[The Sanctuary] Friends?(Timothy)

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[The Sanctuary] Friends?(Timothy)

Postby Kennen Dova on January 5th, 2015, 4:59 am

Winter 23, 514 AV

The sun was shining behind an overcast sky, occasionally peeking out to remind the world that it was still there. Kennen however, wasn't able to observe the shy sun as he was busy in the kennels. Ever since that fateful meeting with Timothy that set him on the track of attracting Kavala's attention, he had been busy making himself useful. He had originally had dreams of walking in and just being trusted, entailed to taking care of the birds that The Sanctuary kept, but that dream had reasonably been curbed. Kavala had accepted him into her business, and given him a home here for as long as he wished to accept it, but he wasn't in charge of the birds. In fact, he had no direct access to the birds alone. He had been relegated to the position of Kennel and Mew cleaner, cleaning up after the dogs and birds that the place kept.

It wasn't so bad, he had certainly had worse jobs to do before, but it stung. He had managed to get his hopes so high that any sort of blow had had devastating effects. The monotonous work actually gave him time to reflect on his recent behavior. While he certainly did trust the people he was with, ever since he'd arrived in Riverfall he had just been blindly accepting what everyone was saying. He hadn't even been that way with his master, in fact his last beating had been because he had doubted his masters plan and tried to improve upon them. Certainly some of this could be blamed on his happiness, and that was definitely true. He was so exuberant to have gotten so far so fast, and to be so much closer to his end goal, but it couldn't explain it all.

Whatever it was causing him to place so much faith in those around him, it was also causing him to get angry at the smallest of things. He liked to believe that he knew his temper well, and when he got angry it was a slow burn. It would flare up suddenly, before settling into a steady blaze until it burned everything in its way. But lately, it had been even more erratic. The smallest mentions of dishonesty, the chance that he'd have a set back, a store running out of a food item, all of it had set him off. But not in his usual way, it had been sharp anger, burning brightly and causing him to do something dumb, before leaving just as soon as it had come. It definitely wasn't right, and he had to figure out what it was.

Maybe it was puberty? He thought he was old enough for it to be that, and he hoped he would soon grow some. He was still small, and thin, and being around the Akalaks had shown just how small he really was. He wanted muscles, and to be tall, to be a man like them and to not have to worry about it. So maybe his weird mood swings was just a sign of that happening, it had to be.

And his thoughts for his new friend, Timothy, was another source deserving scrutiny. He certainly owed Timothy a lot, without him he'd probably have returned to Riverfall and never met Kavala. But, his friend was a little odd. He seemed to get excited over the weirdest things, and treated every meal like it was his last. Perhaps he had been like one of the children he'd often seen on the Sunberthian streets, starving and underfed. That was one thing he had never had to worry about, no matter how disobedient he'd been he was fed. After all, if his master wanted him dead it wouldn't be through starvation but rather a simple knife through the throat.

As his thoughts turned to Timothy, a small smile spread over his lips. Despite all the oddities Timothy displayed, he was his first true friend. Perhaps Timothy didn't think so, but Kennen knew deep down this was so. He had decided he and Timothy would be friends, and now that he had made up his mind there was no way Timothy was going to get away that easily. But he hadn't had time in the last few days to search Timothy out, he had been to busy getting used to his new home. He had seen Timothy around the compound, it'd be impossible not to when they both lived there, but hadn't had a real chance since his birthday to do anything fun. Maybe after he got done here, he'd go out and find his friend and surprise him.

During the time all these thoughts were passing through his head, Kennen had been busy cleaning out the kennels. The dogs were out for there daily exercise, running off energy in the morning sun before the weather got to bad, and that made it the perfect time to straighten everything out. He had to clean up the waste the dogs inevitably produced, and make sure there was water in the kennels along with the various amounts of food the dogs would require after they got back, and that all meant he had a lot of time to just think. After all, brushing the floor didn't take to much thought to do correctly, and his mind was a whir.

