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I Need You Right Now - Zenobia - 12-26-2014
@[Gaucho] RE: I Need You Right Now - Gaucho - 12-26-2014 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together Although Gaucho would not let himself admit it, he was growing weary of his quest. Everything always took longer than you initially think it will but ... this had gone on long enough. He felt stretched, stretched thin. Exhaustion overwhelmed him often, darkening the patches around his eyes and slumping his normally proud blue-striped shoulders. First he had lost his hearing - at least, lost the ability to hear the sounds of others. Now it seemed he lacked the ability to feel those around him. Mara was weightless in his antlers, and the physical greetings of his herd went un-felt. The Sun God meant for him to feel isolated and he was. The Wildfire, stoic and strong, needer of none was slowly filling with need. He hadn't realized how much his herd meant to him. He had always thought of him as family, but thought of himself merely as protector and head of the herd; distant but powerful. But over thee past few seasons since he had returned they had become so much more to him. He cared about the well being of each one of them, rather than the wellbeing of the herd as whole, regardless of who comprised it. He knew them by name, knew their patters. He greeted each of them rather than merely passing them by as he patrolled. He missed them. Two of his children were absent as was Sohalia. Perhaps he should have missed them more, held them in special regard, but he didn't. He cared for everyone in his herd equally, placing no emphasized importance to those who carried his blood. Although perhaps he did judge them more strongly for it. Zenobia. He could see her below amongst the shrines. His stormy gaze narrowed as he watched his eldest and only daughter gently brushing the shrine of their deity. The sight brought a smile to Gaucho's dark lips as he gradually descended, not wanting to interrupt a moment of prayer if indeed that was what she was doing. The Wildfire assumed that every member of his herd held the same regard for Sun God that he did. He didn't care to realize that he had been especially blessed by the God, having received aid and many gifts from the golden stag throughout his time In Helovia. Gaucho would have held the same reverence without his tangible blessings, and assumed the rest of his flock would as well. And that included Zenobia.
Landing lightly, with a grace ill-befitting a creature so marked by colours and scars, the Wildfire arrived in a display of power and light. Flames trickled down from the tips of his wings to his shoulders casting a beautiful and warm aura on the shrine as he moved closer. His antlers pulsed with the same warm light - another marking of the Sun God. In those antlers Mara hissed gently, greeting the girl happily. Mara had always been fond of Gaucho's offspring. She slipped down his dark nose, resting her body on his muzzle as she drew her head up with a serpent-like smile upon her parted lips. Zeno" Gaucho's voice was rich and deep as he greeted his child, although didn't hold any particular warmth. He thought of commenting that she hadn't returned to her mother like he instructed but thought better of it. Sohalia wasn't in the Throat to go to, although he hadn't known it at the time. Folding his flaming wings against his flanks, he let his gaze slip to Zeno's pale chest and legs, inspecting her with a paternal consideration. A+ parenting :| ©
RE: I Need You Right Now - Zenobia - 12-30-2014
@[Gaucho] RE: I Need You Right Now - Gaucho - 12-31-2014 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn together She had grown considerably. Her body had lengthened out, although she definitely took after her mother more than he, remaining rather petite. Still, she appeared both strong and agile, two traits that he possessed as well. As he looked at her, it suddenly occurred to him that she should nearly be at the age when she could begin her training as a war. She was fit, and her bones had finished growing so there would be any lasting injuries from basic training. Had she started yet? No, he doubted that she had. The idea of her beginning her journey to become a warrior (as if there could ever be a question as to whether or not she was going to) without him didn't even cross his mind. Who else but he would train her?
Who else but he would she want to be trained by? Maybe someone who actually paid attention to her every now and then. Gaucho snorted softly as the girl offered an apology. For missing herd meeting? Or not going to Throat when told? It didn't matter. But of course, when you think about it ... it did. Had Zeno stayed, defied her Father and perhaps continued to fly with him to the Island, none of what was about to happen, would. He and Ampere wouldn't have sparred. Sparring wouldn't have led to the inevitable climax of their nearly two year long courtship, if it could be called that. Instead of reply, he merely shook his antlered skull, now glowing with faint markings left there by the God of the Sun. "Fine. Your mother and brother go anyway." Did Zeno know that Sohalia had given birth? If she hadn't returned to the Throat then likely she didn't. "You have brothers. Ivezho and Rhoa. Twins." Would she even care? Looking at her now, into the depth of her strong gaze, Gaucho wasn't even sure he really knew her. They had shared their time together when Zeno was young but after that ... the wraiths had come and Gaucho's attention had focused to the protection of his herd. It wasn't his fault that he was not in a position to place the safety of those related to him by blood over those he had sworn to protect. Snorting gently, his gaze refocused upon his daughter. His only daughter. His relationship with Soh had been too knew during the time of her birth, and the hectic seasons that followed precluded him from having any time to teach her (or Sohalia back then) his native tongue. The twins and Soh knew it now, or at least enough to get by, but it was yet another barrier between he, and his pale offspring. Words that she would not understand bubbled up in his mind and danced upon his tongue, yet remained unsaid. © RE: I Need You Right Now - Zenobia - 01-09-2015
@[Gaucho] RE: I Need You Right Now - Gaucho - 01-27-2015 <style type="text/css">.heh {width: 580px; background: white; padding: 30px; border: 1px solid #eee;} .heh h1 {font: 10px/10px oswald; color: #212020; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 8px;} .heh h2 {font: 100px/100px oswald; color: #5d1412; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -5px; padding: 5px 0 5px 0; border-top: 1px solid #eee; border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; margin: 5px 0 5px 0; display: block;} .words {font: 14px/13px droid sans mono; color: #454444; text-align: justify; padding: 20px 0 20px 0;} .words:first-letter {font: 50px/50px oswald; float: left; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px 1px -7px 0;}</style> if this is to end in firewildfirethen we should all burn togetherGaucho was never a creature who held grudges, least of all against children. Especially not his own children.
Had everyone banded together behind his back, deciding what it was he expected of them and already agreeing that they could never meet his lofty demands? Whatever responsibility or sense of duty that they felt came merely from position. Zenobia was a princess of the Throat. Of that there was no denying. Though for some reason Gaucho sensed that her inherited lineage felt more like a curse, rather than a blessing. The dun had never planned on playing the role of distant and untouchable father. Hadn't he played with Ranjiri when she was younger, teaching her to fly? Hadn't he bonded with Cera over starless nights in the Throat? So why was it that his own kin found such a gulf between themselves and him? On what pedestal had they placed him that he was a distant warrior rather than their father? Or was the distance his doing? "Nothing to make up." He replied after a time, exhaling gently. He had been spoiled by Mara and Sohalia - two females who seemed to be able to read his thoughts so easily. Gaucho realized that he had likely never told Zeno that he loved her, past the moments just after her birth. He had never explained the visions he had for her, however idealistic they might be. To have her lead his armies, to fight alongside her and watch her grow. Although truly, he would settle for whatever made her happy (so long as it wasn't to end up with some weakling of a stallion). Zenobia. His eldest. His only daughter. She was as beautiful as an eagle's scream and just as wild and yet ... if her words were any indication, perhaps she could find a home in the Throat once again. "Your brothers say you are a warrior princess." He commented, a wry smile parting his lips, not noticing the difficulty with which Zeno spoke. "They will be happy to have you back." With an uneasy uncertainty Gaucho's stormy gaze searched his eldest daughter's. Would she return? © |