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Post by toby on Aug 5, 2011 14:48:24 GMT -6
Nate's wolf whimpered at the sneer from his Lord causing Nate to stand stiffer. He nodded sharply and then turned and headed back to the room. Once he was in the privacy of the room he pulled off the soiled shirt and sighed. He was definitly not making a very good impression on his Lord. If the Captian had seen what had happened she would've reprimanded him harshly and he kind of wish she'd been there to do so. There was no excuse for him being so unaware, if he'd been on his guard like a good guard he would've been able to avoid the tray.
Once in the bathroom Nate wet a cloths and wipped off his shoulders with the cloth and looked around for soup or something to help diminish the smell. He found some bubble bath soap under the sink. It was the only thing he could find in the way of soap at the moment. He sniffed the bottle and raised a brow. Mango. He made a face but put it on the cloth glad to get rid of the french onion soup smell. Nate didn't mind the smell of mango he rather liked the smell just not on him but compared to onion it was an improvement, he just hoped his Lord didn't take offense to the smell.
Nate quickly pulled on a clean black shirt and headed down the stairs back to the kitchen. He hoped that his Lord would still be there but as Nate had figured he wasn't. After asking a few of the kitchen hands and avoiding a few more trays aimed for his head he left the kitchen in search of his Lord. He ran a hand through his hair why was today going so poorly. His Lord probably had little to no confidence in his abilities as a guard and Nate himself was thinking he needed to be sent back to training but he still wanted to be here. His wolf growled at him he didn't want to leave his Lord's house or his Lord.
As Nate ran through the house he got lost more than once the frustration was starting to get to him as his headache grew increasingly worse. He headed down a hall and caught sight of his Lord rounding a corner. He ran after him and caught up to him and walked behind him right where a guard should be. He didn't say a word just went back to his job part of him not talking was the throbbing in his head.
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Post by Lord Arawn Frost on Aug 22, 2011 10:10:11 GMT -6
This evening was not going to plan. It was meant to simply be nothing more than a meet and greet over dinner. He, the lord frost would speak to his new guard and get some basic information and facts out of either his mouth or Captain Roseburn’s. Simple but effective. However this was not happening, Dawn had retreated to her quarters and since then not a sound apart from running water had been heard. Arawn wondered, had she simply had a bath then fallen to sleep? This was likely since the ride between the palace and his great estate was a long one.
Most likely Dawn would not be seen for the rest of this particular evening. Dinner would just be Arawn and Nathaniel, now this was going to be awkward. Likely it would be more awkward than his first meeting with his daughter’s mates. It was something Arawn would never forget, this evening was getting close to the embarrassment he had felt but still was miles off. However that did not matter, at the moment in time all that mattered was the preparation of another starter, another soup. Something simple but tasty. The onion soup had been ruined the moment it hit the floor, tomato soup was easy enough to make and would have to do.
The silly young man was now showering and changing. After all the lord did not want to have the smell of onions following him for the rest of the evening. Leaning against the wall, he watched the few members of his staff that had remained on this evening work. They were used to his careful gaze, taking in each and every one of their actions are they worked like gears in a well oiled machine. Now Nathaniel was to be another part of that machine, so far he had worked quite well with the others but his clumsy mistake was something that could not be overlooked just yet. The maids and servants could easily get everything sorted, he pushed himself off the wall and left the kitchen leaving through the door he had entered not that long ago.
Wandering aimlessly was all he seemed to do these days. No reason nor rhyme for his long walks through the many halls and corridors of his vast home. On every floor hung painting that haunted him so, the beautiful face of his long deceased wife smiling down at him. Some he was present, standing tall and proud beside her, whilst other held the pixie like face of their daughter Phoenix in different stages of her youth in her arms or seated next to.
The sweet, sweet smell of mango floated into the hall.
His brother wolf howled excitedly, both the lord and wolf loved the smell of mangos. The sweet, juicy fruit was something he loved. The taste of the flesh of the fruit as he bite down, his tongue lapping up the juice as it escaped. Now it was intermingled with the scent of another, of his guard Nathaniel. Oh what was a gentleman to do? His eyes moved from the painting upon the wall to the newly showered and dressed Nathaniel Alexander. Arawn found he could not speak, all he could do was stare straight at the sight before him. His brother wolf lurked in the shadows of his mind, taking in every inch of the form before him, imprinting it to their shared memory.
“Nathaniel, welcome back” He greeted the young man, this time his tone lacked the icily nature that he had previously used. He would have to get used to this man but it would take quite awhile.
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Post by toby on Aug 29, 2011 11:18:04 GMT -6
As Nate stood before his lord he had to resist the sudden urge to squirm. He wasn't a normally squirmy person but something about the way his lord was looking at him made him uneasy although his wolf didn't seem to share any of his concern and in fact wanted to do a little spin to give his lord a better look. Nate mentally shook that idea away as he looked seriously back at his lord all six foot plus of guard. There would be no more screw ups or failings he was going to do this and do it right. Though the idea of his wolf bouncing as it was in his mind right now from his lord's wleocme was a little unsettling. What was going on with his wolf lately he'd never been so.....troublesome before.
