Post by Tathar Seregon on Jun 20, 2009 17:46:30 GMT -5
Hajia Portier
Tathar Seregon
Location: Hammerfall Forge
Time: just after noon hour
She rose from her bed, she had been meditating. But her orbs showed the lack of it. Her meditation had been disturbing the things she could see was her mind playing tricks on her. She saw the Lycan. She saw Pandora. She relieved the day prior's eve. Flexing every possible muscle in her body she pushed up from the bed to stand on her legs. Stretching she walked over to the chest, and withdrew her old cotton work dress. It fit her still, rather nicely infact. The dress had a low cut, but not as low as her other dresses. Her hair was wild, after donning her cotton dark blue dress made for rough work she turned to the mirror. Glaring into it she frowned inwardly. She had to do this. Otherwise she'd find herself a meal for both the Lycan and pandora. Lovely. Just lovely. The messes her pride and sense of need lead her into. Roughly brushing her hair til it laid straight along her shoulders and down her back she fancied a small curl along the left side of her face. Her eyelashes fixed themselves into perfection and she moved to grab her light blue cloak from the backside of the wardrobe door. Donning it she put on her boots and laced them up. Straightening everything and with one last look at herself she left the room. Closing the door behind her she made her way down the stairs and into the lobby of the inn. Nodding slightly to the Keep she moved on out the front door. She might one day have enough money to get a house. But until then she would reside here..Taking a breath of the early afternoon air. Her orbs lit up with new meaning. She would show them all. Turning she took the few short steps towards the Smithery.
Today wasn't really and truly going to be a busy day, as far as he could tell. His shelves were full of bright and shining new tools and equipment and weapons and the like, so there was really no need to do anything with the actual forge, so he decided it would be best to let it stay cold for a few days until he had space for more things, and was merely minding the shop portion of his business. Boring, meaningless work, but it was the mainstay of his flow of coin, so it was necessary. If Lilyian were here he would have her doing it while he did a few odd chores around the place, but as she was not he had to let those sit, at least for now. He moved to the lantern that he kept lit, withdrawing the ivory pipe from his coat pocket and holding it over the flame for a moment until it began to issue forth that familiar smelling bluish smoke, and he then clipped it between his teeth, giving it a few puffs just to make sure that it wasn't in danger of extinguishing on him. Exhaling out a billowing cloud of smoke he returned to his seat, gaze turning to look at the broken window, brow furrowing for a moment
Her shadow fell over the smithery before she was close enough to make a sound. Pushing her hair out of her fce she took a deep breath and stepped inside the establishment. Her cloudy blues traveled over Tathar. He hated her. And she couldn't stand it. Yet she wasn't one to back down. And here she was doing it. Her insides were tormented. Her values were being tested. She was being tested as a whole. stepping up she removed her cloak and hung it. then she stepped to him.
" Where should I start Sire?"
her eyes never quite met his, but her chin rose all the same. she felt low. at this point she was almost sure she'd rather clean the queens chamber pots..
His attention turned to her as she entered. Clearly, by the scent she was giving off, she was displeased, and this made a sly, ever so slight grin appear on his lips for just a fleeting moment before his expression once more turned to his normal brooding self. He didn't stand when she entered, remaining seated as for the duration of her work here she was his underling...His inferior...And while he didn't think of her that way as a person, she never showed him any respect, and thusly he never showed any to her. It was payment in kind for the way she acted. If she were to change her demeanor when speaking with him, then he would do the same. Until that time, however, she would endure the sourest portion of himself. Even though he was technically higher up on the food chain, so to speak, if she acted normally around him, then he would treat her as an equal...That was the way he saw things...saw life. Sure, titles and lineage and such gave some the right to act high and mighty, but everyone else had no superiority over anyone. As she mentioned where he would like her to begin he motioned to the pit of dead coals...That would be a very fine start, indeed
"You may begin by cleaning that. Scrape the soot from the sides and back, and break loose the bits that have petrified due to the heat. And don't bother with using any tools. Your hands will suffice perfectly."
