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Offline Noah Feb 21 2020, 2:40 AM
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March 21, 1476


Time, always seeming to slip through his fingers, never something able to be held onto no matter how desperately digits curled into the fabric. Still it raced by as the world refused to stop spinning even after all that dwelled within, which surrounded the dire, had begun to fall apart and crumble with the turbulence of each corresponding event. It was enough to shake one to the core as a heavy tongue soon found itself no longer stilled upon the words it dared to speak till disagreement was spat from a far kinder tongue. Leading to distance being created between those who the dire had found enjoyment in their company, at least at first, before the walls of that hopeful reach for a reconnect were torn down – far after eyes should have been open to one so naïve and optimistic. Abandonment was ever stricken across the name of the fallen seraphim though it had begun to fade with each month and each year that came to pass.

Gradually a mind began to collect itself as Noah drew upon the enrichment that had come in a life from before, despite the lost feeling that still harbored within his chest. There was a goal to drown it out and such things happened with ease when one chose to allow themselves not to think of the consciences. It is what lead a curious eye to turn upon those in a small village far out into the lands of Khorl, people living in the wilder parts of the nation though remaining near to one another unlike their distant neighbors. From what could be observed on the approach was they bordered the thick vegetation of the jungle as the east side where some gardens were situated a river cut through the soil before fading out into the heavier tree line. Though it was not this that drew the wolf in but the sound of music that echoed through the air and called out to be addressed, especially by one with a seeking mind.

An approach was a calculated one as what so many judged an acceptable form, one to blend in and ease the hearts of the panicked, was taken by the wolf who so often wore a man’s skin. Clothing that was kept in the satchel slung about one of the dire’s limbs was promptly adorn before stepping foot into these strangers collective home with a worn but seeking look about him. There was a touch of surprise which quickly evolved into a vibration of excitement upon seeing a new face and it did not take long for vocals to begin spilling from their lips in greeting. Colorful banner dropped from one of the men’s hands as he approached with a rather upbeat step and rushed words upon his tongue, “Welcome to Aynor!” Knowledge that this was not one of their own was enough to draw such things forth, though he did not stop there, “We ain’t expected no one to come so soon. We hardly begun settin’ up and only put out word the other day.”

Confusion sparked within the hound’s eyes to that though a grin still turned against his lips, “Word travels in Dorsum does it not.” It was more of a statement than a question to linger against the wolf’s tongue though it carried an echo of lightheartedness. “Besides, you expect everyone to wait till last minute?” To that the man offered a crooked grin as a curt tone of laughter fell into place, “Suppose not, but many wait till festivities actually start to come by.” Hand lifted as if hiding the words spoken aloud from those around them, “Tryin’ to avoid settin’ up n’ all that you know.” Noah couldn’t say he differed from such beings though allowed himself to jest as playfulness rose against the tones, “It’s the best part of the arrangement – you are the host after all.” Arrival and departure without much worry on part of the guest who found themselves here though the man could only shrug it off as a body turned to return to what he was doing, “Ain’t sayin’ you wrong but I won’t say you right.” Noah’s brow lifted to that as he regarded the man for a moment longer till he spoke up after that beat of silence.

“If ya wanna settle till things are done go talk to Ta’lia, she ‘round where the music comin’ from n’ ain’t hard to find.” He chuckled to himself as a hand lifted with a motion of just where this woman stood against him, “She ‘bout a whole few heads shorter than anyone ‘round n’ you can’t miss that.” That was all the wolf needed to hear before dismissing himself from this man’s company as he had already begun working again. Steps were curious as they went about the village that was filling with color and the smell of food was heavy against the air, it wasn’t ready, but the beginnings of that welcoming scent was enough to fix the decision to stay in place.

Hours passed since Noah’s arrival and there was no such thing done as finding relaxation, not now, but the woman named Ta’lia who had been spoken of was found nearly as easily as the man – Hector by Ta’lia’s count – had claimed. A temporary room was found for the dire beneath the human’s claims it would be needed before the night was over. If not for a more private enjoyment, an after party, or for true rest when too much ale had been consumed. Now the hours were late and the sun had begun to settle over the ridge of the trees at the back of the village, splotched shadows skittering out against the stone laden grounds. Children exclaimed their excitement in lyrics that nearly pierced the wolf’s ears at how sharp those high notes came as they sang the words to the song that rang within their own. Food clung heavily against the air as a large boar had been dug up from the earthen pit it had cooked in and it was that which drew the dire’s attention the most out of the choices. Yet that was not where he gravitated, not at first, it was towards the bodies which lingered here and there which found concentration in consumption. A form of self-medication in the words of some, a means to ease away sensibility, nothing the wolf cared to hold tight to in this moment.
Offline Ivandriel Feb 22 2020, 1:08 AM
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It would likely be foolish to assume that Tal’tuk would miss one single dire, especially one who hardly did anything. Ivandriel preferred it that way, and even encouraged it since it meant he often didn’t have to waste time doing things he didn’t have to do. Hunting and gathering, for instance, was the biggest one. He was kin, as were many others, so why should he need to go traipsing about in the wilds and take down more prey than he would ever eat himself? He had only ever been loyal to his mother, and took care of her when she was too old to do the things he could do. She is gone now, however, so his loyalties are a bit questionable these days. Still, they provided food and shelter and all he had to do was pretend he gave a shit every once in awhile. Ivandriel had done that part well enough in the past few months, though overall it was only a few down away from the villages in the treetops that seemed to notice him in passing. Just the way he wanted it to be. It allowed him to do what he was doing now, and that was taking himself away from Khogate with Dorsum on the horizon. He didn’t like being on the open water, especially with only a few others he barely knew. One of them looked almost entirely too young to be helping them sail, and most of that leg of the journey was spent trying not to throw up when the waves grew choppy. His legs were meant to be on land, not the ocean, and he was extremely grateful when they managed to skirt the unclaim and get their paws on solid ground.

Mostly solid anyways, with the beaches of Dorsum rolling up into the soft, green grasses that fed into the jungles. Ivandriel was one of the first to make his way out, shaking himself to get rid of that salty ocean spray, and gave his thanks by way of word only. He didn’t stick around to wait and see if they might have wanted something else, the wolf’s pace quickening until he passed into the treeline to leave the others behind. Ivandriel didn't make it all the way through before deciding better on if he should continue in his true form or not, giving himself a moment of pause to conceal away the so-called savage visage. Briefly the magic warped the air around him, essence of it twisting around the mutating body. Bones expanded and shrank, rearranging themselves with but the willpower behind it, and Ivandriel was able to stand on two legs. It was a bit shaky at first with tentative steps carrying him forward, hands stretching out to brace on a nearby tree as the wolf lifted his legs to stretch them. A curse slipped forth impulsively with the uncomfortableness of it, the dire made painfully aware how long its been since he took on this form.

He straightened out the white shirt he had decided on this time, still keeping to the practical trousers and boots to make the journey easier, and left the jungle behind him. Devious intent drug hum further inland, when the humidity and the tropics gave way to clearer air and rolling hills. Valleys marked various patches of grassland on the horizon, and Ivandriel simply found the nearest path to begin walking. Constantly he let the breeze bring to him whatever scents could be picked out, most of it things already well known, but there were a few that pulled against his curiosity. Ivandriel eyed the people passing, the path he was on turning into a wider and more well-traveled road, and his eyes swept to and fro between all that could be seen. It was nearing the beginning of sundown, not quite there yet, and Ivandriel soon became restless. If such a thing could be possible while wandering about aimlessly. Passerby went avoided, Ivandriel weaving his way through them as they thinned out with a village coming into view. He was sure he was still in Dorsum, though this was one village that had been missed the last time he came through this way. Golden eyes narrowed, course changing on a whim and sending the dire down the inviting path that cut through the center of it to disappear as it wound around some of the modest structures.

