(RP ft. Ayala MinaWolf10
and Murchadh Sphruxon
The sun's rays almost carried weight today. As she trod through the streets, her pink tongue hung limply from her mouth, her eyes staring dully ahead and her feet almost stomping into the ground every step. She was desperately trying to fight the exhaustion in her, but after days of no food, she was beginning to lose the strength to roam outside. Fasting was a rare thing even for the spiritual dogs of the desert, but when the conviction came a dog would choose which necessity they would forgo. Even now her stomach silently wailed in protest, like a ravenous vulture gone too long without its carcasses. All it had received was a few drugs she had taken to increase her ability to withstand the fasting and to increase her spiritual senses. The drugs, unbeknownst to her, when put together had an ill effect on her body, and increased the hunger pitted in her belly. Perhaps I should end the fast now...
the thought rose to the front of her mind. No!! That is temptation and greed calling me. I must resist, and allow my spirit more time to delegate from the desires of the body.
She was headed towards the marketplace to see the situation of the dogs and merchants there until, as she was passing the hunter's district, her mind felt almost fuzzy, as though it was suddenly filled with a soft blanket or warm sand. Unconsciously her head slipped downwards, her body almost going limp as she desperately held herself upright through her lapse in consciousness. Staggering to a maintainable stance, the High Priestess's eyes shot every which way around her, nervously half-hoping none had seen her falter, and half-hoping someone had seen her to help her. Zonje was her crutch for everything in life... but he couldn't materialize just to shoulder her home for foolishly overtaking her bodily limits once again. A small whimper seeped from her throat; she couldn't even chew her tongue to relive her stress. Oh Zonje... help me...
With a nod of acknowledgment thrown towards his rather boring sparring partner, a young warrior who he had defeated far to quickly. He turned away began walking off, perhaps next time the canine would ask to be taught a few tricks, rather than ask for a full on spar. A stumbling figure in the hunting district caught Murchadh's attention and drew his thoughts away from the previous fight. Even from how far away he was he could easily tell there was something off about the lean canine, He frowned slightly and started to turn his head away when the strangers head dropped down like they had just lost consciousness. with that thought in mind he instantly set off at a rather brisk pace to get to the striped dog, who he was sure he had seen before but he couldn't quite put a name to her face just yet. "you"
he called out, with a rather harsh tone so he could draw her attention. as he came up behind her, a name came to mind. Ayala, this was the high priestess. The knowledge caused a string of stress to dance around in his chest, but he did his best to push it away. " May I help you?"
he questioned, he knew asking something like ' are you okay ' was just a waste of breath, because clearly she wasn't.Ayala
As the exhausted female stood helpless in her stupor, she wished for nothing more than to allow her legs to give. Her head once again began to sink, the lids of her eyes following its descent and closing over her sight..."You!"
Abruptly a harsh voice sounded through her head. Eyes popping open again, the weak Priestess strained her muscles to discover who was calling. A stocky, retriever-looking hound was bounding towards her. "Oh, thank you Zonje..."
She whispered as she waited for the canine to reach her.
Thank goodness she didn't have to waste energy shooting the male a sarcastic glance; he went straight to asking if he could assist her rather than seeing whether she was "okay". With a feeble smile, the High Priestess gave a curt nod. "I suppose your assistance is required, yes..."
The brindle mumbled. She may be grateful for his help, but she couldn't allow herself to appear too pathetic!Murchadh
Straight after she had finished talking Murchadh's tongue had flicked out and slapped over his noise before quickly retreating to where it belonged, she really hadn't offered him much to work off of " sure take me to so and so " might have been a little more useful. He considered taking her off to the Shaman district where he could palm her off to be fixed. But as quickly as that thought had came, so did the thought of Jax, The Occulist. He disliked the dog far less than the Shamans, and it would be good to see the large mix breed again. It had been a long time since the two had last talked. " Aye can take Ye to Jax"
he offered, before eyeing off her droopy head. Would she even make it that far? She was small, and looked light enough. Perhaps he could carry her? " if... If Ye cannae walk much further, aye could carry Ye?"
he thought it likley for her to say no, but he offered anyways.Ayala
The male seemed to be at a loss for what to do with her. At present it was slightly difficult to think and so she hadn't presented much more than acceptance of his help, and had left the situation up to him. Although at present even she wasn't sure what to do... she had never given out in public like this."Jax... yes, that would work."
