#lowlander

[foxymoxynoona]

I just finished lowlander, it took me three nights but oml I could cry real tears rn🙌🏾🙌🏾😭

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! At least I hope you did?? Maybe you hate read, I dunno! 😂😂

[vox-anglosphere]

A sincere Happy Burns Day to my friends and followers, near and far..

[goldenshrikecomic]

I've been curious about something, what species of deer are many of the characters based on? Besides Wanderers(Moose) and Stonekrovn(Fantasy ~ ). So like... Marshlanders, Northerners, Coastians...

Marshlander (Nero & Runi) = marsh deer Fielder (Riptail) = roe deer Woodlander (Kasko) = whitetail Bush deer = pudú Riverlander = musk deer Lowlander = fallow deer Wanderer = moose

Those are the main ones that are based on real species. Stonekrovns have some elk influence, mostly the build.

[thedaily-beer]

Lowlander IPA (Picked up at an Albert Heijn in Amsterdam). A 3 of 4. The addition of a bit of tea and spice takes what would be a pretty pedestrian IPA with just a little bit of citrus in the nose and gives it an interesting character up front. The body is simple and relatively thin, but it’s not bad overall.

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[couleurlocale]

Amikor azt hittem, hogy a hollandok már nem tudnak meglepni.

[arthur-bn]

While I'm working on some personal stuff and planning the next scene I did some simple things. Here are some two-handed swords with: -an executioner sword -a claymore -a lowlander -a flamberge -a zweihander

[jonogueira]

Moon Hair & Fire Eyes.

Chapter 2.

AO3.

Summary:

The woman wakes up in an unknown place. Will she be able to flee?

Notes:

** = Avvar language. “” = Common tongue.

TW: none..

Lowlander.

She heard a loud groan and sat up straight; she quickly examined her surroundings and noticed she was alone. The groan had been hers, she realized. Calmer, she studied the place she was in.

The ceiling was made with some kind of straw, the walls were made of wood, and the floor was pure earth. She was sitting atop some fur and was covered with more of it. There were a table and some chairs in a corner. The walls were void of ornaments, but they were covered in strange drawings. With further inspection, she came to understand they were animals. In front of her, a simple wooden door closed at the moment. There was a single window between her improvised bed and the table.

She stood up to go to the window but felt weak and had to lean on the wall for support. After several moments she managed to stand up straight, her stomach growled, and she understood her weakness came from the lack of food. She adjusted her long grey hair in a bun on the top of her head while approaching the window, but as soon as she got close enough to it, she let her hair fall, and her hands grabbed the sills. She was near a cliff.

She felt her legs wobble and stumbled backward, tripping on a chair and falling on the ground with a thud. She slowly backed away from the window, making sure to feel earth between her fingers. She turned and crawled to the door. She stood up and was about to open it when she, for the first time, realized several people were talking somewhere near the place.

Her heart was racing, and she could feel it beating on her chest. Her head was spinning, and she had to lean on the wall again. A sudden sense of dread engulfed all her senses, and she felt her eyes sting. Her fight or flight response activated, and she did the one thing she could; she fled.

She opened the door just enough to peek outside. Upon not seeing anyone, she sneaked out and leaned her back flat against the wall. She heard her stomach growl again and patted it in an attempt to silence it.

Her eyes examined the place. There was a trail leading down, towards the voices she had previously heard, and a trail leading up. She perched her ears and tried to listen for any sign of noise coming from the latter. She wanted to make sure, but time was passing, and the longer she stayed put, the higher the risk of being caught.

She steeled herself and marched up; her dress was up in her arms, exposing her long white legs. She walked ahead but looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

The trail headed to a dense forest where she could see all kinds of trees. Some had thick trunks, while others seemed to bend to the wind’s will. The sun rays penetrated the treetops bathing the place with a yellowish light. She noticed the small particles in the air. She could hear birds singing in the distance as well as other sounds she decided to ignore. She heard something coming from behind her and halted, looking back to check.

“There’s nothing there. You’re just jumpy,” she exclaimed, shaking her head.

