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Breaking the wings

Postby Fallon on March 31st, 2014, 9:56 pm

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Fallon remained curled up in her ball. Pain split through her, the piercing stabs as her mind screamed to make it stop. To halt the pain, to allow herself an escape to somewhere. Anywhere. There was a third, a kick in the shins forcing her to crease up, the bitter taste resounding in her mouth. A final pleading look, that frightened and tormented gaze a child. Tears flooded, the intensity bleeding out of her ego and dissipating into the air. No, she would not be saved – why would one put themselves into danger for someone they had just met.

All the adults were the same. They did not care, they did not feel.

That banshee howl of rage, that trembling war cry for blood slicing through the air. The forth did not come. Barely peeking out from behind the tangle of limbs she watched. Enough was enough; the elder had finally snapped and retaliated. Those shackles that tied back the emotions, which held back the will power and crippled one with fear begun to weaken. Chains rattled, and whilst she watched Zandelia throw herself at her attacker without a second thought – Fallon simply begun her scrabbling.

Limbs objected, pain sinking its fangs in as they refused to work or obey. With the attention now off of her, her eyes were released to the brutality of the master. Tiny hands clenched up tightly, that hollow look resting within her gaze as her protector received the brunt of the torture that was meant for her. Shouts sounded out, the crunch and kicks as the pair were separated by force. Eyes blinked the expression turning to that of horror as the heroine of this scene was defeated.

Dragging herself up to her feet, the little girl swayed her mind conflicted upon her next set of actions. She wanted to stop it, to halt the torment, to make a change to this attack. Make it stop, let it heal, protect, save. Just as Zandelia had done for her. The beating pulse rocked within, the mind wrestling over. By trying to intervene surely it would return things to as they once were? All the effort would be to waste. Throat constricted with the tremble of breaths and arms as she stared. Closer now, the flames, the fire, the ability to reach out and grab him was there. Yet still she hesitated, that momentary pause as the hissing crack escaped.

But she had saved her when she could have done nothing.

It was little arms and legs that wrapped their way around his thigh, that feeble pull in an attempt to pull him off. Her eyes screwed up shut, her head burrowing itself into his muscle as she continued to tug - Get off her! Leave her! Take me! It’s my fault! Mine… - There was a back hand straight across her jaw, the angry shout of disgust to her retaliation. World buzzing and bright, the senses took over a base primal rising up like a fire. Fallon’s head wheeled back round, teeth bared and eyes burning. Jaws snapped at the hand, tiny teeth sinking in to the flesh. An angry shout sounded out, the other fist rising back in retaliation and then promptly the sink into nothing.

When Fallon did finally come round it was with a slow sluggishness. The floor was cold, her head throbbing with pain. Cracked lips broke and split, the taste of blood and bile having accumulated in her mouth. It was the dulled aches that clawed upon her, the forced stiffness of the mind. It blurred and twisted, her vision contorting round into shapes. What had happened? Where was she? Why could she not understand?

It was dark, the shadows weaving their way up the wood work and leaving her hovering in a black abyss. A hand shakily moved and stopped as the joints objected. Pain screamed and the rattling coughs of breaths sounded out as she shifted slightly. Was she alone? It was difficult to tell with one swollen eye. A faint glow crawled under the door into this tiny box of a room, the orange snaking out across but not all the way in. It was still too hard to make things out. Her better eye blinked, and she twitched.

A low, mournful whine escaped. It mimicked an animal, starting off as a low tremble in the back of her throat. From there it rose up, the vibration loudening into a pitch, her form barely rising up before the weak limb once more crashed to the ground. She was hurt and hungry, though she was uncertain which one was more intense at present. Not that it mattered, for the face of distress quickly came on show. The whine continued, lips parting as it grew louder and firmer. She was scared, there was no one here. She was completely alone. Right?

Please. Someone. Answer!
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Breaking the wings

Postby Zandelia on April 1st, 2014, 2:29 am

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The darkness was silent, the darkness was comforting and in a way it was a release. She didn’t know if she were alive or dead, if she would suffer further either way. She did know, in the very depths of her subconscious, that she had peace for now. Little mind told her that she had done well, she had achieved something even if it were pointless rebellion in the futile defence of another. She hadn’t know the girl long at all, to many it would have seemed idiotic or psychotic that she had risked herself in such a way. They didn’t understand slavery though, they had never known the having of literally nothing except free will – and even then only barely and not for long. Each experience of it had to be treasured and she had used it nobly, which was rare for Sunberth.

I die and yet I live. I live and then I die. What is this feeling? What does it mean and why? Is this what adults feel like? she tried to plumb the depths of the shadows but for every stroke downwards within herself she tried to make her retreat was repelled.

