[Circe]

Circe crouched beneath the tall grass of the prairie, her black and white pelt was such a hindrance when it came to hunting in the open like this but the grass was so thick and tall here it hid her well enough. Large white paws muffled the sounds of crunching foliage as she stalked closer to the large herd of elk, scattered within its ranks were several younglings. Amber eyes scanned the gathering that was spread quite wide, she spotted a new mother, circling a newly dropped calf. He was struggling to stand while the mother sniffed and doted after him. A wave crashed over the female as she watched the baby slowly gain his footing and make his way to his mother's side to nurse. Suddenly filled with a strange sense of longing, she snorted loudly, sending the whole herd into a scattering mess of chaos as they spotted her lurking in the grass and took off in the opposite direction. The girl watched as the herd ushered their young away from the big bad wolf before turning to head back to meet up with the rest of the Bacchus party. It wouldn't be so horrible if she came back empty-handed, it's not like they were in dire straits or anything. Not to mention, their current situation didn't allow for the carrying of extra food, it would be wasteful to bring back such a large meal. 

As she walked her mind wandered, the past few weeks had been full of new and exciting developments and she was eager to visit the nearby packs to find packmates. She'd grown up thinking she was simply ugly with her roman nose and big feet but that wasn't the case at all, she was part Bacchus Dire. The development came after her father, Rainer, had found her a few weeks before and explained her heritage, inviting her to join him as he ventured to return the Bacchus territory to its former glory. Of course, Circe eagerly joined him along with her charge, Beau and shortly after, a man named Basma and an old woman who spoke to ravens. 

The rustle of grass pulled Circe from her thoughts, she looked around, the grass just over her head gave no hints of who was nearby. H..hello? Who's there? She asked, her heart began to race and before she could get an answer she bolted forward, heading for the edge of the prairie where the forest and her family waited. Unfortunately, she didn't see the rock jutting up from the ground, her paw caught it just right and she went tumbling head over tail through the grass. Landing flat on her back with her belly exposed, she quickly rolled to her feet and shook herself off, mildly embarrassed. She widened her stance and looked around for the imagined stalker in the grass before relaxing and chuckling to herself. Circe, don't be silly, there's nobody out here.

He had been tracking the elk for sometime now, prioritizing his hunts more than usual when the herd made an appearance. Such a large group of prey was rare for Sveyn to see around here, and a herd this large wouldn't stay for long. The ghostly giant also hid silently within the brush, his breathing was sparse. To take down a young buck would take a lot of stamina alone, and while he had the strength for it he worried he'd tire quickly. How long had it been since he devoured something larger than a rabbit? There were just too many nomads in this territory to claim big game quickly enough. Sveyn had narrowed his gaze on a large buck with a lame leg, the poor creature's disadvantage was his predator's profit. A pink nose inhaled slowly, deeply. As he was preparing to leap, the elk scattered. The majority of the herd ran in his direction, so what was it beyond that spooked his dinner? He exhaled gently, lifting himself into a stand. Normally, Sveyn may have ran after the elk... but it was the smell of a young female that carried in the wind that seemed a little more interesting than his meal that got away.

He had to quicken his gait to be sure he didn't lose her, and it didn't take too long until he finally got a glimpse of the monochrome female, closer speculation helped him gather that she also showcased a brilliant shade of scarlet. Sveyn also came to assume that she clearly had places to be, a destination in mind; she navigated through the long field grass all too well to be aimlessly wandering. "H..hello? Who's there?" Sveyn paused. He was much too close if she could hear him, and he hadn't decided if he wanted to meet her acquaintance quite yet. It would have been an easier choice to make had he been able to see where she was off to. He was immobile while she tried to figure out where he was watching her from. When he became witness to her fall, his eyes widened, wincing. He went to step out at once to make certain that she bore no harm from the fall; but she regained her balance quickly and... spoke to herself? "Circe, don't be silly, there's nobody out here." Unless Circe was hiding somewhere, he could only assume this was the name of the young female. Pretty.

After letting out a faint chuckle, he stepped through the tall grass. Shaking off the debris of the itchy prairie, lowering his head slightly to inaudibly signal he was of no threat to her. "Excuse me for scaring you, Miss." He took a step closer to examine her, she was just a foot shorter than he was, her golden eyes quite entrancing. And... her face. Her facial structure resembled his so closely that it made Sveyn's eyes narrow in size. "... Circe, is it? Where do you travel from?" He would not question her ancestry yet, formalities were due.

||OOC: Here's so far, I'll do my best to get a reply up for you tonight||

[Circe]

Circe

With a start, Circe spun to face the voice, 'Excuse me for scaring you miss...', she was surprised to see the large, white male beside her, his head lowered. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air. She looked up at him cautiously, he was built just like her father, a Bacchus Dire, he had to be. It seemed so strange to Circe, she'd gone her whole life (two long years) without even knowing the Bacchus' existed, let alone that she hailed from them on her father's side, now it seemed that they were everywhere. As she eyed the attractive man, she realized he had most certainly seen her less than graceful fall and she winced with embarrassment. '...Circe is it? Where do you travel from?'

