Proud Taguel Warrior

An Independent Roleplaying Blog for Panne from Fire Emblem: Awakening.

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Fear and Punishment // musings/open

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Henry opened his mouth like he was going to say something in response, but closed it quickly after realizing he didn’t have a counter to that. If Panne didn’t hate him for endangering the camp and wasn’t going to stay mad at him then he wasn’t going to push the issue any further, even if he didn’t quite understand why.

He stayed unusually quiet as he followed her back to her tent and obediently sat down when she motioned for him to do so, taking a quick glance around the interior of the tent before turning to watch as Panne took out medicinal herbs and bandages.

"…Yeah, okay. No more summoning the dead," he agreed, somewhat reluctantly despite everything that had gone wrong with that evening’s prank; if only Tharja hadn’t dropped the whole reeking box on his summoning sigil it really could have been funny! But even Henry could recognize that now wasn’t the time to argue about that.

"Hey Panne, you suuuure you wanna patch me up?" the mage piped up thoughtfully after a while, after he had slipped off his wristband and rolled up his sleeve to properly expose the still faintly oozing gash on his arm.

"Not asking like a punishment thing, promise! But it might make a neat-o scar, y’know…" He tilted his head, studying the way the fresh wound stood out on his skin and the shape meshed with the other numerous old marks there.

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Panne wished she understood Henry more. Maybe if she did, she could grasp his compulsion towards these foolish pranks. Maybe even understand his joy for such wicked magic. He was a good soul, she knew he was, because in the brief time they got to know each other, she saw glimpses of it. And yet he remained fixated on death and curses and the undead. She supposed it wasn't her right to judge him for that. It wasn't as if Panne didn't have her own fair share of 'habits'.

Kneeling before him, she took his hand in her own. Henry dwarfed compared to her. Even while she sat like this, she still came up to his chest. Even her hand nearly engulfed his. She snorted lightly at his request. "If you do not go to a healer afterwards then yes, it shall leave a scar. A nasty one, perhaps. With jagged edges and a sinewy white tissue..." Humoring him might have been a mistake but if she could just get him to smile again...

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Master and Slave || nobunaga-the-warlord

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A ripple of fury washed over Panne, furious at his order. She had been willing to do so much for the dastard already, and yet he chose to push her patience further. His request was foul. Wicked. And she wanted nothing more than to deny him. Because willing as Panne was to do these horrendous acts for the safety of her friends, she did not wish them to see her like this. She did not...she did not to be remembered as the Warlord's whore. 

She snorted and turned her gaze away from him, but oh, he could feel the burning rage inside her. Her jaw tightened and her claws dug into her palms as she sat there. Stubborn and defiant, she refused to show any more of herself to the Warlord than she had. Not that she had a choice in the latter. He stripped her of armor early in her capture. 

"I refuse," was her stern reply, the taguel woman cross. Mad as she was, though, her conscious nipped at her for what would happen to her friends if she remained defiant. The pain they'd endure. The suffering. And yet... "...I will be more tolerable of your orders but I refuse to be on display in front of others. Let her leave."

[proud-taguel-warrior]

//ooc:

Hey folks, I'm just giving a head's up that I won't be on today. Some heavy stuff sprung up on me yesterday and it's still effecting me. There's no way I can write and I might not be able to write for awhile. I'll explain why under a read-more but for those who don't want to be caught up in personal business, I'll save you the trouble. 

But yeah, woof, I'll be off tumblr for a bit. Or at least lurk. Or something. 

Yesterday, at three, somebody called my phone number. I did not recognize this number and I gave it to my boyfriend as I thought it was his work calling. It turned out, however, that it was not. The person who called was my father. 

I have not spoken to my father for ten years. 

This was my choice. 

He was an abusive, alcoholic with more problems then I can begin to count, but back then, I believed he was a good man despite all his flaws. He was my dad and the only person I ever felt really close to in my family. 

He abandoned me when I was thirteen with no reason beyond wanting to escape the state so he didn't have to pay child-support or speak with my mother. He did not tell me this was why, though. He told me he was going to make life better for us both. Then he told me to lie about his whereabouts and foolishly I did. My mother found out the day after, however, and my world came crashing down around me as I was torn from my father's side of the family, despised by my siblings and I was heart-broken from the truth. 

I was young and I didn't understand what I did was wrong, or what he did was wrong, but as the months passed and my father returned to my grandparents, I began to realize how much of a horrible man he really was. I was in denial for a long time and I was finally seeing the truth. Unfortunately despite the close relationship I had with my grandparents and my aunts, they chose this man over me. 

They wanted me to forgive him. To move on. Just so they could go back to how things were before. And this pushed me further away from people who I thought loved me. 

