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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 11:26 am
[☾ ✦ RP ☾ ✦] Monsters? [☾ ✦ RP ☾ ✦] [- Roleplay Located Here -]
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[- 7 Posts -]
[- Ondine x Sriina -] Ondine meets a Matori woman and they discuss the rumor of monsters sprouting from the ground in the south.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:15 am
[☾ ✦ E ☾ ✦] Remembering the Past [☾ ✦ E ☾ ✦] [- Event Located Here -]
[- 785 words -] Ondine, for once, was not dancing in the waves. She was getting older, and more curious of her surroundings, and as a result was often spending time observing her parents when they were together. Almost all of her life, she saw her mother, a beautiful matori woman with rich dark hair and eyes that matched Ondine's own. The woman was her life bringer, and was the one who helped raise her whenever her father traveled.
Her father traveled quite a bit when she was younger, not giving her any solid reasons outside of work. Ondine wasn't foolish, and with her pointed ears she could hear the soft words of her parents late at night. They spoke of danger, of how the borders still were not safe and how her father needed to travel home to help his family. Even after settling with a new life, he had to make the journey to make sure all was alright.
And then, the women with black eyes attacked.
Ondine watched her mother cry as her father marched off to war, hidden away and forced to pretend she had no clue. She was young, but even she knew that her father was in some sort of danger, because her mother had never cried like that. It was then she approached her mother and asked what war was, something that both had uncomfortably spoken about in detail as they waited for her father to return.
"Momma..." Ondine would whisper each night as she was tucked away, the moon looking down through her window as the sea breeze tickled her nose, "...when will daddy come home...?"
"Soon...soon..."
Every night, as they waited for her father to return home, Ondine softly asked when it would happen. And after she asked, she would always reach out with her small arms to get a hug from her mother, seemingly endless in length as she tried to give her mother as much comfort as she was receiving.
After what felt like years, the soldiers who decided to march to war returned to the villages. Word was faster than the pace of the men and women, so Ondine heard of their journey well before they appeared on the beaches. Tears and stories were shared, and both the hybrid child and her mother waited with baited breath for a dark skinned man to walk past the blue of the matori. When he finally arrived, both mother and daughter ran with tears in their eyes to welcome him home.
Ondine wasn't really aware of what exactly happened during those wars. She knew that there was damage and hatred, and that wars hurt people and their homes. The young child couldn't imagine what actually occurred with war, beside that it took families away who needed to protect their homes from those who wanted to hurt them. Ondine could understand that, as she was taught right from wrong. Her daddy was doing right, against those who wanted to do wrong.
Still, she wasn't too satisfied with her father being back all worn and exhausted, clearly having done so much to fight against the wrongs of the world. She wanted to help.
Ondine, for all of her youth, wanted to be like her daddy and help protect the world from the evils around it. She wanted to grow up strong, so that no child like her needed to cry in their sleep waiting for their parents to come home. She didn't want to see her mother lose sleep over a husband that might not come home. She was young, but she had a sense of justice, and knew she wanted to do what it took to make sure that what she felt wouldn't happen to anyone else.
The past was something she couldn't change, but as she grew older Ondine knew she needed to take it to heart. Her father was finally able to settle down in the sands, believing with the win over the dark eyed women that his home was finally safe from harm. He was finally able to spend time with the wife he found across the sands, and teach Ondine a bit more about her heritage and shifting skin.
Yes, she may not have been part of the war, or aware of exactly what was happening outside of the beaches she called home, but Ondine was by no means unaffected. She grew up seeing the pain, and the happiness, of her family, and she knew which one she preferred. So instead of learning how to fish, or to bake, Ondine was determined to learn how to fight so she could defend those she loved. That is what she learned from the wars of her past.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 2:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 10:54 am
Congratulations!Congrats to Ondine for becoming a Prentice!  Congrats Ondine!
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 7:22 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 7:23 am
Travel Solo
It took months to travel across Matori, through Oba, and around Jauhar to reach the Shifter camps bordering tale. Ondine, although young and willful, was limited by her parent's pacing and the need to rest constantly between jobs. Her father, once a great warrior and a man who had participated in many wars, had settled as a guard and escort for shipments, and was valuable in the land now riddled with bandits.
Bandits, oh! What an interesting concept to the ever growing girl. Ondine believed in honor and justice, but the idea of not being bound by parents, by roles, was a bit romantic to the excitable girl. She knew she was lean and strong, and she often imagined being a bandit and fighting against the monsters who hurt her mother and displaced her father. Sure, they supported Obans now, but she was a pure representation of two of the races those fire-bringers once held down.
Late at night, she pretended she was some hero, who would free wayward slaves hidden in the depths of Oban homes, fighting alongside bandits to free money stolen away. It was warped, but she always imagined coming back with her team of friends and making sure that justice was served to those who dwelled in the dark depths of the lands.
Eventually, as they settled in a camp away from the border of Oban and the scars of the wars, Ondine found herself restless. She wanted to wander and explore, and felt more than justified with her age and wisdom. No longer was she being taught basics, and she didn't quite like the gentle tidings of her mother to become a good wife or her father reassuring that he would protect her.
She like training, deep in the night as her skin glowed, and she wanted to keep training. She tried the clunky weapons, but nothing felt the same as using her fists on the training dummies. There was control, focus, and she felt stronger once she was done. If she lingered to watch the young boys brawl outside of the bar each night, she didn't mention it to anyone. If she wanted to join, she resisted.
Each time she walked away, however, it was difficult.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 7:39 am
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