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Gabriel Dracul Belmont Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 11:54 pm
*Backlog RP The night had gone on pleasantly. What had started out as an early flight ended in the courting and exchange of a beautiful Light nantlil and a grand ally. Zobeck, such a grand presence. He was wise, even for one not chosen by the Grand Weaver to lead a nation. Gabriel felt confident he could rely on the tahtll's wisdom and guidance in the future.
Gabriel peered out over the vast cave from the balcony high in his castle. Buildings were starting to form as more B'alam were carving out the interior and creating stone works of art within the large mountain. It was far from finished, but Gabriel could admire their progress. Especially when in a mood as grand as he was in now. The future of his tribe seemed so bright from here. He was going to lead a grand tribe with grand b'alam at his side to aid him.
His wings folded close to his sides while while his ears perked forward. A gentle cave-breeze caressed his fur.
It would seem as if nothing was going to dampen his spirits. Not now that he had Marie as his other half and Zobek at his side.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 9:37 pm
 How could the Magi of the Light Tribe have agreed to send him into a territory he did not understand in even the slightest sense? How could they have promise him to the Dark Tribe, their sister tribe, without his complete agreement? Well, that was not completely true. His agreement to travel to the Dark Tribe was more of a reluctant one dripped in poisonous anger and promises of childish retaliation at some point in the future, if he could ever bring himself to do such a thing. However, that promise of retaliation was not for himself. No. That was a promise on behalf of someone he cared deeply for. He could not bring himself to admit that little pebble of truth though. No, he was full of unrelenting denial when it came to that, and for good reason. Should the truth ever slip out he may have to run off and start a new life somewhere. Maybe change his name to Keboz or something stupid because of last minute thoughts.
But that was beside the point. Back to his anger at paws.
How could the Magi of the Light Tribe have done this to him and Marie!? What was the meaning behind the whole agreement? Did they really believe that by promising that he would be the one called Gabriel’s advisor that the two tribes could keep peace between them? Did they really believe that bestowing Marie to Dark Magus Gabriel that the two tribe could be sisterly so to speak? Weren’t Magi supposed to be smart? Didn’t the Weaver create them to be teachers to their tribes, and thus, entrusted them to make decisions that would benefit their B’alam? Well, that was going well for the Light Tribe so far. Insert a massive amount of sarcasm for the dull witted who could not catch on.
It was so very sickening. A feeling that felt like the beginnings of annoyance, or maybe a stomach ache, started to settle into the pit of the Tahtll’s gut. He could feel his previous meal start to fight him in an attempt to make its way onto the ground in front of his paws. If only it would. Maybe he could use it as some sort of excuse not to meet with his so called ‘New Magus’, ‘Leader’, ‘Grand Dufus’ so to speak. But no, that would be asking for too much wouldn’t it? WAY TO MUCH apparently. DARN THE WEAVER ABOVE!
He had to stay calm. He had to keep his cool, for now. Always for now.
The angry Tahtll slowly continued his way through the maze of a cave that the members of the Dark Tribe called their home. How could they memorize all these hallways and know which path leads where? How was HE supposed to memorize all these path ways? It was hard enough to memorize where all the Light Tribe districts sat where. Not to mention memorizing which district represented what. What did the world want from him!?
Again, calm.
Sure, the new advisor was filled with boiling anger. Sure, it would blind him here and there and make him possibly make stupid decisions at some point, but that did not mean there was not a rational side to him. He wanted to stand behind the decisions of the Light Tribe Magi. He wanted to go along with their plans. He understood the reasoning behind sending representatives to the Dark Tribe in hopes of creating a better future between the now sister tribes. He did. He really did!
Even more so, Zobek wanted to be happy for his friend Marie. Who better to care for him and give her a successful life than one of the original Magi? Plus, Marie would not have agreed to be bestowed to Gabriel if not for the fact that she, for whatever reason, cared for him, right? Right.
Oh, by the Weaver he wanted to be happy. He wanted to look forward to his new position and new life. However, his anger was currently louder than his rational side. He could not find a bit of positivity in the storm of anger and disgust that boiled within him. Not a bit. Sure, to some that might make him seem petty in a sense, but he didn’t care.
