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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:06 am
 Damir had split apart from Cecelia, to try and cover more ground. Both Mona and Kamryn were gone, and though they were adults now, Damir wasn't comfortable letting them out all by themselves. He sighed as his hooves automatically took him to the grounds where his mother and many others had sacrificed themselves to try and save Valdien, the King's Bonded...
Damir's body stilled as he looked upon the hallowed ground. He had finally learned the whole story. It wasn't a senseless murder of many... They had died heroes... Including the revered Valdien.
The blue swirled stallion dropped his head to the ground, where his mother's body had lay before she was buried. He sniffed around, his eyes catching something shiny. He picked it up with his teeth and dropped it back down, in a position he could see better.
The shiny bit of silver took a moment for him to place, but he did. He remembered, as he lay under his blanket.. his mother's hoof. "You're bracelet..." He cried, a tear slipping down his long nose.
He raised his gaze to the heavens, as if searching for his mother. "I hope you'd be proud of me, Mother... And of your grandchildren... I miss you... I failed you..." His heart dropped as his gaze went back to the bracelet.
"I promise, never to let you hurt again. I am big now, Mother... And I love you. Please let me take care of you," the adolescent Damir had said, soon after he was full grown. His mother's smile, her sweet, kind voice as she told him okay. That she was proud of him...
Damir snorted through his tears as he looked up. He would not cry anymore. His mother made a valiant sacrifice, and just cause he was gone... There was nothing he could have done anyways.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:20 am
♞x x x xL o r dxxV a r i a nx x x x♞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ x The lone stallion stood on the other side of the great marble arch set in the middle of the field -- a monument the boy King had commissioned himself to honor the Fallen three days after their deaths. This had been his haunting ground for the last two nights as he awaited the proper time to go to the young, Shattered King. He had felt the King form a Bond just last night, and the Spirit Web within his mind showed him it was to a new Azrein on the Isle, Balthier. Varian was happy for him, but he knew the King needed time to adjust to this new chapter of his life before being hit in the face with his late Bonded's son -- with a part of Valdien still residing within him.
He didn't know if it would help or harm the boy, and even though his head was nigh splitting from ignoring the Call for a mere two days, he knew he must until the morrow to go to him. The Deity tilted his antlered head to the side, Listening to the wind, the small golden bells dangling from their prongs chiming softly in the night. He Felt with his Gift a broken heart, mired in grief and regret on the other side of the giant arch. Blue eyes became more focused as he stepped around the rightmost pillar, right into a shaft of moonlight. His antlers glowed -- though from the rays or from an otherworldly light within, it was hard to tell.
Though he was breaking niceties in the Spirit World to speak first without giving the other male a chance to either acknowledge him or ignore him, V had noticed that beings on this world didn't play by quite the same rules. However, he shook his head gently -- long elk ears flat against his skull to avoid flapping against his antlers -- to keep from startling the Azrein. "Daria speaks to me on the winds, bright one. She says that she is more proud than you know, and she does not wish for you to grieve." Varian gave a small, sad smile, the memories of Daria spilling into his mind from the small fraction of his heart that still belonged to his father. "She wants you to remember her as she was in life as you knew her, not in death."
Varian pressed his wings to his flanks as he stepped closer, the moonlight revealing his appearance. Any who saw him commented on how much he resembled his father, save for the antlers, ears, cloven hooves, and the feathers in his tail. He had, since then, been sure to fully reveal how he looked before coming close to any Azrein or people, to avoid startling them into senseless babbling. "My name is Varian, son of Valdien. Pleased to meet you, Damir."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:49 am
  Damir's bright blue eyes pinpricked movement. He turned quickly, his feathery hooves brushing and catching on the grasses. His ears fell back against his head as images of his mother floated across his mind, her voice ringing in his ears. "Mom..." Damir whispered hoarsely.
He stayed in that position, his heart feeling warm and.. whole again. He swallowed hard, his vision clearing as he saw the great winged creature before him. "V.. Valdien?" He asked in a hushed voice, but then the stallion's voice rang through. Son of Valdien. Varian.. son of...
Damir fell to his knee, his head dipping in respect. He rose again, after a long enough respectful moment, and looked the other stallion squarely in the eye, seeing the difference between him and his father. Feathery.. long hair... antlers like Bhaskar's little studs.. except much, much larger.
