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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 5:05 pm
Reserved for Solo - The War
The war...
How did one describe the horrors they had seen in a single day? A young healer who had gone into battle on the hopes that with his magic he could save the lives of those around him fighting, only to end up being the one who had to be healed. Takoda was depressed and perhaps a bit shell shocked by the whole ordeal. Closing his eyes he could still picture the bodies flying, the sounds of the beasts as they roared in anger and pain. The sight of red and the sharp smell of it filling the air around them. Upon opening his eyes he would be reminded that....all of that had happened in the past. Though it hadn't been very long since it had happened it still felt like it had only been moments ago.
Laying in the bed for the wounded he felt sick to his stomach. A hand coming up to rest against his head as his eyes closed and flickered open again quite quickly. If they stayed closed too long the nightmares of the war seemed to haunt him. His thoughts he couldn't escape from, even if he tried very hard to keep his mind blank, to focus on the aches and pains in his body...which were numerous. Totaling up his wounds there was nothing incredible, nothing life threatening. A few bruised ribs, many cuts, scrapes and bruises were apart of the long list of things wrong with him. He had gotten hit so many times that..he supposed that he just ended up passing out due to the pain.
But that didn't explain his mind set. Takdoa hated to admit that he was depressed. His failure at helping those on the battlefield had effected him on many levels. Sure he had managed to help a total of two people, and he wasn't even sure that they had survived the rest of the battle. As a healer, he knew better than anyone that people die. He knew this well and yet...somehow it bothered him. Perhaps it was due to the fact people were dying by the hands of other's that bothered him. They weren't dying from an illness, or from old age. They were dying by an arrow to the chest, from horrendous blood loss, by being crushed to death by those beasts.
And there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening. He wasn't strong enough to prevent the deaths there. Would he ever be? Such dark thoughts made him feel worthless and miserable. His mother...it had been awhile since he had thought of her, and opening his eyes he tried to recall her voice and her image. So much time had passed since his parents deaths, you'd think he would be use to the idea of death but it just shook him up. How did his mother deal with things like this? She was a healer and watched people die around her surely. There was no healer who hadn't had to face the hardships of unavoidable death. So how did they deal with it?
Sighing the shifter wished he could just disappear, he wasn't worthy to hold the title of monk or to heal those around him. A small part of him argued with this fact, after all he had helped many people even stopped a horrible curse from spreading across the land. So why now would he belittle himself? Perhaps it was an escape from the war, it was easier to blame himself than to just accept that countless of people had died to protect their homes.
It made him ponder the course of the war, there had been plenty of options to give them the upper hand, after all Jahaur was their home and thus they knew the dangers that inhabited there. They could of led the Obans to the Menzuri nests and sure the beasts the Oban's had brought would probably of destroyed the massive crystalline bug creatures the poison of the webs could of been enough to subdue a great number of the Oban's people. Takoda flinched at the thought. What was he thinking? Plotting ways that they could of killed more of the enemy? That wasn't how he normally would think. He didn't understand the Oban's way of thinking, after all he didn't want anyone to die regardless if they were the enemy.
Perhaps they had a good reason for invading, they weren't aware of what it was like back in their homeland. Perhaps there was famine a drought something that was pushing them from their home and having to proclaim other lands as their own. The alkidikes had done something similar in the past, though their reasons had been to protect the forest and thus drive out the invaders. The people from Oban however wished to rule over other races...so did his theory support this desire?
Takoda could never understand how people thought things through. The war had cost lives, but couldn't this all of been avoided through diplomacy? The fact they had just ridden in with swords drawn must mean they were hostile to begin with, but so had the alkidikes in the past and now he knew several of them and that they only wished to protect their mother tree. Perhaps the Oban's were protecting something precious to them, and they felt they had to strike first in order to keep it safe?
His mind whirled with all the possibilities, he hated to think that there was a race of people that were...just evil. No one could be straight evil right? His mind flickered to the strange bug mages...he hadn't thought of them since his quest to the alkidike home land. They had tried to stop him, but what did they want? Should they be trying to communicate with the creatures? What were they? What was their purpose? All of it was confusing... there was just too much fighting going on.
Sitting up he thought on the young woman who had spoken with him prior to his deep thoughts on the subject. She had tried to make him feel better about himself, but in all honesty he felt as if he needed to train more. In mind and spirit as his body just wasn't suited for the task right now. The path before him was a lonely and confusing one, but luckily he had Jacinthus ..his mate and lover..as well their odd ball of a family. He loved them all, but it was hard to just dismiss the fact their lives would some day come to an end...
