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Post by Duzell on Jul 23, 2014 19:03:31 GMT -8
“Here let me help you clean off.” Duzell pondered the philosopher’s question as he tried to finish cleaning the fawn. If he didn’t get the fawn decontaminated then the germs combined with the damp would surely cause him to die. “To be honest, I don’t think there is really one answer to your question. We’re all here or our own reasons.” Duzell was fumbling for an answer to a question he had never even stopped to ask. Why were they here? He really had not even stopped to think; as soon as Terris called for them to come help he had hopped on Nysath and flown straight over. Maybe that was the answer after all. It sounded right in his head at least. Ugh, he had come to save babies not ponder the mysteries of the universe. You would think that the fawn would be more concerned with eating, getting cleaned up and getting out of the rain, but apparently curiosity took precedence. Duzell could understand that; he had a certain spirit animal that was exactly the same.
Duzell turned his attention back to the philosopher. “I really wish I had a good answer for you. The fact is though, I never really even thought about it. For me at least, if someone calls for help, I come. Actually, I didn’t even think about why. The why just didn’t seem as important as the what. I mean, if the situations were reversed I wouldn’t want someone to just pass me by.” Duzell was aware he was rambling without giving the philosopher a solid answer. But what else was he supposed to say? That he did not know? Somehow he figured that would not go over very well.
“Empathy, maybe? I don’t know how much empathy your mother can possess if they can just leave you here to die. It can’t be all that much considering how one little change in their pasts and they could have been in the exact same situation. Not to sound harsh but I could never imagine doing something like that. Of course you also have to consider that we are only one small part of humanity, although I do use that term loosely as not all of us are really completely human. But there are plenty of humans that would not be doing what we are. I don’t know how well that really answers your question. Sorry I can’t be more help.”
Ooc: 400 word challenge: 407 words, decontaminate, fumbling
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Post by Terris on Jul 27, 2014 19:04:56 GMT -8
Terris and the newly bonded fawn regarded each other for a long moment. After the initial shock had worn off, the female sat in the black sands, petulant. The knight looked worried.
"Would you divorce me so soon, little Minx?" he asked, his tone light, though he felt just the slightest bit hurt at her reaction. Did she regret bonding to him? The kurbok fawn gave a minute twitch of one perfectly sculpted ear at his question, her eyes growing wide.
Never! You have done me a great service! If it were not for you I would be dead. It is not your fault my own machinations have been temporarily thwarted. She replied, her soft velvet muzzle brushing his arm with some affection. Then it was her turn to worry.
Do you find me acceptable still, now you know of my true nature? she asked, and Terris felt the slightest hint of uncertainty from her.
"Of course! In fact, I find you completely refreshing. Not that I do not love my other bonded, but you, my Minx, are a challenge, and I cannot wait to see what you get up to. I could never be unhappy with our link" he replied, stroking her soft coat as he spoke.
And there the pair sat, as other pairs bonded around them, completely oblivious, for now, of anything but each other.
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The Masquerade rejected the offer of more food, as she was quite satisfied for now, and instead, listened to Taki's voice. The assurance of trust did little to relax her, she being one that, even at this early age, needed proof beyond words of such assurances. She supposed, however, that the female, having bonded one fawn already, was probably of good character, though, that would remain to be seen...
She jumped a little as the spirit animal came up between her and the other fawn, her eyes growing wide as her ears flicked back in mild displeasure. Foxes, whether made of light or not, were something she was instinctually afraid of, being a prey animal, and her being small enough to fall prey to one. She did relax visibly as she realised he was trying to help and not do any harm,
And then, just as soon as it was there, it was gone, and Taki was in the kitsune's place, which was better, though not entirely ideal either. It was nice to be warm, and dry, but contact was not something the little female was used to. She made no complaint, however, and allowed herself to be petted and handled, for now.
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The Quiet Priestess stayed a still as she could while Arlene handled her, listening carefully to the words coming from the woman as she so deftly rescued her from the confines of the birthing sack.
I believe my mother was much more interested in getting my brother up and moving before I had a chance to stand and follow. she replied sadly, a significant amount of loss and hurt showing in her young eyes.
