Nailah's Bitch

Indie FE10/Radiant Dawn roleplaying blog for Volug. Blog is multiship friendly. Italics or brackets denote ancient tongue, and will not be understood by most people.

[chooseyourally]

"May be I should have bake cake before put on icing?" Volug said, handing the doughy, semi-solid abomination to Raza.

Eyeing the creation strangely, Raza smiled meekly. “Well, you… tried.” Tried to ruin it completely, I guess. With another nervous chuckle, she set the dish aside. Gods knew how that would taste. Normally she wasn’t at all picky with her food, but with it looking like this, she had her reservations.

She was quick to find a positive to the experiment at least. “Well, look on the bright side. At least you didn’t set the kitchen on fire like I did the last time I tried baking something!”

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chooseyourally:

She would’ve thought her comment would make him shake her off. Glad that he didn’t, she chuckled again as she continued scratching his fur. With how nice and soft his fur was, it was easy to feel more relaxed around him. Her movements slowed to a stop as she got settled into cuddling up with him. Before she knew it, she closed her eyes and ended up dozing off while laying on him.

Strange. Raza’s petting had suddenly stopped. He could feel the weight of a person lying on him, but there was no affection to go along with it. Had she fallen asleep? Her breath was slow, and steady, indicating that was the case. Perhaps she’d had a particularly tough day, or hadn’t been getting enough sleep in general. Maybe it would be rude of him to wake her, but his back was not her bed. Grumbling quietly to himself, he gently lowered himself to the ground, leaning over to allow Raza to slowly slide off of his back. He wouldn’t want to hurt her, after all. For good measure, he licked her face a couple times, just to see if that had woken her up or not.

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the-lost-heron:

◤ ☼ ◥  —   Of course I know how to use it, Though the way he was taught was to use it on himself before they got to him. The times of a slave were more tiring than now, as a free heron. But he still remembered what he was told. Hetzel had taught him enough.

                   ❝ I am not useless, ❞ His voice was full of anger, but he did his best to hide it. ❝ I know exactly what I need to do, just as I know how to sing people to sleep. ❞

Oh dear. Volug hadn’t been choosing his words wisely enough, had he? He knew his usual gruff demeanor could be a bit too much for the sensitive, fragile heron sometimes, but he never intended to offend him. He simply couldn’t allow Rafiel to be put in danger. It was his duty to keep the heron prince safe; as a retainer to Nailah, he was, by extent, Rafiel’s retainer as well.

“Then do us both a favor,” Volug countered. “If anyone comes for you, sing them to sleep instead. Wherever I am, if I hear you singing, I will come to aid you.” Yes, that was a sound plan. Not that Volug would ever allow Rafiel to leave his sight, of course, but he could hear everything, especially somewhere so unnaturally quiet as this forest. He’d be able to hear Rafiel singing from anywhere in the forest, and finding him would be no trouble at all.

[lunatic-heat]

Do he got the booty?

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lunatic-heat:

Nailah flicked an ear and gave a slight shrug as she said, “Just making sure it’s in one piece after that sparring match.” Then a rather toothy smirk graced her lips as she added, “I kicked your ass pretty hard, after all.” As swiftly as the humor appeared however, the wolf queen’s serious demeanor returned. She’d never been one to waste words, and she had no intention of starting then.

“You’re attractive, Volug.” She stated, matter of factly, “But if I was interested, you would know. So don’t dwell on it.”, and with that she marched off, only taking the time to call over her shoulder, “Right now, I would find food attractive.”

Were they allowed to hunt in that area of Begnion…?

His queen had paid him a compliment. Even if it was following... well, whatever that little display was, she had still complimented him. He’d never really considered whether or not he was attractive (mainly because he’d never had a reason to-- it didn’t matter to him how others found him, because he only really cared about his queen’s opinion of him), but to be complimented like that by Nailah... it was quite the honor. Volug knew quite well that his tail was wagging just from hearing her say those words, but he wasn’t going to even try to stop it. He was more than happy to hear that.

