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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:21 pm
Having been brought his own horse, already tacked and the like, he pulled himself up, giving the zephmare a pat on the neck before letting his attention go to his father...wait a moment. Was he talking about what he thought he was? Tilting his head at his father and frowning somewhat as Malik confirmed what the boy had been thinking. "Wait...you want to...why would you just kill them in cold blood like that?" Rather confused look to a side of his father that was actually kinda new to be seeing. It was kinda freaky. Seemed a bit...harsh...
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:34 pm
Zykariel frowned as his friend came back out and he heard Malik's decree. Horse thieves. That was never a good thing though he didn't much like the tone of Malik's voice when he said that. Sure, horse thieves deserved to pay for their crimes but he didn't have to sound like he was excited about it. Clearly Malikhai wasn't. He merely went back to brushing Destyny and ignored them.
"Well then, that's settled. They are both grounded so to speak for a week. Maybe if they are forced to play inside together, they will learn to be a little nicer to each other." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and nodded, "Yes you do. That's what I'm here for. To share in the burden and the bitching and moaning that goes along with it." She just shook her head in regards to her eldest, he had his own way of dealing with such things. "Once he realizes what happened, I doubt you'll hear anything from him." Taking a breath and sighing. "Do you get to be the bad guy this time or do I?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:40 pm
"Hm, hopefully the age gap won't create too much of a problem." Shrugging lightly...then again him and his brothers were very spaced apart and they got along...though he really didn't want to think about that because that all ended badly. Back to present time in thought. "At least it gets things off the chest so to speak. Complaining can be rather relieving." Giving a shake of his head at that. "I hope you're right about him. But you get to be the bad guy. Before you protest I have a reason...I'm always a bad guy the Zykariel, you get to be the bad guy to the girls." Loved logic.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:59 pm
She frowned. That kind of logic sucked. "Oh fine, but you have to come and listen to the whining. We punish together if at all possible, remember?" Thus grasping his hand and pulling him up then heading downstairs and pulling the girls off to another room. Zahara delivered their punishment in clear, concise terms, detailing what they were allowed to do and what they were not allowed to do. And just as expected, whining began.
"But Mama that means I can't play with Laricalu! How come it has to be for a whole week? That's just not fair! And Faate can't go outside and play anyway so she's hardly even getting punished. If I'm grounded for a week then she has to be for two. Besides, if she'd been watching where she was falling, then she wouldn't have smacked into the crib and had to get stitches in the first place!" She had a playdate that week, one she'd been looking forward to for a long time and now she couldn't go. So unfair!
Faatallon on the other hand, merely listened to what her mother had to say and nodded. She didn't even roll her eyes as her sister went about explaining how it really wasn't fair and her attempts to cajole and wheedle her way out of the punishment. "Are we going home now?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:46 pm
Malik looked at his son.
"Because that is the way of the Tier'dal. These aren't kids, or teenagers, looking for a thrill by stealing horses. They aren't even homeless, desperate men trying to catcha horse for a food source or to barter for food and clothing."
starting on his way out.
"these are men who are looking to take these horses to sell for profit. they want the money so they can buy fancy weapons, or lavish homes. they want to drink fine wines and buy women. They are adults, and they are trying to steal the horses that your mother has breed and cared for. the horses that inspired the races your friend rides. to do that is an insult to our House. it is a slap in my face that they would even consider such an action on my lands.
waiting a moment outside the stall for his son.
"There are tests in life. this is one of them for those of us who are warriors. we have to be willing to defend our honor, and our homes from any type of assault. and that includes the homes of those we consider closest to us. Zahara and Sevilin have four children. these horses and Sevilin's work for me is how they feed, clothe, care for their household. these men are taking that from them. Each horse they take is food off Kelligrin's plate. it's clothes off the backs of Zykariel, Lyssie and Faate. these horses are half thier income, half thier money."
Starting at a trot toward the way Piper told him.
"and I know that you'd probably prefer to lock them away, chase them off. that may keep them for awhile. but then they'll target you, and Zykariel at the races. they'll strike at you at your parties. I will not have my son be a potential target of revenge for some sloven pig that faced an easier judgement than he might have. no. they will not get the chance...they will not make it past this night."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 12:33 pm
"Whining I'll listen to." Letting her then lead on and fetching thier two middle children from Piper, leaving her with the toddlers as they took to dealing with Lyssie and Faate. "No, you are both grounded for one week only when it comes to outside play and after school things. Any plans you did have are cancelled. Faate does more after school things than you and you play outside more than her, it's fair. And when someone is pushed, they can't watch where they're falling. If they could it would be called laying not falling. And do recall, she wouldn't of fallen if you wouldn't have pushed her." Turning a look to the elder girl. "And she wouldn't of pushed you if you watched your patience with those yonger than you," reprimanding them both, before turning a look to his wife at his daughter's question.
