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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 7, 2020 12:56:02 GMT -6
RP between Siddharta and Renata
Setting: The Aerie ; Early morning Winter 1707
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 7, 2020 12:56:58 GMT -6
Renata | Flock sergeant
Renata had been observing for a while, not what to make him. At times she saw a child, alone in their midst, at others the scales that gleamed dangerously upon his back. She wondered whether is was fate or a fluke that had made him end up in their home, so suddenly, so violently. As it was he had nothing to do with them, nothing to do with their cause other than the fact he wandered their grounds. He may not have willingly come here, but if he were to stay -and by Cascade she was actually worried about what information he’d pass on if he left somehow- there had something to be done. It was as such that she steeled her nerves and walked up to the young kirin who was minding his own bussines, intent on getting the matter settled... for as far as that was possible.
“How long have you been here now?” She decided to start with a question, staring the youth right in eye so he couldn’t mistake who she was addressing. Calm, but unrelenting she awaited an answer, using her responsibilities as a sergeant as almost an excuse if anyone were to ask why she was bothering. She would have done so anyway, but nobody needed to know. The flight had always been important to her and she wanted to make sure they stayed a family, safe and secure.
“I haven’t been keeping track, but it seems a good while at least since they...found you.” She heard they found him hurt at least so it wasn’t completely untrue. She however also heard he was rather hostile towards the medics, refusing to answer questions which didn’t help her worries about his presence in the flock.
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 7, 2020 23:55:09 GMT -6
S I D D H A R T H A
"It’s hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark." He was always an early riser. That much did not change. Siddhartha always had to; to be one step ahead of the enemy, to have the edge in battle, they had to rise before the sun did. Even though his thoughts were long out of the hazy fog of blood lust, habits from the war were often hard to break. Besides waking early, the colt took to sharpening small twigs with a piece of flint to pass the time. Back then he fashioned them with the desire to push their points into flesh -- now he only does it as a nervous tic.
He'd been with this pegasus-infested camp since the late fall. Since Siddhartha had been birthed by a crack of lightning in the middle of the Aerie, he'd remained on edge, despite the medics' insistence that they had no intention of harming him. Ever since early life the colt had believed that Alya's children were nothing more than bodies to slay. They deserved to be put out of their misery for the sake of kirin-kind. Those beliefs were saddled by the poison of his god's bond, but even now -- free from the toxic cords that had driven his people to insantiy -- Siddhartha still did not trust the pegasi. Did they not know of the war that should still be brewing? Did they not despise him?
The cautious words of the camp's Sergeant sends an uneasy feeling through his body. The colt pauses, the flint coming to a stop with one final, jarring scrape against the raw bark. He refused to look at her, as he often did, but at least he manages not to frown very much.
"Two months." The child answers flatly, voice rigid. "Two months, I think. But I've stopped counting."
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Word Count: 294
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 10, 2020 14:26:31 GMT -6
Renata | Sergeant
He didn’t look at her, but what had she expected? She had heard from and observed his attitude with others, so it was not a surprise. She guessed she was just used to more respect, especially of the youth amongst them. The mother in her itched to correct the behavior, instead pursing her lips slightly. Right, he wasn’t talkative as was, berating a hostile child would not do much good either. She hummed slightly at his reply, trying to think of a way to take the edge of the conversation but finding non. “Two months.”
A pause fell as she realised there was no way to get around it. “I’m going to be honest with you. I’d like you to tell me what your plans are.” He too should realise he could not just keep hanging around like this, should he not? Not really going, but not really becoming part of their group either, instead spending his days on seemingly sticks and who knew what else. He was a stranger living in their midst, living next to them instead of with. It put her on edge not knowing what he was doing. What was he thinking? What was he cooking up in that head of his? Not knowing what to expect. She wondered if it did not put him on edge as well, not knowing what be next for them. She wasn’t sure if they had talked about what the freedom flight thought of him either, if he knew how they’d react to anything he did.
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Post by Zookcan on Feb 14, 2020 23:03:27 GMT -6
S I D D H A R T H A
"It’s hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark." Like a petulant child he kept silent, chipping away at his little stick, attempting to selectively mute out the words and listen to the sound of flint grating against wood instead. He wanted to ignore her, as much as he couldn't -- he hadn't developed quite the ear for that yet -- so instead he'd been playing the stoic, pretentious child card for quite some time now. While Renata is doing her best not to scold him, Siddhartha feels he's confident enough to mask his irritation in their starting conversation.
But the subtle signs do show; the way his ears fold back, his refusal to make eye contact. She could probably tell he didn't want to answer her. However, it wasn't because he had any malicious intentions against this camp and its soldiers -- he wanted to escape this place, and get far away from it at somepoint -- but because the question had run dry at this point, and admittedly, Siddhartha still didn't have a decent answer for himself.
What are your plans? What will you do after this place? Where are you going? How could he answer? As far as Siddhartha knew, his family was gone. His King had called to him but her voice had been a ghost in his head, beckoning him back to a war and a place that he no longer felt certain about. He'd killed once, he'd killed while he was still a child, and Siddhartha still wondered if that was really who he was. Was he really a killer?
