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exit wounds - Arakh - 11-30-2016 arakh and esinakh The decision has been a long time coming. It's a hard choice for such a young mind to have to make, but after hours of deliberation Arakh knows it is the right one. Telling his mother, though, is going to be far harder. The Throat has always held an allure for him. It was where his father rose to greatness, where he was born, where he watched the Wildfire crumble to ash. Deep in his heart, he's always thought of it as home. He's always pictured himself ending up there, it was simply a case of finding the right time. After discussing things with Esinakh, it's settled - they are to move. Somehow, though, he doesn't think Mai is going to be very happy to see her youngest children flying the nest. She gave up her position as General to look after him and Esinakh, and it feels like ingratitude of the highest order to throw that back in her face by promptly leaving. He loves the Edge, he does, but it just....isn't home. Surely his dam will understand that her offspring must grow up and move on, will understand that they hold far more of a bond with their paternal siblings than they do with their maternal ones. The calf has never even met d'Arcy or Libertad, and his limited impressions of Oizys are far from pleasant. She treats them like vermin, which Arakh thinks is highly out of order since she's not even his blood-sister, just some orphan bastard that Mai took in. So he's been told, anyway. Of course, their paternal siblings are far from blameless - they utterly ignored Arakh at Gaucho's death, and one of them even attempted to scar him for life by using her magic to move his dead sire's head. No, his first impressions of them aren't the best either, but he has faith that if he lives with them, things will improve. They have to. It's a chilly winter morning when the colt rises and shakes the gathered snow from his wings. He's growing by the day, strapping and powerfully-built, with a fine rack of bull's horns sprouting savagely from his brow. Surely his dam will understand that he's a growing boy, he needs to be around other colts his own age where he can rough and tumble and play, practice the battle moves he will use when he's older. "Mai?" he says, hunting for his mother. He shuffles forwards and releases a small bleating cry for Esinakh as well, knowing that she will want to be hear to deliver the news. Finally he calls out for Tembovu, the big king of the Edge who he's assuming will want to know that two of his members are leaving. in a world of chaos you are my calm For Nyx, @Esinakh, @Tembovu and anyone else! Rak and Esi are leaving for the Throat :c RE: exit wounds - Nyx - 12-03-2016
RE: exit wounds - Esinakh - 12-04-2016 esinakh Esinakh isn’t sure about this move, to say the least. And her nervousness manifests as nonstop, intense preening as brother calf calls for mother. Her ears twitch and swivel, as much listening as moving for a release of her nervous energy. Her pale eyes dart between her white feathers (they are gleaming, now; a few are growing thin beneath her attentions) and Rak as he calls out for mother and the King. Though the King emanates a sense of safety (a father figure of sorts in the absence of the Wildfire), he has too many scars marring his skin and making it uneven for her to be entirely comfortable around him. She finally stops her preening when Mai arrives, her barred face slowly swiveling and ears fluting towards her to hear her words. The filly’s gaze darts at the air huffed towards brother-calf; and though she finds warmth and safety in mother’s scent, the sharing of breath has never been her favorite. So, instead, she quietly bleats a greeting, “Mai.” And then her muzzle presses lightly into Arakh’s rump—it was his idea to leave the Edge for the Throat. Though she is not entirely sold on the idea, she will follow him to the ends of the earth (provided they are relatively clean, of course). Despite the sand she knows awaits them, she trusts her newfound flight and the freshwater oasis Rak has told her about to to keep her But her nervousness still shows as she glances around for the King to arrive. vod chafaan dust to the wind RE: exit wounds - Tembovu - 12-04-2016 @Arakh RE: exit wounds - Arakh - 12-06-2016 arakh and esinakh His mother comes quickly, and the warm, kind expression on her face only makes Arakh's heart break further. For the first time, he questions his decision - is this wise? They're barely weaned, barely old enough to leave her side, and he's thinking about taking them to a different herd where nothing ties them except the bonds of blood? No. The calf steels his resolve. This is the right thing to do. Their mother will understand. "Hello, Mai," grunts the colt, huffing softly towards his dam. He feels his sister pressing against his rump and turns around to snort lovingly at her, trying to reassure her with his bulk that this is the right thing to do. She has even more misgivings than him, which is completely natural. But this will be better for them. The earth quakes as the Elephant King approaches, and Arakh looks enviously up at him. Tembovu rivals even the Wildfire for sheer presence, and Arakh's