She agreed. He probably had something to stave off her pain until the night when she could end her fasting. "Let's get going..."
Normally, after a sentence like that one would expect movement-- but her paws refused to leave their places, and she felt her muscles rigidly protesting the use of energy required of them. Ayala grunted in her throat, frustration at her vulnerable position rising by the second. Suddenly the Rottweiler mix spoke again, offering to carry the Priestess to their destination. A smile actually twitched her lips as the brindle female replied, "No, I'm sure I can make it. I just need some support. Thank you for offering, Warrior."
Ayala addressed his rank as though it were his name, in place of it, and as a soft way of reminding him that despite the weak condition she was in, she was still his superior in rank. Being carried would be, if at all, a last resort in her case. One could imagine such a sight would inspire rumors and accusations.Murchadh
With slight hesitation Murchadh moved himself closer to the high priestess so his body was fairly close, but not close enough that they where touching. He figured she could initiate the contact, and lean on him for support. The muscles in his Body were tense, a result of the stress bubbling through his body at being so close to the priestess. He wondered if she could indeed make it to Jax without collapsing and needing him to carry her.. She appeared to be so weak, physically. He had no idea what was wrong with her, healing was not his expertise, perhaps if she had been bleeding or something he could have helped with that. The quicker she got to a dog who could heal her, the better. He didn't bother questioning her about the condition she was in, Mainly because she could somehow take offence to it or what have you. Either way, he avoided asking. " I'm Murchadh, by th' way"
he said, almost absently. Obviously he didn't need to ask for her name, but he figured she would not likely know his, so now she did.Ayala
Her fiery gaze tensely watched as the Warrior scooted hesitantly closer to her, until he was almost a pawstep away, then stopped. He seemed afraid to initiate the contact required to help her to the Occultist... at least he was cautious. Anyway, it was good to fear her touch. Ayala shifted her weight onto the waiting shoulder of the male and gave him a glance. "Hm. Murchadh. Well, no sense in wasting time-- let's go."
It would be interesting to see how the Warrior acted in this situation... perhaps he had a future as a bodyguard?Murchadh
His body got Impossibly tense when the Priestess came into contact with him, he forcibly pushed out a breath of air to calm himself. Unrecognisable images fought their way into his thoughts, but even without being able to see them clearly he knew they had something to do with Zonje, With sacrifices and lastly with his long dead mother. It wasn't as if this stranger had anything to do with what happened to his family, But she was what they called Zonje's Mate. And he had been fighting himself on how to feel about the god for the past few years. Not to mention the fact that her job included Sacrifices. He shook his head slightly and let out a shaky breath, he had to keep it together. He had to stay in control. He flicked a quick glance at the female leaning on him, and focused on how innocent and weak she appeared to be. No matter his issues, his fear that was being brought up, he needed to get her to Jax so she could be fixed. " aye, Lets get going "
his voice was a hell of a lot calmer than he felt. And with that, he began to stalk forward.Ayala
Despite her situation, Ayala found herself stifling a snort at the almost stone-like muscles of the Warrior when she leaned against him, and the forceful gust of air he pushed through his lips. Murchadh's stiff anxiety pulsed though his body, even as his voice sounded with a calmness that strongly differed from the nervousness that creeped underneath his skin. Inwardly the brindle was tempted to tease him about it, to get as close to him as possible and to speak as cryptically as possible just to see how far it could go. Alas, however, her new rank required her to be professional and dignified, to not give in to the temptation of irreverent use of her influence and power. Having mentally scolded herself, the weak female ended up mechanically moving alongside the male in utter silence, her eyes staring dead ahead yet observing nothing as she focused inward on herself. After a moment, she blinked herself out of her introspective bout and glanced to her side at the Rottweiler mutt. As exhausted as she was, she felt a pang of curiosity and indulged it by beginning to inquire him. "So then, Warrior Murchadh, I assume you haven't had any experience in aiding weak creatures to the Occultist's den?"