Children ran amok, a different sort of energy beginning to wind its way into the wolf’s very being, and there was no mistaking the casual conversations of some festivities about to be underway. Ivandriel watched and waited to see the direction taken from the interested parties, and it was enough to have him stalking the other way. There were other dire here, or had been at some point, for even underneath the scent of human and pastoral fragrance there lingered the familiar mark of his kind. It was comforting in its own way, although it also made him proceed with caution as he watched people leaving their homes to gather wherever the largest stack of smoke was billowing from. So readily they left their abodes unattended, at least as far as the dire could tell, and for the better part of an hour he spent rifling through what he could manage to weasel his way into. It was a farming village, for the most part, so he didn’t expect to find so many riches. In fact, there were more personal effects and trinkets held near and dear than anything of import. Ivandriel still pilfered what looked interesting as well as a few coins here and there, not bothering to waste his time forcing his way into some of the lockboxes he found beneath beds or tucked away in wardrobes. All in all it wasn’t an extensively satisfying haul, but Ivandriel took it nonetheless.

With careful patience and some good timing the dire returned himself to the main thoroughfare, the village folk none the wiser of his escapades behind supposedly locked doors. Fingers reached up to sweep back his hair where some of it had fallen forward, scrutiny cast about all around him as he caught the notes of music filtering out into the crowd. With it came the din of various banter and cajoling, groups of friends egging each other on as they all but doused themselves in mead. It was a heady stench, the different ales and meat spread out, and judging by what some were giving their thanks to it was in honor of the oncoming springtime. Supposedly it would be a good harvest, but Ivandriel found it a bit redundant to just cook up all of their pickings. Nobody looked to be overseeing any of it either, no doubt the village closely knit and appeared to be welcoming of strangers. Ivandriel was content to find some perch at the edge of it all when he caught wind of the cooked boar.

With that in his nose he couldn’t smell anything else, Ivandriel honing in on it where it was sat upon one of the tables. The dire swiped some ale on his way towards it, not bothering to check just who it might have belonged to before downing it. That came with regret, especially with the watery swill it tasted like. Children squawked and giggled, a few of them nearly barreling into him on their rush past, Ivandriel bowing his body back with the abrupt stop. A glare settled against their backs as they darted around the legs of the adults and dove under some of the tables, though it was mostly because of the rather piss poor choice in drink. Could be his taste buds hadn’t adjusted properly yet, the dire hoping that wasn’t the case as he deposited the empty stein nearby to take in a deep breath of nothing but the cooked meat. His stomach growled anxiously, Ivandriel reaching out to dig nails into the crisp hide so that he could work his fingers in hardly delicately. It took putting his other hand on it to keep it in place, the wolf tearing off a hefty chunk only to tense up with the sudden shout, ‘You! Stop that!’ He gripped the piece defensively, lip twitching as he twisted around to squint at the quickly approaching woman.

She was short, almost like the kids he had seen sprinting about, but she was frowning as she crossed her arms. Ivandriel leaned back when she crowded him, jabbing a finger into the air near his face, ‘Don’t stick yer dirty hands all over it. Should ‘ave gotten someone to carve it for ya. What the fuck ya thinkin’?’ Ivandriel raised an eyebrow at the colorful language, mouth watering at the closeness of his bounty. “Was thinkin’ how nobody was around to ask, so I helped myself. Isn’t that what these festivities are for? Sharing in the wealth of the land?” he said airily, letting his resistance drop to take a pointed bite of the hog. It tasted divine, and he had to stop himself from further tearing into it, instead trying to savor it as he eyed the woman.
Offline Noah Mar 1 2020, 6:31 PM
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Focus spun about onto many sources of influence and hummed upon each scent that came to join the next, it was hard to keep a mind straight when so much stimulus was offered in what some would call a small area. The village by no means tiny as the reach of the houses and their personalized farms were greater than one would imagine for a place settled so far back in the holds of Dorsum against the declared dangerous jungles. But their moods were not dampened by being a journey from the capital, as if they had chosen to be here tucked into this corner, for they were welcoming of those who crossed their boarders. A generosity that often came with skepticism yet in this case their words appeared genuine as it extended from the lips of those who appeared to keep this place running while others were along for the ride, tided by festivities of their own harvests. Noah kept his head in place, as much as different ales could provide, as distraction was sought in the conversation of many.

‘You! Stop that!’

Sharp notes ringing out in interruption over the music that danced about the ears of all who listened and the clamber of voices that found no during such an event. Festivities had hardly just begun, at least in the eyes of the disregarded seraphim, though there was no hiding the way his crown twist in order to find the source of the commotion. Body quick to follow as the emptied drink was discarded on a nearby table as the hound let curiosity ever be his guide when shifting towards the aggravated tones that carried familiarity. Not in the sense that he knew the owner personally but only in the fact it had been she who he had gained temporary shelter with within the small inn upon the north western side of Aynor. ‘What the fuck ya thinkin’?’ Tone of one clearly upset as golden pools lifted to find the face of the one she currently addressed.

Meat in a large hunk torn from the boar was clutched almost desperately in the man’s hands as if the woman were about to steal it from him, yet still managed to quip out a retort that caused Ta’lia to puff up with a huff before snapping back. ‘Not by puttin’ yer filthy mitts all over everyone’s meal!’ Noah couldn’t help but be amused by all of it, at how one could think a meal could be ruined just for one little piece torn from place by the hands of what appeared to be a man. However, a fellow wolf in the clothing of men knew his kin by the way scent swam within his senses. Yet this one displayed little sense in playing into society in terms of mannerisms as the wild nature of the truth was shown in how hungrily the other dire clung to the meat he had scoured from the source.

“Ta’lia,” name slipping forth as the wolf allowed himself to perch at the woman’s side though his eyes turned upon the man she faced. Sights drawn over his form to take it all in from the way scars turned against his face to the way the almost oversized tunic hung down against the stranger’s frame – it curled the smile already painted upon his face to draw further despite the way he still addressed the one he did not look to. “Are you letting one man ruin your time?” As Ta’lia whorled focus around there was still bitterness etched upon those features, ‘Aye, ‘n I don’t wanna hear none of it from yer gob neither. Might be a party but I ain’t got no quarrel ‘n kickin’ the lot of ya out if I must.’ It was in a jest display of defense the dire’s hands rose as his chin tucked, body bowing as if to look smaller to the one who still rest a head or more shorter, “O mercy, madam, if you would be ever generous.” Form lifting as he spoke further, “But did Hector not say anyone was invited? Despite their savagery in the way they eat.”

A pointed comment that drew those golden pools from the woman’s face to linger upon the other wolf though they pulled back at the rise of Ta’lia’s voice. Eyes rolling at such words as a finger was shaken in Noah’s direction as if scolding one much younger than he was, ‘He said nothin’ of the sort. Invitations extended ‘n all that but ya best behave or I take matters in my hands.’ Still a grin fixed upon his features as he looked down at her with a careful nod, “Play civilized, understood.” Joking airs kept in those softer lyrics as he continued to address her, “I’ll handle this one, don’t worry anymore of it,” hands finding themselves against her shoulders as she shrugged them off with a pointed look. ‘I’ma worry ‘n keep my eyes on ya,’ eyes turning towards the stranger who had not been given the opportunity to weasel off yet. ‘You! Fuckin’ use ya damn manners yer mother taught ya!’ With that she moved off towards a building, likely to fetch supplies to carve away the section of meat that had been torn into by the wolf’s hands.

