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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:47 am
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Senga twisted around in his perch; a gnarled old branch hanging out above the small lot of the reserve that War had seemingly overrun with the remainder of their clan-members. It wasn't strictly-speaking the best place to sleep, and the executioners bones protested his thousandth position with sharp, jabbing pain. Sighing, Senga propped himself up on his elbows, wings unfurling and stretching out into the night. Rest came in short, irregular intervals, and the young clansmember was quickly growing used to the idea of little downtime and lots of hours spent milling around without a sane thought in his head. The voices had all shut up for the moment at least. Maybe.
Kicking himself backwards and into the night sky, Senga drifted, observing the reserve from the air until his wings ached enough for him to land. Dropping to the ground heavily, Senga huffed and nearly barreled his way into a hastily improvised hiding spot when a few Conquest horsemen rounded the corner and wandered by, speaking in grandiloquent tones and hushed tongues. How did he keep ending up so close to this clan?
Closing his eyes, the young executioner listened to the sound of them trailing away before cautiously stepping back out of the shadows. Maybe now he'd get some quiet. The horseman turned around and sighed, shoulders drooping. Probably not. Testing his wings, Senga held back a flinch when they ached sorely and seemed to negate any hopes of flying swiftly back to the part of the reserve where War was set up. Looked like he was stuck around the Conquest area for a while longer.
How fun.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:39 pm
The twilight of the sky had turned to the shadows of night, an unfitting time for a noble horsewoman to be out alone. That would have been the rules had they been back home, she should have had an escort, she would be asleep, resting before attending to her work. Now? Now she spent the nights depressed and worried. There was so little left, so much lost, she still was struggling to grasp it. She was still trying to comprehend how it had happened.
The crack of leaves and branches under her feet had Lan frowning. She missed the lotus blossoms, the incense and woody smells from her home. Here it was wild wood, earth and rot. Lan missed the comforting memories of her people. What she didn't miss however, was the need to keep up her appearances, even with her family. She enjoyed speaking to others in her clan but the change in how often she saw them was nice. It gave her time to herself.
Time she wasn't sure how to use, but time she was enjoying. After leaving the group, she lingered behind, taking a moment to just enjoy the silence. As she resumed to the path home however, she stopped, wings far to large for a minipet casting a shadow in the moonlight. "Is there something I can help you with?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 4:19 am
Senga hadn't meant to run into anyone, which might have explained why Lan's voice took a few moments to respond to, the young executioner having twisted around on his feet, blinking owlishly at her from within the dark. Nighttime surrounded them in full, and though Senga did not doubt that all of the Conquest members could handle their own, he had imagined they had strict - ah - rules they played by. Some of which he thought would have dictated against roaming the shadows during the night like a common predator. Or prey.
Straightening, Senga kept to the shadows, molten gold eyes watching Lan with a veiled look beneath white fur. Humming quietly, he stretched his wings and gave a tentative few flaps. "No." He said quietly, "I was just out for a flight, but my wings are tired from the day, so I am resting." It was a short and simple explanation, and Senga lingered in the silence a few moments more before cautiously stepping closer to Lan, the skulls rattling hollowly together and against his skin.
He pointed a wingtip at Lan after a few moments more, his arms wrapped loosely around his body, and the markings of grey so unlike scars. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 5:18 am
The ears threw her for a loop, as did the tail, but when light was cast she understood. A pelt of fur, the horseman had the wings and looks of a war clansman. A.. She paused as she saw his face. Scars and..something else. Grey. She felt like she'd seen it before but... She wasn't sure where. Rumors about her cousin, the heir floated in the back of her mind. It wasn't the same. He didn't have grey skin as far as she knew but... grey skin. Grey like the Phoenix that had destroyed their homes. Her own gold eyes glanced him over. "That explains it, though, being in the area designated for Conquest wasn't a bright choice. We like our.." She looked to the path the others had taken. "Privacy. I'll walk with you, say I asked to speak with you about-" She looked at the bones. "The remains of a creature I found near the edge of our camp." A crack of leaves under her feet and she bowed as she neared him. "Lan, a pleasure."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 3:22 pm
Senga's wings fluttered slightly at her words, showing more restlessness than the rest of his body ever would. Considering the proposal for a long moment, the young executioner rumbled quietly and finally bowed his own head in return. He did not much care for the customs of Conquest, but he would not be rude. Folding tawny wings close to his body, Senga continued to watch the other with a sharp golden eye, running a finger over the feathers and smoothing them back into place. "Yes. A very strange concept to us of War." He murmured quietly. Privacy was something that most of his own clan found useless; while protective over trophies and kills, things that boosted pride and skill, seldom were things kept secret, and many doors were open to visitors if one ever wished to come and stay a while.
