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❂ Tytus

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Sabra Knight

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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2017 5:31 pm

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❂ Lancer Solo 3 ❂
A Mount for Me

“Good morning.” Tytus waved a hand towards the golden beast which stared at him from across the fields, “Oh come on, are you that upset?” The Xaraan seemingly snapped its beak in response as the Oban hopped over a fence and approached it. If Tytus wasn’t so familiar with the beast by now he would have been tempted to bolt right back over that fence. For any outside it looked like the way the Xaraan dug its claws into the dirt that it was preparing to charge at him and that was definitely a cause for alarm. Tytus, however, was unnerved and instead approached the beast with an assured smirk.

It wasn’t like Rakan had killed him just yet and he doubted it would want to do so today either, “You just like looking tough, right?” Teased Tytus as he held up a bag that was bulging from all the treats and feed he had stuffed it with. Grain, fruit pieces and all of the Xaraan’s preferred veggies were inside of it and Tytus taunted the beast by just barely opening the top for him to inspect, “I mean if you really don’t like me then I could let you run away and you’ll just have to miss out on this…”

Angrily the Xaraan clicked its tongue at him before darting its head forward towards the bag, “Alright, alright.” Tytus chuckled as he placed the bag on the ground, fully opened, so that Rakan could enjoy his meal. Even though Tytus hadn’t brought the Xaraan into the stables just yet he had kept him out here in the fields under his secret spot where he knew no one would bother the creature. It was still too early and Tytus wanted to fully train with the creature so that it would bond with him. The last thing he wanted was for some bratty noble, also known as Yu’s younger brother, to come and try to claim the beast for himself. The boy already had a stick up his a** considering the exotic beauty that Tytus had enticed from his side and Tytus was wise to keep on the downlow so that no more conflicts would arise. At least for the time being since he accepted that there would probably be a bit of a rocky patch up ahead. An irritating trouble for certain but something he was steeling himself for. Not only would he have to steel himself for that but also for his new role as a fighter, something he had sought to avoid for so many years by hiding in some stables. The thought made Tytus chuckle. His father would have flayed him had he seen how his child, the child of an esteemed captain, had run away from all his responsibilities to instead live as someone’s servant.

“Good thing his ghost can’t do that.” Tytus chuckled before he moved to wrap his arms around the Xaraan’s neck. Even if the creature tried to appear too noble and a bit rude to others Tytus knew that it was there for him, “I’ll need you to be on your best behavior in the future, Rakan.” He whispered as he rubbed his cheek against Rakan’s neck, “After all what lancer rides a creature that attacks his own comrades?” As the Xaraan made a disgruntled noise Tytus pulled away with a laugh, “What? Is that some sort of protest?” He shook his head and patted Rakan’s back, “You enjoy those treats too much to be that much of a jerk.”

He was thankful though that Arron had secured such a fine mount for him. Tytus could already imagine riding into battle with the creature, they had already burned through the Xaraan races together and proven to be in sync. If they could race together then surely they could ride together, “You’ll definitely prove to be a fine mount.” Tytus smiled as he took out a brush and began to slowly groom the creature. Hopefully in a few months even Arron could see him riding Rakan and be proud...the thought made his insides flip-flop a bit but Tytus was thankful for the knots that gathered there. It seemed that such fears would be with him for a while now that he had someone to care for and a future to work towards.

How could one prove to be brave without facing a bit of fear and apprehension first?

He would face this and thankfully he wouldn’t be alone. Even if others saw a Xaraan as a simple beast Tytus knew better. Rakan would prove to be a good companion and a strong mount for him. There was plenty of intellect behind those stubborn actions and he was going to prove that. The question was could he prove that he himself had enough wit for the tasks up ahead? Or would he be forever known as a reckless and stubborn fool? Surely not now that he had someone steady in his life to help keep him on a true path. He would work hard for her and make certain to keep this new chapter a happy one.

One would say it was about time I grew up. Tytus smirked as he scooped up the empty bag and tossed it into his satchel, “For now let’s just start with some basic tracks, okay?” He rubbed the Xaraan’s beak before reaching over and mounting the beast in one graceful movement. If anything at least he could look good while riding. Tytus smirked at the thought before nudging his mount forward.

(WC 931)

Conclusion Tytus is preparing for some serious changes and realizes he needs a mount - thankfully he was gifted a Xaraan, Rakan, who will accompany him in the future as his familiar.

Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 4:46 pm

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❂ Lancer Growth Solo❂
Letting go and moving forward

“Woah boy.” Tytus pulled on the reins and halted the Xaraan right outside of an all too familiar abode. While familiar it wasn’t in the exact condition of the Oban’s memories as the outside had been taken over by trails of ivy and the windows that once stayed open constantly so that one could get a good breeze and also hear the traces of laughter and conversation inside were now tightly sealed shut. Sand covered the front steps and there was nothing to hint at life save for where perzi paws had graced the doorstep with their presence. The faintest of a smile flickered across his features as he bent down to carefully brush the dirt from the worn stones, “So much for keeping up with this place, Arron.”

