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ALRIGHT LISTEN UP. i have not been here in along time and i’m not going to be here anymore. BUT that does not mean i am not rping oddr. i have moved him onto a multi muse blog because it’s just easier. if any of you still want to rp with me or have him with your muses, then follow me here. i love you all and you’re great
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“ It’s the mead talking nothing more. ”
❝ Oh? I did not notice you had enough for it to start talking on its own. ❞
👌 >_>
❝ I am giving you at least a little something to keep going for, am I not? ❞
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don’t know if i’m in the mood to really write but like this and i’ll pop in your IM?
Like most children, he became exuberant over little things, was often curious about the forbidden and had difficulty keeping his room clean – – but there were glimpses more and more often of the man he would BECOME. James grabbed Oddr’s sleeve when Oddr made a move toward an old yew tree near the ruins. “Nae. Tis’ there ta protect us against spirits tha’ might dwell within,” he explained.
James went over to some shrubbery instead, tearing off the thickest branches he could reach. It never occurred to him that Oddr’s beliefs could differ, despite knowing the Viking was very old.
He stopped the moment the other grabbed hold of his sleeve, looking down to James as he explained the reason the tree was there. There were similar sort of protections that he had heard of, some that he had used as well, but to find something from a different culture that meant so much always fascinated him. He nodded and looked towards the tree before gathering some sticks from the brush that had fallen and dried.
Once a decent pile had been gathered, he took a dried piece of bark, leaves, and a flint, striking the flint with another rock until embers fell on the leaves and blowing until a blaze caught. The fire was moved to the other sticks, waiting until a decent enough fire had been started. ❝ If you can find a big, dried stick that will work as a torch, you can carry it when we go in. ❞
“Yeah, well, when you work with theatre techs you get used to having that sort of stuff on you at all times. I swear, the number of times those guys have glue-gunned themselves together…” Alex trailed off into silence, shaking his head in disbelief even as he grinned a little. For all his grouching he did love his job and the people he worked with, and if it meant he got to help other (ridiculously attractive) people from time to time, when he was actually feeling nice enough to do so? Well, that was just an advantage. “And you’re welcome. I was just helping out.”
Though he did not know the sort of job the other had, nor did he understand the consequences of being glue-gunned to something, he found his curiosity had been piqued. A small smile spread to his lips and he nodded his head once. ❝ I am grateful. But your job has people that get hurt a lot. What would theatre techs do that get them hurt so often to have a medical kit on standby? ❞
—— (x) GUNS ARE COCKED THE MOMENT that he’s brought to the gate’s walls. “GUYS, PUT THEM DOWN!” she hollers up at miller && monroe. her reply to his question had been lost the moment she saw the first few shots fired. running ahead, now she was at the foot of their gate with suspicious eyes looming along her. arms are stretched out as if to protect her grounder friend.
“NO SHOOTING!” she says again, and they stand down, begrudgingly. the gate then opens to reveal a pissed off bellamy, brandishing the gun. dax && roma flank him. finn && octavia loom behind them, guns pointed at the ground but in their hands. what the hell do you think you’re doing, princess? we just got finished with lincoln. it’s a rough gruff from the hundred king and she puts her hand on his gun. bellamy isn’t looking at her, jaw set as he stares down the grounder.
“he’s nationless, alright? and he could be useful to us. he knows a lot about the area and how to survive on the land,” clarke insists.
we don’t need him. we’ve survived this long without him. just like we didn’t need lincoln. for all we know lincoln could have sent this guy to kill us, clarke. don’t you ever think?
bellamy, she’s right. comes finn’s rasped voice. bell, please, octavia has come forward. bellamy bristles at her voice but clarke can see his hesitation. and finally, against himself, he softens and relinquishes his hold on his rifle, bringing it to his side. but he’s still glaring hard at oddr. the moment he does, dax and roma do as well.
“he stays locked in the dropship. and if any of you disobey that. i’ll kill you myself.” clarke casts oddr a feeble apologetic gaze.
the moment he heard the guns cocked, his back tensed and his grip tightened on the strap of his bag, trying to hold himself back from reaching in and grabbing one of the pelts right from it. in order to protect himself. with clarke there, he did not have to worry about getting shot or hurt. it would go the same with the rest of her crew, being the only thing keeping him from lashing out when it was deserved.
as one of the kids came forward and began to talk to her, he hung back and listened as his gaze moved towards the wall and each of those that held guns in their hand. he understood their paranoia, understood that they had to be on guard. but that did not mean he appreciated it any.
and the came the comment of him staying locked up. the corner of his left eye twitched as she looked back to him, tempted to open his mouth and decline the invitation. but if one of the others had seen why she had brought him there, then maybe he could deal with it. he would have to find a compromise to being kept locked up.
his gaze moved past clarke to the others that were watching. ❝ i can teach you how to make snares for smaller prey and where to hunt without any worries. i do not pose threat, but if one of you try to do something to me, i will not hold back. even guests have their limits. ❞ his gaze moved towards clarke before he stepped closer to stand next to her.
