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Zigaran Post 7

Zigaran couldn't help but to grit his teeth to the point that his jaw hurt as the outsiders set about speaking so poorly of not only of his people but of the mystics in particular. They were blessed women able to speak to Aisha, they afford respected, even from a bunch of unnatural outsiders. A shame that Mystic Eshe seemed to be so eager to ally with them. What was the point when their numbers were so small? Unless they meant to use them as a sacrifice? At least then they would have use.

Giving a little shake of his head and a derisive sound between his teeth he muttered to Mnyiri, "They are fairly arrogant for mere shadows of the Alkidike." Shifting himself slightly he put himself between the pink hued creatures and Mnyiri, wanting to protect her just in chase they decided to do anything more then throw around insults. Ones that were rather amusing given that hybrids like themselves were born of Aisha's love while they were abominations that could only poorly mimic the Alkidike.

Danika - 6

Danika forced a smile towards the Elarian who had spoken up, “I would like to think so.” She brushed off the insults as if they were nothing to her. She just had to imagine the group like young impatient blooms - they were similar to many toddlers she had seen throwing a tantrum after all. There was a bigger picture and she was not going to be deterred from it - not when it seemed many Sisters and Extremists alike were starting to listen. The thought made her straighten her shoulders and loosen the fingers that had clutched at her skirts, “I’m also certain that if the Dretch were so easily captured or fought that we all would have done so already. The most our warriors have done is save a sister or two by critically timed attacks. Attacks that only scratched the surface of the problem before the Dretch disappeared into thin air again.” She tilted her head, as if daring someone to doubt that, “As it is everyone travelled here today so that we can gather and build our forces to find a way to fight them. Staying separated when the Dretch just slip in and out as they please has done us no good. Uniting like this, even for a temporary truce, is the first step to defeating them. Trust me, I no more want to sit around idle than you, if possible I would go invade the Dretch today and drive my blade through a throat or two. They have taken too many already, but we must be wise. If we act recklessly then we could lose everything with one move. Our homes, more friends, our own lives, and the very future...”

“So we will work on setting more traps, researching more on the Dretch, on sharpening our blades, preparing ourselves and we will march to others that can aid us. That way when the time is right we can move as one solid force against the Dretch. If any of you have had personal experience with them, have battled against them and made it out then we’ll gladly hear your words but for now we must just gather our strength. The full strength of Tendaji….” Her mentor had whispered their intentions and even the Matron was informed of it. Danika glanced over towards them now and saw the tension in both of their shoulders. While Eshe seemed appreciative of her speech it was obvious that the Matron was still frustrated with the fact that this truce was even a necessity.

Danika took a deep breath to ease her racing heart. This had to work, it simply had to! Please Aisha bring some peace out of this. Maybe just maybe too working together could somehow bridge the gap created by anger between the Sisters and their new Cousins.

Mnyiri - 6

"That's what happens when you're isolated and told you can do no wrong." She murmured back, taking care to stay away from the more heated arguments. Mnyiri had already had her chance to see the Elaria when she was on Yael; she didn't like them then, and she didn't much care for them now. They were loud, rude, and poor imitations of alkidike. As different as Mnyiri was herself, she could tell when something had been twisted. The toxic soil of Yael had warped them, and coupling that with their alkidike 'mothers' influence it was little wonder they turned out they way they had.

Pruu post 7

Sucking in a deep breath, Pruu crossed her arms and clenched her jaw. This was getting them no where. Nothing said had settled her mind about her home. They remained on the island with fewer warriors than they had. What if the Dretch attacked there?

She glanced around as well, noting how her present family was reacting. Fassala was waving her arms like a lunatic, encouraging those around her of the need to stay and work from here. Myrcella took quite the opposite view. Pyrrha... well, she thought she could guess what her twin was thinking. Possibly.

Shaking her head at herself, Pruu's gaze flashed back forward. Working with the cousins of Chibale... the weak and disloyal cousins who chose the earthlings over their sisters... She glared at the Alk near the other side's young mystic and curled a lip in disgust. "Yes.. it would be nice to know that your plea for peace is more than a mask for being able to sneak and 'spear' those you turned your backs on once already," she hissed.

|| Alkidike/Elaria IC ||

The older mystics watched on as one of the young mystics tried to ease the crowd. As much as the Matron hated the current situation even she knew that if anything was to be done about the Dretch, if she could protect the future, their Elarians, then this truce would be necessary. Still it didn’t stop her from digging her nails into her palms as she watched the crowds shifting, some still muttering but many calming their gazes narrowed yet determined despite the tension in the air, “Enough! We did come here.” She began loudly to silence those who were still hissing at each other, “Because the Dretch are a vile race and only an army of great strength can defeat them. I do not enjoy this, but I know that a truce is what our future relies on.” They could go their separate ways once this disaster was prevented - something that she already looked forward towards greatly - but that would only work if they stayed for now and fought together.

Together with those that she despised even more than the weak Sisters who had chased her own out of Chibale. The thought made her feel sick to her stomach and she could only nod towards Eshe and let the Mystic take over.

