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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 7:28 am
His own words were fueling his own locomotive of frustration, not directly at the little goddess, but at Pala, his probably non-existent mother, and the state of the world that allowed him to be alone at such a young age from the very beginning. It was unfair that other godlings had parents and families from the very beginning and never had to worry about traveling to find someone. The uncertainty of possibly knowing he was without family and not knowing clashed constantly in his mind, and he hated his double nature. One day he would feel confident in that he needed no one and other days he felt hopelessly lost and in need of that ghost of hope that said there was someone looking out for them. Then he would feel hatred at himself for being delusional. If it wasn’t that, it was his own torn-up emotions over Pala, someone whom he hated the most and who he desperately wished he could get the attention back from. In hindsight, he should have seen that someone as confused as he was wasn’t in any state to give advice to others. Still, it was what he tended to do.
While Laini continued to shove away what he was saying and he continued to push his words on her to break her spell of denial to see things for what they were, for what he saw them as, she threw him a curveball of her own. He paused, his now loud voice dropping into silence. If she has forgotten me, she needs me to help her remember! It was – it wasn’t something he thought of before, and just as it dawned that it might make sense, his already boiling blood told him that he was being silly and to not think that way. Like Laini, he was stubborn too.
He was also a poor fighter and had never once in his life been tackled before. Headbutted by klipspringers, yes. Played with by Pala, yes, but never fully tackled by someone his size. The force of her threw him onto his back and he was both surprised by her actions and her aim. Flat on his back, he saw the tears flooding her eyes and the up-close fact that he had brought her so far into emotional hell. He was making her miserable! What should have been a nice meeting had turned into something ugly.
This close, he did just as she told him. He shut up. For a time. Taking her in, he started to feel his own passionate nature turn to cold ice, devoid of that hot anger that had kept him company for a while, and freeze into chilly uncertainty. He felt so sure of himself, but now he just didn’t know what to do again.
He watched as a large tear moved down her wet cheeks and fell down onto his fur. “I’m sorry…” His voice was unnaturally small. “….I just don’t want you to set yourself up for disappointment. To get hurt by Pala like I was.” He didn’t want her to find out things the hard way like he did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 1:43 pm
Laini landed on top of Khuluma, admittedly surprise with the ease he'd gone over. Not wanting to be so close to him, she attempted to shove him away some more, only to find herself shoving him into the ground and the two of them going nowhere. Sliding off of the yellow God, Laini took two large bounds to get a decent distance away, shuddering softly, both upset by Khuluma's words and the actions she'd had to take, Laini was about to flee the scene when he suddenly spoke up again.
...He was apologising. Laini remained silent for a few moments, blind eyes cast at the ground, before she gave another sob. She didn't understand! Was this some cruel trick he was playing on her - lulling her into a false sense of security? Setting herself up for disappointment? Laini's words were surprisingly loud as she yelled, "I'm not going to get hurt by Pala!" She looked surprised at the volume she'd used, and her next words were spoken more softly, "I'm not going to be disappointed. I know Pala, and I remember my Momma. They wouldn't hurt me."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:13 am
The weight off his chest was still there even after the goddess moved off him, and he stayed there a moment before rolling back on his feet. As much as he could talk his way into convincing someone else, if someone had complete faith in something to be true to the point of stubbornness, no words could break through it. She had constructed her own thoughts on the matter and Khuluma, a stranger who was just passing through, was not going to be the one to change it all. He knew, however, that just talking and her listening implanted the idea in her head to at least, he should hope, give it a moment's consideration. Would she now be on the lookout for proof of what he said or would she instead find every reason to justify her own ideas that she ignored those signs? There was no telling and he wouldn't be around to see the outcome.
As it stood, the conversation was over. He said (or more like shouted) his peace and she made her point very clear. She believed her mother was out there and that she would find her and, in the meantime, Pala would never cause her any harm. "Let's hope, for your sake, that you're right." He looked at the little bat that had come to the goddess' rescue, looking confused as to it flew into. Then he looked back at the goddess knowing that she couldn't see him looking directly at her. "Just here this. There is more than lack of sight that can cause you not to see things for what they are. Love can blind you from seeing what's truly there. Just don't let any warning signs pass you by in that optimistic hope you have." He flicked his tail and turned. "Pleasure meeting you, Laini." His voice said that it had been anything but, and with the sound of beating wings and a small wind, Khuluma was gone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 1:11 pm
Jicho landed swiftly on Laini's shoulder, and a short purr ripped through the juvenile's body as she reached her nose up to greet the bat fondly. Jicho used his wings to try and pat the young Goddess and console her, sending scathing looks towards Khuluma. Laini remained silent as Khuluma spoke, before another sob broke through at the tone of his voice as he left. Why were some creatures just so...so horrible?
"I wanna go home, Jicho," Laini whined softly, the bat giving a small, reassuring squeeze with his feet before gently guiding the Goddess back towards the den. She wouldn't be exploring by herself again anytime soon.
FIN
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