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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:47 pm
I TOTALLY STOLE THIS FROM FERRET 1. Beginning 2. Hatching 3. Weyrling 4. Guard 5. Craft 6. Apprentice 7. Journeyman 8. Master 9. Mentor 10. Crime 11. Punishment (V'tyai and Machi) 12. Welcome! 13. Home 14. ...what do we even do with all these tubers. neutral 15. Protection 16. Disaster (V'tyai) 17. Miracle 18. A peaceful moment 19. Love 20. No other choice (V'tyai) 21. Infirmary 22. Exile 23. I Love You 24. Hate 25. Revenge 26. Comfort 27. Peace 28. Orders 29. Forget 30. Loss 31. Found 32. Paradise 33. Victory 34. Sea 35. Dragon 36. Firelizard 37. Wher 38. Impression 39. Assignment 40. Aftermath 41. Feast 42. Celebration 43. Crush 44. Beyond Between 45. First date 46. Prank 47. Awkward 48. Hero Worship 49. Joy 50. Rest 51. Alone 52. Dark 53. Light 54. Memories 55. Innocence(TRIGGER WARNING)(Jessan) 56. Crackdust 57. Jealous 58. Friendship 59. Dance 60. Enemy 61. Betrayal 62. Confession 63. Pain 64. Reunion 65. Choices 66. Wish 67. Don't give up 68. Give up 69. Maturity 70. Childhood 71. Adulthood 72. Family 73. Alcohol 74. Hope 75. Between 76. Escape 77. Music 78. Life 79. Death 80. Puzzle 81. Glows 82. Sickness 83. Shard it! 84. Trapped 85. Warden's (Kaelyandra) 86. Hopeless 87. Duty 88. Laughter 89. Fear 90. Too much klah 91. Together 92. Rivals 93. Hunt 94. Jungle 95. One thing at a time 96. Silence 97. Those of the dark 98. First flight 99. Freedom 100. End
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:53 pm
11. Punishment
The pale man came in screaming. They had strapped him into a straitjacket when he went after a bronze riders eyes. They said it set him off, that he cried for his sister and started to scream when informed the woman disappeared.
That is how V'tyai first met the infamous serial killer. He'd heard stories of a man too pale to be real dismembering and gutting dealers. At the time, he approved; Dust was never a good thing. Seeing the murderer... It changed his mind.
Pale skin that nearly matched the jacket, wild dark eyes. he still had his hair, on the way to cut it, and it hung around his face in dank strands. Some stuck to his face due to sweat and tears, a cut on one sharp cheekbone.
"I'll kill you!" The man screamed as he jerked and slammed against the wall. His jaw snapped to try and bite at a hand of one of the guards. "All of you! I'll--"
"Shave him!" V'tyai yelled over the continuing tirade of the loud, nasal voice. "Then put him in the White Rooms."
"And <******** you!"
A week later they let him out of the White Room. Machi did not scream again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 7:30 pm
85. Warden's
She stood at the entrance of the prison, the walls only two turns old but already dirtied up with overgrown weeds in tangled clumps and bugs creeping up the rough surface. Kaelyandra dressed in only her best for the trip, disgusting slight or not, her white dress laced with gold and red embroidery at the edges and at the bunching of her elbows. The tailor cut it to mold to her body, flattering and hiding in all the correct places, and the swoop neck did nothing to hide the curve of her collarbones or the paler skin below. She felt regal when dressed up, her hair up and face paint in place.
Kaelyandra rode a Gold dragon. It made her better, kept her a head above the rest of the crawling chromatics and their pathetic riders. Even bronzes had to obey, their very being telling them to obey the queens. They were made that way.
And yet, they sent her to Warden's. The pretty woman sneered, teeth bright white and her eyes a narrowed green. Brakiheth rumbled next to her in concern and nosed against her.
"We are better than them," Kaelyandra said in a hiss, and she leaned in towards her large dragon. "They had no right."
It could be fun. is all brakiheth said, her sweet voice soft and mournful.
The walls seemed higher then before when the entrance swung open and an old, bowed man stood before them. Kaelyandra felt her throat tighten, chin tilted higher in the air with all the arrogance she could muster.
"Welcome my dear," M'onk said, a smile on his face. "Welcome to Warden's."
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
20!
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 8:33 am
20. No Other Choice
V'tyai sprawled on his bed with eyes closed, the beginnings of wrinkles decorating the corners of his eyes and mouth. Through the last eight months, the pain in his side finally settled into a dull throb when sober. He tried to stop through the day, to keep away from the growing appeal of the wine, of the dull cloud of fellis. It didn't help. Nothing helped. He clung to the excuse of 'it still hurts' and 'I was clawed by a dragon' in order to pour another glass of wine, add another shot of fellis to his wine skin.
He needed it. He had to go keep the pain away or it became distracting, the deep cuts pounding along the lines of his skin, the pounding in his head. It hurt. It always hurt. Even when it didn't (if it didn't) he had that need towards his wine skins. The memory of how good the floating felt hit him over and over, waves of... not want. It was a need. He needed it the way some people woke up in the morning craving water for their dry throat. It drove him at some times within the last few months, pushed him sometimes from work to sleep and back to work again.
Riding while high on fellis felt good. No one visited him in recovery, no boss queried past the obligatory request to see if he if he could fight. Ogbanuth cared but Oggie also knew that his rider in pain meant him in pain. All he could do was roll with it, provide comfort, and try to keep V'tyai afloat.
