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RE: Glory take us into Odin's halls - Amunet1 - 6/10/2026
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The dark woman exhaled from her nose as the woman's fury spilled forth. Amunet did not flinch at the snap of teeth near her face. There was a cold look in her eyes, a restraint she preserved in part for Ezra since this apparently was a family matter. It is when she turns her wrath back to Ezra that her eyes narrow. She could temper her reaction when the fury of another was directed at herself, and yet this pricked at her skin like the sting of a wasp. Still, there is restraint; the woman was clearly pained, and while she didn't deal with such a circumstance, the beast wasn't apathetic to the stranger's reaction.
It is Ezra's response that caught her attention; for the first time, she truly took in the scene around them. She hadn't taken in the scope of things entirely. A part of her wished to speak, and yet she remained silent and watchful, her gaze softening on Ezra for a moment. It is the approach of another that draws her attention, and she studies the new stranger, who keeps a respectful distance. She hadn't a fondness for strangers as much as family, as they may be, or even friends to the male at her side. She can only regard the lot with a cold indifference, silently waiting and following Ezra's lead.
It is Ezra's response that caught her attention; for the first time, she truly took in the scene around them. She hadn't taken in the scope of things entirely. A part of her wished to speak, and yet she remained silent and watchful, her gaze softening on Ezra for a moment. It is the approach of another that draws her attention, and she studies the new stranger, who keeps a respectful distance. She hadn't a fondness for strangers as much as family, as they may be, or even friends to the male at her side. She can only regard the lot with a cold indifference, silently waiting and following Ezra's lead.
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RE: Glory take us into Odin's halls - Elli - 8/11/2026
Shut up.
The abrasive edge to her brother's voice cut as a knife might have, sharp and fit to rend flesh from bone. Her snarl deepened, yet silently. The tempest was held captive in a reality sitting between the desire to lash out, to punish, and to withdraw. To seek out softness instead, to convalesce in something familiar.
But she was not made for gentleness. It was foreign on her skin, heavy on her heart. It was an iron fist around her throat.
They had not been compelling enough reason to stay.
She swallowed the sting, the eager poison crafted at her own hand if no one else's.
Her attention shifted as Journey neared and when she blinked, some of the cold fire in her gaze ebbed away. Suddenly, she wanted to be home. She wanted to grieve her brother without the mass of bodies all around them. Elli was not one to showcase her moments of weakness; they were not meant to be spectacles, a display of the softer, vulnerable planes of herself that she went to such great effort to hide.
Ezra refused to leave.
Irritation nettled Elli's chest, disrupted only by a faint hum of approval. She wanted him to choose to stay, because no one ever did. She wanted him to see the promise of teeth and still not move out of the way; she wanted to push him and feel no relent.
Elli's nostrils flared as she glared at him, studying him beneath a flinty gaze.
The word burial rolled from her tongue like gravel, uneven and grinding. The ache in her chest only spread.
Elli looked away from both of them and instead to Journey, whose cheek she briefly touched with her muzzle before ducking down to retrieve Vitus' body. With some careful adjustment and recalibration, she managed to lift part of him over her shoulders and issued her brother a cool, expectant glance.
The abrasive edge to her brother's voice cut as a knife might have, sharp and fit to rend flesh from bone. Her snarl deepened, yet silently. The tempest was held captive in a reality sitting between the desire to lash out, to punish, and to withdraw. To seek out softness instead, to convalesce in something familiar.
But she was not made for gentleness. It was foreign on her skin, heavy on her heart. It was an iron fist around her throat.
You do not need to remind me of what we have lost, brother,Elli gritted through her clamped jaws. Fire simmered in her bi-colored eyes, even while the rest of her retracted.
I was there. I found our grandfather, I dug out our father at your side. When it is the known that leave us, could you blame us for choosing something different? You could have stayed, too, but it was not enough for you.
They had not been compelling enough reason to stay.
She swallowed the sting, the eager poison crafted at her own hand if no one else's.
Her attention shifted as Journey neared and when she blinked, some of the cold fire in her gaze ebbed away. Suddenly, she wanted to be home. She wanted to grieve her brother without the mass of bodies all around them. Elli was not one to showcase her moments of weakness; they were not meant to be spectacles, a display of the softer, vulnerable planes of herself that she went to such great effort to hide.
Ezra refused to leave.
Irritation nettled Elli's chest, disrupted only by a faint hum of approval. She wanted him to choose to stay, because no one ever did. She wanted him to see the promise of teeth and still not move out of the way; she wanted to push him and feel no relent.
Elli's nostrils flared as she glared at him, studying him beneath a flinty gaze.
You will help me, then, because it is what our brother is owed,she told him.
He deserves a respectful return home and a burial.
The word burial rolled from her tongue like gravel, uneven and grinding. The ache in her chest only spread.
Elli looked away from both of them and instead to Journey, whose cheek she briefly touched with her muzzle before ducking down to retrieve Vitus' body. With some careful adjustment and recalibration, she managed to lift part of him over her shoulders and issued her brother a cool, expectant glance.
RE: Glory take us into Odin's halls - Ezra - 9/27/2026
skill: Death-touched
His sister did not strike, though he had been waiting for it. A battle he knew in the end Elli would not win, not against the two of them, yet a fight he would have hated to see victory in. Teeth had never been meant for the flesh of his sister beyond tempered training and dominant scraps. He knew that if a fight were to happen here, now, it would be a bloody one.
Fire still simmered deep in the raging gaze of his sister, yet it was tempered, even as she retorted, meant to strike back at Ezra but it did little. After all, what did living in the meadow accomplish? Nothing, savor her own death. In an attempt to protect the red meadow wolves, she was left to heal on her own. No visits, no aid, no apothecary. To Ezra, if anyone had cared for Elli in that place, she wouldn't have been left to die of her fucking wounds.
No.Her muttered through simmering snarl.
Nothing is ever enough.And there it lay, the cruelty of what he had become. He wanted more. He always wanted more. Did she not think herself deserving other than the fate she had been given?
After parents lost, sister slain and now, murdered brother. Whatever peace he had felt he might find had only been in death, where he might rejoin them all. But she was here, now and again, wasn't she? And so was Amunet and so was the seed of their future. Perhaps death could not have him yet.
Ezra swallowed down the knot in his throat which had been forming but it did not reveal the twist in his gut which left him cramping with anxiety. His sister wouldn't fight him, not when she knew their brother's body lay there in silent wait. Eventually, she would move to crouch down and adjust a half of Vitus over her back, with the help of Journey who would adjust him to a fitting position. Ezra came next as expectant eyes turned on him and he sided close to the sister which only moments ago was at his throat. They were nothing less than who they had always been.
The body shifted into place upon him too now, he lifted up when Elli directed. Journey would pace at their side to help adjust whenever a chance of the seer sliding off occurred and Ezra expected Amunet might take the rear in part as scout.
Had Ezra expected anything less, for Amunet to be introduced to his family via death? Death had surrounded the Stormborn Family for as long as he could remember and the stretch of it still lingered now, heavy upon his back as the miles and miles stretched behind them.
Maybe… maybe he will come back, like you?
A gentle whisper to the sister at his side.
Probably can be the last for me!