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 Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 8:02 am
We meet again: Yejide and Nkole - X
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 8:03 am
The price of Freedom: Yeiluj and Nkole - X
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 10:43 pm
Your hurt! - Yeliuj and Nkole X
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 9:39 pm
Rivarly? Friends? - Aysun/Chandra/Nkole/Teiluj X
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 7:36 am
Over Dinner - X - Nkole/Teiluj/V'demhe/Virain
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 8:52 am
Solo - These ghosts that haunt me
Flashes....faces...and voices. A blur of movement that always seemed rather threatening despite the fact there were no violent actions being portrayed. A dark figure that would grasp his shoulders, whispering doubts into his ears. Telling him that he would be betrayed that he needed to leave that he couldn't trust them. Though he tried to ask whom the shadow was referring to only to find that he held no voice of his own. The figure was always shrouded in darkness, the voice that was eerily familiar.
Nkole would wake in a cold sweat, his head aching with pain. A hand to his forhead as he massaged his temples trying to ease the tension that had grown since he was fitfully sleeping. Rolling to his side he lay feeling the damp bed beneath him, it was unpleasant and uncomfortable. Feeling like he was going under the lure of sleep he mustered his will to stay awake. He didn't want to go back immediately to his dream state. Fenri raised his head as his alpha got up watching him with a half lided gaze that betrayed the beasts on sleepiness. Still with a yawn and a slow deliberate stretch he trotted after its master.
Nkole had stopped to look out the window a arm laying against the sill as he looked out the night sky, he glanced over as he spotted the familiar figure of Fenri coming up to his side. The beast was getting bigger and bigger every time he looked at him. Now coming up to his waist he was all legs still a pup in mind and often was seen tripping over its own feet when he played. A hand coming down to caress the top of the creatures head he returned his gaze back up at the night sky he could glimpse through the tree leaves.
Glancing back into the room he had been so generously allowed to stay in he felt a pang of guilt. Should he be trying to figure out who he was? Discovering the point of that ornate and rather useless dagger? There was some part of him that felt desperate to rediscover himself and yet...
His eyes went to the door to his room, knowing that Teiluj was in another room close by he closed his eyes and sighed. He was a corward he knew this. He feared he could lose her. What if...he discovered something he didn't want to know? Giving a final pat to Fenri's head he walked back to his bed, looking at the rumpled sheets. Wondering if he should try to get back to sleep.
His body was exhausted and nearly brought him to lay down without him thinking. Laying on the bed it was when his eyes were about to shut that he realized what he was doing. His eyes snapped open and he groaned. Nkole knew he couldn't avoid sleep forever but to dive right back into the madness was terrifying. The thud of his heart against his chest was racing, was he such a coward in his past life? Afraid of what the shadows were saying...perhaps he should consult a spirit walker about his dreams and the nature of them.
Nkole rolled to his side a moment his eyes catching on the neglected scabbard and dagger that sat on a stool near his bed side. It had been quite awhile since he had looked it over or even held it. Something about its presence felt foreboding. Like it was a talisman that would bring doom upon him. Laying there he looked at it in the dim light, a ray of moon light managed to catch on its hilt causing it to glitter cooly in the night air.
Sighing he reached out and carefully picked it up. Scarily it didn't feel out of place in his hands, it held a shape and weight that screamed familiarity. Nkole knew just by a glance that it was ornamental, it held no functionality what so ever so why did it feel like he had wielded it at some point? Against whom? Was it just an idle threat?
A face flickered into recognition before fading back behind a veil of shadows. A blonde hair...figure. Male. The feelings towards him left a bitter taste in his mouth though he couldn't tell you why. His head hurt and he looked away from the weapon in his hands and gently put it down beside him on top of the sheets. A hand going to his temple again as he struggled to put a name to such a face only to be grasping at thin air. Other faces...it was like they came to the forfront when he wasn't trying to think about them too hard, but as soon as he tried to focus they would tease him and retreat to the back of his mind out of reach.
Though he desired to have his memories return...he must of have family that was worried about him. Perhaps even friends. Nkole though was mostly worried about one thing and perhaps it was the weight of that fear that caused him to avoid the issue of his forgotten memories. Teiluj. He was happy with her, enjoying life one day at a time. Seeing her bright and beautiful face made his heart ache and he didn't with to lose that. Why though was he so afraid of discovering himself? What could he of been like in his past that would cause him to hold such a fear?
Maybe it was better this way. If he didn't remember whom he was then he didn't have to be dragged down by the baggage of the past. Nkole could make a new life here with Teiluj. Maybe training radaku pups, or he could look into some other trade. He would make sure he was helpful to her in any way possible. Laying his hand down his fingers grazed the scabbard and it caused him to flinch.
Pushing the weapon aside he decided that in the morning he would get rid of the constant reminder of his past. Once and for all.
Morning came, through fitfull sleep Nkole awoke to the typical sounds of breakfast being made. Rolling over to discover Fenri had decided to join Nkole on the bed thus partially crushing him. The radaku was getting too big to join him on the bed, but..it had become a habit hard to break since Nkole had been a softy and allowed the creature to sleep with him when it was a young pup. Now grown the creature was becoming a nuisance, trying to act like a pup and yet retaining the body of a near adult.
