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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:46 pm
As the sand and earth wall broke Nix could see the internal struggle rage on within this female. At once she turned her arm suddenly, moving the lightning wall to combine into a spear like form, crackling it away from the sandy lioness. It crackled and escaped into nothingness of the air. She breathed deep, calming her beating heart and opened her eyes, focusing before her.
Nix leapt into the air, smiled and cradled the sand colored goddess on her back as she fell, extending her wings so that she could drape herself however needed.
"I feel this was enough for today, don't you?" Nix let her paws touch the ground and gently placed the smaller form on the ground, looking at her eyes she smiled.
"Another day we can try again, perhaps then you could meet my sister, she is troubled in the same way as you, if not, even more painful, but I can try to help, perhaps more with you than I can with her, rest now," NIx sat back on her haunches and looked at the small frame, the sand pelt, what had torn this one?
"I'll wait for a while, if you'd like."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:55 am
She felt stability beneath her and tried to turn to see what it was. But the world was a confusion and so was she. Stuttering and mumbling, she blinked, seemingly not quite sure what to think or do.
And then she was on the ground and she was staring up into a dark, kindly face. Her foe? No. no. Not a foe. A friend. A sparring partner. She eased the thudding in her heart - or attempted to - by pressing a paw against her chest.
"Enough." Pelli echoed softly.
"Enough." Roko confirmed.
She sat then and seemed both annoyed and happy that it was over - her clash of personalities for certain.
"Sister? Troubled?" She blinked. "We don't understand. You helpses us already today." She tilted her head a little and smiled. "Wait? Okay. We want to hear more about your sister."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:42 pm
"Yes, but I can help you in the future too, if you'd like," Nix offered a smile and had her wings cradle themselves on her back. She felt tiny surges in her feathers, her arms, she was coming down, letting them flow quietly for now until needed. Flicking her tail she looked towards the direction that she had come from, and sighed, "My sister has been torn, like you, since she was small, very small. I knew her not when she was once whole. She suffered a great loss, and since has not been able to become whole."
Nix watched the female, and knew she had to rest, she'd stay for a while, at the very least, "She I don't think will ever be whole, she ahs suffered a lot through her life, and has not passed on into the cycle yet because of her shattered inner being. She cannot even think of seeing a glimpse of her lost family unless she is whole, and finds death. Its difficult for her, she blames herself for a lot of things.
Perhaps if you meet her someday, she can help you find the peace she has never tasted."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:49 pm
But Rokopelli did not understand. She had no understanding of her condition and could not remember a time when there had not been two minds in her head (though there certainly had been a sliver of her life where she had been 'whole'). Perhaps she would not want to be whole again if she thought that she would no longer be able to argue and chat with her other personality when she was otherwise alone.
She didn't like being alone.
Her front legs slid forward so that she settled on her belly, blinking her eyes again. "Poor Sissy." She replied. "We could meet her. We would like to, yes."
And then she paused. "Rokopelli is torn?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:59 pm
Nix smiled and sat close to her, "Torn, I do not mean in a disrespectful way of course, it is just the term I associate with my sister. She is torn in two, internally she struggles, and fights to try and keep her composure, especially in the past. But she has never been able to be fully whole, fully at peace. Torn is, an expression of sorts." Nix wondered if if would be wise to put the two of them together, but it could not hurt, and she could be there, and Daemonascus as well, to make sure everything is alright.
"On another day I shall bring her, have you two meet. Sparring, I am not sure if it would be wise at first, she has quite a temper, being the goddess of rage," Nix half laughed, but it was true.
"What is your full name friend? I wish to know," she smiled, blue eyes glowing slightly, surging still in her veins, "I'm Nix'Annada, of lightning."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:15 pm
Rokopelli was still confused but she nodded and smiled. Perhaps one day she'd understand - perhaps if she met this one's sister all would become clear. Even still, she was excited at the thought of making more friends.
"We'll look forward to it!" And this time she spoke as one.
"Nix'annada, of lightning!" She repeated, swishing her tail to and fro. "We are Rokopelli, of Confusion." She dipped her head a little. "We would like to spar again someday with Lightning."
And her voice sounded more pleasant when she spoke united.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:19 pm
"Then spare again we shall, Rokopelli, I look forward to it," Nix'Annada then stood and stretched her limbs, let her wings fall slightly. "Forgive me having to leave my friend, I have little ones waiting at home for me. They are still so small, but now have found they can wander," she smiled thinking of her children, soon they would be old, and go out in the world like her other children.
Nix was a happy mother, and a good friend.
She wondered how long it might be until Rage and Daemonascus had children of their own, perhaps.
"For you," she said softly, pulling a long feather from her wing, small blue sparks running from it, then disappearing. "A gift, and a call, if you need me."
Nix looked at her friend once more before jumping into the sky, and heading home.
Perhaps someday Roko and Rage would be whole, and they would all be together.
That would be nice, yes, very.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:29 pm
She smiled, thinking of little Gods and how cute they were. Then she smothered a yawn behind her paw and nodded, understanding that it was time for the other to go. Actually...was it about time for a nap in any case?
And then...a gift?
Rokopelli took the feather gently, pressing it against her chest in case a stray breeze tried to snatch it from her. Such a dark feather, so different from her own and yet so beautiful. She would keep it always.
"Have a safe trip, Nix'annada!" She called, still as one.
And then she was leaving and she yawned again.
A moment later and she gave in. She slept.
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