"When you ask questions like that, it makes me ponder if you really are keeping me hostage." He grumbles. "At this point you don't have to lie about it. I know I can't run away easily from you guys."
He sets the sharpened stick down and nudges it with a hoof, allowing it to slowly roll out of reach. "I'm going to be honest with you. Am I scary to you?"
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Word Count: 324
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Post by moonlightwalk on Mar 14, 2020 15:10:41 GMT -6
Renata | Flock Sergeant
She looked at him expectantly with an unwilling kind of patience that only stemmed from the experience of raising two teenagers of her own. She stared silently but unrelentingly, a tactic that still worked on her now adult children and had helped her crack many patient unwilling to tell much detail around a mysterious injury, so she hoped it work on the somewhat strange youth as well.
When he answered, it was not what she had expected. If she was honest, she hadn’t know what to expect, but not this for sure. Did he think he was a prisoner? It was true that he had unfortunately seen the location of their camp and as result had information that could get out. However it wasn’t like they had kept him locked up, so to go as far as saying-
Her own thoughts were interrupted by his next question however, throwing her of balance. Her face immediately became blank in reflex of the surprise, a thing she had thought herself to do over the years, keep in her emotions. She considered him for a second, trying to think of an answer.
After a few beats of silence, trying to gauge how he would react, she frowned and opened her mouth. She wanted to choose her words carefully, already surprised she had gotten him to talk. Perhaps there was something to sticking to this honesty thing. “Since we’re being honest, you must admit, you haven’t told us much about yourself.” Her eyes slid over the scales on his back, scales she once heard only described in tales, bloody tales.
“Do you know the stories of your kind? Kirins? Because that’s all your people have been to us, history recounted, long long lost” she shook her head, recalling them painted as villains.
”And yet you have appeared here amongst our mids, you, a kirin, a myth alive and breathing and you have stayed silent, not spoken a word about where you came from, your past or even how you got here and why, why of all places you came to us.” The last sentence sounded frustrated and she clacked her hoof against a hoof against the ground in annoyance, before she pressed her lips together and folded her wings closer to herself, dragon tail still sweeping in slight annoyance.
“I do not trust you certainly. I fear what you might be, based on what I heard, but rest assured I have faced greater evils and fear has not yet held me back from doing what needs to be done.” Talori, she thought to herself. Throwing pegasus after pegasus to their death.
“The question is, do you feel I should fear you? Will you give me a reason to? Something that would warrant making a prisoner out of you as you said?”
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Post by Zookcan on Mar 19, 2020 19:30:38 GMT -6
S I D D H A R T H A
"It’s hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark." He frowns quickly, a golden hoof pressing deeper into the dirt despite his efforts to withhold his displeasure. The words did little to satisfy him or make him feel any more welcome than he already was ( which was, despite their neutral disposition, very little. ) Just like him she answered questions with questions -- fair, but irritating. She offered no clarity, no motive. One of them was going to have to budge. Of course, Siddhartha didn't want to be the first to do that.
Something that came off that ... Pegasus's tongue made his nostrils flare with inner frustration: the implication that he was supposed to know why he'd appeared here, what he was going to do with these little horde of horses? Frankly, nothing. Even if there was still a war to be had, Siddhartha would be out of his right mind if he thought he could take on a group as big as this one, especially since the vast majority of them were adults. But that was just the thing -- there was no war, apparently. It was a hard pill for the boy to swallow but they'd told him that the war ended over a thousand years ago, that kirins had been instinct, and only now, seventeen-hundred years later, had they begun to reappear.
Of course, he wanted to doubt all of what they claimed, but there was thing Siddhartha could not deny: his own death. He remembers it vividly; the roar of the earth, the screaming air and the waves booming into his very chest as a chunk of Hireath itself plummeted to him and his kin. "Imagine ... "
"Imagine seeing the sky turn blood red and watching it fall down on you. It comes so quick that all you have time to think about is your own death." He hisses lightly. "Then nothing. I remember floating. Flying like I was somewhere other than earth. I couldn't see anything. It's like I was asleep or something. Then, boom--the next thing I know I'm here."
He pauses for a few beats, hoping that the pegasus would be smart enough to take in his words. ( Back when he was younger, childhood friends of his would joke about how birdbrained they were. ) "Ever since I woke up I've been hearing the same thing. Kirins are dead, they were all wiped out a thousand years ago, all that ... crazy stuff you've been saying. How am I supposed to know?"
The sulking kirin turns his head away from Renata, propping it over his forelegs. "I don't know if all you've been saying is true, but, if it is, I've been dead all this time. How should I know why I'm here?" He stews on her next question for a moment, recalling his own terror as he reflected on the things he had done during the war. That hadn't really been him, had it? But what made him question it now, the act of killing?
" ... No, I'm not a killer. I never wanted to be. "
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Post by Dream-Lark on May 24, 2020 15:56:08 GMT -6
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