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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 8:06 pm
Taijana wished she could help calm Lennart's nerves, but she couldn't even get past her own. The girl was on auto-pilot; everything was happening so fast that she simply didn't' have time to worry over it, but later it would surely come crashing down around her. She winced, biting back a pained cry when Len's fingers clenched hard onto her bony little hips, but now wasn't the time for it. Once both were on top of it the limbara moved forward in a slow lope that turned into a sort of charging 'run'.
Twigs, branches, stones and crystals; nothing could withstand the sheer force of the limbara as it barreled through the trees. At the moment she didn't bother trying to steer it; once it stopped somewhere safe she could figure out a way back from there. Right now they just needed to get far, far away!
"Three times a day." It was odd, how their voices switched tones. While Len's was now little more than a whisper Taijana was forcibly making her own louder than the rampaging limbara so she could be heard. "Every day since I was small." Only one in a set of triplets could posses a soul, and so every day Taijana prayed for the strength to live until it was revealed which of her siblings possessed it. She knew it wasn't her; it couldn't be, but she wanted to be there for them. Maybe this was the spirits way of helping her achieve that goal. They had meant for her to see this capture, to free this limbara with Len and to live.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 3:56 pm
Len’s pulse felt as loud and thudding to her as the crashing of the limbara through the trees or the shouting behind them—though the latter was muting out the further they got, and in reality, her heart couldn’t have even been audible over the wild surrounding noise. Still, it was nearly all she paid attention to at first: the fierce thmmp-thmmp, thmmp-thmp, thmmp-thmp of it in her chest and throat, and her grip on Tai. As long as she had those things, it meant they were still very much alive, and that seemed to be a good thing.
They weren’t even bleeding.
Mostly.
Perhaps a scrape or two here or there.
When they got at least far enough away that the beast seemed content to slow down some, Len finally noticed and loosened — very slightly — her grip, and squinted at the back of the other girl’s head. “Did ya pray just then? Do ya think it helps? I dunno if I could think of somethin’ different to say three times every day…” Perhaps she could, if she was always asking for things, maybe, but that seemed rude and probably unnecessary. “Do ya…mmm…” She shifted her weight uncertainly, hands still fairly solidly clasped to Taijana as she peered warily over the edge of the beast. “Did ya have any plans on how’s about we might go t’ get down after the runnin’ bit?”
She supposed she could just jump. It seemed like that might be the only option regardless, but at the same time, she didn’t especially want to make any sudden, split second decisions that would either enrage the beast or endanger Taijana—or both. So it seemed reasonable at least to ask.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 8:55 am
The Only Black Uke Your post can wrap it up, I think 83
She was terrified, thrilled, nauseous and adrenalized all at the same time! With one hand on her cross bow, the other gripped to the limbara's scaly hide, Taijana felt as if she were the one barreling through the trees. There was just a sense of freedom in this that she doubted could be found anywhere else. It was....it was just...addicting.
She was even disappointed when the limbara slowed, though the vibrations in her blood told her it was for the best. "I-I didn't pray then, but it's the same every day," Tai answered at length. Finding enough of her consciousness that wasn't either sobbing or jumping for joy at what they had done to respond was difficult. "I pray for the strength to overcome death one more day." Short, sweet and to the point. So long as she was alive things could change; not necessarily for the better, but change meant life, so that was just as good to her.
"How about I help you down, unless you want a ride into town? I think...I think I might stick with this guy to make sure they don't take it again." It would have been childish to say that she didn't want off the great, scary thing just because riding it was fun. No, she had to look out for Lennart...yeah, totally just a friend thing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 1:32 pm
Overcome death one more day.
It sounded so morbid but, perhaps, it was what Len did, too, in the end. Just without the praying. Out of range of the poachers finally, another fragment of tension in her eased—though she still was not comfortable atop a wild, massive beast—and she glanced to the ground below. “I…think I can just hop it, but er…” She hesitated, and for reasons unbeknownst to her, the situation seemed reason enough for heat to gather in her cheeks. “You were real brave back there, with all the mainlanders…” Even if it had all seemed terrifyingly dangerous and possibly unnecessary. “I’ll…maybe see ya about again?”
Len’s pulse stutter-hopped as she looked out off the beast, and back towards the city. It was a jump, but—deep breath—she leapt, skitter-rolling to the porous, mossy and leaf-coated earth, fortunately fairly reliably soft, and the instant she was back on her feet, she dashed. Even if the limbara didn’t immediately stampede, it didn’t stop her mind from reminding her that it could in any moment and—well, it just seemed the best idea to get back to familiar territory as quickly as her small legs could carry her.
Clearly, Taijana was quite proficient at caring for her own. Moreso that Len had given her credit for, certainly. It was one small tidbit of information, filed away for future reference. One never knew, after all, when it would be good to have a friend who was willing to shoot something through with a crossbow.
She did hope they met again eventually.
But, perhaps, under less bloody circumstances.
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