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A'kiva herds several sheep for F'yire's tribe that he shears himself and turns into wool. Said wool he sometimes sells or trades, either in the tribe or out, for clothing to be made out of it.

In Svan's clan, A'kiva is the one they go to for healing minor cuts and bruises as he's the sole "healer" in the group of vieras. Anything out of his abilities though and they're being sent to Durriken or Taxir.

Kiva's hair was originally brown. It is a quirk of his sire's genes that all of his sons, like he, grey early no matter what color their hair was originally.

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It took a long while before Svangeir could sleep that night. He spoke to Taxir mostly to resolve his feelings around Cedrik, but of course the clan ended up in the way.

Its not too surprising. After all the two are tangled together. Cedrik was the ideal mate they wanted, and as it seems that there is something between them of course they would push the issue further. Only... in so doing it was driving the two further apart. Whether or not he likes that, the fact remains that the clan needed to be dealt with.

Being a mix of viera and miqo'te the clan did not adhere strictly to one or the other's customs rather it was a blend. Since Cedrik pointed it out, he understands that the people are a bit confused. The issue, however, was that he made himself very clear:

He was not going to sire. Svenja was his last kit and he was not going to take a female to bed. He had Maverick and A'kiva and that was all he was going to have. He reaffirmed this after Maverick's passing, and A'kiva was all he had left. They knew this. He fought them over this. Evidently it wasn't enough.

Well, it was going to be enough.

On the morrow he called for a clan meeting. And at Cedrik's advice, included F'yire, G'laice, Dion and Astvaldur - the heads of Diajik's former tribe, as well as Ruvhari'a and F'alcon to act as guards for his mate and daughters who would also be in attendance. On his back, was his gunblade. On his hip, his gun. And on his face was an unimpressed look. He addressed them:

"Today you have a choice to make," he says without preamble, "either accept me as your leader or choose another weaker member to take my place."

There's a ripple of a murmur through the clan, and he feels a few confused eyes from the tribe behind him. It was Gunnar of all people however, who asked, "I do not understand. Why?"

"I told you the day you elected me as your leader what my stipulations were - Maverick and A'kiva were to be the only mates I took and I was not going to sire." There were several flinches but most remained unaffected. "As we are not forced to live under the rules of either Seeker tribe or viera customs I have decided to embrace the ideas that you would be free to choose whom you wanted to mate and how - whether it would be permanent or not, so long as both parties had no conflictions over it.

"As your leader I had assumed I too was allowed to make my own decision on the matter. After all, I would not enforce it if I did not believe or practice it myself." Someone tried to call out to him but he spoke over them, coldly. "Clearly it is not the case. You do not like A'kiva. But more than that you have time and time again tried to force him out and now have tried to bring Cedrik into it, heedless of my own thoughts on the matter. That ends now. Pick."

It was silent for a long while before Njala speaks. "It would help, I think, if we knew who is to be clan head after you."

"It would help if he would stop coddling his whelp." Njala hisses her mate's name, and both Svenja and Flopsy bristle ready to jump in, but F'yire and Vhari both shake their heads. Svan remains impassive. "You have had ample time to train him. We gave you that time and you have done nothing with it."

He doesn't want to have this conversation here, infront of everyone. He doesn't want to compare his mate to the few boys he'd had to raise, no, discard, left to the wilds to die because they couldn't bring themselves to kill even an animal. He doesn't want to explain that he knows A'kiva would never be able to bring a weapon or spell against another person, even in defense. He doesn't.

"I am trained," A'kiva says. "Y' jus dun care for it." Her face curls into a snarl. "I can heal. I've dun so for plenty of you over the past year and so. I know how to make tonics, but also how to make poisons and gases and how to use them." He blinks. "...I can use a dagger." And that seems to startle many. He said dagger not a knife. A weapon, not a tool. "I ain't good at it, and I've never used it, but I know where to stab and how.

"But I'm not like Svangeir. I'm not like Cedrik. I can't do the things Flopsy does, nor have I been trained like Svenja is. And that is what you want and what I cannot be." Now any way. Svan believes with time his mate could. He does not know if he could bring himself to let him. His reaction to Taxir's suggestion is telling enough but... "And Svan's fine with it." More than. "And he's who matters."

There's much he could say here, if Svan wanted. He could say that they are hindering any attempts at him and Cedrik rekindling. That they are who is driving them apart. He could say that he has no feelings for his former mate. That he gave him up, had begun to move on, is still moving on and they're making matters worse. He could say they have hurt him deeply by their disregard of his desires. That he gave up much and that he wanted to have this.