Golden eyes turned up at the stranger with a widened grin, “I feel that went well, don’t you think?” Ignoring the way Ta’lia had stormed off to leave each of them standing just where the first had been found near the boar. A hand lifted in a motion towards the hog as he spoke up, “Best take what you intend to before another calls you a savage in more words than one. Once she fixes it I doubt there will be a chance to rip more of it off like you wished to do.” The temptation rising within the nearly as wild wolf, an ushering to follow through while another whisper of a temporary time spent within the castle walls speaking of a different set of rules to follow. Twisting around in the dire’s mind as attention turned between the stranger and the hog till that enticement was too rich to pass up. A tip of the hat, so to speak, as only a hand lifted with a dipped crown before the dire let fingers slip down into the heated meat and peel a piece of the shoulder free. “We should go before she comes back, there is plenty around to hide among distractions."
Offline Ivandriel Mar 2 2020, 5:10 PM
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He hadn’t expected to be accosted in the way he had, and he definitely didn’t think it would be from a human who looked as threatening as an irate kitten. The suddenness of it sent him on edge anyways, Ivandriel’s posture turning defensive the second her voice rose in pitch. Such forwardness dragged the attention of those in the immediate vicinity, the dire squinting as he pulled back his proffered strip of boar meat. His fingers wrapped around it as if it might be snatched away, gold eyes tracking the movement of anyone who stepped away even an inch as the woman scolded him. When it became obvious she wasn’t going to lunge at him or attack, some of the tension bled away from his bunched up shoulders. He almost took on an air of smugness, blasé with how he brushed the whole thing off. Ivandriel didn’t see anything wrong in what he did, especially with how the boar had been presented at the forefront of the gathering. The human, however, didn’t really like that answer too much. Ivandriel chewed his rightfully taken portion, gaze shifting to the aggressive hand gestures on the off chance one of them might turn upon him, and tried to ignore the building ire the more her heated tones lashed out. ‘Not by puttin’ yer filthy mitts all over everyone’s meal!’ she countered, and if the dire were not concealing his true self his hackles might have risen.

His lip twitched as he chewed, eyebrows falling into a line as his chin tilted and he opened his mouth but only got as far as taking a breath before they were both interrupted. Ivandriel smelled the other wolf before he saw him or even heard him speak what he assumed was a name, humor in his voice as the taller one stepped beside her. Not that it was difficult to be taller than she, the human still glowering to the point Ivandriel’s head recoiled slightly. ‘Are you letting one man ruin your time?’ the other dire said, Ivandriel squinting at him as he was the one to fall beneath the scrutiny now. He sized him up, taking in the tattoos darkening his tanned skin where they peeked out of the well-kept clothes he wore. Ivandriel’s nostrils flared, a slight motion with a minute shift in where his head was as he took in a searching breath. He didn’t recognize him, not that he thought he might, but he couldn’t tell if he was from back home or not. All he could smell was the delicious boar he was currently being pestered about and denied from eating. His eyes flicked to the woman when she whipped around to face him, though they didn’t linger there and instead on the new subject of her focus. The thief’s tongue clicked as she prattled on, taking another bite that he had to stop chewing when she threatened to kick them out.

That’s a bit extreme, lady, just was one tiny thing. It’s not like I-” he started in, hand lifting to gesture with the strip of half-eaten boar now as he took a step away from the table. He was cut off by the other dire who was grinning a stupid grin, hands up in a submissive gesture to make himself look smaller. Ivandriel’s chin tilted up at that, features betraying his bewilderment as the wolf just essentially bowed out. Asking for the forgiveness of the one he called Ta’lia, Ivandriel uncertain if they knew eachother prior to this or not. He knew his kin would take to the cities on the mainland, though being a rogue in Gil’ead was asking for something worse than a scolding. ‘But did Hector not say anyone was invited? Despite their savagery in the way they eat,’ he carried on, Ivandriel tilting his head to give the taller dire a rather unamused look. Who the hell was Hector? It was starting to look like this dire lived here, and Ivandriel wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “Watch it, there ain’t nothin’ savage about the way I’m eatin’. Plenty of… people eat this way. Not everyone can afford eating utensils, Ta'lia,” he clapped back, having to pause for a split second to remember that it wasn’t wise to differentiate their kind. ‘Invitations extended ‘n all that but ya best behave or I take matters in my hands.’ Ivandriel looked at her again, this time sizing her up, and let out a small laugh.

Still the dire went with it, claiming his understanding with that grin on his face. It took Ivandriel a moment of second thought before he realized the other dire was giving him an out. That didn't mean he cared for the phrasing of handling him like he was some pup who got caught doing something he shouldn't be. He huffed through his nose, Ta'lia glowering still when her sights shifted back to him but she seemed willing to let this one take care of matters. It came with a roll of her shoulders to shrug off the reassuring touch of the other wolf, a blatant threat given towards the thief who recoiled again when she seethed. 'You! Fuckin' use ya damn manners yer mother taught ya!' His ears drew back at that, a shadow passing through his eyes as she turned away and his lip curled to bare elongated canines in a sneer directed at her retreating back. He bit his tongue, though, and tried to still his rapidly beating heart. It thrummed in his chest with defiance towards the human who all but slapped him on the wrist, Ivandriel willing his temper to quiet itself.

The other one was still grinning when Ivandriel turned to look at his face when he started speaking, 'I feel that went well, don't you think?' Breath pushed through his lips in a huff of humorless laughter at that, the meat still held in his hand. He took another bite, eyes scanning the clusters of people to see where Ta'lia had gone. "If you say so," was all he said to that, attention drifting back when he motioned towards the hog. It came with a suggestion to take more, whatever he might want, before it was portioned out and cut in the ever so well-mannered way the humans liked to eat. You could eat more in quicker time not having to cut it up, but it was one of the many things supposedly civilized humans did that Ivandriel didn't quite understand. He did laugh genuinely then, more of a chuckle than anything, when he saw the other reach and shave off a piece for himself. "Not a bad idea," he said with a subtle glance around. Ivandriel turned and slotted himself beside the other wolf, the piece of meat he already had wedged between his teeth and hanging out as he dug his fingers in where it had already been torn.

The motions were quick and precise to strip off far more than he had before, several chunks shoved into the pockets of his trousers as he looked over his shoulder to see that Ta'lia was making her return. 'We should go before she comes back, there is plenty around to hide among distractions.' Ivandriel let out a hum of consideration, nodding his head and without thought he began to push the other dire in the opposite direction. "Another good idea," he said around the piece of meat, voice slightly muffled, "you're just full of 'em, aren't you?" This time he used the hound as a shield, a buffer of obstruction from the small human's line of sight, and ushered him off to slink into the crowd. He didn't check to see if the dire followed him, though he soon felt him on his heels as he cut a path around to where some fencing divided some tables. Some people had left their drinks, as they often did when not expecting someone to take them, and Ivandriel swiped two of them on their way by.

He kept an ear out, listening carefully in case the woman decided to implode, but there was only a small uttering of expletives that caused Ivandriel's lips to curve upwards in amusement. He turned abruptly, drink in one hand as it set against the other dire's chest, bringing the other to his lips to imbibe in more of the pilfered goods. It still didn't taste any better than what he had before, but he drank it nonetheless even if it caused him to grimace. He smacked his lips, chasing the bitter bite of the ale or mead or whatever it was with the last morsel of the meat. "So what's your deal?" he asked bluntly, a leg cocking out as he leaned against the back of one of the chairs to scrutinize the other wolf once more.
Offline Noah Mar 3 2020, 10:11 PM
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With the way eyes lingered it was not missed the way the other wolf looked at him when first speaking up. Each of them taking the other in for curiosity’s sake until attentions were pulled in another direction when Ta’lia stole away Noah’s focus. Idle threats pooling against her tongue as there was little action taken to back up those words even as that finger pointed out to each of them. The woman was talking, attempting to put her foot down on one aspect that she thought could be easily enough controlled during the festival. ‘That’s a bit extreme, lady, just was one tiny thing.’ Words nothing more than an echo at the back of the older dire’s mind as his body began to bow away from what little pressure was placed upon him by the woman’s voice. Words lifting with ease from his tongue as the wolf sought a sense of appeasement towards the human who found upset with the actions of another. Lyrics of his own playing into her favor as the way the other ate now was compared to savagery for it spoke of the truth that lay beneath the skins they temporarily adorn to buy passage into this gathering.