“Perhaps I could hunt for you?” Volug volunteered eagerly. “That way you can focus on more important matters.” His queen was hungry, so it was his job, as her loyal retainer, to satisfy that hunger. Besides, maybe she’d compliment him again if he caught her something delicious.

[chooseyourally]

"May be I should have bake cake before put on icing?" Volug said, handing the doughy, semi-solid abomination to Raza.

Eyeing the creation strangely, Raza smiled meekly. “Well, you… tried.” Tried to ruin it completely, I guess. With another nervous chuckle, she set the dish aside. Gods knew how that would taste. Normally she wasn’t at all picky with her food, but with it looking like this, she had her reservations.

She was quick to find a positive to the experiment at least. “Well, look on the bright side. At least you didn’t set the kitchen on fire like I did the last time I tried baking something!”

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chooseyourally:

That immediately cheered her up. A smile on her lips, she moved her hand to scratch his head before flopping down and pulling him into a full-on embrace. His soft, smooth fur felt very comfortable. As she quickly took off her gloves, she continued stroking his fur. “See, you ought to be used to this by now. I’m just glad you stopped fighting with me so I can do this!”

Should he object? Normally he’d grumble and shake her off, just to keep up the appearance of disliking her attention. But he didn’t dislike Raza’s attention at all. He quite enjoyed it. He just couldn’t stop his tail from wagging as she ran her hands through his fur. Volug supposed he could get used to this treatment, although there was a small part of him that yearned to reciprocate the affection. But then again, there was really no need to do that, so he’d just continue allowing her to lavish attention on him.

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Clearly she wasn’t willing to tell him the details of what she was doing. Or maybe she already had and he simply wasn’t paying attention. Either way, it was apparent that sitting around with her and waiting would be long and boring (and cold), so perhaps it was time for a different tactic.

“I help can General,” Volug offered, watching clouds billow out from in front of him as he panted. “I be full use, yes?”

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the-lost-heron:

◤ ☼ ◥  — The heron raised a finger to silence Volug as his hand dug around his belt, looking for the steel item. At last he found it; he pulled the ornate dagger from it’s sheath and showed it to the wolf. A sign that said he wasn’t unprotected, and he could possibly take on someone who tried to fight him.

                  ❝ Pardon my brute language, but I will be damned if they try to take me again, ❞ His own nightmares were based off of what he suffered when he was captured. ❝ I just want to be there for you just in case they hurt you. ❞

Rafiel? Wielding a beorc weapon? Volug could have laughed aloud at the thought in any other situation. On top of that, he was offering to protect Volug. It was almost as if he was completely unaware of what Volug’s orders had been from the moment he and Nailah had met Rafiel. Maybe it would be better at this point to play along, but Volug wasn’t too comfortable with that. Rafiel seemed far too willing to put himself at risk for the sake of the laguz that was tasked with protecting him, and Volug simply couldn’t allow that to happen.

“Do you even know how to use that?” Volug asked, legitimately curious. After all, that weapon would be completely pointless if Rafiel had no training at all. Even Volug or Nailah probably wouldn’t be able to effectively use that weapon. That wasn’t even to mention the fact that Rafiel wasn’t the most physically capable person merely because he was a heron.

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the-lost-heron:

◤ ☼ ◥  — ❝ Volug… ❞ How could he say that after knowing how much Rafiel worried about him? Sure the two played around, or so he thought they played around. At the moment, all he wanted to do was keep his friends safe and sound.

                  ❝ Please, just… ❞ Why was he so worried. Surely the curse wouldn’t touch his wolf friend, and he did have the song that could fix it. He just worried, it took Muarim out for a few days. ❝ Be careful, okay? ❞

Volug nodded, turning away from Rafiel for a second. He stared at those daunting woods looming ahead of him, glancing back at Rafiel just to see what the heron was doing. Why had Rafiel followed him all the way out here, anyway? Surely the heron didn’t plan on following him into the woods as well. But then again, perhaps that might actually be safer. There were many twisted individuals in this world that would be delighted to see someone wandering alone in the dark, royal heron or not.