She felt better, less trapped with most of the birthing gunk now off her, and, once Arlene was around the front of her, she gave a few little kicks, partially dislodging the remainer, which made her feel better still. It was only when milk was offered that she was aware of her gnawing hunger, and she latched on to the milk rags quicly and strongly, almost feeling the strength flow into her as her stomach filled.
Her eyes caught Arlene's, gratitude shining in them, and the tentative stirrings of a bond began to form, hesitant at first, due to fear of being rejected a second time in a day.
You have shown more care for me than my own mother. I would like, if you agree, for you to be my new mother... she trailed off, her eyes searching and hopeful.
BOND: The Quiet Priestess to Arlene.
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The Masked Bandit had seen the skeleton coming, could smell the milk-soaked rags on his person, and knew what he had to do. As the Cain leaned over him to see that he was, indeed, alive, the Bandit's neck extended, the gummy mouth reaching out and deftly plucking a milky rag from him. He drank what he could, the rag having been previously suckled by another mouth, and simply raised an eye to Cain, equal parts challenge and plea.
Could use a bit more of that, first one was almost dry he said, a roguish expression on his little face...and was that...a wink, or was there just sand in his eye....
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The Special Snowflake and Sly Vagabond glared at each other across Amerlan's lap, as both attempted to bond with her at the same time, neither wanting the other to be first. She was kind, and may just be gullible enough to fall for their tricks, or at least accepting enough to take their antics with a good natured humour.
The Special Snowflake bleated his frustration as the Sly Vagabond's link to the woman struck her first, but that didn't stop him from getting in there right behind him, the bond slipping into place no less firmly than the Vagabond's.
The two were appalled to learn that bonding to the same human meant they, too shared a much weaker bond, the Special Snowflake very nearly on the verge of a tantrum as this was discovered.
DOUBLE BOND: The Special Snowflake and the Sly Vagabond to AMERLAN
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Perhaps we could ponder this together later, once you have me clean, fed and safe. The Philosopher said to Duzell. Having sensed a kindred spirit in the man, it took only a few brief moments for the fawn to make up his mind, and the bond fell firmly and surely into place without any kind of warning.
The Matron saw this and smiled. She was all too familiar with this particular fawn, him being from her own daughter, and she knew, from the experience of raising his mother, that The Philosopher would make Duzell's life full of incessent questions about everything and anything. She moved forward, until she was standing beside the man, and then, partially because she knew the two of them would be seeking answers that she could easily provide, and because she had felt the kindness of the man...she, too sent out the first, hesitant wave of a bond to him.
I know I am not a fawn that you could raise as your own, and that I am well past my prime, but, if you would have me, I too, would be yours she said, her voice hopeful...the question was, would he accept such an unorthodox bond?
DOUBLE BOND: The Philosopher and The Matron to Duzell!
(400 word challenge, divorce, minute, service - approx 1100 words)
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Post by Taki on Jul 28, 2014 4:28:30 GMT -8
Kneeling on the coal black sands between Wounded Knight and Masquerade, Taki could easily pick up on the female Kurbok’s discomfort at Tam’kar’s presence – inwardly cringing at the lack of foresight of the preditor-prey relationship – and mentally gave the kitsune a request to stay at bay for now. Perhaps look about the area for anything that might be of use. With his reassurance that he would remain out of sight until she called, she turned her focus fully on the pair. Wounded Knight seemed quite comfortable with her, and she already felt very comfortable with him too, but there was tenseness coming from the masked lady.
{I suppose I can understand a little mistrust,} Taki thought to herself, {if I was treated like they had been.} Noting how her coat trembled and her muscles tensed when the Myrgwae touched her, Taki stilled that hand, just leaving it sitting on her shoulder.
