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 Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 4:24 pm
Azimene smiled at her friend and was pleased to hear even a sliver of pleasure and vindication within his words. That was more the spirit! "You may include my injuries, too," she assured. "We may have been in danger, but we persevered. If he had found someone alone, or someone younger, or smaller, or less trained, maybe someone would be grieving this day. I say we did a job well done, good sir." And she'd take some pride in that, if nothing else. They survived. . . and that was wonderful!
Glancing down at her wounds as they walked, Azimene was relatively pleased. Nothing felt broken, but she knew she'd be stiff and sore for at least a few days, and some of her wounds would need be cleaned out until they were better healed. If only her Uncle Azzinoth were around. . . they'd be back to good in no time if that were the case.
. . .maybe.
The flipside of that was if Azzinoth were around, than Azumoth wouldn't be long on his heels. Perhaps her injuries were better off left to the elements then to face her father's wrath if he ever found out. She'd be disowned, she was certain, and Guirien torn to pieces. No. . . best to keep this just between them, at least for now. Maybe by the time she'd make it back to the mountains she'd be more of less in one piece. Still, the mare wasn't so foolish -- she knew her father would find out one day. Just not today.
So it was, she stopped when Guirien stopped, and took a glance at his wing. They still hadn't really checked out one another's injuries, and she worried for it. It certainly didn't look right . . . but she didn't dare ask. Not yet. "I think that'll suit. . . If we could find a place to rest for awhile, I'd appreciate it." Not only could they scope out the extent of the damage done, but her bones and muscles ached, and staying in the river too long wasn't likely good for her general health. She hadn't coughed up blood yet, but she felt the familiar tickle and coppery taste in the back of her throat. Best not to push it, after all.
Once the shock wore off, she was sure to have a rough time of it. '"I really am glad to have to found you again, Guirien," she confessed, taking a few steps forward, anxious to be closer to the rocks and out of sight for good. With luck, the spirits would be kind. "I know i couldn't have done this alone." And that was a fact. . . one her pride hated to admit. She was well and truly grateful.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 3:49 pm
Guirien couldn't help but grimace yet again at Azimene's words; the idea of that brute of a Kalona stumbling over a foal, or a sleeping oldster, was enough to turn his stomach. Even now, battered and bruised as he and Azimene were in the wake of their battle, he couldn't help but feel a trifle uneasy about the fact the Kalona had been able to leave under his own steam; he might be injured, but the Kalona was still mobile and able to do a serious amount of damage to anyone he caught unawares. Guirien could only take satisfaction in the fact they'd killed the crow familiar and left the Kalona badly injured himself; at least it wouldn't be a whole-scale slaughter if he DID stumble over another Soquili. Or so Guirien could only hope. He was no dedicated altruist, but the idea of turning a creature like that Kalona out and able to do damage was seriously unpleasant. He knew what his aunt, uncle, or cousins would do in the same situation, but he also knew he and Azimene were in no condition to chase down the Kalona and...well, finish the job. So instead, he tried to simply push the Kalona from his mind; leave the past in the past, and focus on the present. Or was it more the future? Either way, at Azimene's agreement he promptly set off towards the rocky outcropping, feeling that any hiding place, even one as admittedly uncomfortable as a rock pile, would be a good thing in their current state. Giving Azimene a smile as he waded towards the shallows of the river, he nodded his head at her in what he hoped was an encouraging fashion. "We did do good, Azi, and I know we deserve a rest. I bet we can squish into that opening under the rocks; it might be a bit cosy for a long-term rest, but we should be out of sight and able to get some rest until nightfall, at which point I think we should be able to move a bit less...obviously," he said with a slight shrug at his coat. Azimene's white coat would present its own challenges in low-light conditions, but she'd blend in a LOT better, with her dark hair, than Guirien ever would on a bright sunny day. Not that he was going to complain about how the day had turned out; it might not have been an ideal day, but... "Well, I'd like to say it was my pleasure, Azi, but how about the next time we meet, we choose a less painful activity to keep us entertained? Like...provoking a nest of hornets, maybe," he said with a chuckle before getting a bit more serious. "I'm glad we were able to get each other's back, too. And speaking of backs...would you care for the back of the crawl space," Guirien said, gesturing to the small cave with a grand sweep of his good wing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 2:12 pm
Azimene was relieved that they could get out of the water and take some time to rest. Her body was already aching from the cuts and bruises she sustained from the battle -- not to mention her illness. While the taste of blood was never unusual for the mare, she feared how her body would respond in the next few days. She wasn't used to such exertion, but could only hope she wouldn't collapse in a heap of sickness on their voyage. A small part of Azimene couldn't help but feel homesick . . . but, she reasoned, having had to fight for her life and Guirien's, was as good a reason as any to miss the comfort -- and safety -- of home.