She listened to him, but her orbs remained on the forge. Her brow perked. No tools? Fine. She was not above getting dirty. Although the thought of herself working as a laborer made her want to cry in anguish. She shifted her feet a little before unbottoning the sleeves of her dress and rolling them up. She turned completely to the darkened pit. Staring at it only for a moment more before she leaned down propping one hand on the side of it, she worker her long feminine nails along the side walls of it. Scraping harshly she pressed her lips to a thin line. She had no need to make conversation with him at this point. She deserved this she supposed. She had interrupted them one too many times. But neither of which she thought she would have been in the wrong. He should have let Pandora take her. He should have let her go. As her mind worked the thoughts she had, none of them were revengeful. He had saved her, whether or not he thought it was right or good he did it because he knew she couldn't at the time and place.
her hair as drifting into the soot and ash but she didn't care, she continued to claw at the baked on rummage.
Lifting her shoulders slightly she used her thumbnail to scratch. It was going to take a long time doing this by hand. She looked up then, still working. She looked right at him and then back down. Before he could catch the look of dread and remorse within her, her lip quivered. He would just laugh. He would just enjoy her discomfort and the pain she felt. ..She wanted to run away, she wanted to never return. She wouldn't budge, she wouldn't relent. This was not going to break her. Her mind stronger than her heart, that had shattered. She had one, or she did until this. Blinkin' and swallowing her emotions she continued. She would most likely never be repaired from this. Stronger as a person, perhaps, but an emotionless fool she would remain. Accepting that..friends no matter who they were, would always use you in the end.
He watched silently as she worked, casually puffing away on his pipe now and again, the thick and heady scent of the smoke beginning to fill the air of the shop, and for a moment his mind turned to the new arrival. The Hyena, chuckling silently to himself at the thought of the similarities between the two of them, and at the same time they shared so very little in common. They both loved their tobacco, though it did nothing for them as it did for humans. The taste...The feeling of the smoke hitting the back of their throats and filling their lungs was all they experienced. However, they were completely different breeds...He was more silent and thoughtful, while Styx was rather loud and cheerful. Mother Gaia worked in many mysterious ways, it seemed. He did, in fact, miss that look that she gave him, his eyes glazed over for the moment in thought...And if he would have seen it, he would have acted indifferently toward her. He was a beast of his word, after all, and he had promised her that she would be paying for that damage with her blood sweat and tears. The blood and sweat would come easily enough...The work she was doing was menial, and the caked on soot and ash was like scraping dried clay. He knew...he did it himself...It would not be long before it tore her skin and the constant movement broke her into sweat....And that was when the tears would come in...Once that ash entered a wound, it would sting....Sting like mad, as if ones hands were aflame, the chemicals from the wood still saturated them, after all, as well as the minerals that seemed from the metals when they were heating within the coals when they were scorching hot...He wasn't heartless....In truth, he was generally kind enough as a person...But he had promised her this, and he did not break his word. By the time her work was done, she would have learned a valuable lesson. Yes, this experience was twofold, both a punishment and lesson merged together...And her lesson would be humility. If she'd learned that before this she wouldn't be in the position she was in now...So he thought it quite fitting to give her the crash course
She continued to busy herself. finding new spots here and there. Slowly inching her way down into the pile of ash that rested at the bottom. That would still take a while. She looked to him then, her features were strong and stubborn again. Her eyes narrowed a little to see him puffing on the pipe and relaxing his form. She felt like the ash she was scraping. He knew it. Her orbs widen to their normal size and she paused for a moment, then turned back to her works..She hummed silently the opening to one of her songs and then she began to sing. Her voice was pleasant. Odd for a Valkyrie. She tipped her head to the side and grimace a little as her thumb slowly showed the effects of constant friction. The reddeness hardened and then a little slit formed. She ground her teeth for a moment, and then continued singing. Closing her eyes to the pain she walked herself into Vahalla in her mind. Her orifices opened again, her blue eyes were reddened completely. Since her back was to the door, she was hidden from view. Her hair fell over the left side of her...Her fingers continued to work. Shifting her weight to the other foot, she leaned against the forge, helping support her weight so she wouldn't kill her back. Through her mind she could see the others. Tending to the war heros, and those who were taken involuntarily.