A bit of criticism and humor as well as a question that would no doubt bring her a bit of information on whom she was leaning on and perhaps find out where the dog stood spiritually. A perfect setup in her mind, as long as it all went as she hoped.Murchadh
How long would it take for them to get to the oculist's den? He didn't know, but he sure as hell hoped it wouldn't take a long time. He hasn't even considered the fact that Jax could be out somewhere doing something else, he didn't want to consider it because that could lead to him taking her to a shaman. Sure, Jax was a highly spiritual dog and their first encounter hadn't ended particularly well but Murchadh and managed to get over it and their meetings after that had become more positive. He shot a glare out at a mixed coloured dog that had been sparing odd glances towards Murchadh and Ayala but his stare down was cut short when the priestess spoke to him. He turned his head to stare at her before he replied with " Ye assume right, aye havena taken someone to his den afore' "
he took in a soft breath and looked away, only to catch another glance at the staring dog as they made their way past him. He guessed it was only out of curiosity, perhaps concern. After all it wasn't everyday that the High Priestess Ayala was escorted so closely by a warrior. He turned his attention back to the female once again, and tried to find something else to discuss. Perhaps conversation could help rid him of the anxiety bubbling throughout his body. But what could he say?Ayala
A multi-colored dog, the female noticed, was at the receiving end of a pointed glare from Murchadh as she had spoken her inquiry. Inwardly she noted and appreciated the stare the male gave at passerby who dared to stare at the two as they hobbled along. Ayala herself gave several her own pointed glare, before returning her attention back to the liver-colored dog. Goodness. I've never heard such a heavy accent before.
There was another break in the conversation. "Not much of a talker, are you?"
Ayala snarked, although the words were not delivered with the criticism of one who did not understand; she herself often found herself a bit inept at proper conversation. Perhaps I can give this walk a little less awkwardness and a little more interest. "That's quite an accent there, you know. Did you come from any place specific, or did your mother and father just always have it?"
It was with the slight baring of Murchadh's hard teeth that the of the mixed coloured dog decided against approaching the Priestess who was leant against the cranky looking warrior. He didn't wish to be stopped by anyone, because that meant his contact with the female would go on for a longer period of time. The snarky tone in Ayala's voice sparked a hint of annoyance, here he was helping her and she was getting snarky with him! He shot her a glare but it was quickly wiped off his face, he couldn't allow himself to get Nasty with such a high ranking Canine, After All she could cause him some serious issues. He took in another soft breath " at least aye 'm Not talking yer ears off" "
his head turned away for a moment and his ears perked forward at the sound of voices yelling, but he couldn't see the dogs that had their voices raised loudly. At her next question, Murchadh's attention returned back to her " Mostly got it from m' Parents "
he answered, sure there had been a few other dogs around that had a similar accent but it wasn't a predominantly Scottish accented area they had lived in. The question hadn't thrown Murchadh off too much, but he still didn't like talking about his parents so it was a little bit uncomfortable.Ayala
A small "hmph" came from Ayala as she observed the stranger relenting in his nosiness and leaving the two alone. Why can't some dogs learn to mind their own business sometimes...
A small pang of surprise came as Ayala thought she saw the remnants of a glare from the Warrior, although she was unsure whether she had seen correctly. Surely
he had a little more control on his temper. Then again
, she thought, he is a warrior
. Their sort are a bit more brutish and impulsive in nature.