Offense appeared to pull across the other male’s features as dissatisfaction was worn plainly, ‘Plenty of… people eat this way.’ Poverty the chosen title to play upon to speak on behalf of his actions and why one would choose to tear into such a large meal when presented no immediate other option. However, Ta’lia showed little care for such things as a mind was busy spinning about the lies Noah continued to speak as she made declaration of behaviors and what should or should not be done. Stiff laughter rolled against the stranger’s tongue while the hidden dire kept his sights upon Ta’lia and soon enough hands as they came to rest upon her shoulders with an attempt to usher her off with a promise to keep the other in control. It was not a smooth retreat as the woman lashed out with countering words and a stiff voiced accusation hurled towards the other wolf as the touch upon her shoulder’s was shrugged off before turning to go. Silently, for only a moment at least, golden pools remained on her back till distance was created between them and it was then they whirled back to face the other who still held a partial scowl upon his features.

Light airy tones surrounded the wolf’s words on the success of dismissing the one who put up a barrier towards one of the many visitors from what Noah could piece together. Those same notes were not reflected in the other as a heavy breath was pushed from his lungs, ‘If you say so,’ ill content found in the subject. Though it was with a crown cant partially to the side the wolf was quick to throw back a retort, “I do, it could have been worse.” Lyrics remaining loose as they spun from his tongue and he danced around the tension of the other, “She could have spat fire instead of letting out the steam.” Comparison made to the way words had hissed and popped against her tongue as they were spat against the back of nearly clenched teeth. It was not a matter of which he lingered upon as action followed those words as they carried on into a suggestion to take what was wanted before she made it back – Noah would not be passing such an opportunity to feed either. And it was as teeth found themselves upon the torn piece of meat the other wolf finally released a note of feeling, ‘Not a bad idea.’

Noah watched with growing amusement as the stranger stripped the hunks of meet from the carcass only to begin stuffing them into his pockets. Brow arched with that curiosity though no words came to criticize the act in itself or stop the man from doing it, he simple watched that interesting choice of the wolf acting as if it must hoard what had been found. Thoughts played upon wonderment of just how much interaction this one had held when it came to the race which converted them and now held this festival for the harvest. Should a guess be made on first impressions, as they often were, it couldn’t be a lot though there was nothing which would push the dire from the company of kin amongst the masses. Soon enough that gaze drifted from the collector off in the direction the woman had ducked off in to fetch supplies to fix the apparent crimes enacted upon the boar and it was with a note of his approach words lifted once more upon his tongue with a gentle nudge that they should get going. The other man’s attention lifted then too before a body was quick to tuck itself behind the taller wolf’s back as a guiding touch pushed him along, ‘Another good idea. You’re just full of ‘em aren’t you?’ He chuckled to that as acceptance was taken to the prompting, “Oh, I do try.”

Ta’lia did not pursue those who sought to disappear into the crowd but there was a series of curses at their back with the frustrations that rose when baring witness to the additional missing pieces. However, Noah’s interest was kept on the other wolf even as he broke away from where a body had temporarily tucked itself close. Steps guiding each of them to a series of tables where few others allowed themselves to rest and he watched as the other scooped up drinks that had been abandoned. Attention quickly spun back onto him as the stranger’s arm extended till the glass was pressed against his chest with a suddenness that was not expected. Yet his hand lifted to free the other of the alcohol as a silent note was placed towards the weight of it, less than the first few the dire had consumed, though there was no rejection found as he allowed sights to once more settle against the man who kicked back against one of the chairs as eyes lifted to find his own. ‘What’s your deal?’

Brow arched to that for there were many implications that could be pulled from such a simple and open ended question, “My deal? What do you mean by that?” There was a building scrutiny in the lyrics that came to fill in the blanks as the other was curious on if Noah lived here or found comfort by these men and women’s fires while they tossed their table scrapes his way. There was no suppressing the laughter that sounded within the dire’s throat to that as the words were mirrored once more against his tongue even after the elaboration, “Ah, yes, my deal. Inflection placed upon those tones with understanding though it did not lake the humor that remained in the thought of living here of all places despite the comfort shown to humans here. Assumptions made on the other wolf’s part all on the actions that had been witnessed and Noah sought now to debunk them, “I don’t live here, no, got here just this morning.” Eyes pulling over the other then, “But I cannot say I would deny their scraps if it is anything like that.” A motion of the arm back to where they had once stood by the boar, “You hold some agreement to that, yes?” Small note put towards the way meat now filled the other’s pockets in pants he somehow doubted he seldom wore.
Offline Ivandriel Mar 5 2020, 12:46 AM
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Almost immediately the tiny, angry human was forgotten. Ivandriel had collected his bounty and then some with the urging of the other dire, a prompting that didn’t really need to happen, and he knew he would be fine for now. With as much energy as he tended to have he burned through it fairly quickly, but he had taken enough to satisfy for the time being. So he used the dire to move elsewhere, not missing the equally as humored responses. The cat who got into the cream, or something like that. He was grinning a lot, smiling more than he had seen anyone do recently, that was what Ivandriel was getting at in his mind. That internal dialogue dropped away when he shoved the taller dire around out of sight, tucking himself around the other once focus shifted to grabbing some drinks from forgetful patrons. The music was growing louder, and the conversations with it, though that could have just been the dire tuning in. Kho’gate was not quite so loud, at least not where he typically enjoyed staying, and so it was a change of pace that simultaneously sent him on edge and energized him. He didn’t follow the rhythm too well with his attention torn a few different ways, but it still eventually settled on the other dire who took the abruptly offered cup.

More piss water, or whatever it could be called. Maybe it was flat? He heard that said somewhere… Ivandriel leaned against one of the chairs, looking up at the other with a narrowed gaze, watching the way his face twitched. An eyebrow lifted, and the thief was watching every tick carefully. ‘My deal? What do you mean by that?’ he asked stupidly, Ivandriel huffing and pushing his fingers through his hair. He shook it out, waving the same hand as he tried to find the words and keep an eye on those who passed by. “Y’know, you cozy up to these humans at night? Share their hearth and eat their table scraps?” He finished up the drink, regretfully so, and dumped the cup on the ground off to the side where it muffled against the ground. He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, pulling out some of the meat from one of his pockets to indulge in just a little bit more to help soak up the taste. It had cooled some, but the flavor was still prominent. The other dire laughed, Ivandriel perking up to the noise as golden eyes looked over the wolf again as if he hadn’t done it a few times already. It wasn’t so defensive this time, however. ‘Ah, yes, my deal,’ he responded with, basically putting up the air quotations without doing it with his hands. Ivandriel’s chin tipped up as he chewed, still leaning against the chair but already growing restless.