Her eyes flared open and she coughed, a mistake she found as her small torso became a lace of pure agony and she was forced to roll over and curl into a ball as the tears came and she hunched into herself for protection. She was sure the Master would be standing over her, ready to hurt her further and she had not the strength left to fight…it was pointless. When the blows didn’t come after a few chimes of whimpering and trying to blot out what msut have been broken bones to her mind she slowly uncurled and finally opened her eyes to take in the space around her.

Darkness, nothing but dark and cold and hard flooring. This wans;t a grave and it wasn’t her usual room though it approached it in its lack of comfort. No, she realised soon enough that this was where they dumped those whose willpower got he best of them. Locked away for days they would be with nothing to sustain them but their own dwindling strength as their bodies ate away at them. She didn’t know how it worked but they always came out afterwards weak and wasted, so much so that they couldn’t fight. They were broken and never argued again. Lifeless shells with nothing left to hold within them they went to even the most debauched tasks with nothing but a plain, stony resignation. She gasped as the fear gripped her and throttled her throat so that she couldn’t breathe, or she was breathing too fast. The groan came and she knew she wans;t alone at least.

“Fall-f-f-fallon?” she managed to roll over and felt her way towards the sound until her figners brushed flesh. She dragged her way across the floor, eating dirt and spitting it out as she did so.

No, I won’t end up like them. I have her. I will protect her. Please…please… she sobbed, her little mind unable to deal with such large ideas and finally collapsing and she wrapped herself around the girl finally and with the last of her strength drew her close into an embrace, a child’s embrace with nothing in it but the need to be with someone else. Anyone else.

“It’s okay…we’ll be fine” she lied, knowing it was all a sham but willing it not to be so, “we’ll be fine. Fallon. I’m sorry. S-so sorry” she sobbed into what she thought was the girl’s shoulder.

Her eyes were growing used to the darkness now though they were still marred by the wetness and she could see they were in a veritable box where she could barely even stand, though Fallon would no doubt be fine to do so. She had the feeling ti was going to be a long wait for their release. She had to be strong, as strong as she could.

“Are you okay?” she whispered eventually.
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Breaking the wings

Postby Fallon on April 2nd, 2014, 10:08 pm

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There was noise, the calling out of a stammered name within the dark. For a moment there was a pause, her eye blinking and the whining falling sharply silent. Lips gave a twitch, her head barely rising from the cold stone floor. For a moment she paused, alertness consuming as she tried to match the voice up. Lips parted, a trembling squeak sounding out again. Blindly in the dark she gave a squirm, the cry sounding out once more and the aching chest contracting.

A touch, a brush, the nervous flinch back in recoil as the elder made herself known. Fallon squirmed, weak arms pulling her forward barely clawing out across the dirt. There was a second cough that broke into a whimper, her tiny frame fighting to wiggle itself forward. Head nuzzling, it was the gentle caress of fingers that lured her in, that clinging hold that wrapped around the pair. Tiny fingers clung to her, the entire form shaking with fear as she buried herself in. It was warm here, safe from the pain for those few precious moments, free from torment in this embrace. Even her own damp face burrowed itself in, the neediness of it all keeping her in place.

She did not understand what was going on, or why such things were happening exactly. But she did understand that she needed to do something, anything. It was her mind that wished for change, to cast away the agony and torment not just for herself but also to the one who had shown some form of compassion. It was tears that served as an answer for the both of them, for Fallon it was the internal frustration, that longing wish to smother the pain and seek safety.

Fallon’s voice turned into a click, if it could even be called that. Tones were mimicked, the stumbling as she tried to make some form of comprehendible and useful sound. Communicate, reassure, answer. Her eyes screwed shut, a low breaking of sniffs as she let it out. Her mind tensed, her eyes blinking up in the dull light to Zandelia, the tiny hands snaking their way up to her face and the digits gently tapping beneath the eyes. She still couldn’t take in the face of the elder – let alone make proper eye contact. But it was still there, the intention and what was meant from it.

Gingerly she squirmed in closer, her barely brushing against Zandelia’s before she pulled back. And all the while a low, wheeking noise escaped as she focused and concentrated. Fingers touched damp, a gentle pattering as she heard the whisper, and then pressed herself in close once more. The voice box vibrated, the gentle sounding out of something more audible – Hear. Understand. Know. No pain.

