Ragnarok Awaits

+5 - Excercise to gain strength or speed (1/2)

His heart pounded in his ears like wardrums, his breath pulled in with force to fill his lungs and energize the muscles beneath his ivory pelt. His muscles burned and ached with strain, resting and contracting with great strength as his limbs completed each long stride. His claws sunk deep into the soft grass and soil beneath his feet as he pushed himself to run faster and faster into the void of the mist that swirled around him. His maroon gaze was locked ahead into the depths of obscurity... the wide, flat, grassy plane serving well as his training ground.

He passed a shriveled shrub that he had marked as his finish line, firmly planting his feet into the dusty earth. He slid to a halt, the dirt kicking up in protest. Once slowed, he began to pace. His breath was labored as his lungs fought to seperate the oxygen from the heavy mist. His muscles screamed at the excercise... something he had not done for the past 7 months of his rehabilitation. All the more reason to be here practicing. He had fallen into a state of deterioration... and a warrior without his strength was as good as dead.

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+5 exercise to gain endurance (paladin) 1/2


Mist swirled around her harmlessly as she stalked the fields, her paws sinking into the soft grasses as she ran headlong across the vast expanse of flatlands. She'd been running for a while now, her speed maintained and steady, not a headlong sprint. The Lagoon was all well and good, but out here she she could really test her endurance limits with a steady lope. There was more than enough space for it.

The scarred warrior did not see her company so much as hear it. The labored breathing of someone nearby pulled her ears forward and she slowed to a walk, not wanting to run straight into another lion in the limited visibility. It was only a moment later that she saw a shape in the mist, and slowed down even more. Her own breathing was deep and quick from her run, but not nearly as heavy as the stranger's.

"Tired?" she called from the mist, her voice strong and unafraid. The warrior could defend herself, if need be.


@Tyr

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Seemingly from within the Veil, a strong voice soared to his turned ear. A scarred female with intricate patterns upon her pelt had emerged... her breathing also labored, but not as intensely as his own. He rose to meet her with a straighter posture, taking one last deep breath to steady himself and regain his composure from his run.

"Often... these days."

He replied simply, his Nordic accent thick behind his slacked jaw. He pulled a large paw to flatten some of the stray locks of his mane that had been ruffled during his excursion, speaking yet again as he did so.

"I hope nothing is chasing you."

He said with a casual scoff, having noted that there were very few lions wandering the land since he had returned. He knew nothing of the disappearances or dangers that were associated with the heavy mist that seemed to linger like a curse across Amaryllis... though, he had a strange inkling that something was very wrong.

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His accent was thick, telling her he was not native to Amaryllis, just as she was not. Her own arabic accent was not so thick, since her family had come from an area not too far from here and had never been too pronounced anyways, but it was subtly there. It was most obvious when she spoke in the tongue of her homeland.

"Too much rest?" she scoffed at him, implying that he had gone soft. But as she looked over him it was clear that he was a fighter. He was missing part of his tail and his jaw was not quite right. Her eyes were appreciative, despite the suggestion. Tiamat could appreciate a warrior.

"No," she retorted. "Why? Are you afraid?" She wouldn't be surprised if he was. Many seemed wary of the mists these days, but this one seemed normal enough to her. She'd heard the warnings among the pride she and her sister had joined, but such superstition was beneath her. Though...it did seem as some of the lions in the pride had disappeared.


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She scoffed at his reply, and her implication did not fall past him without notice. His brows pulled into a scowl as he looked into her eyes.

"No." He growled softly. "Just enough." He threw an implication of his own into the retort. He may be weak, but he could still hold his own in a fight should she decide to underestimate him.

Her accent was faint, but it was something he'd never heard before. Wherever she was from, it was completely foreign to him. In fact, he'd never even imagined an accent quite like that. She spoke again and he drank in the uniqueness of her voice. However, the words she spoke were dangerous for her to utter. Not only had she put into question his strength, but now, also his bravery.

He shook his head briskly, a humorless scoff cutting off the low growl that had picked back up in his throat. "Why Should I be afraid?" He questioned, hiking a brow in interest.

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She had touched a nerve, if his scowl and growled response were any indication. Tiamat offered him a knowing smile. She did not doubt his prowess with the injuries he carried. Strong warriors were not the lions who walked around uninjured, but the ones that continued to fight despite their injuries. But that wouldn't stop the lioness from ruffling his feathers a bit. The gaze in her eyes did not match the words she spoke, after all. She looked at him with interest, not scorn.