BECAUSE WHY SHOULD HE LOOK FORWARD TO WORKING WITH A FOOL FOR THE REST OF HIS EXISTANCE, WHICH IS ETERNITY!?
WHY!?
BY THE WEAVER, WH- no, no. Calm. Calm. Calm. Stay calm.
Why did the Grand Weaver above have to carve out this kind of path for his life? Why? Did he do something wrong since the day he was woven? Had he taken a wrong step somewhere? Had he said something he was not supposed to?
Why or why did he have to be chosen to be the advisor to Gabriel? Was there not someone better than him to take such a “privilege”? Surely someone else would have jumped from their pelt to take his place, and he would gladly give it to them. GLADLY.
It was all just too much for Zobek. There was too much information to process. There were too many changes to take in and accept. Can he just turn back and go back to his place in the Light Tribe? Please? Would the Weaver at the very least grant him that one little wish? PLEASE.
Taking in a deep breath, he held it for a moment before letting it go. Zobek then once again attempted to slowly make his way through the many, and he meant MANY, so called halls. The light triber’s horn lite his way in an attempt to find his way to wherever the magus was. It should not be as hard as it was to find him. He was told he could not miss the figure. Tall. Large. HUGE wings. Intimidating appearance. Goatee. BLEH BLEH BLEH.
Again, TOO many corridors. Too much to learn. Maybe it was so hard to remember the paths because his mind was refusing to learn them. He was still in so much denial at this point.
Eventually though, to his disgust, he did find the other male.
"Gabriel, sir?"
Oh how his tongue burned when the name left his lips. How in the Weaver's name was someone such as he chosen to be the light of guidance for an entire tribe? How did the leaders of the light tribe even find him so...trustworthy?
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 9:54 pm
Gabriel's ears twitched to the sudden call of his friend. Ah, thankfully he was able to navigate his way through the halls. Even unfinished they were... complicated. With a kind smile he turned about to face Zobek fully.
"Yes my friend?" He greeted warmly.
He moved away from the edge of the balcony and approached his advisor. The light tribe was so kind in sending over such a kind soul. Two kind souls. Speaking, he made a mental note to inquire about the living quarters Zobek. It wasn't as grand as the light room he was preparing for Marie, but he had hoped that it was to his friend's liking. Even if it was not yet finished.
Soon. Both of their rooms were put on priority.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 11:25 pm
Friend? Did Lord Gabriel really just refer to Zobek, a stranger, as his friend? What in all the land could Lord Gabriel be thinking by referring to him as his friend? A friend referred to someone that another knew well due to interaction with said someone. A friend referred to someone that another enjoyed being around because feelings of a positive nature is mutual between both parties. A friend referred to someone that another held positive history with. A friend he was not to Gabriel and vice versa, no matter how the Magus felt about him! He held no history with Gabriel! He held no positive feelings towards Gabriel! So what was the Magus thinking? What was the Magus plotting? Did he somehow, in his twisted little head believe that by calling Zobek his so called friend that slowly, but surely, Zobek would start to treat him as a friend? Did he believe that by calling Zobek his sol called friend that he would come to see Gabriel as a friend? What an idiotic idea that Lord Gabriel must have held in his head. He could try all he wanted, be as nice as he felt the need to be, but this wish will never come to fruition.
It was when Lord Gabriel approached him that he was able to get a good look at his new ‘Leader’. To his surprise what he was told about the Tahtll was truthful. He could find not one flaw in any of the comments given to him when he questioned Siraj about the Magus he would be working under. He was somewhat taller than Siraj, especially if he considered the added height given by the large wings Gabriel possessed. True to description, his eyes were also as red as the blood that flowed through the veins of all that lived on the land, save plant life of course. Those claws, and the muscles which controlled the body which they were attached to…Zobek was sure that Lord Gabriel could easily rip a limb off any that dared offended him, should enough rage be put behind them. Then there was his hair and goatee. They seemed as black as the night sky with no light given by the moon and stars. Or maybe more like the cave halls were no candles could be found. Either way, they seemed to make his eyes redder and, well, highly monstrous. How could someone like Marie, such a gentle flower she was, find such a being mate material? Was he missing something? Weird.