And the entire time he's cleaning, he'd be whistling to himself, a tune he'd heard as a child and he'd kept all this time. The whistles reminiscent of birds singing in the trees. While he's doing that however, he wouldn't actively notice himself doing it. His mind busy with all the thoughts that were running through it.
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[The Sanctuary] Friends?(Timothy)

Postby Timothy Mered on January 5th, 2015, 12:22 pm

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Timothy had woken up early that morning, buzzing with energy. As always, he’d plowed through his breakfast, stuffing food into his mouth as fast as he could without choking on it. So far he was mostly pre-occupied doing odd little jobs around The Sanctuary. Delivering letters and paperwork to Kavala’s desk, finding the blacksmith’s lost file, helping Aweston out with the horses and bringing a crate of Caelum’s meds to Alements. The sun caught the paddock in a harsh, white light. Dew clung to his brown woolen pants as he walked through the tall grass, a cheerful skip in his step.

For once, all was good with the world. He wasn’t hungry, Cadra had made sure of that, nor was he cold. His skin was hidden away underneath his long-sleeved cotton shirt, which he insisted on wearing to shield against the pricking woolen jumper layered over it. A thick, red neckerchief protected his throat and a hoodless cloak and fur boots helped keep the cold at bay. Asdar, who worked by the heat of the forge, had even tossed him a pair of vale, oversized gloves. The fumes of his breath danced after him as he crossed the paddock and made his way to the kennels. A lonely figure tended to the empty dog-houses with great care. Kennen, he smiled inwardly.

Though younger, Timothy took great pride in being almost equally tall as the boy. He wasn’t as fond of being reminded that the Inarta possessed a real bow and knew the basics of using it. Fortunately, there were plenty of ways to compete with his peer and show everyone that he was equally to if not better than his friend. Beaming, he froze his train of thought there. Friend, that was a nice word for Kennen, alongside nitwit, idiot, bumbling fool, and almost-human bird-lover.

Aside from wanting to test the boy, he couldn’t deny the familiar tingle of curiosity his competitor had awakened. It was hard to shake those golden eyes from his mind’s eye too, even if he wanted to. More than once he’d thought back to the swirling pools of shimmering gold and longed to see the real thing again ever since. Kennen was not hard on the eyes and Timothy somewhat envied the boy’s foreign looks.

He approached the idly whistling red-head from behind, an seemingly endless smirk plastered on his face. On his toes, he sneaked nearer and nearer. The bucket full of nose-wrinkling dog shyke was an option, but he doubted Kennen would appreciate having his hard work dumped over his head, nor would anyone else at The Sanctuary see the humor of it. Most likely, they would have him shoveling feces for the rest of eternity if he did that, and he thought Kennen was much better suited for that job.

“Boo!” he grabbed Kennen’s shoulders and jumped onto his back, only to drop down a tick later. “Got you, didn’t I?” he grinned, jabbing an elbow into golden-eye’s side for good measure. “So how’s it going?” he scrutinized the Kennels with his eyes. He knew Kennen was easily flustered, and it would be a waste not to exploit that weakness…

Before Kennen could answer, Timothy straightened up like a candle. “SOLDIER!” he shouted at Kennen, forcing his features into a hard grimace. Mimicking the voice of a hardened, retired sergeant as best he could –most of which could be credited to Jed and his experience with slavers- he stared Kennen down with hard, cold eyes. His hand slashed through the air as he saluted and clicked his boots together, giving the Inarta his best disdainful look. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING SOLDIER? SCRUB HARDER!” he half-barked, half-laughed “HERE!” he pointed at a tiny dirt stain inside one of the kennels. “WHAT’S THAT? EH? YOU USELESS WORM, I DON'T PAY YOU TO STAND AND GAWK AROUND LIKE A DOLT! GET BACK TO- to...”

He burst into laughter. The grumpy sergeant was replaced by a doubled-over, mousy boy, unable to keep his frame from shaking. "Haha! Your face! Gods, you should've seen your face!"

When he'd finally recovered, he slammed Kennen on the back and continued. “Pff, they’re not royalty you know? Dogs won’t care if it’s clean or somewhat clean, you’re finished, it’s time to see what you’re made of.”

A devilish glint showed in his eyes as he grabbed Kennen by the arm and started to drag him along. “You’ve been here for a few days now, but you haven’t been through the ritual yet, have you?” he said ominously. “It’s very painful and bloody, but I’ve managed to make an exception for you. Now, we’re going to the beach and you’ll have to stand in the water for as long as you can. If you hold out longer than me, I’ll finish your job…but if I win, you will have to do my chores instead.”