Still . .. this was the adventure she had wanted, wasn't it? And at least she had Guirien by her side. That was comforting in its own right.
"Deal!" She agreed with a smile, picking her way out of the water and over to their temporary abode. "If the hornets are indisposed, than we might at least frolic among the bramble bushes, or, if we're close to my homelands, we can simply go fetch my father and wake him from his afternoon naps." She gave a good laugh at that, one that ended in a cough. "Well, I suppose this isn't so bad," she assessed as soon as she made herself as comfortable as she could. It was cold and damp and hard but . . . she felt safer than being out in the open, and that was a feeling she wouldn't trade for the world. "I think a good rest will suit us both well. . . I don't know where you were heading, but I hope you don't mind me traveling with you for the duration." It occurred to her she hadn't exactly asked to stick around, and she could only hope he wouldn't mind. Azimene didn't want to travel alone right now -- she'd been growing weary of her solo journey before the kalona, and now, she absolutely dreaded it. Until she was back on more familiar or trusted lands, she hoped her friend wouldn't object.
With luck, Guirien would understand.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 4:03 pm
Guirien was chuckling as Azimene played along with his 'more fun than a Kalona fight' theory, even going so far as to add a few creative options of her own! However, his mirth ended abruptly with her blithe reference to her father; fortunately, Azimene wasn't looking at him at that point, because his face fell harder than a wing-clipped wind in flight. Her father. Now, Guirien wasn't the sort to be easily intimidated. He'd grown up with Kalona relatives, after all, and fighting had been his favorite pastime since foalhood. He was confident that there was no one on EARTH more terrifying than his aunt Loveless when she was angry; not even the Kalona he and Azi had just fought was that scary, at least in terms of looks. But Azimene's father, the one time Guirien had met him, had been something else entirely. Somehow, Guirien didn't think Azumoth would appreciate what his daughter had been through today; the fact she survived with minimal harm done would likely do little to appease the obviously strong paternal instincts of her father. So much for rest and relaxation; out of one problem, and into another! Still, he waited until Azimene was well and truly ensconced in the little crawl-cave before wriggling in after her and bringing up the awkward thoughts he'd just had. "I will happily stay with you until further notice, Azi; we were in this together, after all...and I wouldn't put it past your father, if he ever catches wind of this escapade and though I left you alone, to personally hunt me down." He paused, realizing how that must sound, then corrected with a slight chuckle, "Though don't think it's fear of your father than motivates me; the fear is a distant third to my other reasons." Again, Guirien paused, narrowing his eyes slightly at Azimene on the heels of her latest cough. "Azi, are you sure you're ok?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 12:27 pm
Cajmera Tag! I . . suspect we're starting to move into the wrapping of this RP over the next few tags. << Just a feeling though. Can discuss what we might wish to do with the duo next on AIM or somesuch, haha.
Well.
Maybe, by the time they made it back to more familiar territory, they'd both be in better shape. She still feared for Guirien's wing, but having none herself, she couldn't begin to assess how damaged it might be. "Well, I'm glad you're here, come what may. I know my father has a temper, but I'm already in over my ears with him . . . If he happens to show up with you around, I'll vouch for your valiant behavior." She wasn't sure that would do much good, but was fairly confident Azumoth's anger would be entirely on her. She deserved it, after all . . . but stubborn natures ran in their family, and things wouldn't have lead to her running away had they simply loosened her reins. As it stood, Azimene wasn't going to sit around and wait for them to get around to doing so -- she had cut her tethers and found her independence.
When he questioned her cough, the mare gave a dismissive shake of her head. "I'm . . not feeling so good, but . . . that's not exactly uncommon. I'm just cold and wet and sore and tired . . . I'll be better after some rest." Maybe. Hopefully. The stress of the day was likely going to leave her worse for wear, but she'd fake it for as long as she had to. Guirien had enough to worry about without her condition flaring up. ". . .How're you though? Is your wing going to be okay?"
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