Either way, despite the negativity that dwelt within and flowed through his very being, Zobek did his best to put on a smile for the sake of keeping up appearances in front of the Magus. After all, being in a new land and taking on a new position, it would do him no good should he give in and listen to the darkness creeping into his heart. For whatever reason, be it his nature or clean record, the three Magi entrusted him with being an ambassador for his tribe. He was to be an olive branch to the Dark Tribe. He, as a member of the Light Tribe, was meant to be a shining [ha! Shining] example of what it meant to be a Light Tribe member, which in turn meant showing outside bodies the positive nature of his tribe. Zobek also guessed being an ambassador meant preforming acts of good nature. But what kind of acts would that be? What could he possibly do while stuck in the caves? Dig a hole? Light more candles? SCREAM!?
Then there was the fact that as Gabriel’s aid he was entrusted with giving the Lord Magus support and advise. His first piece of advice would be to get a haircut of some sort. His second piece of advice? Never to refer to him as his friend. No, wait, maybe the later should be his first piece of advice. Yes. Definitely. Oh, and the third piece of advice. If he would ever be given the opportunity to hand said advice to Gabriel… He should take a moment to disappear by taking flight during the day. Being lost for a few days, even a single day, could not hurt. It would allow the Lord Magus to have some time to himself, and allow others, such as Zobek, to be away from him for a while. Hey, Zobek could always hope, right?
Somewhere in the thoughts filled with anger and disgust a new thought took manifestation. Maybe it was Marie who insisted that he take on the role of ambassador. The very thought helped his smile become a little more genuine. If that was truly the case then the move and new position would not be too bad. It would be a little easier to swallow so to speak. If his friend wanted this, if it was Marie who made such a request even without his consent, then he would learn how to walk this path. Anything for his friend. Anything to make things more comfortable and bring her peace.
Anger. Peace. Anger. Disgust. Confusion.
So much for the Light Tribe being the embodiment of balance and peace. Such a representative he was. Then again, wounds would always hurt when exposed. Maybe in order to find peace he would need time. A lot of time.
“M’lord,” Zobek spoke while giving a small bow of his head. Such a small action and yet so much resentment. “Are you sure it is wise to be so active after the day’s events? Do you not want to rest, or are there still things you must attend to before turning in?”
It took everything within the adviser not to upchuck his previous meal, which was still attempting to find escape, all over the floor. To feign worry where none existed felt cheap and wrong, and yet there he was wearing a mask of lies and wrath. In reality he did not care what Gabriel did or wanted to do with his time. He was more worried about Marie’s well-being. Was she reacting well to the change? Did Gabriel have everything she needed to survive in these kinds of lands? Was she comfortable? Was she happy?
And more importantly, WHAT EXACTLY DID SHE SEE IN GABRIEL? WHAT BONDED THEM?
And more importantly that the previous two questions, why the heck was Gabriel so chipped like a cub chasing a butterfly?
Please stop smiling.
It’s irritating.
Just stop staring at it Zobek. Maybe it will go away on its own.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 12:00 am
Gabriel was completely oblivious to the storm of rage brewing within his advisor. All he could think on was the wonderful feeling of being "complete" and having a trusted companion. The weaver bestowed knowledge upon the arch magus, but he did not truly understand companionship until today. It was impossible not to be as chipper as a young cub prancing about after a butterfly.
Zobek was the first to even be concerned for his well being. Gabriel had never been asked such questions. Despite them being more aline obvious statements, he felt them to be endearing. Someone cared if he was healthy or making proper choices.
"I will soon retire, yes. Thank you for your concern, my friend." Gabriel responded as chipper as a flower basking in the sun. "I was taking time to observe my kingdom before taking my rest for the day."
He had already had his fill of blood for the day, the colony (for what it was) seemed to be in good order.
"Are your accommodations suitable for your needs? Do you require anything? " Gabriel added after mentally going over his "checklist".
