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Cedric Vyrrson
Vetr

Posts: 190

And on this fine day, may I say--they seem very... happy! Jun 14, 2014 3:36:31 GMT

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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jun 14, 2014 3:36:31 GMT

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It was the Vetr's day off.

And by day off he meant a day being a cat. Being a cat was always more fun than being a human, he'd found: cats were cute. Cats were cuddly. Cats could steal food and get away with it. Cats, overall, had a much better lifestyle than their biped counterparts.

He enjoyed being a cat.

Cedric pranced about the Talon. It was currently anchored in the sky just outside of the Midgardborg, a walkway leading to a Drakonrhedi drakkar, where the usual negotiations were taking place. No one on either side knew of his presence here, and that was how he liked it. The point of being a cat was to be without a care.

That didn't mean he wasn't up to no good. No, Anton had gone to visit someone here. Ced was quite curious, and despite the common adage of curiosity proving fatal to felines, he was determined to forge onward.

Never mind that this could be construed as political subterfuge. Currently, the Armfastrung Clan and Drakonrhedi were in good standing with each other--mostly thanks to the influence of the Fallonkreaths, whom Cedric had apparently judged correctly. And he wasn't in any particular danger of being recognized regardless.

Slipping between two large crates, he darted down a hatch leading to the belly of the ship. Anton had disappeared down here by a different route a little while ago, but by following his infallible pink feline nose, Ced was certain he'd get to the right place.

He was a predator on the hunt, blue pelt rippling over toned muscles like river water. Icy blue eyes trained forward, but his ears swiveled like satellite dishes, picking up each scent. He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled deeply, tasting the air on the roof of his mouth.

There it was: the slight tang of Anton, recognizable from the Tiro's belongings that Cedric had made sure to scent before leaving. That wasn't creepy, neither was the fact that he was currently hunting Anton down. Not at all. This was normal Cedric behavior, at least when it came to keeping track of the safety of his Tiros.

He wasn't sure if Athie was on this ship or not, but he had a gut feeling that the tiniest Fallonkreath was here.<br><br>Ced prowled forward, intent on the chase an-

Was that tuna?

His paws carried him into the kitchen, darting into the kitchen. A chef glanced down at him.

"Mreaaawr."

The cooking lad beamed at him. "Why 'allo there! Aren't you a cute little boy!"

He looked a bit like Vilkas. Probably a Fallonkreath, anyway. There were a bunch of brothers, and who knew how many cousins and the like. The clan was enormous, from what he understood.

Even if things with Athie don't work out, Anton's got plenty more Fallonkreaths to pick from.

He really ought not to be entertaining such thoughts. After all, there was fish nearby.

Ced pawed lightly at the leg of the chef, who chuckled, and with a quick motion of his knife, sliced off a chunk of the meat. Reaching down, he deposited it in front of the cat. The Vetr purred, nuzzling his hand affectionately (earning a happy chuckle) before snapping up his catch and slipping out the doorway.

Where was he? Ced licked the tuna off of his whiskers as he pondered for a moment. Oh, right. Trying to find Anton.

With a satisfied yawn and stretch, he sauntered off again, on the trail of his elusive blue-haired Tiro. It wasn't like either of the two would be expecting a cat, so he was perfectly inconspicuous. Foolproof. It wasn't like they could do anything to him, right?

He had this under control.

Tags: cedric kitty KITYTY
meow mewoMEOW
Inspiration: haha what
Notes: Athuraadd Fallonkreath Anton Nystrom

Last Edit: Jun 14, 2014 3:36:46 GMT by Cedric Vyrrson

Athuraadd Fallonkreath
Armfastrung

Posts: 67

And on this fine day, may I say--they seem very... happy! Jun 17, 2014 3:14:33 GMT

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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on Jun 17, 2014 3:14:33 GMT

you had been on the Armfastrung ship that day, the chances were you probably heard the Fallonkreath sons coming long before you saw them. It wasn't really an exception from most days, truth be told. Of course, it was sort of hard not to see the brothers; a herd of nine stampeding horses doesn't exactly go unnoticed. Through the great bowels of the ship they thundered, first starting across the broad expanse of the deck, then along the corridors and through the chambers. It was a great roaring din, not to mention a potential health hazard to boot, much to their mother's embarrassment. She was thankful the cheiftain was too busy with the Drakonrhedi meetings to concern himself over her sons' reckless behaviour.

Of course, it wasn't as if this was unusual activity; the Fallonkreaths were famous for their tendency to make their presence known. Perhaps then this could all be attributed to family pride and the brothers' sense of self-status within the clan, proving that -indeed- they could get away with anything. But the cause was much simpler than that; it was fun, it bonded them as a group, plus it was a good way to honour the homecoming of the youngest brother.

Athie had missed this incredibly. His arrival back home had been greatly celebrated (if the hangovers were anything to go by) and his family were overjoyed. Athie was grateful, he truly was, and yet... He found himself in a strange state of mind, caught between two very different worlds. One that offered him safety, protection, family, his livelihood. The other was filled with madness and adventures and...

Athie nearly staggered his gallop when the thought crossed his mind, momentarily loosing his place at the front of the herd.