~..I've been sitting here for a while now....~
~ I seen your face and I tumbled down..~
~ How many ways can you get to me..bring me down with such misery..~
~ I shall rest one of these days in the arms of someone strong..~
~ I will bed with one who knows me, one who will care...~
Her mind rolled as she sung, the vision of her past home danced through her mind. Then she winced again visibly. Then ground her teeth harder.. the soot had worked its way in further, and now into a hangnail she had recieved on her index finger. Lordy that stung. It was annoying pain. She'd rather have her neck snapped at by the Lycan, rather have her body feasted upon by a fllock of vamps, during the full moon. She'd RATHER be the warrior during the hunt, as to when the valkyrie warrior blew the horn that called lycans to chase the one lost in the woods.
This time he saw her look at him, his expression emotionless...distant...as if he didn't care what she thought of him. In truth, this was the opposite. She had once been a friend of Pandora's, apparently, and he very much wanted to converse with her about how the vampire had acted back then, but right now wasn't the best og times to do so. So, he merely kept watching, every now and again exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke in her direction. If the ash didn't already irritate them, the smoke probably would, and soon the sweet scent of blood met his nostrils, stirring up a low rumble from his stomach. He hadn't eated today, and had neglected to do so yesterday, and he was beginning to get quite hungry. He would make it a point to ask for a meal when he left for the Tower later. For now he could cope well enough, and her job was far from being finished. His eyes glanced out the window, looking at the now darkened streets, wondering if Pandora had awakened from her slumber yet, not really privy to her schedule when it came to such since it was none of his business, and the shifter's voice met his ears. It was a pleasant sound, but the words were strange. He'd never heard this particular song before, but should she look to him he would show no sign of payinbg attention to anything more than her work. He also noticed that she was shifting herself to try and keep from getting sore, and he sighed, clearing his throat to get her attention and knocking out the dead ashes within his pipe, setting it down on the counter in front of him
"You may as well climb in there. You are going to get filthy either way. Whether or not you want to be sore is up to you, though."
Shifting her orbs to him, her safe place shattering as he spoke. Her orbs rolling back to their natural blue hues. She shifted her weight again to the other foot and kept working. biting her tounge for a moment so not as to snap.
" I will when I have to lean farther..don't worry..."
she used her shoulder to wipe away sweat that was rolling towards her eye. Batting her lashes carefully she chewed on the inside of her lip. It was getting darker out, and she would have to keep workin'.. She had worked the dirt and grime down a little ways, blinking as the material of the forge seemed to glow a little. She froze for a moment and looked again..silver slivers?...she chewed her lip harder and then, removing her boots, she climbed in and squatted down, using her opposite thumb nail to scrub away at the ash.
" You know...Pandora has always been the way she is.."
It was quiet, but she was needing to do something to keep her mind from what she was doing.
He bit back a retort to her statement...It really was her choice to how she did her duty, as long as she followed the minor guidelines he'd set when he directed her to the pit in the first place, but she soon climbed in anyway, and he relaxed. Good to know that she didn't want to be sore as all getout, along with being sweaty and bruised and bleeding as she was now. As for the slivers of metal, there were indeed bits of silver. As well as steel, iron, and bronze. When a smith hammered the red hot metals, the sparks that flew from the force were those tiny bits, and they collected everywhere, one of the main reasons he chose to keep his workspace as clean as possible. There weren't enough to cause her lasting damage, only discomfort, the degree of which would vary depending on whether or not any managed to pierce her skin. At her mention of Pandora his brow raised, his voice coming out evenly
"Really, now? From the way you acted in the Tower, both times in fact, it would seem she was once almost kind to you."
