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Post by Thorin battle-Rend . on Dec 22, 2012 21:08:01 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Maybe you’re strong but you don’t stand a chance. Feel the power of the warrior {WORDS } 804 {TAGGED } Rosalind {WEARING} Armor
His wife was going to give him hell for this.
Checking his backtrail, Thorin reined his stallion slightly to the left in order to correct the destination and shifted in his saddle. Yes, yes she would give him hell for this. It wasn’t often that they made trips away from Winterhold, and less still to see their oldest daughter in Whiterun. A shame really, but there never seemed to be enough time to make a vast journey over the mountains and down into Whiterun. Two days prior though, Thorin had felt the overwhelming urge to get away from civilization. That often happened to him really. There was nothing that would make you feel more alive than getting good and deep into the heart of the rugged land and beauty that Skyrim offered. And alive he felt right now. Though his wife knew that he’d been itching to get out of the longhouse and go deep into the heart of Skyrim – and was perfectly understanding of her husband’s odd need to get away from civilization at times - what she didn’t know was that he was visiting their oldest biological child.
She was going to raise hell to him when – or if – she figured it out too. Relaxing against the gentle plodding of the hard hooves of his stallion on the soft ground, an actual smile shadowed the lips of the older man. In his eyes sparkled life of a man many years younger than his own. Sure, she was going to give him a good yelling for leaving her behind on a rare occasion that he actually made the journey to another hold. Thorin couldn’t bring himself to feel all that worried about that though. Damned if he didn’t look forward to a good argument with his wife. She was an opinionated one to be sure, but that energy channeled...well, that was just as exciting of a time as you could possibly get.
And he sure as hell liked the excitement. His wife was an opinionated one, sure, but that was a damned good thing about their marriage. Even after twenty six years of marriage, she could still get him fired up and feeling twenty years younger. Despite that though, it would be nice to get a rest from the chaos that family life brought back in Winterhold and actually get some quiet. As much as he loved the whole clan of them, Thorin was enjoying the silence just as much. His youngest two couldn’t be constantly getting into trouble to where he was hearing about it from different citizens if he was miles and miles away. Ahh yes, a good few days this would be. He could send a messenger back with the news of where he was and exactly when he would get home. Wouldn’t that rile his lovely wife.
“Old boy, we’ve got a good life.”, he mentioned to the grey stallion that trotted along while he gave it an affectionate pat on the neck. Instantly the horse – long since a colt - but still as high strung, tossed his head to the side and blew out a breath. Damned good horse this one. Damned good horse!
Quickly enough they had come upon the proud hold that had long since loomed in front of them. Urging the stallion into a higher speed, Thorin cantered up to the stables that were directly outside of the hold and slid his stallion to a stop. For a moment he simply sat on the back of his horse and studied the stables that rested there. Finally though, it was time to dismount.
The moment his feet touched the ground Thorin rested an elbow on the horses shoulderblade for a few seconds. The voice that inquired about whether or not he wanted his horse taken care of caused him to move back from the stallion he had been resting beside. “See to it he’s rubbed down properly, and give him some grain. The lad deserves it.” One last pat to his stallion before Thorin unbuckled his saddlebags and slung them over his own shoulders. It was right after that he started to walk toward the hold.
{NOTES} Papa Bear |
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Post by ROSALIND THE KIND . on Jan 2, 2013 17:54:20 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #bd568e; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY | [atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top]THORIN/ TAIYA FIVE SIX SEVEN THIS IS SO BAD, I'M SORRY! |
[/url][/div][/div][/center][/td][td][atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] everything in her life seemed to be going so well, except for the lack of a bairn in her belly. slowly she had come to accept the fact that the gods perhaps were never going to bless her with such a gift. possibly because her life was full of gifts already; she lived in comfort and as nobility, while most of skyrim lived off of less than a coin a day. the countess was also married a man of whom she adored with all of her heart; a man wh otreated her iwth kindness and equality, something rarely any man did in those times. the love and bond they shared with one another was unmatched throughout skyrim and almost everyone knew of their reign. balgruuf ruled with a fair yet stirn hand while rosalind held the kindness and maternity that the city of whiterun needed. together they were a perfect balance and not a single soul in whiterun was opposed to it.