It was denied that he lived here, the dire claiming to have arrived a good handful of hours before he had, and Ivandriel shrugged his shoulders when he was looked over. They just kept doing it as if they didn’t believe what had been seen the first time, Ivandriel all of a sudden feeling a touch self-conscious. He kept that to himself as the taller wolf conceded to accepting whatever scraps they might have given if that had actually been the case. ‘You hold some agreement to that, yes?’ he prompted, gesturing back the way they had come. Ivandriel shrugged again, a loose rise and fall of his shoulders that caused the tunic to slide a bit to one side. “I suppose, yeah. There’s a difference between taking the scraps and living for them, though,” he said, about to sink into a tangent remembering the story his mother had told him about a dire who had taken to a man’s fire. He didn’t get that far, mouth opening but a squeal cutting him off with the sudden pitch. Ivandriel winced, fingers curling around the meat as his head snapped towards the sound, a glare cast towards the children who were running about a wooden board tilted at an angle.

A hole had been cut away at its center, some line painted in the grass and they were running back and forth with what looked to be… sacks of some kind? Ivandriel pushed himself upright, the game they were playing not familiar at first until it finally clicked in his mind where he had seen it before. A devious look was cast to the other dire, though he didn’t say anything beyond that cursory connection of eye contact. Ivandriel tore into another piece, unsure how many he had left at this point, and found that there were three children standing by the white line. He looked around subtly, taking stock of where the offsprings’ parents might be standing nearby, and was pleased to see they had been left unattended. For now, anyways. Ivandriel was careful about how he angled himself, his back to the majority of the goings on, and he caught the attention of the children with a few snaps of his fingers. Some of the boar still hung from his mouth, the children pausing to turn towards him with a sense of curiosity and confusion. He wrinkled his nose then, dropping some of the magic just enough to morph the vocal cords. An unseen change, but one that was certainly heard at least by the children as a growl rumbled in his chest.

Beat it,” he hissed, nose wrinkling and lips curling back once more. The children startled, gasping and recoiling, and one of them shrieked in much the same way as before as they tore off. The tone had changed, not that anyone had seemed to notice. Ivandriel smirked, hiding away any of his true nature fully again as he bent to pick one of the weighted sacks up. He tested it in his hand as the other dire approached, tossing it up into the air and pumping his eyebrows up and down. “Bet you I can win.
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No hesitation was found in the way the cup was taken against his lips no matter the fact that some human had once done the same to it however long ago it had been sat out and discarded on the table. Noah never found it in good practice to go taking the swill from human’s left strewn about the place but in a celebratory state of this village outside the jungle it seemed at least an agreeable decision – a wolf adapt to care for themselves. Still the taste against his tongue was not a welcoming one as it was one of the lower grades of alcohol that those who had chosen this could have taken, there were better options that offered the drinker at least a little more than this cheap choice. Not that the dire truthfully had a place to complain when accepting a pilfered glass from one who had just been met as each of them watched the other carefully. Observant, though with the way eyes lingered and dragged with some curiosity some would question if there was further intent left to linger beneath the surface which remained unvoiced as instead they were taken to converse about living.

With a huff fingers raked themselves through the other wolf’s hair as if he were struggling to find the way to word the question he wished to ask, though as they found his tongue Noah found his brow lifting with his amusement. ‘Y’know, you cozy up to these humans at night? Share their hearth and eat their table scraps.’ Humor found the dire’s response to such implications for this was not a place that he would readily be willing to call his home amongst man. Though it was not voiced such a thing had been briefly found within the walls of Stadarfell and in truth the wolf had found such a life to be rather restricting as the form of a false creation was adorn more often than the wolf that had been bore back on the isles. Instead Noah focused on shifting the argument towards the other as those golden hues continued to look upon the smaller wolf as a gesture was made back from where they had come with question of his agreement.

‘I suppose, yeah. There’s a difference between taking the scraps and living for them, though,’ the words curling with some resistance to the idea of it all against the stranger’s tongue as lips remained parted as if going to continue on soon as he was able. What would this one know of the differences between the two? A wolf whose actions spoke nearly of only dwelling in the wilds rather than within any type of settlement found beneath the human’s hold, lingering long enough only to feast upon their claimed scraps as they did now. “I found living for them isn’t quite my style,” Noah was quick to tack on as the line had presented a small enough gap to interject himself before he too was equally as cut off from that thought with a shrill note piercing the air suddenly. It was not hard to pick it apart for it was not a scream of pain or fear but rather the childish exclamation of their excitement in whatever it was they were doing, their voices drew little attention apart from those who stood nearby whose sensitive ears had been cast back with the unwelcome tone reverberating upon their eardrums.

With hurried steps the children zipped about the wooden board where their beanbags lay all about it while the last in line allowed their sack to bounce off the form of one of her friends who was collecting the weighted bags that had already been thrown. It was the one who had been hit that released the squeal as that sack was also taken in his hands which were promptly lifted above his head before running back towards the two who stood back behind the white line. With a heaving motion the boy let fly all the bags within his grasp only to have them scatter all around the other children who squealed as if they had been stuck even though they dipped down excitedly to claim two of the beanbags to blindly hurl them towards the goal whenever it was their turn. Though this go around that action was never able to take place as the other wolf cast him a rather devious look and Noah watched the other wolf shift towards them with a calculated step as his focus was almost stalking with a truth reflected towards the creature beneath the surface.

Amusement bled away momentarily as the wolf watched how the other chose to interact with those he approached and had it been there hair would have bristled as a cautionary tale. Yet all it took was the snap of his fingers to gain the human children’s attention as all three quickly looked towards what should only be assumed was a man. Still Noah stepped closer with a rather different intention than the other as a growl began to rumble deep within the other man’s chest. Swallowing down the words that threatened to snap between his teeth of what are you doing in a response to the way features wrinkled to bare fang with a hissed, ‘Beat it,’ to make intentions explicitly clear. There was not a voiced agreement though the wolf pulled back slightly as he watched the other as shrieks of a much different tone fell into place. This time it spoke of fear as they recoiled from the one who had let a small portion of the true nature be exposed to drive children from their games to seek out the comfort of parents who had found their own distractions in this time of celebration.

In an attempt to not linger Noah allowed his attention to fix back upon the false man who reached down to scoop up one of the many discarded beanbags before tossing it in the air with rising amusement of his own. ‘Bet you I can win,’ a challenge presented from the wolf’s tongue which was enough to draw a lighthearted scoff of a huff from Noah’s lungs as movement was made to close the distance that remained between them. Movement was quick as the taller dire snatched the sack from the air the next time the stranger tossed it in the air as Noah clung to the confidence which echoed within his voice as he addressed the other who he judged hardly capable of playing human. Free hand touched lightly against his chest as such an air carried itself forward, “Allow me to show you how it’s done.” Spoken as if it were difficult to figure out enough though it earned some words from the other while he watched with a critical eye. Easily Noah guided him away from the line before letting the beanbag fly – only for it to hit the panel and slide off to the side.

With a playful grin that was almost forced a body turned towards the other then as lyrics were quick to find themselves in place, “I call mulligan.” A desire for a redo of sorts which was quickly added on with reasons as to why it should be granted, “Went in with too many expectations, you know?” Body bending slightly at the waist back as a false play upon the nerves was delivered in an all too dramatic flair to be real as a hand touched against his brow. “Far too much weight on the nerves attempting to impress, whoever you are a glance taken towards the other as a more truthful expression bleed into place as a body tilted itself back towards the other with a silent are you buying it yet look. All while Noah prepped to scoop another bag up to take the sought after shot no matter what the other said.
Offline Ivandriel Mar 10 2020, 8:29 PM
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The other dire lacked the energy he now felt, or at least he was being very good at hiding it. Slitted pupils expanded and slimmed down with the shifts in the lighting around them, Ivandriel trying to focus on his face but finding it difficult with the din of noise around them. It swirled against his senses, digging deep into his restlessness and agitating it further even with a small attempt to appear relaxed as the wolf leaned against one of the chairs. He wasn’t sure what to make of the other hound just yet, the casual air with which he accepted all that Ivandriel did suspect only because it came off as… smug, to some degree. It’s not like it rubbed him the wrong way, not with the many different kinds of people he’s encountered in his travels. It was just a bit odd for one Ivandriel assumed lived here or around here. The spoken aloud thought amused the nameless wolf, Ivandriel trying to find the right words to match what he was meaning to say. It was easier to repeat some of the stories he had heard himself, yet even that was horrifically interrupted by the excited expulsion of a child’s squeal. Gods, even the pups back home never made such a ruckus.