Whatever danger existed in the outside realm, it was irrelevant because Anton also existed within it. Gods, Athie found himself fiercely missing that blue haired Tiro, part of him actually felt a little empty. How strange was it, for such emotions to take so strongly a sudden hold. His family had noticed a slight change in his disposition, so of course poor Athie had to face the Fallonkreath inquisition. And when he was pressed, Vilkas had given a coy giggle, which his family had pounced upon, and so Athie was forced to tell the truth. Admittedly, there had been a few coy remarks courtesy of his brothers, but that was to be expected. After all, there would be comments made whoever Athie fell for. His family had expressed a keen interest in meeting Anton, but after Athie so diligently protested, the suggestion was dropped and Athie was allowed to keep his privacy.

Funny how fate can be a real wanker sometimes.

After looping a particularly tight bend, Agni had accidentally bumped flanks with Hjottr, causing the two to stumble slightly, allowing Athie to cleanly pass through and regain his position at the front of the pack. Sometimes it paid to be small and slight. Even as a horse, Athie was still unbelievably quick, the taught, compact but powerful muscles rippling under his chestnut pelt. He could've looked surprisingly impressive if he wasn't almost comically dwarfed by his brothers. Even as equines, they were noticeably heftier than their little brother; built like cart horses with broad backs and shaggy manes and thick trunks for limbs, but significantly slower than Athie.

A loud snort and a sharp, juddering whinny from the back of the herd reached Athie's ears and they pricked forward with alert attention. But the cause was nothing to be alarmed about; simply Logmar and Leiff nipping each other to try and gain advantage over the other. Again. The Fallonkreath family took their shifted states very seriously. Their father always said that the better you understood your 'inner beast' (as he so poetically put it) the better you'd become as a warrior and indeed, an individual. Athie had vivid memories of journeying to the surface with his brothers to observe the small smatterings of horse herds that had managed to survive the harsh environment. They were so in tune with these states, that they could easily slip into a horse herd and be content to live like that if they had to.

They eventually arrived to the mess hall - Athie's favourite part. The cooks immediately pressed themselves into the walls and pillars to escape the barrage, some of the younger and more inexperienced staff crying out as they dropped various kitchen utensils, sending them clattering to the floor and adding to the rising cacophony.

The long feasting tables were easily cleared by Athie's brothers, effortlessly soaring over the tops as if they could fly, sometimes leaping two by two. Athie on the other hand remained floor bound, choosing instead to weave in and out of the furniture, which his slighter stature enabled him to do with ease.

They were about to exit the feasting chamber, when suddenly Athie slammed on the equine brakes, stumbling slightly as he came to a juddering halt. His brothers, although braced a split second before, nearly piled on of each other as they too struggled with the sudden stop. Vilkas ended up practically on top of Athie, his long neck draped awkwardly across his brother's back. Agni's less-than-impressed voice sounded from the middle, immediately silencing the disgruntled murmuring of the other brothers. You never talked over Agni, you never messed with Agni. Full stop.

"Athuraadd, would you perhaps kindly explain why we are all now rammed into each other's arses?"

But the question flew over Athie's head, because the smaller viking was now otherwise pre-occupied. A few inches in front of him stood a cat, grey like rain-clouds and eyes piercing like ice. And of course, unresistably fluffy. Athie shifted in that moment and stooped down to extend a hand to the feline.

"What's he doing?" asked Logmar.
"He's making out with a cat." replied Lieff, matter-of-factly.

Athie ignored his brothers, curling his fingers to gently scratch the feline's head, "He's so lovely, aren't you, eh? You're a proper cutie." he cooed. Agni cleared his throat and stepped forward a few paces to the head of the group, towering over his brother.

"Fair enough, Athie, you can stay here and romance the cat, we're going to continue on."

Athie nodded, a little absent mindedly, and gently, with the uptmost care, scooped the feline up into his arms, cradling the feline like an infant. With that, Agni gave a commanding snort and once more the mess hall was treating to the roaring symphony of hoofbeats. Athie clutched the cat protectively to his chest as the wave of horses passed them, relaxing only when he heard the thundering clatter slowly fade into the belly of the ship.

Now realising that they were both alone, Athie looked down at his furry companion, "Where did you come from, eh? You're not a Drakonrhedi, are you?" He gave a soft giggle and batted his nose softly against the cat's before pulling away quickly, to allow the creature some space.

Where did this feline come from? No one on the ship could change into a cat, as far as he was aware. At least not one of this variety. Perhaps it could be a shifted Drakonrhedi, out skulking the perimeter on some official Drakonrhedi business. Or perhaps maybe, it was just a simple cat who could lend Athie some company.

It wasn't the company he was after, and that was a slightly melancholy thought, but Athie couldn't shake it. Especially when he knew Anton was in the next ship over. He desperately wanted to see him again, and hoped that maybe, just maybe, Anton returned such feelings. Could he maybe even dare to imagine that Anton could be looking for him right now-

He paused, blinked, and looked back down at the cat cradled in his arms, "You're not Anton, are you?" he asked dryly, quirking an eyebrow. He doubted it, but he realised with just a pinch of guilt that he didn't even know what Anton's animal shift was.

Tags:Anton Nystrom, Cedric Vyrrson
Inspiration: NONE THIS REALLY SUX BUT THERE YOU GO
Notes: yeah this is hyper bad i soz but wooo hawrses