Bitterness [Yang]

[Freya]

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Freya had had better days. Today was a day filled with pain and bitterness. She was extremely hurt since her mate had left her. She was just up and gone one day. One minute she was laying alongside her and the next gone without a trace! Freya could still remember that day like it was just yesterday. She awoke expecting her to be right next to her and she was gone. At first Freya thought it was normal and that she was probably out hunting, but then time began to pass and she still hadn't returned. It was then that she started to become concerned. She circled Othala's territory at least three times without finding her. This was when she began to stress. She screamed her name for hours, and continued to search until her legs couldn't carry her weary frame anymore. And now months had passed and she was still gone. There were days where Freya searched for her from sunrise to sunset. But today she was just straight bitter. What had she done to deserve this? She had saved her life from a random wolf attack and this was how she repaid her? She had asked the Gods for answers, even poked and prodded them when she received visions about other things but they had no news to give her. It bothered her because she wouldn't care as much if she knew that she was still alive and well. The fact that Freya did not know of her whereabouts was unsettling.

She frowned, moving out of her den and heading off towards the pools. All she wanted to do was go for a swim. Maybe if she was lucky she would drown in the process. Dinnae think lik' that! Her conscious scolded her but all Freya could do was scowl. How come bring her intae mah lee juist tae hae her lea me? She grumbled, meanwhile picking up her pace just the slightest. Soon the water came into view and before long she was wading into it. It was just warm enough out that the water wasn't bone chilling cold. It was still cold enough to remind her of just how alive and well she was. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to relax for the time being. She couldn't continue to be this emotional about this. She had a job in this pack and she couldn't let her personal life come in the way of that.

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notes: here we go, I'm excited to have them meet even though she's grumpy! c:
tagged: Yang
translations:
Thought One: Don't think like that!
Speech One: Why bring her into my life just to have her leave me?
word count: 429

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[Yang]

Once again leaving his sisters side, Yang was resolved to do better on this little field trip than he had the last time when he nearly destroyed the princess of Othala with a few sentences. Surely he couldn't do any worse than that. Right? He nearly smiled at that, Of course I could do worse. He mused, not taking joy in this revelation by any means but it was just the truth and he wouldn't lie to himself about how awful he could be sometimes. Yin tried to coax him into a better frame of mind, sweet girl tried to strengthen his personal outlook but he was just cut and dry about it. 

Finding himself by the flowing waters, Yang spotted a pure white figure ahead immersed within it. It reminded him of his very own sister, despite the fact they were a stark difference in colors. But Yin loved the water so much, it seemed that as soon as it thawed, she was in it splashing in her delicate little way.

Upon closer inspection, this girl looked familiar in a vague way. Oh yes! That festival that happened soon after the twins arrived, he was so tense that day he was sure he made a lousy impression on everyone. Would that be held against him? Probably. 

Still, he walked up along the edge and looked over at the white female with guarded caution mixed with slight curiousness. Should he herald her a greeting? He remained undecided as his paws carried him closer. This cloud well or awful....great.

Deciding quickly he spoke quietly hoping to not spook her and make her upset because then all bets were off and he knew that his temper would flare up immediately. "Afternoon." A simple greeting so he didn't think herald could cause any offense with that. Hopefully.

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Words: 308
Tags: Freya
Notes: here we go ^^
Muse: good

[Freya]

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The cold water was refreshing. It leaked through her bones sending a shock wave through her system. She needed to feel alive again and needed to stop feeling hopeless. In time she believed she could love again but for now she would keep her heart guarded. She waded deeper into the water until her paws were just barely touching the sandy bottom of the lake. She dipped her head under water, holding her breath all the while before lifting it back up out of the water. She sneezed once before shaking her fur, sending a spray of water every which direction. Freya had always loved the water, back when she lived with her humans she used to go swimming constantly in their large pool of water. It was times like these that she missed their company. They always made her feel loved and adored, and it hurt her to not know whether they were safe or not. But Freya had a gift and that gift needed to be put to good use. She wasn't the shaman for no reason after all. Her visions were few and far between but when they did occur they were often telling of extremely important things. She found that in time she would be able to hone her skills better and perhaps see visions more frequently.

Afternoon. She was instantly brought out of her thoughts when she heard the gruff vocal chords. She swung her body around to face the wolf, only to recognize the brute instantaneously. This was the male she had met at the last meeting and he had rubbed her the wrong way originally but everyone has their bad days. She smiled before wading out of the water. She stepped away from him before shaking her pelt out so she wouldn't get him wet. Hello a'm Freya. She spoke, her thick accent true to her heritage. There were plenty of times where she missed the rich rolling hills of Scotland but she was becoming accustomed to the scenery here. She dipped her head politely before pulling her haunches beneath her to sit. Wha micht ye be? She asked of him, curious to know his name and just what position he held within the pack. A'm th' shaman. She informed him with a smile before waiting patiently for him to speak.

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notes: c:
tagged: Yang
word count: 411

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[Yang]

She responded, that was something. It would have been easy for her to just ignore him. That possibility mulled itself over several times until she spoke. A thick accent caught him off guard for a few seconds until his brain shifted to decipher her words. Where is she from? It must be far from here wherever that was. He never heard an accent like that. But once she spoke a little more it was easily understood by the white male.  

"Yang is my name. A Ullr of the pack, together with my sister, Yin." Yes he brought her up every time it seemed suitable to him to remind himself he wasn't alone in the world. Even when his temper blazed, she could calm him. 

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, hoping to sound friendly but that sharp edge to his voice had a hard time disappearing. Probably sounding more condescending than kind, Yang wrinkled his nose at himself. Pointless. He was too gruff for stuff like this. Small talk was so difficult. "I take it you are not from around here?" Blaring the obvious here. "Neither are we. My sister and I hail from Africa." Maybe forging some common ground would help right? It couldn't hurt at least.

"Do you like being Shaman?" Another stupid question. Yin should be here, She was better at this even with her shyness. Yang had the opposite issue of being to bold, got him into trouble several times already since they had arrived. 

He had thought to ask after Freyas family but decided against it, he had already asked quite a bit and could offend by being to curious. He didn't need another reprimand by the shadowy Sazio if he happened to be listening. So he kept his mouth shut and waited for her reaction.

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Words: 304
Tags: Freya
Notes:
Muse: iffy