Closed Defining the Different

In this Seasonal Open Event of mine, Krysanthe attempts to get together a group of people who want to explore the forests a bit. Not really for food, but for fun! Let's discover the strange djed-effected creatures! What could be more fun that oddly colored squirrels?

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The westernmost tip of Kalea, Wind Reach is home to an amazing group of people and their giant eagle mounts. [Lore]

Defining the Different

Postby Vaas on December 23rd, 2012, 10:00 am


Clutching the tree, Vaas couldn't see the chaos developing around him in the tree. Everything happened, so fast for him. He never had a chance to respond, but honestly what the hai could he do anyways. He figured the beast was a monster of some sort, but he wasn't sure what kind of monster. Nobody ever described the beast to him when he got into the tree. All he could do was hold onto his staff and grip his staff in anger while the two people he loved were risking his life for him. He never met Aidara personally till today, but he knew people cared about her, and if she had a family, they would miss her if she was gone. Suddenly he heard the monstrous voice of the beast cry in frustration at them. He could actually make out the words fall down in Nari. Suddenly he felt the tree shake, he figured the beast must of rammed the tree. He turns his head when he heard a branch the sound of someone falling. The sound of Aela voice confirmed it was Aidara who fell.

Suddenly, Vaas felt a hand gently grab the staff from his hand. He figured it was Krysanthe since she was the only one on his left side and to his right hand was on the trunk. Suddenly, he felt the branch start to move as Krysanthe jumped from her place of safety. Vaas heard where she landed and heard her run towards the beast. Vaas yells at Krysanthe, “What are you doing? Stop Krys!” Scared that his childhood friend would die, he heard Aela say I will cover you. He heard the twang of the bow in rapid succession. Four shots were fired and the beast cried out in pain three times. Something clicked in his mind, the beast spoke in Nari. Was the beast Inartan? He heard the beast cry out in pain, and Aidara told them to hold their assault. Vaas says to himself, “It definitely spoke in Nari..”

Letting go of the branch, Vaas jumps down from the tree. The fall was longer than expected, but the momentum down increase for a second till he hit a branch and landed on his hip. The pain was intense and he will mostly likely be scolded by the three women for doing something reckless. He heard the sound of the dying beast and figured he must do something to ease the pain of it. Ignoring the pain in his foot and hip, he hobbled over to the beast. As he approached the beast, he asked himself in his head, “How could I comfort it. If it was Inartan, it was probably not human, but it had to be big enough to shake the tree.” Vaas smiled to himself when he realized the only creature big enough to shake a tree and speak Nari was a wind eagle. He not sure if Wind Eagles know any Inartan children's songs, but if it knows Nari maybe the lyrics will sooth it pain.

Vaas can heard heaving breathing, and he figured it was Krysanthe. He walked up beside her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Vaas said softly to her as walking toward the beast, “You know Krysanthe even today you still have a knack to surprise me...” He walked closer to the beast, took a deep breath, and he sang to the beast in Nari. He figured the only song he knew that could strike a cord with the beast. When he started to sing, he chose the song, "Little Sparrow Lost in Wind". It was his favorite because it was a song about a little sparrow trying to brave a storm. During the song, the sparrow tried helplessly to brave the storm, but it couldn't quite keep the strength enough to fight the winds of storm. Eventually, the sparrow gave up hope and it helplessly let the wind ravage it's body. Eventually, the goddess Priskil caught the sparrow in her hands and brought it to safety in the eye of the storm. He finished the song right before he stopped standing in front of the beast.

Vaas could smell the pungent odor from the beast in his nostrils, and he said to it in Nari with a sad smile on his face, “Hello my name is Vaas a chiet from Wind Reach...I am not sure what happened to you, but even a blind man can see your in pain, and please don't worry I can not hurt you.” Feeling the anxiety well up inside him, he swallows than continues talking, “As you can see, I am very much helpless, and I understand if you eat me because what I am doing is very very....very stupid.” He chuckled to himself and continued talking, “I know you are from Wind Reach since you spoke Nari, so I gather you must be a wind eagle or a rider. Listen before you die or I die, could you please tell me your name, so my friends can tell your loved ones about you and tell Whisper of your passing into the next world...Now if your going to kill me make it quick.” He stick up his hands for the beast to wait a moment. He says to Krysanthe without turning around and says with a chuckle, “Since your the only family I have Krysanthe, I am going to curse you with the duty of taking care of Wind Dancer when I am gone...Ok I am ready..” He said to the beast and waited for it's reaction towards him.
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Defining the Different

Postby Krysanthe on December 31st, 2012, 3:19 am

Krys was virtually blinded by the exhilaration of battle. Her mind went blank. All sound was canceled besides the steady beating of her heart, which seemed so distant yet pounded in her ears. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing was important. Not life. Not death. Not mercy. Not fear. She had become a machine, swinging the club, beating down the beast. Hit. Hit. Hit. Every hit was echoed by her heartbeat. She hadn’t noticed Aela’s arrow cover, no matter what a vast difference it made in the battle against the beast. She hadn’t noticed how the beast staggered, how its shrieks of battle faded into shrieks of pain and defeat. She hadn’t noticed anything at all. She didn’t even think about what she was doing. She was hardly aware that she was doing it.