Humans could be so loud, annoying even. Ivandriel hadn’t been to the mainland in a bit of time, so maybe he just needed to get used to it again. Not that he tended to enjoy the more crowded and populated areas, especially given his true nature. He was on edge anyways, so it didn’t help. Ivandriel abandoned his post, an opportunity presenting itself so openly to take over the source of the offspring’s entertainment. It would alleviate some of his irritation as well, the dire giving the other a sideways look that earned him a quirked eyebrow before his sights turned to the tiny humans. Determination marked each step, Ivandriel planting himself behind them to snap his fingers together as he had seen it done plenty of times when one wished to gain attention. Subtle enough to not attract the focus of those around them, but it certainly turned the children towards him. With the strip of meat still hanging between his teeth Ivandriel could feel no shame in the growl that accompanied his hissed words, fangs bared animalistically to frighten them from their claim of the board set up for the festivities. The other dire neared at that, hesitation halting him temporarily and the thief could feel eyes upon his back with that ever watchful gaze that had been directed towards him before.

Much like the quickness of the snapped fingers Ivandriel’s attention span waned, a smugness of his own shown in the way he carried himself with a chin tilted upwards as he ate the rest of the stolen boar he had in his hand. He was content with the clearing of the children, their brief terror having died out and now it left the wolf to snatch up one of the beanbags for himself. A challenge was given to the other who seemed ready to drift away, the teasing pride in Ivandriel’s voice hooking him in to pull him ever closer with a gentle breath pushed between his teeth. It went along with the equally as devious smile on his lips, Ivandriel eyeing him as he tossed the beanbag up another time only to have it snatched from the air. The movement was quick, Ivandriel’s shoulders tensing as his hand still remained where it had been placed to catch it, and his eyes narrowed. It wasn’t in frustration, not entirely, as golden eyes held a spark of energy within them that hadn’t really gone away. The other wolf pressed his fingertips to his chest in a smooth display of his own pride as he said, ‘Allow me to show you how it’s done.’ Ivandriel’s nostrils flaring as he pushed out a grunt and let his hand fall back to his side. “By all means, show away,” was all he said, reaching into his pocket to find he had a couple more modest chunks of meat left.

His taller stature caused Ivandriel to match his steps to the side lest he be bumped out of the way, Ivandriel watching the way he moved and began to shift his weight from one foot to the other at the painted line. Amusement followed the observation, tracking the pull of his arm as the dire released the beanbag where it crashed against the wood to the side of the hole and slid off into the grass. Ivandriel snorted, a sudden burst of noise as the other wolf grinned almost painfully. He scooped up his own bag to press fingers into it, rotating it around eagerly only for the fidgeting to stop when the hound spoke up again. ‘I call mulligan.’ Ivandriel’s brow creased with a bout of confusion at that, head tilting to the side. “A what?” The question was overridden by the tacked on explanation, Ivandriel laughing at the idea of too many expectations. Spoken light-heartedly the same as most everything else he had said, the thief giving a ’mhm’ as he talked. “Is that so? A sound excuse for failure,” he chided, turning the bag around in his hand once again.

The hound continued his dramatic display of posturing, back of his hand touching to his forehead as if truly uncomfortable with what had just happened. ‘Far too much weight on the nerves attempting to impress, whoever you are,” he pressed on, obviously fishing and hoping to distract as he claimed another one of the beanbags for some kind of do-over. Ivandriel raised his eyebrows at that, nodding his head and glancing down to his own bag as he chewed idly on the meat. It came with a second glance up as he took a big step forward, a very through the lashes kind of look as if he didn’t have to look up already, and then he frowned pensively. “I’m flattered you think you have to impress me, whoever you are, very much so,” he said with a contented sigh, head falling back to give him proper focus. They stood close now, if the other didn’t back down in a few seconds, and Ivandriel took in his earthy scent. The heavy musk of the woods clung to him with a faint sweetness that was welcoming, familiar only because Ivandriel knew the aroma of true nature. “The trick is to just, oh I don’t know, be good already.” His eyes never left the other as he hefted the beanbag for a few testing heaves before releasing it where he hoped he had gauged the hole to be from what he saw in the corner of his eye.

At first he didn’t look to see if he made it, though the other had followed its spin through the air, but then he turned his head to see that it was at rest in the grass where the hole opened up. Triumph swelled in his chest, Ivandriel giving the taller wolf a shit-eating grin when he looked towards him again. The thief shrugged as if it were nothing, pulling the boar from his mouth and wagging it in his direction. “It’s all in the wrist,” he explained idly, careful to cover up the small window of uncertainty that had opened when he tossed the bag in the first place. If he had missed that would have certainly been an awkward move on his part.
Offline Noah Mar 28 2020, 8:13 PM
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Pride, it could almost be felt radiating from the stranger hound from the moment his plans had started to fall into place. From the point the children ran up to the point he spoke of being able to win. A statement which Noah was prompt in attempting to counter in his show of confidence that coupled to a declaration of his own that he would show the wolf more wild than he how it was done. It had brought a scoff to the wolf’s throat now even as the other came forth with acceptance without fail, ‘By all means, show the way.’ Prompting him to set himself up for the failure or success which was to come of this action. Unfortunately it was then that Noah had placed himself into a downward spiral that one needed to recover from as the bag hit the wooden plank only to slide off into the ground after it had been released. A snort of laughter rose from the shorter man and temporarily the hound’s spine stiffened with an act of defense quickly swimming against his tongue to seek a second shot to replace the first – a mulligan. ‘A what?’ Question fell into place though the man allowed Noah to prattle on with lighthearted lyrics to accompany a thoughtful mhm.

‘Is that so? A sound excuse for failure,’ words lifted into place though Noah still found no end to this dramatic display before eyes caught themselves back upon the other with a hopeful glance. Though it had become obvious already that the excuses wouldn’t be accepted as the other continued on with a rather boastful yet playful nature of his own. The stranger nodded while taking a step closer as a lidded gaze came with an upward glance though a frown pulled against his lips, ‘I’m flattered,’ the tones began till they ended with a sigh. In the closeness now it was hard not to take in the scent of the other wolf further, the wilds dancing upon his skin with a hint of smoke from a fire. Crown tilting further back till those golden hues looked through lashes at a similar reflection though his cockiness shone through brighter now, ‘The trick is to just, oh I don’t know, be good already.’ Confidence that Noah held a small fragment of hope that was as ill placed as his own as the other man tested the weight of the bag in his hand. “Oh, you wound me,” mock injury found in the lyrics as Noah did not take his eyes from the way the other moved now, waiting to see how this played out.

Only a moment later did he let go of the beanbag and the hound did his best to not watch it sail through the air but there was little else aside from the other dire to keep sights on. So gaze drifted for a moment to watch the arch of the bag only to witness it fall with a perfectly executed motion and there was little to refrain the taller man from attempting to play it off. “That’s beginner’s luck,” functioning under the assumption this was the first time the confident one had played. A desire to brush it off even as a grin that spoke of the other’s true feelings was plastered against his features enough to feel that swell of pride within his chest, he had made it, and it was more than enough to wag a hunk of meat in his direction. ‘It’s all in the wrist,’ spoken as if the one more wild than he knew exactly how it worked. “Is that so? Any other advice you wish to spare?”