As if to validate her thoughts, the male's reply was a slightly sassy retort. Amused, the Priestess allowed a quiet snort in response in place of words.
Not much nostalgia tinted in those words... The female wondered whether she was just over analyzing Murchadh. After all, she initiated this conversation for her own interest and entertainment, and in the face of lacking information it was possible her mind was grasping for something to make the situation more interesting. "Oh? Did they both have it then?"
She prodded.Murchadh" Aye "
he responded, rather Simply. The anxiety in his chest was still boiling, but it had gone down slightly as the talking had managed to distract him. It was after his response that he noticed a sleek dog heading directly towards him and Ayala, the dogs attention was completely fixated on the both of them so Murchadh glared at it but it continued forward until it stopped in front of the two. There was a marking on her chest that indicate she was a Shaman. " High priestess!" "
the female Called, her voice clearly laced with worry " What is wrong?"
The glare on Murchadh's face didn't faulter, and whatever anxiety that had Been chipped away from their conversation was gone. The Shaman didn't even pay any attention to the warrior that was shooting daggers at herAyalaHmpf.
The Warrior seemed to be living up to her prejudices. The Priestess had never truly admired the brutish natures of some of the other factions, especially the warriors, and their tendency to quarrel and shed blood for the sake of showing off always left a bad taste in her mouth. That, and their seemingly one-track, simple minds that couldn't comprehend the importance of the more spiritual facets of the city they lived in. Conversing with them, as she was with this one who was escorting her, was never an invigorating experience...
As she was deciding whether or not to continue prodding the Warrior, the corner of her red eyes caught the approaching figure of another stranger-- yet this dog, it seemed, was not about to waver from the glare Murchadh was undoubtably giving her. As for herself, Ayala raised her head and gazed at the mutt in surprise as she confronted her. A twisted mix of emotions formed in her gut. Oh, she loved the Shamans, of course, but... this time, she felt like snapping at the bitch with whatever energy she could muster for calling attention to her weakness-- more than it already had been. The High Priestess narrowed her eyes slightly and attempted to rest more weight on her own paws."I-- hmrph,"
The brindle sighthound struggled to find words that could explain to the Shaman what appeared to be happening without going into detail.
The shaman before the two tilted her head as Ayala searched for words, daring to step even closer to them. "Yes?"
The beginnings of a growl rose in the back of the female's throat as she prepared to speak again. The nerve of this one! They act as though they think I can't handle myself.
Of course, she had forced herself to fast for seven days and nights, and she knew she felt weak this morning-- but that wasn't the same. "I am being escorted by this kind Warrior here-- 'Moore-ugh-cha', was it?-- to The Occultist's den for some medicine to aide some weakness I have felt during my fast. It was by his offer and my acceptance, an I assure you I need no further assistance."
Surprisingly cold words from she who was supposed to be the 'Mother' to the shaman faction towards one of her children... but she needed to learn her place. Feeling a bit of pity for reproaching the little female in public, she added, "I do appreciate your concern, however."
Murchadh could feel the priestess shift her weight slightly as she tried to stand on her own, likely so that she didn't appear so weak in front of the shaman. He gave a slight nod of his head when she said his name, though he didn't add anything to the conversation afterwards, after all talking to the shaman could just lengthen the amount of time he had to stand there with Zonje's mate pushed uncomfortably against him." Surely, I could take you to-"
the shaman started to offer up her own services to Ayala, after all her home was much closer than the oculist's and she would be more than happy to invite the priestess into her home. Her voice lowered slightly as she continued her offer " My home, it is closer?"
she tilted her head and seemed to peer closer to the priestess. She spared the warrior a glance but quickly looked back to Ayala, the warrior hadn't stopped with his glare.