I've lived ten years without this man. And I was better for it. I was no longer depressed. I began to get closer with my siblings and mother. I finally found myself. I was happy.

But as the years progressed, there were times where he tried to get in contact with me again. He used strangers to talk to me on Facebook. Family members to guilt me. Even a false identity. 

And each time he reappeared in my life like this, even through a small email, it brings everything back in one vicious swoop. I'm slammed with emotions and heart-break and I don't know what to do besides cry for hours upon hours. And while I always expected the day would come where he'd figure out my phone number, I was still not prepared. 

I am ever thankful that my boyfriend picked up the phone because I don't know how I would be like if I answered, but either way, everything came slamming back. I have a lot of emotions to work through and I'm trying my best to forget that this man exists. It's hard and it's difficult and I am full of a lot emotions I can't quite contain.

I can't change my phone number unfortunately since several facilities I am involved with have this number and it is a long and terrible process to edit every single one. And I am not certain if I want to block his number yet or finally tell him everything I wanted him to hear. 

Safe to say, it's a lot for Panmun to handle. 

Don't worry, though, I am a strong woman. I know I got family who loves me and friends who are worth their weight in gold. I am not alone as I work through this and I know all of you sweet-hearts are already sending such endearing thoughts my way. 

I'll be okay. You folks will see me again. Probably next Tuesday. But today? I won't humor the chances. 

I love you, folks, you're good and wonderful people and every day, you grow into something better. Just make sure to remember that, alright? For good ole Panmun. 

[nobunaga-the-warlord]

"Well, Well, Well" [TURNING THE TABLES]

Nobunaga sighed as he lay in his cot. The past few weeks had himself in bed with Panne more often than not. Even if it made things confusing it was a small comfort both could enjoy no matter what happened between them in the afternoon. 

This had an unfortunate side effect on the former Emperor. While he enjoyed her warmth he had to hold back his… urges. Panne slept on top of him most nights bare like usual. It was hard enough to resist taking her but growing worse since he had no time to ‘release’ such urges. His days were filled with patrols and planning. While his nights were filled with cooking and sleeping with Panne.  

Thankfully tonight Panne was sent on the midnight patrol. It would take her most of the night before she returned to his tent for sleep. Plenty of time to let out some stress.

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Nobunaga could see an array of emotions run through the Taguel’s eyes at his asking her to stay. They ran by so fast he couldn’t read them but what it ended on was fear. And that scared him. He couldn’t tell if it was a fear of him or a fear of the feelings he knew she held for him as well…

Both of them knew what it was to feel love. Both of them had felt the warmth inside when being with the ones they loved. And the pain as those people were ripped from their lives. It was a weakness neither of them needed in this time of war. All it took was on slip up and they would feel that gut wrenching pain all over again.

Normally that would be enough to make Nobu avoid any situation even close to that. After Pheros died… it was nearly the end of him. Truly he still had the scars from his attempt to bleed his Femoral artery. If it wasn’t for Tharja and Miriel walking in on him then he wouldn’t be here but… It would be worth suffering through that pain again to be with Panne.

She was well worth the risk. Honestly he would go through every pain a thousand times to just have her by his side. This wasn’t his way to be with his old friend that died. This was his desire to be with Panne, the woman whom held his heart. The one that he had grown so close to these last few months.

The taguel tried to pull away but Nobu kept a firm hold. His tears were still in his eyes but he kept his voice strong. “I don’t care if it is foolish… Stay here with me… Not for just one more night. Stay by my side for the rest of our lives. I want you to be your mate. I know what I am asking but… I want to bind my life with yours. I love you Panne…”

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He loved her.

Her. 

And he was a fool for it. 

She was taguel. She was a warrior. She was a Shepherd. Her life was bond to no one but the Exalt and the field of battle. To bind herself to him and love him was-- she couldn't. He would not stay with her forever. Change would come and he'd be swept up by it. He had wanted to rule Valm, to avenge his fallen comrades and she--

She wanted her home, her warren, a family, and yet, she knew none of that could come to pass. Her destiny was to die on the battlefield. To end the legacy of a taguel in a blaze of glory. There was no chance for her people to survive after her and there was no chance for...for them. Her and Nobunaga. 

He was foolish, so foolish, and it hurt more than ever to know that she wanted him, too. But fear gripped Panne and it dug deeper than any blade ever did. She pulled away from Nobunaga, this time more forceful than before. Her shoulders shook as she looked at him. Her heart beat in her ears. And then she looked away. 

"...my...my answer...is no."

She paused. 

"I'm sorry..."

And then she left.

