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Post by fallenraen on Jun 22, 2017 15:36:49 GMT -6
A Father's Daughter
Featuring Kilorn and Ila Setting: Ziuseset, Sedo Time period: Between chapters II and III |
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Post by fallenraen on Jun 22, 2017 15:38:24 GMT -6
[ Ila ]
It was a quiet night. The stars, small suns twinkling thousands and thousands of miles away, blinked next to a bright moon that hung in the sky. The desert’s sand, cooled off from the day’s heat where the sun baked it, danced playfully in the wind that swept it up in small breezes that swept over the top of sand dunes and rolled down them.
It should have been a peaceful night, so why did Ila feel so… broken?
The oasis was a lovely place to stay, what was left of her family was there as well as her friends and she got to meet new people nearly every time she stepped outside the tent she and her brother shared, yet she’d taken off in the middle of the night away from it all. She’d flown until tears had brimmed her eyes, making her vision go blurry that forced her to land. She’d scuffed a knee against the ground, a sob held back by a sniffle as she laid curled up next to a crater that once was filled with water before the rains stopped falling.
Her knee didn’t hurt, not really, but her heart did. It ached, it screamed. She wanted to scream. How unfair could the world be? How could someone take away a father, a best friend? Tears rolled down her cheeks, her bottom lip pulled in to keep herself from sobbing out loud as she watched the stars overhead. She had to take in a deep breath to steady herself, finally understanding why her brother fought.
It was to protect those they loved. She knew he was as torn up about losing their father as she was. How could he not be? An unsteady sigh slipped back her lips, Ila shifting her wings to get more comfortable. She doubted she would be getting up anytime soon, not until she was sure she could walk back into the makeshift camp the herd had made without bursting back into tears.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jun 23, 2017 13:54:40 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- The tall stallion admitted to himself that he missed his home in Osulas as he struggled with the flap of his tent. He was too dang tall for this. The oasis was nice, there was some new faces and plenty he'd seen before, he'd even seen his cousin. He avoided her, too afraid that he'd just hurt her again. But it was nice to learn new faces and be in the midst of everything but he also didn't like socializing very much, there were too many of them to avoid. Most days that they'd been here he tried to stick to his duties and avoid everyone else. It still got to be too much for him, he'd have headaches at the end of the day, there was just too much jibber-jabber and movement in this place. So at night he would escape, not for long, just enough to pray and clear his head. That was exactly his plan tonight, to slip out unnoticed and return quietly. But this stupid tent decided it would be great to make a noise or two by whacking him in the head. Kilorn glared at it as he passed with a huff, dumb tent.
- Ki's grumbling and his eager hooves took him farther than usual and he paused, gathering his thoughts. What had his actions brought to is herd? By saving Noatak did they doom everyone else? A chuckle erupted from him. He shouldn't think that he mattered so much, or that saving a colt from a horrible life of slavery would be a bad thing. Even if the Aodhians decided to raise hell about this, wasn't that fighting for the values that made their herd whole? His thoughts wandered about as far as he had. Kilorn stopped wandering and checked out his surroundings, trying to figure out exactly how far he'd gone. He noticed the runs in all the rocks around him, Sedo had many different kinds of rock formations, and all were beautifully etched by water in a different way. These looked like little craters, dents almost. He noticed them beneath his hooves too, and a large one close by. Funny, one of those rock formations looked like a horse. He tilted his head and noticed that the 'formation' was breathing and.. shaking. They were crying. He moved closer quietly, wanting to make sure the other seroran wasn't in danger. "Um.. Hello, are you hurt?" He asked, trying to sounds concerned, but it probably came off as indifferent, he always thought "are you okay?" was kind of cliche and ironic, since usually if someone is bleeding or crying they weren't okay.
wc: 438 words
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Post by fallenraen on Jun 24, 2017 21:27:27 GMT -6
[ Ila ]
She hadn’t heard them approach until they’d spoken up. From her own thoughts, Ila was startled. She took in a sharp intake, coughing softly. Hurt? “I - no, I’m not hurt.” She blinked up at them, the stranger under the moonlight, before she drew herself up to get to her hooves and stand. It ached a little, her knee, but she did little more than momentarily grimace before she tried to pull a smile onto her face for them to remain as polite as she could be. She likely looked like a mess.