*I’m sorry if I’m making you uneasy,* she said quietly. *You can tell me if you want. You won’t hurt my feelings or anything. I don’t want to do anything that bothers you. That’s now how Myrgwae act. That’s what my kind are called; Myrgwae.* She wasn’t trying to sound lofty or anything; the babbling was more her trying to come up with some way to help Masquerade see that she could be trusted. *We’re always trying to help anyone in need, and we’re empathic. That means I can pick up on others’ emotions and feel them like they’re mine. Though I will admit, you’re kind of a hard one to pick up on.* Then she quickly added, like this had come up before. *Oh, but it’s not like mind reading! So I don’t know what you’re thinking or anything. And even if I could, I wouldn’t pry - Gah!* She sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck with a hand. *I’m babbling, aren’t I? I’ve been told I do that sometimes. Sorry.* For a long moment, she was quiet as she tried to think up something to say or do, stroking Wounded Knight’s neck affectionately. *So… when you’re feeling stronger, do you have any idea where you might want to go? I’d be willing to help you get there, even though I honestly wouldn’t know where anyplace was. I haven’t been here all that long. I know the Nexus, and Town too! But that’s just about it.* She gave another sheepish grin. *I have a home in town – I think I’m the only Myrgwae ever that can say that. It’s small but nice.* The thought crossed her mind that if her dialogue was a hot knife, it would probably go through about a pound of butter the way it was rambling. She took a breath, then decided to just out and say it.
*I want to help you, I really do. But I can understand if you don’t want to trust me. That’s fine. It’s hard to trust someone you just met. If all you’ll let me do is make sure you’ve got a chance to survive, and you don’t want to bond, I’ll be okay with that. Helping a friend is what I do, and even if you decide not to bond with me, maybe we can still be friends? There’s nothing in any rulebook against that is there? And if there is, then we should find a jar of ink and a quill and change it.* That last was intended to be a joke, to try and loosen the tension. She could only hope her forward honesty, something rather new to her, would help Masquerade at the least feel more at ease, regardless of the end result.
((Word Count: 611/500, butter, loft(lofty), coal))
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Post by Leyora on Jul 29, 2014 23:14:46 GMT -8
Leyora gasped softly as the deer moved closer to her. Such a gentle but bold move for a fawn to be so openly trusting! Content to comfort the white kurbok as long as he wished, she stroked his velvet soft fur and hummed a soothing tune to pas the time. Leyora had been unaware of the rain or how it soaking into her skin was making her cold somewhere deep within, at least, not until she fought to hold in a sneeze. She huffed a couple of quick times and the feeling eventually abated. She was afraid of scaring the any of the kurbok with a potentially loud noise. She looked forward to helping all that she could, but she also looked forward to some sort of cover from the rain, as well.
As she looked down and met the Ministrel's gaze a new bond was formed so gently that that it was almost like a feather tickling the inside of her heart. As bonded words trailed away, Leyora whispered fondly, "Of, course... Baroque." The name seemed to come to her almost as though the kurbok, himself, and placed it in her mind. Leyora cuddled her newest family member for a moment longer, before attempting to rise. Her legs felt like bricks, from sitting for so long, but she really needed to move. "Shall we see if any of the others can be helped?" She already knew that Baroque would agree, but it was nice to feel his calm pleasure warm the fresh bond. She sopped the rag with milk once more and set off in search of another kurbok to help.
A quick motion caught Leyora's eye causing her to turn and look for the source of alarm. She sighed softly and shook her head, seeing a fox-like spirit merrily flitting about. She walked over, with Baroque not far behind, but by the time she had reached the Masqeruade and Taki, the spirit creature seemed to already be on a new mission. Still, it couldn't hurt to check up on the pair. "Is everything alright over here? You seem a little... flustered, if I may say so." She nodded to the beautiful black fawn eyes full with concern. Glancing to Taki, Leyora smiled, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't barge in on conversation between you and your bond like that. I don't mean to intrude." Truly, she didn't, either, but the sight of a predatory animal, however friendly, near something that seemed to so closely resemble deer in her old world, somewhat nettled her and triggered her protective side.
Eyes widened a little as an after thought donned on her. Now that she had bonded a kurbok, how would she make him feel safe when she rode a dragon and was best friends with a large cat? To this Rasmus sent a protest through the bond that he would never harm his new bond-mate. At the same time Baroque spoke up, "We are one now. I can sense your other bonds and respect them, as I already know they will respect me, too. I FEEL them!" This made Leyora smile warmly and also do a double-take at Taki and the black fawn. Realization set in slowly. "Oh... "
((500 Word Challenge: velvet, cover, brick = 538 words))
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Post by Taki on Jul 30, 2014 0:34:44 GMT -8
The Myrgwae smiled up at Leyora as she approached and spoke.
