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so i wield an iron fist | dröm challenge - Kaj - 05-09-2015 i thought i saw the devil this morning looking in the mirror Kaj had expected dissent. He had prepared himself for bitterness, backlash and brutality. To a degree he was prepared to let some of it slide, the vile words and hateful glances he was sure to garner from the majority. No matter that he'd offered to allow them to stay, their stupid pride kept them from that. The primordial parts of Kaj simply could not understand their desires to outcast themselves, rather than flourish beneath his rule. As they would, clearly, if his forces had been the ones trained well enough to win. It was a frustration he had to deal with, a burden of guilt alongside it on his mighty shoulders. Retaliation had also been expected, but Kaj would not allow that to happen, to slide by unpunished. He would not be displayed into an inadequate Czar; there would be no leeway or forgiveness in attempts against him or his herd. Without Kahlua there to temper the two brutes ruling the Falls, Kaj had quickly grown to decide that the Falls would not have the same problems with throwing around their weight that the Edge had. Yes, they would preach their peace, pride themselves on diplomacy. But his soldiers would rise to the forefront with experience, with confidence. There was little doubt in his mind that Archibald would agree, and with Ktulu at the head of their forces, the Falls was in for an awakening. So Kaj took his mantle with pride and purpose, and with a few words more growled than spoken to Archibald, Kaj had launched himself to the skies in pursuit of the mousy mare who had so soon attempted to steal him from his new flock. He would show no mercy, no compliance. There was to be no quarter for movement anymore. Kaj would set the floor, lead as example for his herd and his warriors that the Falls was to be weak and malleable no longer. They molded the stone of the land, and they would be made of it as well. His pursuit of her was swift, resting only when his body demanded it. Though he yearned to put her in her place, as he had when Tonka had acted on Azale Moniet, Kaj would not wear out his body attempting to find her. Her last known location was all his Illusors could offer him, but it was enough. Kaj had voice enough for miles, and he would not let her escape the consequences of her actions even if he had to track and hound her across the continent. He would be relentless, and she would fall before him either in battle or in the stamina she had for fleeing him. Knightly figure dropped from the sky, massive wings spread wide and trunk-like earthen legs shouldering the impact as he graced the earth. Nippy autumn wind tugged at his mane, and a flash of sky in his peripherals gave him further heart. Cirrus was there beside him, a symbol, and an encouragement. He was proving himself to more than just his family and the thief. An out-of-place smile stretched across his lips for a brief moment. He would show them all. A symphony of battle cascaded from his lips from powerful longs, shaking his chest with his own vibrato as head cocked back to deliver his challenge to the skies. He would stand on equal ground with her, if only to prove that he did not need his superior blood to defeat her. “FACE ME, THIEF!” he bellowed, the lion roaring its freedom as it leapt from the cage it had been chained inside for so long. Peace had no realm to keep him captured within, on the battlefield. There was no quivering-lipped Kahlua to beg him to see mercy and facsimiles of justice. Kaj would show her the true strength of the new Falls. He would show her everything she had abandoned. And so he would also show the thief what dangers she had decided to play with when she’d targeted him. She had fled the invasion once; Kaj would not allow her to run once more. Kaj is challenging @[Dröm] for her freedom, after her stealth attempt on him here! If Kaj wins the challenge, he will take Dröm prisoner. Setting: Expanse of field outside of the Falls, between it and the Meadow. Long, brittle grasses, mild cold wind, afternoon. Word Count: {684/800} Attack: {0/4} Code: Time & Neo RE: so i wield an iron fist | dröm challenge - Dröm - 05-10-2015
RE: so i wield an iron fist | dröm challenge - Kaj - 05-10-2015 i thought i saw the devil this morning looking in the mirror She came - a slight little thing, malnourished and pitiful to look upon. Kaj momentarily wondered at her, questioning why and how she had let herself fall into such a state. The grass was plentiful; losing her herd would have done nothing to cause such starvation. Was she sick of the mind? Was that why she had pursued him so uselessly? It was almost disheartening, to see what a lack of an opponent she was. It would be no fight. Kaj feels almost ashamed of her, for whatever childish emotions had driven her to foolishly target him. He had offered her shelter and family, and though she’d turned away from it as many others had, she had also deigned to spit in the face of his proffered aid. She had slighted him ever further, and so he would not feel pity for her state. It was one she had brought upon herself, and so he would not encourage her or her destructive ways. Instead he awaited her, body tensed and primed for action and reaction. His eyes never wavered from her form, Maskan’s voice still ever whispering in the back of his head. Kaj doubted it would ever leave, but it gave him comfort in that moment nonetheless. Yet she did not advance. Instead she paused, hesitated, fully stopped. Kaj grunted his annoyance aloud, uncaring what she thought of his brutality. She was a grown mare, and she would not be granted the forgiveness that a true child’s mistakes would have brought about from the newly named Czar. If she had the mind of a child, blind to any and all consequences, then he would rip that veil from her eyes and make her see. Perhaps she already was, faced with imminent destruction physically before her. The nameless maiden fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable and Kaj felt a frustrated sort of amusement at the intimidation that was plainly inscribed on her features. Good, let her stew in her mistakes. Let her feel the rapidly heating water of the soon-to-be-boiling pot she’d thrown herself into. For Kaj would have little patience with her antics. Not when she’d made an attempt to take him from his new, unstable family. It was as sinister as stealing away a father from his young, sickly foal. So Kaj would treat it as such, his love for his new Falls family already so great in its magnitude. If anyone had been the worst possible candidate to target, it was the Storm Bringer. As her lips parted to speak, Kaj’s eyes further narrowed. Speaking from a hide once as chestnut as Evangeline’s, it was like staring into a reflection of his once-beloved Emissary. Except the girl who stood before him had only half the spark the Pure did, and apparently half the brainpower as well. Her words did nothing to inspire him, and the guilt he honestly anticipated to build up was surprisingly barren. Evangeline may have preached peace but even she knew that there was so much more to war and battle than what his foe apparently thought. His disappointment only grew into a greater, yawning pit. “If a warrior stupidly steps into a healer’s tent and someone dies because of his mistakes, then he is punished. And so a healer and storyteller shall face the consequences and be just as firmly punished for stepping just as foolishly in the realm of the thief. You brought this down upon yourself. You let your emotions carry you when we offered you everything you already had. Do not hide from your mistakes like a child, for I will not treat you as delicately as I would a real foal,” he growled, ears half-mast and eyes narrowed. If she thought him a mindless beast then he would show her exactly what she misunderstood. Kaj had battled Evangeline verbally too many times for her pitiful attempts to waver his conviction. “You have two choices. Submit to me now, unharmed, or fight for your freedom,” he snapped, punctuated by gnashing of pearly teeth. Bulky body never once relaxed even an iota, prepared ever still for her to make her choice. It was her only chance. @[Dröm] - I couldn't tell if she would submit or not, hope you're not bothered by another round of posting first! Word Count: {692/800} Attack: {0/4} Code: Time & Neo RE: so i wield an iron fist | dröm challenge - Dröm - 05-10-2015
RE: so i wield an iron fist | dröm challenge - Blu - 05-11-2015 Kaj is victorious by default. No VP awarded due to no attacks. Kaj takes Dröm prisoner. |