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Post by Renata Cairo on Jul 31, 2017 17:09:23 GMT
This dangerous region of the Naihan mountains was best to be avoided, the hunters from the last village had said. Anything downhill was fine but don't go uphill. Don't approach the mansion which was mentioned almost like a talisman or a ghost. There was evil there, they said. Somethign that stole their livestock and their children, sent illness and plague to them and their crops. Blah blah blah. Human superistion. Wren was not easily swayed by superstition. Nor was she easily frightened. The lean woman picked her way along the steep and rocky paths with little trouble, scaling cliffs where it would save her time. Finally, she came in view of the mansion's front door. Senses primed she glanced around at the lonely, rocky slopes. A storm brewed in the distance, forks of lightning on the horizon and the faintest rumble of thunder reaching her ears many heartbeats later.
She was dressed in chain and leather, her already androgynous figure leaning even more heavily masculine with the warrior's kit. A sword rested on her hip. A long bow, unstrung, was strapped to the side of her heavy pack along with a quiver. Though she carried some survival supplies, most of what she carried were the tools of war. In this time of peace she had still not yet learned to live as a peaceful person. Steeling herself, she strode to the doors and knocked.
Part of her wondered if this was worth it. She could just as easily be wrong. The only thing tying her to this wolf who lived in isolation, year after year falling farther to insanity (so the rumors ran), were a handful of rumors stitched together with some of the scant things her mother had told her about her father. Trying to trace her surname had been a complete waste of time. Nor could she pin down her father- he seemed a ghost. Still, when the end of a job had put her at the foot of the mountains it seemed as good a time as any to follow up on this lead.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 5, 2017 0:41:55 GMT
A while after the knock on the door rang throughout the building, one of the doors creaked open slightly, a nervous-looking man peering his head out. His eyes widened at the newcomer's arrival. He was obviously a servant, dressed in fine clothes but ones that gave away his status in this household. Shakily, he opened the door more to get a better view of the person. The man was pale and white, sweat drops beaded down his forehead. His was quite of a slender and tall stature, one that would be proved weak against almost any force. His scared eyes looked upon the warrior-looking fellow in front of him. "Turn back. I'd advise you turn back now!" he whispered, although pleading with hope of their safety. "Unless..." his eyes then glimmered with hope, while the anxiousness was there, there was a sort of certain realization that flushed over his features as he gave an uneasy smile. "You've come... did you come to kill him?" His face ever so begged, opening the door even wider as he took two slow steps toward the mysterious warrior. He was almost in disbelief. "Farkas is on the bounty list right? Or the authorities had figured out what he has been doing right?" He dropped to his knees, desperately reaching toward the newcomer. He couldn't even tell the gender of what they were, but to him they were like a god, coming to rescue him and the few others that were still alive. Weapons upon weapons upon them, indeed, they must have come here to slay the beast... right?
He continued to gawk up at his savior in hope, until that was there was another voice coming from behind him. "Don't!" called a female rushing from the room behind the doors. "Bernard! You mustn't!" she pleaded, halting by the entryway. The feeble male turned to look behind him. "But he is asleep! This is our chance! Look! Our savior!" he waved his arms gesturing to the newcomer. "This warrior has come to slay him! We are freed!" The woman took another glance at the new arrival, gravely but worriedly at the same time. "But that doesn't mean that the other servants can't hear you!" she said sternly, hitting the man upside the head lightly. She then turned her attention toward the other man... or was it a woman? "My apologies," she stated, although the same nervousness seemed to break through her tone. "But Master Volkov is asleep. Have you really come to kill him?" she asked seriously, although there was that same tinge of hope in her eyes. They then resumed to their normal state, narrowing slightly. "It is best that you should leave. Although now I doubt that there is much chance for your escape," she said, then turning her head slightly to hear other footsteps approaching. It was the other servants, they would be here soon. She then looked the newcomer up and down, inspecting all the weapons they had on their person.