Not like he could blame his second father since the man was constantly out and about for business with the Army. Truthfully even then he doubted that Arron linger in this place, no he would rather stay in his office or in the encampment with the rest of the soldiers. Not that Tytus was any different - even now he would rather allow the house to stay empty instead of staying here. There were just too many memories, too much pain in these walls. The Oban clenched his jaw before forcing his legs to take those first steps forward towards that door which loomed like a dark shadow before him. Ever so slowly his fingers unfurled so that they could clasp at the key taken from his belt and twist it into the lock that had kept the door intact for so many weeks, something that was acknowledged in the loud groaning protest that the hinges gave at movement. To venture inside of his childhood home was to enter a mausoleum, a graveyard of a place that once held so much laughter and light. Tytus couldn’t stop the tears that burned in his crimson gaze as he surveyed the cloth covered furniture and the carpets covered with dust.

“Damn, Arron.” He managed to choke out the words before shaking his head and rubbing his gaze, “All this dust really stings.” A lie, but something he still couldn’t resist saying. Was this really the place he wanted to go to now? Tytus found himself hesitating as he surveyed the empty foyer. Before coming to this place he had told himself that this was the correct decision, that it was time to accept his responsibilities, but coming here was a reminder of why he had fled in the first place.

What if something happened to him, the same way his father had left them forever, and then what? What would Seziah do if she had to come to an empty house one day like this because he had been lost doing something heroic? What about their children? Tytus closed his eyes tightly, “What the hell am I supposed to do in this situation?” His father had been such a hero, but for what purpose? To lead some soldiers into battle and get a few shiny metals? How did any of that matter when his family had been left behind in mourning, years of a future together lost in one moment. Those fears, that hurt had caused Tytus to originally give the army a rude gesture before fleeing to his position in the estate as a stable boy. A small job, insignificant to others, but one that allowed him to be himself. He could live freely, away from responsibilities and away from battles that could cost him his life. He wouldn’t have to worry about the lives of others constantly and he wouldn’t have to stick to some code that forced him to try and become that same hero. He could live without ties, without worrying about leaving an empty home like this one day for someone.

Already though he had broken away from that creed by intertwining his life with Seziah’s life. He had found someone who had drawn him in so deeply that he never even pondered over any more flings, no more daring nights with maids, no more flirtations with any pretty face, no more running away from someone’s love. Instead he had been the one to embrace the love first and had chased her so that he could protect her and help her as she adapted to Oba. And now he was a father as well…

But how could he set an example, how could he provide for his family if he kept hiding away from his true inheritance? Tytus found his feet moving forward as he thought of them, “They need me to be the best man that I can be.” Such thoughts, such desires kept away the fear that had paralyzed him all those years ago when he had fled from this house. Even when he had dared to visit for a moment or so Tytus had never managed to make it into the room that he stood before now. His father’s room, something that out of all the house had been untouched for years. Even when Arron had tried living here with Tytus this room had stayed closed. It was a sanctuary, a tomb for his father’s memory to linger in.

Yet it couldn’t stay as a tomb forever. Tytus took a deep breath and pressed forward with all of his strength against the door that was so wedged into place. Eventually it did shudder and with a loud groan the door swung inwards to reveal the simple room. The bed was still made with his father’s favorite candles lining the dresser and his favorite sage was sitting there as if waiting to be burned - something his father would do in the evenings he was home in order to relax as he shifted through his mountain of paperwork.

Speaking of which it was the paperwork that Tytus sought. Swallowing against the knot in his throat Tytus ventured towards the familiar desk that took up nearly a whole wall of the room. Papers still rested there, unimportant documents that could stay along with scrolls of news and maps of the regions, and in the center stood one set of documents that Tytus reached for now. His father seal was next to them and ever so slowly the man reached so that he could pick up the crest of the crowned Xaraan rider.

I suppose I’ll just have to be careful and not let myself fall as you did father. The words stung his heart as he thought about it and Tytus had to force his fingers to tighten around the seal. This would be the piece he needed to join the ranks, the piece that would remind him of whose legacy he would continue. It would take a lot of hard work, commitment, and some serious changes to his lifestyle but he knew that he was ready. He had a family to fight for, a future to enjoy rather than a past to linger in. It was time to let go of what was and to finally pave his own way as his father’s true son.

Conclusion:

After losing his father Tytus avoided any true responsibility, instead of picking up his father’s path and training to become a rider the boy ran from home and worked instead as a stable hand. Now that he is starting a family of his own he realizes that he must change and so he accepts that the past is the past and that it is his turn to take the same risks that his father did and to become a warrior. It’s a sign of maturity as he is willing to take responsibility now and also a plot point as it shifts him from being a whimsical stablehand to becoming a dedicated soldier for the Oban Army.

((WC: 1189))