Sighing the monk shook his head and tested the strength of his body. Some day he would have to find and thank the young one who had healed him, but for now...he would need to go train.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 5:10 pm
Reserved for Solo - Mind Body and Spirit
Takoda had been distracted, even once he had met up with his mate and confirmed everyone in his family were alive and for the most part well Takoda felt that he needed to train himself and thus excusing himself every day and sometimes several days on end Takoda went to the forest of Jahaur and to his old home.
Coming to it his hand lightly brushed against the walls, it was falling into disrepair and neglected. A sharp pain ran through his heart as he looked upon it. There was no sight of the Nondwa Zuko, perhaps the insect had passed away or left as it seemed Takoda was never to return. He had come here with a young lad by the name of Suaron last time, there was still the evidence of their visit on the table. Moving forward he left the front door open and then went to open the few windows the small home contained to air out the place. Cleaning house was more of a distraction for Takoda, he felt guilty. His mother had died here, his father on the battlefield he felt as if he should be paying more respect to the fallen and dead.
Cleaning up Takoda was no small task but once he was done the home looked liveable again. Looking around he felt like a stranger intruding on someone else's home. The roof had begun to leak, water damage could be seen on the floor and Takoda went about fixing it, it took a better part of the day to thatch a new roof and to clean out the rotten boards once finished he wiped the sweat from his brow and sat on the floor in the middle of his home. Looking around memories were triggered as his eyes landed on familiar objects. Things he never moved as they had belonged to his mother, to his father...he felt as if he didn't have the right to touch their things. A silly thought for a grown man to think.
His mother's smiling face...what had it looked like again? Disturbed that he couldn't recall he stood and moved to a shelf where many unlabeled jars sat. These had belonged to his mother, his father had past before her and thus he had even fewer memories of him. What had his voice sounded like again? Perturbed the shifter lifted a hand to the jar and removed one from the shelf. Moving over to the table he sat it down and carefully removed the lid. A foul smell wafted up and looking down the shifter was disappointed to discover that whatever had been inside the jar had spoiled long ago. Unable to recognize what it had been he was only able to discard the contents outside before he went through and began emptying the rest.
Some of the jars contained dried plants that though were musty smelling still held their shape. Such treasures he kept resealing the jars and placing them in his satchel. Takoda paused as he reached the final jar, his hand lingering on the earthen clay a moment before he moved it over to the table. Feeling like a thief he opened the last one. It contained seeds. Seeds he didn't recognize, they were small hard and round. Picking one up he dared not eat it as he could not tell if they could kill him or not. Swirling the jar the contents rattled around inside and reminded him of the rain hitting the roof.
Perhaps he could let Animah look at these, she had an extensive knowledge of plants...perhaps the seeds could be valuable to her garden. Sealing the jar again he sighed and looking around took a moment to gentle run his hands over the hearth of the fire place. His father had saved his life when he had accidentally got stuck in a menzuri web. He recalled the nightmares and the hallucinations vividly, but why couldn't he recall his fathers face or voice?
His mother loved him, but it was war that had gotten him killed. Takoda couldn't recall if his mother had wept at the news, but she gently explained to him that father was not returning. That the spirits had need of him and thus had claimed his life. She hadn't spoken out of anger or grief, more she had told him a fact of life.
The spirits will claim you when they need you, for some..their the time comes early, for others they live out their lives until they reach a great age. The spirits are not evil, but they keep balance in the world....like how the sun and moon balance each other...so the spirits keep the wicked at bay, but they need good souls to help them fight...
He hadn't understood what she had meant, wither or not it was real or not was up to ones interpretation. Takoda had accepted her words then, so why did it bother him now. One should despise the spirits if they take your loved ones away right? So why had his mother not spoken out about the injustice? She loved her husband, as she loved her son. Takoda's hand slammed down on the table in frustration. Tears gathered in his eyes, how could you simply accept the deaths of those you loved? Because he was left alone for so long, singled out due to his fear of insects he had been ...so use to being alone.
Now he had a mate, someone who loved him for who he was. A bizarre collection of family whom he loved and cherished. He could not understand how one could simply accept their deaths if it was to occur. No...Takoda wasn't going to allow something like this to happen, not if he could prevent it.
