Recent content by Saang Lusce

"It was very nearly her idea..." Saang returned. He'd wondered at the Matriach's keenness about it all and if she truly approved and supported his plan, or if she was simply bored with her peaceful life here and was hoping it would stir up some drama with the other clans. Somehow the latter...

"Speech?" the fae raised a brow at his companion, "I'm not sure pretty words are going to convince anyone, if what Sorelia says is true." He hadn't used pretty words with the matriarch, merely the truth. Saang sighed in resignation, gave Ianthe a short look that lingered a little longer than...

"Of course you are..." Saang replied, pausing along the shoreline and watching out along the distant waters. He could see the clan mingling among the various icebergs and fragmented sheets. A small school of foals being taught how to dive and forage while others lounged, hunted, fished, and...

Like an extremely prickly version of his sisters as they traversed their formative teenaged portion of their lives, Ianthe had proven challenging only in testing his creativity. Usually he'd been able to find something to abate the temper of his sisters - they all had hobbies and likes that...

Red brows raised so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline as he felt the kelpie's weight shift at his side. Saang lifted his arm out of the way and wrapped it snugly beneath her bundled form, the other coming to loop over top and pull her against him. The shudders and shakes stirred...

If it was the sickness making her compliant he couldn't be too grateful, but he'd take what he could get gladly. "Strange that you should know what shark piss tastes like..." Saang muttered as he watched the cup fly across the tent to clatter into the shadows of a corner. A smirking sigh...

He smiled in quiet concern, smoothing a hand over the bump beneath the furs that was her shoulder, "Dehydration will only make it worse. It's just water." Though he was aware that maybe it was he that smelled funny. Difficult not to bring the aroma of the celebrations with him, they clung so...

Well now. He wasn't sure what he had expected the answer to be, though he'd felt quite certain Ianthe's earlier intentions had been only for causing trouble. The truth was strangely far more poetic than he'd thought creatures of such uncivilized savagery capable of. He made no remark of it...

He was certain he would find some humor for Sevir's artistry particulars in the morning, but for now he could only offer the matriarch a tempered sigh and nod of his head. Though before he moved off, he caught sight of a mare toward the back weaving a wreath he was certain he would find at his...

Seemed tending to Ianthe would have to wait a little longer. Saang passed his remaining wine and jerky over and stood, pulling the pelted cloak from his shoulders to reveal the glimmering scales of his armorskin suit beneath. Before he knew it he was back on the slab and once more bare beneath...

And back to Sevir his eyes went, brows raised in some mild trepidation for what that would mean considering the outcome of the second trial... "I see," Saang replied, resigning to the acceptance of this fate, "very well. When will the marking take place?"

The Matriarch was not the only one colored by surprise. Saang's gaze tracked the sudden movement of Sevir, uncertain of the male's intention or concern... but his own question begged much the same. Was joining multiple clans against some social stigma or expectation? Apparently not. Well...

Saang had not partaken of the wine or the jerky again after their initial tastes. He rarely ate over discussions of war. His brows raised as Sorelia tried to make her point, "Compared to the kelpies of the Night Court... I do." She did not know those kelpies any more than those kelpies knew...

This was a story Saang knew, but not from the kelpie's perspective. It had been told to him after the formation of the Night Court and he, among the few young and capable warriors that held honor beneath his King's crown, had been one of the first wardens of the cavalry. Over the centuries, he'd...

So it seemed the prideful culture and life of a warrior was not just inherent to tamed Kelpies of the Night Court, but extended to others of Ianthe's kind. At least those clans here in the frigid and unforgiving seas of the north. Saang found himself curiously surprised, though he supposed he...