He doesn't. He doesn't want to bring Cedrik in to this because it isn't fair to the older man. He is not to blame. And he doesn't say anything because ultimately they do not care. It wouldn't have gotten to this point if they did. Its a waste of his breath. So he stands there, impassive and unyielding.

"And we do not?" And that was the wrong thing to say.

"Your opinions on my mate do not and have never mattered. I do not owe any of you a damn thing. I did not even want this position but took it believing that as the one amongst us who had the most experience outside the Wood I could ease you all into this new and scary world. I stayed because my mate begged me to and despite every part of me wanting to just resign and leave you all to your fate I am still giving you the choice to pick. Stop making me regret my decision and choose. My patience is waning."

"Why will you not just take Cedrik and be done with this?"

"My relationship with Cedrik is none of your business."

Before things could get heated the blue haired viera chimes in: "It isn't." And they turn to look at him. "What is between Svangeir and I is for us to decide alongside A'kiva as he is Svangeir's mate and your meddling is doing nothing but straining what we have. We have not been together since before Svenja's birth and since then things have changed. Further, I do not appreciate your attempts of aiding me and tearing down A'kiva and his relationship with Svangeir in doing so." He turns to Njala. "If the clan still wishes for a male to lead there is Gunnar, he is Svangeir's second. If the clan wishes for a female leader there are plenty to choose from."

She nods. "We have our options and our current leader has given our choices. We may stay with him and accept he will not sire another child, that A'kiva will remain his sole mate until he decides otherwise if ever and we will no longer address this going forward. We may pick another canidate to lead us in his stead as he steps down." What happens to them in that scenario is uncertain, but Njalla suspects her son will take his family and leave. "Or," and this is where she has the most interest. "As always we are free to leave."

There is silence only for a moment before A'zehya and several other miqo’te women move. "G'laice and F'yire have already offered for us to join. We will rejoin our sisters in the tribe."

Flopsy moves to stand with F'alcon and Ruvhari'a as the women walk by. He doesn't trust them with his other father but trusts his mate and G'laice will handle them. For now he'll keep his distance.

A few Viera and miqo’te couples stepped forward. "What if some of us wish to stay?"

Svan shrugs. "Be my guests."

With that the clan was split into two. Njala's mate and a few of the women left the grounds. And Svan believes will leave the Shroud all together. She doesn't look back at his dam, he notes. He knows they argued for years over him specifically. And while he was growing he never saw what kind of relationship they had. He imagined it was close... but mayhaps not. And while he never liked the other woman, he does mourn for his mother, even if he's overjoyed that she remains with him.

Most of the kits and their moms remain, and with winter approaching he ushers them all to gather warm clothing and blankets and whatever they may need.

"You weren't really going to leave me in charge... were you?" Gunnar asked meekly.

"If they wanted it." Svan shrugged in answer, and Gunnar grimaced.

With that, tensions eased and all returned to their homes, a lighter air upon them. Still, Svan kept his family close, not wanting any of them out of his sight.

That night, Flopsy bade they join him and F'yire and his kits. And Svan couldn't refuse. It was a tight squeeze for all of them but they managed - F'yire and Flopsy with the former's kits from S'yal cuddled into them, F'alcon and Vhari and their kit not too far, G'laice on the other side of F'yire and whom he pushed his daughters and A'kiva to, his mate's mom and his sister near them, and he and his mother within reach.

A large sprawling family of viera and miqo’te.

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Quarry

A'kiva follows behind their kit, amused, as she waddles through the village only stopping to bend down and catch herself before righting back up and going onwards. She refused to let him carry her, fussing all the while until he let her down to wander and while he knows the village as large as it was would keep an eye on her, even a year later, he's yet awed that he has a kit, and still can't bear to have her out of his sight.

So he follows the little viera, wondering what it is exactly she is looking for. Its only a little while later he has his answer:

From outside one of the largest tents comes F'yire, his mates, and his advisors, the leaders of this mismash of a tribe. One of which, is his mate and father of his kit, Svangeir.

A'caedia squeals and somehow waddles faster, running into her father's leg to hug it. Having found her quarry, she begs Svan to pick her up and hold her. The sight of which giving A'kiva a fuzzy warm feeling.

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I shall be cheeky and toss one your way, should you wish to answer it (and for as many characters as you wish!)

How far would your OC go to protect others from harm? Have they ever accepted injury or suffering in order to keep others safe? Would they do so again?

