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Postby Miharu Mindi on November 9th, 2011, 4:17 am

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Miharu snuggled against her brother as easily as if they'd been litter-mates, her instincts taking over quickly. Solitary his animal form might have been, but wolves were pack animals. She had come to see Siiri's fang as her pack, but this was something different. It would be long and long again before Mihai would be free of her.

As the rest of them started talking again, she grabbed ahold of Mihai's hand and simply dragged him back over to the war-table, finally focusing herself to pay attention to what was going on. Intruders - and that left a growl in the back of her throat. The Myrians didn't know how well they'd chosen in letting her become one of them, for she so fiercely territorial that even Myri could not have wished better in her. Added to that was her bondmate's hatred of Dhani, and therefore her own hatred of them. There would be no failure in this.

"You will be avenged," she repeated, though she found it hard to focus on the ghost. She had no scent, no physical presence, and so looking at her, to Miharu, was a bit like seeing something on one's periphery: the wolf-girl didn't only see things, she sensed them with everything, sight and smell and taste and breath against her skin and fur, and when all but one of those was missing she found herself confused and somewhat thrown off.

Then she turned her attention to Myri - and it was quite the opposite. The goddess was more than anyone else, a stronger presence than any she had ever encountered. Where the ghost seemed to her sense like a wisp of fog, looking at Myri was like staring at the sun. It was frightening, and exhilarating, and she could have stared at her for days and days and never tired of it. But they had things to do, important things, and she nodded. "Thank you," she murmured. For not killing her brother as a deyhan, for letting him join the Myrians, for bringing her to him. For trusting her bondmate with this task. For the people and the city that she called home. All of it, crouched there in golden eyes, and then she flashed a grin of pure delight and gratitude.

Just as quickly, she focused her attention fully on her bondmate, a warm thrum of happiness pulsing across their bond. "Siiri, he's my brother," she breathed, a giggle touching the end of her words as she thrust Mihai towards her bondmate to force an introduction.
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Postby Mihai on November 9th, 2011, 6:14 am

Mihai didn't mind the dragging, nor the quick glances to ascertain what he had missed, listening in to the last words of the conference. His nostrils flared, taking in Miharu's scent, that of Siiri as well, and the other important women in Master's council. The ghost he looked at sideways, remembering an old witch back in Taldera who could speak to ghosts. It had never occurred to him to find her and ask for some sort of guidance from one or the other of his parents, but he had little use for the dead.

His grin was silly, but sweet, gentle despite his strength and ferocity in battle, his killer instinct. All he wanted to do was find a place out of the rain to take a nap with Miharu, then wake up before her, bat her head around in his paws and pounce her for a bit. But they had work to do. His head slunk low, shoulders coming up as he felt Master's gaze upon him, not wishing to upset her. But she was sending him out, and he wondered what the snake-people would taste like. Someone had told him: chicken.

But he said nothing; there was nothing for him to say. He was but another weapon sent forth to slaughter the enemies of the Goddess-Queen, and he would gleefully do so, especially since he had a sister to get to know on the way, and it augured well that their first time together would be spent on the hunt.
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Postby Siiri on November 11th, 2011, 3:19 pm

Siiri felt Miharu's joy filtering through the bond they shared and her lips twitched halfway to a smile before she caught herself. The expression died before it could fully form into its crescent shape, leaving the warrioress' lips twisted and making her look as if she had just taken a bite out of something that did not agree with her taste buds. The wolf girl's impulsive action forced the lanky boy into taking several involuntary steps towards Siiri and, to avoid the rather embarrassing scene of Mihai running into her generous cleavage, she quickly extended the hand of her uninjured arm to clasp against his forearm in the ritual greeting between Myrians. Siiri's grip was firm, her well-honed muscles locking into place. The hold was almost a challenge, testing the boy's strength to see if it could match her own. She maintained her grip a moment longer before finally releasing it.

"Well met," Siiri said, adding, "Little brother."

Her tone was neutral, though now that she had a chance for a closer look at the boy, her eyes were judging. His skin was the same hue as Miharu's, and she could already see the family resemblance between the two, particularly in the similarity of the shape of their eyes and the angle of incline of their noses. Myri did not mention the boy's animal form, but it likely wasn't like his sister's.

Stronger? she wondered. Or weaker?

It wasn't that she had anything against Mihai (and Siiri made sure to temper any negative feelings she may have felt for him at the revelation of his relationship with Miharu, lest her bondmate pick up on it), but his gender already meant he had to work that much more to earn her approval. The Snapping Jaws warrioress prided herself in training Miharu which contributed to her growth as an individual, as evidenced by the girl's expanded skill set. If this Mihai had been guided by Myri Herself during his stay here, then he must have something to show. Time would only tell what, but Siiri was reserving herself from having a favorable opinion of him for now.