“ I believe you are old and wise enough to figure that out for yourself. ” Eyelashes fluttered, a cheerful laugh parting the herbalist’s lips as she took the wooden plate. “ - you have become submissive dear. Sometimes I really do wonder if there isn’t someone out there holding this bear on a leash. ” Teeth grazed her bottom lip to suppress a chuckle as she moved back to the fire to add the pieces of meat to the already simmering soupy texture. For a moment she directed her gaze back over he shoulder in Oddr’s direction, her tongue once again flashing his way. It always surprised her to see how much at ease he seemed when visiting her place, his behaviour so unlike how he acted amongst most others. Still, Helga wouldn’t wanted to have it any other way.
❝ I am only a few years older than you. Do not talk as if I am twice your age. ❞ Yet he grinned to the tease nonetheless and chuckled, watching as she walked with the plate and shaking his head to the comment. If there was anyone out there hold him on a leash, it would be her. The thought passed out of his mind as quickly as it came however, unsure if it was wise for him to say that.
His attention was back where he thought it needed to be as she stuck her tongue out at him, doing the same back to her before moving towards one of the seats. He sat down and rested against the table, watching her work at the stew and wondering if this was what it would be like if he did get himself married, if he was able to find someone for him out there. Yet why would he want anyone else with Helga there with him, glad that she had not been taken from him by another.
IT’S PURE, UNFILTERED SPITE that drives murphy’s head to the side, scoffing at oddr’s kind gesture. ❝ i’ll pass. ❞ and it would’ve been delivered with a little more bite if he wasn’t busy chewing on his bottom lip — into my other form — when he’s realized just what that means. he almost wants to protest. ( almost. )
❝ whatever, go nuts. ❞ his back scratches against the bark of the log when he sinks lower in his seat. he’ll find a crackling remnant of wood to stare at, but at every signal of movement, his eyes flick to glance at oddr. it’s not about trust here, because he DOESN’T trust oddr ; not that murphy would disclose it, but he’s curious — the same way the people on the ark were curious about the earth.
EVEN WITH THE REJECTION, the pelt is folded once before laid across the log, as if to say that it was there for him if, and when, he needed it. the nights got cold without something proper to cover and he knew murphy would get little sleep like that. he took his grizzly pelt and draped it over him, body shifting to the shape of a bear as he stretched out.
paws moved forward on the ground and his claws dug slightly into it, curling up into himself a moment later and breathing out a deep sigh. he backed up just slightly so he could have some distance between him and the fire, neither wanting to be too warm nor wanting any of the embers to fall on his fur and catch him ablaze. beady eyes moved to look at murphy before they closed, listening to the other’s heartbeat and seeing if he would rest anytime soon.
“ —— peachy. you? ” that much was true. he’d had a hell of a lot worse than some bumps && bruises. GIVEN a hell of a lot worse too, if the cracks he’d felt ( && heard ) when he’d been bashing heads were anything to judge by. “ hope you didn’t get yourself all bloody on my account. ”
❝ i did, but i will be fine. ❞ the wounds were already beginning to heal and the blood flow had stopped. all he needed to do was wipe what had dried from his face, wiping some off with the sleeve of his shirt. if the stains did not come out later, he would buy anew one. ❝ would you like some help cleaning up? ❞
“Ah a wanderer.” he often got jealous of them, traveling all over the world, nothing or none stopping him. All the places he wanted to see once, all the people he would meet. But he did not have a family back then when he made those dreams, he had responsibilities. He could not leave. “Or is it just the mountains you’ve seen?”The mountains he knew, or he believed he did, he had explored them. Alone, with his brother, with Floki…but he had seen them.
