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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 14, 2017 14:18:38 GMT -6
A roleplay between Sauron and Ila
Sauron snorted as he waited along the outskirts of the large town. It wasn't as if he really wanted to go here. In all honesty he wanted to come dwell back within his cave, that was home, it was the only place at the moment that he had felt safe. From his white savior saving him from a death within the sands. His cave was his alone. Still he stood out here told he would need to be shown the city, to get a better understanding of the herd, but Sauron knew already too much of them. Their eyes, they way he first saw some they lashed out. Ishmael was nothing of that sort, still strange and odd, Sauron grew to welcome the oddity that came along with the white one.
Still he stood here, impatiently, he had already scared away one tour guide, they called themselves. No truly the creature was too curious about himself and it seemed the pesky Pegasus merely wanted all the latest gossip from him. Sauron had no shame in chasing him off demanding to be left alone away from their eyes. Gods how their eyes followed him like he was some sort of disease. He was prideful to the point he truly couldn't understand why. He was a kirin he was different and yet this herd was supposed to be the most welcoming. He had not felt an inch of it.
So there he was, looking more and more bitter as the time drew on. His long tail thrashing like an angry cat, and his lips turned up in a sneer. Any that dared looked at him quickly looked elsewhere and made their way into the town.
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Post by fallenraen on Aug 14, 2017 15:21:35 GMT -6
Ila
She was nervous, more nervous than she felt as if she had been in a long time. It was not every day that she of all people was requested to tour a stranger around the city of Osulas let alone a kirin, one of Ignacio’s very own. It was not their differing species, however, that made the girl so anxious. No, not that at all. It was their attitude that she was wary of, afraid to say or do the wrong thing and have them snap or yell at her. The last tour guide they’d had had, as she’d been told, been chased off. They’d picked her in hopes her more… calming and sociable nature could balance them out.
She prayed to the gods that they were right. She didn’t need a pair of antlers in her side. She’d puffed out a breath of air standing in her living room that morning before she’d called for her brother to have a good day, escaping out the door to avoid another tease from her twin that day for getting so fussed over a boy. He had known very well that, regardless of their gender, Ila had worked herself up for a more serious reason. The kirin were… unimaginable, almost if she had not seen them for her own eyes.
They had been myths, legends all of their life. For them to suddenly appear, erupt into the existence of their lives and in their very own home of the desert? Ila was awestruck, but also afraid. Such equine held ancient knowledge as well as a seeming distaste for others of feathers, fins, horns, or none of the above. She’d never really been faced with such xenophobic individuals before and, while the kirin were beautiful and often captured her gaze when the few outside the herd passed by on the streets, she was also nervous to be in their presence, worried to feel their hatred. How would this day go?
She wondered that numerous times over as she had made her way through town, her feathers slightly ruffled as thought after thought unsettled her. Maybe she should have held back on eating breakfast that day, she reflected. She felt as if she was going to get sick. No, she told herself firmly with a shake of her head to focus herself, this is going to be a breeze, right? All you’re doing is just… showing the nice gentleman around town to get more acquainted with it. If he’s even a gentleman. I don’t think his last guide would agree. Why had she? Oh, Alya. She sighed, looking to the sky she trotted beneath to her destination.
Please help me make this day okay. I believe I should make a good impression, should I not? If they’re to be part of this herd, they should know their way around as well as the people they will be beside… But would they want to know her? Her green gaze leveled as she approached the place she had been told to meet them, the outskirts of town, pace slowing as she easily spotted them among the others that passed them by. Glittering scales in the sun, antlers that reach up towards the sky. They did not looked pleased.
It couldn’t be too bad, could it? Ila sent one last prayer up to the gods before she straightened up and adjusted her wings so they clung to her sides as she stepped closer. Here goes nothing. “Hello,” she began, offering them a smile she hoped passed for kind, “I take it you must be Sauron? I’m Ila,” she introduced herself, coming to a stop and bowing her head respectfully towards them. First, proper introductions. Then, they could begin their tour as long as he didn’t send her away in the fashion he had his last guide. She peeked up under her eyelashes towards him, heart skipping nervously.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 14, 2017 15:43:57 GMT -6
Sauron
His mood dampers all the more, he was warned his anger would get the best of him, but it was something he could hold onto, it was something he knew that would stay unlike everything else. He had fought for dominance over his mind, and he had won, now that voice lingers ever so gently in the back of his mind. The only thing he could do was hope that soon that voice would no longer speak, and all that would be left would truly be himself. Still that voice it brought him comfort but it was always fleeting, the anger never was. Still the voice whispered in his mind. "Settle, settle."