(RP PAUSED)
Tathar Seregon
Location: Hammerfall Forge
Time: just after noon hour
She rose from her bed, she had been meditating. But her orbs showed the lack of it. Her meditation had been disturbing the things she could see was her mind playing tricks on her. She saw the Lycan. She saw Pandora. She relieved the day prior's eve. Flexing every possible muscle in her body she pushed up from the bed to stand on her legs. Stretching she walked over to the chest, and withdrew her old cotton work dress. It fit her still, rather nicely infact. The dress had a low cut, but not as low as her other dresses. Her hair was wild, after donning her cotton dark blue dress made for rough work she turned to the mirror. Glaring into it she frowned inwardly. She had to do this. Otherwise she'd find herself a meal for both the Lycan and pandora. Lovely. Just lovely. The messes her pride and sense of need lead her into. Roughly brushing her hair til it laid straight along her shoulders and down her back she fancied a small curl along the left side of her face. Her eyelashes fixed themselves into perfection and she moved to grab her light blue cloak from the backside of the wardrobe door. Donning it she put on her boots and laced them up. Straightening everything and with one last look at herself she left the room. Closing the door behind her she made her way down the stairs and into the lobby of the inn. Nodding slightly to the Keep she moved on out the front door. She might one day have enough money to get a house. But until then she would reside here..Taking a breath of the early afternoon air. Her orbs lit up with new meaning. She would show them all. Turning she took the few short steps towards the Smithery.
Today wasn't really and truly going to be a busy day, as far as he could tell. His shelves were full of bright and shining new tools and equipment and weapons and the like, so there was really no need to do anything with the actual forge, so he decided it would be best to let it stay cold for a few days until he had space for more things, and was merely minding the shop portion of his business. Boring, meaningless work, but it was the mainstay of his flow of coin, so it was necessary. If Lilyian were here he would have her doing it while he did a few odd chores around the place, but as she was not he had to let those sit, at least for now. He moved to the lantern that he kept lit, withdrawing the ivory pipe from his coat pocket and holding it over the flame for a moment until it began to issue forth that familiar smelling bluish smoke, and he then clipped it between his teeth, giving it a few puffs just to make sure that it wasn't in danger of extinguishing on him. Exhaling out a billowing cloud of smoke he returned to his seat, gaze turning to look at the broken window, brow furrowing for a moment
Her shadow fell over the smithery before she was close enough to make a sound. Pushing her hair out of her fce she took a deep breath and stepped inside the establishment. Her cloudy blues traveled over Tathar. He hated her. And she couldn't stand it. Yet she wasn't one to back down. And here she was doing it. Her insides were tormented. Her values were being tested. She was being tested as a whole. stepping up she removed her cloak and hung it. then she stepped to him.
" Where should I start Sire?"
her eyes never quite met his, but her chin rose all the same. she felt low. at this point she was almost sure she'd rather clean the queens chamber pots..
His attention turned to her as she entered. Clearly, by the scent she was giving off, she was displeased, and this made a sly, ever so slight grin appear on his lips for just a fleeting moment before his expression once more turned to his normal brooding self. He didn't stand when she entered, remaining seated as for the duration of her work here she was his underling...His inferior...And while he didn't think of her that way as a person, she never showed him any respect, and thusly he never showed any to her. It was payment in kind for the way she acted. If she were to change her demeanor when speaking with him, then he would do the same. Until that time, however, she would endure the sourest portion of himself. Even though he was technically higher up on the food chain, so to speak, if she acted normally around him, then he would treat her as an equal...That was the way he saw things...saw life. Sure, titles and lineage and such gave some the right to act high and mighty, but everyone else had no superiority over anyone. As she mentioned where he would like her to begin he motioned to the pit of dead coals...That would be a very fine start, indeed
"You may begin by cleaning that. Scrape the soot from the sides and back, and break loose the bits that have petrified due to the heat. And don't bother with using any tools. Your hands will suffice perfectly."
