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Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Grom spent the remainder of the party giving Annabelle short glances then turning his attention back to his friends and the activities there involved. They had spars going on for most of the night, and story telling of the greatest battles that the clan had had in its histories, stories of how through the combined efforts of the shaman's sight and the chiefs might that the clan could conquer and prevail in battle. The festivities proceeded until the fall of the moon, then many retired back to their homes for a couple hours rest before having to start the day's work, Grom one of the last to retire not ready to start his new life the next day. The morning was just as unkind to Grom, his head pounding like war drums and no hangover concoction in sight. He takes a few minutes to almost drown himself in water to make the pain go away a bit before moving to get ready for the day. He donned his own more ceremonial garb of the chief, a hide kilt and that dropped to his knees and the skin of the bear he had to kill with his bare hands, to prove he was worthy to be chief, adorned with plenty of beads and feathers. His face was marked with the simple war paint of the chief and he was out the door and to his place by Natar's side when the shamans joined them. The younger pair naturally avoid each other, only speaking when they must, but otherwise avoiding each others gaze. He watches as she addresses the high lady, but moves on to his own superior after a call. Several days later, the pair were looking at each other, the village's expectations heavy on their shoulders. He watches as she approaches him, a plate of cookies in her hands, his own hands behind her back holding his gift from view from her. He takes the cookies with a simple nod. He wasn't much of a cook, but there were finely baked, even he could tell. He looks at her, wanting to watch her expression at his gift to her. In...honor of our union and future responsibilities. he says, using the more expected words, he reveals to her his gift. In his hands was a shaman's staff made from a branch white oak, a sacred tree to the clan. It looked hand carved, far from masterwork level, but also not done shabbily either, the staff looking much like the totem pole that stood at the center of the village. I figured if I had to give you something, might as well be something useful. He says just loud enough that only she could hear him.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Her eyes locked onto the staff as it comes into view. Almost immediately one of her eyebrows rise in interest. She gently grabbed it from him and inspected in in her hands. Not the best thing around but it was indeed a sight to behold. At first her expression changed into a pleasant one of wonder. It was lovely. Her eyes trailed along the path that her thumb took as it traced over some detail. The wood was a dead ringer for the sacred white oak. Once again her mind ran to that fateful day with the Viscera Macca. Her expression visibly soured. Then she finally replied,Lovely, I do think this will be useful for my role... It was a good enough height for her. A bit taller than a human made staff, but shorter than a staff an orc would make. It's tip just barely over her own height. She'd honor it and perform the ritual to make it an official shaman staff. Even if it did bring a bit of a sour memory to her mind. Then again she supposed this was what she would have to get used to. The village was expecting them to pair off and live together. She was expected to life with him and all that entailed Sharing a bed, cooking, bedding him, etc. It brought a repulsive shiver to think that she'd actually have to be intimate with him. Hell she wanted to leave now. Get away from him, but because of the holiday, she was forced into staying. Finally she forced out,Would- Would you like to attend me as I gather the herbs for the ritual?
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

His own face sours for half a moment before nodding. I am honored to hear that. He says in response to her saying that it would be useful to her. In that respect, his tone was truthful. That his work would benefit the village brought him a great deal of happiness. He hears her ask him to join her and his own face sours for a moment before returning to his calm expression. Of course, I would...love to join you. he says hesitantly, forcing out the word love with just a hint of venom to it. He takes his place and leads the way out of the hall, holding open the flap to let her out, then joining her towards forest. Once out of view, he takes a few steps to the side, almost shaking with the idea that he had to be around her longer then he had expected. Why ask me to join you? He asks, knowing she didn't need him anywhere need the forest, not unless she expected a bear or something she couldn't fight to be out here. Tell me what you need, I'm sure I can find it. he says, waiting for something he knew she would consider to basic for him to screw up.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

All through the village she avoided even touching him. Finally, when they were out of view and in the forest she let out a vocal angry sigh. Then she heard his question and she immediately snapped back turning on her heel to face him,Like I want to be around you more than I'm supposed to. If I wanted an orc to join me, I'd ask one that I can trust with my safety. Why did you agree?! I was hoping you'd say no... That you had something to do. I don't know! The village expects me to ask to be near you longer. You were free to turn me down. She growled and continued walking into the forest. At his statement she quickly turned back around to say,Oh I know you'd be able to find them. It's the not crushing part that I remember you have a problem with. As she turned back around she said,Just... Just... Just do whatever. I don't care. With that she walked on. Stopping to inspect certain plants and even tree bark. Annabella really didn't want him here. In all honesty, she wanted him to just turn around and head back. Let her stay in the forest alone. She was pissed that he had agreed to go with her, she was pissed that she was being forced to pair with him, she was pissed at everything that Grom was. She didn't understand why the village still expected them to pair off. It was unreasonable.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