“And what do you plan on doing?” Volug inquired, turning on his heel to face Rafiel again. “Are you just going to wait for me to get back?” Volug sincerely hoped that wouldn’t be the case. After all, it was just the two of them, and there was no telling who or what could be lurking in the dark, waiting for Rafiel to be alone.

[the-lost-heron]

◤ ☼ ◥  — ❝ I’m not one to tell you how to live your life, but the woods are quite dangerous so late at night. Is it wise to be walking around them? ❞

[wildheartwolf-blog]

Volug had to raise an eyebrow at the heron’s objections. Was this pampered little prince really trying to tell him how to do his job? Did he have any idea what Volug’s job actually entailed? Probably not. There were many times that Volug wished the heron weren’t so fragile (and that he wouldn’t be severely punished for roughing him up just a little bit), but alas, that was simply not the case. He’d have to keep his hands off and avoid knocking a bit of sense into Rafiel.

“I’m trying to do my job,” Volug growled, trying not to roll his eyes (or at least not be too obvious about it). “I can handle myself. You can’t. You need to scurry off back to safety before you get hurt.”

[generalzelgius]

                                              The caged bird sings                                                                with a fearful trill                                                                of things unknown                                                                  but longed for still                                                                 and his tune is heard                                                                 on the distant hill                                                                for the caged bird                                                                 sings of freedom.

                                                  ✕ ♞ ✕

                                                    art source

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"I touched it." -- Nailah

Send me “I touched it” for my muses reaction to your muse touching their butt

Why was his queen suddenly touching his rear like that? She’d never shown particular interest in it before. It was quite strange, really. Not that Volug was about to stop her. He had sworn his life to her service– he supposed his body was hers as well, in a sense. Not that it made her actions any less strange or surprising.

“Why are you…?” Volug asked, raising an eyebrow at his queen. He didn’t want to seem like he doubted her actions or motivations, of course, but… this was still highly unusual. He just wanted some sort of explanation for it.

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convxntus:

【 ♕ 】         What did he know about frostbite? It wasn’t as though anybody had told him anything about it, which was probably for the best. He implied that he knew about it, however, which told her that it was probably because of her men. She wasn’t stupid, though, she knew when enough was enough. Moving around was keeping her warm. But stopping for just a second was enough to chill her to her core.

                      ❝ I can deal with staying up for just a little while longer. All I have to do is keep moving, and I should be fine, ❞ That’s what she was told when she was younger, and for the most part is worked. ❝ You’re welcome to go back to the tent, however.❞

He was welcome to go back to the tent? He, Volug, with his majestic fur covering his body, keeping him warm? Was that some kind of a challenge? Did she really think he was going to leave her side? Did she think he was going to abandon his position just because he was a little bit cold? What a stupid idea. He’d just fluff his fur up a little more against the wind and continue huddling against Fionn, watching her go about her work.

“What is general do?” He inquired, just to get some kind of a grasp on how long it would take her to finish her duties.

[roleplaystartermemes]

Send me "I touched it" for my muses reaction to your muse touching their butt

[convxntus--archived-blog]

Continued from here

[convxntus--archived-blog]

【 ♕ 】         His kindness was appreciated but most certainly not necessary. She could take care of herself, even with the Feroxi cold pounding against her already red cheeks.

                       If he wished to follow her around like that, then he may. Though it might be a little surprising for him to learn that there was also a red fox nestled against the back of her neck, happily snoring away and keeping that area warm as well.