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:36 pm
What was the emotion that was attempting to take ahold of his mind and heart? Zobek was very much unable to really pinpoint the emotion that was trying to speak over the anger and resentment running his blackening heart, attempting to produce anger out of nothing. Should he refer to this gentle emotion as a form of sadness? Would another say it was an emotion closer to regret? It could very well possibly contain a small amount of embarrassment as his current thoughts and louder emotions.
The adviser could not deny that the thoughts running through his mind and heart were uncalled for and rude. Who was he to make such assumptions about one he did not know? It was guilt. He felt guilty for his unspoken actions. All Gabriel had done for far was welcome him. He treated the newcomer like a friend. Like family. Yet, Zobek saw him as nothing more than a monster or a rotting carcass. Siraj would be highly ashamed of him. The weaver would be the most ashamed though. He wove him to help, not judge.
‘I have been a disgrace since my arrival to these lands. Magi and Weaver forgive heart and soul.’
Giving his full attention to the Magus before him, Zobek provided a short nod in response to the Magus' question. However, in reality he had not yet taken the time to inspect the area provided to him as his living area, but Lord Gabriel did not have to know such information. He was sure that the authoritative figure had more pressing matters to attend to. Plus, it was not as if Zobek did not take time to inspect the room, in a sense. He had given the area a passing glance while wondering around. It seemed like a livable place, so there was no reason to bother another over the space.
The majority of Zobek’s current time at his new home, if he could even call the territory such. No, no. He should stop thinking in such a manner. It would be his new home, eventually. So, a majority of his current time at his new home had been spent mentally mapping out what terrain he could find, especially when it came to the exits. The last thing he needed was to not have access to the outdoors when needed. From what he had been told Gabriel had provided a sun garden for Marie as part of her accommodations. Luckily for him, Marie had in turn given him access to said garden. Still, it is always nice to see the true outdoors.
The adviser still had on question lurking in his head though. If being handed over to the Dark tribe was to be seen as a blessing, then why did it not feel like one? Was it because of his current though process? Most likely. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise in its own way. Even in the Light Tribe he did not completely feel at home. Living in the Light lands could only be compared to an itch under his scales. So much of the culture felt like nothing more than a cluster in his head. So much confusion. So much felt missing. For a place that was supposed to be a utopia of harmony and happiness it felt as there was nothing but chaos.
Slowly, though, it all seemed to come together. The Magi eventually did show themselves to their tribe. Order slowly came together. Rules were put in place. And a culture was slowly starting to be produced. It looked like the light was finally shining within the Light Tribe. Yes, it was all coming together just as he believed he was finding some semblance of happiness. Just as he was being sent away towards new lands. Towards new allies.
Amusing in a sense since there was just as much confusion beyond the halls and traditions in the Dark Tribe. Zobek found many characters that caused him to raise his brow. There was that odd purple haired male that seemed to have a grand interest in rocks, as well as himself. Very odd with such, well, how could the stranger’s hair be explained? It was very much as odd as he seemed. Zobek could have also sworn he heard loud screaming coming from under the Earth, though he could not repeat the name being called. All he knew was the screaming had to do something called a “Salsa chip”, if he heard the screaming correctly. Whatever this “Salsa chip” was, it was making a certain lady very very very very ery very very very very very angry if she gained the ability to cause the caves to shake with such force. He could only describe it as....anger and annoyance being provided a voice louder than the lights that hit the sky when water falls to the Earth. Yes, very angry indeed. There was also whispers to someone by the name of “Chronos” if he remembered the name right. A mad scientist type he was told the B’alam was, whatever a scientist was. The only who told him said information seemed confused by the words as well, but he insisted all Zobek had to know was that his Chronos was mad, crazy, foolish, not to be approached with leisure. And yet Lord Gabriel trusted him for whatever reason.
Okay, enough thoughts. Back to the conversation at hand.
"I thank you for your trying to be so accommodating, Lord Gabriel.” And so sickeningly friend as well. WELP! There he went again with the negative thoughts. So much for trying to be positive!
“You need not worry about me, M'lord. After all, it is my duty to look after you and answer any request given to me by you and yours. So should there be any task that needs answering while you rest please, do ask as I am at your disposal, M'lord. Or might there be some information you have yet to speak to me about?"
