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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:21 am
-- AIM Rp between Azula and Kenna ((Kisoni & DFA))
It was walking. A lot of walking. Though it was far beneath her to grumble about it, Azula was in no way above being unhappy over the walk itself. Why should they have to leave the home they'd striven for? Why should they, the truest of the kin, have to give up their home in order to remain true?
She wasn't stupid, though-- the rebels had greater numbers, and the most logical tactic was retreat. For now, at least, for she doubted the leader was one to let an injustice such as this one pass... and Azula should know, as the leader was her own mother. Azachamorel took them out of their traditional home to a more secure one, true, but beyond that the True Firekin were still that--true to their traditions. That was the real difference between them and the infedels, the rebels with the poor taste to go against thier own blood.
She sighed softly and dropped to the side for a rest. It was allwoed for her to do so, as she had the strength to catch up on her own later on. Already she was taking on her ancestor's trait of size--large enough that only a full pack of hyena or wild dog might try and take her out, even alone... and because this was their land, there weren't many of those about, if any at all. Of course, it was times like this she wished she had a slave to snap at. As her sister's toy wasn't about, and her brothers not in paw's reach, Azula found herself without a thing to vent upon and that was frustrating indeed. In the end her problems just multiplied... but at least her paws got a rest.
Kenna, much like Azula, was not pleased. The walk itself was not what bothered her, really; she was used to being tested... to being driven, and trained to the limit. It was the reason behind the actual walk that frustrated her. It was obnoxious to have to leave her comfortable, known places in favour of new, strange ones, just because some mongrels had more numbers than they did.
The young female's lips pulled back in a silent snarl, however, her pace remain regal as she padded behind their leader. Her mother. It wasn't till she felt vaguely frustrated (and not entirely due to the notions in her head) that she noticed Azula had dropped a bit behind. Her sister's presence always called her, and not having her beside her body was somewhat distressing in ways Kenna could never hope to understand. She'd never been thought about feelings. Feelings were for the weak.
Glancing towards her mother, she motioned for her slave to pad on, and then turned around, walking to reach Azula's side. Kenna too was growings steadily; if anything, the older of the two sisters was actualy somewhat larger. Both were large, and both bore the features of royalty edged upon their features... sleek, deadly. Roses with thorns. However, Azula had inherited more beauty, while Kenna had doubtlessly inherited more strength. That was allright with her; convined there was no creatured alive that would ever hope to take them down in any sort of way, "You wallow," she told her sister, gazing down at her emotionlessly. Her eyes blinked once, twice, and her head tilted mildly towards one side in resemblance to curiosity before looking towards where the group padded on.Azula sniffed, affronted, and raised her nose slightly. "I never wallow." Closed eyes opened to mere, glowing green slits as her sight, too, tracked the group moving around them and then beyond. "Rather, I sit, for while hunting leads a hard trail, there is always a justifiable end. I do not consider this to be hunting, and I am in no rush to meet this end.""It looks like wallowing," she turned to look towards the lands they'd abandoned, darkness coming over her features; it was clear both sisters had been thinking about the same things. She was by then, rather used to Azula's unique... way of talking. Kenna was straight forward, blunt even, to the point of being callous. Azula was, in Kenna's mind anyhow, obnoxiously... something. THere wasn't a word in her vocabulary to descrive the way her sister talk. The larger of the two sisters had always felt that strength was a better, finer way to put a point across, "No, you sit because you are tired; no other reason," looking back again towards the lands, she sneered, "And you wallow because you're frustrated from having to leave.""You are confused, Kenna. One who wallows is one who does not know for what point they are sitting, or one who only rises when the need becomes dire. I merely choose to sit for sake of my paws, therefore I do not wallow." The response was snapped, for Azula was not in the mood to be insulted--and Kenna, whether she meant to be or not, was doing so rather deeply. Normally the girl wouldn't have allowed that to show for any reason, but her distress at leaving her home, buried as it was under a mountain of denial and stubborn pride, left her feeling scalded and raw to begin with. It didn't take much for her self control to snap. "Traitors and mongrels remain in our wake."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:23 am
"Actually," came the languid response, for aparently, it didn't seem to matter to Kenna if she insulted her sister or not, at that particular moment, "Those that wallow are those that think too deeply on things. Wondering if they could, or could not have changed a series of events. Made things turn out diferently," her brows furrowed, then with a sneer, she lifted her head, her lips pulling back to show a small snarl, "Do not give me lessons, Azula. Feel free to try to give lessons to any other, but not me. Feel free to try to mock others with words... but not me," oh, she knew that was not the intention, and she also knew her sister was smarter than her in many a way... one could not recieve all gifts in life after all.
Turning to glance at the land behind her, she wrinkled her nose, "They aren't worthy of being called Traitors. They are nothing. Nothing at all..." she'd make sure of that.
Azula sniffed. She was a haughty thing, and had been since she was born... and Kenna knew that. As much as the sisters loved one another, they fought as well--for dominance among other things. Azula had never been one to want a leadership position, but she did like the respect that seemed to come with such things. For that reason, she and kenna clashed as much as they got along. And today would be one of those days, it seemed.