"I'm half tier'dal." As odd as it made him sound to others, he liked to be honest about him. He wasn't all tier'dal, and wasn't raised completely by thier ways, he kenw that much. He had regard for hsi mother when it came to such things. She was a surface elf, as he was half so and he learned her ways as he did his father's. But...he was coming to see that his father could pose a very very good argument, the boy listening as Kerick more or less happily followed his mother, not needing to be urged into such a thing.
It made sense...but it was still hard for him to fathom killing anything by his own hand. He could recall a moment when he was learning his bow and his aim was still off, and he had pegged a bat that was hanging from a tree branch rather than hit the target on the tree trunk...he'd been quite distraught and that was just an animal. Yet...how could he argue with his father with reasoning as sound as that. He had always learned that the House and those part of it were one of hte most important things in life and an insult to it could not go unpunished. Not to mention...it did affect his friend and that whole family just like his father spoke of. He couldn't let that happen, his pride wouldn't let him.
For a moment he fiddled with his reins as his horse easily trotted along. "I suppose." That was pretty much all he could say at the moment, still lost in thought about it....why did his dad have to make sense and why did the thought of raising a sword like that to someone not seem plausible in his head. He supposed he would find these things out...
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:27 pm
"No it's not Daddy! I wouldn't have pushed her if she had just given me the baby doll so it's all her fault. How come I have to be punished too?" She was horribly unhappy now that she knew she wasn't going to get to play with Laricalu. "We've been planning it for months and her mom finally said yes and Mama said I could go weeks ago and this isn't fair!" Crossing her arms and stomping her foot, she glared at them both.
Zahara rolled her eyes heavenward. "That was before you decided to shove your sister. Maybe next time you'll think about then when you don't get your own way and want to push and shove." She was not in the mood to deal with the fit Lyssie was throwing at all. Someone was probably going to end up in her room until she could be civil again. "Yes, I think we've taken enough of Piper's time. Where's your brother?"
"Stables, Malikhai said. He went out with Uncle Malik." Faate walked back into the sitting room and picked up her little brother, gently tugging the snake away. "That's not ours, that stays here." Handing it over to her Aunt, she gave her a smile. "Mama says we're leaving. Thank you for having us and I'm sorry we got blood all over your things. We didn't clean up the nursery either, Aunt Piper, but we can do that if you like before we leave."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 5:00 pm
Malik gave a small nod.
"Fair enough. I think you and I, as well...need another, more complete communion. I know I promised you that some time ago, but I think your ready to handle it now."
before spurring Ramoth to a gallop, covering land with fiery but graceful ease..until they slowed and Malik halted, overlooking the camp through the wooded area, letting his son come alongside him.
"Look at them."
They were around a bonfire, many of them eating and drinking and reveling. broken crates and barrels gathered around, and some of the markings seen in the firelight procliamed them something from Vesendar or Deepwater. probably trade supplies plundered from something. Some bruised and battered woman was being passed around, wearing little more than rags.
"No better than orcs. Now do you see what I mean? do they look like desperate men in need of food and shelter? do they look like the kind that a little time in a prison or a lashing would fix?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:05 am
How come it was always the youngest that complained? Maybe because the older ones had learned a time before that there was no use to argue when things had been decreed and to do so could potientially make things worse for you."Lyssthyren. Do not argue with us." Thusly waiting for the child to hush before taking her hand and pulling her along with them to gather up thier other two children.
Piper took the bone snake, long since used to these kids of things that Malik did...long time ago it would of freaked her out. But a nod at the girl. "Oh that's alright, I can have it cleaned up. The important thing was that you weren't severly hurt. I'm sure you have your own punishments to deal with and you don't need me to throw cleaning on top of it.
A look up from his reins in surprise at the new little piece of information. That was unexpected, very much so. Yeah dad had promised, but that wasn't supposed to happen for a few years yet. Apparently dad didn't want to wait those few years anymore. "You think so?" He had never understood why he wasn't ready before, but that was just how it was told to him...he'd had communion with his mother at least a dozen times by now.
But quiet after that, following along with his father through lands that were well known to him before he eased to a stop next to his father, looking down from thier vantage point in the trees at those below. It wasn't a very pretty sight...horribly disorganized and rowdy, not too many pleasantries to be found in common sense ways at least. His eyes came back to his father as he spoke. "No they don't and no it doesn't...." And yet...he still couldn't picture killing a man. "So...how...do we, you know...start..." Obviously he was uncomfortable with this but didn't have much else of a choice on things.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 12:24 pm
Malik nodded.
"It may help you better understand some things about me and my ways."
though a look around...giving a nod toward one in particular.
"that one sitting on the chest. we ride in, and cut down anyone within range, go for him first. the rest will scatter..and I'll deal with those. go through the center of the camp. if your horse stalls or rears, don't worry, just cut them down as they come at you. they won't have near your skill and talent."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 12:45 pm
Understand things hm? Well he supposed so, a few things were a little cloudy, but he had more or less just made hismself statified with the fact that you weren't always supposed to know everything that made your patents tick. Thouhg it would be quite the thing to know beyond the presentation what was it that got under his father's skin. He did know that he really didn't like cat like things too much for sure.