Svan has and will kill to protect his loved ones. He killed a man who was going to kill his daughter Svenja if he didn't trade over A'kiva for her. He certainly killed Kiva's Nunh for the attrocities he commited to that tribe and any and all voidsent that has been trying to claim his mate cause of said Nunh.

To protect a random kit he happily lost his arm, and nearly his life. And he'd have done it again in a heart beat.

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All Saint's Wake is back.

Yay... I guess. At least this time there's nothing bad goin' on like turnin' people inna monsters... Dunno why we're 'elping the voidsent learnin' 'ow to "nicely scare" people though.

At least we stopped the not-so-nice voidsent from doing... whatever they were planning by turnin' them into pumpkins! (I dun wanna think if all the pumpkins are voidsent; I'mma do m'self a favor and say "no".)

Anyroad, its A'caedia's first All Saints Wake! She's a bit too small for a cossie, so we opted t' just dress her in an orange onsie wit a green cap that won't bother 'er growing floppy ears. She seems t' like the marshmallow ghosts like I do, cooing at them and tryin' t' reach out and touch them. Its adorable. We are keepin' 'er away from the Haunted House. I dun like the feel of it in there, and there are voidsent...

Svan is worried my voidsent may come for me since... y'know, easier time t' cross over 'n all an' I dun disagree... But I did wanna go and see all the cute decorations...

...I think it'll be ok.

I hope so. And if not... well I got me a battle bun.

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And to have A'kiva's and Svan's by themselves:

You can get your own made right here!

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Grievance

When Cedrik first came to he saw the ceiling of a tent. That was odd. Wasn't he in the forest? He doesn't remember coming back. Vision blurry, confused and exhausted he closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.

The next time he awakes he feels he can move. As he tries to sit up he feels a hand push him back into the bed. "Lay back down," he hears from a familiar voice. "The healers would be cross with me if I let you sit up."

Cedrik looks over and sees Njala, Svangeir's mother a smile on her face. He was in the healer's tent. He lays back down, looking wildly about. Last he remembered he was with Svan and - A'kiva, the kit. Where...? "What... happened?"

Njala looks serious as she gets comfortable in her seat. "My son brought you, A'kiva, Loki and a small kit with him from the woods. Taxir, Durriken and the Matriarch were attending to Ruvhari'a's family and were ready to receive you.

"From the report Svangeir made you both were being chased by voidsent on your way back to us when you suddenly fell, likely due to blood loss. My son was able to hoist you upon his back and carry you the rest of the way. Were it not for Xynal's timely rescue, guiding G'laice, Svenja, and Sanskir to you, you all would have been lost..."

There's a warmth in Cedrik's chest, even as he says, "He should have left me behind."

Njala scoffed. "My son yet cares for you even if he may not love you." She nods over to her right and Cedrik found an empty chair with his eyes. "Since you all have been brought here he has not left save for when he is needed."

"A'kiva and the kit are here then? Are they well? Whose kit was it?"

"A'kiva is alive. His fever broke this morn. As for the kit..." She pauses. And he fears for the worse. "Once the tribes have quieted and all were accounted for, we looked to see who could be the parents. The kit belonged to no one. She has no family.

"Svangeir is out currently doing another round of checking but..." Cedrik nods. She smiles and stands. "I will leave you to your rest." He watches her leave and then closes his eyes, the peace and quiet helping him drift off long before Svan returned.



When Cedrik wakes again there is no one by his bedside. He thinks its late as it feels dark in the tent, lit only by a candle. His eyes catch something, however - a glint of metal. It was an arm. A metal arm. Attached to a fair skinned dark haired viera male. Svangeir.

The man was slightly slouched in his chair, arms crossed and head bowed, asleep. Cedrik's eyes soften. The man no longer considers them mates, but he will always think of Svan as such. His beautiful black swan.

He's startled to hear a sharp cry and watches as Svan wakes and swiftly rises and goes to his right. He follows him and notes his mate goes to a bed... a crib... the kit.... and watches as he picks her up, rocks her slightly and then goes to get a bottle to feed her all in practiced movements.

He imagines the man doing this to his daughter Svenja - and with one arm at that - making a sharp longing rise up in his chest. He missed it. All of it.

He couldn't take Svan with him. They had young bucks, just on the cusp of majority panicking, upset. It wasn't a good environment for his wounded mate to be in, and even if they were older and able to help, they had to be on the move. It was better for Svan to stay in his birth village.