"I advise you to remove your weapons," she said, looking back fearfully. "Such is the courtesy of entering the Volkov Household." But her words held different meaning. If the person could hide their weapons, then they had a better against the beast. Otherwise, Farkas would confiscate them and make sure that they were to be never seen again. He couldn't allow such weapons within his mansion, as such the servants would truly have an advantage over him. The policy of even kidnapping the others were to make sure that all of their weapons were taken off before they entered. Otherwise, Farkas would hunt them down. Even with a sword, bow, or arrow, no weapon was a match against the fury of the wolf. The woman reached out with her hands, to relieve the weapons off of her, although she would hate to admit it. Ironically, she would even hide the weapons so that Farkas could not see where they were. She would love to see him dead as much as Bernard. The man then stood slowly, although he turned around to face the female servant angrily. "Why?!" he demanded. "They can kill him with those! Let them through! Farkas needs to die!" |
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 5, 2017 0:52:56 GMT
Wren observed the man casually, but with some caution as he spoke. After a moment of assessment she decided he was truly unthreatening and glanced past him, trying to see into the dark hall beyond. She had no desire to stand out here when the storm finally broke. She glanced up towards the dark clouds but in that instance he moved towards her and she stepped back, hand going to the hilt of her sword. Her face was stone, neither moved by his pleas nor displaying any disgust. Instead, only a certain amount of judgement. She had found him lacking. Her eyes were drawn up to the second figure who approached.
The woman seemed a bit more in control, at least. That Wren could respect even if she still had the desperation of prey. She wrinkled her nose a little- they both stank with the acrid bitterness of fear. She had yet to speak. Finally, she took a step to one side, around the kneeling man and approach the door more closely. She was listening with only half an ear to the woman's words, ignoring the push.
"He is not a bounty I have been engaged for." Her voice was low for a woman, clipped and harsh. "I have come to have speech with Farkas Volkov on a matter of..." she hesitated for just a heartbeat, then finished "family." The word seemed strange coming from her mouth. How often had she explained away her past as being an orphan, or simply brushing the question aside to avoid the lie. It felt weird to claim it, if that's what she was doing now. She curled her lip at the askance for her weapons though. Instead she batted the woman's hands aside and strode past her into the foyer.
"Do you job. It's not my job to settle domestic affairs."
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 5, 2017 6:06:59 GMT
"Ah, I see," the woman blinked in surprise. She thought that this meant that they were here to avenge their family. Of course, Farkas had taken many from their homes, it would be no wonder that they would come here to find them. Although usually the result would end the same for them. Badly. She gasped to see that the over confident visitor had batted her hands away. Indeed, they were getting ahead of themselves. Even with the most noble causes, Farkas always got them in the end. She heard the other servants approaching, and fearing for this person's safety, she shifted to obscure the view of her from the ones that approached, hoping they wouldn't see the weapons she carried on her. If so then they would most likely force them off of her, which was something the woman did not want if this newcomer planned to slay the man. She hushed her over toward the stairs, the servant covering her arms hoping that the other servants wouldn't see. "This way," she gestured, walking alongside her as she led the way, occasionally looking back at the others, who seemed to be disinterested in the situation as they continued their mundane duties. Bernard stood at the door flabbergasted, then eventually caught up with the two as he walked behind them. He couldn't wait to miss out on this.
They led the person up the stairs, through the corridors and past the many rooms and doors. The female servant picked up a candle on her way, leading with the dim light so that they could see. The storm brewed outside, and the mansion was dark from the black clouds. There was a long silence, tension hanging in the air. Bernard could probably be heard shaking, although he did the best that he could to appear composed. They were alone, and no other servants walked in the same halls in which they did. Perhaps most of them were preparing for the storm, or the meals for dinner once Farkas woke up. He rarely took naps, although today was different. He had worked hard the previous days before, managing to get new servants. Although, they were still in training. Most of them were in their cells in the dungeon-like basement, the current servants knew. However, the woman was leading them in a way that was away from the main corridors, in hopes that they would be rarely seen although it didn't appear that way. It seemed like she was taking a direct route to his bedroom, which was indeed where she was headed. Only a few slight detours that a newcomer would miss, as they would not know where the bedroom was. The movement of the woman were careful and wary as she turned around each corner, although she did so with usual speed. It was near to the bedroom that she began to speak.