Tear stained cheeks, a scraped knee, and mussed hair from her stumble. Oh, she knew she definitely looked like a mess. Still, she tried to pull what dignity she could together as she lifted her chin to inspect them. Were they lost? No, she’d seen them before around the oasis. They were one of the Sultan and his family’s own guardsmen, were they not? If horses could blush from embarrassment, Ila would be a scarlet shade. They’d come across her crying and there she was making a fool of herself further.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t - I didn’t expect any company,” she attempted to explain, her ears flicking back as she looked away. Her wings shifted, hugging her sides as she was unsure what to do with herself. She’d left the oasis to get away from others. What was she to do when someone had found her - crying at that? “I, um, do you happen to need anything…? Help back to the others?” Unlikely, she thought to herself. They were (she assumed) an Iron Hoof. What Iron Hoof would need any sort of escort back to where they had likely left to be alone too?
Her face warmed as she just dug her grave deeper before she cleared her throat, lifting her head after she stole a glance up at them from under her eyelashes and moved away what hair had fallen into her face with her telekinesis. “I’m sorry, again, this all probably seems very awkward to you.” It did. Who knew what they were thinking or how they felt about the rambling girl. They’d probably, given their indifferent tone when they’d asked if she was hurt, had only been inquiring to seem courteous. Serorans helped one another. It was, to Ila, unheard of for anyone in the herd to turn someone away in need of any sort of assistance whether it was medical or a direction of where to go.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Oct 12, 2017 11:14:56 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn hadn't meant to startle her and felt guilt build up for it. Ki scanned the surroundings to ensure there were no dangers instead of looking at her in the eyes while she spoke. When she got up he scanned her over, immediately seeing her knee. "Are you sure? You're knee looks like it's bleeding a little." He asked, trying to sound concerned and not undermining. It might have worked, because the guilt he felt for scaring her probably bled through into his tone. He felt extremely awkward and intrusive with her standing up. "You - um don't have to stand if you -uh don't wanna." Ki fumbled over his words, feeling like a buffoon as he awkwardly stood there. She smiled politely but he could see the pain in her expression, tears included. Ki realized then that she'd probably left the oasis to be alone just as he had, and here he was being intrusive and awkward.
- She confirmed this by saying she wasn't expecting company, which by looking around he could see why. It was the middle of the night. "Sorry for bothering you.." Ki apologized in response, unsure what to say. He knew she was supposed to be polite, it was the Seroran way, but he wouldn't have blamed her if she simply ran him off. He wasn't exactly nice. He smiled, almost chuckling, at her next question, "I'm sorry, but shouldn't I be asking you that?" Ki said it lightly, or at least attempted a light tone, to try and change the mood from incredibly awkward to somewhat more casual. He hoped in trying to be light hearted he hadn't sounded condescending. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly. She was right with her last sentence, it was awkward but he felt like that was mostly his fault. By Alya he hadn't even introduced himself, for all she knew he could be some crazy vagabond! "Oh, no don't apologize, it's my fault for intruding," he paused and added, "besides I haven't even introduced myself," mostly saying it to himself as a reprimand but continued on. "I'm Kilorn, an Iron Hoof, and who have I inconvenienced today, hmm?" He joked at the end cracking a smile, he wasn't usually this smiley or friendly. But, he had intruded on someone else's alone moments and she was crying which he didn't handle well. His mother cried once his whole life time, and his grandmother always told him she was crying for Alya, so he had no idea how to deal with crying. It always made him feel obligated to lighten the mood or apologize profusely.
wc: 434 words
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