Initially he tried to stay in the area. He wanted to make sure his mate was going to live, that another bear wouldn't come attack, to visit his mate perhaps, especially. He was denied. Repeatedly. Even with Njala trying to vouch for him. Eventually he had to move, the bucks were getting restless and he knows his mate would put them first. Always such a caring soul to young ones...

And so he did and he mourned. Not in that his mate was dead, he knew him. Svan would make it. But he mourned the loss of his presence, holding him, talking to him.

He wished he could have seen him with his daughter. Seen his daughter at all. See if she looked like him, like her mother, a mix. He wanted to see Svan.

But with him having to send his mate away for fear of his life... perhaps it was best. Perhaps... it was his punishment. He turns over, not wanting to see anymore, be lost in memories and what ifs and tries to fall back asleep.



He awakes the next day to see A'kiva in the chair, holding the kit. Its a viera he notes, with white hair and slightly floppy ears. A'kiva smiles down at him. "Yer awake." He nods and tries to keep his eyes straying from the chair he last saw Svan in. "'Ow're y'feelin'? D'ya thin y'can eat sumthin?"

"Am I allowed to sit up?"

Kiva seems to ponder that. "I thin' so."

The man sits up, feeling a bit weak. He turns just in time to see Kiva stand and limp over to a table, adjusting his hold on the kit to pick up a bowl before returning and handing it to him, spoon already in it. Cedrik takes it, keeps his eyes on it and focuses on spooning food. "Have you eaten?" he asks.

He doesn't look to see if Kiva nods. "Yah. 'Bout a bell ago."

"Are you well?" He asks these things mostly out of obligation. He doesn't hate A'kiva, though he doesn't know him well enough to truly like him. He's just... upset. From last night and his thoughts.

"We're alright... Loki's alive... th' kit is well an' I..." A'kiva pauses. "I can walk." That's good. And he says so aloud, but despite just eating he isn't heavy from the food, but his heart. "Are... ya alright?" No. No he wasn't.

Aloud he says, "I... am tired." A lie.

A'kiva takes his mostly empty bowl from him. "We'll let ya sleep." He's sure he's given a bright or hopeful smile but he can't look at the smaller male right now, nodding and laying back down, curling up on his side. He hears the tent flap open and close and he assumes the male took the kit so she wouldn't wake him.

He curls away from the door and tries to sleep with some success.

He wakes perhaps a bell or two later, facing the chair that is now occupied. Its Svangeir. Cedrik wants to be happy to see him, but all he can feel is deep sorrow.

"How are you feeling?"

He turns over onto his back with a quiet sigh. "I am fine." He glances over and notes that Svan is wearing half a shirt, exposing his stomach... and some bandages. He's not sure what makes him say it, either sadness or guilt but, "You should have left me."

"I refused to." And Cedrik is unsure what that's supposed to mean. Did he feel grateful for protecting A'kiva? Did he feel he had to as clan head? He knows what he wants it to mean but Svan made it clear he wants nothing to do with the older buck. And he respects his younger m- ...He shouldn't think of him like that.

They remain quiet for a short while. Cedrik still refusing to look at the other male, feeling his heart sink ever deeper. All that he would want to say, he has said. "Just because we are no longer mates does not mean I don't care for you still."

Cedrik feels his face contort into a snarl and he turns away from him. "I did not make that decision."

"Cedrik-"

"Leave. Just... leave..." He waits, feeling Svan's eyes on him for several breaths before his ears hear the man stand. He watches him leave through the tent flaps and its then and only then he curls up tightly and allows himself to cry.

He isn't sure how long its been when he feels another presence in the tent. His eyes immediately drift towards the opening and it is Njala once more. "...Svan asked you to come here."

"He did," she agrees, seeing no reason to hide it. She sits in the chair beside his bed. He doesn't move. "He says his presence upsets you."

He scoffs. "Of course it does. How can he claim he yet cares when he was the one to push me away? Still pushes me away!"

"That is not how Svangeir sees it. You know this. We asked him to die to our people, to us, when we bade him leave. True, twas for his life, but that does not make his feelings of betrayal and hurt any less real."

"I was going to follow him. The moment the bucks under our care were well enough to live on their own I would leave and not come back."

"Did you tell him thus?" His silence and his flattened ears spoke for itself. "He had no reason to believe you would come for him," she says kindly. "He made peace with the idea you no longer loved him, though that is not the case."