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Executive and Secretary || nobunaga-the-warlord

[nobunaga-the-warlord]

The purple haired man had a large smile as he poured his bosses coffee. This would be the last night he would have to make anyone coffee again! Tomorrow he finally would get his promotion to become CTO. Of course he had to sabotage Excellus for it but this was just business. So what if he had to step on a few toes or get someone fired for having a hooker in their office while he destroyed extremely important files he was supposed to have. It would all be worth it when he become CEO of this company and have Panne serving him for once!

Still he had to go through one more day of this menial work… Making sure to add the exact amount of sugar and cream she enjoyed Nobu made his way to her office. Nobunaga opened the door revealing the beautiful tanned woman working at her desk. While he wanted nothing more than to steal her job he couldn’t deny she had a certain… wild beauty about her. Even exhausted as she was Nobu couldn’t help admiring her dark red eyes… Those luscious lips.. and amazing breasts that seemed to want to burst from her suit.

With a small shake of his head he tried clearing those thoughts. 

The secretary placed the hot cup of coffee down on her desk. His large smile still evident on his face as he spoke. “It looked like you needed a pick me up. After Excellus’s screw up it looked like you needed all the help you could get.”

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Panne was stunned at the sudden appearance of a coffee cup. A hallucination, she thought, brought on from the excessive amount of paperwork she needed to sort through and a handful of hours she actually slept. But then the sweet, milky scent of cream and coffee beans wafted through the air and Panne knew it was real. Startled, she leaned back in her seat, brow furrowed, but then she noticed the hand at her desk and slowly looked up to see her assistant, Nobunaga, at her side. 

She blinked twice. And then pulled her glasses off, a smile pulling at her lips. "Nobunaga? What are you doing here so late?" A question she ought to ask herself but honestly this was a surprise. Not a moment ago she was thinking of him and his infamous coffee mix. Somehow he always managed to make her cup perfect. And god, she was going to miss it. Hard to believe he was moving up in the world but she didn't begrudge him for it, especially since they clearly needed new blood in the network. 

She laughed softly at his words, nodding at the unfortunate circumstances that involved Excellus's dismal. "I could use more than a pick-me-up after that fiasco. The nerve of him to do something as vulgar as that here. Honestly. We're running a business, not some..." Whore house, but she didn't say that out-loud. She was better than that. Tempered. "Well. Doesn't matter any more. He's gone. And you were clever enough to take advantage of that. Hate to say it but I think might miss you."

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Of Fangs and Feathers || occisanovae

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The Laguz was surprised by the other’s statement. No one really took interest in him, even if they did, it almost always ended in ‘Well if you can turn into a hawk.. Can you be my mount?’ or something ridiculous that was quite similar. He honestly gave up on answering human questions, seeing as they had books on his race like they were but a common cattle.

However, with Panne, he felt something different. She wasn’t here to ask questions that every Laguz had to answer each and every day to the point where it seemed like harassment, however, she seemed eager to learn something, and that something was him.

"I am generally open to questions, yes, however, I’ll tell you when you have crossed the lines." He told her before offering a small smile, albeit forced, but a smile none the less. "I do like how you think, and I was just about to look for you for the same reason." It was true, like Panne question to him, he had question about Panne as he’d sit down, looking at her as he sipped his own tea.

"Go on then, Panne, speak your mind." He stated simply.

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He wanted to talk to her? About the taguel? 

Panne shifted at the very thought, flattered by it, and a little worried. There wasn't a whole lot she remembered about taguel traditions. She was but a kit when she lost her warren. The tales, their culture, most of it went with them. So she wasn't sure if she'd be able to answer all of Milvus's questions like he could hers. And strange as it was to think, she didn't want to disappoint him. She was the only taguel he's ever met and the last he'd ever see. 

It was a lot of pressure.

"Well, I had always wondered if there was more of your kind out there. I've explored a great deal of Ylisse and Plegia but I've never been outside of the country to know if your clan existed or not." She snorted lightly. "Obviously it does but...is it large? Where you come from? Do you hail from cities or do you live off the land? Or do you always fly?"

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Best Friends || beyondthemuse

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It was a wonderful time. Not only did it start a new year and everyone seemed to be happy. It was also the time where Stahl could enjoy one of the biggest feasts in the year. Every year he was the first the buffet and stuffed his plates and while he was at it he did stuff his mouth aswell. Everyone was in a good mood and the cavalier could see Gaius how he was stuffing his bag with some of the pastries. Luckily Stahl could grab some for himself.

The food was really good and the scent of all the different specialities made his mouth water like crazy. So he was just about to turn around with his plates full of food when he accidentally bumped into the beautiful Taguel. "Oh Panne!" Good that Stahl had such a good eye on his food that he did not drop one thing. Seeing the woman in clothes like these did surprise him. He didn’t even have to ask where she got them from. "You look beautiful today!" 