He snaps back at her, No, I'm just as trapped as you. You are not the only one with the village expectation on your shoulders. He reminds her. He huffs at her saying he would crush whatever he was sent after. At her request he turns back towards the village, ranting and raving but making sure to not crush anything that wasn't grass or so common it wouldn't be missed. Once back in the village view, he puts on a happy face and walks in, getting a small pot saying that they needed one to keep a needed flower fresh. He was quickly handed a pot and he turned back around heading into the forest, mumbling to himself, I'll show her. I'll bring her the most delicate thing I can find. Hours later, long after Annabella had returned to the village, Grom was still out searching, his pot always holding the most beautiful flower or delicate plant he had found, but he wanted the most delicate, even if it meant searching until dusk. As he scans the ground, he finds the next flower to go in the pot. This one was red and had a long stem. He slowly and carefully works to find where it is rooted in the ground. He carefully pulls the old flower from the pot and replaces it with the new flower. He searches for an hour more before heading back to the village, putting his happy face back on and walking up to Annabella. For you. He says, presenting her the pot and showing her the red flower there in it. Unknowingly he had brought her the very flower he had crushed so many years ago. He leans in close, to anyone watching it would look like a lover's whisper, his voice has only venom for her. I can be just as careful as you. He hisses into her ear, then pulls away with smile.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

She had gotten what she needed and had performed the ritual. Grom was still out in the forest stomping about being the brute that he was. Annabella didn't care where he was now. She was sitting with a few female orcs and her mother. They sat together laughing. That is until she saw Grom come up with some pot. She stood and walked over to meet him. Immediately she stiffened and stared at it. When he had pulled back from the whisper he would immediately see she was shaking and she actually was crying, and she was crying hard. It was the same exact flower. He had actually went out and brought back the Vicera Macca that he had crushed. It had matured with the years. It had grown but she could see the delicate scars. It had healed back up but not to its former glory. She refused to grab the pot. Finally she hissed out low enough for only him to hear while keeping the impression to everyone that she was just so happy,Grom, you're such an idiot... Do you even remember? Do you even know what you just brought back? Can you even remember?! It's a Vicera Macca, it's the same Vicera Macca. Ring any bells?
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

He gets a confused look on his face as he looks from the flower to the human with his eyes. He shakes his head gently, still trying to give the illusion that they were getting along and the tears were happy tears. No, I don't know what you speak of. He says, low but bluntly, that day having been mixed in with many days that he had made her angry and mad at him and many of the other boys he sparred with. As much as he didn't want to, he reaches up attempts to wipe at a tear, but isn't surprised if she pushes him away. If we are going to fight, let us move away from all the people, drop the niceties and fight, or just let this end. He requests. After, he stands up straight and calmly makes his way out of the view of the village, returning to the home of his parents, ready to fight if Annabella followed, but relaxing and trying to calm himself otherwise. He sits on the roughly made chair taking a few deep breathes to re-center himself, the flower in its pot sitting on a nearby table,
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

When he looked confused she pinched the area between her eyes as she kept herself from just snapping. Though when she felt his hand approach she indeed did let the act drop as she smacked it away with the back of her hand and looked away from him. She couldn't look at him anymore. She followed right behind him. Anger just rolled through her. When they were out of sight of the village she stayed by the door out and glared at him for a good minute or so. Then she said,You are such an ass! Really?! Let me clue you in on what you just presented to me. Years ago, before I got taken with the other hopefuls, that is the same flower you and that other boy crushed. Oh really, you can be do careful?... You certainly weren't careful with that flower years ago. That Vicera Macca was a rare find, you and Tor just decided to destroy it for no good reason! That has always been how you are, Grom. Picking on the weak because you can. You honestly think that just because you put it in a pot and brought it back here shows that you can be careful! She started to pace as she just unleashed what she had always wanted to say, not bothering really to be all that quiet either,Years and years, you've done this. All this is, is proof to me that you're not even the least bit sorry. You're not sorry about how you were or did in the past. That is what this showed me. The only nice think you've done is that staff and lets face it, you didn't even want to do that. I have seen no proof that you've changed at all. All I see is that you can fake it real well and I bet if I wasn't the next shaman, you wouldn't even fake it. You'd still act the exact same as when we were younger.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