*Yeah, a little flustered,* she admitted, then added privately to Leyora, so that the pair of Kurboks couldn’t hear. *I didn’t think that Tam’kar would frighten her. That he looks like a fox and that they’re kinda like deer didn’t even occur to me in the slightest. I feel so bad about it now. I just want her to be safe like my new friend here is.* Then she switched back to a more public speech. *I found a bag of milk – well Tam’kar did – not too far away from here that was sitting on the ground. I’m afraid I stumbled upon this without anything for them, so I had to use the milk in the bag and now it’s empty. Do you have any idea whose it was? I want to thank them.* She nodded to where Tam’kar was sniffing at the black sands, trying to sort out the scent of the owner over all the other scents in the area.
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Post by Tidfe on Jul 30, 2014 14:43:20 GMT -8
Cain laughed lightly. Wink or not, the skeleton was glad that the Bandit was okay. Quickly getting another rag, he made sure this one was soaked in the liquid. "Here you go. Let me know if you want some more and I can go grab some more." Meanwhile, the fawn that Cain had bonded was curled up with Dorth in warmth and dryness. It was all nice and clean. Both from his, Cain's and Dorth's efforts. The dragon having finished the job when Cain brought him over.
"You thinking about going home with anyone? Cause I can help you get to them. No fawn will be left behind unless it is already too late." Cain would see to that. Bleeding heart or not, Cain would not let Terris take any fawns who were already at death's door.
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Post by Arlene on Jul 30, 2014 22:02:28 GMT -8
Arlene cringed a bit. This was the worst kind of patriarchy. Males ruling but not protecting those under them. If fact, choosing male children over females to keep. This kind of thinking on some worlds on countries after population control had led to males that were allowed to live over their sisters soon having no mates to choose from. It would be rude to ask the matron if the herd also had stallions that took over the herd slay all the former stallion's children. That was what happened to lions and horses sometimes.
She hugged the little priestess. "Of course Aislynn I'll be your mother now. I won't abandon you and you can choose who you have as mate and your children can grow up big and strong and able to make their choices so will you. It's your time to dream and shine little one. Sounds like you haven't had a real chance to so far."
She felt the bond slide into place with no resistance. Why would she resist or fight it when it took so much trust to be offered in the first place? This little one was hers and she belonged to her. Arlene dampened the rag letting Aislynn drink her fill.
200 word challenge patriarchy 206 count
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Post by Duzell on Aug 1, 2014 3:47:26 GMT -8
Duzell felt both bonds wash over him. The Philosopher was quick, deathly certain. He was not asking Duzell to bond so much as he was informing Duzell that he felt he was worthy of taking care of him. The matron was much more hesitant; she was not certain if Duzell would accept her. Duzell did not hesitate to accept both of them. In truth he was very grateful for the matron’s bond to him. She would be in the perfect position to aid him in answering the mass of questions he was certain the Philosopher would have for him.
He smiled up at the matron. “I would be honored to accept your bond.” He turned to the Philosopher. “I’m glad that my stumbling over the answer did not dissuade you. If I’m being entirely honest you can expect a bit more of that in the future. I do promise to always try my best to answer your questions though. Does that sound agreeable to you Elrik?” He turned to the matron. “I will be very grateful for any aid you can give me with the questions I can’t answer Ulana.” Duzell finished cleaning off the Philosopher, grabbed the milk soaked rag and offered him a bit more to drink if he wanted.
Ooc: 200 word challenge, 212 words: position, deathly
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Post by Amerlan on Aug 1, 2014 22:53:34 GMT -8
Amerlan felt as if she was being torn apart by the two bonds. Although they had yet to connect with her the war for the first to bond to her soul was mind shattering. The pressure built and built and then suddenly everything was clear. It was like sitting in the eye of a storm. Thunder booming all around and lightning crackling in the air, but you know you are safe. The first to connect with her was the Sly Vagabond. True to his old name his bond was filled with charm and an air of poise, though an under layer of tartness was present. The Special Snowflake's bond was full of need and warmth, and most definitely a hint of jealously. Together the bonds both took a swapped a piece of their own soul for a piece from her own.