Chest rose deeply before exhaling outwards, something he was taught to do when he felt his anger boil over. Sauron still needed to mind his manners here, he was still an outsider. For some outlandish reason, he had to earn his keep, he was not one of them yet, but he wondered did he truly want to be? His thoughts were interrupted as someone spoke to him. Eyes wide and open as his head whipped over to see who dared to speak to him. A frown easily seen on his face, with a scowl to match on his lips. Clearly he was interrupted from his thoughts and it was not a welcoming embrace he offered the mare before her. Taking in the sight of her, his scowl deepened, so his guide would be a winged one. Filth. He would almost spit on the ground before her.
Fires hell to it all, he thought bitterly, but he was warned. He was told to not make this one go through what he had done to the other, but that mere though made his scowl lessen and seem a bit more approachable. Though this mare was quick with her respect and it seemed to lessen his foul mood even more. Truly he deserved such respect, not like others that allow their eyes to roam over his body like a fresh fruit ripe for the picking. "I am Sauron." he remarked merely nodding to her, his voice cool and sharp like winters winds.
"Lets be done with this." he remarked sharply as he took a step forward. Each step, he demanded respect with his movements he still was too proud for reasons he still was so unsure of. He doesn't understand himself, maybe that was all for his anger. His mind a jumbled mess, not even a Mullah could understand. To hellsfire with all the healing, he didnt need to hear it from a Mullah that he was of something else, everyone could tell him that with ease. "Well?" he looked over at Ila, a frown growing on his face. He wanted to be in and out of this city as soon as possible.
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Post by fallenraen on Aug 14, 2017 22:31:26 GMT -6
Ila
Wide eyes took her in, different colors with slits for pupils. Ila felt a chill down her back, her head still dipped in respect, as a mix of emotions tumbled uneasily in her chest. She was still anxious, wary of the equine in front of her with a known temper, at the same time she was wonderstruck. Before her was an ancient soul, brought back for reasons unknown to her or anyone in her herd. Why had Ignacio breathed life back into his children? What purpose did they serve or were they like everyone else, trying to find their own reason for living, being in such a life? Her questions were never spoken, her head lifted as they confirmed who they were.
Was their cold nature an act, a shield? An ear twitched to the side before she smiled again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sauron,” she continued, blinking when he then said with a sharpness to his words that they should be done with “this”. Uncertainty gathered her thoughts. Why had she agreed to guiding such a sour horse? Because it was what anyone should do, she reminded herself, watching him step forward and walk past her, it’s what I would want someone else to do for me if I’d been new to the city and a changed world.
Her lips, pressed into a thin, thoughtful line, became another smile at his inquiring of “Well?”. “Well, I suppose we should begin with this area,” she told the impatient man, her tail flicking beneath her additional tail feathers as she trotted next to and then past him. “I’m sure you were told that these were the outskirts to meet me by, not much being here besides mostly housing and probably a couple other “buildings” if they could be called that considering the wall. A bar, some little shops, places like that.” She shrugged, keeping her wings close to her as she moved along.
“Have you been to the city much?” she asked him, gaze cast back to him. She, honestly, didn’t know much of him aside from what she’d been told from others. She didn’t know much of any of the kirins aside from the occasional glimpse of them, shimmering in the sunlight. She, fearful of seeming like too much of an admirer of their beauty and the surprise to them being alive, kept up the facade of being proper and polite. She wanted to act as if they were any normal equine, a member of the herd they all lived outside of. She wondered if that was what they wanted too, a question in her eyes that went unasked.
Beneath their glimmering scales, who were they all? Lost horses attempting to find their way back home or make a new one? Who was Sauron? As angry as others claimed him to be, or was there something more behind those eyes she looked away from, focusing ahead of them. Did he have any worries? Fears? She doubted she’d ever be one to find out, but she hoped in that moment he had someone he could speak to and that he was comfortable with. He, obviously, wouldn’t be around her if he had any walls around him she refused to poke too curiously at unless she wanted to be like the last guide. Her feathers subconsciously ruffled up as if caught by the breeze that toyed with her hair left down.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 1, 2017 18:02:55 GMT -6
Sauron
Perhaps it was wrong in such a moment to take advantage the mare leading forwards to get a good look at her. Eyeing her wings with distaste for much reason he was unsure, but he hated the feathered ones, and he wondered how many feathers were there, how to pluck them out one by one. No, he thought bad do not be this way, he shook his head, nostrils flaring and her voice broke through his sudden madness and he eyed her a bit wildly. "A fine place to start." he remarked almost bitterly, he looked like a bull ready to charge, his muscles tensed as he tried to calm the anger coursing through his veins.