His heart was beating faster now since he really did enjoy the company of the woman and the fact that she did see him more than as a manspawn made him feel special. "Do you maybe want to eat something? I got all the carrot cakes for you… and for me.. but i thought of you."

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Panne lacked grace tonight. Normally she'd catch herself after such a stumble but her lack of coordination coupled with her restricted attire forced her to rely on Stahl for support. Her hand caught his chest as she tripped over her feet and had nearly cost him his dinner if it weren't for his quick reflexes. 

"Apologies, Stahl," she mumbled under her breath, but to him came out clear as day. There was barely any distance between the two now. Panne invaded his personal bubble with her fall. What would catch the knight's attention, however, was how her hand remained in place. It did not shift away from his chest but lingered in quiet comfort. 

It took her a moment to register the compliment but when she did Panne ducked her down in an almost bashful display. "Ah...t-thank you. The noble woman dressed me so. It is unfortunately inhibiting. I had planned to change out of it but..." She flashed a small smile his way. "Thank you, I am glad you...I am glad you like it."

She took a second glance at the food in his arms. It was then she realized how close she was and took a careful step backwards. She chuckled at his offer. "I, well, yes, I'd love to. Perhaps you will permit to help you carry some plates, too?"

[nobunaga-the-warlord]

Old friend, New greetings

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His lips perked up a bit as she continued to eat her meal. Nobunaga always enjoyed it when someone found his food great. For Panne to not just toss away the bowl out of spite it must be pretty tasty.

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At Panne’s question the Emperor’s eyes grew dull. The grip he had on the bowl nearly cracking it as screams rang through his mind. Memories of watching his friend being tortured in front of him running through his mind. Panne was a strong, Proud woman…But even she had limits. She was forced through some of the worst torture to scream until her voice was hoarse. 

There was a crack as the bowl finally cracked slightly spilling hot stew on his hand. Thankfully it brought the Emperor out of his memories as he moved the bowl to the garbage. With a deep breath he walked back to their stew pouring himself a new meal. “No… No she did not.”

His silence said all. He lost his friend. How, she didn't know, but the way he looked off to the wall told her that the taguel's death was not a pleasant one. And Panne wept at the thought. She had hoped the warrior had died strong on the battlefield, fighting for whatever she believed in, but it seemed the only end for a taguel these days was a tragic one. And it left Panne wondering if her death would be just as tragic. 

She quietly ate her soup now, paying no mind to Nobunaga as he cleaned his hand and discarded the bowl. She already ventured into dangerous territory with him upon such a question and she saw no reason to tear open more wounds. Much as he irritated her, Panne was not heartless. She'd respect his injuries and allowed him the chance to lick them in silence. 

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Sailor's Life is Not For I || chooseyourally

[chooseyourally]

It was always difficult to grow comfortable among strangers. The young healer could hardly stop herself from constantly scratching the back of her neck. Even while holding onto a healing staff to keep her hands busy, one of them would always wind up close to her neck.

Almost as suddenly as her life changed a few years ago with the downfall of her home, it had swiftly changed again with the arrival of the Shepherds of Ylisse. At first hearing some news of the force making landfall to the continent, Amee hardly gave them much of a second thought, as certain as the others were that it wouldn’t be long before the Conqueror’s multitude of soldiers would crush them utterly or assimilate them. But as they joined forces with the Resistance and then managed to defeat the greatly-feared Yen’fay, chaos broke out from within, but it was from then that everything changed. After the soldiers among her ranks rebelled against their general while on the way to act as reinforcements, they met with the Shepherds and the Resistance to join strengths against the very same man they were sworn to serve.

And it was from there that the Valkyrie had started working with the Shepherds. As much as she wanted to flee from more fighting like some of the others did, she knew that the nagging sense of guilt would have only grown worse. If she could aid the same people who had helped her regain her freedom, it would be a good start to atoning for serving the Conqueror… even if she was scared out of her wits half of the time.

Her fears only grew greater as time passed. Even after Walhart’s defeat and her promising to keep helping the Shepherds, the distrustful eyes of some of its members did little to ease her worries. At least their commander was trusting — foolishly so, but it allowed a chance to redeem herself in Ylisse’s — as well as the rest of the realm’s — time of need.

Taking unsteady steps, she walked around the ship in search of a distraction. While seasickness hadn’t bothered her, she was well aware that others were not as lucky. Perhaps she could use her skills as healer to help the others… But her attention was caught by seeing Panne sitting by herself. Faintly recalling seeing the woman before, it was strange to see a distant look when she had an fierce, intimidating glower each time she saw her before. Although her heart already started beating fast just at the sight of the woman, she inched closer to her, keeping her green eyes on the woman’s face rather than her ears that fascinated her.