”Za… Za, Za, Za,” was the response. The fingers traced the eyes, her teeth briefly chewing upon her lip. She knew she should of stopped making noises, it was for the best. Adults did not like it when she made sounds, the low mumblings of something not quite right. It was with a blink the noise stopped, sucking down into a quiet nothing. Her head hurt, her body screamed for strength, but she could not share that – to do so would only get her into trouble. And that in the end equalled more suffering. So, in response to the question she simply nodded against her chest.

A finger tapped above her heart, and then moved up to the lips with a tap – Speak feelings – and then promptly Fallon pressed herself against the girl. In the dark with her it was not so bad. There may have only just been the pair of them in the cramped space, but there was no pain here. Something she quickly was beginning to understand. There was a second tap on the lips this time, and then in the gloom she pressed a hand against herself. Lips broke into a weak smile, her face wincing slightly to the bruising. No one was here to hear her but Zandelia, right?

”Za. Sm. il. e?”
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Breaking the wings

Postby Zandelia on April 6th, 2014, 2:22 pm

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There was the terrible stretching of time, never really tracked whilst she sobbed and used her hands to give the other a quick, patting once over to make sure there were no serious injuries. Nothing was broken as far as she could identify and she reasoned, as best she could, that there would be far more consistent screaming if something were. The joints seemed in their places and the girl was moving around at least, slowly and uncertainly but then no blame could be placed upon her for that – they had both suffered from their assaults. The small hand came up to brush her face, fingertips probing gingerly. She took it with her own and placed it upon her cheek, where she guessed it was intended to be.

“Yes, yes I am fine. Really. Fine” she stated, her shuddering and starting breaths betraying the truth of the pain but she didn’t want the younger to know that, to see how inured she was. She had to be strong, strong enough for the both of them.

She brushed her cheek against the tiny palm, shifting herself closer and down so that Fallon could better see her – she seemed to have a slower reaction to the dark interior of their present prison. It was the sounds that made her eyes widen though, they were strange and almost guttural. She felt fear ripple through her then, had they locked them up with hounds for their attacks of the amster? Would they really do that? Why were these elders so terrible to her? To them? It took a few moments of stilled, bunched muscles, for her to realise that the noise wasn’t from some strange creature but were coming from the girl. Incredulous she slipped down further to better hear them – they were all but face to face now.

“ZaZa?” she asked softly, “what do you mean Fallon? Wait…you can’t talk? They didn’t teach you?!” she asked, inexplicable sorrow filled her at that thought. Something hardened within her, a small lump she didn’t recognize and served to compound the feral emotions previously experienced.

They would take a child who hadn’t even been able to speak? Had taken her so young? Did they do this to her? Break her into silence? No….no! I won’t let them! she resolved, she was in unknown territory now.

She didn’t know how to be a sister or mother or anything much apart from slowly dying inside. She did know about not giving up though and she would make the girl talk, encourage her even. Not around the Master…no. But together. Alone. In the dark. They had time she knew, they would be here for a good number of days and together they could instil a sense of defiance, personal not overt. She had a friend now and that meant everything. Friends helped, they protected and they played. Not complicated, difficult things but childish and silly things. Talking was a game wasn’t it? She remembered her mother with a trembling lip and how she had made it so.

“Yes! Yes Fallon, smile. Smiiiile. Look” she smiled weakly for the girl so that she could see it clearly, long and exaggerated.

“Zandelia” she tapped her chest and then Fallon’s lips to gesture to repeat as best she could, “Zan. Dee. Lee. Ah. Go on, you say it. Let’s play a game Fallon. You say what I say. You can talk with me. I won’t hurt you”

“Go on” she had an excited tone, encouraging and animated, “Zan…Dee…Lee…Aaah” she tapped her chest and then tapped Fallon’s, “Faall. On” she smiled and winced at the broken lip and bruised cheeks.

She was not sure how much damage had been done to her yet, it was painful but numbing as time passed into a dull throbbing. As far as she knew her entire face had been smashed to pieces but at least she could still talk. That was something precious right now and she was thankful. She cupped the girl’s face and looked into her eyes deeply, searching for something in response, something to grasp on to.

“Please Fallon, talk to me. I…I wasn’t you to. With me. Not with Master. With me” she tried for the smile again and this time managed to do it without wincing overly much. She nodded slowly.
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Breaking the wings

Postby Fallon on April 7th, 2014, 10:36 am

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For a moment she blinked, her hands being guided up to the face in the dark. Everything was so out of place in the dark, lost in a black misama that made coordination difficult to work upon. The rumblings of those rougher pitches continued for a moment, the mumblings of noise as she listened to the elder before breaking out into a trill. There was a gentle pat of the hand against the cheek, followed by a rub of the cheek to those reassuring words. Her head however continued to nuzzle against her, if not for the occasional patter of movement - curious almost in what was available to grab hold on of in the dark.