In a moment, though, an unfamiliar motion flickered in Krys’s periphery. Aidara had managed to regain her footing and waved. It took Krys a moment that seemed to last forever in her mind until it registered that Aidara was saying something. “Enough!” The Endal shrieked. Krys was holding the staff above her shoulder, ready to swing it down upon the beat once again. She almost didn’t listen to Addy. How could she? This animal was still alive. It was still a threat. A danger. A monster. She gazed at the creature with her jaw locked and teeth clenched, braced for another swing, but then she saw the pain in its eyes. She saw its suffering, and she was reminded that this beast was not merely some soulless monster. She was reminded that it had not always been this way.

Krys saw in its eyes the remnants of pride it once had. It had once been so pure. So strong. So beautiful. But where had the beauty of the bird and rider gone? It was lost in Ivak’s rage. It was burned away with so much else. It was ripped from these poor creatures, leaving them with nothing more than skeletons of who they once were. They were nothing more than shadows anymore. They were only ghosts of their former lives, yet still they clung to the frays of life with a grip that was but another curse of the god’s horrid wrath.

Krys was attacked not by this beast, but by an overwhelming onslaught of emotions. She couldn’t decide whether she should feel guilty for harming a living being that had already lost so much, or proud to put a creature in so much pain out of this world of suffering and into the divine. Looking into the animal’s eyes where fear and sadness rested, Krysanthe realized that one should never find any pride in another’s death, no matter how just. One should never be proud of fostering such anger and destruction.

She dropped her staff and took a few steps back, her eyes wide as she gaped at what she had done. Sure, by attacking this beast she had saved a life, yet at the same time, she had ended one. Who was she to weigh one life over another? She had hardly considered the life of the animal, if it could even be considered a life. This creature had a soul, however marred, and she had squandered it. She was filled with regret and sorrow and pain towards the creature. She wished she could soothe it. She wished she could fix it. She wished she could make it all better. Sadly for her, today was not her day for her wishes to be granted.

Krys jumped when Vaas put his hand on her shoulder. It hadn’t clicked in her brain that the sound from behind her had been the blind man taking a flying leap from his perch in the tree. She gave him a look as he tried to bring light to the situation, watching his bit of a limp with disdain. Had he hurt himself falling from the tree? And what did he think he was doing? She reached out to grab him away from the animal, still finding herself stricken with fear. But then he started to sing.

She recognized the song. It was Vaas’s favorite. He sang it on the first day that they met and had really been singing it ever since. In all the times that she caught him humming the tune, never before had it made her cry, and never before had she jumped in to sing along. But this time was different.

In the morn the sparrow flies into the soft lit sun
On gentle winds that carry him, he danced and sang and spun.
How could the bird now understand the danger that awaits?
The storm clouds grew now as he flew and gentle winds grew great.


Krys thought immediately of the mighty Djed storm that so damaged this poor creature. It was eerie how accurate this song was to this situation, as if it was meant to be.

For winds do change and weather banes a miserable disaster
The shore is gone, the waves are high, Oh sparrow, do fly faster!
The little bird- he’s flying up, in wind he can’t survive
The crashing voice of thunder and the lightning crash on high


Flying up. Why did the bird fly up? Krys had never thought about it. She thought of how the eagles flew up to try to protect their people from the falling debris, yet many of them didn’t survive the sheer force of raw djed.

Sir Zulrav, fierce and vengeful cannot help and stop the storm,
Leaving little sparrow lost and hurt, alone, forlorn.
Great winds lift up the little bird and toss him all around,
They lift him high and lift him low, never to touch the ground.


More like Ivak didn’t want to stop the storm. It was almost fantasy like to imagine that the freak event that ruined this pair’s lives, fusing their souls together as it had, was just a simple storm such as this, with winds and thunder and lightning. It wasn’t an act of a vengeful god escaped from prison. It was just a storm.

With Zulrav’s voice beating him down, he can’t take anymore
So little sparrow, close your eyes, pray for eternal morn.
He’s waiting for Death’s warm embrace, and Zulrav’s voice grows dim.
He gently opens frightened eyes to find a light ‘round him.

Have faith now, bird. Please don’t be scared. You shall not die today!
The light protects you from the storm, keeps winds and rain at bay.

The sparrow looks around him with his new and opened eyes,
The winds blew miles around yet he could still see open skies!


