Thread: After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

A bubble was forming from Yuit's right nostril as he slept, tears rolling down his tired red face as Tiri'ol looked up at the man. No doubt he was not charmed by her like most humans were. Even the women would fawn over her, plucking one another's eyes out to be but a inch close to her. Tiri'ol was happy that the Iron Wolves were so easy fawn over her, it had made the treaty more bearable. I'll show you a tour of our village myself. Tiri'ol came to the conclusion, knowing his imposing stature would scare most of the other kitsune. Even her bodyguards might overact without her being there to explain. Her purple slitted hues turned back to Rihna, who looked to be fighting over what she might want. When Rihna finally spoke, Tiri'ol smiled and nodded. She had grown used to the trades outside of their kind, if need be they needed something from another race. So Tiri'ol had decided a while ago it would be good to trade outside, trade for coin if they needed to. Kitsunes didn't often trade for coin, finding other means of bargain besides the way others had instilled. Still, coin was always handy to have around if they were not trading with there own kind. Of Course. Tiri'ol spoke pinching her fingers up. Her fingers rubbed together, of which a silver coin pooled from the static energy of her fingers. Her fingers clasped the silver coin, rubbing it's oddly circular appearance that held the face of one of the generals the humans were now praising as their lord. Tiri'ol brought it up to her teeth, biting on it to show it was solid silver, before extending her hand back out to give it to Rihna. You should get your fair share of silk from that coin. The seller will know it's weight. Tirir'ol exclaimed as she smiled. Now..let me show you around mighty Orgoth. Tiri'ol smiled, moving gracefully like walking on tiny clouds past him to the little bring with the stream that ran under it. Large bamboo platforms were formed on the large parts of the stream, connected by more small interlocking bamboo bridges. Some had little wares on them, others had little huts. Some were set up for fishing, large groups of kitsune pooling around the edges of the platforms with rods in hands, enjoying the scenery. Rock formations kept half the small village enclosed, a large lake formed below the rock formation, a waterfall spilling into the lake. Steak rolled off the rocks where the waterfall hit, but not many of the kitsune seemed to go near the lake, at least not this late at night. I don't know what you might enjoy doing, but a common tradition is fishing among some of my kin. There is always weaving of tapestries. Tiri'ol moved gracefully from platform to platform, having pointed at the kitsune fishing not far from her throne. She pointed to her left, where there was another set of open huts. Some of the younger kitsune, male and female, were putting their large looms together, looming their tapestries together effortlessly. There was also some close by that were creating clothing, pinning it together against a log they had shaped in the form of a body. You may be a bit bigger than they are used to making clothing for, but I'm sure if you ask they'll be more than happy to make something for you. Tiri'ol smiled laughing as she waved at the kitsune that looked up from their looms to wave at her, though they seemed surprised by Orgoth's size. Tiri'ol pointed to the lake, with the waterfall coming to it. Many of the kitsune won't go near the waters of the lake at night. We believe a God live sunder the water, and like us does not enjoy to be disturbed at night. The water will boil your skin, peeling the flesh off if you enter it at night. It's best to stay away from it. Tiri'ol explained though she didn't elaborate more of the reasoning as she moved around. She could see a few of the kitsune going near the lake, bringing offerings to the lake to appease the God. Tiri'ol smiled, moving around gracefully. There were large wooden stakes in the ground everywhere they went, talismans wrapped around each stake in brilliant glowing colors that lit up their pathway. Along with the fireflies that were lighting up the sky and lake. I'm sure you'll be more interested in armory and weapons then any of this though. Tiri'ol finally mentioned. Still she pointed to the large huts in the distance, far from her throne, they were closed up. Each one rested on land, wooden beams rolling up the side of the large huts and glowing with the same talismans, each one had a door, each one made out of bamboo with large leaves on top, moss covered some of the roofs, and some had flowers springing from them. The huts that are larger than the others are the ones the warriors stay in. There is one that is empty like I said.. It's one of the large of the huts so you should have more than enough room. The huts were actually quite tall, the ceilings around eleven feet to give anyone that entered more than enough room, since it seemed kitsune enjoyed not feeling so closed in with their walls. She pointed to the smaller huts that were near the larger ones. The huts that are marked with yellow talismans are warriors huts, those small ones with green talisman are supplies. The ones behind the warrior huts with white talismans are the nurseries, the one in the center with flowers and all the color of the talismans is my hut. Tiri'ol moved as she pointed to the huts speaking, as if she had to say this a million times. Which might of been true, since she seemed surrounded by younger kitsune who might not know their place in this environment. Her hut could barely be visible, behind the large huts of the warriors, and the nursery huts would seem nonexistent. The other huts where everyone else sleeps is also behind the warrior huts and between the nursery huts. The nursery ones are closer to mine so I can watch them. Titir'ol shifted, moving to a large gap of land where a large store seemed to be built, a warehouse in comparison to everything else. The doors were shut, locked from the inside, but smoke billowed out from the chimney they had crafted. The back of the building was to the rocky formation, not too far away from the water. Tiri'ol moved up to it, the locks twisted from the other side before the large double doors opened. A kitsune male stood there, silver short hair, three tails as he bowed to Tiri'ol before turning to Orgoth and gawking. The male gulped, wearing nothing more than belts around his waist, pants, and heavy gloves with googles on top his tanned skin. M-My lady. I didn't think you would be visiting so soon! The male claimed, stepping out of the steamy workshop. An honor as always to have you. The male exclaimed as the clouds of smoke billowed out of the shop, making it hard to see anything more than a brightly lit furnace inside. Sweet as always Wao. This is Orgoth from the Iron Wolves, he'll be my body guard from now on. I was giving him a tour of the village, though by most standards I would never bring the children this way... Tiri'ol looked down at the sleeping Yuit in her arms. Besides this one, he won't go anywhere without me these days. Aye, you give the boy love. He won't find it anywhere else since that high priest... Wao's face grimaced, at the idea of the high priest. Well! What would you like me to show him? How you make our weapons and armor. Orgoth, some of us kitsune aren't as gifted with arcane. The stronger of us work on talismans, while some of us that are stronger in body prepare armor and weapons when our arcane isn't the best choice. Tiri'ol looked up at Orgoth, explaining the whole thing. Wao here has been forging out armor and weapons for..well as long as I can remember. I think this would be the place you would appreciate the most because of your..large swords. Tiri'ol smiled as Wao bolstered a laugh. He only stood at 5'0, but the male's laughter rattled the bamboo of his hut. Don't worry it won't burn down like last time. Wao exclaimed looking at Tiri'ol's worried look at the workshop. Wao pounded on the sides. Used a lot of arcane to stop it from overheating, also got some of the finest rocks from the lake that turned up one night to enclose the insides. It's more steamy then burning hot anymore, makes it easier for us to work longer! Wao's fists were on his sides, his chest puffing up proud with his wrinkled smile. Tirir'ol nodded her head smiling softly. Should I give him a tour of the inside? Wao questioned. If Orgoth wants. Otherwise I could try to find something else he might appreciate, or let him rest for tonight until the food is ready.