Another look at those in camp, his horse pawing the ground some in more anticipation than the boy was showing. Hm, wonder what mom would say about this all right now? Sometimes it was nice to have mom still make his decisions for him on things like this that made him uneasy. Well...mom wasn't around this time, he'd have to flounder through on his own. After all...he couldn't betray his father's confidence in him, that would be letting the older elf down.
Okay...he could do this. Kinda. Sorta. Hopefully. After all, it was just swinging a sword like he'd been doing since he was three. Looping his reins on his saddlehorn, he reaced to his hip and unsheathed his sword, making sure it was gripped well in his palm as he lifted his heals lightly in preparation to give kick to his horse. A draw in of breath and then letting it out, setting his eyes on whom his father told him too. "Okay, I'm ready..." Waiting a second more before kicking his heels back to give his own horse the signal to go at the zephmare's favorite pace of a neck break gallop.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:38 pm
Malvolence was drawn as well, adn the second his son rode into the thick of things, so did he. surprise was the first thing to grip them. then panic. then aggression from the sober ones. Humans and thier last stands. Malik's blade severed limbs, heads, cut through backs and stabbed through chests. Ramoth made use of her own armor and maimed and trampled on others. as far as these human thieves were concerned, Malik and his son were an act of god. War and Death riding down on them. and Malik left most to his son's blade, taking his time to do as he'd said and ride down those that were attempting to flee the younger elf.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:27 pm
It was a slow motion experience for him really, things happening around him and doing things himself that seemed surreal. Malikhai and turned this task into a duty, rather than an order from his father. He had made it into a necessary evil rather than the ambush and slaughter that it was, let silvery eyes glaze over to steel and went to get the job done. Though his blade made its connections with intended targets as was by his precision and training, he didn't put himself into that blade. It was hard to think about...these weren't dumb cattle for the slaughter to provide dinner tonight.
It hadn't taken long. Those who were too drunk or dazed hadn't a chance, those that did try to make a stand were no match for well trained lightining fast skills. He let himself out of his temporary duty oriented view of things when it had all gone quiet, his horse meandering through what was left of things, and he standing near the fire that cracked and popped as if nothing was wrong. Blood was splattered on his person, a streak of drops across his face but he hand't made motion to wipe it away. His blade, though black, he knew was drenched in blood as the firelight made it shimmer.
Malikhai though stood there, staring a moment as his eyes remained steeled. What was one supposed to feel with bodies around you that most weren't even in thier whole states and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Honestly he didn't know how he felt right now, merely lifting steel eyes to look around himself once more in silence. That was the right thing to do, right?
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:41 pm
Malik came back, Ramoth at a trot, and moved beside his son. he took his helm off, and dismounted, looking through the contents that had been stolen. Malik needed no word to his boy to let him know he approved of his actions, that he had done well in his father's eyes.
"Shoes from Vesendar. some tack. plenty of purses of coin and gems."
walking over to a longer crate that one had used as a bed, and stripped the sheets off of it, and his eyes grew hard. that burned mark was his own house. and it certainly wasn't stolen.
"Malikhai, come here."
A command. not a request. Malik splintered the covering and pried it open to show finely made spears. etchings done in broogs hand. this was not a band of thieves alone. they'd tried to steel the horses and the equipment to ride them, but they'd bought the spears.
Malik picked up one of the spears, and held it out to his son.
"In light of the fact they have tack and have shoes..adn were attempting to steal their horses, what does it say to you that someone in our House sold them spears that happen to be the weight and size of a calvary weapon?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 3:08 pm
He really wasn't paying attention that his father had come back, though he knew he had and strangely enough he knew he didn't need his father to tell him anything...after all, this didn't seem like a pat you on the back and congratualte you type thing. This was buiness to keep the House safe. He still wasn't settled with it, after all...he was fifteen and had just killed a few people. Did that make him thus a murder? Could you be a murderer if you were doing something as such with the best on intenions?
Too many thoughts in his head and he was duly snapped out of them by the tone of his father's voice beckoning him over and steel eyes melted into somewhat silver again. He turned on a boot heel, trotting over to peer at what his father had found. A blink at the spear he was presented with, easily knowing who made it and where it was from, he trained with one of those on occassion whether it be in his hands or his opponent.
"Tack, shoes and horses all imply they were going to mount up rather than do anything else with them, but spears of that particular make say they were looking to pick a fight. You use a speak in offense more than a tactic or object to keep another at bay in pure defense." Logic mode helped quell the feelings on the moment, "So then...if someone from our House is selling them weapons, it means they knew about this, because a crate that size isn't easily transportable." Raise of an eyebrow in that 'right?' gesture.
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