"I no not if the spirits have a grand plan mother...perhaps they did need you as they needed my father but I won't be so willing to give up the ones I love to them. I won't be alone...I refuse to be alone anymore." Takoda spoke lowly as if his mother was standing beside him this moment. Moving away he looked at the home..wondering if he should ever come back here...or just sever the ties and never look back.
It was too soon to tell, as Takoda left he figured that his training...could benefit in a place he could come to. Perhaps it served a purpose for a little while longer...
Word Count: 1137 FIN
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 4:07 pm
Reserved for solo - Self Discovery - counts as 2 journal entries at over 2000+ words
The shifter had returned to Tale, depositing the treasure he had located at his other home. He was careful to look upbeat and happy for his mate as he did not wish to cause undue worry for him. This was his training after all and he didn't want Jacinthus to be hovering around looking as if Takoda was about to die any moment.
Day after day Takoda returned to his birth place, his old house and contemplated life. Hours would go by with Takoda spending much of the time meditating. Listening to the sounds of the forest, the wind through the branches, the crunch as animals passed through the underbrush, or howled through the branches above. He would sit on the ground at times and then sometimes up high on a branch. Though it was trickier on a branch as he had to focus on keeping his balance as well trying to keep himself calm.
But even for Takoda, sitting day in and out, hardly eating or drinking was taking a toll on him. He felt haggard and he knew Jacinthus fretted over him when he came home. But there was some primal drive to cleanse himself, to make himself stronger in spirit. He was however noticeably loosing weight, and even his mate would notice this if he couldn't find peace of mind soon.
Perhaps he was trying too hard to find his inner peace and thus it eluded him, like when you think you see something out of the corner of your eye but when you turn to focus on it...its gone. Sighing the shifter felt his shoulders sag, the day had begun like many of the others he had gotten up with the sun and moved to the forest of Jahaur, finding a tranquil spot and returning to his meditation. When his body was stiff from sitting so long and the joints begged for him to move he would open his eyes feeling no different than he had before. Getting up the shifter would study the plants around him, discovering a few rarer ones as he went about his daily visits. Such treasures he picked and treasured, though he was careful not to take too much.
Balance.
It was one of those things that his mother had taught him. To take from the land meant you had to keep balance. If you took too much the plant would wither and die, so you had to spread out the plants you took from and make sure it would continue to thrive. A small chuckle as he realized that he once again felt as if his mother was right beside him. A memory sprung forth as he recalled this lecture when he was little. Clutched to his mothers side as she explained how the world needed balance and how every creature had a purpose.
Echoing laughter that drifted away as he was brought back to the present, right...that would of been his fathers laugh. His father always had thought it silly to try and teach a boy as young as he had been about the balance of the world. Fingers lingered as they brushed the soft velvet of a leaf before he let it drop to his side. Takoda felt his heart sink watching the plant before he stood up. Lifting his water bag to his lips and taking a small sip before he gathered a few berries from a nearby bush.
His stomach demanded more though he ignored its grumbling protest, taking a deep breath he went to climb back up a tree, this time not stopping as he reached his sitting spot, instead he continued to climb upwards and towards the canopy. As he reached the top he poked his head out to take in his surroundings. The view was breathtaking as it always was and finding his balance secure for the moment he simply took in the sight. The horizon went on forever in one direction the faint haze of the mountains in Sauti coming up to reach the sky. In the other direction the tree line thinned and the ocean came to great the edge.
Life, it was all around him and yet he knew that there was also death. Death was constant as was birth. One could not consist without the other. A scream erupted the stillness around him and startled the shifter had to quickly regain his balance before he looked in the direction from which the sound had come from. Should he investigate? The scream wasn't humanoid or at least not a sound he had heard a earthling make. Moving down from the tree tops he quickly moved from branch to branch to investigate. Sure enough there was the tang of blood filling the air, something had died and not quickly.
Takoda stopped himself as he recognized the creatures down below, it was a radaku and it was eating a creature that was beyond recognition at this point of its meal. Blood smeared its face, this particular radaku was a long female and had strange markings down her dark scaled body and though she smelled Takoda she only gave him a passing look before returning to her meal.
Death. In this case the death of one creature brought about the continued existence of another. Whatever the creature it had killed was its death wasn't pointless...it was apart of nature. And its death kept the balance with the forest. The radaku would die one day, wether from age or illness, perhaps a fight with some other predator and the cycle would continue.
