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Post by kajeayn on Apr 4, 2020 16:45:00 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 300 | post: 46 “I have a knack for that,” Mazuku said dryly, feathers shuffling as he came to a halt in front of the screamer. The question made him shrug, gesturing absently with his wing. He had slept, and that was good enough for him.
His brows lifted, silver teke glowing as he took the map. He hesitated, carefully unrolling it with the respect it deserved, opening it up so that his eyes could scan over the details, tracing over the carefully laid out landmarks.
“This is really well done,” He admitted gruffly, carefully rerolling it and tucking it into his bags. He looked back at Whirlwind, a stray wind tugging at his hair and scarf. They had only known each other a day, and yet he found himself lingering before he left. The night before had been a dramatic event in Whirlwind’s life, he knew that. He’d been part of that. He’d been the reason for it, honestly.
It was his fault Whirlwind had had to bloody his blade.
“You’re a good screamer.” He said suddenly. “Don’t forget that.”
He was still not the best at compliments, but it was the best he could do. The most he could offer, and hopefully Whirlwind knew that Mazuku did not offer it lightly. Neither of them were the type to beat around the bush, or to offer false support or praise.
“Thanks, for the map and. Last night.” His feathers ruffled uncomfortably, his words coming more and more gruff, nearly a growl by the end of his sentence as he turned to go, ears flat.
He’d probably lingered here too long as it was. As usual, he’d brought nothing but trouble with him, and it was time to bring it to someone else. Hopefully just to the Aodhians, this time.
“I should get going.”
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Post by lightningwolf913 on May 27, 2020 21:28:38 GMT -6
= W H I R L W I N D =
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WC: 487 | Post: 46Parting with another had not felt so difficult for him in many long years. He knew very well that there was never any guarantee that he'd see Mazuku ever again. Sedo was a brutal country, and Alya did not test her people gently. These were uncertain times, and that alone drew a pang of sadness from his heart. All that he could hope was that his map would do some good for him, to keep him out of harm's way and increase his chances of meeting this friend of his again.
While there were usually few words between Whirlwind and Mazuku, he was not greeted with the same silence as before. He couldn't hide how his eyes lit up when Mazuku complimented his work. It came on so suddenly, unprompted as it was. It shocked him, and he was caught off guard. He glanced away, as if to try to conceal how pleased he was by his praise. With that quick aversion of his gaze, he found their long shadows in the red sand to focus on instead. They were suddenly far more interesting than anything that was going on right in front of his nose.
He cleared his voice after the next, shifting his weight to cock one of his back legs, taking a deep breath. A good screamer? Well, perhaps. He tried to be, though what he had done wasn't particularly good by any means. He should never have been so close to the enemy. The caravan had plenty of protection, as he was but a scout, so they probably didn't miss him. However, if he'd not been careful he could have led those soldiers back here. There still was a chance that they could find him, and he had no doubt that the chevaliers that would come would rain all of Ignacio's rage down upon them when they did.
Did that make him a good screamer, to do what he did? Maybe. Maybe not, but he took the compliment greedily anyway. If he was not a good screamer, was he a good Seroran? Perhaps not, but he had helped people, and that was what counted in the long run. He remained silent, allowing Mazuku to say his piece before he piped up. His own ears perked up and a smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he regarded the souring look on his face.
"Don't look so disappointed," He nodded to him. "It's almost like you think you might miss me or something."
He stifled a soft chuckle, stepping up to walk with his companion the rest of the way to the edge of camp. He wouldn't send him off all alone.
"Until then, stay safe. Put that map to good use." He paused for a heartbeat, lifting his eyes to meet the gaze of the mercenary. "We'll meet again." He said it with such certainty that he almost believed it himself. |
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Post by kajeayn on May 28, 2020 16:36:03 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 456 | post: 47 He watched the brief flicker of emotions play over the screamer’s face, the way he dropped his gaze but Mazuku could still see the way his eyes shined. It made him a little less embarrassed for forcing himself to voice his opinion on him. Whirlwind appreciated it, and stars knew the screamer could use anything he could get after what he’d been through last night. With any luck, he would not have to go through anything like that again, even if he did end up meeting Mazuku again. Maybe they would meet under happier circumstances, when the land was free of fighting, when he had found who he was looking for. And maybe he’d sprout a new wing and fly again. Maybe Ignacio would descend and kiss him on the cheek. It all seemed just as likely. “I could say the same to you,” Mazuku snorted, returning the tease without batting an eye. “Don’t look so glum. Your luck should turn up again once I’m gone.”
He was surprised to be walked to the edge of camp, but he wasn’t ungrateful for it. It was… nice, to squeeze out just a few more seconds of company before he was off to the next unknown. The next stupid decision, the next round of bad luck, the next dead end. It all looked much the same, to him. “I’ll be as safe as I ever am,” He said dryly, lightly tapping his saddlebag with his wing. “At least I won’t get lost.” Before him, Serora’s lands spread out, open and inviting. Sand and scraps of sagebrush opened out before him, so far he imagined he could see all the way to the ocean. The sky was as unrelenting and eggshell blue as always, and he lifted his head, breathing in the dry wind that reached to embrace him, tangling in his hair. The call to keep moving, keep searching, beckoned. He’d just never been any good at goodbyes. His eyes lingered on the screamer, and surprising even himself, he smiled. He’d been a good companion for the brief time their paths had crossed. He had no doubt Whirlwind would go on to do better things then he’d done the night before. It was a dark spot in his history, and Mazuku had been the cause of it. It was time he hit the road. “We will,” He agreed, striding forward, his ears perking towards the horizon. If he’d been a little younger and stupider, he would have jumped into a gallop. “So long for now, Twister.”And then he was off at an easy lope, kicking up dust as he, once again, left something good behind him, eyes turned to the unknown before him. Onto the next adventure. |
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jun 5, 2020 12:57:27 GMT -6
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