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 8:06 pm
Gabriel chuckled. "Disposal? My friend, I would not use such words to describe asking anything of you."
It was a figure of speach, yes, but it didn't seem right in describing his friend and adviser. He wouldn't dream of disposing such an ally. There were very few even in his own tribe that he would consider as close as a brother. Perhaps nieve thinking considering they had just meet, but Gabriel had a good feeling about this individual.
"..but yes, I believe you are capable of handling your own. Thank you for your service Zobek. Perhaps if you still have energy after I rest, I can escort you around my kingdom and introduce you to some of our residents. I do apologize for not doing so sooner."
It was not an idea that he would have suggested to anyone aside Marie. Being social was not really something he sot out.
He looked back out over the balcony. There was not many who lived here yet, but their numbers were steadily increasing by the day, as more were woven.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 9:52 pm
Zobek did not know how he felt about being introduced to the current residence of the Dark tribe. Part of him wanted to say that it was due to the fact that it had been a long day and he wished to retire to his own room for the remainder of the day. In reality was was because he just did not wish to put on another face and be social with those he held no sort of interest in, especially those he may be working closely with within the foreseeable future. He just did not want to waste time pretending to show an interest in those who called this place their home. He did not want to smile and resist vomiting as they go on and on about how it is nice to see him and blah blah blah blahh blah. Did he say blah?
More so, he wished to have zero interaction since he had no way of knowing how those within the tribe felt about the agreement between the Dark tribe and the Light tribe. Sure, everything seemed calmed at the moment. No one approached him, glared and threw harsh words his way, but then again who would go against their own Tribe's Magus? Only the foolish, he guessed. But just because no one decided to act now didn't mean they could not do so eventually. Hopefully they would be foolish enough to take Gabriel head on instead of going against him. After all he was just a lowly adviser, right? He would just have to do his best to stay in the shadows and bring no attention to himself. Yes. Good plan there.
Sure, he was angry towards his own tribe for sending him away without his own consent. Who would not be mad to find out they had been given away without having their own say in the trade?And yes, he was also angry towards Gabriel, but he would not dream of bringing any sort of harm towards this his anger was aimed at. It was all just angry thoughts and empty threats. They would eventually fade with time and as he acclimated to the new lands. To act upon anger and resentment would be feeding into the negativity in one's heart and soul. It would mean going against the plan the Weaver may have shown towards those he entrusted to lead his children. His heart ached at the moment and his mind sat confused, but time would surely heal him, if time was meant to do so. And by the Weaver he hoped time as meant to heal his soul.
Besides, Gabriel seemed to be doing everything within his power to welcome him into the tribe. He treated Zobek like a friend. No, he was treating Zobek like a member of the family. He was doing everything within his power to make sure Zobek was comfortable. For someone who possessed such a cold and monstrous appearance Gabriel, at least up to this point, he seemed to be a very compassionate soul. Who was he to judge one by one mere action that held no false intentions behind it? Who was he to aim his anger at one that had done no wrong towards him? He just...had to remain calm and keep an open mind about the situation.
Just keep an open mind...
Just remain calm...
Just keep an open mind and an open heart...
Just keep talking to the Weaver...
Just stop talking to himself like a crazed B'alam...
'Who am I to carry around such unwarranted anger in my heart? Why have I been left to carry such a burden in my life? Why have I been left to deal with such emotion in my life? Is this a test of the Weaver? Am I going mad with each passing second? Probably. I would not be surprised by it.'
"There is no need to apologize, Lord Gabriel," Zobek followed Gabriel's gaze, his green eyes scanning over the movement below. There seemed to be so much going on outside of his own life, and yet at the same time there seemed to be nothing going on at all. "You have done no wrong against me, so please do not feel bad towards yourself. I have done a good enough job of entertaining myself until now. I believe I will be able to find ways to entertain myself until you wake and are able to return to your duties. So why not spend some time with Marie and take time to return. We can always meet up later. Plus, I would hate for Marie to think I kept you up all morning..."
Haha, yes. Make jokes. Jokes make everything better. Haha...haha...ha...
Who was he kidding? He still felt some amount of anger within him.
Oh a little part of his soul just died.