He just stares at her as she rants at him. As she comes to an end, he glares back at her. And how have you changed? You are still the same little girl that left so many years ago. So caught up in crying over childish things like a long since recovered flower that can't even see you are disrespecting one of the honored dead. A good orc who fought and died so that you can stand here now and cry like a little girl that has lost her favorite toy. He keeps his tone cold, his glare the same as he just stares at her. You want an I'm sorry. Fine. I'm sorry that this flower was in our path as we rough housed as orcs do. I'm sorry that in the chaos of our training something beautiful and delicate was harmed. He grabs the pot. I'm sorry this flower makes you so weak that you resort to disrespect. I'll do you have a favor. I'll take it somewhere so that you never have to see it again. Consider this my second lover's gift to you. He says, then easily pushes her to the side and walks back into the forest, but not in the same direction that it had originally been.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Grom ignores the insults as he makes his way out into the forest and the farther out, not coming back for a two days. Grom's mother takes the gift and sets it in Grom's room while he is away. After his returns, things in the village return to normal for the rest of the week as the two ignore each other and go about the last bits of their training. Grom doesn't leave Natar's side during the days, acting as advisor and guard for the chief who always kept an eye on Grom. Out of the blue one of the days where the hall was especially quiet, You need to release your anger about Annabella. Natar says, turning to look at Grom. The whole village heard the words she yelled at you, but I can't help but feel you had a large hand in their telling. Chieftain...she...we both let the past haunt us too much. She sees only my wrongdoings and I only see her contempt for them. We have let old wounds dig too deep. He admits, letting his more formal position drop. I know that you and the Honored wife have expectations for us, but I don't know if we can pair well, the past just cuts too deep. Then let the future heal them. Natar says simply, turning away to signal the end of the conversation. Later that day, the honored wife with Annabella and Grom still in the hall but not looking at each other, makes her announcement. Natar smiles at the idea, scratching his chin lightly with one hand and holding the other up to keep the two young ones quiet as the adults spoke. That is a wonderful idea my love, but where....They could visit the fertile spring. Lots of time to themselves on the way there. He says, the hot springs he was talking about being a good week round trip if they went there, grabbed proof they had been there at all and walked back.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

The honored wife smiled brightly as she said,My love, that is a perfect idea! Annabella, while you two are there, I want you to gather the Rookfall moss found there. Annabella sighed deeply as she nodded and said,As you wish, High Lady. The supplies and preparations were made quickly. Soon she was ready at the edge of the village. Both her mother and the honored wife were with her. Her mother double checking the sturdiness of the bed and the supplies already packed. The shaman then said,Remember, let the past go. Her mother followed soon after as she handed the back back,Forgive and heal. Try your best not to bring up the past. If one keeps looking behind them, they will never be able to see the dangers ahead of them. She cringed a bit but nodded. As she spotted Grom her mother and the shaman both firmly placed a hand on her and whispered in stern voices,Stop living in the past and get to know him for who he is now. Though Annabella's immediate thought was,'I know who he is now. He's an absolute jackass.' Though she never uttered the words. She turned and started their journey... First three hours, she didn't talk. The next hour the silence was getting on her nerves. Then the next she finally said,This silence is going to make this journey last an eternity.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Grom just stands at perfect attention behind Natar, though his eyes start to light with an angry fire at the idea of spending so much time alone with the human. When the time comes though, he just sighs and answers with an I would be happy to Chieftain and High Lady. After that, they were sent away to prepare for the long journey, prepare packs and settle affairs that needed settled. Once everything was ready, Grom and Natar meet the three ladies at the village edge, the chieftain giving Grom a sword to go with the dagger he carried for protection. We are leaving her to you now. Come back only after you have been to the spring or she gets hurt. Do not talk about the past, let the future heal the two of you. Remember that. Come to know who she is now. Natar tells Grom, who only nods in reply. Hours later, they are walking, and Annabella breaks the silence. Well, what do you have to talk about? He asks, and starts to come up with ideas of possible talking points that wouldn't get them hot headed.
Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