A beat of pause to allow the other to find those words as they wished as the wolf adjusted his posturing in order to retrieve a beanbag from where they had been left scattered in the grass at their feet, but they did not take up any distance once coming back into place. Stepping back up where he had once been with a thoughtful hum of his own, “Or maybe it’s all about luck after all?” Said despite this not being one such game for there were far more factors playing on the way the wolves threw as well as how their aim faired to the plank. A simple mechanic when it came down too it but it still managed to make the taller dire look foolish when he had missed. However, it did nothing to stop the confident air that took hold of his vocals, “Watch, it was all a fluke.” The hound puffing up some even as doubt crept into the corners of the stranger’s gaze as the Noah let the bag pass between his hands, buying some time before taking some semblance of aim and letting it fly. It felt as if it went on for longer than needed before watching as it sunk into the hole to hit the grass below. Grinning the wolf turned back to the other, “See, it just the nerves of going first.” But then he kept going perhaps when he should’ve kept his mouth shut, “I’d like to see you make it again. Show me it’s actually in the wrist and not just you getting lucky.”
Offline Ivandriel Mar 31 2020, 9:57 PM
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Undeniably there was tension running its course around the two dire who had staked claim on the small game, but of what flavor had yet to be seen. Ivandriel was still feeling energized from earlier affairs, and even moreso now that there was some level of familiarity even if he didn’t know this other wolf at all. They sized one another up, Ivandriel letting his focus linger long enough to take in the taller dire’s casual pose and the way the fabric of his shirt shifted along flexing muscles when the thief goaded him on. Teasing banter traded back and forth, each of them holding a confidence they didn’t even know for certain they truly could back up in this instance. Ivandriel was adept with his hands and his coordination in general, but there was a lot happening around them that subconsciously dug hands into his attention. Pulling it separate ways until golden eyes were trailing away from the smug hound who was posturing in subtle ways. More children were running about, darting throughout the crowds of adults who were getting more rowdy by the second as more tankards passed around, Ivandriel’s ear twitching to the clinking of metal against metal somewhere behind him. So many bodies were packed together, and while it wasn’t as claustrophobic it certainly was a far cry from being back on the island. His nose wrinkled some, the other dire seeming to tense when Ivandriel turned his gaze upon him once more.

Confusion at first; he didn’t know what a mulligan was. He had missed and that was that, the wolf snatching up one of the bags for himself that had been so rudely taken from his hand before. ‘Oh, you wound me,’ he mocked, feigning offense as Ivandriel tilted his chin upwards again where it had fallen in his step to the painted line. A booted foot toed the edge of it, grass pressed flat beneath his weight as he positioned himself to the point he felt the heat of the other radiating against him. Either he would back off or he could keep standing there, Ivandriel didn’t care as he eyed the board then turned his head with a sly smile to keep his eyes on the other dire’s face. A hopefulness that he would sink it as he let it fly, and Ivandriel watched the reaction of the nameless wolf shift from a pleasant neutrality to something almost bewildered. ‘That’s beginner’s luck.

Ivandriel snorted at that, seeing that he had indeed made it, and crossed his arms as he nursed the last bit of meat that he had from the boar. His belly was beginning to feel sufficiently satisfied with the stolen morsels coupled with the alcohol he had consumed, but there was definitely plenty of room for more of the latter. All in the wrist, he insisted as his arm returned to where it had been crossed and he stopped talking around the meat hanging from his mouth. ‘Is that so? Any other advice you wish to spare?’ Ivandriel’s eyes narrowed as he stared up at the other dire, head tilting back as he considered him with even more scrutiny. Searching the slope of his cheekbones and the edge of his jaw, observation finding soft lips amidst the dark facial hair. “Maaaybe,” he drawled out, lifting an eyebrow as his eyes found his face again, “but I don’t think it’ll help.” The wolf stepped away to get another of the bags, Ivandriel remaining where he was as he watched him straighten up and look down towards him. ‘Or maybe it’s all about luck after all?’ All he could do was roll his shoulders into a shrug at that, a taunting gesture as he idly pulled the meat in between his teeth to finally finish it off.

Watch, it was all a fluke,’ he continued on, pressing the issue to the point Ivandriel grinned, tongue rolling across his teeth as he nodded him on in encouragement. “Go on, then.” Like one might bait a child and usher them forward away from their comfort zone. Back and forth the bag passed from one hand to the other, Ivandriel’s leg cocking out slightly to begin bouncing at the toes with energy still left to spend. Eventually the dire geared himself up enough before lifting the arm back and to the side to aim for a second attempt. Ivandriel watched it sail through the air, not hitting the sides this time and rolled into place next to the one he had made the first time. His stance straightened then, a tilt to his head as he gave the other dire a sideways look. ‘See, it’s just the nerves of going first,’ he made excuses, grinning all the while, and the wolf curled a lip. It turned into a smirk, however, a competitiveness falling into place as his gaze hardened somewhat. “What, do I make you that nervous?” he teased, the other following it up with a further challenge that Ivandriel couldn’t help but take him up on. He was beginning to tire of this game already, but he was determined to take him up on the bait so easily dangled in front of him. So he stepped forward again, scooping up another bag, and narrowed his eyes with laser focus on the board.

He pinpointed where it was, and then gave the dire a wink as he tossed the bag with a casual and gradual movement. Ivandriel lifted his head expectantly, both watching for the moment it sank into the hole or hit the side to slide off like the first one had. But it didn’t. And Ivandriel laughed. A flash of teeth presented themselves in a broad grin, definitely smug, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. “So lucky I am to make it twice when you’ve only made it once,” he chided, spine straightening as he smoothed a hand down the front of his tunic, “I think that means I’ve won.” His shoulders wiggled up and down, first one then the other, but that was all he said on the matter as he turned his head to find where his next destination might be.

Considering it for a second he eventually took hold of the front of the other dire’s shirt, hauling him along without explanation. At first his feet dragged, heels kicking into the grass until longer limbs caught up with the sudden and lurching momentum Ivandriel pulled them both into. This led them to the bar set up, Ivandriel pulling him forward until he was slotted beside one of the stools as he, himself, slapped hands onto the top of the bar. He turned to the other dire, leaning an elbow on the counter. “Get me a drink, random man.
Offline Noah May 13 2020, 3:42 AM
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Cocky, it was one way to describe the way the wolf postured himself now though there was no room within Noah’s heart to spite him for such things. It was a fitting attribute to carry in the victory that smaller man had currently acquired. And there was nothing that spoke of anything else being known had Noah found himself in the same position had the game fell into his own favor rather than the smaller dire’s. So the Seraphim seeks to defend himself as excuses bubble upon his tongue as the first throw was claimed to be nothing more than a fluke as nerves ate away at the ability to perform in this moment. All of which the earthy scented stranger countered with encouragement or advice on how to do it better when prompted by one who did not truthfully need it for this game. Amusement flashed into place even as a gaze lowered temporarily towards the way a bag was tossed between his own hands, a small waste of energy, as judgement was made towards the board which had bested him once already. Soon enough eyes lifted to find focus upon the other, confirmation that this was continuing, before a body twisted as if confident the mark would now be met.

It came with a beat of success and Noah was quick to allow himself to turn back towards the other with a rising sense of confidence despite the fact it had taken him an additional toss to make it into the target. Still he urges the other on, prompts him with competition, for the wolf wishes to settle their score – though it would remain unspoken such a settling required the other to miss. ‘What, do I make you that nervous?’ Teasing lyrics lifted as a scoff twisted into a grin through a thoughtful hum rolling within the tattooed wolf’s throat. “Hrm, I don’t know about that sort of nervousness.” Body tilting closer as they continued to edge upon playful lyrics even as he regarded the other with a watchful gaze even as the other took the liberty to follow through with the next step of all their prompting and banter, try again, show him that it was in fact all in the wrist while Noah claimed luck. Interest, hope that he would miss, left eyes of both wolves to watch the bag sail through the air.