A few meters from the first tree trunks and she felt a smile grow on her face. Her fingers touched the tree, and her body was filled with warmth; somehow, she knew this was the first time she touched a wild living tree.

Again, there was a sound behind her, but this time she didn’t look, just ran. She let her dress fall on her legs and ran as fast as she could. Something was coming for her.

Her dress was making things complicated, so she tore it above her knees. After a few minutes of running, her lungs were aching with the effort. Without being able to keep the pace, she stopped behind a tree and peeked back. She pulled her hair to the left side and stood still for a few moments studying the trees, bushes, and anything that could hide an animal or even a person. As soon as she was satisfied, she let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in tension.

Closing her eyes, she turned and leaned her back on the tree. Her hands rested on her knees, and she took long, deep breaths. After counting to ten, she stood up and opened her eyes.

For a moment, she thought she had gone deaf because her mouth was open in a scream, but no sound left it. Closing and re-opening her eyes to try to shake the image of that man from her view, she realized that not only was he real, but he also had his calloused hand over her mouth and pressed her body against the tree.

He had a frown and a finger on his lips. She tried to push him away, but he held one of her hands at her side and pressed her further against the tree. Not satisfied, he placed one of his legs between hers, making it even more difficult for her to move. She noticed he held his breath, and his eyes were wide.

Something was wrong and not with him; something was wrong around them. He pointed to her left, and she turned her head in time to see four large animals walking away from them. As if it was possible, she felt her body tense even more. Fear was taking over her, and she involuntarily grabbed the man’s shoulder with her free hand, her nails dug into his skin. She felt tears roll down her face and wet his fingers. He looked at her, and it seemed it was the first time he saw someone cry. His face was a mixture of confusion and mockery.

He had a smile on his face, and she had to admit it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. The scar on his upper lip nothing but a teasing mark inviting her to taste him. In those brief couple of minutes, he was so close to her, she studied his features.

His head was full of golden curls matching the color of his eyes; his stubble was elegant on his strong jawline, his nose perfect to trail down her collarbone and send goosebumps all over her body. He suddenly looked at her yanking her from her examinations.

He nodded to her, stepped back, and took his hand from her mouth. They were staring at each other for a few seconds, and when he opened his mouth to say something, she ran in the opposite direction from the animals. She wanted to get rid of him.

She heard him sigh and then his footsteps. He was fast and was quickly approaching her.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Was all she could think.

She tripped but quickly stood up. A few meters later, she leaned on a tree with her left hand because she was out of breath once again. She heard him approaching her, and when he was close enough, she turned and threw a handful of dirt on his face. She didn’t wait for anything and ran to her right.

She heard him say something but didn’t wait for him to catch up with her.

Looking over her shoulder to see where he was, she relaxed a little when he was nowhere to be found. She hid behind a tree, a hand clenching the dress on her chest. She tried to breathe as calmly as she could. The more noise she made, the higher the chance of being caught.

She stood still for several minutes until she was sure he was gone. She took a step forward, and suddenly a giant mass dropped in front of her. She had no chance to react. The only thing she saw was his sly grin.

He turned her on her back and tied her hand. She started talking, but he gagged her.

*That was a smart little trick back there, lowlander, but there was one major flaw in your plan: Me. I’m a skilled tracker, not the best, but even a child with eyes closed could track you.*

He took her in his arms and threw her over his shoulder. They silently, against her will, of course, went back to where it all had begun.

He was taking her somewhere deep into the place; she could see people staring, pointing, and laughing at her. They were reaching their destination; more and more people were gathering around them. Her eyes stung in anger, and she did the only thing she could do. She rolled to her side, and when he tightened the grasp on her legs, she stiffened her body, and he ended up with his face on her lower belly. The surprise took him off balance, and both fell to the ground.

She could hear the others laughing loudly and speaking, but she was concentrated on her hands. She thanked whoever was out there for having long arms, and she slid them under her legs, freeing them. Standing up and taking one of the daggers on a rock, she pointed it at them.

