiosity, and trotted closer to give the man a few tentative sniffs. Wolyo’s voice whispering in her ear only echoed her feelings for the matter.
“That one would have been fun,” His way of saying ‘Dangerous Game’. And whatever he smelled, the wolf-maiden did as well. Farya said nothing in response to Wolyo’s words. She moved as if she was about to say something to the grizzled elder. But her words never had a chance to step into the air. Instead, her head visibly recoiled when Kassandra managed to catch her attention.
After a quick recovery, Farya’s attention turned behind herself. And rather than turning completely, one of the woman’s legs tucked it’s heel behind her knee. She leaned and twisted her shoulders and head to peer behind herself while maintaining balance. Faint blue hints of light could be seen peering through the mask, hinting to the color of Farya’s eyes. She listened intently, and polietly. And soon… there was a soft giggling escaping the mask.
Her companion, Wolyo, had spun about and dropped to his haunches. He was standing tall and proud with his chest held high. That large tail of his whipping back and forth, and perhaps leaving a few bruises on those who didn’t get out of the way. A smug grumble escaped direwolf’s muzzle.
“Here that little cub? She called me beautiful! I am beautiful on the hunt! Beautiful!” That voice echoed so excitedly in her head.
“Yes, dear wolyo. You are beautiful. Shame potential mates fail to see you in the same light,” The masked maiden teased her companion for all to hear. The response she received was a snarl - a testament of some hurt feelings. “Come now, dear wolf. There will be many chances for pups. Just not yet.”
That giggle, was drawn out further and grew in pitch when Wolyo spun about to bring his back to face her. She gave the dire wolf a nudge. In return Wolyo gave a growling huff and adjusted his posture once more to turn his back to the woman once more. Farya’s attention slowly returned to Kassandra, a smile behind her mask. “He appreciates the complement. But Wolyo is no trained pet. We are companions, kindred spirits, everlasting. I am always Farya to Wolyo, as he is always Wolyo to Farya.”
Where her curiosity could not be seen from her facial expressions, it was readily betrayed by her body language. Her head had canted to the side, along with her arms crossed at her chest. The posture she had was less of someone attempting to size another up, but much closer to someone attempting to pick apart a story. The way her fingers clinched at her arms tells that she found some amount of familiarity. Perhaps not by meeting in the past. But most definitely from life choices.
He was old. The young men that had became her quarry, and met either her arrow or wolyo’s teeth, told her that he was beyond his prime. Her companion, noticed his friend’s curiosity, and trotted closer to give the man a few tentative sniffs. Wolyo’s voice whispering in her ear only echoed her feelings for the matter.
“That one would have been fun,” His way of saying ‘Dangerous Game’. And whatever he smelled, the wolf-maiden did as well. Farya said nothing in response to Wolyo’s words. She moved as if she was about to say something to the grizzled elder. But her words never had a chance to step into the air. Instead, her head visibly recoiled when Kassandra managed to catch her attention.
After a quick recovery, Farya’s attention turned behind herself. And rather than turning completely, one of the woman’s legs tucked it’s heel behind her knee. She leaned and twisted her shoulders and head to peer behind herself while maintaining balance. Faint blue hints of light could be seen peering through the mask, hinting to the color of Farya’s eyes. She listened intently, and polietly. And soon… there was a soft giggling escaping the mask.
Her companion, Wolyo, had spun about and dropped to his haunches. He was standing tall and proud with his chest held high. That large tail of his whipping back and forth, and perhaps leaving a few bruises on those who didn’t get out of the way. A smug grumble escaped direwolf’s muzzle.
“Here that little cub? She called me beautiful! I am beautiful on the hunt! Beautiful!” That voice echoed so excitedly in her head.
“Yes, dear wolyo. You are beautiful. Shame potential mates fail to see you in the same light,” The masked maiden teased her companion for all to hear. The response she received was a snarl - a testament of some hurt feelings. “Come now, dear wolf. There will be many chances for pups. Just not yet.”
That giggle, was drawn out further and grew in pitch when Wolyo spun about to bring his back to face her. She gave the dire wolf a nudge. In return Wolyo gave a growling huff and adjusted his posture once more to turn his back to the woman once more. Farya’s attention slowly returned to Kassandra, a smile behind her mask. “He appreciates the complement. But Wolyo is no trained pet. We are companions, kindred spirits, everlasting. I am always Farya to Wolyo, as he is always Wolyo to Farya.”
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If you'd like to work with me to rebuild him, PM me. If you'd like to pitch a new character that we can work on from the ground up, PM me. If you want to tell me to shove it up my ass, tell me to shove it up my ass. I understand you're frustrated, but please don't be passive aggressive.
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'Y'all' is a very regional slang term in reality and langauges across different realms doesn't develop in the same way. I would avoid modern slang and as much real-life regional lingo as possible. You may have a southern Louisiana accent, but Lowe is not from Southern Louisiana, nor does such a region exist in Vassidia.
On a seperate note, if we're having large portions of back-and-forth dialogue in the IC, a Collab is preferable, to make the scene more organic and to lessen 'clutter', which isn't the right word. Essentially, there's no need to have 3 posts from 2 people with a paragraph and a half of dialogue in each of them and that's it, rather than 1 post worked out between 2 people that contain the dialogue in its entirety.
Y'all isn't modern. It actually is a term that showed in great Brittan before the colonial era
I'm Texan. So y'all and fixing ta is normal for me
minister florentus makes sure to keep the abuse hidden under raps, because if people knew he wouldn't be able to keep Lowe. the only reason he wants to keep Lowe around is to train him to take his spot as the churches librarian. he hates his job, because it's low ranking in the church, and he would like to be higher up like Minister Plike is.
I have a Bard character who would love to break his foot off in the Ministers arse for thinking being a librarian is low in the food chain.
@Tangletail The mask is why the wolf got to be beautiful and not the woman.
:U wolf girls have feelings too
@TangletailOh that? Kassy's just really bad with people. She's never met someone weirder than she is - even at the Academy they're all the same level of nerd.
Nah. Totally not weird at all. She's just half naked. Has a wolf. Wears a mask. And is totally not a barbarian.
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yeah that could be a little messy if Lowe's sisters are being torn apart like a dog's ragdoll.
Wait I thought those sisters don't care for him...
You're good for Kassy. Aside from a massive crush on her Master, she doesn't have any loved ones.
Till she learns he's into wolf girls.
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yeah that could be a little messy if Lowe's sisters are being torn apart like a dog's ragdoll.
Whistles innocently.
To be fair... They would have been trespassing. Though Bards are apparently allowed to come and go as they please.
I love the awkward relationships built up so far.
Now I am reaaaaally worried about Farya and Wolyo killing someone's loved ones with the number of deaths in the backstories...
Now I am reaaaaally worried about Farya and Wolyo killing someone's loved ones with the number of deaths in the backstories...
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