If anyone was being rude or mocking, it was Kenna, Azula thought. Her eyes closed again, and some of her fur stood on end. The girl shifted suddenly to press it back down with her tongue. Following this she surged to her feet and began to pad along towards the group that had been leaving them behind. "Perhaps if I am mocking, oh dear sister, then one should not bother to speak to so low a jester as I."
Both girls did indeed love eachother, but alas, for all their love, they were diferent. Polar oposites in ways and thoughts at times. It showed many-a times, however, the princess was sure that the only one able to rile her sister up to such extents was Kenna herself. She would practicaly silently dare anyone to try to in her steed... that person would not only meet the wrong end of Azula's claws, but also Kenna's, for she'd never let anyone near her sister that way.
She watched with detatched emotion as Azula stood, bristled and then turned to leave. Amusingly enough, Kenna had to refrain the need to roll her eyes, "Perhaps I should, however, the others ar enot engaging in interesting conversation. I will therefor, be stuck with you for a while longer," that wasn't, in fact, what she wanted to tell her; she'd wanted to give her hope, tell her that they'd get their lands back... that they had to let go only for a little while. But of course, Kenna was Kenna, and words didn't come that easily.
Even if she had, Azula wouldn't have believed her. Such was a false hope, for many season to come at least, and not one that the other girl would have clung easily to. In fact, it was best for Kenna that she hadn't found the words to say that... and indeed, words were Azula'd department. There was a slight snort of indecent laughter, and Azula turned to look at her with something approaching a good, if sarcastic, humor. "'Interesting' conversation indeed, sister. If the others are having none, it would be of a great amusement to find what the have in its stead."
A snort followed Azula's few words; indeed, Kenna had never been good with words. What use were they when actions meant so much more? Why tell someone off when one could slap them and leave bleeding trails down their face to show displeasure? Words were empty of meaning to the older of the two sisters, "You don't want to know," she drawled; Kenna had been listening to the bitter talking, the what ifs... the could have, and could have nots as they'd padded on after their mother. She found them not to be tastefull in the least; they were leaving, but not due to being cowards. There was no guilt involved, but survival. Leave to fight another day.... leave to win another day.
She was no idiot; she knew when they were outnumbered, when it was no longer wise to remain within the rebel land. That didn't mean it still wasn't theirs, "It's ours."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:24 am
"Yet our paws still move," Azula replied casually. Her tail flicked to slap against her sister's side. One moment ready to bleed one another dry, the next best friends having a conversation--sisters were odd things, no matter how beloved. "The wise know when to move on, however, and I doubt not our mother's wisdom."
"They do; for a reason," she drawled as they padded on, "I think that even if we leave, it's still ours," then again, things were simpler in her world than in Azula's. Kenna's way of thinking was straight forward. Her own tail twitched, coming to wrap casulay around azula's for a moment, though brief; Kenna disliked contact and Azula disliked her pelt being messed up. The brief contact was a reasuarance though, "I doubt the wisdom of others, but not mother," their mother and father were icons for her after all.
Azula agreed with that and so she said nothing at all, as Kenna would have had it. It was strange when their worlds did manage to collide, albiet for different reasons. Instead she turned the topic, as they were still far enough away from the rest of the group that their conversation, even if heard, would be overlooked. "That toy of yours has yet to prove himself worth anything."
Another snort from Kenna, however, this betrayed the fact she was vaguely amused, "I am in no rush just yet..." she told her sister, opening her mouth into a yawn, her fangs showing briefly, "There is time still," she wasn't all that concerned that someone would overhear them. After all, they were young, and not worth much of the few adults' attention; they were the current leader's children, however, at the end of the day, they were merely children.
"I suppose." Then, in a sudden flash of childishness that she'd rarely been allowed to have, Azula turned to her sister and became subordinate for a moment, "Does this make us princesses?"
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:25 am
A pause from the other girl, her paw twitching before she padded on; the question was enough it's made her alter her pace, "Huh," she said suddenly, then arched a brow at her sister, a smirk drawing upon her maw, "I suppose this does," the smirk grew till it became oddly sinister.
"well good," Azula replied in a droll, yet somehow smug, manner. A similar smirk appeared on her own face as she raised her chin a little higher and pranced at her sister's side. "good. I was becoming rather tired of having to prove to people that i am one."
A dry cuckle greeted Azula's words, however, Kenna remain silent because she agreed. Besides, words were meaningless, weren't they? So thus, she too lifted her head and padded with more grace than one could have thought posible for such a dry, emotionless female, "It's only a title; we were born princesses."
That was precicely what Azula had just said, of course, but Azula surpressed her annoyance. Kenna wasn't one for words, and thus she wouldn't have picked up on it. Or else she felt like reitorating the point. Instead she just smiled. Another pair might have made some sort of touch or expression of affection come between them, but Azula knew better. Beyond grooming, Kenna preferred not to be touched... and that was fine. Instead she drifted into companionable silence.
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