"It is.. a blessing to meet you, Lord Varian." Damir said, still in a state of awe. "How did.. How did you know? How did you do that... may I ask..?" Damir got out, proud that his voice barely wavered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:26 pm
♞x x x xL o r dxxV a r i a nx x x x♞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ x Varian met the stallion's gaze for a few seconds before tearing his eyes away, not wanting to trigger a Soulgaze and put this grief-riddled Azrein through even more agony. Best leave the mind of a God to the Deities. The stallion laid his ears back as Damir dipped into a low bow. While he appreciated the respect, he hadn't done anything to deserve it, save for the small part of his father that resided within him.
"I am a Lesser Deity, Damir. The God of Duty and Sacrifice. I was born from the sacrifice my father made, from half of the boy king's soul, and from my father's own heart." The stallion's eyes were sad as he spoke, mourning the King's pain. The agony of his Torment -- the price for being in this world -- caused him to flick his ears, a white-hot pain lancing straight through each of his bones. The Torment was what his father had experienced during the slow torture he had experienced before death. And Varian got to live through each and every moment he was awake. Thankfully, though, he had learned to push it aside, but when dealing with souls who were grieving, especially for the fallen, his gift of Empathy towards them set the Torment afire.
"I am able to Listen to what the Spirits have to say, for before I came to this world, I was once of them, and I still retain my knowledge on how to hear them. Though I lost the trick to speaking with them once I became mortal." The tall, proud stallion arched his muscled neck, looking up at the monument. "But she wants you to live your life, Damir, enjoying everything it holds, not mourning for her." He turned to look at Damir once more, a small smile on his features. He met the stallion's eyes for four seconds before once more shifting his gaze. "She is so proud of you, you know."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:25 pm
Damir listened closely to the son of the late Valdien, though he did not quite understand everything the antlered male said, Damir believed every word. Damir's eyes misted at the message from his mother and simply nodded and blinked, clearing his eyes.
"Thank you, My Lord.." He said softly, looking down at the ground. He waited a few moments, awkwardly trying to figure out what to say, or do in the presence of a royal, and a god at that. "So.. You will be taking your father's place?" He asked simply, looking back up at the male.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:48 pm
♞x x x xL o r dxxV a r i a nx x x x♞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  Varian nodded slightly, the bells on his antlers chiming quietly. "Yes. I was brought to this world to take up my father's mantle and complete the King once more. Without me he is . . . he is lost and afraid -- shattered, broken." The stallion sighed, closing blue eyes for a moment. "He has need of me, and without me, he cannot hope to lead his people into this war and come out alive."
The stallion arched his neck, looking up at the monument to the Fallen, going quiet for several minutes. When he spoke, his tone was quiet, barely audible. "I wish I could have known him. My father lives on inside of me, but it still is not the same. I do not have the concept of . . . of family, such as you mortals -- we mortals -- do. But I feel a kinship, a love for him that I had not anticipated." A frown creased his noble brow before he looked back to Damir.
"I envy you, in a way." The smile offered was forlorn, sad in an opaque way. "You're lucky to be blessed with so many who love you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 7:41 pm
The note of sadness in Varian's tone struck a chord in the indigo male's heart. He wanted.. wondered what he could do to help. I envy you in that way... He had said. Damir's thoughts flashed back to his mother's pain over Mira leaving them, taking Purnima with her... How he himself felt at the sorrow of Irri leaving, then finding.. then loosing her again. Finding Cecelia... loosing Cecelia.. Mona and Kamryn.. Was family worth it? Definitely. Family was everything. To not have known your father? Or mother? Damir could barely imagine, though he had grown up without Mira.. he had always had Daria.
'Family does not come without its grief, Lord Varian.. Though I do feel sorrow for you, having never met Valdien... He was... an amazing soul, and the fact that he lives on in you.. well... Its a wonderful feeling..." Damir said softly. "But you are not without family, Varian... While your father may be up with the other spirits.. You have siblings, though not born as you were." Damir struggled with what he was trying to say.
"All the azrein on this Isle that stand beside you are your sisters and brothers, I one of them. You have those that love you already.. and those that will love you, simply for the fact that you will heal our king." He said, his blue eyes glittering.
"Lord Varian... When I lost my mother, I broke a promise to her. I had promised to protect her with everything I am, so that she will not hurt again. If I may, My Lord... I would like to bestow a similar promise unto you?" He asked, his eyes determined.
"If you will let me, I will pledge my services to you, so that, if ever you are in need of a soldier, a brother, a friend, I will always be ready and at your side; at your call." He said, his voice full of conviction.
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