"So what exactly do you turn into?" she asked, just to avoid that long awkward silences in first-time meetings.
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Postby Cayenne on April 16th, 2012, 3:02 pm

“I thank you,” Kalahe nodded slightly, and reached to try to grasp Siiri’s forearm, the way one warrior to another would have, normally, stopping after a moment when she remembered that she was, in fact, dead, and gritted her teeth in a slight scowl, and just settled for bringing her fist to her heart. That would have to do. But Myri, along with Rahi, was certainly able to clench Siiri’s arm. “I can come, if you want. I do not know how much help like this I will be, but I will help.” If they wanted her presence, she would follow - if not, she would stay.

“Fight hard,” Myri addressed herself to Siiri, Mihai, and Miharu. “Provisions will be waiting for you at the barracks. You can talk on the way.” She gave Mihai a critical go-over with her eye. “And you. Don’t shame me.” The relatively harsh words were accompanied by a rough grin as she tilted his chin upwards before ruffling his hair. That was as much emotion as he was going to get out of her, it seemed. It wasn’t personal, her sending him out - she had done it before, insisting he accompany patrols to learn about his home and the ways of the people who lived in it, as well as exercise and experience. You could only teach so much. After that, they had to develop themselves. But she nodded at Miharu, smiling slightly at her words of thanks. The Goddess-Queen wasn’t opposed to Kelvics in their midst. She knew well their value. History had more examples of animals being far more loyal than people. They were dismissed to hurry.

They had prey to hunt and find.

As they were leaving, Tingu was coming up the stairs, the herbalist muttering to herself and scowling about ridiculous demands about healing. Miharu might have remembered her from when she had arrived a long time ago - when she had been attacked by a very upset Riamm, and certainly from setting Siiri's arm. Rak'keli marked healers were a rare thing in the jungle, but Tingu knew her plants and knew them well. "For your arm," she thrust a leather pouch into Siiri's hands. "It won't taste pleasant, but you are a warrior. Eat it as you need them, but no more than once every two bells." Inside the leather pouch, she would find neatly portioned bundles wrapped in leaves, each of them about the size of a thumb.
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Postby Siiri on May 6th, 2012, 3:54 am

Siiri reacted without thought to Kalahe's gesture, her own hand moving to grasp the death Myrian's, though both of them stopped almost at the same time. She covered the movement, and likely her fellow warrior's shame, by shifting her hand to scratch an imaginary itch on the opposite arm and pretending to check if some kind of bug bit her. It was never shameful to die in battle, almost expected even, what with the dangers that surrounded them, but it would still stung to not make a good accounting of oneself in one's last battle. Siiri sympathized with Kalahe, and she simply did not want to remind the spirit of her own fall.

The dead one's offer gave her pause, however.

It wasn't that she was squeamish of their presence, but Siiri had always felt uncomfortable about the lingering spirits of the dead. Anything and anyone that had been killed should stay dead, in her opinion. She never could understand why some choose to remain in the physical world. Was it due to unfinished business, like Kalahe here before her? Would seeking vengeance upon her slayers help to move on what awaited her in Myri's realm in the Ukalas? If so, then Siiri could not deny her fellow Myrian the chance to exact retribution upon the invaders.

"Your... aid... is welcome, sister," Siiri replied haltingly. "Their blood will feed the earth and you can at least be there to witness it."

Her voice was strong, her tone confident as she gave that vow, but Siiri was still having doubts about the capabilities of her injured arm. But duty called, and she had to deliver. They went off, delayed only briefly as they respectfully took their leave from the Goddess-Queen and the Council members, as well as thanking Tingu for her medicinal gifts by the temple's stairs. Whatever it was she had given Siiri should help alleviate any pain of she had to use her arm in battle.

Her own preparations did not take long. As promised, there were provisions waiting for them at the barracks and Siiri only had to pack in a few items she thought would be useful in one of the bags - rope, rations and a waterskin. Tingu's herbs went in one side pocket while flint and steel and a vial of rustproofing oil went into another. Her leather armor was easily strapped on, Miharu assisting her in tightening them in place. Her bandoleer of daggers was worn across one shoulder, her heavy mace strapped on her belt, and Slayer rested easily on her back. Her get-up was rounded out by a hand-carried ten-foot spear.

Siiri was ready for battle.
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