War however...seemed to break the rules of balance. Watching the radaku made Takoda pause and think. Or did it? If he thought about it like a pack of radaku defending its territory...then the ...war had been like two opposing packs trying to keep or expand their territory. Earthlings however were silly creatures and their fights extended past simple life and death. Their fights effected the forest, the damaged caused by those large beasts would take many many years to heal. Like a large scar across the land the forest would not be able to forget about it so easily.
But it would heal. New tree's would take place of the old and thus the cycle began anew. So was war....something that was to be expected? A part of the struggle to live? Would there always be a new enemy coming to fight and take lives? It was something that caused Takoda to frown, and he looked away as the radaku went about finishing its meal. As a healer it was his job to try and heal the wounded and the sick, if he worried about the fate of the world how could he continue to do what he felt was right? Even if death was a natural part of living, something to expect and accept he wasn't sure if he could simply let people die. But perhaps that wasn't the point, perhaps he just had to accept that people WOULD die and he was only one man. One man who was intent on saving as many lives as he was able, and he would do this until his own dying breath and the spirits came to claim him.
"I have..so much to do in my life...please spirits let me live...let me live so that I can try and keep the people around me safe. I promise I will help anyone I come across...no matter who they are..I will heal their wounds...and hope to not upset the balance." The shifter whispered primarily to himself though he seemed to be acting as if there was someone besides the radaku below listening to him.
A heavy weight lifted from him, to accept that he had his own limitations seemed to make him aware that there still was so much he could do for others. Bringing to mind the countless who had come to him, some willing others grudgingly to his home requesting his help. Though the people in Tale were slow at accepting him, they had come to acknowledge his skill as a healer and there would be days he would be summoned to help those in need in the villages.
He was still needed, and it shamed Takoda to think how selfish he had been the last couple of weeks. Wallowing in self loathing, despair and generally feeling lost since the war. His family had worried for him when there was no reason to and he felt that he should apologize to them. His mate especially. It felt as if a shroud had been removed from his soul and with more clarity than he had felt since his fall his purpose in the world was confirmed. Takoda was a shifter, monk...a healer. A lover to his mate, a friend to those around him. Never would he let doubt cloud his judgement, he could only do his best for those around him and he wouldn't allow his magic to be subjected to his own indecisiveness again.
In his bag on his hip there was his trusty satchel, inside his healer's books. Taking them out slowly he thumbed carefully through the pages, these books had so many memories tied to them, the spells within had taught him many things and though he wasn't quite ready to retire them perhaps it was time to move down a different path. A scholar he was not, he was a healer and it was time that he picked up healers beads and put them to use. Fingers came up to his throat, he had given up his mothers necklace to a young girl who had tried to speak to him and give him spirit. He should of taken her words to heart rather than wallow in despair, he would repay her kindness ten thousand fold if he could.
Moving, with each step he felt his resolve clarify, yes he needed a healers beads and necklace...perhaps he could find the stone to make the necklace himself, though imbuing with them magic wasn't something he thought he could do. A small smile crept across his face, he felt better..cleaner than he had at the start of his purification ritual and it was a bit ironic that it took seeing a radaku eat a kill to trigger his transformation. Takoda's feet took him to a river where he then bathed, relishing the coldness of the stream on his skin it made him feel more alive than he had in days.
The only consequence being that now that he felt like himself again so did his hunger. Eating a few meager berries wouldn't be enough and thus Takoda did something he hardly ever did, he hunted. Fishing perhaps was a step down from hunting, but he caught a few small fish and stoking a small fire cooked them. Thanking the spirits for the life the fish had given up to keep his own going before digging in. For once he didn't feel the regret he normally would when eating the flesh of creatures, though he still felt a bit guilty but that was his nature. The fish were eagerly consumed and washed down with mouthfuls of stream water. Full for the first time in days he let the patches of sun filtering through the tree tops warm his skin.
Careful to put out the fire he buried the fish leftovers before plucking a small water plant and chewing on the end of the stem. A small amount of sweetness wet his tongue before he engulfed the entire plant. The bitterness of the leaves made him shiver as it contrasted with the sweetness a moment before.