And now he has A'kiva he thinks. A man just a few years old enough to be considered a budding warder who he loved and protected dearly, who he would leave the clan over for. He tries not to think of him as either a kit or with bitterness. He wasn't the enemy and it wasn't his fault. He has no control over Svan's feelings. He should move on, but he... can't. He promised Svan forever, that his hair and tail didn't matter - he'd love him all the same.

Njala is quiet for a moment. "I will tell you this and what you do with said information is up to you: Svangeir yet loves you. Mayhaps not as a mate, but he would not yet have feelings for you, good or bad, if he did not care. He may never take you back as a mate, but you will not win him back, mate or friend, unless you come to terms with A'kiva and ease Svan's worries with the clan."

He glances to her at that. He had little qualms with getting close to A'kiva. He was giving the miqo'te space because it was obvious he made him uncomfortable, but what was with - "The clan?"

"While the clan is more tolerant of A'kiva, should you wish to persue a relationship with my son, they would not hesitate to demand A'kiva's presence removed."

Cedrik frowns. "Svan would not stand for that and neither would I. He makes him happy."

"But they see you as the more suitable mate."

"...Why are you helping me?"

She raises a red brow. "You love my son as much as A'kiva does and I know how hard it was for you to give him up not once, but twice. If you joining them brings them and you all happiness, so be it. If they are better off with out you, then I pray my words give you peace." She stands as Dion comes into the tent to tend to him, leaving through the flaps, but with the silloette he sees outside, remains close by.

He answers the miqo'te's questions when prompted but for the most part is left to his own thoughts.

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(so A'kiva went through Haukke Manor... the real one and not the All Saint's haunted house)

Svangeir carried A'kiva to their tent. Though they have since agreed to stay permanently here in the Bloodclaw Tribe led by F'yire and G'laice, their new homes were yet to be built. Still, in the near catatonic state his mate was in, perhaps it was better they were on the ground.

Several of the clan members had come up to meet them only to be worried over the state of a clinging, quiet and terror-filled miqo'te - a far cry from before. Svan assured Kiva would be alright and did not stop until his mate was deep in their furs and cuddled up with both their tapirs along with a very tired Loki.

The sponge silkie had not left A'kiva's side once the moment it felt the presence of voidsent and even viciously attacked a few that got too close for his master's liking with several spews of bubbles and water to the face, even before Svan could quickdraw and fire.

The viera left and quickly returned with a large meal for the small fluffy animal. Both as a reward and to help it regain its strength. It was gobbled up rather quickly and if it wasn't for the silkie immediately curling up to sleep afterwards in the crook of Kiva's neck, Svan may have gotten another piece of meat or favorite snack if the poor thing was that hungry.

He sighed and began to dress down for bed and gently do the same for A'kiva before joining his mate. Immediately he was cuddled with and he happily took his mate in his arms.

Thanks to the tapirs he wasn't likely to have nightmares, but that doesn't mean sleep was going to be pleasant. A'kiva seemed to know this and tried to stay awake. But eventually he succumbed to the siren call and Svan wasn't much far behind.

(ye, he wants nothing to do with that duty again >> ever)

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"Fadir, I have a question," Flopsy starts as he approaches the older male.

Svan looks up from the forge and, once he's at a stopping point, sets his work aside. "What is it?"

The brighter bun looks away with a slight flush. "Vhari mentioned that if G'laice and F'yire need help with their Nuhn duties, I could..."

He feels green eyes on him as he's asked, "You wish to know if any of my warders have sired with A'kiva's tribe." He nods and spies out the corner of his eye Svangeir crossing his arms. "One has approached a female, yes, and have been successful, for now. We have yet to have the baby be born."

Flopsy swallowed. "When...?"

"Soon. According to Taxir and Durriken, the baby is alive and healthy. We will see if they take after one parent or the other, perhaps in the next few days." He pauses and then asks, "Astvaldur, do you wish to sire?"

And he blushes. "I... enjoy helping out with the kits. Seeing F'yire play with his own... I wanna give that to him. Give... him some of mine..."

Svan smiles. "I think your mate would like that."

"What about A'kiva?" And he regrets asking with how long it takes for his father to reply.

Svan sighs. "It's not the same." And he doesn't elaborate. "But I have been thinking about it. We'll see."

Confused but not sure what to say, Flopsy leaves his father to his thoughts as he goes to find his mate to inquire about his.

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Lead

A'kiva wakes and goes about his morning routine. It takes him a moment to realize his mate is still in bed, still asleep, instead of up and about already. Tail flicking he turns, and notes that Svangeir's brow is furrowed slightly. And when he lightly brushes his hand against it he can feel how hot he is. He has a fever.

