ღ Xarnith

[SwordOfTheDarkOnes]

Growth Solo
A Moment to Realize

There was a moment that he didn’t regret. Leaving his family group to find what it was that made him who he had turned into. He had thought at first that it was the child he wanted to raise, that child who now was being raised by not just him. His Uncle and his...beloved. He gave himself a half smile at the thought, he wasn’t expecting Bisera that was for sure. The jeweler had suddenly dropped into his life and he didn’t feel like letting the other leave just yet. There was something people in his old life would think him crazy or even worse, insane. Though he could care less due to how ridiculously happy he felt just by being near the glittery male. Things were perfect in his mind. He leaned back on the flat rock he was currently resting on. His mind going down the pleasant lane, he didn't notice the figure walking up to him.

“You know...you're a hard person to track down.” a familiar voice reached his ears. With a start Xarnith sprang off the rock he had been on to turn to face. Crystaline blue...shocking yellow streaks...that whip-like braid. He was flawless, as he ever was.

Darvish.

Xarnith took a moment to remember his feelings from all those years ago. He knew them now to be feelings of what would of been a growing attraction. Though, he felt his heart yearn for Bisera even now. He looks to either side for the twins. Not seeing either show up he glanced back to Darvish. “Track...why were you looking for me?”

The elder male wasn’t looking at the younger directly. “Why? Of course...after you left us. I found a calling. Protecting those helpless hybrids that others would seek to enslave. Much like that infant that you bonded with so closely. I have to say Xarnith. Being a nursemaid certainly suited you.” the look to Darvish’s eyes when he finally snapped them to Xarnith. The guard felt his skin prickle and his instincts were instantly put on alert.

A soft growl next to him had him instantly speak softly. “Fractis. Go to Bisera.” it was a common thing for him to say. The youth controlled his tone as to not set off the elder before him. This wasn’t a battle, at least not in the normal sense. More in the battle of wills and words. He glanced down only a second to make sure the teal prezi was off. Then he turned his eyes back to Darvish.

“Bisera.” Darvish let the name roll off his tongue. “That Wind Jeweler your with...he any good?” there was a devilish smirk that Xarnith decided not to raise his ire at. It was wiser to remain calm. Wiser to remain--- “I bet all I have to do is gain his trust just a little--”

Restraint his left foot. Which is exactly what collided with Darvish’s face the moment Xarnith understood what the male intended. Xarnith easily regained his balance as Darvish landed on the rocky ground. With a serious expression he leveled a glare down at the other.

“If you are hinting at approaching Bisera, my jeweler for any reason other than to request for his services. I highly recommend that the piece you request be for a cherished partner.” he spoke evenly as he walked back to his perch. Sitting with one knee brought up to rest his arm on. “Now, before I carry on with my temper. What do you want Darvish?”

It was taking Xarnith everything in his body and will not to go at Darvish again. He just wanted to make it perfectly clear who it was that got Bisera. Bisera wasn’t an object to Xarnith, he was someone of importance. He knew Darvish well enough. Knew how the Group Leader saw the females that were around him as his Wives. They were his trophies. They weren’t beings. If Darvish was anything like his Father...there was a shiver that ran along his more relaxed side. The other tensed even more so. Darvish sat up, wiping away a little bit of blood from when he bit his lip with the force of the kick.

“You.” he smirked. “All I want is you, Xarn.” he stood as the other wind male’s eyes went marginally wider. “That’s why I’ve been tracking you down. So. Xarnith. Come with me. Leave that jeweler...he’s no warrior. You need a warrior who can spar you onto greater strengths!” as he spoke the elder male walked slowly forward.

Xarnith jumped off the rock to back away from the other. “You're insane! What I need is not a warrior for a partner. No. That will turn me into one who sees power above what I found is more important. The beauty in a person’s personality. Their Soul. Their actions, words...everything but their strength.” He paused a moment at those words. Where did he learn that? How? Then moments flashed through his mind. The Janarim Boneyard. The marketplace. Every moment he woke to see Bisera sketching Fractis asleep on Nike. Every time he woke to Bisera’s form next or near his own. He took a deep breath. He learned it all from Bisera.

The weak jeweler who found beauty in everything.

He couldn’t let Darvish near Bisera. The elder would only ruin who Bisera was...he gritted his teeth. Darvish blinked as he stopped. “You….” he looked off to the side. “This is pointless. You don’t want to come with me. I suppose I’ll go back to my task.” he turned before slowly looking back to Xarnith. “Mark my words, Xarnith. I will change your mind. That weak little jeweler of yours will turn tail once he learns of the warrior you used to be, the warrior you wanted to become.”

Xarnith felt something cold slip down his spine. The warrior he wanted to become...he recalled that goal well. It was his goal of something to never become. As Darvish walked away, Xarnith slowly sank to the ground. Fractis was sure to have gotten Bisera to bring him back to Xarn’s side. The young man was scared. What would Bisera think of what he was...what he wanted to become before he realized everything he was lacking? Granted. He only realized that he was lacking things...about five minutes ago. With a shiver...and for the first time in his life. Xarnith realized he was scared...truly and honestly scared.

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Lesson Learned

Xarnith has learned that the past doesn't always stay the past. There are things that he has yet to learn of himself as well.
He's never feared quite as much as he is right now...everything was so set in his mind. Its a shock to have something be able to shake him.