"Farkas hardly ever sleeps during the day, although this is rare occasion," she whispered. "Though I still would be careful. He is... unpredictable, around new visitors." She truly hoped that the person would not join them in servitude. Although she could see it happen already. Brave enough to enter the mansion, but always broken when they stay. "I want to wish you good luck ahead of time. Sir... uh... Lady... uh..." she couldn't really tell what gender the person was. It was only when she had seen their face was when she assumed a woman, but she had a voice as deep as a man's. But, soon they approached the bedroom doors. Only the servants had the key. "Here it is," Bernard whispered from behind them, looking up hopefully at those doors. Finally. After all this. He will be free. He can go home and see his kids. His wife. He had missed them for so long. The woman than turned to her seriously, handing the candle to her. "We will be with you to lead you inside," she said. "After that, I'm sorry, we will have to leave you alone. Master hates to be disturbed in his slumber by his servants," she spoke as she then placed the key into the keyhole, turning it and pulling the doors open.
Their shadows stretched across the dark room, all matter of being in blue and grey hues. The only light was coming from outside, although the curtains were pulled over the windows. The servants then slowly stepped into the room, careful to not make a sound. From the distance they could see his bed, the large thing standing at the end of the room. On top of the sheets laid a wolf, curled up in the middle, the exquisite sheets slightly torn and tossed around. The brown beast's chest heaved up and down as he breathed, not hearing them enter in the least. He must have turned into his wolf form in his sleep, they assumed, for he was in his human form before when they had served him in his bedroom before he slept. The servants then took a few steps closer, making sure that the newcomer would be ok. "Good luck," the woman said again, the both of them turning immediately around, dashing out the door and closing the door shut. The sound of the door closing did not even stir the large wolf, and he continued to sleep as he only moved his head a little, positioning it on top of his paws. His breathing motions remained the same.
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 5, 2017 6:25:29 GMT
Wren found herself liking this place less and less. The rank stench of fear was offensive, combined with the sour scent of body odor and whatever else. She managed to keep a nervous snarl off her face, but her shoulders rounded and her head dropped, dark eyes tracking the movements around her defensively. Her hand rested casually on the hilt of her sword. They didn't smell right. Most of them seemed under-nourished and possibly half crazy. Or maybe more than. The skinny man seemed to be on his last nerve and Wren rather felt like it would be kindness to kill him. Then at least he wouldn't clog up the air with his nerves. As they moved into quieter halls, she reached up and rubbed a hand over her shorn head. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, catching the musk of wolf that seemed impregnated in the castle. She took note of the small talk the woman seemed to be making at her but she was distinctly distracted as she worked her way through the scents she could gather.
She took the candle when handed to her without much concern. She saw very well in the dark, so long as there was some light. This was just absurd. Not really having experience with nobility, she wasn't sure that this was exactly normal. When the bedroom door opened she knew it wasn't. She almost didn't go in, ready to tell them off for not just fetching him and letting him know he had an audience. She had no desire to be in the man's bedroom.
Reluctantly she stepped within, shooting an irritated glare at the two servants as they dashed out. The door clicked shut and she turned her attention back to the large wolf. She stayed where she was, uninterested in going any closer. She had been a soldier. She knew what could happen when you woke someone from a dead sleep who was a warrior. And ever reputation he had said he was a warrior. Carefully she slid her pack off, setting it as quietly as she could on the floor to avoid waking him before she could move freely. She also set the candle down on the floor next to it, freeing her hands.