Still her words tried to break through and he allowed them to enter his minds, and not to turn to the blind rage he felt towards them all. He was ripped up from his own home within the cave, separated at first by the one that saved him. No, not now. A voice whispered to him. It was not the time not here. He could be angry alone, when he would strike a tree until his face and legs would bleed. He merely nodded along to her, though when she asked him a question he found himself pausing for a second. The city, oh yes he had heard of others speak of this place but to actually be in there? No. Why would he? He could hardly stand the stares of others within the traveling herd, what would make a city of them be any better? He took in a shaky breath, before his mind seemed to split for a second, his body was tense, but he seemed like a solider standing there. " No I haven't." he cast a glance away from her as he continued on. " I was advised to stay away from the city. It seems who I am, and the ill omens I may bring does not abide well with those here." he spoke coldly, but he words lashed out like a sword deadly and precise. He looked to her, his eyes narrowing as he stood himself tall and lowered his gaze to her. As if a solider he was eyes those below hi,. His eyes judgmental, and his facial expression had that of why he was wasting his time with such things. " But I suppose it is safe enough for me." Words cold as before as he looked to her clearly awaiting for her to lead more into the city. He felt the eyes others others on his form and he cared little for it. Let them stare, he thought. let them see what I am and what I bring, he mused to himself. A faint smirk grew on his face along her a chance to see those sharp teeth within his mouth. Oh yes, if any wanted to try his patience he would leave them a bloody mess he thought as he walked forwards with ease. Each hoof step with a sense of purpose he seemed to embody that of a perfect solider. Post 3
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Post by fallenraen on Oct 1, 2017 22:18:08 GMT -6
Ila
She felt a prickle at the back of her neck, running along her spine as she felt his gaze on her. Was something wrong? Was anything out of place? Her mind, before reason, worried. Maybe she hadn’t cleaned her feathers properly enough - What if she had something in her hair? No, none of those could be it. A side glance stolen to him confirmed that it was neither of those. What was going on through his head? She couldn’t help but wonder, her wings shifting awkwardly under the gaze until it had broken away and he’d shaken his head.
Truth be told, he was making her a bit nervous. Was he okay? She opened her mouth to ask, though had instead shut it when he remarked bitterly that the beginning of the city was a fine place to start. Was he always so sarcastic? She did wonder, but of course she didn’t ask for worry of stepping on his hooves (figuratively) and igniting his temper (literally). Her ears flicked back for a moment before they eventually turned back forward, the girl attempting to offer him a bright smile. “That’s alright, Sauron. Everyone is new the first time they come to town, obviously,” she told him, hoping that relating others to him would make him feel less of an outsider. Being a newcomer was never the easiest.
She had once been too. The steady life of the city had been different than moving, living beyond it. She didn’t mention herself as his words caught her by surprise, leaving her to blink at him before she shook her own head. “An ill omen? I have to admit that I am not sure what my brothers and sisters may think of you, our herd, but I do not find you of bad fortune. You belong here just as much as the rest of us do, Sauron, unless you choose not to. No one can tell you where you belong or don’t - and you and the rest of those like you don’t seem so bad.” Minus his temper she’d been warned of, yet that could be worked with.
She did not find him “bad” at all. Maybe lost, confused, and angry, but not bad. “The opinions of others shouldn’t matter much to you,” she continued on, gazing up at him when he towered over her. She blinked, but it was not in fear as much as it was calmly. Did he understand what she was trying to say? She was attempting to reach out to him, if she could, with her words. Whether they settled him or not, she wasn’t sure as he stepped to continue on and she fell back by his side to walk. What had been with his smile? What had he been thinking?
She mulled over the thoughts in her head as she led him, caught on one thing he had said: it was safe enough for him. “Are you afraid of the city? Our people? I don’t mean to insult you by asking this,” she added, glancing over to him, “I’m just… curious what you meant that it was safe for you. No one would harm you here if that’s what you worry of… I certainly won’t. You’re safe.” And if he didn’t believe so, if anything happened, she’d make sure he would be. He was under her charge as she guided him through the streets, past those that paused and stared. She would make sure nothing happened to him.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 3, 2017 9:50:33 GMT -6
Sauron
Ever watchful he was as he walked along next to this mare Ila, and he couldnt help, but snort and her remarks. "Did you know when I was first found my..." he paused trying to find the right word. "My protector begged for others not to kill me. How others got forwards and demanded to know why I was hidden, but their mere words and existence was the reason I hid?" he was snarling now, lips curled forward showing off some of those sharp pearly whites. "You think in the presence of a few, I would be so welcomed in a city of many?" He stopped and looked at her his eyes narrowing. "You truly think I can belong here be welcomed, apart of this sand licking family?" he sneered with distaste. How disgusting, how naive was she truly. The winged ones clearly had feather for brains.