With the bonding complete and her breath returning her Amerlan could only absently stroke both of her new bonds. She could feel Keeva pressing herself into her back and rumbling loudly to comfort her. Smiling she felt the fatigue wash away and it was replaced by giddiness. "You two. Things are going to be different now."She grinned down at them. "We're a family now, and whether you like it or not that means you two are now family as well." She could feel the Special Snowflakes hurt and rage welling up in her, and the smugness from the Sly Vagabond for bonding her first. Sighing she stroked their necks.
The Sly Vagabond looked up at her with large watering eyes, "Do we get names now? Proper names? All I want is a name please."
The Special Snowflake headbutted the Sly Vagabond and cried out, "He got to bond first I want a name first!"
Amerlan looked on in amusement. While it was cute now these kind of attitudes would be a royal pain in the ass when they grew up. The worst outcome she hoped to see would be that the two of them developed an aversion for one another, but ideally a love-hate relationship was something she could go for. "You have a point little one, and yes you were second to bond so you can have your name first. How about Zaire, Zai for short." She placed a kiss on 's forehead. Turning her attention to the Sly Vagabond she spoke, "And you shall be Casper."
(( 300 word challenge : royal aversion : 400 words))
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Post by Terris on Aug 5, 2014 19:20:25 GMT -8
The Masked Bandit took the rag from Cain and quickly sucked it dry. Although he was now well and truly satisfied, a part of him wondered just how much milk he could steal from the skeleton. Or maybe he could just steal the skeleton. He seemed to be a proficient caregiver, and was probably just enough of a bleeding heart that he could get away with murder if he so wished (not that he was likely to commit murder, of course)
The way I see it. he said, nudging the rag that was now soaked dry toward the skeleton, indicating he would like another. You are the one that saved my life, the only one that bothered to feed me, and you seem suitable enough, so, I am more or less considering you... he finished as the skeleton moved to get him more milk.
It was then the devious little kurbok sprang his trap. Instead of a cage of iron bars, this one came in the form of a bond. There was no malicious intent behind it, but the message was more than clear, Cain now well and truly belonged to The Masked Bandit.
BOND: Cain to The Masked Bandit
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The masquerade's ears flicked forward at the new voice, her gaze resting on the newcomer, the slightest hint of curiosity in their depths The little female, shuddered all over and attempted to stand, getting her legs underneath her. It took a few tries, but after a few moments she was standing on the tottery stilts that passed for legs. She took a few unsteady steps, wobbled precariously, almost falling back down, then steadied herself once more, slowly but steadily making her way to Leyora.
I think you may be who I am looking for... she said quietly, casting an apologetic eye back behind her at Taki. The feline woman had been kind and saved her life, but privacy was a large part of her nature, and being bonded to an empath just did not feel like the right fit. A bond with Leyora, however, would afford her the privacy she required, and so it was this new woman that she extended the bond to, hopeful that she would accept.
BOND: The Masquerade to Leyora.
(383/300 words, steal, iron)
(ooc: that's all the kurboks BONDED! Those who have not named them already have two weeks from today to give them names. If they are not named after this period, they will be re-bonded)
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Post by Taki on Aug 6, 2014 0:37:56 GMT -8
Taki smiled at both the masquerade and Leyora, nodding her approval. Whether she had bonded to the kurbok female or not was unimportant. That she survived was what mattered, so she was pleased, very pleased.
*Honor,* she murmured, addressing her new companion privately, thinking it a good name for the chivalrous, strong, knight-like kurbok, *do you think you're up to making the trip back to town with me?* She glanced around, but it seemed that all that could be helped, had been. She shivered at the sight of so much death, but at least these had been saved. Tam'kar slowly approached, keeping close to Honor's side and mostly downwind and out of sight of the others, so he wouldn't frighten them. Slowly she helped Honor up, her own legs stiff from kneeling so long, and began to make their way back towards home, though she kept an eye out for any others that may still be able to be saved.
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Post by Tidfe on Aug 6, 2014 2:15:39 GMT -8
Cain laughed as he went to go grab another rag and soaked it in milk. The kurbok seemed to have an endless thirst for this stuff. Not that he minded, but this would be the last one. Namely cause he wanted to get home before everyone got too wet. Wet animals and especially ones so young was not a good idea. It usually lead to bad things, such as the animals getting sick and possibly dying. Okay. It was more than a possibility here, but Cain was not about to let such a thing happening.