❝ I have seen these mountains, but I have wandered some as well. ❞ Though not as much as he liked. But that was what happened when he walked with no set destination. A part of him wished he could have jumped ship on one of the raids and stayed in the foreign land, but he did not have the gall to do such a thing. Perhaps later in his life he would. ❝ I have not been doing it for too long. It has been a few years since I left my village. ❞
he looks up as a new arrival enters the pub. beer settled onto it’s coaster , the wolf is now hyper aware of another shifter in the room. loic guesses that this towering man , whose scent was as old , it seemed , as the forest that surrounded beacon hills. pine , wood-fire , warmth. they swirled off the man in soft waves , permeating the air. loic found he quite liked the scent , && sapphire hues followed the man until they were suddenly face to face. standing, the hale nodded, wiping his hand against his pant leg , then offering it to oddr. ❛ yeah , and you must be oddr. s’a pleasure t’meet you. ❜
loic gestured to the chair opposite him , before settling in his own again , shyly rubbing his neck , a coy smile on his lips. ❛ m’sorry , for puttin’ y’through this. talia and peter are just … real pushy , i know. ❜
in a town that seemed to be draped in the scent of wolves, it was sometimes difficult to catch where the scent was coming from, if it had a general direction in the first place. yet has he had approached the other, the scent became more distinct and easy to separate from the rest. his gaze moved down to the hand that was wiped before offered to him, smiling and giving a brief, firm, shake before sitting to the gestured chair. though talia had been known to tease and play around with him before, he was glad to see that this surprise was one of her better set ones. when the apology was made, he shook his head and gave a soft chuckle.
❝ it is alright. i knew talia before. i am glad to see she has not lost that fire in her stomach. ❞ but she was not the one he was out with right now. he focused his attention on loic isntead. ❝ i have never been set up on a blind date before. but i guess it has happened to you often? ❞
hunting. maybe murphy hadn’t had time to get very good at it before the grounders had taken him to their prison camp, but he’d had enough time to learn how not to STARVE, and so he straightened his spine a little despite the way it felt like he was being stabbed because of it, and he took a step forward, gaze lifting instead to the trees.
“—look for birds. if your aim’s any good, you’ll have dinner in no time. that’s what i did, anyway.”
make yourself useful and he might keep you around.
❝ but if your aim is not good, it is a wasted throw that scares away more than you will be lucky to catch. ❞ though it was a decent piece of advice from someone who did not spend as long on the ground as he did. his comment was not made to shoot down the idea, merely to teach that it was easier going for what was hidden that he could grab instead of what he could see.
❝ i had a snare set up around here as well. be careful not to step on it. ❞ the snare was only big enough for small animals to get caught in, but if it was stepped on and triggered, then it was useless. the sound of the thin rope catching and the squeak of an animal caught him and he grinned, making his way towards the trapped animal. ❝ i can teach you how to set snares. ❞ the comment was made as he went towards the rabbit, snapping the creature’s neck once he grabbed it to give it a quick death.
raven’s quick to give the man another once-over. she’d never seen him before, not that it mattered much now. had he been hostile he could easily overpower her and the others back home in arkadia wouldn’t have even had the slightest idea where she’d run off to ( at least they’d care enough to look ). the weapon slid into the back of her pants provided some protection but she’s no warrior despite her aim.
❛ uh… ❜ she stammers, prying her gaze away for a moment to scan the brush beneath them both before gesturing forward with a gloved hand. ❛ i think it was right over here. ❜ or at the very least that’s where she’d noticed that it had gone missing. heart hammering against her ribs, raven inhales sharply before speaking up once more. ❛ it’s about the size of my index finger. ❜ she raises it slightly for him to see before slowly, reluctantly moving back down to begin searching for it. ❛ you don’t have to… help. ❜
his head shook as he was told he did not have to help, moving closer towards her and looking through the brush around her feet. ❝ it is alright. it will be easier if the two of us look for it. ❞ bag taken from his shoulders, he set it aside to lean up against one of the trees so he would have less distractions on his hand. when he thought he caught something glinting in the limited light the forest canopy provided for them, he bent and picked it up to find something else. every so often there would be scraps of metal on the ground, from gods know what and gods know where.
in his other form, this would have been a lot easier. yet he persevered and searched, looking around the roots that stuck out of the ground from one of the trees. fingers ran through the grass until he felt a part of something stick him in his finger, brows furrowing as he grabbed it, it took a slight jimmy to work it from where it had been pushed into, pulling out the metal bird and holding it up. ❝ i assume this is what you were looking for? ❞
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sorry i haven’t been on here lately!! i just got most of my drafts done and i’ll try to be on later. but i’m weak and made a new muse so i’ve been over on him sobs