It was a strange coincidence that it reminded him of life. Where there was happiness there was also sadness, where there was life there was death. There was a balance and one could never exist without the other. Smiling the shifter felt his entirety whole once again. Finding himself...had perhaps been the hardest thing the shifter had ever had to do but ...he was sure his mother and father would be smiling at him from the other side of the veil. Some day he would see them again, but hopefully...only once he had lived a long life.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:25 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2014 11:32 am
Reserved for Solo - Bringing Korra home
The girl had basically cried herself to sleep in his arms, he had no idea where she had come from but he had patted her fluffy blond hair until she had calmed down and was now quietly sleeping. Guessing by the color of her hair and the types of stones on her body she was of the Wind tribes in Sauti. So why was she here? Was she one of the numerous children who had been captured by the people of Oba? Had she escaped from them and now was wandering around lost? Pitying the poor child he had gathered her up and began the slow trek back home. After all he couldn't just leave the young girl alone in the dangerous forest of Jahaur.
Takoda had come to the forest to gather ingredients for medicine and to visit his home on the way back. But with a little girl in tow he would have to save that for a different day, right now she took priority. She looked underfed, dirty and quite young. Certainly not someone who should be wandering around without adults around. So he could only speculate to why she was wandering around. It would make the most sense if she managed to escape a Oba encampment, but the war had been over for a bit now and unless there were more of the Oban's hiding out int he forest....that thought sent a chill up his spine.
Takoda wasn't the strongest of men on the planet in fact he had only been walking a short distance when he felt that his arms were going to fall off, it would be a lot easier to piggy back her, but he didn't want to wake her up at least not on purpose. Using a free hand he caused the earth to raise up to form a sort of pillar. Carefully he laid her onto it and then manipulating the earth a bit more caused it to be a sort of strange cradle. High off the ground he didn't have to worry about the earth dwelling bugs that may try and take a bite out of her. Looking about he had to find her something to eat, all that he had in his satchel were herbs and most of them bitter. It would take an odd child to enjoy any of those.
The shifter found himself having a hard time leaving her. Worried he continued to come back every couple of minutes or so only to find the girl still sleeping quite soundly and..rather uncutely..as she had stretched herself out and was almost hanging over the edge slightly snoring as she slept. One would almost think she was a boy, but perhaps she was just so tired she couldn't help but sleep in such an odd fashion. Moving back he managed to find a few pieces of fruit to give her expecting her to be awake by the time he had come back.
Surprised yet again to find her still sleeping as if she was dead to the world. Worrying he checked her forehead for a temperature but found it normal. Her breathing was normal if a bit exaggerated. It made him wonder how long she had been wandering around the forest. HIs eyes caught sight of something clenched in one of her little hands, it was a piece of paper and he was forced to tilt his head to try and see what was on it. There was a bunch of scribbles...he couldn't exactly tell what it was suppose to be as as he tried to tug it out of her hand, the little one groaned and rolled over clutching the map to her chest protectively. Well so much for investigating that...
Not wanting to disturb her he raised another mound of earth to act as a chair and sat down. He would wait until she awoke and then ask her some questions and give her some food. So until then he would go through his pack and see what he had managed to gather until his encounter with the girl.
Time passed the girl seemed intent on sleeping the entire night away and..it was going to get only darker and become dawn before he got out of Jahaur. He had no choice but to gather the girl up and get her to Tale and to his mate Jacinthus. Once there they could discuss what to do with the girl. Ask her some questions and perhaps find her parents. Of course it hadn't occurred to him that he could of taken the girl to Chalcedony's family, since they lived in Jahaur it would be of been a shorter distance to go, but he just had one thing in mind..and that was seeing Jacinthus and making sure this girl was fed and well.
Takoda was positive as he gathered the girl into his arms again that she would wake up, and though she did stirr she didn't wake. In fact her one hand reached up and grabbed a fist full of Takoda's silver hair tugging it and causing the poor man to have to somewhat hunch until he was able to get her situated in a better position in his arms. All he needed to do was get them out of the forest and then to his home in Tale. He wasn't sure what Jacinthus would think with him bringing home a little girl but he was sure nothing would be as stressful as when his brother found out that his sister was pregnant. Right?
Takoda nodded his head and then shifting her again he began his trek home.
It felt like it was taking him forever and as his skin became darker it alerted him to the rising dawn. Jacinthus would probably be worried about him, he had only intended to go out for a short period in the evening, when a certain glowing mushroom could easily be found but now he would come home with more than just a bunch of glowing mushrooms..
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 10:45 am
◆ Battle - Takoda vs Uquin X
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:36 am
You brought home...a girl? Takoda/Jacinthus and Korra X
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:49 pm
Battle: Jerarda vs Takoda - X
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 1:01 pm
Class Quest : Soul Linker X
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 11:00 am
Meta Chapter 6: Tale Camp X - 6 post
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 9:28 am
Are you lost? - Takoda and Teiluj X]
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 9:43 am
Solo - Awen hurt?
