Vindico

Continued: cool for the weekend

citian

Indian Madar Offline

Crafter of Noa
19 Seasons / Male / Familiar
Played by Dee
110 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
x0 x0
*
Indian's Health
 
 
Strength
0
Defence
0
Agility
20
Intuition
0
#1
Taloned hand would reach up to push open the door in the wall that boarded this edge of the city, holding it open for Cit to step through before following and latching it behind him. It was still raining but within Noa he would retract is wing from its protective shield over Cit. Maybe it was because he was already massive and didn't need to take up more space then needed, maybe it was an unconscious recognition of stature and what it would look like to shield a slave from the rain rather then covering himself. To be honest he didn't put much thought into it, simply retracting and folding the appendages close to his own body.

The roads in upper Noa were narrow, the stone buildings built when wolves didn't grow as large at him. So instead of walking beside her the massive man would step ahead to lead the way. Thankfully it was a fairly straight shot through the city, talons clacking a rhythmic beat until they ended up outside his house. Hand would lift to turn the knob on the wrought iron door before pushing it open and stepping in. "I'll show you to the bathroom..." He would offer as he turned down the single hallway and opened the first door on the left.

It was a simple room, a massive tub in the centre and a mirror in the wall with towels piled in the corner. From the wall came a pipe, with two taps on it, that reached up high so that one could stand under the water if they liked. "Hot. Cold." He would offer, turning one tap at a time. "Apologies for the smell, the hot water is from the hot spring in the mountain. It takes some getting used to. Use what you need, I'll get us something to eat." He would say before turning to depart.

"Yell if you need anything!" He would call back down the hall before heading to the kitchen. The rest of his house was as scarce as his bathroom, hinting at the lack of time spent here, the two rooms each had a bed and that was about it. In the living room there were books strewn about along with various crafting materials. Though it looked like he spent the least amount of time in the kitchen... Some rummaging would bring out a large pot, filling that with water he would slowly set to work dumping some random vegetables and some of the meat leftover from last night in there. Bones would be added to create a broth before he would bring it to the fireplace. Another few minutes would be dedicated to lighting the hearth before hooking the pot up above it to simmer.

@Citlali
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Citlali Deerheart Offline

Loner of Vindico
18 Seasons / Female / Familiar
Played by FennecFyre
140 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
x0 x0
*
Citlali's Health
 
 
Strength
0
Defence
3
Agility
7
Intuition
10
#2
She had tried not to stare too noticeably as he escorted her through Noa. Citlali was, admittedly, a bit of a country bumpkin, and had never been within the walls of a settlement this large. Even in the rainy dusk, it was still imposing, yet beautiful in a way. She could almost feel the city's age through her paws, layers upon layers of inhabitants, each one leaving their own mark upon the stone city. She resolved to explore its streets if she could--assuming her master didn't find her here.

She had a hard time visualizing Indian turning her over to them, but at the same time, she was afraid to tell him how she had come to end up at the mountain's edge. However inadvertently it had happened, a citizen was dead, and it was her fault. If someone came looking for her, she wasn't going to make Indian protect a criminal.

She kept her head down as she walked, eyes focused on Indian's tailfeathers trailing before her. There were a handful of wolves out this evening, sheltering from the rain. A few looks were thrown their way, though it seemed to be moreso out of idle curiosity than any prying malice. She looked up at last as they stopped before an impressively-wrought metal door. He stepped inside and she trotted in after him, glad to be out of the rain. She nodded gratefully at his words and followed him to the bathroom, intrigued. Her farm hadn't had running water, and she listened aptly to his instructions. Once she was alone, she pulled off her scarf and set it on the edge of the tub before stepping into the basin. As if by magic, a few turns of the taps produced a stream of warm, if slightly-whiffy, fresh water. A sigh of pure bliss escaped her as she stepped into the shower of water, its delicious warmth chasing away the cold. Sitting with her nose pointed up, she let herself be drenched, then shuffled her wings, washing off the muck and dirt. Her wounds stung slightly, but the shower quickly soothed them, and she ensured that no grime was left.

As wonderful as it was, she didn't want to use up too much of his hot water, so with reluctance she shut off the waterfall and dunked herself a few more times in the half-filled tub. Once she herself was clean, she'd gently take up her scarf and wash it as well. The edges were frayed and the bold carmine dye was beginning to fade, but the item was no less precious to her, and she treated it with reverence. When the scarf was clean, she left it slung over a tap for the moment to drip-dry, let the tub drain, and stepped out.

She gave a cursory shake, trying not to spatter too much water across the walls, then went to investigate the towels. Using one was a bit difficult, her feral blood meant that she lacked the dexterity of one like Indian, but she managed, toweling off her face and chest before dropping it on the floor and rolling on it to dry off her sides and back. A little backwater, maybe, but it worked. Once relatively dry, and already feeling a great deal better, she clumsily refolded the towel, retrieved her scarf, and carried it into the kitchen, where a delicious smell was already starting to waft. Leaving her scarf by the hearth to finish drying by the fire, she approached Indian, feeling her usual apprehension return. She wasn't used to anyone, let alone a citizen, showing her such unconditional kindness. It didn't help that her mind seemed to go especially blank whenever Indian was involved. She cleared her throat quietly, unsure what to say, before finally settling on "Need any help with dinner?"

Smooth.

@Indian
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Indian Madar Offline

Crafter of Noa
19 Seasons / Male / Familiar
Played by Dee
110 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
x0 x0
*
Indian's Health
 
 
Strength
0
Defence
0
Agility
20
Intuition
0
#3
The sound of water turning on gave him some time to settle his mind and take a few deep breaths. Tail would flutter and fluff before he would slowly seat himself before the hearth and stare into the crackling fire. One massive ear would be turned towards the bathroom, listening for if she needed anything though he wasn't paying too much attention. All he could think about was the state that he had found her in on the mountain. The sad scene he had stumbled across when he had encountered her earlier. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened, couldn't help himself from jumping to the worst possible conclusions. He didn't know her masters very well, at best he had bought crafting supplies from them when they happened across things in their travels. It was one of the only ways that Indian knew anyone was by the simple fact that he was known to buy just about anything from anyone. He loved the challenge of creating something from something that someone deemed worthless. It was a trick of the trade after all.

The sound of the water turning off would cause his neck to twist in the most unnatural fashion, seeming to break as he turned sharp yellow eyes to the door. He would blink a few times, trying to right his mind and bring himself back to the present before she would emerge. Cleaner. Fluffier. A small smile would trail across his lips as he watched her walk down the hall to him and offer help with dinner. "No, that's quite alright. If anything you should look after your wounds. How are you feeling?" He would ask, brows furrowing in obvious concern as he took in the damage more clearly now. Before she had been covered in mud, but now the wounds of her antlers missing were painfully obvious. His mouth would open, wanting to once again ask her what had happened but after a moment only a breath would release before he would close it once more. It wasn't his place to ask.

Head would motion towards the soup on the fire, boiling slightly and starting to smell more like actual soup rather then hot water as the bones and meat infused with the water. "It shouldn't be too long, not that I am much of a cook... But it should help you warm up some more." Words would come easily as he once again locked his gaze on the simmering soup and the fire below. "I must say, I don't know much about you other then your name. Have you been in the city much?" He would say after a short time, deciding that if it wasn't polite to ask about how he day had been he might as well ask her a bit about her life...

ooc;; @Citlali sorry for the wait D: finally getting back into things XD
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