Normally Nate's wolf was as well behaved and good natured as Nate himself. The two having many similarites over differences they'd even agreed when Nate had desired to leave his family for his own benefit since they simpyl didn't understand how much of an outside he felt in his own hometown. Living there just hadn't felt right and now living here he truly grasped how out of place he had felt in Montana. Here with all the lycans not having to worry about shifting away from human eyes and just able to truly be himself Nate felt at home. Or he had until he arrived at his lord's house earlier this evening.
It had been one mishap after another and Nate knew he was better than this better than what was happening. Yet it was starting to feel as if something was working against him and it was starting to look like it was his wolf with his odd actions. His wolf was overly zealous about guarding his lord and Nate was starting to wodner if it was more than excitement about his promotion. Things had really started to go bad in the kitchen... Maybe that servant his lord had been talking to? Nate hadn't had a relationship in a long time. Was his wolf lonely and that servant had drawn his attention.
Nate filed those thoughts to be mulled over later he was on duty and nothing came above his lord's safety. He nodded his thanks to his lord."I'm sorry to have left your side like that my lord my greatest apology. It will not happen again I assure you such a thing is disgraceful."
He'd picked up on how to behave around the nobles after his first year here. It had been a big shift in his life style you didn't exactly have royalty now a days back in the state's but here it was still alive and thriving. In all honesty Nate liked it the nobility were great men and women and he respected them all and wanted nothing more that to protect them. Protecting others had practically been woven into his DNA he'd worked many public defense jobs before coming here and now as a guard to his lord everything felt like it was clickign into place. Well almost everything.
His eyes moved from his lord to the wall of paintings behind him. He recognized his lord and could only guess that the other two were his wife or mate and his daughter. Mate's were another thing Nate had really started to understand here. Though his parents had explained it he'd never really understood but being here and seeing all the mate's and how they acted while it reminded him of his parents there was something deeper. Nate had started to hope that he would find his own mate soon, he couldn't wait to snuggle up with whoever she might be at night and talk to her for long hours when he wasn't guarding someone. An idea flickered to light in his mind could that servant woman be his mate. His wolf gave a growl at the thought but at the same time he was wagging his tail at the idea of mate. This was a mess he'd have to sort though...eventually."That is your mate and daughter my lord? They are very beautiful." Nate was speaking to his lord though he was looking at the paintings and then around the hall. He wasn't being rude simpyl making sure his lord was safe while trying to learn more about who he would be protecting and if that protection would also be of the two women in the paintings.
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Post by Lord Arawn Frost on Jan 2, 2012 9:19:12 GMT -6
Arawn wanted to move, run away but his brother wolf would not allow it. It was fighting for control, for dominance in this moment in time. He was a lord and master of his grand estate of Fairnix, this simply would not do!
His brother wolf was no longer the dominant force in this life, in his mere flesh form. It had lost that standing the day.., the day their beloved mate had perished. The wolf was pushed into the background, grieving for the lose of his strong she-wolf. It forced the empty broken shell of a man forward, forward into the lime light to raise their child. It had moulded and changed him, changed him into the man he was today, the strong silent leader who treated his servants like family, like equals. They were still kin at the end of the day. This stoic nature, this mask that he had adopted had finally grated upon the very last nerve of the king.
It had led to this very moment, this very awkward situation with Nathaniel. The action of a frustrated king had resulted in the promotion of guard, a mere guard at the bottom of totem trying to climb the ranks, not through favours but true hard work. This man, no this lycan was truly honourable, and most wrathful of his place within his household.
His ice cold gaze remained fixed upon the portrait, upon the face of his former mate. Emotion was edging through his ever so slowly crumbling mask. This mask had served him well, through troubled and harsh time had remained strong but now, with the arrival of this young wolf it was falling piece by piece, day by day. It would not last long and the drawn, sorrow filled features of the lost soul that he truly was, would be revealed to his new guard. Not his daughter but his guard would see the tattered heart that lay softly beating in his most battered of bodies.
Home, this vast manor had not felt like home in a long time. It was barren of any kind of laughter, barren of real life that had once seeped from every corner. It fit its master to the letter, it was like him barren of love and any general degree of positive emotion.
“Must I keep telling you, there is no need to apologise” He started, this continuous pattern to use the word sorry for every little thing was starting to pull on his nerves. It needed to be dealt with and stamped out as soon as possible. Arawn would likely face his toughest challenge, in the form of this younger wolf but he had never given yet. Nothing had beaten him before and this would not be the first time that Arawn would face defeat.
“She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever clapped eyes upon” His voice was filled with sorrow, it clung to every world that escaped his mouth. “Anne is…” The words would simply would not leave his lips, it had been hard at first to even accept the fact she was gone, never to grace these halls with her light and fairy like presence.
“My mate is no more, my daughter’s mother was murdered decades ago Nathaniel”
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