So, how was he supposed to entertain himself for the next couple of hours anyway? Should he put on another mask and go mingle with the members of the tribe? Should he attempt to track down those interesting characters from earlier in the day? That would mean tracking down the purple haired rock man though. No way in the Weaver's name would he attempt to introduce himself to the screaming B'alam from underneath or the one named Chronos. No. He liked, hated, liked his life too much to put himself in such danger.
Maybe he could wait a while and the attempt to find Marie. She could possibly share some information with him and show him places he had no yet found. And maybe she would also be able to share some interesting stories with him.
If not that then he could always go back to his own room and take a nap. Maybe do a little decorating with whatever he is able to find here and there. If he can find the garden then maybe Marie would not mind him taking a few flowers here and there to decorate his own room.
Yes, that sounds nice.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 10:22 pm
Gabriel's eyes widened to the thought of keeping Marie waiting. Hopefully she was becoming accustomed to the halls of his castle. He was working to have some amount of light in the dark corridors so they both can see without harming their eyes. Her room specifically was being molded to mimic the lands in which she had come from... Not an easy task for his sculptors, but they had been doing well on the rest of the castle so far.
"Yes, I would not want to upset Marie... you are quite wise." Gabriel praised his friend.
He would not wish to upset his spirit bound so soon (at all really) after introducing her to his tribe. Marie was also still quite new here. Gabriel did not wish for her to be uncomfortable and feel alone. The mere thought caused his brow to crease a little.
With a deep breath he turned his head toward Zobek. At least he seemed to be alright with the changes. It was no doubt a hard move, but he would be well taken care of here. The b'alam before him had such admirable qualities. He could adapt and continue to be strong. Gabriel knew he would be able to learn a lot from this one.
"Should you need assistance, I have appointed Umbral to aide you in my absence. All you need to do is call his name and he will come to you. Once again, I welcome you to my home. I hope it will become a suitable home for you as well my friend."
A smile rested on his maw once more before he turned about and begun to make his way back into the castle halls. His wings shifted slightly before folding securely against his sides once more.
Oh...
"Zobek, Tomorrow there will be a feast for you and Marie as a welcoming celebration. If you have a meal in mind for the festivities, inform Umbral or myself and I will be sure it is present for you."
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 7:29 pm
Like a tainted snake slithering its way along the branch of a tree, a shudder of anger slowly made its way up the Tahtll’s spine as he carefully watched the Magus, Lord Gabriel, make his way out of his glaring sight. It was then that the annoyed adviser slowly took in a breath, and even more slowly exhaled. He expected to feel at the very least a little bit calmer, more at peace. Maybe even calm himself enough to be able to rest and get his thoughts together, but it seemed to be all for nothing. Why? Because the weight of what felt at the moment felt like a thousand boulders the annoyingly refused to budge and roll down the hill of his tired mind. Instead they insisted on sitting there, taunting and burning in the sun of his growing anger! It did not help that his muscles still stayed locked like a paw stuck under a large stone, daring not to even twitch in fear that he would make a move he may regret moments later. But one knows in order to regret one must know the meaning of regret. And know one knew if he even knew the meaning of regret in the first place.
It was just so, RAWRG! It felt so unfair to the adviser! He tried his best to stay calm around the Magus! He tried his best to think in a logical and adult like manner! He tried his best to not allow his emotions to get the best of him! He tried not to let his anger eat away at his soul and take control of him! Zobek knew very well what was going on in his heart and mind, and yet things still felt out of his control! He was trying to hard! So why was nothing making sense? Why did everything seem so wrong?
Why? Why had Siraj, one of the Light Tribe Magi, send him to aid this, this, FOOL!? What made the Magi think he was the best B'alam for the job? Yes, he was charismatic and had a powerful mind, but still!
Was the Dark Magus unable to aid himself in even the simplest manner? If the previous statement held any amount, even the tiniest amount, of truth, then why did the Grand Weaver trust someone such as Lord Gabriel to lead and aid an entire tribe? It made no sense to the adviser! None! Nothing in this blasted world was making any amount of sense anymore. It did not help that Zobek had not even existed in the world that long. If only the Weaver had waited a little longer, just a little longer to Weave him into the world. Maybe then he would have been spared the pain he was in now.