In truth, he wasn’t giving Kennen much of a choice. The boy could yank himself loose of course, and lose all Tim’s respect in the process. His other option was to oblige, follow the determined Tim to the beach and prove just how manly he was.
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Postby Kennen Dova on January 5th, 2015, 7:27 pm

A happy morning, his job almost done, warm pleasant thoughts in the crisp cool winter air, all interrupted by a sudden weight on his back and a yelled 'Boo'. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn't heard the telltale whisper of leather on stone that would have announced Timothy's approach, and that was a horrible mistake. As the weight settled on his back, Kennen started pitching forward, tossing the scrub he had held in one hand up into the air as he flailed his arms trying to catch his breath, a startled yelp coming from his throat. If Timothy had held on for any longer than he had, it would have ended up with both of them sprawled out on the ground. As it was Kennen managed to catch himself after a few moments of uncertainty before turning around to confront his attacker.

But as he opened his mouth to speak, Timothy elbowed him playfully and filled the silence with his own words. Kennen was glad it was his friend, but he was upset that he had so easily been embaressed by his friend and was just opening his mouth to speak, "Timo-" But was cut off by Timothy continuing with his own speech. Suddenly Timothy had transformed from his friend to a drill sergeant, and was treating him like he was just a common soldier. Even his expression had changed from the friendly one he remembered and into a hard grimace. But his eyes, though he tried to hide it, revealed his mirth and as he barked orders he couldn't keep the laughter out of it. During the tirade his mouth had begun to open in wide eyed suprise, but by the end his fists were on his hips and he had a scowl.

"Why are you so me. . ." And again he was cut off, his friends enthusiasm taking the edge off of Kennens anger that he could feel starting to kindle. He liked Timothy, he had to remind himself as he listend to his friend.

"They may not be royalty, but Kavala expects the best of me!" This time he managed to get the entire sentence out, as his arm was grabbed and the slightly smaller boy started dragging him with him. What was Timothy talking about, a Ritual? He didn't have time for this, he had to finish cleaning and then do the same for the birds. But what his friend was proposing peeked his interest. A contest to see who could endure more cold water? It'd be simple, he was bigger and so obviously it would be Kennen that won. There was no way his mouse of a friend would be able to last as long as him.

Besides It didn't hurt that it got him away from all the Dog Shyke after all.

"Fine Timothy, we can compete. But no cheating, I'm warning you!" He would wiggle a finger from the hand not being tugged on at Timothy, as he continues to stumble along after his persistent friend. They'd be able to make it down to the beach, do the competition, and be back before Kavala noticed he was sure of it. And after the scare he had just received, it'd be worthwhile to knock Timothy down a peg or two. But why wait till then? As Timothy continued to drag him along, he'd suddenly put on a burst of speed and rush out past Timothy, as he does so he'd call out to him, "Race you there!"

And with that he took off, doing his best to pull his arm from Timothy's grasp as he ran on, hoping he remembered the route down and wouldn't make a fool of himself by getting lost. . . Surely Timothy knew, and as long as he stayed just a few feet ahead of him what could go wrong?
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Postby Timothy Mered on January 5th, 2015, 9:06 pm

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“Course I won’t chea- Hey!” Timothy shouted as Kennen bolted away. No cheating huh? Kicking off hard from the ground, he sprinted after Kennen. But the Inarta’s slightly longer legs and the headstart won easily against Tim’s twigs. Within chime he could feel his skin prickle as if touched by a thousand needles. When he’d first arrived and looked upon the fog enveloped cliffs of Riverfall he had thought he’d never feel warm again. Beads of sweat dripping from his brow, glueing his hair together and crawling down his neck proved him wrong. Within four chimes the rocky road bend down and to the right. When his feet hit the sand, Kennen finally stopped.