as much as rosalind enjoyed her life, she knew that what she had could be taken away form her at any moment. with the treat of war on whiterun's doorstep, there was a great possibility she could lose whiterun and her husband - not to mention her own life. her husband had told her, time and again, that if the war came to whiterun, she was to escape to riverwood and, if need be, all the way back to winterhold - her home city. there she had her four brothers and one sister, a family of whom she rarely ever saw, unless balgruuf needed to go out on business or agreed to have a small army accompany her, if she wished to make the trip on her own. obviously, titania always went with her, not only because she was the countess' best friend and house maid, but because the lady had family there as well. plus, rosalind believed she would go mad, if titania didn't ever accompany her.
as she thought of all of these things, a guard had come up and stated that a stranger had found their way into town and that they were planning on coming to the reach. rosie furrowed her eyes at this; though many strangers had entered whiterun, it was rare for people to come into the reach. standing from her chair beside the throne of whiterun, she looked at the guard and stated that it was alright to let the man in. it was her decision at this moment, seeing as balgruuf seemed to be out on a hunt with a few of his noble friends. it took his mind off the war and rosalind always made his company take him out when he least expected it.
the doors to the reach creaked and moaned as they opened and revealed the man behind them. immeidately, a smile spread across her face and, losing all sense of proper, ran towards the man with extreme excitement, "father!" she called out as her gown flowed behind her like the ocean waves.
once she had reached the older man, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close, almost on the verge of tears. as much as she loved her life in whiterun, there was no denying that she missed her family in winterhold, "what a surprise!" she exclaimed as she pulled away and looked up at him, her smile still plastered on her face. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] [newclass=.track]height: 320px; -webkit-transition: 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 1s ease-in-out; transition: 1s ease-in-out; overflow: hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.track:hover]height: 435px; -webkit-transition: 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 1s ease-in-out; transition: 1s ease-in-out;[/newclass] |
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Post by Thorin battle-Rend . on Jan 9, 2013 20:23:12 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Maybe you’re strong but you don’t stand a chance. Feel the power of the warrior {WORDS }756 {TAGGED } Rosie {WEARING} Armor
“You need permission to enter, sir.”
Thorin barely stopped before running into the young guard who had stationed himself by the door. He didn’t much like being talked to by a pup like that, and by the glower in his eyes and the set of his jaw, he let the younger man know that. Still, because it was his daughter and her husband’s hold, he tried to be at least a bit understanding, though it took surprise effort. “What’d you say?” Despite trying to be understanding, that question had come out in a growled demand, and he had settled back on his feet as if ready to spring on the young lad that was guarding the door. “I…you…permission sir. You need permission.” Thorin wanted to throttle the young man, but kept his temper in check. “Then get your ass moving to get it.”, he snapped out in response. Though the young pup looked like he wanted to argue with what he had labeled as an old cur, he instead nodded sharply and made an about turn to get inside the reach and ask permission to enter.
“Permission…”, he muttered out in disgust. Since when did it become so damned hard to see your own daughter anyway? No wonder he didn’t often make this long journey down to Whiterun. It was a fine enough city, but his old bones were becoming much too weary for this sort of excitement. When young pups told you that you needed permission to enter the place where your own daughter decided…it was time to call it quits and live a solitary life in your own house. His wife knew how to ease the ache in his bones – an ache he would never actually admit to having. If ever anyone ever did ask about it, Thorin would shrug it off and simply say that he was as fit as ever.
And damn it all, he was!
His thoughts were cut off when the pup came back and waved him in. “Follow me, sir.” He didn’t much like that either, the pup ordering him around, but he managed to keep his thoughts to himself and simply strode into the place where he was being directed to go. He had half a mind to ask this damned pup who the hell he thought he was – ordering a jarl and an elder around like he seemed to want to do, but was torn from that idea when he heard a familiar voice call his name. While it didn’t bring as wide a smile as his own wife’s did, Thorin’s lips even turned up into a smile at the sight of his beautiful daughter coming toward him. Even now he could admit that both his daughters had taken after their mother – to which they could be thankful.
Thorin didn’t move when she clasped him into a hug, but simply wound his own strong arms – hardly weakened with age as the perhaps should have been – around her and hugged her to his chest. “Well Rosie, when did a father have to get permission to come see his own daughter?”, he asked in a tease. Something about his wife and daughters had this way of charming the old bear right out of him, and he could already feel himself relax. “Had to get away from that group up in Winterhold. Damned if your mother didn’t try to force some new potion down my throat, and when that happened, I cut and run. Told her I was goin’ huntin’.” He found himself chuckling deeply. “She’ll be madder’n a bee with a stolen beehive when she figures out.” Those that knew Thorin would also know that he adored his wife...but he also loved to rile her up. This occasion was no different.
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