*Is this how you thank the people who saved your life, lowlander?*

She saw her captor calmly stand up and clean his clothes. No one was laughing anymore; they studied her every move like one would watch a wild animal.

Muffled sounds left her mouth, and she remembered he had gagged her. With haste, she took the cloth from her mouth and threw at him, wishing it would hurt more than just tickling his skin.

“Who are you? And what do you want?” She demanded an answer.

*Why don’t you give me the dagger…* He raised his hands and took a step towards her.

“Stop right there!” She threatened him with the weapon. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

She saw him saying something to another of his people, and the person ran away. He took another step, and she shook her weapon in his direction, but it slipped out of her fingers, landing on the ground with a clink.

Everyone was standing still. They looked at her and then at the dagger on the ground. Her eyes were wide. She tried to reach it, but he kicked it to the side, and she ended up headbutting his stomach. She wobbled until she fell in his arms.

“Ah…oopsie?” She tried to take some of the hair from her face, but he held her closer, making it difficult for her to move.

She was in his arms looking at his exasperated face when she heard, for the first time, someone speaking her language.

“Are you alright, woman?”

She tried to get away from his grasp, but he huffed and turned her to the person speaking.

“This here with me is the augur of the hold.” He pointed to the man holding a staff beside him.

“Augur? What’s an augur?” She asked with a lifted eyebrow. “Not that I care, really. Just let me go, alright. I’m not going to tell anyone about you guys.”

“He is our… mage, to put it simply. *Let the woman go, Cullen*” She heard him speaking that strange language again, and the man let her go but kept her at arms’ reach.

“I’m sorry for the way my people behaved. You are an outsider, and we are not used to it.”

“That’s great! Let me go, and everyone gets happy. It’s a win-win.” She gave him a big smile while stretching her tied hands to the man beside her.

*Cullen,* she saw him stiff his body, *cut the rope.*

*I don’t think it is wise…* He reached for his dagger, and she flinched.

*Do as you’re told, hunter.* The man with the staff spoke, and everyone turned to listen. *She’s a guest, not a prisoner.*

The man beside her turned to her with his dagger in hand and stared at her. He wasn’t much taller, five centimeters, ten at most, and she held her ground and stared back at him.  He watched her stance and took her hands in his with a smile. He cut the ropes and took a step back, placing his dagger on his belt.

The so-called augur spoke in their strange language, but the other man translated.

“You are a guest here; you can come and go around the hold as you want. But please, don’t go wandering outside of it, night is here, and there are things out there that can kill you. You are safe among us. Remember that. Eat, you must be hungry after everything that happened. After you eat, someone will show you the place you will sleep. He will speak to you in the morning. He knows there are many things you want to ask.”

“Ahhhh… Thank you, I guess?!” She wasn’t going to stay around, not tonight, not any other night.

“The augur’s name is Eldred, and my name is Bran. What’s your name?”

“My name is…” She tried to say it, but her mind went blank. She looked at everyone around, tilted her head, and tried as hard as she could, but nothing came. She searched her mind for her name, the place she came from, she searched for any information, but her mind went as far as the moment she woke up in that place. “I can’t. I can’t remember it.”

She stood still; she felt every muscle in her body tense. Her head started spinning, and she crossed her arms over her body, like a shield protecting her against… what?

*She doesn’t remember her name augur; she probably lost her memory. What should we do?*

*We welcome her to our hold until she recovers it.*

As soon as the augur finished speaking, everyone stared at her, and she could feel their curious eyes.

“Don’t worry, woman. You are safe here; you will stay until your memory returns.”

The augur turned to leave, but the man beside her spoke, and the augur stopped.

*Wait a second. I saw something when I took her out of the water.*

He approached her and reached for her, but she stopped his hand midway with a wave. He frowned and went for something on her neck, taking out a hidden pendant from there. He narrowed the space between them and flipped the small object in his fingers. He was so close she could feel his breath on her skin. The smell of his sweat filled her lungs, and she felt her body tingling.

“Mowria,” he whispered to himself, “Moriah… Moira,” he finally said loud.*I think her name is Moira*.

“The name Moira. Is it familiar to you?”