She struggled for anything. All she knew was that this silence was murder on her. Finally she said,I don't know. Anything. I just can't take this silence anymore... How are you're parents doing? Anything... She never was one that liked being in a quiet room. Even more so with this horrible tension between them. Besides, if they came back and hadn't at least tried to talk, then she knew that the shaman would not be happy with her. More then anything, she just really hated the prospect of a long journey while not talking.
Thread: Worse Place

Where is the worst place you have been stuck for a long time?
Thread: Worse Place

My last job, at a popular night club in SF.
Thread: Worse Place

In an elevator in Berlin. I'm not that keen on enclosed spaces myself and generally use stairs wherever possible, but I was exhausted from traveling so stepped in to head up to the fourteenth floor. There were too many of us in there, but that became more and more apparent as this poor guy started having a serious panic attack. Some idiot pressed the emergency button and killed the elevator. The guy was totally freaking then, flailing around among us all. I managed to get to the buttons but it seemed to take forever before we started up again and when we stopped, the doors didn't open for another fifteen minutes. By then the guy was curled up in a ball, rocking and whimpering while a couple of us were just kneeling with him, stroking his head. Seemed forever to me, but it was a nightmare for that poor guy. At least there was a doctor standing by when we finally got out. Stuck with the stairs after that.
Thread: Worse Place

The state I'm living in - North Carolina. Let me sum up what our advertisement should be Welcome to North Carolina, where we Obama is the Anti-Christ, we hate the gays, all black people are lazy niggers, and hunting dogs are treated better than our wives. So if you're anything other than a white, middle-aged, repulican hetero Christian man, GET THE FUCK OUT. Can't wait to see you in church on Sunday, y'all! Or, at least that's what I've learned from being stuck here for 10 years. My view might be skewed since I'm the black sheep around here.
Thread: Worse Place

True story. In Istanbul, Turkey. Ataturk Airport. Our flight was initially delayed for two hours because of thunderstorms. I was cool with it because I travel a lot and my terrible luck usually leads to my flight getting delayed or cancelled. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said that 80 of the flights I've taken in my life received some sort of delay. They kept gradually delaying it every 45 minutes even after the storm had passed because they didn't want to mess up other flights in the schedule. After 5-6 hours, they told us to head to the gate because they were about to start boarding soon. Oh gawd yes, finally . When it was time to board, they decided to move us to another gate at another time. Again, we went there and waited, then were sent back to the first gate. This happened a few times before they decided to just take our flight from the flight screen all together It had been saying 'boarding' all the time. How convenient. Now we don't have to walk back and forth . Then we spend I'd say 4 hours just camping next to the gate while travelers came, boarded, and flew. Trip after trip. Whenever we we the 50-60 passengers lying next to the gate like a refugee camp, including my family talked to any employee at the airlines, they told us to take it to customer service. The gate we camped next to boarded maybe 3-4 flights during the time we were watching in disbelief. The gate opposite to ours had another refugee camp of a different European flight who received similar treatment. I was getting fed up so I decided to separate from my family and just go fite talk to customer service upstairs. My phone had been dead for a few hours but I hadn't noticed. Now upstairs I struggled to find the customer service office. Airport employees just kept directing me to all sorts of different places in different levels. I somehow ended somewhere underground where I couldn't hear any flight announcements, arguing with a guy speaking a language I don't understand. I decided to give up after an hour and just took the elevator upstairs back to the area where all the gates were. Then I hear them announcing that my flight is now boarding, and is on final call. I ran like I was being chased by a horny rhino. I practically shoved people away, yelling in distress for them to clear the way as if I was heading a royal procession. Directly in front of the escalators leading me downstairs, there was a scene just like this Swarms of the European flight passengers were protesting up the escalators, and there was a line of TSA agents blocking them and the escalators. Probably jealous we got to board first . Downstairs I could see my family standing in front of the empty gate gesturing for me to board before they leave me behind and adopt another child. Folks I don't know how I made it, but I did. I remember taking a deep breath, jumping between a few bodies, hearing a few curses in different languages I couldn't understand, but I ended up the last person boarding the flight. The entire delay was a little bit more than eleven hours. I loved every minute in Turkey, but I hated that trip more than anything in the world.
Thread: Worse Place

Long story, but in the Grand Canyon, by myself with a smashed ankle, no water and a hundred-degree temperatures for about twenty hours, until the Search and Rescue teams found me.
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Now there's a tale just has to be told! Sounds horrendous, Mr Quixotic! You've lived, so now you have to tell all some day in some way.