OOC: Tags on this thread for lion :T
When he finishes his character's profile 8D
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The bleating howl of the oxen-horn carried across the Grand Steppe, a wailing call that signified the hunters were returning home. Excitement mounted as Brynhalla felt the winds on the steppe sweep through her hair as she climbed the tallest tree of the plain and looked over towards the approaching hunting party as her chest swelled with pride. The sight of her parents, Fahnill and Varessia, at the forefront of the party, made her stomach do uncontrollable flips as she raced down through the branches and through the plains. It was evident even from this distance the hunters had been successful, and with a wild holler, the young woman- now barely in her teens, gave a whistle for her horse Thorabear and the bloodbay stallion came storming her way.
Latching onto the horse as it rode by, she didn't miss a beat as she dangerously climbed her way onto the racing horse's back and took hold of it's dark mane as the pair galloped off towards the village of the Vahltrysse, leaving the empty air behind her to eat her dust.
The village was full of life- and Brynhalla joined in the festivities beaming in a world all of her own. Her parents were the talk of her village, one all aspired to be like- and she, everyone saw her as a child with great potential- one blessed by Athra.
"You will be like your mother some day. Varessia must be proud how well you fight and hunt on your own!"
And naturally, the young child replied with an eager, "Of course! I might even be better than she! Just you wait!" ANd everyone was always so supportive, even if her drive seemed to rival that of the Gods.
As the meat from the hunt was cooked over the spit above a massive bonfire that roared in the center of her town, Brynhalla enjoyed her meat first, as grease glossed across her lips and fingers as she hungrily sunk her teeth into her meal and remained with her parents in the hunter's circle. She was too young to properly join them, but she was always attached at her mother's hip;a nd no one would challenge Varessia for her child's right to eat with her.
Though it was on occasions like these that Varessia's other child, Brynhalla's half brother, Darkrom, watched off to the side with his crippled father. Vaxxem, Varessia's first mate, had taken a terrible fall from the hunt and has been a cripple ever since. He always hoped the fall would have killed him, but it seems their goddess Athra had other plans. And though his glory days were at an end, he always tried to encourage Darkrom to strive to be as good as his mother and half sister. Silently Darkrom would always agree, but his eyes were always darkly piercing on her favored child.
Licking off her fingers, Brynhalla tossed the bone - now licked clean, onto the ground as she got upa nd dusted off her tanned, fur trimmed skirts.
"I'm so hungry I think I might have seconds!" And boastfully she threw back her shoulders, pushed out her chest and strolled on over towards the bonfire to take more meat that was rightfully hers. Though some of the clan was only getting their first portions, those from the hunt always ate first- and being she was on her second plate,s he cared little for the others withhungered bellies as she pushed past a young man to get in line before him.
"Another piece! And be sure it's got plenty of fat, Valkier!"
Valkier turned from the young man who had been in line before her and slopped the meat onto his plate before turning to Brynhalla with a smile. He only had one eye,a nd dark hair now grew over top of it to hide the gruesome vacated hole from sight.
"A growing girl needs to eat her meat. But a growing girl should also learn that, despite her place in the hunt, she ought to think of others first."
Brynhalla, taken back Valkier would dare talk to her that way, quickly grew angry.
"Valkier! I am hungry! And my parents were the one leading the hunt! My plate! Give to me the finest piece, dripping wtih juices before I throttle you here and now!"
Valkier, unimpressed, let out a curt laugh.
"Then to the end of the line with you. Even your parents would take their turns on seconds."
Still angered Valkier denied her her rights, she went on, "But it is my right!" And she spoke it through her teeth, eyes narrowing dangerously upon the hunched back, older man. But Valkier only smiled and turned to the young man that was still standing beside her- and handed him a second piece of greasy meat.
"For you, Thoronir, for having the patience of Athra."
Turning to take in Thoronir, a boy barely with any muscle on his gangly arms, had her huffing at the sight if him as she took him in.
"Thoronir?" Need she justify her disgust anymore? And with a scowl at them both, she hastily plucked the larger set of meat from his plate and took off with it, running.