“No cheating huh?” Timothy panted as he skidded to a halt beside his friend. Heart drumming ins his ears, he rested his hands on his kneecaps and took a few ticks to recover. Seashells littered the sand and the wind whistled loudly in their ears. “Right!” Timothy shouted over the howling gusts. “Next time you cheat I’ll have scrapper chase you around the kitchen,” he laughed. Ever since he’d started calling the flecked pup scrapper instead of Little Cow, the curious yapper had become thrice as loyal. One day he would have to ask Kavala if he could buy the pup off her, but that would have to wait. For now they had more important, manly things to do.

Timothy undid his cloak first, his neckerchief followed before he squeezed his head through his jumper and shirt until he stood bare-chested, shivering like a twig caught in a storm. Already the hairs in his neck stood on end. He shot an impatient glance at Kennen before he proceeded to undo his fur boots. His woolen pants were the last item to land in the clumsy pile of clothes. With only his bracelet and undergarment remaining, Timothy turned to face Kennen, hugging himself tightly in a futile attempt to remain warm. “L-l-last one i-in is a w-w-wuss,” his teeth chattered in his skull. He hadn’t intended to cheat, but if he would wait for Kennen to get ready, he’d freeze. Against his better judgment he kicked up dust and charged into the tide.

Even the frothy crests of the waves were frigid. By the time he stood knee-deep in the water he was unable to feel his toes anymore. With great effort he willed his legs to move further into the water still, though he couldn’t tell if his feet touched the sea-floor or not. Determined to outlast Kennen, he ventured further and further into the biting cold until the icy water reached his chattering jaw.

This is insane! his mind called feebly. He could only grin stupidly. Pinching his nose, he decided to outdo the Inarta in style. He filled his lungs with air and dipped his head into the murky blue. Spluttering and coughing he resurfaced, the wind whizzing in his ears.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap…” he kept on cursing as trudged back to where the water reached his abdomen. His body begged to be removed from this freezing hell, but Timothy had other plans. Should Kennen have had the guts to join him and the misfortune of standing before him, Timothy would splash as much of the freezing water in the Inarta’s direction as he could, patiently waiting for his friend to surrender first, no matter how numb his legs had grown.

“You’re g-g-going to l-lose, you kn-know that r-right?” he bragged, hoping to discourage his friend.
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Postby Kennen Dova on January 6th, 2015, 7:49 am

Despite the frozen air, Kennen soon found himself working up a sweat as his feet pounded down the path. His breath puffing out in clouds of fog, being blown away almost as soon as they appear as he rushes through simply keeping his speed up. It was a close thing, Kennen almost tripping over his own feet as the ground changed from dirt and rock to the sand of the beach. Skidding to a stop, Kennen quickly turned and doubled over, gasping lung-fulls of air as he tried to enjoy his victory. But it was tinted by the fact that while he was still catching his breath, Timothy was already moving.

He had cheated? No, he simply had taken a surprise start as Timothy had earlier to scare him. Fair was fair in his mind, it was just a different competition this time. "You better not have your dog do that, I'll tell kavala!" Even as the words came out of his mouth he regretted it. He knew full well he'd never rat his friend out, and wasn't even sure what Kavala would do. After all Timothy had been here longer, and Kavala liked the dogs. Perhaps she'd cheer Timothy's games on? That would be a tragedy, one he quietly promised himself there to avoid.

He was just finally catching his breath and standing up straight, when he noticed Timothy already taking off his clothes. With a shrug he slowly began undressing himself, slower than his friend, but not wanting to be left behind to much. He was just starting to struggle with raising his shirt over his head when he heard Timothy's voice over the wind, 'Last one in is a wuss!' Those words put a spur into Kennen, he had won the race but Timothy was winning now. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing he could do except to throw his shirt to the ground and then strip off his own trousers, kicking the last leg off as he began his own charge into the water, well behind Timothy.

He hadn't noticed the cold earlier, having been working first then running, but being in the winter weather naked except for your underclothes has a way of reminding you of how stupid you are. His skin was beginning to turn red, goose bumps raising on his arms as his teeth chattered, and he hadn't even hit the water yet. But he couldn't give up, he had witlessly agreed to do Timothy's chores, which he had no idea what they were, if he didn't last as long and that was unacceptable. He didn't even care if Timothy upheld his side of the deal, after all Kennen wanted to do the work to impress Kavala, he simply couldn't afford to spend the time upholding his.

