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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 5, 2018 11:32:28 GMT -6
Secrets To Share
 Daminaus & Ming Time: After Chapter 6
Setting: After being mugged by the Vindicators, the ones they had captured now rest with them in the bunker and must adapt to their new life here currently. The weather is overcast, a faint chill in the air, but all seems to be easy on this dreary day |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 5, 2018 11:39:02 GMT -6
Ming
Caught in the misfire
Adapt, it was something she was born o do, adapt quickly to change, make the best of the situation, yet this one was nearly as bad as the other one. Once more her life had been threatened, but not as gravely as it had been for her dear friend Ammy. Tears threatend to spill, but she shook her head. No, she was not going to allow herself to cry any more, the first day here, she wept, gods she wept. It was pitiful, but she had to mourn how they lost so much once more.
Eyes glanced to the ugly wound on her shoulder, the stitches holding it together so perhaps it would heal decently. A fine reminder, that this world had a lot more to take then give. Still she reminded herself to count all the things she still had, like her life, her friends, not all was completely lost.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she moved out of her cot and outside into the open, a faint shiver running down her spine at the brisk morning. Ming looked around a bit, seeing others walk around with ease, she felt herself go nervous. Lip tucked between her teeth, she nibbled on it. Where was she to go? What was allowed? Where was everything? She had remained in her little cot area to heal and gather herself together and now? Well it was clear she thought with a sigh, she was utterly lost within a new world out here in the wilds.
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Post by Rhaenera on Sept 20, 2018 1:20:26 GMT -6
Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
We're trying to change the world.
Damianus took a deep breath, a lung full of the fresh, crisp air he'd come to love in comparison to the heat of Aodh he faintly remembered. A smile to the sky full of delight, a mind at ease, content.
It was a great time to be alive. A great time for the Vindicators. Ignacio had smiled on them these last few months, Damianus was sure He'd finally understood what He had to allow for their success, for the Liberation of his children- Citizen, Slave, and Wyvern alike. It was enough for him when they were given the King, he was ecstatic. The Boy King that was supposed to be dead, Amadeus, the flower child of the Beloved Solaris. Then they returned home to the successful purge of the dark district, and a Wyvern. His mind swam with the potential of everything they'd gained, it was limitless.
He kept the smile as glanced over the small camp, it wasn't often so many of the vindicators gathered on the surface around the bunker but times were different now. Some were faces he recognized, his Brothers and Sisters of the Vindicators, others were Rescued Slaves they didn't currently have space for or were still a bit weary about trecking into the Dark and Damp place; He didn't blame them. What got his attention was the Speckled Unicorn freshly stepped out of her personal area.
Damianus remembered finding out she was a slave rather than a regular Aodhian, knowing he chuckled at the Knife that sank into her shoulder troubled him and Ignacio had probably received a dozen apologies for the mislead behavior. He hadn't expected to see her out so soon- or really at all given the circumstances. The least he could do is make up for it best he could. So, he approached her with a genuine smile and called out to her, his tone friendly and a little boisterous. "Ming, or Frannie, Was it?"
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