megaera
Frostfall in the desert was a trying time. The days were mild compared to the rest of Helovia, but the nights were bitter with little shelter to be found from the wind and blowing sands. Each morning Megaera said a prayer of thanks to the Sun rose to warm them and hoped that Birdsong would come soon. It seemed as though the cold season would last forever. Sun rose and set but each day seemed shorter that it should and they all blurred together and it became hard to gauge the passing of time. Meg found herself unable to count the days and though she clearly remember the events of Orangemoon, yesterday was a blur. Not one to spend her time philosophizing, she chalked it up the the busy life of a leader and the strains of the season and went on with her duties. She cruised the southern reaches of her home today, moving over the sands on foot with wings stretched wide to soak of the blessed rays of the afternoon sun. Not far off, whitecaps could be seen crashing on the shore the shore, advancing and then retreating back into the blue sea. For the moment at least, that seemed to greatest source of activity. Most of her family seemed to be sticking to thesis today so she guessed there would be little to see here. A quick sweep, she thought and then she’d take some time by the Diviner’s Fire for prayer. Meg still had yet to have a proper conversation with the tiny-winged Oracle and it seemed long overdue. There were too many in the herd that she knew too little and the bold Sultana meant to set that to rights. With Gwaihir keeping an eye on Mordecai, Megaera was alone with her thoughts this afternoon. For someone who had always been better formed for action than brooding, it was an odd state to find herself in but one that seemed to come upon her more often since her promotion. Megaera had always been focused on improving herself, but now that drive has fueled by the hope her strength would benefit others rather than a self-involved competitiveness. She was determined to be a good leader, one who knew her people, helped them, protected them. She had seen what could become of a herd ruled by a tyrant. Her father had kept the obedience of his herd by fear, lorded over them with cruelty and a violence backed up by his band of sons that ran rampant through the tundra. It had ended in ruin; a cautionary tale and a prime example of the danger in letting greed and vanity rule. The Sunspear would never let that happen here. "talk talk talk" [Please forgive the extreme derpyness of this post. bad writing is bad.] @Zèklè @Gaucho all you have is your fire
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[PRIVATE] Would we make our fathers proud?
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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08-21-2015, 05:01 PM
They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
He was grumpy. He'd been collecting rocks. Desert rocks were pretty consistent: agate, sandstone, granite, quartz, shale. Boring things in a boring pile for the boring golem he would never build. He'd tried adding some treasures to spice things up. A couple pieces of flint, some rocks with long veins of copper in them, a couple good geodes, and a little bit of of the titanium that had begun flaking off his side. Boring. He'd found some malachite, but even that shiny green stone which usually delighted him so much wasn't enough to satisfy the boy, and he stared at the pile with growing frustration, blue feathers ruffling above his twitching tail. It had seemed like such a good idea, building a golem for the Throat. He'd built a few prototypes but non had been quite right- that was ok, he'd figure it out, right? Ha. He was now what felt like thousands of models later, and still he couldn't settle on a design. Nothing was big enough, nothing was strong enough, nothing was fast or handsome or whole. Perhaps the problem was that he had such an indistinct idea of what exactly he wanted- or, perhaps, it was that he had too distinct an idea, too clear an image of towering bay and flaming wings and imposing eyes and distance. No, Zero didn't want to make a golem that was Gaucho. He wanted to make one that was better than Gaucho. And that, it turned out, was an impossible task. As he entered his second year of life Zero's feelings on his father had grown no kinder. If anything they were more inflamed as time wore on and his father's absence grew more pronounced, the uncomfortable void between them growing deeper, to the point where Zèklè's idea of Gaucho was entirely removed from the truth, self-created and surrounded by cruel illusions. Where the lightning bot idolized his mother he had begun now to revile his father, unjustly angry for a multitude of perceived injustices. He had too many other children to care about Zero. He had never loved Ampere. He had been disgusted by the missing wing, the boy was sure of it, an probably was ashamed of his damaged offspring. That's why he'd never claimed him, the way he claimed his other children. He stomped, snorting angrily, tail feathers flared. Well, Zero would show them! If he could just get this stupid goddamn golem to work! "Talk?"
09-15-2015, 10:26 PM
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
He was usually such a cheerful boy. A ray of sunshine on a stormy day, a constant smile on a clouded face. That kind of kid, you know? And had she come to him on another day she may have encountered that cheerful boy. He probably would have laughed at her joke, grinning broadly and puffing up his feathers to enhance his small stature. But today he wasn't Zero the Badass, and the world was not his. Today the boy was Zèklè the Grumpy, Zèklè the Lame, Zèklè the abandoned son of a stupid father who didn't care about him, the broken offspring of a powerful mother he could never measure up to. Today he was just Zèklè the Failed Inventor Who Couldn't Even Get His Stupid Golem to Work. Today the boy was just a boy- no. It was worse than that, really, worse than Megaera could ever have known. Because today Zero was a teenager, and teenagers have little interest in being cheery little boys, or being reasonable, or really much of anything at all besides his misery and his anger and his, ugh, hormones. He glowered at the Sunspear as she landed in the dust, powerfully bitter- she was just showing off, rubbing the boy's disability in his face. Zero pressed his body down, wing pulling tight against his side as he unconsciously shifted so she'd see that side, and not the broken one. He let his ears sit back, reveling in the ease of his anger, sinking further into himself as her friendly words crashed against his skull. He wasn't even close to tall, and she knew that! She just said it to make him feel bad! Did she even know who his father was? Of course she did! his mind raged back. That's why she said it! Because she knows I'll never be good enough! (The teenage boy's brain is not a rational thing.) He shied away as she slid to a stop, the movement pointed, angry and abrupt. He wished that the ground would swallow up his rocks, hide them away from her. What right did she have to look at them like that, little pieces of his soul he'd scattered on the ground. How did she know they weren't listening to him? Could she really see his failure so clearly? Or maybe Gaucho told her... The idea made his blood boil. Yeah, Gaucho had probably warned her about him, or worse, asked her to look out for his damaged son. The lightning child could picture the conversation. Someone has to keep an eye on him, Gaucho would have said, But he's so worthless I don't want to. Meg would have groaned, but agreed because Gaucho was in charge and everyone listened to him. On a normal day Zero would have told Meg the truth, but today was a weird day, and he was in a bad mood, so he decided to try his hand at something new. Lying. @Megaera
10-11-2015, 03:58 PM
Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.
@Zèklè FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
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