Kiva frowns. He wants to stay and take care of him. But they both have obligations. And so he makes a wet rag to place gently on his forehead, hoping to cool him a bit before he leaves their tent and goes to his potion lessons, stopping to tell one of the tribe healers that his mate was in need of looking after.

Once his lessons were done and it was later in the day he pauses. Svan forges in the morning and then has meetings if he recalls. He isn't going to let any one wake his mate up when he needs rest. And so he makes the decision to go in his mate's stead.

Were he mate to a proper Nuhn... well if the Nuhn was sick there would be a fight for his position, but as the favorite or mate of one, he could take up the non-mating duties, and he plans on doing just that for his own. They weren't a traditional Seeker tribe. Weren't even a tribe to begin with. They ran on different rules. And A'kiva firmly believes that since his mate cannot lead, as mate to clan head, it is his obligation to lead in his place until he can.

So, head held high he walks to where they were to meet. He sees his mate's head warder - Gunnar if he recalls - and his second, now Cedrik (he tries to not grimace at him, he still makes him uncomfortable). He sees his previous... not quite matriarch in A'zehya, his mother and one of his distant aunts. And finally he sees his mate's mother - Njala -, her mate, the one that challenge Svan over him and lost, Svenja, and another viera female whose name he does not recall. They are unbothered by him. It was normal for him to come to these meetings. But after a moment of no sign of Svan they look to him.

"Svan's sick," he says simply.

"Perhaps we ought to post-pone the meeting," A'zehya suggests.

"Why?" They turn to stare at A'kiva. He forces himself to not curl inwards. "'M 'is mate ain' I? He ain' here, yah, but I can take 'is place fer th' day."

The other parts of the clan look amongst each other. "What he says is true," Njala speaks. "As Svangeir is not here it falls to his mate to take up his duties, does it not?" With that settled the meeting continues.

Like normal, A'kiva brings his own input to the discussion and listens to everyone else's. This time, though, instead of deferring to his mate's judgement, they defer to him. It makes him uncomfortable, but he convinces himself that if he thinks Svan would agree or disagree to the idea, he would do the same.

As the meeting goes on, several others of the clan walk by and stop and stare. Interested. Kiva ignores them and stays focused on his self assigned task. The other leaders of their sects of the clan seemed content with how things were going. Or at least he thought so.

Still he wasn't surprised when someone spoke out about him taking his mate's place. "You are leading the tribe now?" calls out a viera, halting the discussion a bit.

"No. Svan's too sick t' lead. I took up 'is duties in 'is stead fer the day." As is his right.

She hums. "Which means you are clan head then. As such, I challenge you for the position." Of course.

"Svan ain' here. Ya want t' fight fer it, yer gonna wait."

"You're his mate. Accept the challenge in his stead."

A'kiva holds his head high and says soft yet loudly, "Svan dun need th' tribe. He was chosen cus of his strength an' he took the position t' giv ya'll direction in th' new world ya liv in."

When the Viera opens her mouth he continues, "He dun wan it. He stays cus I asked 'im t'." They stare. Kiva feels familiar approving eyes and he fights to not smile. Instead he gestures to his tribe and the young Viera women. "Cus they need it. An' he's th' best one fer it. If ya wan t' be beat that badly ya can wait til ya 'ave a fight." He hears several snickers but keeps his face passive. "Anythin' else?"

Now cowed, the meeting goes on for a few more moments before everyone disperses. Svenja immediately comes up to tell him she was proud he stood his ground on the matter. He even caught sight of Njala's approving gaze, as well as his mother's. He just flushes and says to his... daughter... that he only did what he thought her father would have done and prayed it was enough.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a flash of white and pale and he hides a smile. He knows they worry about him, but he can't help but see G'laice as a brother if not a father-figure. And it makes him very happy to see that the man followed him just to look out for him. He hopes he made him proud.

Once Svenja was off for her own training he returns to his tent, and is both unsurprised and sad that his mate hasn't moved at all. He replaces the rag with a fresh one and sits by the man's side for a while, quietly changing it when it starts to get too warm.

He supposes its been a bell when Svan's eyes finally open before they close immediately afterwards and he groans softly. "What time is it?"

"Late." He hears his mate swear as he tries to sit up. "Th' meetin's are over wit. I took care of 'em." That makes his mate pause and look at him.

"...Did they give you trouble?" He isn't sure if the hoarseness makes his mate sound more menancing or not.