Oh, it would have been so much simpler to just believe the world itself was playing some kind of joke on him. Maybe the Weaver himself was playing some kind of cruel joke on his misguided children. Well not misguided, more like idiotic children. Or maybe this was a punishment because so many of his children seemed to be foolish. Doing foolish things. Believing in foolish beliefs and ideals. Maybe he had simply decided to up and leave? No. No. Zobek was just surrounded by fools, or so he told himself anyway. And maybe the Weaver strike him down should he ever believe the Weaver had decided to leave the world and his children.
Taking another deep breath, Zobek held it in until he felt just a smidgen more relaxed and then exhaled once more. If he was to be stuck in this Weaverless hole then, again, he might as well make the best of it. He needed to remain composed. He needed to seem authoritative. He needed to make sure not to wrap his paws around the throat of the nearest B’alam and SQUEEZE his anger out. Yes, it would help relieve him in a small amount of anger, but it would just lead to more problems in the end. How sad, but he could not march around choking every B'alam in sight. No. He had to stay calm. He could not afford to walk around throwing a tantrum every time he felt angry. It just did not work that way, no matter how much he wanted it to.
Right. The Tahtll could do this. He could remain composed. He had his Magis’ blessing after all so that was something to hold on to. They believed he was the best B'alam for the job, right? Marie believed in him too, right? Right. So many had faith in him, so he could not afford to let them down. Not now. Not ever. Zobek had to give it his all.
Slowly, and calmly, Zobek made his way back out into the hall to inspect thepresence of others moving about. And yes, there were others moving in and out, but none that caught his attention, at least not for now anyway. It wasn’t as if he actually knew what this, this…
“By the Weaver what was that B’alam’s name again? Don't tell me I already forgot. I cannot look foolish calling this fool to me.”
Ultra? Uvra? Archimedes? Why had he not paid better attention to what Lord Gabriel was saying to him? Oh right. Because he could not bring himself to care at the time. Darn his mind.
“Umbral!”
Unless the servant spent his days hiding in the shadow of Gabriel then Zobek did not really believe just shouting the pathetic being’s name would result in him instantly appearing before him. Plus, did the members of the tribe really have such good hearing thanks to those large ears of theirs? What if this Umbral resided in the other side of the lands? Or, well, caves. Not lands.What then? Would be be left wandering the tunnels, calling out this Umbral's name like a B'alam that lost every bit of their sanity? Most likely. But he would not do it. More like have someone else do it for him. Pfft.
Ugh, such thoughts and anger would surely result in the Tathll having head pains by the end of the night. And, of course, that would cause him to be even angrier and result in even more internal ranting. He had to wonder if his own mind was becoming tired of its own ranting. Now wouldn't that be an amusing thing to find out about one's own mind. It would not be a surprise though. He was getting tired of his own ranting at this point, but he could not stop himself.
He could already feel it, the pains starting to grow within his head. They were dull for the moment, but they would surely grow if given the chance. His life would be full of dramatic anger as long as he was expected to stay in these lands, aiding one he felt no need to aid. Oh, darn his life. Darn it all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 10:21 pm
 Within moments of his name being uttered Umbral descended from the ceiling. His wings spread wide before he landed on all fours. And within seconds of his landing his wings once more folded against his sides. "Yes, Sir. Zobeck?" He responded with a respectful bow of his head. Umbral held his head down and his ears perked forward, waiting intently on what his Lord's friend desired. Gabriel had given him his orders and he would prove to his Lord that he was competent enough follow them. All he had heard of the Adviser from the light tribe was of his great intelligence. That he was one to be respected and revered. Very few had earned Gabriel's respect, and it would be foolish to disrespect any of them...