"P-pardon me…" Her voice came out softer than intended, surely swallowed up by the wind. Clearing her throat, she spoke louder and tried to keep her voice steady. "Beg pardon, milady. I-I wondered if you were in need of a healer? Are you feeling alright?"

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Lost in fields of green and open valleys, Panne didn't notice the young red-head until she was right behind her. Her ears twitched, trying to pick out the girl's words, but even a taguel's hearing was no match for the roar of the wind. An unfortunate thing, she thought, for she had wanted to be left alone for most of the day. Seasickness coupled with her yearning for land did not make for a happy Panne. But she was the commanding officer here and she could not ignore a soldier for selfishness alone. 

She did not recognize the soldier which meant she was either one of the deck hands they hired for the journey or she was one of the new recruits from Valm. Either way, that did not sit well with her. 

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice grating across her throat. 

Her seasickness did her no kindness. Every time she threw up, her throat was scalded until it was raw and itchy. She attempted to soothe it with water but that only caused it to burn more. Normally she'd use her herbs to fix such an issue but in her hurry to get this journey done with, she had forgotten her plants and ointments in the main encampment. Oh, how furious was she at that bit of foolishness, too. 

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A Picture's Worth | Libra and Panne

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Libra took notice of her concern and looked down a moment, “My apologies if it worries you,” he glanced at it and then stood to take it off his easel, “I wasn’t expecting anyone to approach me. Not that secrets should be kept, it’s only,” he paused, considering his words, as he turned the canvas around so that the back of it was to them, “Well, my job is to listen to others. I myself have no means of venting. I picked up the brush years ago, when I was in the monastery. Another priest noticed my, well… A yearning for solace, I suppose, and taught me how. It does help, if only slightly.”

He hesitated saying more when he realized he’d gone on for so long, and then nodded to her with another smile, “I am fine, Panne. Your concern warms my heart.” he put his hand on his heart and smiled once again.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Panne snorted. Twice. First in disbelief then again in irritation. She stopped Libra from removing the canvas, her hand guiding the painting back to the easel before he could completely take it down. She looked at the priest with that familiar grimace as she leaned closer to him. "Priest, you do not have to lie to me. You had just said this was a way for you to vent, yes? That means there is much on your mind. Burdensome thoughts. If this aids you in relieving the weight then so be it. However..."

She released the canvas and stood a little straighter. Discomforted by what she was about to say next. "...if you wish, you may speak to me about such matters as well. I am...not like you. I am impossible to speak with, this I know, but you have aided me before so..." She snorted, softer this time, as she looked to the mountains ahead. "...I will return the favor. So long as you do not bury such emotions under brazen lies."

[proud-taguel-warrior]

The Beast and the Prince || noblxborn

[noblxborn]

     ⊰☼⊱—; With how the myrmidon acted it wasn’t surprising that he would be told to tone it down by his mother, but even then could Owain see that she truly is proud of him. After all, it had been his mother that started him onto pranks in the first place, first on his father and then his friends. His mother didn’t want him to change, just rather he be more aware of biting off more than he can chew. As did his father, who looked on silently, but prepared to step in if Owain needed the help; though others may have trouble with the straight-to-the-point speech his father had, Owain’s had grown to understand it. But there was more than Owain spoke of, because it is true that he didn’t have to work so hard since his parents could see just how well he did: the parents he had here. In the world that had been left behind, the heroes that gave up so much for him and everyone, they were the names and memories that he too wanted to spread around Ylisse. “Ay, that is true, but if approval is all that is needed to be written down to be known for all the days to come, then perhaps such measures need not be taken!” he replies instead, very much never going to change since not only is he having to work hard to keep anyone from worrying but to also be able to protect everyone too. “Perseverance for the war is a reason to continue with such skills, as serious as they appear, and even in seriousness do they keep me entertained when our days are slow.”

      Serious to Owain anyway, any slacking meant less training done, both mind and body. That’s why he couldn’t allow himself to slow down. And maybe his parents couldn’t be called perfect - his mother dropped him several times as a baby, then his father could be difficult to open up to, but those couldn’t be the worst thing to do as parents - yet Owain would never ask for anyone else. 

      Speaking of his skills, as Panne presented the buck for Owain to do his work, he took the spot she had been in only moments before. “Aha, make no mistake, the process will be lightning quick and amazing to the eye!” A dramatic way to put it, though in truth the raven did have the experience for this. Having been lucky to be able to stay longer with his mother than the rest, Owain had made it a chore to at least clean and prepare the animal; since, as proven time and time, again, Lissa is more than capable with an axe should she have one in her hands. The only problem being that him and ‘cleanliness’ never appear in the same sentence, though never could plenty of other words, like ‘normal.’ To prove this, it didn’t take long for his hands to be painted red as he worked - not shocking, but if Panne were to be safe to be prepared to stop him from making any sudden poses and suddenly having a bloody handprint on his face. That could be extremely awkward to explain at first.