"One tried t' fight wit me o'er th' position. I told 'em if they wanna be beat they can wait til yer better."

The older male snorts, amused and lays back down. He slips a quiet "good boy" and Kiva flushes with a wiggle of his ears. HIs mate doesn't seem upset that he took over, but then, he supposes, Svan wouldn't be that way. "C'mere," the older male says, and happily Kiva curls up with him.

"Feel better?"

"Well I have you back in bed with me. I should think so." Kiva pouts at him as he laughs but just snuggles closer. That isn't what he was asking but he can't help but feel better himself, having his mate's arms around him.

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Imperfections

What is one thing you dislike about yourself that your lover likes?

A'kiva has been pondering on this question for a long while since it was posed to him days before in preparation he assumes for Saint Valentoine's Day the coming moon.

And.. how does one answer that? Is it physical? Is it a skill? Is it a trait?

He supposes it really wouldn't matter as its just one thing as opposed to every little thing, but then the question still stands:

What does Svan like about him that A'kiva doesn't?

Kiva refuses to believe its how he is. For many reasons but ultimately - he wants to improve. He's going to improve and while he has a sort of understanding that Svan liking who he is now doesn't mean he doesn't want A'kiva to improve or that he would hate the miqo'te improving... he feels its best for him to not think too hard on it.

He also quickly dismisses all of his traits because again tied in with improvements that he doesn't want to think about right now.

So physical.

Well he likes his hair. Its the last thing he has of his sire and brothers after all. His eyes aren't his favorite attribute but he doesn't hate them either. Sort of... neutral to them. His pupils are Seeker normal. His ears and tail-

He pauses in thought. His tail... was something he definitely didn't like. At all. It was too short. No one else in his tribe had one as short as his into adulthood. And he was teased endlessly by it, always being called a child.

Svan though... Svan never saw it that way. He pets it at times, marveling at how it moves. Likes when it curls against his hand or against him. In fact, he would claim its Svan's favorite feature of his if he didn't know what actually was: his eyes. And not the colour of them either.

He glances down at his tail as it flicks, almost to say hi to him. He thinks he could learn to like it. Svan already does.

And what is one thing your lover dislikes about them self that you like?

A'kiva... doesn't think there is a shortage of things, but then Svan has mostly accepted the way he is. He doesn't like how cumbersome his prosthetic is, but he doesn't hate having one or having lost his arm...

But... there are things that other people don't like about his mate: the fact he has a tail, has dark hair. He and Svenja take pride in their black hair and Svenja loves the fact her father has a tail (and wishes she too inherited it) but he could see how Svan, a younger Svan, could have hated looking different like he does currently.

He does like Svan's tail. Its cute and fluffy. He's pretty sure he wouldn't care what color hair his mate could have had, but the glossy black with his emerald eyes suits him too well for him to see him any other way.

But if A'kiva had to choose, and strictly going off of other people because he's pretty sure Svan doesn't care what others think about his looks anymore, he would say his mate's nose.

An odd choice, sure, but he loves the fact its slightly hooked. It makes for interesting nuzzles. And the imprint of it against his face is so distinct from any one else's he knows immediately its his mate. He also likes the little dark hairs on it. They're more than visible enough to give what most others would think is an odd discolouration but also soft like his tail and ears that A'kiva just adores.

He stands from his place by the river and heads towards their tent. Thinking about the older male has made him miss his presence. If he isn't there, at least he can smell him until he gets home.

((Originally the questions were going to be:

Name one imperfection about yourself that your lover likes

Name one imperfection about your lover that you like

Buuut the questions I used I think fit A'kiva's mind better.

Happy Saint Valentoine's Event while I'm at work... that I should be asleep for but ain't!))

[thechroniclesofhriddick]

I have so many smols with tols. Yes pls..please...

Gpose and I are gonna fight

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

[thechroniclesofhriddick]

Day 26: Sofie Halle

I was debating on saving them for their birthday coming up this week, but its after the count so... we'll start here.

Sofie is one of my older characters and is one I have put into many situations as such.

So, we're going to start with their beginnings.

Sofie came about from a futuristic RP in where we as a race have gone out into space and started to colonize. Her full name is Sofie Aran Halle-Garner.

She was born to a couple who, on their planet, were a Duke and Duchess and as such had raised Sofie with the intent of marrying her well. While planet-side they were considered noble, in the grand scheme of things, unless their daughter married into the military, she would get no standing.

It was a boon then, that they were able to marry her off to a Joseph Garner - a man high up in the military in an arranged marriage.