Best to get it over with. Carefully she made a noise, low in her throat. Not a human noise but a distinctly animal nose, that of one predator meeting another. Then, a little more loudly, she spoke. "Farkas Volkov, I would speak with you." She stood ready. If he lunged at her, she could see what clear lines she had to dodge out of the way. She was fast- very fast. Not as strong as most werebeasts but definitely faster than many she'd met. Though honestly most of the ones she'd met had died.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 8, 2017 1:02:54 GMT
 YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND The wolf's chest heaved in his sleep, causing him to erupt in a light snort as he heard someone called for him. He was in the midst of a dream, his eyes visibly twitching fast under the eyelids. His paw lightly threw toward the direction where the voice had come from, however it was obvious that he was still asleep. His head then rested upon that arm. "Fetch me a glass of water will you," he said in his sleep, thinking that it must be some sort of servant bothering him. He continued to rest a bit, not paying attention to whoever had come to bother him. He continued to doze off, resting as he laid in that position for a while longer. It was a few minutes later that he began to awaken. Farkas could hear the storm banging against the window outside, along with the hail and snow. One of his eyes slowly blinked open, looking upward to see someone standing next to his bed. His head slightly rose, and his other eye then began to lazily open. He still felt groggy, so it took him a moment to recognize the figure standing by his bed. He looked up at them. "Who invited you in here?" he asked, still only somewhat half-awake. He was slowly coming to his senses, and he shifted his position on the bed, making himself more comfortable. He recognized that they were not a servant. Had they brought them another person they kidnapped? Were they lost and the servants showed them the way in here? He suspected as such, but did not make much of it. He then rested on his hind legs, but otherwise stood up chest-wise. He then was able to inspect them more thoroughly. Short hair, manly stature, but that face... even if it was a boy, he couldn't deny that it was pretty. He titled his head for only a brief second, before fully waking up. "My apologies," he started, bowing his head slightly. "I have been resting. It had been a troublesome last few days. I apologize for my form, I shall return to human most appropriately," he then said, the wolf sliding underneath the covers. Without waiting to see the boy move or close his eyes or whatever, Farkas shifted into his human form, holding the covers up to his collarbone. He then stood, his entire naked form obscured from view. Right then he moved toward his cabinet full of clothing, where he moved behind a shade, picking out his outfit. "My lad, tell me," he started while he was getting dressed. "What brings you to my mansion?" he asked, wondering what the reasoning behind it was. Now he was beginning to doubt that it was someone that one of his servants had kidnapped. They would not send them here. Most likely an attack on Farkas, he presumed. But, he would make sure that whatever servant set this up would pay. @tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 8, 2017 1:28:04 GMT
Wren snorted softly at the response she got, rolling her eyes. But she waited. Patience was the virtue of a good warrior and a good hunter. Wren was both. So she leaned back against the door frame nonchalantly when she began to see him twitch and the first signs of waking. It took longer than she expected, but she waited none the less. And waited. Finally his eyes cracked open and his first question did not surprise her. She waited a heart beat longer to let him come a bit more awake, not wanting to have to repeat herself.
"I didn't ask their names, but they seemed too stupid to understand what I wanted. So here I am." She gestured with one of her arms- not her sword arm, in case he took exception to her being there. The mercenary nodded when he seemed to finally understand the situation. She didn't turn away, nor even look away, watching with a detached, clinical sort of curiosity as he covered himself to change. Her lips stayed firmly pressed together as he finished changing and began to dress, her dark eyes tracking his movements. Thought perhaps it might have seemed brazen, in truth she was trying to see herself in him. In his face, in the lines of his body. Certainly she didn't see her wolf in his except perhaps for the fact that she was over-sized.
"My name is Wren-" she hesitated, then corrected herself, though she hadn't gone by her birth name in over a century. "Renata. I am looking for my father, Felix Cairo. I was told you might be able to help me find him." Wren didn't have much time for subtlety. Blunt and to the point fit her much better than trying to be diplomatic. She had come for answers, not verbal sparring.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 9, 2017 1:08:34 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND "Wren?" he paused, turning around slightly. That was a woman's name, he remembered. So was this not a lad but a young lady? He then continued to change, facing away from her as he dressed himself, pulling his black suit over his exquisite white clothing underneath. A little smirk came to his lips, how interesting this situation turned out to be. Whoever had brought this... woman, to his chambers, should surely face punishment. Even though it was women that Farkas normally had asked for, he never asked for them to place them in his room, bearing weapons nonetheless. Stepping into his boots, he continued looking down, until he had heard what she had come here for. "What?" he asked, turning around in surprise, now fully dressed. He shook his head in disbelief. "I am sorry, I cannot help you," he said, shrugging his arms. "I believe you are searching for the