"Everyone seems afraid these days," she said matter-of-factly with a shrug. "Apparently the mists have been taking lions." She looked about them, as if studying the mists. But this was different than the mist that seemed to have others worried. It wasn't as solid and seemed natural today, so she didn't worry. She was skeptical of what she had heard anyways

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Tyr had overlooked the previous gleam of appreciation in her eye, perhaps distracted by her challenging words. However, now he would notice the knowing smile she offered him, and the interest behind her eyes as she looked upon him. It was an admiration that fueled his ego, leading him to tolerate her presence much more readily.

His ears pulled slightly forward from their previously pinned position as he observed the battle scars that adorned her pelt. They were not lost to him, but unfortunately for her, their mere existence did not garner immediate respect from him as his did from her.

When she opened her mouth next, only words that added up to sheer nonsense spilled forth. "What?" This is the first he had heard of such a thing. It sounded ridiculous. She couldn't be serious – the mist was harmless air.

"Impossible! What fools believe a harmless mist could take a lion?" He growled, not believing her in the slightest. "I'm growing tired of your little game, Kvinne. You insult my strength, bravery and now my intelligence under the guise of playfulness?" He growled, lips curling upward to expose jagged, misaligned fangs. A warning... a kindness he would not have shown in his younger days.

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OOC: No apologies necessary! I love reading your boy.



His incredulity wasn't particularly surprising to Tiamat, considering she herself had been skeptical of the warnings and hushed whispers passing among the residents of Scilla Lagoon. Maybe it wouldn't have even been a big deal there, if some of the Sigrun children had not gone missing, including one of the royals. Tiamat had, as of yet, not seen evidence of such a strange mist, nor of lions being taken by it.

"You misunderstand," she said, her voice dropping low, her own warning of a sorts. She was playing no games; he had asked and she had answered. "There are no games here, sabiun" (boy). She used the term in her language rather than the common tongue, since he would understand it just as much as she had understood kvinne. "I tell you what the others say; not what I believe myself."

She snorted in derision; not at him, but at the absurdity of the idea that something as harmless as mist might be causing lions to disappear. Her gaze wandered off into the very mists that surrounded them, her stare harsher than before. "I do not believe it any more than you; though I can't deny that there are lions missing from the pride I am a member of."

She returned her cutting gaze to him. "You asked why you should be afraid, I told you why I thought you might be. I see that you are not one to fall for the superstitions that seem to plague this land these days."

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Holding back the wrath that easily boiled within his veins, the young Viking would allow the strange foreign woman to explain herself. There was a seriousness in her tone and a show of strength in her demeanor that told him that - as she said - there was no game this time. His threat would slowly diminish as he listened, seeing now that she was telling him the truth. The whispers she had heard were nonsensical... but it would seem the fact of the matter was that lions were beginning to disappear.

At her conclusion, Tyr would nod his head once. She had explained herself well enough. Now he too looked off into the mists that surrounded them. "Most superstition isn't worth its own weight." Tyr retorted, looking back and to both sides of the veil. His eyes narrowed with intrigue.

"Most." He would admit, as he did still hold his belief in the Old Gods of his homeland… and they were quite fond of working in just as mysterious ways as these. "However, I think it much more likely to be a mortal man at work... a coward stealing away unsuspecting victims... and using the shroud to hide himself." He mused, turning his gaze steadily back to the woman before him.

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It seemed that her intentions had been made clear to the man. If he was anything like her, he was more inclined to believe what he could see with his own eyes or what he knew from wherever he had come from. It was natural. She wouldn't admit to him that perhaps whatever was happening might have something to do with whatever deity the lions here might worship. She wasn't familiar enough with their customs to be able to really have concrete thoughts on the matter.

"My family had its own superstitions," she said with a shrug. "Mostly just desperate explanations for things they couldn't explain otherwise." Some was also steeped in tradition. Her family had their own gods, though they were not so much a part of their daily lives as the gods of others.

She nodded her head in agreement with him; he was speaking sense on the matter, where many others were treating it with hysterics. "Some of the ones missing from the pride are young," she admitted easily. Though not directly involved, it was impossible to avoid hearing news within the pride. "Maybe they just ran off, or got lost somewhere."

She offered him a wry smile. "So you aren't afraid of the mist. Then why say you hope nothing was chasing me?" She was genuinely curious. After all, he had clearly been running around. Why could she not have been doing the same out here on the flat grasslands?


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