      “If the weather didn’t fight back currently, I would prove to you how much of a swimmer I could be. The earlier stunt to reach the end of challenge earlier is enough of a given that I have the ability to climb and sprint, yes?” he answered, keeping an eye on what he was doing. Anything out there, Owain will put himself into the test. “If it failed, then I will attest that I do climb the highest trees several times.” And nearly fall and break something, but she didn’t need to know that.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

"Trees are different than mountains," Panne added. "They're not as easy to grapple and the wrong step can mean a long fall. It takes a skill hand to climb a craggy mountain wall and a perceptive eye to know where a foot hold is too loose. Not many humans are good at it. Too many risks involved when an easier path could be found around a mountain." But that wouldn't work on their journey. Her warren was hidden in the mountain range, out-of-reach for horses and man, unless they took a month's journey to a narrow and unreliable mountain path. 

She supposed that'd be the smarter choice for their future journey but it was not the taguel. The harsh road would teach the young men a lot more. It'd challenge them. Show them their limitations. And help them grow further. Not that they needed her help with that as she was certain they were mature enough to handle most problems but-- it was taguel tradition, and if she was going to allow Owain into her home then he needed to go through the same challenges as her son. Well, as much as a human could. 

"You're very messy." More blood was on Owain than on the table by now. The lad a regular butcher. She couldn't quite see how the carving was going from where she sat so she could only hope he didn't puncture anything important. She'd hate to see the meat wasted. The cold front made it harder and harder to hunt with each passing day. 

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Powerhouses || athousandyearsachild

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The little dragoness wasn’t one to pick up on social customs, or at least one to care when situations were “awkward” or “Embarrassing”. When one lived thousands of years, short term losses like those were simply pointless to worry about.

It was because of this that she didn’t release her captive from her mighty grasp until Panne forcibly pushed her away. Even then, she seriously considered going in for another hug, but thought it better to leave such things for later.

Furthermore, this allowed her to appreciate Panne’s blush, a particular expression the girl enjoyed more than most others. It showed that she was doing something right, at least most of the time.

In response, she giggled and replied, “Aww, come on! I used to play all kinds of games with Taguels, we always made it work! I bet if you thought about it, it would be easy for someone as smart as you to come up with a game for us to play… If not… We could always play house or something!”

Though a bit easily distracted, she hadn’t forgotten the reason Panne had approached her, “Oh yeah, what was it you wanted to ask me about, Panney?”

[proud-taguel-warrior]

"House?"

"What is this 'House'?" 

Panne's immediate thought went to the households of humans. The bizarre buildings they called home. She did not care for them herself. They were enclosed and smelled of polish and brick. It did not help they always caused Panne to feel claustrophobic; four walls on each side, only one exit, if anything were to happen, she'd be forced to scramble to getaway. 

Nonetheless she was curious about what a "House" had do with any game. Her nose crinkled as she considered the thought more and more, trying to fill in the blanks for rules and titles. Nowi's question snapped her out of it. She blinked at the question and then scoffed lightly as she looked away. "It does not matter now. Let us just..." 

She waved a hand. "...play your game."

[flesh-to-bone]

proud-taguel-warrior

     Numbed hands rubbed against his bare arms, as he yanked them closer to his person in a pathetic attempt to warm up. Watching as his warm breath appeared in visible puffs against the chilled air, but shoving his feet through the snow regardless of how much the sight made him want to turn around; to find safety and warmth back home. But he tucked his ears back, tail wrapping around his small frame, and struggled forward.       

        He must have looked the part of a fool, and he certainly felt like one. He could have transformed long ago, and found comfort within the cover of his own fur, but he disliked shifting. He had no ties to the blood that flowed within him, and that very blood had turned fangs on his beloved brother too many years ago to count. The Laguz had only betrayed them, and he hardly wanted to embrace a culture that would discard them so easily; so openly. And he might have been a moron for not shifting now, but a moron he would gladly be.

        After all, he was in the mess due to his own fault. Having stolen a letter to Sakhr about a request from the Queen to deliver something. Knowing the man’s body had been failing him as of late, the child had hidden the letter from his brother. And, now, here he was, lost and searching for the location on the crinkled piece of paper in order to take some of the burden off of his brother. But it appeared he had only made more trouble for the older man.