She pondered for a moment and tasted it on her lips.

“Moira, Mo i ra, MOIRA,” she murmured, and it sounded familiar. She nodded at the augur, and he left them alone.

“Eat and then rest,” Bran said before joining the augur.

She was standing there, the center of attention. Someone called her and beckoned, offering a bowl filled with something.

Walking to the person’s side, she tripped on a rock and fell on one of the hunter’s lap; everyone laughed, and she felt her cheeks hot. She tried to stand up by leaning on his knee, but her hand slipped, and she rolled on the ground taking some children with her, making everyone laugh louder. She stood up quickly and cleaned her clothes. She jogged to her chair and took the bowl with a smile.

The man who had tied her was sitting on a rock a few meters away, and he wasn’t looking at her, but she saw his face of disbelief and the rolling of his eyes. She cleaned her legs that were full of dirt and noticed the bruises and cuts. The hold started talking among them, but always looking at her; she had a small suspicious she was the subject of their animated conversations.

She took a deep breath and examined her bowl. The food was hot; she could see the smoke rising from it; her body was suddenly cold. She mixed the food with the bread she was given and tried not to think of what was inside. She frowned, shrugged, and then drank some of the liquid… she almost spat it all out.

She had never drunk anything as odd as that, not that she remembered anyway. It was hot and tasted of something funny. She looked around, and people were staring at her. She gave them the biggest smile she was able to pull, took a deep breath, and drank some more. When she finished swallowing it, she cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, and they resumed their conversation. The man with golden curls and beautiful smile was watching her.

“Cullen, isn’t it?” He lifted his head when he heard his name. “Your mother must be very proud of you. Tying girls and throwing them over your shoulder.” She made sure to have a disappointed look on her face when she clicked her tongue. She took a deep breath and shook her head before sipping more of whatever it was she was eating. “Really proud indeed.”

*Whatever it is you are saying, I’m not interested, lowlander.* He waved a hand. *Just be careful not to drown in your bowl.*

That remark made everyone laugh, and she felt her cheeks hot.

“Well, even if you spoke my language… I’m sure the only things you would be able to say are food, food, and *lowlander*.” She emphasized the foreign word, and a smiled crept on her face when they looked at her in surprise. “You see, I’m not as dumb as you think I am. I confess I am a little clumsy, but you’ll see when I leave this place,” she waved her hands to show the hold, “and I will be the last one laughing.” She made sure to laugh as loud as she could.

Something huge flew in her direction and landed on her shoulder. Surprised, she screamed and threw the bowl up, spilling its hot content all over her.

One more time, everyone laughed, and she stood up, shaking her body, trying to get rid of whatever was attacking her.

*Calm down, lowlander!* She heard his voice near her and stood still, whimpering.

He took whatever it was that was attacking her with him and sat on the rock again. She looked in his direction, and a huge bird was on his shoulders.

*Welcome to Falcon Hold, lowlander.*

Someone handed her another bowl of food, and she ate it quietly, feeling as embarrassed as she looked. When she finished it, someone else beckoned her and led her to the hut she had woken up earlier. The woman showed her where she could bathe and gave her clean clothes.

Moira relaxed her shoulder and sighed. She started stripping to take a bath when she heard two voices outside. She pressed her ear against the door and heard them on both sides of it.

“Great! I didn’t know people placed two guards on guest’s doors.” She huffed and got ready to take a bath.

Having a hard time to put on her new clothes, she just gave up and went to bed naked. She lay on the fur and notice that despite being on the ground, her makeshift bed was soft, and she felt her body slowly relaxing; she couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from raising. She was dozing off when she heard the guards outside talking to someone, and she managed to recognize two words: Cullen and lowlander.

“Oh. Wonderful!” She exclaimed when she heard his voice.

Cullen was going to be her guard for the night. Her plan to take a nap and somehow flee just got crushed. The realization that he was just outside her door while she was naked and alone made her body start to warm up. The memory of his skin on her aroused a feeling she was not ready to admit.

Angry at herself, she covered her body from her toes to her head and soon fell asleep.

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