Murchadh stopped glaring for a moment and looked at Ayala, would she accept the shamans offer? Ugh, he hoped not. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to take the high ranking dog into the shaman district who knew how many dogs would interrupt them with their concerns there. It wasn't up to him, of course. Though he really wanted to just go ' no the Occulist will do'Ayala
As the brash Shaman began to suggest herself to take the place of Murchadh, Ayala found herself surprised at her own preference. In the face of this impetuous Shaman before her, she found herself actually wanting to stay with the awkward Warrior. In fact, even if she hadn't been in this position, Ayala was quite sure she wouldn't have followed the nosy female to her home. Paranoia prickled at her shoulders and down into her chest as the brindled sighthound mix raised her chin and glared down at the Shaman with disdain. "Speak in an even tone throughout your sentence, child, the Warrior glaring at you is less than a foot away from you and could hear you even if you were whispering."
She began with a criticism, her words flat and dry. The little Shaman had ignored all the warnings signs from both dogs she confronted, and now she would pay the price for her frivolousness in the presence of the High Priestess. Her attitude was precisely the reason Shamans lost control of their power, and the reason why Sentries didn't trust Shamans. "And while I appreciate your concern, I assure you my decision is sound and final. Am I clear? Now run along, and I ask you be careful to keep your nose in your own business next time. Some may not be as forgiving as I."
And with that, the Priestess whipped her head over to Murchadh expectantly. "Well, let us continue. These stallings have not done any help to my health..." But I'm not taking the shortcut to a Shaman who very well might have tried to poison me and vie for my position!Murchadh
Yes! She wasn't going to make him go through the shaman district with her! He was definitely relieved to hear that. The shaman lowered her head slightly and her perky ears pinned against the back of her head " I-"
she began but was cut off by a growl that formed in Murchadh's throat, The priestess had clearly told the dog to get out of their way and that she didn't want their help so Murchadh knew he could tell the female off for trying to continue the conversation, even if it was just to apologise " did Ye not listen to the priestess?"
he grumbled at the female who responded by taking a step back, whatever it was she was going to say taken away by the violent tone in the Warriors voice, she shot one last nervous glance at Ayala before scurrying off into the shaman district, presumably to return to her home. " Aye, Th' Occulist is not far"
Murchadh said, stating the obvious as his attention turned from the fleeing shaman to the job at hand. He began walking forward once more, glad that the end to his physical contact with the mate of Zonje was near. His mind wandered to the short conversation that had happened between the high priestess and the shaman, Ayala had mentioned that she was fasting that would explain her condition, the lack of food had clearly effected her body.Ayala
Ayala watched silently as the Warrior finally drove off the annoying bitch and allowed them to keep moving. A tch
of disapproval followed the Shaman out of her sight.
Wordlessly they resumed their trek, the female pondering the recent events that had occurred, and this warrior who seemed like he fit her prejudices superficially; however... she felt like she was missing a large chunk of the male's personality when she judged him. She didn't know him, only what this odd encounter had showed her. And despite all of her disdain and prejudices towards his rank, she still felt quite grateful to him and his help. Her thoughts trailed away in her mind, however, as she felt herself straining to keep herself from collapsing again, a wave of exhaustion running through her weak body.
She nodded as he pointed out how close they were to Jax, her eyes catching it nearby. "Thank you,"
Suddenly her voice shattered her silence. "For helping me. I am truly grateful for your willingness and focus. May Zonje bless you, Murchadh."
Smiling gently, The High Priestess dipped her head slowly in a gesture of her thanks and respect. She had wanted to thank him before they were all the way to their destination, as she could imagine Jax would want to get her back to her normal health as soon as possible. Finally reaching the Occultist's home, Ayala pushed off of the Warrior and pulled herself to Jax, who must have been alerted that they were coming, and stood ready to help her the rest of the way into his home for healing. A final nod back to the Warrior was one final thank you and a dismissal, as well as the last thing she did fully conscious before Jax gave her a prescription of herbs to boost her strength and return her energy.