Slowly Eshe moved forward, “We obviously all know the necessity of a truce. If anyone would dare to contest it then I would worry about the future of all of us, regardless of our personal opinions or not, but this truce does not stop between us.” Her gaze slowly surveyed the whole room, “We do have some knowledge, some ideas to be shared but first we must take our knowledge of the Dretch and bring it to our final allies….the earthlings. We are hoping that with their aid we can find the Dretch and eliminate them.” She knew that this would cause a stir, but the older Mystic was prepared. It was what had to happen after all and whether or not everyone was happy was not her worry. Aisha had made the decision for them, the arrival of the Dretch had sealed their fates and the only way to change that was to deal with their issues and unite with those that shared this world with them.


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Naqenni | 6

Some knowledge, they said. Some ideas.

They had come all this way for ‘some’ ideas, and one of them—first, we must take our knowledge to our final allies…the earthlings.

“Are you all mad?” Naqenni snarled. “We come here, and you have nothing of use to say to us but that you have ‘some’ knowledge but first you have to share it with slime though we are standing before you? I would rather die than call an earthling an ‘ally’ and if this is all the use you are then-”

Naqenni could not stand it. There was a sickness roiling in her gut messily alongside a fury she had no target for. She felt ill with her anger, shaking at the combination of factors: first they were brought here only to be in pitiful numbers and mocked for it, then the so called ‘leaders’ of their once-enemies could only stand to put themselves before them and blather and talk down to them with the promise of ideas and knowledge but no delivery, and then-

This.

Earthlings would be spoken to before anything more would be said.

Out of the corner of her eye, Naqenni glimpsed Namira’s reaction. The girl had already been forthright with her voice thus far in an impressive manner, and she knew despite the fact that she was a strange face amongst her sisters — a young alkidike, unlike most of their older caretaker mothers — she was loyal to the cause. Naqenni reached as she moved by and paused, hand catching the girl’s wrist.

“I have nothing further to listen to here…if you would prefer to take a step outside with me, I welcome you. I fear if I breathe their air any longer my arrows will accidentally impale themselves in the ‘wrong’ body…”

Danika. Eshe. Her own Matron at this point, if the woman had brought them here with any inkling of what was to come—and how could she not? Someone could have argued to the ends of the earth that this was the ‘only’ way, but to Naqenni it was not an option to begin with. The earthlings were ground worms. She and her entire race of sisters were a new beginning, destined to hold themselves to a higher standard.

And this was pathetic.

She would sooner die proud and fight on her own soil than simper in behind these fools who clearly expected them to simply agree because they had ‘no choice.’ She sneered. Soon they would see that she, if nothing else, had standards, and this was not the way to ask for her bow in battle.

Naqenni | 7

Naqenni knew they were in the midst of perilous times. If losing a sister to the earthlings was one thing, those that had simply vanished at the hands of the Dretch were another entirely, and though it had been some time before the attacks finally focused almost solely on alkidike, even a few Elaria taken by comparison to the other races was a massive blow as a fledgling race.

But her caretaker mothers had fought a war against the world, outnumbered and impossible, clashing not only with their own sisters but the other races, single-handedly attempting to remake and restore their culture to their vision.

They had failed, and been banished to Yael as a result. At the time, all they had taken with them was their pride.

And they had begun anew, against all odds. Stand-alone fighters against all the objectors had reforged a new image of their people and began again with the Elaria. Her sisters, as they were, with all their spirit and force and unwillingness to bend—that was what her mothers and all their sisters-at-arms had risked their lives for, been banished for, created her entire race for and continued to have faith and raise them in their image.

Times were hard. But their pride and strength was all they had, and anyone who thought so little of that as to spit upon it, waste their time with trivialities, say nothing, and then expect them to rise in arms for no reason not only with their once-enemies, but with the very things they had been banished for fighting against? It was madness.

She watched on in silence initially as Namira screamed and splintered the first weapon she grasped, the sound echoing under her skin and in her blood. Even if she had yellow alkidike skin, Namira was among the most loyal to their namesake as they came. She rolled her shoulders, and breathed out, shaking her head as she collected her thoughts, and turned wandering milky orbs upon the alien forest all about her.

“It was a foolish risk beyond any we could afford even to come here,” she murmured. “We have lost sisters…but our mothers made their ends here and not even fear of death should have driven them back. That we arrived should have been sign enough that we needed answers for saving our sisters. That they thought, for one instant, that that would mean we were ready to roll over no matter how useless they were, with no information of their own, and simply accept-”

Naqenni grimaced outright, her fingers bunching into fists. But it all came down to the same thing:

“It was a mistake to come. If they wanted our aid, they should have requested it, not the other way around. Coming like this is an embarrassment to what we are. My mothers would have died defending our homeland before coming to beg at the toes of fools…” And perhaps she should have. Part of her had wanted to, she had been so adamant against the trip.

But Nivalis had had to come. The Matron had allowed nothing else, and so, because Naqenni could not simply leave the future of their tribe to such madness without at least being present, she had come. She had even offered her bow to them, eventually, on the thought that perhaps—perhaps that might have inspired answers.

But it seemed at this point that these alkidike knew no more in actuality than their Matron. They were cowering and failing just like the rest of them, so desperate even that they had made the ‘decision’ that they needed earthling aid, and yet they had the gall to pretend they stood on higher ground and ought simply to be followed while they stumbled blindly on empty promises. ‘Some’ knowledge. ‘Some’ ideas.

It made Naqenni’s skin crawl.

“I cannot wait to return home. I hope to die there destroying whatever dares come to our door.”