                       ❝ If it makes you feel better, I don’t have a lot to do, ❞ Her words were mumbled as carnelian eyes didn’t take themselves off her work sheet. ❝ Just ten more tents and it should be finished. ❞

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Whining quietly at Fionn, Volug gently nosed at her hand, nudging it onto his head. Ten more tents? It was already so late, and the nights here were just so darn cold. Volug could hardly stand it, even with his fur. He wasn’t used to such cold weather. He’d spent most of his life in much warmer areas. Snow was all but foreign to him. He simply didn’t understand how Fionn could possibly stand this freezing cold air and biting wind for so long.

“Ten tent take too long,” Volug objected, pressing against Fionn just as much for his own benefit as for hers (he was probably suffering much more than she was in the cold, now that he thought about it). “Is late. Is cold. Fionn go to own tent before bad thing happen.” After all, staying out in the cold so long was bad for one’s health, right? Volug simply couldn’t allow her to stay out here so long.

[lunatic-heat]

Nailah liked to think herself impervious to danger. She was, after all, the wolf queen– the only risk she generally worried about on the battlefield was being too bored. Any laguz that could challenge her wasn’t her enemy, and any beorc? The notion of any being able to catch her was laughable.

… Except for when she let them.

Honestly, Nailah didn’t quite remember it all so well… There had been some fire mages, a lancewielder… and Volug hadn’t able to out maneuver them through the trees… As for the rest, well, she supposed if she was waking up bedridden that she must have collapsed at some point after getting him out of the way.

“How pathetic. Am I losing my touch?” She struggled to sit up, biting her lip and lowering her ears in response to the pain that shot through her side– no doubt where that lance had hit. The rest of the pain wasn’t more than irritated skin though– which probably meant the burns weren’t so serious.

That… Or the healers had already been caring for her for awhile. One whiff of the air let her know she was in castle Gallia, and she had little doubt that the beasts there knew how to deal with fire-magic damage… So that left only one question.

“Hey.” Nailah reached over and flicked Volug in the ear, “How long have I been wasting time sleeping?”

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Volug wasn’t even sure how long he’d been laying there. The wolf had dozed off, head resting in his queen’s lap. He should be ashamed of himself. It was his job to keep watch, after all, but he hadn’t even been able to stay awake. And now Nailah was totally onto him, asking how long she’d been there when he didn’t know at all because he’d been asleep. Lifting his head to look at his queen, his only answer was a shake of his furry head before lowering it back down onto her lap.

“How is queen feel?” He inquired. Volug wasn’t really sure why he’d chosen to speak in the modern beorc language when his grasp of it was so poor, but it wasn’t too important. The only thing that mattered now was that his queen was finally awake, and that she was going to be alright. He’d been so worried before, he was surprised he’d been able to sleep at all.

[convxntus--archived-blog]

"Is cold out. General not want go to warm place?"

【 ♕ 】         ❝No, I need to make sure my men are alright first before I take care of myself.❞

Send me “It’s cold outside”

Status: Accepting

[wildheartwolf-blog]

A soft sigh escaped Volug’s lips. He would gladly take her place and take care of things for her, but he knew Fionn, and he knew she would not be swayed. A brief golden glow heralded Volug shifting form, and soon a massive black wolf was pressed up against Fionn in an attempt to keep her warm.

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Starter call!

So I kinda don’t have a whole lot of rps going on this blog, so, uh, I guess if there’s anyone out there who wants to rp with me, just like this post or whatever for a starter.

[caerulex-blog]

wildheartwolf

“So uh, Wolf laguz?” Ike questioned, inching ever closer to the rather tall tan man standing beside him. “What’s… That all about?”

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An eyebrow was raised as the wolf laguz stared at the mercenary, not sure whether or not he could believe that Ike had actually asked such a stupid question. He scoffed, shaking his head and growling softly before he answered.

“I can ask same of Ike,” Volug said. “What is like being beorc? Being so soft and weak?” Was he being a bit hard? Yes, he was. Volug didn’t have any problem with beorc. He just didn’t like ignorant beorc.