She listened to him, but her orbs remained on the forge. Her brow perked. No tools? Fine. She was not above getting dirty. Although the thought of herself working as a laborer made her want to cry in anguish. She shifted her feet a little before unbottoning the sleeves of her dress and rolling them up. She turned completely to the darkened pit. Staring at it only for a moment more before she leaned down propping one hand on the side of it, she worker her long feminine nails along the side walls of it. Scraping harshly she pressed her lips to a thin line. She had no need to make conversation with him at this point. She deserved this she supposed. She had interrupted them one too many times. But neither of which she thought she would have been in the wrong. He should have let Pandora take her. He should have let her go. As her mind worked the thoughts she had, none of them were revengeful. He had saved her, whether or not he thought it was right or good he did it because he knew she couldn't at the time and place.
her hair as drifting into the soot and ash but she didn't care, she continued to claw at the baked on rummage.
Lifting her shoulders slightly she used her thumbnail to scratch. It was going to take a long time doing this by hand. She looked up then, still working. She looked right at him and then back down. Before he could catch the look of dread and remorse within her, her lip quivered. He would just laugh. He would just enjoy her discomfort and the pain she felt. ..She wanted to run away, she wanted to never return. She wouldn't budge, she wouldn't relent. This was not going to break her. Her mind stronger than her heart, that had shattered. She had one, or she did until this. Blinkin' and swallowing her emotions she continued. She would most likely never be repaired from this. Stronger as a person, perhaps, but an emotionless fool she would remain. Accepting that..friends no matter who they were, would always use you in the end.
He watched silently as she worked, casually puffing away on his pipe now and again, the thick and heady scent of the smoke beginning to fill the air of the shop, and for a moment his mind turned to the new arrival. The Hyena, chuckling silently to himself at the thought of the similarities between the two of them, and at the same time they shared so very little in common. They both loved their tobacco, though it did nothing for them as it did for humans. The taste...The feeling of the smoke hitting the back of their throats and filling their lungs was all they experienced. However, they were completely different breeds...He was more silent and thoughtful, while Styx was rather loud and cheerful. Mother Gaia worked in many mysterious ways, it seemed. He did, in fact, miss that look that she gave him, his eyes glazed over for the moment in thought...And if he would have seen it, he would have acted indifferently toward her. He was a beast of his word, after all, and he had promised her that she would be paying for that damage with her blood sweat and tears. The blood and sweat would come easily enough...The work she was doing was menial, and the caked on soot and ash was like scraping dried clay. He knew...he did it himself...It would not be long before it tore her skin and the constant movement broke her into sweat....And that was when the tears would come in...Once that ash entered a wound, it would sting....Sting like mad, as if ones hands were aflame, the chemicals from the wood still saturated them, after all, as well as the minerals that seemed from the metals when they were heating within the coals when they were scorching hot...He wasn't heartless....In truth, he was generally kind enough as a person...But he had promised her this, and he did not break his word. By the time her work was done, she would have learned a valuable lesson. Yes, this experience was twofold, both a punishment and lesson merged together...And her lesson would be humility. If she'd learned that before this she wouldn't be in the position she was in now...So he thought it quite fitting to give her the crash course
She continued to busy herself. finding new spots here and there. Slowly inching her way down into the pile of ash that rested at the bottom. That would still take a while. She looked to him then, her features were strong and stubborn again. Her eyes narrowed a little to see him puffing on the pipe and relaxing his form. She felt like the ash she was scraping. He knew it. Her orbs widen to their normal size and she paused for a moment, then turned back to her works..She hummed silently the opening to one of her songs and then she began to sing. Her voice was pleasant. Odd for a Valkyrie. She tipped her head to the side and grimace a little as her thumb slowly showed the effects of constant friction. The reddeness hardened and then a little slit formed. She ground her teeth for a moment, and then continued singing. Closing her eyes to the pain she walked herself into Vahalla in her mind. Her orifices opened again, her blue eyes were reddened completely. Since her back was to the door, she was hidden from view. Her hair fell over the left side of her...Her fingers continued to work. Shifting her weight to the other foot, she leaned against the forge, helping support her weight so she wouldn't kill her back. Through her mind she could see the others. Tending to the war heros, and those who were taken involuntarily.