Taking a moment to process her realization of his bloodline, she shook her head and smiled. I'm so sorry, yes. I'm, um, well, from nowhere really. I'm traveling with a larger group just east of here, we're, um, well, we're going back to Bacchus. Or, well, I've never been, it's my father's home, well it was.... but now there's a bunch of us going to see what's left of it. She rambled on, You see, my father is a Bacchus Dire but my mother wasn't but she didn't tell me about my father and I only just met him. He's wonderful, he found me and has been teaching me about the Bacchus history. He's hoping to regain his homeland and asked me to come with him. You're Bacchus too, aren't you? I can tell, you look like my Papa. She blushed when she realized how much she'd just said.

The girl had always been a talker, that combined with her embarrassment and the attraction she felt for the man lead to the ramblings of a teenage girl. She pulled in a breath and blushed, letting her eyes drift toward the ground. Sorry, I guess that was more than you needed to know. her words were accompanied by a soft chuckle. Sometimes I just kind of throw out words without thinking. Looking back to Sveyn, she realized that she didn't know her stalker's name, I don't even know you... she broke out into laughter at her silliness. She'd just given this stranger her life's story, what a silly girl she was sometimes, especially when handsome men are involved.

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||OOC: She's so silly.||

[Sveyn]

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"I'm so sorry, yes. I'm, um, well, from nowhere really. I'm traveling with a larger group just east of here, we're, um, well, we're going back to Bacchus."
“.. Back to Bac-” He started, but soon concluded she definitely wasn't finished sharing.
"Or, well, I've never been, it's my father's home, well it was.... but now there's a bunch of us going to see what's left of it."
“Oh, who is your fath-” Nope. Still not finished.
"You see, my father is a Bacchus Dire but my mother wasn't but she didn't tell me about my father and I only just met him. He's wonderful, he found me and has been teaching me about the Bacchus history."
“And your fa--” He was in no way offended, really. Merely shocked by how much she was willing to share. He relaxed, deciding he may want to sit. He might be here awhile.
"He's hoping to regain his homeland and asked me to come with him. You're Bacchus too, aren't you? I can tell, you look like my Papa."

He wouldn't interrupt this time. He glanced at Circe as she caught her breath from her lengthy story, smile widening as she blushed and shifted away from his stare to apologize.
"Sorry, I guess that was more than you needed to know. Sometimes I just kind of throw out words without thinking."

He let out an airy laugh before responding, “Please don't apologize, Miss Circe. It was everything I would've wanted to know,” He retained his sitting position, but lowered his head at an angle once more to meet her bashful gaze. “Who is your father, Circe? You are right to assume I am also a descendant of Bacchus blood.” He paused, now returning his gaze towards the open woods, eyes narrowing to try and remember the last time he'd seen another Bacchus Brother. It'd been so many years, too many. The girl delayed his train of thought, much to his appreciation. The thought of his nomadic lifestyle wasn't one he enjoyed to think about.

"I don't even know you..."

“Call me Sveyn.”

ooc I LOVE HER.

[Circe]

Circe

The girl, feeling like a child, blushed again when he offered his name, smiling she repeated him, Sveyn? That's a nice name. Offering him a smile before shifting, suddenly very aware of her body, she took a step back toward the edge of the grasslands and toward the woods. Oh, um, my father! He's Rainer, son of Aloysuis and Maike. She said proudly, though, in truth, she didn't know who they were just that they were important names in the Bacchus Dire line. Are you, um, alone? Or do you live nearby? I, um, well, you see, we've been traveling a lot, gathering Bacchus Brothers and Sisters to come join us, to rebuild the empire. We went all over the place, it was really quite exciting, I've only just learned I was half Bacchus and I'm learning so much! The poor girl had been bullied because of her roman nose, her whole life she thought she was just ugly. This new development about being of royal blood had come as quite a surprise and made her feel a little less sad about her upbringing.

Taking in a breath she blurted You should join us! My father would love to meet you and you can come with us to see what's left of Bacchus! It'll be an adventure! What do you say? Circe smiled at Sveyn, trying to not look too hopeful, he was a very handsome man after all.

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||OOC: Sveyn and Circe sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I... LMAO||