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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 2:31 am
Remembering the Past
Prompt 3
Can be used toward Solo or RP req
It has been seven long years since the Great Oban Invasion. It almost feels like a dream, considering all of the changes that have occurred in Tendaji since the great war. A new King sits on the Oban throne, and he has opened the boundaries of Oba and Matori. Many already are taking advantage of the open boarders to travel and explore. The world was expanding and changing all things to the massive war of the great nations.
Since the war, Tendaji took a stand against the extremist Alkidikes and won. They came together to show a new alliance that many could never dream of. Everything was settling, and now that there finally was peace everyone has begun to to take a moment and remember all that has come and gone.
How have the major wars and changes impacted your character these past few years? Are they bitter for their failures or happy about their success? Do they see a peaceful future to come or are they concerned about those who may be still holding grudges?
[Characters not part or even alive during the war can still respond to this prompt. Maybe they have a different way of understanding the war compared to those who were part of it, so feel free to explore those feelings and thoughts in your response]
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 2:32 am
The past had its up and its down, things that often times haunted his dreams and made him question himself, while other things in turn but his heart at least. The mix of them seemed at times to be about half good and half bad meaning that he could have either on his mind depending on the time... expect when he was with Gerraden. He was a good guy, one that enjoyed spending his time with, and he didn't want to be apart from unless a request from the elders drew him away for a time. He would much rather stay near to him because he was a refreshing sort, the sort that made Rishima feel calm and at ease, made him feel happy. Being apart from him for too long left Rishima feeling lonely and allowed his mind to wander to places that he really didn't want it to wander.
Where were their more zealous sisters at the moment tended to be the first place that his mind wandered. Where they were, how they were doing, if they would ever be allowed to return... not that having them return was safe. The Matron and her desires had made that much clear. It was best that the two sections of the tribe live apart because their ideals were so vastly different these days. The two halves of their tribe had been broken in half, never to be fixed again, and it was something that made his chest ache just thinking about it. He wished that he'd been able to do more but try as he might he knew that he was a big part of the problem. A half blood like himself, as well as a male, was the very last person that would be able to talk sense into the zealots, but he was still glad he'd tried. Better that he tried instead of acting the part of a coward by running away instead, as tempting as it had been at the time.
Lifting a hand he rubbed his temples a bit, "Great Mother, so much time has passed and it still weighs on my heart that I was unable to do anything." He murmured, feeling as though he really should have been able to do more at least for her. Not that she was having it. She was determined to get to Sauti, to see the firebirds, and even though he wanted to help her out she wouldn't take his hand. He was at the time a part of the problem after all and he could tell during the meetings that they'd had that he wasn't one of her favorite people. Of course she wouldn't leave those she was leading just because he'd requested it.
Shaking his head he said, "There was nothing I could do, but I will do more in the future for those of us who are left." He had to protect those who were left behind after all, those who were like him and of mixed blood especially. He wanted them to be able to grow up differently from him, to be happy and proud of who and what they were. He didn't want any of his mixed blood siblings to think poorly of themselves or fear those with pure blood. He wanted all of his people, everyone born of their Great Mother to be happy with who they were no matter what. It was just a shame that not everyone had thought the same as him. Not everyone was as amiable and peaceful as Rishima was though he supposed. Save of course for Gerraden.
He really couldn't help but to be ever in awe for how sweet and wonderful he was... and perhaps a little naive and romantic. He was always spacing off into another world, having all manner of day dreams, and otherwise just being a sweet heart. That was how he wanted everyone to be, all wonderful and sweet and happy. Just the thought of everyone being able to live life in the same manner that Gerraden did made him smile. Of course he wanted that only up to the point of his work ethic and happiness, the last thing he wanted was anyone following him around in the same puppy like manner. One Gerraden was more then enough for Rishima when it came to that aspect of his personality.
Romance wasn't something that Rishima had really thought too hard enough, likely why he remained so oblivious for so long. He'd thought that Gerraden was just overly friendly was all... but it turned out that there was a whole lot more to it then that. Giving a little smile he decided that, while he didn't want anymore then one Gerraden that maybe others would want their own Gerraden? A thought that caused him to chuckle before he went on with his walk. Once he was done with the little patrol for dangerous beasts around the home he shared with Gerraden he might head home to spend some well deserved time with him.
(( Word Count: 837 ))
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