His eyes followed Lan's and he blinked. "That sounds fair." He said quietly, "I will let you lead the way then." After all, it wasn't as though he wanted to go running into more members of the horsewoman's clan. Their flowing robes and secretive culture was far beyond his comfort zone, and rather difficult to follow as well.
"Senga." The name was returned quietly, and the young executioner glanced out at the night, waiting quietly for Lan to lead them away.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 3:24 am
Lan smiled as he shifted, wings alighting her curiosity. While she was not fond of War, she envied their wings. The vibrant patterns or colors. The way they could ever so slightly be shifted to show an unspoken language. If she wanted to be honest with herself, she was fascinated by them. She wanted to understand them and figure out how they were used in ways for more than just flight. Those questions however, were likely to never pass her lips. Nodding, Lan walked along the path, pausing only to glance at him. A small crossroads stood just a few feet away one leading to the outer edges of the camp, the other right into the heart of conquest. Lan chose the path less traveled in this case. "Tell me Senga, do you... fly over the camp often or-" she waved a hand flippantly, "-where the wind takes you? I'm sorry the saying makes very little sense to me but it means you go where you please yes?"
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 3:33 am
Senga glanced at the crossroads with a vague interest as he trailed alongside Lan. Flight was usually his mode of transport, and he wondered briefly how irritating it would be to navigate from the ground instead. Subconsciously, he drew a wingtip upwards, fanning his face in mimicry of the other Conquest noble he'd met not so long ago. The night was young and without any real chill in the air, and yet still Senga found it difficult to sleep. Though a part of him knew it wasn't the weather keeping that away.
Glancing at Lan again when she began to speak, Senga tilted his head, considering the words. "Yes. I... suppose." He frowned, stretching the wing furthest from the noble and staring at the tawny feathers for a long moment. "The reserve is easier to travel through from air. Less traffic." Pulling a hand through his hair, Senga listened to the sound of skulls rattling before looking over at Lan, an inquisitive glance barely contained. "I go where I want to; it's habit. The War Isle had no boundaries, really, as long as one could make it there on their own."
Shaking his head out of the thoughts, the young executioner folded his arms. "Do you often travel outside of this part of the reserve? I haven't seen many Conquest members... around." Senga frowned. The Conquest members seemed more reserved than the other clans apart from Death, and the youth couldn't easily squander his interest, no matter how blunt it might became.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 6:22 pm
In Lan's opinion, being carried like a bride was the irritating mode of transport. Flattering, but rather off putting when it was not needed. It was more.. flustering. The memory of her fiance made her pause if briefly to choke back her feelings. "I.. ah I imagine so. Only a few death and famine clansmen to really worry about when it comes to the skies... or a few minipets, but then they tend to be easy enough to deal with." Minipets obeyed, and if not... they were easy to dispose of. No reason to keep that which didn't listen. As Senga talked about the war isle, Lan felt that pang of loss. Fresh, it was all still fresh. "That... must have been nice. Much different than it is now. All... confined. And rough. Conquest was... refined. Our temples, pavilions, homes... all of it was made to show our superiority." She looked back at him blushing, "No offense it was.. just who we were. now it feels like... we have been thrust below the rest. It feels almost shameful." A small confession. "It rather is."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 1:47 am
Senga listened to the Conquest nobles words carefully, threading his fingers quietly through the feathers of his wing. It was a difficult subject to breach, with many of the horsemen still recovering from the sudden loss. His own clan-members were strong though, and mourning was done in private or not at all. Senga shook his head at the thought. What mourning have you done? A voice rumbled quietly to him. It wasn't a question that he could answer honestly anymore.