"Your optimistic views on life is nothing but turning a blind eye to the reality of the ways here, or anywhere. I was lost in the desert a single soul cared for me protected me from those that wish to cause me harm. Hmpf a warm welcome to the sand ones that I have heard as so welcome to most things." he shook his head and started to move forwards with or without her. His tail whipping from side to side much like an angry cat.
How dare she make him open up like that, how dare she be able to rip open his heart and snake out his words as if he tried his best to remain under lock and key. Yet she persisted something Sauron would almost admire if he was not already fuming over things. "The opinions of others do not bother me, its their actions and if their words speak so gravely of me, I can only imagine what actions they would take to be rid of such a thing that disrupts your normal routine of life." he snapped out at her. She was drawing a fine line with him. She was picking to much like the damn birds to a cactus, that constant pecking and picking for gods know what.
Still she carried on, but he had enough. "I fear not your people or your lands, I fear their actions and what they will do to me. Clearly from my earlier words you must know. I was not welcomed warmly, and I can only imagine what fate will have in store for myself. I can feel the gaze of others, their whispers. I know when one disrupts something enough like a damn to a stream, either they adapt, or the destroy the dam. I feel as if you herd will not all their way of life to be altered much by my appearance." he shook his head, His words dark and ill. Sauron knew life here may not be for him, but he had one companion so far in his life, his white savior that allowed him to live and to learn what had come of everything. Sauron knew next to nothing, another voice in his mind slowly vanishing. Something his white one had mentioend of perhaps a way for the mind to protect itself. Odd. Sauron looked to her and snorted his face upheld in scowl. "Have you asked enough question about me? or perhaps for once I can learn something of this damnable city." words harsh and violent.
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Post by fallenraen on Oct 4, 2017 17:22:56 GMT -6
Ila
Others had been going to kill him? Genuine surprise fluttered over the mare’s face before a frown followed its path, truly sorry for the kirin beside her. “I apologize… I did not know that at all. While we’re, admittedly, one of the more accepting of herds… We are still afraid of the unknown,” she admitted to him, looking ahead as they walked and she weighed her words on her tongue. “We protect what is ours, and to have you and your kind return… It did scare of us, that I do know,” she told him, casting a glance back over to him. “But I don’t believe you’re in danger, not anymore, Sauron. You’re one of us - or you’re trying to become one of us.”
She gestured briefly around them, stretching out a wing to sweep out. “Coming here? To our city? Learning of it, our ways?” She folded her wing again, looking back up at him and offering him a small smile. “I am not turning a blind eye nor am I being blindly optimistic, Sauron. I am simply stating what is: you’re one of us. Our people will come to accept you and those that don’t do not matter. I wouldn’t worry of what they’ll do. We protect what is ours,” she reminded him gently. “If you’re one of us, then no doubt others will step up to stop those that wish to do you harm or offer you harsh words. You don’t deserve to be treated unkindly when it’s not your fault you’re here. The gods…” she trailed off, her ears twitching in thought.
“They work in mysterious ways,” she decided at last, nodding to her words. “We don’t know why your god of fire decided you and those like you should return, especially now, but he no doubt had his reasons. Your people are our people, and we are yours.” They were a family. Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. Cousins, uncles, and aunts. They had to be there for another. They were all they had in such a vast world.
They, Sauron and Ila both, had stopped and continued on with their walk. She’d listened to every word with a mother’s patience, offering her own opinion only when he had finished. When he asked if she was finished, if he could learn something of the city he cursed, she laughed. She couldn’t help it, his attitude striking her as something funny. “I’m sorry,” she giggled out, shaking her head. “Of course you can learn. I just… got caught up is all. Come on,” she said to him, nodding and trotting ahead after fixing her wings and how they settled against her side. “In our city, there’s many things to see. The canyon walls splashed in color,” she explained to him, gesturing over and then to above them with her wings to speak with as if her own hooves were not enough.
“There are temples, shrines, to pray. Libraries to study in and find peace. I can show you sometime a tea shop if you’d like? Or a cafe if coffee suits your taste better,” she offered, shrugging her shoulders. “I won’t judge you there for the opinion you’re allowed to have or anywhere for that matter.” What else was there? They passed by stores she pointed out, telling him of their brief histories and moving on when she assumed he lost interest. There was much to see, a lot to show him. While she’d been wary of his temper before, Ila had easily gotten over it. He wasn’t so bad, was he?
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