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 10:24 pm
When Zobek had decided to test out Gabriel’s suggestion for called help he did not expect said help to suddenly drop down from above. This was especially true since he was currently standing in an enclosed space. Enclosed space meaning there was no open sky to see. Where did he come from? How was he able to hide so well? Who in the Weaver’s revered name hides in the shadows up above and then strikes down like a paroo attacking a bork? Apparently members of the Dark tribe do! Apparently it must be a regular thing for the members of the tribe! Yes, let us just settle down on the false sky and just wait. Let us just wait for the perfect moment to shoot down and strike some innocent life just scuttling along down below. It’s not as if the poor victim would freak out or anything. It’s not like said freaking out victim could attack out of fear. Or worse! Worse! They could panic and something awful could possibly happen! Dark tribe culture just made no sense to him. No sense. But what more could be expected of a bunch of B’alam who lived their life amongst a bunch of rocks.
For a quick moment Zobek’s green eyes sat wide with surprise and confusion. Because, again, where exactly had this Umbral fellow dropped down from? And for what reason was he hiding up in the false sky? It felt as if his heart was trying to pound its way through his chest. Eventually Zobek did calm down enough for his heart to settle down a fraction. His expression changed to that for a glare filled with annoyance and a massive amount of judgement. The fur upon his back, which at the moment stood on end like guards at attention, started to fall back upon his back. And thank the Weaver that the hiss of surprise did not escape from the depths of his throat. It would have been all too embarrassing for one of Gabriel’s aids to see him cowering like a cub during a storm where the real sky fills with loud lights streaking across it.
For now, Zobek took the opportunity to take a good look at the one Gabriel chose to leave behind to aid the new member of his court. He held the same basic shape as other members of the Dark Tribe. He had the large ears for hearing better than others. The Weaver had gift him with large wings upon his back for flight, obviously. Thin and pointy fangs sat outside the protection of his mouth. For what reason? Who knows? All the better to suck the life force from others he guessed. However, he seemed the lack the ever extended claws that Gabriel and himself possessed.
The Light Triber had to admit though that Umbral’s coloration was interesting. Such a dark pelt that held an even darker underside. Then there were his markings. Upon his face sat markings that reminded him of a spotted facial structure. Peering from the Tahtll’s own face sat such bright yellow eyes. They reminded him of the rays of the sun. Speaking of the sun, the webbing of his wings looked like down. Blue slowly turned to yellow and, dang it, why was he inspecting the Tahtll with such careful eyes? Because he was bored and had nothing better to do. Plus, it is always good to remember the appearance of all one meets. One never knows when it will be most important to remember said faces.
“So,” Zobek stated while releasing a sigh. In truth he had no real reason to call upon the aid other than to test Gabriel’s word. Sadly, his word was true. He called, and here Umbral was. “you are the one they call Umbral, hm?”
It was then that Zobek noticed Umbral’s pose. He had to admit that it brought him much MUCH amusement to see someone bow down to him. However, as much as he enjoyed it he would not allow Umbral to do such a thing towards him. Zobek knew his place. He knew though he was to help the Magus he was in no real position of power, at least not in his own mind. He was just a helped, like Umbral himself. Maybe with a tiny bit more power, but not by much. Still…, no. What would it say about him if he were to allow Lord Gabriel’s aid treat him in such a manner? To be treated like someone of importance. To be treated like someone who held power. Yes, so grand. He deserved it. No he didn’t. So nice. It would be wrong on his part.
“Let me say, Umbral, that there is no need to keep your head down around someone like myself. I am no different from you, so please do not treat me like such. I am nothing more than an adviser to your Magus, who I am told shall be like another Magus to myself.”
Yes, another Magus to himself. With time he may grow used to Gabriel, in a way. But would he ever learn to respect Lord Gabriel as he respected his own Magi? He did not see the Dark Tribe Magus like he saw Siraj. He respected Siraj. He valued his words and opinions. He saw him as fair. He saw him as firm. He was someone that never expected the respect of another, but earned it through his words and actions.
No, he should not jump to conclusions about Gabriel. He only knew the other B’alam for what seemed like a day or so. He had only just really seen him a few moments ago. All he knew before that moment he learned from Siraj and Marie.
His hatred anger for the Magus was really uncalled for when he really thought about it. It was not directed at the Magus himself, but blossomed from indirect actions brought on by others and, okay, some of Gabriel’s actions that had nothing to do with him.
Still…
“Also, if you would be so kind, what is it you feel I should know about your tribe and its lands?”
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