It was early morning when he was jostled awake by his nephew, he could see the frantic look in the boys eye's as he explained how his little sprite had gotten hurt and desperately pleaded with him to help her. Bleary eyed and only half awake the monk nodded his head and quickly took Awen gently into his hands. Ushering Chandra out so that he could work in peace the shifter took a deep breath of the cool early morning air. Moving quietly so not to wake Jacinthus he went to a unoccupied corner of their home and set up a make shift bed for the little sprite.
Looking down at her he was surprised to find that the damage was extensive, her wings torn from numerous cuts and it seemed that she had been bleeding profusely before arriving here. But if was the wounds that had been tended to and that caused Takoda to give a slight raised eye brow. Had Chandra the gift of healing? Wanting to go ask, he had to reign in his curiosity. Awen was his primary focus right now, and she needed immediate care. His questions for Chandra could come later.
Takoda took a deep breath as he went to sit cross legged on the floor, bringing the little sprite and her make shift bed down with him. For whatever reason he found he could focus more intently if he was sitting in this position. Summoning water from the air he first wiped off the blood from Awen's skin. Gently using a finger in a circular motion to rub away dirt and dried blood to reveal what wounds she was still suffering from.
Takoda was more surprised to discover that Chandra had managed to stop the bleeding on all the small cuts about the sprites body, the wings however were a mangled mess and would require some delicate work. She also needed stabilizing. The sprites body was limp and cold to the touch, it was apparent she had lost a lot of blood in a short period of time. Taking a small droplet and infusing it with his healing magic he offered it for the small creature to drink. She took it with little hesitation, as if she was dying of thirst. Coughing slightly she weakly laid back down and Takoda had to carefully motion for her to flip onto her back, so he could better see the damage to her wings.
Raising her up he looked over the wounds, her wings...she may never be as fast as she once was but he was pretty positive that he could get them healed well enough that she would be able to fly at some point. Taking a deep breath he released it slowly and began the difficult work of matching shredded wings strips together. Takoda discovered by freezing matches sides together temporarily he was able to mend them quickly afterwards. His only major fear was healing the wrong patches together.
Sweat gathered on his brow as he worked, the sun was already rising when he felt he had a good flow going. One wing was fairly welled healed back together, but the second one was proving to be more difficult. There was a section missing. Frowning Takoda carefully drew what parts he could together before gently freezing them together. What could he do here? There was an obvious gap in a section of her wing...
Not wanting to be defeated the monk closed his eyes, trying to feel the sprites aura and focusing he felt he could encourage the growth to speed up. There was a bit of a cry of surprise from the small sprite which startled the shifted to open his eyes. The wing was mending on its own in a rapid session but it was causing obvious discomfort to the poor creature. Feeling horrible he willed the healing to slow, the mending of the wing now at a crawling pace. But it eased the sprites discomfort and it was worth the slower speed.
Breakfast time came and went his lover Jacinthus had come in inquiring what he was doing and offered him some food, though Takoda politely declined wanting to stay one hundred percent focused on the task at hand. The day was warming and he would occasionally have to wipe the sweat from his brow to prevent it from dripping into his eyes. Due to the decrease in speed once the wing was fully mended he felt his entire body tremble with exhaustion. Proud though that the wing although thin would someday be used for flying once more he leaned back a moment before struggling to his feet.
Calling Chandra in who had been fretfully pacing outside his door he instructed the young man to be mindful and that Awen couldn't be left alone just yet. The questions on the tip of his tongue were held as it was obvious that his nephew had been through some rather traumatic experience. There were dark circles under his eyes, as if the boy hadn't slept the entire time he had left Awen with him. Giving him a pat on the shoulder he instructed that she shouldn't fly until she showed more strength. The wings were healed but were still fairly delicate he explained and he was happy that he understood and allowed the sleeping sprite to remain close to his side when he left.
Exhausted himself, he rubbed the back of his hands against his eyes, he wondered if breakfast was still available..or if his mate made lunch. Either way he was hungry and tired..he would eat a bit and then perhaps lay down for a few his own body felt as if it was as beaten as the sprite he just healed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:13 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 8:51 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 9:08 am
X Teaching? - Syv/Chan/Tak
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