Krys remembered that feeling, the feeling that she couldn’t take anymore, that she was going to -and wanted to- die. She had, more than once in fact, waited for the ‘eternal morn’ when she would fall asleep and not wake up. The idea that one could just wake up and find a light protecting them from the storm of life was wonderful. It was assurance that everything might just be okay, that the sparrow can just fly through the storm and open their eyes to be in the center, where there is peace among chaos.

Look up, dear bird, look up! And see your savior clad in white!
A woman who can make the morn from your eternal night.

She lifts the bird and cradles him, never to let him go.
With gentle kiss upon his brow a blessing she bestows

Through the kiss the bird finds strength to flap his wings once more
The little sparrow lost in wind is found forever more.
In the eve the sparrow flies into the setting sun
On gentle winds that carry him, his journey's just begun.


All her life, Krys had just assumed that the bird was simply rescued by Priskil and taken to the eye of the storm and given strength and then flew with the eye until the storm dissipated and then flew off into the sunset like a classic hero and lived their life. Today, seeing this creature struggling to keep grasps on the fragments of reality piercing its charred soul, Krys gained new perspective. What if the sparrow didn’t live?

‘The little sparrow lost in wind is found forever more’. Found forever more? How can anything truly be found forever? And Priskil never let him go. What if she didn’t carry him to the eye, but to The Ukalas? What if she carried him to his next life? What if the setting sun was a metaphor for something else? Isn’t that how stories usually ended, with a sunset? But his journey began after the sunset. After the storm. Did he die? With this new thought, she looked at the broken eagle and rider with new eyes. Maybe, just maybe, even if they didn’t have a chance in this life, they’d have one in the next.

Of course her new perspective didn’t change the fact that not only did this beast just try to kill them, she just tried to kill it, and Vaas was walking up to it and talking to it like they were making some witty repartee at a petching tea party. As far as Krys was concerned, ‘stupid’ didn’t even begin to cover Vaas’s complete idiocy. Vaas gave Krys his final wish and Krys was appalled. She didn’t even think of Wind Dancer. If Vaas died, the bird would be devastated. They had quite the bond. Besides, Vaas was not leaving her with that egotistical little hawk. Not today. She reached out her arms again, prepared for the worst, ready to pull him away if the creature really did try to attack him. If the creature spoke as Vaas wanted, it would be a perfect moment, a moment of peace and truth and happiness. A moment of closure. A moment of hope. From Krys’s experience, moments like that didn’t exist in the real world, and if anything could be said of this moment, it’s that it was 100% real.
Update 12/30: -My list- Defining the Different - Beauty and the Beast - A Pinion a Pair - Always the Quiet Ones - Grief

"Why is it that the cherished moments we love the most are gone in a heartbeat... and the moments that we wish could just be done with never seem to end? The answer: It is truly the smallest moments of laughter and love that we are to remember forever, simply because it was gone so soon that it lingers in our minds..."
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Defining the Different

Postby Stardust on April 21st, 2013, 10:43 pm

Award!

Krysanthe :
Experience:
Leadership - 1
Rhetoric - 2
Socialization - 3
Observation - 2
Climbing - 2
Tactics - 1
Weapon: Staff - 3
Investigation - 2

Lores:
The Need for Adventure
Climbing to Hide in a Pine Tree
The Appearance of a Djed Effected Wind Eagle
Using a Staff as a Weapon
Music Triggers Memories


Vaas :
Since this character is retired, I will not be giving a grade unless he returns. In which case, please request the grade again!


Reila :
Please update your Character sheet. Once the housing, ledger, and thread list is up to date I can give you the grade for this thread! Just let me know! :)


Norien :
I'd be more than happy to give you a grade once your character sheet is up to date. Please update your thread list, ledger for the seasons, skills, age, and add your housing! :) Just let me know!


Aidara :
Experience:
Rhetoric - 2
Organization - 2
Negotiation - 1
Leadership - 2
Planning - 1
Investigation - 1
Running - 1
Climbing - 1

Lores:
Making Quick Decisions for a Group
The Memories of a Djed Effected Wind Eagle
Falling from a Pine Tree
Fear Disrupts Breathing
Compassion for Those in Pain


Aela :
Experience:
Observation - 2
Planning - 2
Investigation - 2
Climbing - 3
Weapon: Long bow - 1
Leadership - 1

Lores:
Fear of the Unknown
The Scent of a Djed Effected Wind Eagle
Distractions While Aiming
Catching Oneself From Falling
Worry for a Friend


Too bad this was unfinished! It was such an entertaining and enjoyable thread to read! Very dramatic and suspenseful! Very emotional as well! I felt bad for the mutated Eagle! But I'm glad that everyone worked together to survive! I really wish there was more to read!

Nice job!

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