#c: ro

[floralb0t-fr]

after weeks of thinking on the matter, I have solved the problem of Ro’s charge (thanks to that one post about guardians having children with their charge)

Consta IS going to be the big buff’s charge, but in a night of drunken admissions, he’s going to spill this Besra, who convinces Iandra and Hawk to steal him a spell to breedchange him into something else that way he can have a sort of normal relationship with his boyfriend

[floralb0t-fr]

Ro: Ty how do you train Hainu

Ty: *goes off on how to train a large flying dog for at least an hour*

Ro: (internally) ok now how do i apply this to a small birdmouse

[floralb0t-fr]

Ro is worried that Consta might end up being his charge, because he really likes Consta and is totally worried that the whole “in love with his charge” dynamic would fuck everything over

[ellawinesea]

myth #1: origin of the tides

Long ago, when the stars were eyes, the seas were rough and wild and full of danger.  Three seas raged against the shores of the earth, and three seas kept elves and men bound to ragged coastlines and empty bays.  The Morrow Sea barred the elves of the south, the Windy Sea the men of the west, and fiercest of all the Empty Sea fell upon the east, howling and thirsting for blood.

Any man who dared to leave the safety of his cliffs in search of fertile land or gold or fish was shattered back upon the shore or dragged out into empty water to die.  No man could tame the savage seas, and to risk a crossing was to risk death.  

The men of the east lived on poor land.  Their soil struggled to support their crops and their rivers yielded only small, sickly fish.  The men gathered together and prayed to their gods, prayed for a generation, and at last the goddess Shara heard their cries.  

Shara came up out of the waves and walked upon the shore to hear the pleas of men.  

“Please tame the seas,” they begged.  “Please make it safe for us to fish and roam over all the earth.  We are starving here.” 

“You would have me be less than I am?”  Shara demanded, for she was the river and the sea and the rain all, and as savage as she was fair.  “I am wild, and I will not wear a yoke for the peace of men.” 

She sent a great gale that drove the sea up and over the shore, and drowned all who would see her chained.  

For another generation the men of the east toiled and struggled.  They watched their wives starve and their brothers drown.  For a generation they prayed, and again Shara rose from the sea to hear them. 

“Please help us,” they cried.  “You drowned our grandfathers and starved are fathers.  Please tame the seas, so that we may feed our own sons, and their sons, and sing your name for a thousand thousand years.” 

“No,” said the goddess, and the sea rose up and took them all.  

A generation passed, and then men from the west came marauding and men from the south came raiding, and the people of the east were sore beset. Again they prayed, and again Shara rose. 

“Please help us,” they begged.  “Please tame the seas so we may escape our enemies.”

“No,” the goddess declared.  “I will not,” and she went back to the depths of the Empty Sea.  This time when the gale came, the men of the east were clever, and hid in their cliffs and caves.  

“She will not listen,” they said.  “She will not help us.”  So the fourth time they prayed, they prayed to Ro, the goddess of the sky, and she came down to them and dried their tears.  

“Please help us,” the men cried.  “We are starving, and our enemies are upon us.” 

“I will do as you ask,” Ro said, and placed the moon in the sky.  “The moon will push and pull the sea,” she told them.  “You must watch and learn how it moves the tides, and when you have learned this you may sail upon the waters to fish and to flee.”

A generation of feasting and prayer followed, every tongue calling out the glory of Ro, and men and elves soon learned how to sail the seas.  The men of the east taught this trick to their brothers in the north, who taught it to the west, who taught it last to the mountain clans of the south, and so seafaring passed into the hands of mortal beings.  

But the goddess Shara, in her rage and grief, cracked open the old stones of the sea and drew her children, the sea serpents, from them.  

“Go,” she bid her children. “Sow grief and ruin.  Kill those who would dare to tame me, devour them, teach their children fear.”  

And so her monstrous children went out and filled the seas with screams and shipwrecks, and the goddess Shara went to war with her sister Ro.  Tame the seas were not, safe they were not, but the power to sail them had been given to men, and what is given to men cannot be taken away.  

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

In Dreams...

Aubrey looked over at the prostitute, standing in his dream - his Hunter’s Dream, draped in a simple silk gown, cream against blue-white skin. They matched the flowers of the Dream, and Aubrey was very much under the impression that they belonged here, that they were a part of the dream. It was an odd impression, as they both looked and seemed lost.

“You’re found yourself in Hunter’s Dream, Pale Blood,” he said slowly, wondering why they were here. Why now, when they were together in bed. Perhaps it was that they Aubrey had accidentally pulled Ro into the dream with him while they slept. Whatever the reason, he didn’t know. He had only ever seen Doll here, and the Old Hunter. They seemed to be permanent residents of the dream, though they wandered in and out occasionally.

Aubrey knew that he was here for a reason, however, and the fact that Ro was there didn’t change that. With a wary look at Ro - perhaps they were here for a reason as well. “Have you never been before?” he asked, continuing down the path.

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

Stoppered Vials

Aubrey strode down the halls of the healing church. His heels clicked off the floors and the sound echoed through the long corridor, and off the ornate vaulted ceilings. The air was cool, and smelled of stale blood and incense. Ever pervasive in his life, and Aubrey welcomed it. It brought a feeling of safety. Though times had improved, and the threat was not so pervasive as it once had been, the Hunter could never shake off the feeling of a Beast breathing down his neck. 

He pushed open the massive wooden doors that led him towards the Healing Rooms. Aubrey was in high need of blood vials, and the church was the best place to procure them. Previously he’d trusted other sources, but of late there were rumors of a poisoned supply. Sickness in the blood. He wasn’t one to take chances. 

Stepping into the room, Aubrey looked around for the old wizened man who kept the Church’s stock of blood plentiful, and doled it out with a tight fist and cold heart. Something of a Beast himself, but somehow his blood was clean. He frowned, not seeing the man at the desk or among the shelves. “Father Crichton,” he called. 

[theboysneverleft-blog]

Public Transit

Tom jobbed the last few steps to the bus-stop, catching it just before it pulled away from the fuckin’ stop. Stupid car in the stupid fuckin’ shop. He couldn’t believe his bad luck, and then Danny callin’ him up last minute saying ‘Oh, shit, Tom, somethin’ came up.’

With a sigh, Tommy pushed a buncha coins into the slot by the driver. There was really only one seat so he shoved his way through the goddamn crowd to sit down beside a teenager wrapped up like they ain’t never seen the snow before. With a second glance, he realized that they were familiar.

[theredwolfhunter-blog]

The Day Before

Aubrey had very nearly had to raise his voice to his soon-to-be father-in-law. He could imagine why the Duke would want to keep Ro away from him, lest they let slip to him one of the seemingly many flaws that would prevent Ro from being seen as a suitable match for marriage.

There were, in fact, many flaws. However, Aubrey had fully considered what he was doing, and found that those flaws were what made him truly think this was going to work. He needed someone like this.

The hunter stepped into the tea parlor in the Ivanovski Manor home, to see his bride-to-be, or rather, his partner-to-be he supposed. “Ro, good afternoon.”