Groaning he pushed the creature to allow him to slide past. The dagger he had sworn to get rid of come morning temporarily forgotten as he stumbled out of the bed.
"Come on you lazy thing...Yeiluj will be waiting for us to train..I don't want you to be chomping on my arm again the instant I get on you..." Grumbled Nkole as he tried to pull the radaku off the bed. Earning him a glare from the creature as he yawned, stretched its long limbs and re-positioned itself on the bed. The decision to learn how to ride felt natural,especially since he was helping raise the pups. Perhaps he also didn't want anything to do with the dagger as it had been asked of him if he was going to learn how to wield it. Despite the fact he had it...he knew just by looking at it..that it wouldn't even be able to cut through basic twine, plus he didn't want to.
Fenri was a good memory, given to him by Teiluj..and he would much rather learn something that would keep him close to her.
Word Count: 1071 FIN
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 8:57 am
Quest
Prentice -> Rider Summary plot points: Up until now Nkole has been living a shadow of a lie. Though it isn't his fault that he lost his memories, fell in love with a girl and was reluctant to get those memories back. Nkole will be forced to have to make a choice as memories will start to make themselves clear to him as well his previous life and attitude threatening all he has gotten up to this point. Will old prejudices get in the way of love? Will he give up all he knew to abandon his previous life?
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He was standing in an open plain. The sand lay bare before him, still warm from the suns rays. The night sky twinkled as time past, the moon traveling across the inky backdrop at a pace that was too fast by normal means. The sun...which had what felt like moments ago fallen was now rising again. Nkole felt the blistering heat touch his skin, the light burn his eyes before ..once against dusk had fallen. He was transfixed, unable to move from the spot as his skin would blister from sunburns and heal just as quickly.
The desire to scream was denied him, he was frozen. Whilst time raced on ahead. The young man could feel his heart starting to race in his chest the longer he was forced to stay in one spot. At his back...he felt that there were people moving past him, he could swear that he heard the sounds of voices blurred together, and the soft tred of footsteps. At one point he felt as if there was someone directly behind him. Its presence remained there for some time before finally turning and leaving him alone.
It was agony. There had been nothing more he wanted to do but to leave or at least turn to face this unknown yet familiar terrain. What was behind him? It made him curious and yet full of dread. Perhaps it was better this way to remain oblivious to the things behind him. If he was not meant to know then so be it, he would continue to stare our into this desert were nothing seemed to live and only the passage of the sun and moon were constant figures trailing through the sky.
Suddenly a weapon was thrown from behind to land in front of him. As if a spell was broken Nkole felt his body loosen, air escaped between his lips as he looked to the ground before him. A dagger in a sheath sat in the sand, the sun had stopped its race across the sky as if now time had frozen but had allowed Nkole this chance to react. Shivering despite the heat, Nkole knew he had to turn around to face whoever had thrown the weapon.
'Pick it up...' Came a withered voice from behind, though withered was not exactly the best way to describe it. The mans voice...sounded hollow as if it came from a vessel that was empty. Nkole felt like he was holding his breath, hoping no..praying that the voice would leave him.
"Pick it up....' it repeated, and though Nkole desperately wanted to turn to face the being that was instructing him he instead stood looking down at the weapon.
"Why...? Is it that important?" Nkole managed to breath out the words he felt were being stolen away in the gentle breeze that had begun. Sand tickled over his toes as a silence hung in the air.
'It is ..your birth right...'
The voice spoke again, though it avoided answering his question directly instead leaving him with even more questions. How could a chunk of metal, a decorative weapon of little use be his birth right?
"Why should I?" Nkole demanded anger seeping into his tone, an old familiar emotion which warmed through his body. Not enjoying the feeling he shifted uncomfortably. Flinching as a hand came to rest on his shoulder, fingers grasping into his skin tightly..and threateningly.
'You are but a lie. A fake. Take the dagger become the person you are suppose to be.' The voice was right in his ear, he could feel his hot breath against him as he spoke. Unable to resist shivering the voice gave a low chuckle,
'You are afraid...you are weak....' It stated in a matter of fact tone as a second hand went to grasp his other shoulder. Nkole knew that he spook the truth, he was cowardly. Too afraid to face his previously life in case he lost what he had gained up until now. Rubbing his arms as if trying to warm himself up despite the sun shining brilliantly down upon him.
"I am afraid..." He admitted, it was hard to admit when one was fearful...in this case terrified,
"I don't want to lose..." Nkole spoke slowly and then paused. He had been about to say that he didn't want to risk losing Teiluj but...in all honestly that wasn't it. It took him several moments to muster up the strength to finish his sentence.
"myself..." As the word hung int he air before him Nkole felt forced to hang his head. The brutal truth was he was scared of loosing himself, more so than losing Teiluj. It was as if he knew that the way he behaved right now was only due to the circumstances he was in. Deep down..he knew he wasn't himself but was...like an entirely different person living in the shell of a body that didn't belong to him.