And so he plowed on into the water, gritting his teeth as it began to rise as he went deeper and deeper. At first his ankles, then his knees, then finally his waist. He was about to continue forward, ignoring his now numb lower half, when he saw Timothy go under. Panic surged through his heart, 'crap, What do I do?!' he thought to himself before his friend reappeared above the water. At least he was safe, but it had reminded Kennen of a fact he probably should have remembered sooner. . . he can't swim. He would have to give up sooner than Timothy if his friend kept going out, or risk sinking like a stone.

He was just opening his mouth to say as much to Timothy when he got a face full of water. Timothy was splashing him! As if it wasn't hard enough to stand in the water, the shock of the cold water on his chest and face was overwhelming and before he could stop himself, his body flinched backwards, turning almost all the way as he braced himself, revealing his back and the unfinished wing tattoos there.

But as soon as his body started responding to his controls again, he would turn and scramble forward on numb legs. He was cold. He was miserable. He was angry. And he was going to win, even though his friend was cheating!. 'Your going to lose you know that right?' Timothy taunted him with, and perhaps deep down he still knew he was going to lose, but the fire that had started inside him refused that truth. He was angry at his friend, angry at his own weakness, and determined to win. As he closed in on Timothy, he would push off against the ground beneath the water, going into a clumsy tackle as his cold-numb muscles rebel against the commands of his brain. As he dives, his hands would be outstretched, trying his best to wrap around timothy and draw them both underwater.


Whether or not successful in bringing Timothy with him, once underwater the cold would jar him back to his senses, where he immediately began fighting to pull himself back above the water, numb feet scrambling on the slick ground for a purchase. He wasn't even sure he was touching the ground underneath the waves anymore, he thought he was and that's all that mattered. He wasn't going to drown in chest-deep water, no matter how cold, and that was that.
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Postby Timothy Mered on January 8th, 2015, 1:17 am

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Fine black lines, broken up and incomplete marred Kennen’s back. Wings had been inked over his shoulder blades. Puzzled, Timothy ceased his splashing. A fatal error. In a flurry of red hair and outstretched arms the Inarta submerged him. Panicked, he reached out and cling onto Kennen, but in the end they both broke through the surface.

The world became a muffled, blurry blue. Salt water lumped into his throat. He kicked aimlessly. A jabbing pain shot up his right foot, but he kept kicking until his other foot connected to soft tissue. Coughing and panting, he resurfaced. Kennen, you idiot! His heart galloped in his throat. Had his supposed friend just tried to drown him? Despite the frigid cold he found it hard to cool down.
But then his eye caught something else.

Blue specks, three of them, lingered on the beach. Narrowing his eyes he could make out three Akalak boys. One seemed to be about his age, the other two were decidedly older.

Moving up to Kennen’s side, he tapped his friend on the shoulder and turned him around. “Look,” he murmured, pointing at the distant specks.
The three milled about where they had left their clothes. Their laughter was carried by the wind. Not five ticks later, the Akalak turned towards them and waved. Timothy was about to wave back when one of the blue-skinned boys turned his back on them and stood wide-legged over their clothes, his hands reaching below his belt.

Even over the sweeping wind, Timothy could hear a bladder being emptied.
“Oh, no…”

He stormed out of the water, hoping dearly Kennen would follow.

“Hey!” he shouted. The scent of piss wafted towards him, joined by the young Akalak, about his own height, and one of the older ones, towering several inches over him.

“Hello there,” the old one smirked.

“What are you doing?” Timothy tried to shoulder his way past the older boy but a trained, blue arm held him back.

“I could ask you the same. Is the red-head your girlfriend? Little romantic swim?”
Timothy ignored the bully’s sneers. “Those are my clothes!” he cried, jutting his chin to where the oldest and tallest of the three was just finishing up his ritual.
“Oh I know.” The blue arm wrapped around him, locking him in place. Still grinning the fierce-eyed, black-haired Akalak rubbed his left knuckle over Tim’s noggin. “My brother has been itching to meet you.” He was tossed straight into the tallest Akalak’s gorilla arms. The flat nose and square chin reminded him of someone, though he didn’t know who.

Bam! A fist landed on his upper jaw with such force that he thudded uselessly to the ground.