wrong person. I know no man by the name of Felix Cairo." He had a son named Felix, but he did not recognize the surname. Felix was quite a common name amongst the lands, Farkas assumed. Though his son was Felix Volkov, not Felix Cairo. She must have gotten the two confused together, but even Farkas does not mention anything about his son to outsiders. How did she even find out about it? Too bad she would never find her father, Farkas knew. Now, she was on his property. No one was able to leave. None could escape. After all, he was growing quite lonely, no one companied him at the moment. There was no other woman in the household other than the servants. He walked closer toward her, gazing upon her. Indeed, as he scanned her up and down, she did have the appearance of a man but now that he looked closely she had the frame of a woman. Her face though, it was quite pretty. He could manage with this one. "Would you like to join me downstairs for dinner?" he asked, a flash of lightening outside of his window. He abruptly turned at the sound of the thunder, gazing upon it. "It looks like there is a rough storm outside, surely you wouldn't be able to venture too far if you went back out there," he said, his face turning back toward her. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 9, 2017 1:53:28 GMT
Wren blew out her breath in a short, frustrated sigh. One hand lifted, dragging her ragged short nails over her scalp. Right. He was old. She had been pursuing these rumors and anecdotes and half-caught words from drunks in taverns obsessively for years. Perhaps too obsessively. She got caught up in her own mind, in her own facts. That was dangerous. She had to get things straight. From what she'd unearthed, she was fairly certain Felix Cairo and Felix Volkov were the same person, though Cairo was the name he want by more recently. She was about to clarify when she saw the fairly obvious skim up and down her body. Her face deepened into a scowl, dark eyes narrowing. A growl rose in the back of her throat, barely suppressed. She did however step slightly aside from the door.
"Lead the way." She inclined her head for him to go ahead of her out the door. "The storm was coming when I came up." She leaned down and picked up her back, slinging it back over her shoulder. "His real name is Volkov, my mother says, but it was my understanding that he went by Cairo now." She didn't apologize. Wren typically didn't. She didn't think there was much reason for apologies when you couldn't change the situation.
Thunder rolled outside and she glanced back over her shoulder, posture straightening slightly. She liked storms. Her nostrils flared slightly as she drew in breath. But she couldn't really taste the rain on the air, not locked up in this place. She would rather have been outside. This was more important though. For now it was.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 9, 2017 3:22:15 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND He pushed the doors open, but at that moment, when Wren had said his true last name he froze. His eyes were widened, still facing forward. He paused for a moment, but it was evident that he was shocked. His hand still lay on the door, but eventually he opened it further. It was then he saw two servants peeking their heads from behind a hallway and run. Oh, he knew those two. They were his most loyal servants, Bernard and Regina. Well, he thought that they were. Most servants played their role, always holding their grudges against him. He would make them pay for this insolence eventually. But right now, he was too shocked for anything else to process. He then turned to her once more, his forehead creasing slightly. Farkas had never heard about his son going under... a different name. He wondered why. What sort of work had Felix gone into, if anything at that. Somehow, he felt a pang in his chest. It were as if he gave up the name Volkov, to avoid the disgusting murderer that was the previous alpha. Of course, Farkas couldn't blame him if that was the case. His other son either. No one probably wanted to bear the name of Volkov after what happened. It must have been shameful. Yet, Farkas still felt sad about it. He did not look at her. "Has your mother also told you why he goes by Cairo?" he asked, his tone sounding slightly more grave and solemn than before. It was a serious question that mattered to him. Wait a minute... it took him awhile to process. If Felix was her father... that mean he was her grandfather? Farkas couldn't believe it, and tried to make sense of all this, if what she was saying was true. "This way," he said, heading down the dark hallway, only lit by the lightening bolts outside. @tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 9, 2017 20:15:57 GMT
Her scars ached. The skin on her back felt tight, chafing beneath cloth and back. The muscles that used to shift the useless wings on her back twitched, spasming just under the skin. She grimaced slightly, glad he had stopped in the doorway so she could wait for it to pass. She liked storms, but they were not always kind to her. Even though she was some hodgepodge of long lived races, she certainly didn't see all the benefits. She didn't heal like a true werebeast, something she envied them for. She didn't even noticed that the two servants were watching them- they had feld by the time she peered around him to the hallway, trying to see why he had stopped.
Shock didn't really occur to her until her turned her way. Something in his face made her uneasy. The wolf under her skin hackled, ears flattened, all defensive. She was always defensive though. Life had taught Wren to be guarded and she chose to learn that lesson very well. For some reason, the name seemed important to him. She shrugged, thinking back through everything she'd heard. "To be fair, no one put those two names together except me, I think. He covers his tracks well. I don't know why he goes by it now. Maybe he likes to deny having family."