'You are an impostor...take the dagger and end this charade.' Whispered the voice dripping with venom. Full of menance it only caused Nkole's body to tremble.
'They are waiting for you ...the real you.' Continued the voice though it spoke in a somewhat mocking tone and Nkole felt it release his shoulders and take a step back. 'Their poor son who never returned from the war...thought dead despite the fact his remains were not located and brought home for proper burial.'
"Stop it." Nkole whispered his hands coming up to his ears as if trying to block out the voice. War? He had never been in a war...had he? What war? Who had he been fighting? And for what purpose?
'They wonder...every day if its their fault for sending you away....to find your...'
"Stop it!" Nkole pleaded as the words invaded his head despite trying to block it out. He didn't want to hear it he didn't want to know, though he had thought he may have family he had always pushed it to the back of his mind. Too content to stay with Teiluj and enjoy what he had now. Nkole didn't want to wake up from the dream which had become his life.
His eyes felt blurry, not he couldn't crumble here. He wouldn't become the shadow. Nkole's gaze landed...on the dagger in the sand before him. The voice began to finish what he was saying when Nkole darted forward, his hand snatched out; grabbing the dagger and unsheathed it. It was for once..not something that could only be shown off, but a sharp blade and the tip of it impaled on the figure that had been behind him.
His mark had been true, perhaps it had been fate as his eyes had been closed when he plunged the weapon deep into the chest of his oppressor. A gurgling sound...the sound of blood frothing from a mouth. Silence. Then. A chuckle. When Nkole opened his eyes, he was startled to discover that the person he had stabbed...was himself. Eyes wide he dropped the hilt of the weapon though it still stuck fast into his doppelgangers chest. The other version of himself collapsed into him, forcing him to sit down so it slipped into his lap and Nkole tried all his might to push the body off of himself, but it was immobile and heavy as rock .
Another low chuckle emitted from the body, and like something rising from a grave it grabbed hold of his arm dragging itself up so it could look into his face.
'You...will never win...they wait for the real you....seek out...your sister.'
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Nkole bolted himself away, a hand to his chest as a low ache had appeared there. Exactly where the wound had been placed on his shadow. His head felt like it was going to split. A series of images and memories rose unbidden within his mind. He gritted his teeth as if trying to plug up the damn, not allowing himself to be washed away by a tide of emotions that had been buried for too long. One face though...rose to the surface. It would not go away. Her as a child, her laughter, the way they played. He had lost her...found her...then lost her again. "Yejide." Came the unsteady whisper into the night air. The name meant nothing and yet everything to him. Nkole was slow..unwilling as he sifted through memories. This girl was important to him. Though he couldn't exactly pinpoint why, which was frustrating. He had feelings for this girl...no..woman he corrected himself as his memories arranged themselves haphazardly in his mind. Feeling sick to his stomach he took deep breaths, trying to settle himself down before he would become ill. Fenri who had been sleeping seemed prone to keeping one eye on its alpha when it came time to rest. Getting up as Nkole stirred it came to stand before his bed. Resting its head gently on Nkole's lap in an unbidden display of affection. Looking down at the creature Nkole had to remind himself where he was, though a name had come back to him...what did this mean for him? Should he drop everything to find this woman? What would Teiluj think? Would she be outraged? Understanding? Hunching over Fenri's head he wrapped his arms around the beast as if hoping to find something to keep him from drowning in this sea of uncertainty. As the new memories settled like leaves onto the forest floor he had a better understanding of who this woman was. He loved her. But it was a different sort of love from the one he held for Teiluj. A love out of obligation, one that he couldn't bring himself to hate no matter what she did to him. Weither it be to make him worry, to tease him. Sighing as he lifted his head Nkole knew that he would have to go out to search for her. A hunch to where to start would be his homeland. Nkole had an idea based on his dream that he was from a desert like place. It was a place to start, even if he had no idea which way to go. Perhaps Teiluj would be willing to come with him. To be honest Nkole feared that the voice from his dreams...the shadows taunting would come true if he was forced to go alone. His biggest fear now being that she would refuse. Would he be content to remain here? Knowing now that there was someone he knew out there? Someone who felt like he would regret never seeing again. "Fenri...looks like..we are going to have to get that saddle made for you sooner rather than later." Nkole sighed, giving the radaku a scratch on the back of his neck. He had planned on training with the adolescent for some time now, testing saddle bags on the creatures back to get him use to the weight. He had been taught much by Teiluj and by following Maya's example. Making up his mind he looked over to where the dagger lay, silently and yet it felt like it was mocking him. He knew he had family he had to find, perhaps if he worded it in such a way it wouldn't plant a seed of doubt or worry in Teiluj. Even now remembering what little he did, his feelings for her remained unchanged. Sighing Nkole realized quite quickly that he wasn't going to returning to sleep any time soon. It was going to be a long night of him fretting and worrying. He would see about speaking to Teiluj in the morning. Perhaps...if he spoke to her about his memories things would become clearer to what path he should be taking. Word Count: 2066 FIN
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