Medicine Woman [Anaru]

Madame

8 y/o medium Female
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Stoic features glued forward as she trotted onward through the brush nearly taller than her as the necromantic healer approached the sunflower fields, nothing but her necklace and bone jewellery were worn on this day for the woman forgot her Satchel. Unfortunate, really, since she’d come across some rather healthy bushels of several herbs she’d been missing out on.
"Ye gotta be kiddin me" she grumbled aloud, linguistics hanging onto the molecules of the midnight hour.
Some of these specific herbs hung to dry in her den nearby, some were prepared for salves and rubs but what was most important was that she was fresh out of her back-ups in this particular (stash) location she’d chosen. As she gathered, memories of her past seemed to seep into her forefront thoughts, distracting her from some of the rarest plants of all Nideria that she’d been HUNTING for. The herbalist of the dead would tend to the roots of the Solomons Seal and Eleuthero as they grew side by side the sunflowers in the field, toxic gaze shifting upward every so often as she could swear she kept picking up the scents of another femora around. Several times she’d look up, as the spirits so dear to her would begin whispering inaudibly to her in warning, but much like she’d always done, she would let the trouble find her instead of allowing her curiosity get the better of herself.


The scent was tantalizing as it were familiar… but who the devil was this? A skeleton of her past? Her focus switched again to the entirety of her herbs she so delicately handled. It seemed as if these said skeletons were falling from her closet as of late, and she was sick of the pattern she’d created alongside them all these years. Following the broken and leaning on those more unreliable than a pile of wet leaves on Samhain, but not this time.
This time would be different.


"This is me thinking" || "This is me talking"

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Anaru

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
Anaru Tempearia

Delicate paws kissed the earth as the woman pranced ahead of the brute who lingered in the back, following closely. It was the first time since the discovery of her pregnancy she'd been able to step foot outside the grove, naturally — with puppies growing in her belly she wanted to stick close to home anyway. It was the safest place for them to be, and Odin had grown increasingly protective over her, and wanting to stray from the safety of their home seemed to rub him the wrong way. That's why she'd insisted he came along, trying to assure him there was some kind of benefit to their venture, when really she just wanted to lay her eyes upon something new. The pair headed for the field of wild sunflowers that blossomed just outside the grove. 

They grew tall, taller than any wolf, they towered over them like small trees with bright yellow tops. The woman pulled ahead of the man who trailed her, picking up her pace to a light trot to place a fair distance between the pair, of course her jog didn't last long; not with little ones in tow. The woman slowly came to a pause as a familiar scent began to find her soft pastel nose, she breathed it in trying to put her finger on where exactly she remembered the scent from. Deciding it best to just press on to go see for herself. Golden hues came to fall upon the face of someone she'd not seen in...how long had it been? A year or two? Scrutinizing gaze lingered over the conjurers pale face adorned with dreadlocks that only one wolf she knew ever bore. Madame. An old mentor of hers who'd taken up the task of teaching Anaru about herbs; both medicinal and wicked. 

The Patriarch huffed, her swollen stomach clear as day as she slowly came to a sit before the woman. "Madame...hello sister" she mused softly. 


"speaking,"

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Madame

8 y/o medium Female
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The thickness of the sunflowers made it so the pair’s scent would scatter this way and that, leaving the unbothered woman to be just that - unbothered. She knew after a moment just whom had graced her presence, and it was the rumored Queen of The Order, her best student, Anaru. A slight tug pulled the corner of her lip up in a moment of joy but over her dead body would she ever show the emotion… she’d wait for the girl to approach her much like she always had, the bold broad.


The vine and twine which tied her tail herbs together would now be adorned with the herbs and things which she had just found. Already, she’d stashed yet another bundle of the sunflower root whilst she was there. A woman's work was simply never done. Lips pursed as if there were superglue keeping them together Madame would finish tying the threads together to make damned sure her bundle went nowhere. Un-doing one of her ties around her dreadlocks she’d tie the final knots as the stalks of the large plants began to rustle just ahead of her showing that Anaru still had the tracking skills she’d always had - or perhaps this was a lucky coincidence.
 

At first she did not look up as her name was called, for her first task was not yet finished, but she’d not let her dear friend hanging. "Anaru, me gal’" came the words from the voodoo woman, locks swinging gently to n fro as the medicine woman continued until her herbs were good and tight. Looking up she’d make a point for their toxic pools to meet with confidence, allowing her optics to graze over the pregnant woman before her. "Ye look good, seem like ye been busy. Yah’ got married tah dat man ye been wit’ fah’ so long?" she poked, lifting her head with equal confidence and respect for the young leader. She knew the answer, but Madame had equal curiosity as she did nosiness about others businesses.



"Dis me ‘tinkin" || "Dis me speakin’"


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Anaru

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
Anaru Tempearia

"Anaru, me gal’"  Madame's strange ways of speaking never ceased, the Patriarch would give a quiet nod in acknowledgement, a simple dip of her cream snout in greeting to the woman, respecting her space while Madame attempted to finish what it was she was doing. Always so busy fussing over her herbs. Intrigued eyes came to find her, Madame's eyes caressed her, grazing her body in observance before the words fell from her maw, "Ye look good, seem like ye been busy. Yah’ got married tah dat man ye been wit’ fah’ so long?"  long? well she wouldn't exactly say they'd been together long. Tufted ears of cream would pull back slightly as she gave Madame a small shake of her head. "No...not exactly" she admitted, not that they'd even been together before the Order had fallen apart, although it was rumored Odin always had eyes for her, but she hadn't seen it until now. "We're not married...we've only been together since the beginning of spring. This well, it was an accident. But here we are." she mused, she was still a bit unsettled at the thought of becoming a mother in just a few more weeks she presumed. But there wasn't anything she could do about it, she'd take it in stride, just like she had most obstacles. 

Besides she was used to having to grow up quickly and take on more responsibility than she should have to. "Tell me," she inquired, those sharp eyes of gold almost narrowing upon Madame. "Where have you been? Why not return sooner?" she pushed the question forward, her eyes driving the silent point home. Where had she been? Surely she knew Anaru would be seeking to rebuild the Order, but why had she not come home until now? She looked healthy, able. So what had been stopping her. 


"speaking,"

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