Her smile at her own joke held little mirth. It was more like a sharp, savage baring of teeth. A silent snarl dressed up in the guise of cold humor. If she was on the right trail (and she thought she was), then she took much more strongly after her father's side of the family than her mother's. She followed him, half a step behind, making surprisingly little noise with her chain muffled by the cloth she wore under and over it, and her sword well secured at her belt. Her steps too made little sound, cat-quiet on the stone. She didn't need more light than the lightning shed to see her way.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 9, 2017 23:33:39 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND He was a little disappointed in her answer. Apparently, she didn't know why he had switched his surname. Farkas would much rather hear the pain and guilt of carrying the name of the Alpha that betrayed his own clan. But... from what she said apparently the boy had covered his tracks well. But for what reason? It never was something that occurred to Farkas, but it soon left his mind. He soon continued down the dark hallways, seeing no servant present in them. It was awfully quiet, more so than the werewolf would have liked. It was only accompanied by their own footsteps, which made his nerves itch. To break the silence, he then began again. "Ah, I see," he said, pretending to understand what she had said. Somehow though, Farkas could relate. He ran from his own family after killing his wife. Not only his family but his whole clan, and stole a large portion of their wealth, probably leaving the clan to perish. Though, if Felix did have a family he didn't expect him to do the same. He wondered why. But he was fortunate that his son would visit him from time to time. But he didn't know where he was currently, so he couldn't be much help to the girl. He continued down the hallways, turning right and left around the corners. Indeed, his servants must be hiding from him. The more he thought about the current situation the more... perplexing, it became. He had planned to keep the girl here but, if she really was his granddaughter... what would he say? Do? Does she know much about him? How he was once the alpha to a clan? It seemed to him that she did not know of his past, as clearly she did not know about her father's. It seemed that she didn't know much about him, really. Neither did Farkas but he was surprised that he even had a child with someone. Well, they did for a long time, but still, in his mind, perhaps Felix had grown up more than he had anticipated. Well, he couldn't exactly say he was proud, but he did feel a similar sense on the inside. Though, it seemed that he had taken the abandonment of family from his father. This also meant that she had been searching fro him, bringing her to Farkas. "Felix visits from time to time," he stated, continuing to walk down the carpeted path. "I do not know where he is currently, so I am afraid I cannot help you with that. Though, you are welcome to stay here for a while in case if he returns." He knew that the chances were unlikely. But at least he would have some company while she was here. Wait a minute, since she was his granddaughter, did that mean he was going to let her go? Such a shame. If she wasn't he definitely would have kept her here a while longer. She seemed to be quite interesting, but it made all the difference since she was connected to him by blood. @tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 11, 2017 19:11:13 GMT
Running away from family seemed to be a theme. Renata had run away from her mother after all. It was so long ago that she honestly didn't remember what exactly had prompted it. Had anything? All she remembered was a growing sense of restlessness and discontent. Most of their fights blended together in her memories. She rarely thought of her mother anymore. At night the thoughts would ambush her sometimes, making her wonder where Eriu was, what she was doing, and what she thought had happened to Wren. Renata. She'd gone by Wren for a long time. It was strange to think of herself as 'Renata'. It sounded like a stranger's name.
She didn't mind the silence, but neither did his speech bother her. In some ways she would rather he talk. She wasn't good at situations where conversation crept towards personal. She liked to keep her private business... private. It didn't help that he was part of that business. She listened curiously as he spoke of Felix, disappointment briefly causing her shoulders to slump. Breath gusted out of her in a sigh. Another lead, almost run out. However, his last sentence perked her up a little, considering. She didn't really want to stay here- she didn't trust the servants and the whole idea of servants made her suspicious. She wouldn't be able to sleep easy.
"I would appreciate the hospitality of a night, or at least until the storm passes." She didn't really want to travel back out in the snow and hail and lightning. She would only be leaving to find somewhere among the rocks to whole up and change so she would at least have the added benefit of fur to keep the weather off. "Also I... was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about him. And about yourself. I know very little about what he is actually like and the kind of people he comes from."