boyish dreams make him crave the day he is large enough to look these mountainous men in the eye. Instead he moves even closer to Esinakh, ready to reassure her should their king's presence upset her. "Zhokwa khal," he greets Tembovu - big king. He looks at the man's small grey companion with wary eyes, not recognising the species. But these observations are just delaying the inevitable. He's called his king here for a purpose, and as the brother, it is his job to remain strong and guide his sister well. "Arakh and Esinakh want to leave Edge and go to Throat." The words fall out in a jumble, as though saying them quickly will make them hurt Nyx less. "Rak and Esi have lots of brothers and sisters in Throat. Big family. Rak thinks it will be good for Rak and Esi to live with siblings and learn more about Wildfire." Pain flashes momentarily across his eyes as he thinks of his precious fallen father. He looks to Nyx, pleading with his eyes for her to understand. "Rak not want to leave Mai, but..." His voice drifts off and he presses his face into his mother's leg. Damn, this is even harder than he'd imagined. "Rak and Esi always love Mai. Visit often." He looks hopefully upwards at his dam, then to Tembovu, hoping the king won't prevent their exit. in a world of chaos you are my calm RE: exit wounds - Nyx - 12-06-2016
@Esinakh RE: exit wounds - Esinakh - 12-19-2016 esinakh
The earth trembles at the Elephant King’s approach—and Esi eyes the dirt flecked snow that threatens to climb onto the now-gleaming while sock on her right leg with the vibrations. She snorts softly in relief as the giant stallions slows, her own pale eyes leaving the brownish snow, traveling up, up, up to the expectant navy eyes of their King—well, soon to be their King no longer. Arakh, of course, greets the unnervingly large man with a respectful, but bold, Dothraki tongue—and the grey calf bleats quietly to echo her brother’s sentiments. —And then a tumult of words fall out of brother calf’s mouth; they are spoken so quickly, more quickly than Esi has ever heard brother-calf speak. Her white-rimmed ear flutes toward him, pale gaze darting towards the strong curve of his jaw, before flashing back to see their dam’s response. At Arakh’s pain and pleading, her own unease grows; small hooves shifting in the snow as her feathers raise and ruffle, nearly vibrating with nervous energy. At Mai’s immediate denial of brother’s request, her teeth begin to grind and work against each other quickly, breaths growing shallow at the conflict that suddenly face the pair of bull-horned weanlings… But then something changes—Mai looks towards Zhokwa khal, her face clouded and softened in emotions that are at once too complex and all too simple for the little filly’s strange mind to understand. And then, “I… will visit you every day,” and again Arakh’s broad shoulder holds the tears of his family. Slowly, hesitantly, the strangling filly shuffles forward—though she cannot change it, she understands that her dam’s relationship with her had been a trying one. She was not an easily handled or understood foal. But, still, moved by the quiet pain her mother’s voice, her tiny hooves crunch in the snow; the slender snip of her smooth muzzle (free of whiskers, she had pulled those out) reaches out to gently touch Nyx’s grey cheek. “Miss you,” was her soft, quiet bleat as her pale, luminous grey eyes south the electric blues of her dam’s. vod chafaan dust to the wind RE: exit wounds - Tembovu - 12-19-2016 @Arakh RE: exit wounds - Arakh - 12-31-2016 arakh and esinakh No. His mother's initial staunch refusal makes the colt's ears flop nervously to either side, and he gazes beseechingly at the grey mare. "Mai...." She states they're far too young, and Arakh racks his brain for a counter-argument. Yes, they are young, but that shouldn't prove an obstacle. They'll be looked after, and they'll have each other to lean on. After what seems like an intense mental battle, his dam relents, and the calf's body sags with relief. She says she will visit them every day, and the colt nods intently, nestling closer into his mother's familiar grey fur. "We visit Mai too." How could they not? Their mother has single-handedly raised them, so completely abandoning her would just be wrong. He looks to Tembovu as the large man speaks. Arakh begins to fret; what if they get their mother's permission only to be stymied by their king? Thankfully, Tembovu does not dismiss their question, and the colt sagely nods his head in thanks. The king also offers Nyx to go with them - Arakh's eyes widen and he looks hopefully at his dam, thinking how amazing it would be if she came with them as well. He knows it is unlikely, however; the silver mare is bound to the Edge, it is her home and always has been. Tembovu addresses them directly then, and the colt nods a sombre nod. "Rak and Esi visit often. Love Mai - not want to leave her." As the large man disappears into the Edge, Arakh watches his retreating form with interest before turning to Esi with excitement in his gaze. It's almost time to make the biggest move of their young lives! in a world of chaos you are my calm RE: exit wounds - Nyx - 12-31-2016
@Esinakh I'll make us a thread in the Throat :D |