"Yes. The skies are easy to maneuver, as long as you know the air currents and how to avoid others." He rumbled quietly, touching one of the skulls strewn to his pelt, looking back at her with a soft exhale. "Yes. I have never... was never able to see it up close, but from afar and on top of the canopies, it looked very... noble." He frowned. Until recently, the isle of Conquest could have been summed up as foreign and strange to him. Noble, perhaps, was a new word to call it by. He glanced away, looking out at the night. Though the reservation was large, it was nothing compared to what the splendor of their isles had been.
"War did not have what Conquest did. Instead, we boasted our trophies, our victories together in our clan. Histories and culture was physically displayed in and around our huts." Senga said finally, crossing his arms, his voice quiet and hollow. "We valued our clan members above all else. Our unity and strength. I can't lie and say I understand how it feels to be thrust below the rest, but I understand the shame." Senga hummed quietly and glanced at Lan, smiling. "We of War are not used to losing. The loss of so much and so many, and to them of all things... " He stopped there, thinking that he wouldn't be able to word anything else properly at all.
"Your clan still has dignity though." He responded softly after a few moments of silence and glanced down at the ground, shuffling his wings as though words weren't his strong suit at all, "once rebuilt, I am sure you will be able to show superiority again. Your clan is Conquest, after all." Senga raised his head and watched the night sky above for a long moment. It was a sensitive subject, but the night seemed to carry a sort of privacy with it. One he was thankful for.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 1:48 am
"War always looked.. adventurous? Ah, what word am I looking for..." Lan was trying to keep her mind from the whole genocide factor. Trying, failing, yet still trying. "Robust." Yes, that was a good word for them. "Conquest was about looks often enough, even I can admit that. To be fair, we did not have much 'practicality' in day long ceremonies but... they reminded us of who we were. What we were." She kicked at a rock, watching it clatter a head. "And now.. we've lost a bit of that as well. Our shame comes from the loss of a battle as well.. but also.. the loss of ourselves. We have so little now it is like we have gone from a garden to a single bloom." She smiled at the dignity. "Thank you though. We all lost what was precious to us and now... We fight to keep what little remain do we not?" The night air was not chilling her now, and she looked back at him. "Thank you Senga, for your words. They mean more to me than you might think."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:20 pm
Senga glanced at the Noble, considering the word for a long moment. Conversation had never been a strong suit of his, and he felt rather out of his league here, even under the cover of night. "Robust. Yes, that is fitting." He responded finally, mulling the word over on his tongue. He ruffled his wings closer to his body, pulling his fingers through the long feathers with quiet contemplation. "Conquest was very.. ah, impressive in appearance. I only ever heard stories of how grand and eloquent your kin were." His wings curled closer, his hand stilling over the smooth, tawny feathers. "It was rather daunting to imagine, compared to our lifestyle." He watched the rock sail into the darkness and glanced back at the night sky. It was strange not to have an actual daytime anymore; only this darkness and the eternal dusk that set over Halloweentown during the day.
Turning his head to Lan, Senga gave a slight tilting nod, tawny hair rustled by the breeze. "Yes. But I imagine we will rebuild. In time." He glanced away, considering the thought. "And then we will fight for that too." He thought of Iyari, already hard at work to regain what little honor the War clan could find now, and Jay, who seemed even more important to him now than she'd ever been before. Blinking back at Lan, the young executioner tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly. "Your welcome." He paused, stuttering slightly, "I - ah - am not very good with words, but I'm glad they... meant something." He stepped away from Lan and unfurled his wings, contemplating them for a long moment before peering back at the Conquest Noble. "Thank you for taking a walk with me. It has been a pleasure." His mind seemed calmer now, and his thoughts tamed. Perhaps he could get some rest now. At least he could hope for as much.
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