Sofie of course wasn't too happy with this, but went a long with it and for a while it was fine. Her husband was away for months on end, and she could pretend to be herself in a big lonely house.

It all changed when she got pregnant. At about 5-6 months her husband came home from tour and without warning attacked her enough for her to be hospitalized and she lost her child. That was the final straw for her, and while she couldn't bring her husband to justice she did the next best thing - she became a legal machinist - the RP's version of a cyborg by uploading her brain into a cybernetic one, changed her name, identity and went off grid.

She only resurfaced again as Skellington Gears - her machinist name and by then had come to use either Gears or Skelly as their name dependent on whether they wanted to be male or female.

As the RP went on they came across several other characters, one of which ended up being an AI they named Orcaedia and, seeing as how the AI liked to be that of a child, ended up being a parent to it. Even going so far as to call it a girl.

From there Sofie ended up becoming Sebastian. And instead of being a genderfluid character he ended up being a trans one.

This has carried over into the Fallout RP I mentioned earlier with Kivaeran though it didn't get that far despite being close to ~300 pages long across 2 google docs.

I have brought him over to FFXIV and he was a female viera before I fantasia'd him over to a male one upon their release. You know him as Svangeir Hrid.

(I did make him as a hyur originally but I like the way he looks as a viera now)

The moniker "Gears" came about due to his original design.

I described them as a cyborg with very little pieces of their human self left. Only the left side of their face and their right hand are what's left of their flesh. The right side of their face has a glass casing exposing moving gears, and same as their left forearm. (Hence the name).

In FFXIV it translates to his right eye having a scar and me using the arm piece below as a stand in for a metal arm at least when he's in casting/aiming gear (for the love of the Twelve SE remove role restrictions on glamour already):

His backstory in FFXIV is widely different.

Though in game he's a Veena, he's actually a Rava Viera from the mountains where light hair is seen to be the ideal coloring for blending in.

According to his mother, where he got his green eyes from, his father was the one to have such dark hair (which he passed down to Svenja). Njalla, his mother, always knew Svan was going to be a boy (mother's intuition) and so named him as such. That, combined with his hair color, and that he had a tail made him outcasted by his fellow clanmates.

Of course as viera boys do, he is taken by a warder band and learns how to live in the mountains. He gets strong and seasoned enough for the does to consider him good enough to sire and he does. At some point, he meets Cedrik and the two form their own warder band and become mates.

And then comes the loss of his arm.

The year Svenja was born the warders found a rogue bear-like creature heading to the village and go to aid the warrior women there. In the battle, Svan loses his arm defending a small kit and as a reward, they let him recover amongst them.

Svenja's mother, seeing that their daughter has her sire's hair, and acknowledging his sacrifice both names the kit after him and allows him into her home to aid in raising their daughter for his stay.

He leaves after about a year though, because it is very clear the village doesn't want him there, and he doesn't like living underneath their stifling rules.

Despite being able to track down and find his band by himself, Cedrik, thinking for his best interests, bades him to leave for Dalmasca.

And after coming back to talk to his mother, she does the same. Svan... did not take either of their pleas well, but did as they asked as, he wasn't welcomed elsewhere and struck out to find Dalmasca himself.

He never made it. He was captured and sent to Garlemald. It wasn't the worst stay. They did give him a ceruleum arm, and allowed him to work on their machines since he seemed to have a good aptitude for it, but he knew he was being watched and wasn't exactly welcomed, so when the stars aligned and he and several others could escape to Eorzea, they did.

The rest of his backstory is rather long so I'll shorten it a bit here:

He does meet Maverick and get married to him. He meets with Xynal and Vhari and their free company of budding adventurers and joins them in fighting for Bozja's freedom.

He meets A'kiva and saves him and his immediate family from their Nuhn (and Kiva goes to Bozja to speak with Svan again). And while there, they take down a ship carrying conscripts that held his mother, his daughter and what would soon be his adopted son Astvaldur/Flopsy and the start of the Hrid clan.

Much everything else you can find on the blog I made for them I believe.

Currently he lives in Diajik's tribe as his clan's head until they can relocate to another part of the Shroud.

Canon classes for him are gunbreaker, machinist and sage. While he technically does know how to use the arcane, he isn't skilled enough to consider himself either a scholar or a summoner. He does know how to use the lance/spear as that was his weapon prior to leaving Golmore and is more than capable of fighting with his bare hands and feet though he'll deny being a pugilist/monk.

[thechroniclesofhriddick]

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