Disorientated, she gave a pull back in surprise when Zandelia's face came level with hers. For a moment there was a flicker of confusion, her head cocking to one side as to where exactly it had come from. Lips pursed into a line, the green-blue orb flickering upward into the dark then down and along the length of body. The hands however continued their pattering and came to rest cupping the elder's cheeks. And then the mimicking of her noise came. With only a tap on the chest of the elder, Fallon spoke once more, "Za."

Za is you. - her eyes managed to catch the outline of Zandelia's at that point, and it was her gaze that held there for a long few ticks. Brow raised to the wavering expression, her lids pinching slightly as she tried to understand. Was there something wrong? Was there something troubling? An injury or a hurt? Her hands gently traced down, prodding, poking and testing as she passed by - checking for injuries the only way a child could, through touch. "Pa.in?"

There was a flinch when Zandelia's voice raised, surprised almost that the girl had done such again. For a moment her eyes darted about, looking almost for a master to come out of nowhere and begin punishment. It was what happened last time. Tiny fingers pressed over her lips, that look of urgency smothering her face. She had to look out for the elder in whatever way she could - where she may have been trying to be strong, she had to watch out for the little things that could cause issue. Releasing a hiss, she puffed her cheeks and then returned her attention back to the elder. Withdrawing, she gave a blink and a slow nod. She brightened when Zandelia gave a smile, her own teeth breaking out as she formed a grin. A finger gave a tap, "Smi.le."

A faint promise of a game, the lingering encouragement that it was alright to use her voice. There was confusion, a crisis of choices and contradictions. If that was not clear by the look on her face, then it would be the way she gave a concerned look. For a moment she exhaled, her brow meeting into a line as she tried to decide which option to pick. She gave a chew of the lip, a hesitant croak as Zandelia continued to openly suggest the formation of words. Trembling she raised her hands to the cupped, and pondered for a moment. Maybe, if she was quiet he would not know or find out.

Fa.Ll. on," she gave a tap to herself and then pointed across. There was a pause, her mouth forming into a line followed by a twist of lips. Or at least until words slowly formed, "Za... N... nnnnn... dee... ahh?" There was a sniff, followed by a snort and a shake of the head, "Za-Zan!" It was a bit of a mouthful of a name to say, and even with it stretched out like that she felt it was in appropriate.

Yawning, the girl squirmed herself up against the torso, her tiny legs curling her up into a ball, "Zan. De," there was another pause, her head tilting to one side as she took the elder in with blurred vision. Tapping once more beneath Zandelia's eye and then lowering down to where the heart would be she managed to break a smile, "Pretty." She gave a firm tap, a muffled sigh as she buried her head in. Event the faint mumblings of single, broken words. Tiny hands clung on, purring trembling in the back of her throat, "Warm. Safe. Zan.De.Lia. Za. Za..."
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Breaking the wings

Postby Zandelia on April 8th, 2014, 12:05 pm

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It was a slow process, her breathing made shallow and as quiet as she possibly could so as to cause as much silence as possible for the youth to concentrate within. She merely watched, nodding encouragingly whenever those small eyes looked up at her with what seemed like mixed apprehension and fear. The small fingers came to the mouth in a shushing motion and she frowned at that before pushing the hand away gently and shook her head in mute disagreement. The Master didn’t care that they talked in a dark room – only when around him were such rules required. Whilst he wasn’t with them she doubted he even thought about them. Even amongst them the slaves seemed mere distractions from more important things. She didn’t understand why people were so cheap to him but then again all adults were strange. Her concentration was returned to the room as the hands seemed to search her.

What is she doing? Prodding…poking. Is this her game? Should I play along? she smiled at that, ready to nudge her back when the moment presented itself but it never came. Instead that croaky voice issued forth again in the question.

“Pain? A bit. Shouldn’t have attacked Master but you were…well I…no. It doesn’t matter. No pain. Not anymore” she ruffled the hair of the girl lightly, it was true.

Her greatest pain so far had been being alone. No parents, no friends, no possessions. Nothing at all. Now she had a friend and it was a whisper in the back of her mind, a frisson of the world itself that she couldn’t properly read. Something was changing though, something shifting as probabilities changed and what appeared to be chance was in fact fate. They were both oblivious to this of course, only Lhex saw the weaving of the tapestry – everyone else merely played out their individual threads. She smiled again, this time in response to the suggestion of the girl.

“Yes…smile. Pretty smile” she touched the lips of the girl then, mimicking the actions as Fallon mimicked the words.