~..I've been sitting here for a while now....~
~ I seen your face and I tumbled down..~
~ How many ways can you get to me..bring me down with such misery..~
~ I shall rest one of these days in the arms of someone strong..~
~ I will bed with one who knows me, one who will care...~
Her mind rolled as she sung, the vision of her past home danced through her mind. Then she winced again visibly. Then ground her teeth harder.. the soot had worked its way in further, and now into a hangnail she had recieved on her index finger. Lordy that stung. It was annoying pain. She'd rather have her neck snapped at by the Lycan, rather have her body feasted upon by a fllock of vamps, during the full moon. She'd RATHER be the warrior during the hunt, as to when the valkyrie warrior blew the horn that called lycans to chase the one lost in the woods.
This time he saw her look at him, his expression emotionless...distant...as if he didn't care what she thought of him. In truth, this was the opposite. She had once been a friend of Pandora's, apparently, and he very much wanted to converse with her about how the vampire had acted back then, but right now wasn't the best og times to do so. So, he merely kept watching, every now and again exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke in her direction. If the ash didn't already irritate them, the smoke probably would, and soon the sweet scent of blood met his nostrils, stirring up a low rumble from his stomach. He hadn't eated today, and had neglected to do so yesterday, and he was beginning to get quite hungry. He would make it a point to ask for a meal when he left for the Tower later. For now he could cope well enough, and her job was far from being finished. His eyes glanced out the window, looking at the now darkened streets, wondering if Pandora had awakened from her slumber yet, not really privy to her schedule when it came to such since it was none of his business, and the shifter's voice met his ears. It was a pleasant sound, but the words were strange. He'd never heard this particular song before, but should she look to him he would show no sign of payinbg attention to anything more than her work. He also noticed that she was shifting herself to try and keep from getting sore, and he sighed, clearing his throat to get her attention and knocking out the dead ashes within his pipe, setting it down on the counter in front of him
"You may as well climb in there. You are going to get filthy either way. Whether or not you want to be sore is up to you, though."
Shifting her orbs to him, her safe place shattering as he spoke. Her orbs rolling back to their natural blue hues. She shifted her weight again to the other foot and kept working. biting her tounge for a moment so not as to snap.
" I will when I have to lean farther..don't worry..."
she used her shoulder to wipe away sweat that was rolling towards her eye. Batting her lashes carefully she chewed on the inside of her lip. It was getting darker out, and she would have to keep workin'.. She had worked the dirt and grime down a little ways, blinking as the material of the forge seemed to glow a little. She froze for a moment and looked again..silver slivers?...she chewed her lip harder and then, removing her boots, she climbed in and squatted down, using her opposite thumb nail to scrub away at the ash.
" You know...Pandora has always been the way she is.."
It was quiet, but she was needing to do something to keep her mind from what she was doing.
He bit back a retort to her statement...It really was her choice to how she did her duty, as long as she followed the minor guidelines he'd set when he directed her to the pit in the first place, but she soon climbed in anyway, and he relaxed. Good to know that she didn't want to be sore as all getout, along with being sweaty and bruised and bleeding as she was now. As for the slivers of metal, there were indeed bits of silver. As well as steel, iron, and bronze. When a smith hammered the red hot metals, the sparks that flew from the force were those tiny bits, and they collected everywhere, one of the main reasons he chose to keep his workspace as clean as possible. There weren't enough to cause her lasting damage, only discomfort, the degree of which would vary depending on whether or not any managed to pierce her skin. At her mention of Pandora his brow raised, his voice coming out evenly
"Really, now? From the way you acted in the Tower, both times in fact, it would seem she was once almost kind to you."
(RP PAUSED)