The kind of people I come from. The implication struck her suddenly as lightning but was as quickly thrust aside. She didn't belong to any people. She liked it that way. She had given up family and she didn't intend to go back on that. Now she just wanted answers. Knowledge.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 12, 2017 2:19:48 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND "Of course," he said, referring to her staying the night. He had planned to keep her anyway, but as she was of his blood he would let her go by morning. In fact, he probably preferred it that way. It was difficult to discover your own granddaughter, after you had abandoned your own family. He wished for more time to think about it, and her presence here continued to make him slightly uneasy. He was used to pretty women coming. Potential servants coming. His son coming to visit. But this, this was something different.
"I shall have a guest room prepared for you," he then said, making his way down the main stairs by the entry. He clapped his hands, which made the few servants in the room stop, turning their heads to gaze at the master of the household. He spotted Bernard and Regina trying to hide behind a wall, which was now in front of the two that approached. Apparently they must have thought Farkas would take the other way around. Boy were they wrong. They nearly jumped when they heard him behind them, turning around to face them abruptly. He continued down the stairs, making his way to the first floor. He looked at both of them directly, his wolf's gaze staring deep into their frightened souls. Although it was covered up with a smile of politeness. "Bernard, Regina," he said, coming closer to the two as they stood still in fear. "Prepare this kind young lady a room." He placed a hand on Bernard's shoulder, pressing it so hard that it could nearly crack the very bone. Both of them looked at him with widened eyes, slowly following to Wren. Farkas then let go, continuing down the main corridor. He then signaled an approaching servant to watch over what the two were doing, and the solemn man obliged, following them stealthily to the guest rooms. He continued down the long hallway. Tell her about his son. Tell her about himself. What was there to say? What did she truly want to know? How to find her father? Well, Farkas could tell her some, but his own past was not pretty. "My son..." he started, taking a deep breath. "Is sort of a wanderer. I do not know what he does, but he is always moving." It was a hint, if she maybe roamed the lands enough, maybe she was lucky enough to bump into him. That was the only thing Farkas could think of, anyway. "I don't think you truly want to know about me," he gave a sad smile, finally opening the doors to the large dining room. The long wooden table stood at the center, near the loud roaring fireplace. There were many servants attending to it, washing and taking care of maintenance. They all seemed to pause when he entered the room, and immediately headed toward the kitchen, murmuring questions asking what he and the girl would like. Farkas looked at her, smiling again as he wondered what food she would ask for. Indeed, he had finer foods than immortals and dwarves combined. If she ordered a simple dish, well, then his plate would surely impress her. @tag
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Post by Renata Cairo on Aug 17, 2017 17:51:36 GMT
At the term 'kind young lady', Wren couldn't hide a derisive snort. "I'm not a lady." The response was quick and sharp, but quiet. She was no gentrified woman who couldn't do anything but scream when a little blood came up. Nore was she used to these creature comforts and the bending and scraping of servants. While she couldn't deny their use, they also made her want to snarl. Their creeping, cringing ways made them look like prey. But they smelled bad. They smelled sick and broken.
When he spoke on her father again she nodded. She was disappointed by the vagueness of his answer and the little he seemed to know. The journey here was quite out of the way of most places and there were other leads she could have followed. This one had seemed so promising. And in some ways it had been fruitful. She had met the father of the man who fathered her. That was... something. She wasn't sure what it was though. Should she be happy about that? Embrace him as family?
Bah. Family wasn't something she had good luck with.
"I have been chasing down my father and his family for over ten years," she said simply with a small shrug. She would have gone on but then he opened the doors to the dining room and she followed him in, hesitating a step or so behind when she saw the number of other people there. If she could have hackled, she would have. They spoke in hushed voices like mice. It made her want to snarl and snap, just to see if they jumped. She was clearly disconcerted, hanging back near the door. When he clearly looked to her for options on food she gave another shrug.
"So long as it's meat and unspoiled, I'll eat it." And that was a true enough statement. She had a strongly carnivorous preference in food and had eaten it bloody as well as near rotted. Thought she could and did vary her diet with plant matter, it was never her preference. That done, she circled back to the earlier topic of himself.
"I'm really just curious to know where he came from. I know enough about my mother's side of the family, but nothing about yours."
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