It was fun, terrible and yet fun. The girl had so much trouble saying these things, simple things. It was clear that she could speak but chose not to – silence her companion. Retreating from the world of sound and instead living inside her own head. She had seen much in the world but this girl was a sad sight in some ways. It was almost as if she had skipped the middle and at her young aged gone straight to the end – broken. The silent ones, the ones who did everything mutely and without question or complaint. Never forced, always compliant. The older girls, used and abused bodily until they shattered. She fought back the tears again, it was all just so unfair.

“Yes. Zan. Zaaaan” she whispered as the words were being formed. The girl was getting closer to her now, no longer shying away and the words were becoming dulled and tired.

Her face contorted into various shapes, expressions and moods. It was almost as if she were feeling out the words as she said them. Or parts of the word at least. She was patient, not breathing, as her name was finally said upon the lips of another for the first time in a long while. Even broken up it was a true treasure, something that couldn’t be taken away from her and now someone else knew it. She released her held breath with a joyous feeling and wrapped her arms around the girl to pull her tight.

“Yes…Zandelia. Zan. Za. Fallon. Safe, Fallon is safe” she sighed out as she cried, silently this time.

“Warm. Tired. Sleep. Rest” she told the girl.

Now was not the time to go further, the simple joys were enough and all she could hope for now. She wouldn’t sleep for a while, her body was still throbbing far too much but in time she would drift off. Until she did she would stare into the darkness and her thoughts would begin to slip down pathways that they hadn’t considered before. They thought of freedom, of release from bondage and how to get it. Simple idea, foolish ideas. They would never work but that didn’t matter.

It was a spark.
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Postby Fallon on April 8th, 2014, 12:50 pm

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It was in the dark cocoon of limbs and bodies that Fallon nestled herself up. Her head tucked itself in, the faint curling up of the form as she pressed. The lank dirty hair spread itself across the surface, her eyes barely lifting to take the words in. It was a reflex to chase after the hand that had pressed against her hair, a brief stirring of her mind to respond to it. Tiny fingers pawed after the larger ones, and gently pulled them down to investigate. With a gentle pull and bend of joints, the girl simply played with them for a few ticks in curiosity. Eyes blinked, the breaking of lips into a grin of simple delight, before she released the claimed hand.

Of course, the first page of the story had only just begun - the cast had been set, the scene presented and made up. Action came forth, the words of the script spinning out before an absent audience. But it did not matter, for it was just the two of them - their moment, their piece of peace. A respite before the dark maw of the world once more closed in around them. With touches being mimicked, the girl gave only a gentle tap upon the nose her brow raising as she took the world in - her whole world.

Zandelia, protector, carer and hand to hold. It was the wistful mind of the young that made this figure her light, that lingering hope and safety from the badness. Lips barely pursed together, a low whistle as she took it in and then chirped the words back, "Zaaaaaaaannnn.

There was a snort of amusement, an enjoyment over the simple things of life. And it was such a thing that held her in place. She did not hear the silent tears of the elder, she did not know of the extent of the spark she had ignited within the heart of the creature beside her. It was beyond her understanding at present, but she did know that somewhere relief had come to the elder. With the knowledge that it was safe to speak at least when alone, she released a steady hum of noise and returned to her snuggling.

Hands all the while gently pressed against the torso, reaching up and stroking on occasion. Or at least until the movements once more became sluggish. Letting her eyes slide shut, she let herself be wrapped up tightly in the arms and sucked in the air. Cradled up, the shades of grey and black darkened. Her mind slipping out of that final waking focus. It was warm here, safe, not a care in the world. And perhaps, it was with that in mind that things begun to seem just that little bit brighter. With barely a yawn escaping she released a mumble of noise and promptly slipped into a slumber.

"Sleep well."
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Breaking the wings

Postby Vanari on May 17th, 2014, 1:46 am

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Lores :
  • Slavery: Displays of Dominance
  • Wilderness Survival: Starting a Fire
  • Zandelia: The Wall
  • Cutting Vegetables Like a Tall Person
  • Spelling My Name With More Than Letters
  • The Cruelty of Masters
  • Zandelia: My Protector
  • Learning to Speak


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Wilderness Survival +1 XP
Leadership +2 XP
Endurance +3 XP
Teaching +3 XP
Cooking +2
Interrogation +1
Intelligence +2
Observation +3
Brawling +1
Rhetoric +3 XP

Lores :
  • The Life of a Slave
  • Wilderness Survival: Building a Fire
  • Guiding a Young One
  • Firearmll = Fallon
  • A World of Brutality
  • Protecting Fallon
  • Fallon: Never Learned to Talk!


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Well done, as always. A fantastically gritty flashback and a great inside look at how their relationship first started. Brava!

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