A countdown towards impact playing out in a silent tick within the observant pair. One, two, three, and there was no contesting the way it slide so easily into the hole only to ride upon the tail of an abrupt burst of laughter. Smug, just as Noah would have been had the victory been his own, attention was turned back upon the other as a broad grin spoke of his glee. ‘So lucky I am to make it twice when you’ve only made it once.’ Confidence, pride that seemed to overflow now, radiated from the way the smaller man postured as hands smoothed themselves over his chest in a peacocking fashion, ‘I think that means I’ve won.’ Bitterness nipped at the heels of a faltered pride though the tattooed wolf did not let it be known in the way he took the other’s flaunting. Waving it off casually, “Yes, I’ll give you that. You have in fact won this game.” One out of however many had been set up around the village but they were not to be sought out in this moment, Noah was uncertain how much of a beating he desired to take at a bunch of children’s games.

Thankfully it seemed the other had an idea as his head was put on a swivel as if seeking something that was just out of reach. The forgotten Seraphim sought to find just what the man was looking for as golden pools attempted to track and fix upon wherever attention appeared to be grabbed off in the distance. However, it was not something that could be located but it was neither something that required questioning to find out just what had been spotted. For it was without a word that the smaller dire reached back to take a handful of Noah’s shirt into his clutches before jerking forward with a sudden movement. Momentarily the man was met with resistance as the dire’s heels caught against the earth as limbs fought the forward momentum despite the way the first step was required in order to not lose balance. Noah did not take immediately to the guidance though as footing was gathered there was no stopping the way they fell into place as the other was quick to find ha makeshift bar put together in an open stall window near a central home. Only there did digits unravel from the fabric and the other man plopped himself down on one of the stools as hands slapped against the counter as if in a declaration this was where he was to be.

His body was spun around, elbow perched against the counter as that undying cocky expression was turned up towards the one who continued to stand for the time. ‘Get me a drink, random man.’ Humor in that twitched upon Noah’s lip even as hands worked to smooth out the wrinkles in the front of his shirt as joking tones lifted, “Do you demand things of strangers often? Or is this because you think you deserve a price for winning?” Palm rest against the edge of the counter as the wolf allowed his spine to bow slightly as the other offered some form of retort though before any emphasis could be placed once more on the fact he had made it both times Noah interjected, “I suppose you’re right, some random men deserve recognition.” Chiding tones as the wolf found the stool next to the nameless wolf as mimicry of the granted title was repeated just as they had done to one another earlier when speaking of whoever one was. “Tell me, what can I get you to celebrate your victory?”

Surprisingly, unlike their name of games, the answer the man gave was simple and straight forward against his tongue – vodka. There was to be no screwing up what was desired at that time and for that Noah found himself thankful there would not be an additional guessing game added to this interaction. Attention was already upon them by the one who was ducked down beneath the cover of the overhang, a human by the smell of it, watching as those unknown to be wolves conversed till an order was ready to be placed. Eyes lifted to meet the features of the woman on the other side whose features were full, rounded, as a bandana was tied through the front of her red hair which had been pulled up into mess of curls at the back of her head. Painted lips turned in what one could suggest was an interested smile as the posture she took was one that was ready for action, ‘Ya’ll decided have ya?’ Playful lyrics finding her own throat as she leaned an elbow against the back of the bar. So the wolf spoke up, notes playing upon the times he had ventured into more fanciful venues at the side of those who once had found themselves within the walls of Stadarfell. “Brandy,” a drink that had been taken on numerous occasions until the wolf developed a taste for it as if an appearance was expected to be made of it when attending some aristocrat’s celebration. Though this was not there, “Vodka for him.”
Offline Ivandriel Jun 7 2020, 6:49 PM
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He’d won fair and square, which was far more enticing and rewarding in the moment than cheating. Ivandriel definitely could have if he thought he was going to lose, as that tended to be his go-to, but for something like this it was more satisfying to let it happen naturally. It made it all the more amusing to see the other wolf’s features falter with his once amused pride and confidence a bit shattered in the face of his losses. Ivandriel couldn’t help but rub it in a little bit. Not much, but enough to cause a bit of competitive tension between them. The longer the game had gone on the more Ivandriel fed into the energy around him, taking it into himself as well. Everyone was getting increasingly more drunk as the night progressed and the music continued to change. This other dire took it all in stride, their bodies coming together at times to part with each exchange of the bags and the banter that rose up so easily between them. In a way it was refreshing, as much as Ivandriel enjoyed his privacy. Every so often he would take to the cities and towns to see what trouble he might be able to get into, just in hopes of finding some amount of interaction he could rejuvenate himself with. More often than not it was disappointing, and he still wasn’t holding his breath about this particular encounter. For now, though, it was fun.

Ivandriel wanted more. As he often did. The night was still young and would be for a long time in his book, so he accepted the other dire’s temporary silence as an invitation to drag him along elsewhere. He didn’t comment on his returned teasing or the fact he admitted his victory, Ivandriel already having his attention pulled away. The resistance he was given didn’t really stop him either, the wolf hauling along his chosen company for the time being over to where a bar had been set up. Most of it was outside, these festivities, but with the openness of the yard and the home itself it was easy to find space for a drink. He felt emboldened by the small victory, Ivandriel’s gaze sweeping out as he perched upon a stool to see what else had been set up that could be messed with. For now, he wanted a drink and he was rather blunt about that fact when turning his focus towards the nameless dire. ‘Do you demand things of strangers often? Or is this because you think you deserve a prize for winning?’ he asked cheekily, Ivandriel snorting a bit as he smoothed out the front of his shirt. “Depends. Some strangers look like they could handle a demand or two. And yes I think I deserve a prize for winning. That’s typically how winning works. You gain something,” he replied, twisting on the stool to further prop himself up until his head rested on his shoulder.

The other dire turned and tilted towards him as well where he stood between the stools where he had been made to stand, Ivandriel eyeing him silently as he emphasized the fact that they both were still complete strangers. “I’m glad you agree,” was all he said, the faintest of smiles upon his lips as gold eyes glinted. ‘Tell me, what can I get you to celebrate your victory?’ Ivandriel hummed at that, loud enough to be heard over the conversations and laughter around them, and rubbed his chin as if deep in thought. He dragged it out longer than he needed to before he perked back up and straightened where he sat. “Vodka is fine for now.” He kept on watching the other hound until he gained the attention of the bartender. A woman with dark red curls held back from her face with a bandana, all gussied up and looked to be enjoying siphoning coin from the drunkards at the other end of the bar.

Ivandriel watched her then, gaze lingering on her painted lips as she spoke and he leaned forward as she did the same. The other dire spoke on his behalf, the bartender turning her gaze towards him at that note and Ivandriel gave her a wink. That earned him a smile and a look that hovered until she drifted back to ready the drinks. Ivandriel let his eyes roam the length of her body and the expanse of her legs in the trousers she wore. “Brandy?” he asked entirely judgmentally, finally turning back to the other dire. A different sort of scrutiny followed the action, Ivandriel still smirking as he did so. While not entirely putting stock in knowing a person based on what they drink, there were certain kinds that often could be associated with a certain… caliber. Their drinks were brought to them, Ivandriel glancing over his shoulder towards the woman who didn’t get a chance to stick around before being called over by another. Ivandriel pulled the edge of the napkin to take the other dire’s drink towards him before it could be grabbed. His eyes were trained on the hound’s face as he stooped to sniff at it.