warrior.

 @pridefulwarrior· asked: ❛ you know, i’ve never seen snow before. ❜ ( akira from orube at warriorpride only if you want to x ) 

old winter meme

“Never?”

There’s a surprised quirk of Akira’s eyebrows, as though waiting for the ‘psyche!’ that was sure to come after. Granted, she knew it wasn’t impossible to have never seen snow: especially if you came from certain regions. But having dealt with annual storms that tore open the skies and dumped various amounts of pretty, cold snowflakes… well, the admittance was a bit strange.

Almost akin to staring at a unicorn.

A snort escapes her, dark eyes flickering over her; giving her a quick once over before she’s looking back at her opened notebook, mulling over her revision of a chorus for the song she was working on. “Well— Just wait until tomorrow. It’s supposed to dump a good couple of inches, according to the news.”

These girls surely were growing up fast. Orube hadn’t anticipated Cornelia’s crass commentary, cheeks brightening at her words. “It’s not like that.” Despite what Cornelia might believe, her actions weren’t motivated by something as trivial as fluctuating feelings. She didn’t even like him, for heaven’s sake. He was the enemy. But in a way, talking to him caused her to feel less alone. As if there was a kindred spirit that understood what it felt like to feel alienated in a world so unlike anything they had ever experienced. After all, at the end of the day, she had no one. “—Thank you.”

“Am I? tell that to irma next time you see her - she thinks I’m terrible at it.” cornelia pats orube’s shoulder and then stands, heads for her closet and begins digging through it (deciding that she’d organise it. It had been three weeks since she’d first started the task and not finished it. It was fine.). Eventually finds what she’s looking for - a scarf, deep blue and covered in a snowflake pattern. She tosses it towards orube. “see that? It was a gift from my grandpa when I first started ice skating. Called it a good luck charm. I wore it for every training session…it’s yours now. Wear it when you try something new. Or y'know, when - ” rubs at the back of her neck, cheeks flushed. “when you feel lonely or whatever.”

“IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A BIRTHDAY PRESENT and your friend is into video games, this is a great thing to give! I can even recommend some video games to bring along with the console so she has a couple of things to try out for the first time!” The smile on Hana Song’ face only seemed to grow the more this conversation went on. Nothing made her happier than being able to help, especially with game recommendations and the like. “After all, the neat thing about games is that there’s tons of genres and playstyles! They’re very similar to movies and TV shows in that sense.”

Orube furrowed her brows at Udyati’s comment. It didn’t simplify her question, finding that Orube was treading waters by clicking the buttons, not totally sure what her actions brought forth. She hit the X button, which offered a kick against the opponent, who only hit her back. “Who am I even playing against if it is not you?” How was it possible for her opponent to hit back when there was no one controlling it?  “Do you need one of these as well?” she inquired, wiggling the controller slightly. Her expression dumbfounded as she was trying to navigate the maze that was Earth’s technology.

“ Yeah, it’s what I do in my spare time. Isn’t it relaxing? ” Her head turns to give Orube one of her wide smiles, bursting with light and enthusiasm about getting to share one of her hobbies. And the warrior is a great listener - not many people stick around after she dives in. And if Orube enjoys it too, perhaps this could become a regular thing. “ I love the stories behind them too. There’s something so amazing about how we’ve been telling these stories for thousands of years. ”

@hydrokinesiis​ sent: ‘ i’m not done yet. ’

The water guardian was persistent, the warrior could admit that. However, it didn’t make up for the fact that she was out of shape, like the rest of them. The guardians relied too much on their powers. Most of them weren't even fighters. 

When they had informed her that Kandrakar had done nothing to prepare them for the responsibility that weighed on their shoulders, Orube had decided to take matters into her own hands. She was going to have a long and serious talk with the Oracle.

They couldn’t have faith in their powers all the time. They had lost them before. They could again.

Turning around to look at the younger girl, Orube’s back was straightened as golden eyes averted their attention upon her. She had barely broken a sweat, too used to battle. “All right,” she uttered, head raised with a stoic expression. Barely even getting into a fighting position, wanting to offer the guardian a chance to take her.

“Try again.”

@pridefulwarrior liked for a mini starter .

A BRIGHT MORNING IN the telmarine countryside, the werewolf was outside looking out into the lake. The dark haired prince ruffled his hair. Looking over to his friend and he noticed how curious the other was.

❝ it’s a nice day today don’t you agree ? ❞ He wasn’t sure what he will do today. The werewolf gestures her friend to follow him for breakfast. It was nice to have a visitor over. It cane get pretty lonely here. The other wolves were too busy with their normal lives. Caspian only calls when he needs something or IF HE is needed in general.

THE IRONY of their connection was immense. She could think of plenty cat and dog jokes that the guardians would make, deeming that they were supposed to be opposites. Although Orube couldn’t necessarily transform herself into a cat, there were similarities to the feline creature; like yellow eyes, fangs, and pointed ears that appeared almost elf-like.

❝ Indeed it is. ❞ She had been up at dawn to train. Even if she was spending time on Earth doing more mundane things, she was still a warrior by heart; and a warrior must keep in shape for the potential battle that were to come.

Being a warrior also included having a rather large appetite, which was why one would find that Orube wasn’t one to refuse the offer of breakfast especially since she lacked skill in the kitchen.

❝ Thank you for inviting me. ❞

It was nice to be able to unwind a bit. To relax in a world that wasn’t full of the busy bustle of cars and constant chiming from phones, something that still left the warrior on edge. Telmar was a world that held a closer resemblance to Basilíade than Earth; it had the peacefulness of no technology. ❝ I suppose you must have plenty of things to attend to today? ❞

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. isolation as a response of adjusting to a new world. 002. a secret fear of the unknown. 003. anger fueled by frustration of finding everything to damn difficult. 004. yearning for a connection she refuses to allow herself to have.  005. joy of finally feeling that there is somewhere that she might belong.

COLORS:

001. white 002. dark purple 003. pastel blue 004. ebony

SCENTS:

001. jasmine 002. black tea 003. cedarwood 004. fresh clothing

OBJECTS:

001. a handheld camera 002. a small notebook 003. samurai sword 004. water

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. hands on hips to judge your opinion. 002. clenched hands to prepare for battle. 003. head held high to intimidate your enemies. 004. cat-like movements in battle to ensure that you will miss.​