Grinning as the bond slipped into place, it was a question of who trapped who. Was it Bandit that had trapped him or was it him that trapped Bandit? Did it really matter so long as he removed both Banditand Giglan from this hostile environment. He hastened his steps until Bandit had his third rag and was in Dorth's claws. Giglan was in the other and the dragon had her wings spread out just waiting for the word to take off from the cool sands.
Sending Dorth and the young ones on their way back to a dryer and warmer place, the skeleton moved back to where the rest of the foals were laying there. Most seemed to have gone quiet, too weak to cry out now and Cain could feel his heart breaking. Death seemed to be everywhere as Cain cast a look toward Terris. "Do you have an extra knife I can borrow? Otherwise, I'm just going to start breaking necks here." Anything to end their suffering and send them to a better place.
He had to resist tapping any part of his body in impatience as he waited the few seconds it took to get his answer. He felt the longer he waited and mess around so to speak, the longer they suffered on this cruel plane of existence. Luckily for them, Death was there to welcome them with open arms and to make sure their crossing would be a swift and painless one. Terris and the others were just the method by which the entity used to help them along that path. Cain walked to each fawn that had the touch and made sure their end was as quick and painless as possible. It did not make it any easier and he could have wept as he watched the light and life leave each foal's eyes. His bonds tried to comfort as best as they could, but until they were back in physical touching distance, it was not helping.
(400: Hostile, Endless 429 words)
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Post by Leyora on Aug 6, 2014 21:29:58 GMT -8
Wide-eyed, Leyora watched as the wobbly deer toddled over to her. Lifting an arm, she made silent invite for the young doe to lean against her side if needed. Dumbfounded, she tilted her head and lamely answered, "Me? But..." As the bond was pushed towards her, she hesitated. It wasn't until she saw the happy expression on Taki's face that she slowly opened up to accepting the bond. It was an elusive bond that came in close and then darted away like a scared fish, or was like trying to see the face of the moon through a thick fog. Oh! There was a mutual agreement in that thought. Indeed, much like the moon all shrouded in mystery, the black fawn's bond to Leyora was strangely enticing and inviting despite its distance. Drawing on a name she had heard once in her old world, Leyora murmured, "Aysel, for you are like the moon, my dark beauty, I would be honored to have you as family."
As best she could tell, Aysel seemed pleased with the assessment and the name. Baroque sent warm sentiment through the bonds as well. He sidled u to Aysel, offering support, though his own legs were already getting tired from standing and walking, too. Looking about, she spotted Cain sending his kurboks away and then sighed sadly. He had the right of it. What came next, the young had no business seeing and the rain would only weaken them more if they stayed out in it much longer. Aysel needed no convincing to go with Eyrdith back to their home and the shelter that they would likely share with Cyrus, for now. However Baroque would have none of it. His human was hurting inside and by his not-yet-grown beard, he would to be there for her. "I can feel you at great distances too, handsome. Best you get in out of the rain now though." A protest and then a sulky agreement later, Eyrdith and Rasmus took the young deer back home.
Leyora stayed behind and walked over to Cain. Whether there were tears on her cheek or raindrops was hard to tell, but she nodded her agreement with her friend. Hunting for the right words, she spoke quietly, "It needs to be done. You may use my dagger if you like." Her voice held notes of pain. She looked away as the life fled from the eyes of those that Cain already put to rest. Appearing outwardly to recover, Leyora then knelt by each corpse and wiped away the single tear in each eye of the fawns and then closed their eyes. She spoke a few heartfelt words, praying for the souls of the departed kurboks. By the end, of it there was no doubt of the tears in her eyes, or the shiver as the chill of cold rain set deep in her bones.
((300 Word Challenge: beard, hunting = 480 words))
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Post by Taki on Aug 7, 2014 3:58:22 GMT -8
Taki shuddered as she felt the first one be put at rest. She had never before been so close to death. The sensation of surrender was more than she could bear, and she hustled away from the area as quickly as Honor could manage, until her own legs gave out and she slid down a dune, huddling at the bottom to wait for the end, pulling all her empathy back to herself to keep the backlash from becoming too much.
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Post by Rezi on Aug 11, 2014 21:07:16 GMT -8
( Post to edit when i'm awake) ( Note: Little fawn to be named Korri)
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