The bluerider sat up, holding his side with a grimace. It didn't hurt all that bad. He wanted it to, to have a good excuse.
V'tyai needed it.
He reached for the wineskin.
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
55!
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:24 pm
55. Innocence
(Tw for attempted infantcide)
Natasa waited that night in her best dress. She sat in a small cushioned chair, round shoulders back against the puff. Five years old meant much too little to reach the ground. Father said five was just right for fancy shoes so she kicked the soft pink slippers to hear the long blue skirt ruffle. All around her the ladies and sirs giggled and talked, their faces painted and hands covering their mouths. Natasa knew what they said under their perfumes, big words that Father chuckled over when she tried to say them.
They also said things about her, the little Ladyholder of their brothel. Father said she was beautiful. Natasa snuck a look at one of the many decorative mirrors in their house to her small, pinched face and sickly skin. Somehow, she felt less than beautiful.
"Darling," said her fathers favorite. Jessan swooped down and placed a kiss that smelled like roses to natasa's forehead. "Aren't you looking proper tonight!"
"It's your birthday." Natasa explained. Jessan beamed at her and settled down next to Natasa. She was small and fat with hair so dark red it was almost black and swarthy skin lined with freckles. Even officially forty, she was the top earner and (everyone agreed) very wonderful. "Mother is with Machi."
"Isn't that nice." Jessan's smile tightened but she hugged Natasa anyway. "She's missing the party."
Natasa leaned, skinny arms wrapping around part of Jessan. "I can go get her." She squirmed away before the older woman could protest and scampered off past the others of the House. The stairs were conquered carefully, delicate fabric held up and away from her shoes with each step.
Scampering continued to the babies bedroom. There were splashes inside, weak, and the thud of something on metal. Natasa frowned, her head tilting towards Machi's door. She heard her mothers voice.
"Mother, you are missing the party!" She spoke with as much authority as a child could muster (which was quite a bit really) and pushed open the door. A tiny leg hung over the side of the babies bathtub, toes twitching and foot kicking out in a feeble effort to escape. Fat fingers clung to her mothers elbow, the violet sleeve wet, and the rest of the baby was under the water with no more bubbles.
Natasa screamed.
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
16!
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:34 pm
16. Disaster
V'tyai leaned on the counter of the kitchen, hip pressed tight to the hard surface. He sipped at his klah, eyes still heavy and throat dry with sleep.Somewhere in the kitchens, workers laughed and joked, just outside of his line of sight.
"No way!" said one voice. He recognized it - Taavetti. A friend in the last... three? Four months? since he'd become a guard. As annoying as he could be, he didn't treat V'tyai like a Warden or a crippled bluerider. He treated him like V'tyai. It made something in his stomach twist just thinking of it.
Another sip. He pushed away at the counter, intent on leaving before (loud, annoying, much too chipper) Taavetti found him. It didn't work.
Three bakers were there. Taavi looked up. V'tyai froze. He didn't smile bright and wide at V'tyai then but rather a slower, warmer grin that reached his eyes and kicked the bluerider right in the chest. "Morning there."
V'tyai never felt impending doom before. He found quite suddenly that he didn't mind it.
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
67!
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:02 pm
67. Don't Give ********>!" Vit snarled the curse without any heat behind it. The pillow fort crumbled around a laughing Taavi, taking the blankets with him. V'tyai grumbled from his spot cross-legged on the ground before him, the haze of alcohol and Taavi's chuckles pushing away the knowledge of his demotion. They were both flushed with the wine and surrounded by soft pillows they'd attempted to pull into a fort. "No, this is ******** impossible, screw you."
"We're making a pillow fort, not the nasty," Taavi said with false primness. V'tyai didn't watch his hands when he picked up a large square one and started to set it up. "You're not being careful."
"I'm plenty careful." He grabbed a red pillow no larger than his head and attempted to balance it. It worked only due to Taavi's knee shooting up to keep it from falling and within five minutes the wherhandler managed to set up a complete fort. Vit helped with the support pillows and draped two blankets over it. Taavi, smug, fell back against the support and head pillows seconds before the bluerider followed. Cheek to chest and arm tight around Taavi's middle, V'tyai clung. He didn't care if friends weren't supposed to do this, from pillow forts to curling close half drunk.
Taavi didn't make a crude joke. He didn't even make a comment at all, just wrapped his arms around V'tyai's shoulders and pressed his nose to the mussed dark hair. He didn't know how to thank him for his quiet, the concern. For giving half a s**t about him when he'd been first his Secondary Warden and then a grumpy ******** even when he'd been released. His side hurt. He didn't want the fellis, not yet, he just tightened his arms.
Of course, that's when Taavi decided to break the silence with a murmured "It'll be okay." and for that, V'tyai couldn't grumble. He squeezed instead and nodded.
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
66!
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 11:21 am
66. Wish
Machi curled up in his cell, his jacket on, hair soft around his face. they sedated him that morning and let a half-awake prisoner wash himself with a Healers supervision. They washed his hair with shampoo that would not kill him if he swallowed it. They bound him back up like a roast and tossed him back into his cell.
He hated the sedation most of the time, the loss of control.
Other times, it left him hallucinating.
A figure cuddled up beside him, fingers trailing through the pale clean locks. Soft lips kissed his temple.
I'm okay. Shai whispered. It's alright.
In the midst of sedation, Machi imagined he had the emotional depth to believe it. He hoped. He slept.
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
48!
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 1:43 pm
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