“Get the other one,” the tallest boy commanded as he jumped down on Timothy’s chest and drawled. “thin bones, dirty, smelly, you must be Timothy.”
His cheek felt thick and swollen, and a tooth had been knocked through his lips.
“I believe you’ve met my father. Who you stabbed,” he climbed further up Timothy’s chest until his flawless, handsome face, twisted by rage, was less than an inch removed from his victim.

Tim connected the dots immediately. That petching drunk Hirem had dealt with had a son. Two to be precise.

In the meantime, the two other Akalak had struggled to get Kennen down and bring him to the oldest. Unable to see how his friend was faring against two opponents, trained from youth in combat, he prayed Kennen had managed to get away, but doubted it.

“Let’s go do something fun,” the teenager said darkly. “You’re going to stand,” he jumped off and lifted Tim with one hand, “and watch as we teach your friend here why he shouldn’t acquaint himself with the likes of you.”
Should Kennen have been caught by the other two, he would be on his back and on the ground, four feet in total mercilessly kicking into his side.

Timothy writhed. “Stop it! You’re hurting him!”

“Really? We’re just getting started…”
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Postby Kennen Dova on January 8th, 2015, 9:29 am

The last thing he saw was the look of utter surprise on Timothy's face, his tackle had worked out just as he wanted. But his satisfaction was short-lived as his friend managed to drag him under with them. The struggle in the cold blue water definitely put a damper on his mood, his panic stricken mind at being under the waves simply telling him to get up and out of the water as fast as possible. That effort was hampered when he felt Timothy's foot use his stomach as a stepping stone, but a few seconds after that he managed to surface and begin coughing and sputtering.

As cool air filled his lungs, replacing the salty water that had tried to do it's job, an eager happiness filled him. He had bested Timothy, and while he still had some super cold water to endure, he was sure he was going to win. So it was with a grin on his lips he was about to turn around to say something to Timothy when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The murmured word and pointing finger definitely put a damper on what he was going to say, his eyes tracing the path to the beach by where they had left there clothes. A trio of blue boys were standing around, and Kennen was about to wave and call out to them, sure in himself that they'd probably want in on the challenge, when he noticed the distinct movements of one of them about to relieve himself on there clothes.

Something twisted inside Kennen as he heard the telltale noise, his clothes were being soiled and for what? Some childish amusement? He was out here in the water next to naked, and his only source of dry clothes was being ruined. This wasn't just a prank, this very well may be his and his friends life, and these boys were toying with it! The cold air and water were nothing compared to the flames of anger that burned brightly inside him, it was as if all the anger he had buried in the past few days, all the hurts and upset feelings he had suppressed, came boiling back to the surface in a sharp flame. He wasn't even sure if he was right to be as upset as he was, all he knew was that these boys had picked the wrong person to pick on today.

And so it was that Timothy found himself trailed by a very angry red head, Kennen glaring daggers at all the boys and specifically the one who had been relieving himself on there clothes. His hands were clenched tightly into fists by his sides, the chill water running down his body in rivulets, his long hair plastered to his face as his breath puffed out into the air.

"You Petching, Skyke eating bastards!" He yelled out as they approached the trio, his mouth running faster than his mind as his anger took over. There was no master here now to beat him for it, and he was relishing in that fact, his words changing between languages as he simply thought of all the things he could call them. "You cowards, Dog Shyke spewing zith!" followed by a couple trill whistles, "Craven wingless worm meals!"

He was so consumed by simply saying whatever came to his mind, he was taken unawares when Timothy was assaulted by the group, his eyes fixated on the one nearest him. But the words ordering them to come after him certainly spurred the two youngest Akalak's into motion. It wasn't until he had a fist squarely planted against his mouth that he realized what type of position they were in, but even that didn't truly penetrate the haze of anger that he had embraced. The fist simply stoked the flames of the anger, but this time it was traced through and through with pain and fear.

Anger was fine, he knew it was stupid but he had no problems with it. But this was going to far, he had to get away. He couldn't fight two boys bigger than him in his undergarments. But even as that thought passed his mind, he found himself wrapped up in two blue arms, one hand over his mouth as the other had his arm locked behind his back. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be. He had escaped slavery, there was no way he was being captured again. But that's all he could think of, three people bigger than him, holding him against his will, hurting him.