          Tossing the thoughts aside, Ziya shoved his way forward, but he misjudged the distance. His foot smacking into a thin sheet of snow that gave way under the boy’s light weight. Tumbling down the edge of a steep slope, as it dragged the child down with it. Throwing him over the edge in a flurry of cold and wet mush. A startled yelp leaving his mouth, as he slipped, rolling down the incline until he bashed his back and head against the solid ground that he was met with. A hiss of pain leaving his mouth, as he curled up on the ground. Dry hands reaching up to hold his head, as a whimper escaped his throat.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Panne stopped mid-step. Ears twitched, as she scanned the path behind her. Faintly, she heard the snap of branches and a startled cry in the distance. Normally she'd pay no mind to such noises. The wilderness was full of animals, small and big, but the yelp was hardly the whimpered cry of a wounded animal. Instead it sounded more like a person. But that was impossible. Nobody would venture this deep into the forest, unless they were a hunter. And she doubted it was one of the Shepherds. She was the only one out here. 

Her ears perked up higher. Panne trying to hear more, whether it'd be a crunch of snow, a soft swear, anything that'd determine the person was alright-- and then she heard it. A whimper, as pitiful as can be. Panne held her breath at the sound and glanced back to where she came from. Hesitant to leave the trail, but it only lasted a second, as Panne leaped through the piles of snow to find the source of that pitiful cry. 

The cry was not far from where she was, and while the forest would have loved to lead her astray, she knew its' illusions well. It was not long before she came to the hill side where a small, crumpled figure lay on the ground. Panne grew silent in her step now. Hidden between two trees, she watched the figure shift and whimper as they clutched their head. They did not look like a hunter. In fact, if she was not mistaken, they looked awfully like a child...

Habit had her paranoid of the situation. But the more she looked at the poor creature, the more she was certain that this wasn't a trap. She crouched down. Her bare knuckles in the snow and her knees pushed to her chin as she scanned him over just a few feet away. "Are you alright?" she asked. 

[proud-taguel-warrior]

//ooc:

A friendly head's up that I'll be on Kovac today~! So if you want to chat or what not, that's where I'll be. 

Also, glad to see the queue system working so nicely. I thought it'd screw the pooch but it's been behaving peeerfectly-- at least I hope so. So long as you folks are able to see my replies then I'm happy. The queue won't be on this weekend, however, so if you don't see anything, don't be surprised. I am cutting it off to help with my whole schedule of catching up.

...even if I spent the last four days playing video games than writing. 

......I am a weak woman. 

Anywho! Hope ya'll have a great day over here~! I looove youuu!

[booksandblades-blog]

Listening Problems

[booksandblades-blog]

He raised his good arm to block the bright rays of the sun as he exited his tent. He could only sigh as his eyes adjusted and he blinked, looking around. He felt like the encampment was bigger than he remembered, and the space between the tents stretched on, to mock him and his injuries. Despite the expected difficulty, he began towards the tent that held their equipment

He made very good progress despite his injuries. He even managed to even get a few yards from his tent before his senses finally picked up the familiar sound of the Shepherd’s resident Taguel. His reaction was delayed by a considerable amount as he fought to be able to turn towards her. He slowly faced her with a slight wince.

"Oh… Panne. Hi." He greeted with a small smile to hide his obvious discomfort. "What’s up?" He continued, groaning as he stood up some and pulled his hood off.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Panne could have killed the tactician for his foolishness. Of all thoughtless acts to do, why did he have to push himself out of bed? Chrom had been strict on his orders. Permanent bed-red until the sages said otherwise. And Panne knew for a fact they hadn't. And yet here he was, walking around without a guide, let alone a cane to support him, when clearly he needed some kind of leverage to stand still at all. It was enough to make a taguel go grey. 

The distance between them closed in a matter of seconds. The taller woman hovering over him like a concerned mother hen. Her eyes flicked to the grimace on his lips, his awkward stance, and the beads of sweat still on his brow. Panne frowned, and she frowned deeply. "Do not greet me so simply, tactician! You know you're not suppose to be up! You must return to your bed at once less you hurt yourself further by tripping or over-exerting yourself. Have you no sense?"

[inmemoratus-blog]

Broken Down || Panne & Robin

[inmemoratus-blog]

          -{♚}- His teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip, as the villagers hesitated to trust his words. Prolonging the suffering of his shaking legs, as he tried to keep himself from faltering. The sensation of heat rising in his body, and the growing fogginess of his mind were not comforting thoughts, but he kept his gaze fixed on the frantic civilians. Trying his damn best to not give in, though the human body certainly had its limits, and he knew he was close to reaching his.

           A numbness had now come over his arm where the formerly throbbing pain had been, making it difficult for him to even move his arm now. His mind too tired to even begin to calculate the amount of blood he must have lost by now, and he could feel the put of his stomach beginning to twist with a nervousness that had set in thanks to the weakened state of his body.

             His focus so invested in his own thoughts to keep his body from giving out that he barely heard the voice that called out to him. Gaze lazily lifting up to meet the eyes of the person that was willing to allow them in. “We will, thank you!” He called back in return, but his voice must have sounded hazy and distant at best. Making it hard for him to tell if the other could even hear him. But, at this point, he didn’t care. He barely had the energy to waste on thanking them to begin with.

           With that, the village gates creaked open. But they only brought a false sense of relief over the man. The heavy sleeves of his cloak now plastered against his skin by a mixture of blood and sweat by the effort it took for him to just simply stand there. And his shallow breath made the heaving of his chest mildly painful to his numbing body. Oh, he knew he was in trouble, but a calm was starting to set in, and he couldn’t place why. Even as patches of color began to spread whenever he blinked, and his vision blurred more and more with each passing moment.

            His attention shifted to the beast that had carried him back. He was well aware of the condition he would have been in had she not saved his sorry hide from danger. A smile crossing his features in a rather sad attempt to reassure her. “Y-Yes, I’ll be all right,” He breathed. Shoving his boots that had been rooted into the ground forward, and struggling to keep his balance, as he made his way towards the gates, slowly. He could barely keep himself upright, but he managed to walk himself through the gates, leaning against their interior as he waited for the beast.

            “That fire won’t keep them for long…” He stated in concern, his voice breathy and soft, as he tried to collect his thoughts into a mass that could actually help then, but he was in no condition to plan. And now he could feel the sanity of his mind slowly starting to fade away, as he slid down the wall to sit on the ground. His legs still shaking, as he took a breath in an attempt calm the frantic mess his stomach was turning into, and the running of his mind. “Hurry, you must tell them. I don’t think I’ll keep my wits for much longer…” His attention directed towards the rabbit now.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

His injuries held Panne back. His blood loss was heavy and the energy he wasted on magic could mean life or death for him now. If he was not able to fight his exhaustion then there was a chance he may never wake again. And Panne refused his death. He had fought well. Stood his ground when numbers overwhelmed him and continued to fight despite his injuries. He was a strong soul, a warrior spirit, and he deserved better than death at the hands of the Risen. 

Her ears folded back when he slumped to the ground. His heart strummed in his ears. The beat irregular. She slowly approached him and pushed her nose to his cheek. Already the blood upon her muzzle dried. "Stay awake, child, for I will return for you. I will not leave you here to die. You will see tomorrow." Her words rumbled in her throat like a quiet storm but even he could hear the concern the beast had for him. She did not want to return to a corpse. But she could not deny request either.

She was faster than him and the information needed to be spread as quickly as possible. The sooner they escaped, the sooner this night will end. It was a hard fact to swallow but one she'd not argue this time. Every second needed to count now. 

She sprinted inside the town gate without further pause. Now and again she stopped to inform parties of villagers of the Risen's approach and where they needed to go. Thankfully her knowledge of the forest benefited them this night. She knew paths they could take that the Risen could not follow. She only hoped they'd be easy to find in the shadows of the night. 

[athousandyearsachild-blog-blog]

Celebrations For The Ages

[athousandyearsachild-blog-blog]

It was uniquely foolish for a person, especially one who had spent any length of time with the dragoness, to think that she was one to take ‘No’ for an answer. Panne would learn this quickly, if she hadn’t already.

The Taguel would soon find herself being prodded and shaken, “Come on come on Come ONN!”  She flopped down on the bed pathetically, “Pleassee? I just wanna celebrate the Winter Harvest Feast and you are the only one who even knows about it, so pleaasse?”

Nowi laid back on the bed, turned over towards Panne, her hands brought to her mouth in a begging gesture, desperate to make Panne see it her way. Panne may miss her race, but she hardly even knew any of them. Nowi had known so many, had so many friends among them, spent many years there. She missed them all and this was her way of honoring them.

[proud-taguel-warrior]

Memories of her home and family were fleeting, yes, but that did not make it any easier for the taguel to accept her loss. There was much she could recall. Faces of siblings and neighbors. The smell of fresh grass and the musk of her father's mane. They were memories she often cherished-- except on days like this. 

Panne pulled a pillow over her head to block out the dragonness but it was no good. She could still hear Nowi's pleas and cries despite the protection of the feather-down sack. Her ears twitched in annoyance. "You are not even taguel," she argued underneath the pillow. Undoubtedly Nowi could feel her scowl just as much as Panne could feel those puppy dog eyes cast her way. "Why must we celebrate a festival you have no reason to enjoy?"