And that was what convinced him he had nothing to lose by fighting back. He had started to think going limp would be a good idea, but he knew first hand what cruelties people could inflict on the helpless and he had sworn not to have that be him. Struggling against the arms holding him, he opened his mouth and bit down on the fleshy palm that was covering his mouth, his teeth sinking deep in as the Akalak boy screamed out his pain.

There was just a moment of slack, and he took it. Spitting out the taste of Akalak out of his mouth, he was just starting to turn, trying to tug his arm out of the grip it was in. But it wasn't fast enough, the boy who he hadn't bitten him understood what was happening to fast and took a fist full of Kennen's hair, yanking him off balance before kneeing him in the stomach hard, dropping the poor Inartan to the ground.

Groaning in pain, his anger subsided as the pain took over, he pushed against the ground trying to get up, but as he did so he felt a sharp pain in his sides, forcing him to the ground again, a cry of pain escaping from his throat. But it wasn't just one, the blows were repeated over and over, no matter how he tried to twist away, to shield his body from the tormentors, there feet managed to find ways to connect and cause more pain. He knew that someone was talking, he could hear them, but he couldn't concentrate on anything past the pain.

Whimpering in pain, crying out at the particularly strong kicks connected, he did the only thing he could do, curling up into a tight ball, arms hugging himself as he did his best to endure the kicks. . .


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[The Sanctuary] Friends?(Timothy)

Postby Timothy Mered on January 17th, 2015, 9:50 pm

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oocFar from my best, but I thought I'd get something done. I had the Dog rescue planned, but unfortunately I didn't manage to write it out so well. Oh well...they'll survive, but no one will leave unscathed


“Oh he’s a proper little scrapper isn’t he?” the oldest Akalak laughed as Kennen fought back. “Look at him!” he grabbed Timothy’s chin and forced him to watch. “How long do you think he’ll remain conscious? Two minutes? Maybe three?”

One minute tops, Timothy heard his mind answer.

The kicking only ceased when the other boys had tired of it and looked to their leader for further instructions. Blood trickled down Kennen’s nose and unless treated, his body would soon be covered in ugly blue bruises. “Now it’s your turn,” the eldest smirked.

At once he was shoved forward and into the hands of the middle brother. He could just make out Kennen being dragged towards the eldest before he was slammed chest-down into the sand. The little grains were warm in comparison to his numb, frozen limbs.

“Keep your eyes open,” the oldest told Kennen as he held him in place with his big, strong arms. “And mind you don’t piss yourself, I don’t like the smell you see.”

The three of them laughed. If they’d remained silent, perhaps then they’d heard hindlegs kicking up sand and a choir of barks following. Timothy didn’t need to hear it though. With his cheek pressed into the sand, he saw Scrapper and four other of the Sanctuary’s dogs come storming over the dunes.

“Right,” the eldest said, giving a curt nod to his brother. “Soil the pisspot.”

But before the younger Akalak could obey, he was tackled to the ground by a loudly barking scrapper. Timothy felt the cold hand pressing into his back slip away as two of the imperial watchers dove at the youngest of the three.
Timothy leapt to his feet and rushed to Scrapper’s aid. He was brave, but not very strong, and the middle brother had already managed to toss him off.
-Only to have a seething Timothy land on him.

Timothy didn’t care what he hit, he just kept pumping his fists against the Akalak’s skin, not even looking up to see how Kennen was fairing.

The two remaining dogs had brought the eldest brother to his knees, but it was going to take more than two snarling dogs for the Akalak to yield and Timothy was already pre-occupied with reducing one face into a gooey blue puddle.
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[The Sanctuary] Friends?(Timothy)

Postby Aoren on May 19th, 2015, 1:24 pm

Timothy

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Socialization +3 EXP
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Acting +1 EXP
Persuasion +2 EXP
Running +1 EXP
Endurance +3 EXP
Subterfuge +2 EXP
Brawling +3 EXP
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Leadership +2 EXP
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Endurance: Pushing Through Cold
Endurance: Taking A Fist To The Face
Acrobatics: Running Jump


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