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A Horse Boy and A Game Scout Walk Into A Bar...

Postby Zhol on May 30th, 2015, 12:10 am

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"It's okay."

The words weren't for Khara's benefit, but the look was. He could see every horrified thought looming menacingly behind her tear-soaked eyes. He could see the impossible choice being weighed, the way her mind experimentally tipped the balance one way or another, imagining the prospects and possibilities of each. From the moment the Endal had spoken, Zhol knew what choice Khara would make; what choice she'd have to make; and the toll that it would take on her if she made it. But the two options that the Endal had presented were not the only two; and Khara and the Endal weren't the only two with the ability to make the choice.

"Let him do it," he insisted; his words didn't matter to Khara, everything he wanted to say to her was said with his eyes. There was forgiveness, there was love; there was absolute resolve and certainty that Zhol had done the right thing, and that he would do that same right thing over and over even if this day replayed a thousand times; and there was a plea for trust, a plea for patience. His eyes blinked, and then shifted, his gaze turning to the Endal. "If he needs a tiny little game scout to deal out his punishments for him, he's probably not all that tough."

This was Zhol's plan, his inspired strategy. Khara didn't have to choose if Zhol chose for her. Khara didn't have to decide whether she or the Endal hurt Zhol, if Zhol managed to provoke the Endal into action before she got the chance. There was no way he escaped from this without pain; but if he could spare Khara even a shred of the guilt of feeling responsible, if he could spare her from having to live with having made that choice, it was a sacrifice worth making. The plan went further still. For now they were quietly tucked off to one side, a disagreement between three people amid a crowd that couldn't care less. A fight though, or a beating? That was sure to attract attention, and all of the Endal's bravado would come under scrutiny. Maybe he would follow through with it. Maybe he would beat Zhol into a pulp, and then drag him and Khara off to wherever he expected to do whatever. But heated threats weren't premeditated. Heated threats weren't thought through. Here in the moment, with emotions running hot, the Endal had gone from wanting Khara for purely lustful reasons to wanting her out of spite. One set of emotions had begun to supersede the other; if Zhol could make him angry enough, if Zhol could make himself the focus of the Endal's attention and ire, perhaps he would forget about Khara.

His eyes glanced back to Khara for a brief moment, his hand trying to convey his entire plan in two simple gestures: I love you and be safe.

About half a second later, Zhol discovered how successful his plan had been. That moment in which his eyes had strayed away, the Endal had launched his first strike, a direct retaliation for Zhol's sucker punch blow that had started this entire ordeal. Zhol reeled at the impact, but barely had time to process what was happening before the Endal followed up with another blow, a knee to the gut this time that doubled Zhol over in an instant. A third hit, square between the shoulder blades and only just barely missing his spine crumpled Zhol completely, his legs giving out beneath him and depositing him on the floor. It was as his chin struck the stone and propelled his teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip that he realised how foolhardy a plan this was.

Even so, he didn't retaliate. This wasn't a fight, after all: this was a beating, a punishment that he was on the receiving end of. He tried to block out the pain as the Endal took advantage of his floored state, two swift kicks catching him in the gut, every last ounce of breath squeezed from his lungs, his chest burning to make sure he was fully aware. The only fighting that Zhol did was inside his mind, trying to calm himself, trying to focus, trying to meditate away the pain. He fought to imagine his candle, each kick making the flame sway violently; he mustered all his self control, willed it to be still, begged the flame to be calm, implored it to fill his mind and distract him from every -

Zhol's struggling lungs struggled harder, a choking noise throttled out of him as the Endal's hand wrapped around his throat. Zhol wasn't sure at what point his eyes had closed, but they snapped open, looking up as the Endal loomed over him. "Probably not all that tough?" the Endal spat, glaring into Zhol's eyes.

Suddenly, Zhol's arm snapped up, his fingers wrapping around the Endal's wrist. All his focus, all his meditative effort, was suddenly thrust into the pores of his hand, res oozing forth beneath his skin. He had tried this before when he confronted the blacksmith who had broken Khara in the fall. He had tried it again in winter, when he had been attacked on the Sanikas Road. This time, there were no brutish lackeys to distract his efforts, and no layers of winter clothing to stand in the way. His res seeped from his skin onto the Endal's, coiling around his arm as if his skin had become infected with some kind of living tattoo. "I am a reimancer," Zhol forced out, barely even able to give sound to the words. "Touch her, and I will set your skin on fire."

Despite the pain, despite the difficulty, Zhol's slips spread into a smile that was more of a sneer, blood clinging to the teeth that the expression showed. "What women will want to be with you then?"

Rage widened the Endal's eyes. He snatched his hand away from Zhol's throat, but the horse boy's grip was vice-like, refusing to let go of the Endal's arm. His other fist reeled back, another blow planned to dislodge Zhol and free himself. "How dare you!" he began to exclaim, but the words never got the chance to finish.

"Enough!" a new voice boomed, another hand suddenly wrapping around the Endal's other wrist, staying his hand before it could strike. The Endal turned, looking as if he was about to strike out at whoever was attempting to stop him, but a flash of recognition made him stop. "That's enough," the voice repeated, a little more gently, but just as stern.

"This Outsider -" the Endal started to say, but he seemed to think the better of it mid-sentence. "The Chiet -"

"- is Aine's daughter," the new voice countered. Finally able to draw air into his lungs, Zhol's mind was able to muster enough clarity to realise who it belonged to: another Endal, Jensen, who he'd come to know over the course of the season. The other Endal seemed to recognise him as well, and regarded his fellow eagle rider with a strange wariness. Zhol knew that Jensen was an oddity among the Endals, spending much of his time away from the city, except when his duties demanded otherwise. Perhaps it was the mystery that made the first Endal wary; perhaps he knew something that Zhol did not. "If you harm her, I will set fire to you myself. In the meantime, the Outsider seems to be thoroughly punished. I suggest you walk away."

"But -"

"Walk away, Dral."

Whatever further protest the Endal was considering, he kept it to himself, defiantly wrenching himself free of Zhol's grip before he rose to his feet, and strode out of view with all the aloof supremacy he could muster. Jensen waited until he was long gone before he turned his attention to Zhol, who had slumped back against a stone floor that was proving to be surprisingly comfortable, all things considered; or perhaps that was just the loss of feeling that had begun to permeate his body. "You are a fool," Jensen observed, with a sigh.

"He was going to hurt Khara," Zhol countered, weakly.

Jensen quirked an eyebrow. "A lovestruck fool," he conceded, "But a fool none the less."

His attention shifted, apparently satisfied that Zhol was not about to expire in the next few moments. His gaze instead settled on Khara, a confusing mix of emotions all carefully concealed behind a nondescript frown. "He tried to hurt you," he asked, with something that sounded almost like genuine concern at the very fringes of his voice. "Did he succeed?"
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Postby Khara on May 30th, 2015, 8:24 pm

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I love you, be safe, it was those two gestures that froze her in place. The first she knew all too well, the second was one that Khara had certainly seen Zhol make before when explaining his former home's language to her, but it's direct meaning was a loss to her. She knew what he meant by it, though, don't interfere; and it took every ounce of will she had to heed that wish as Zhol was knocked to the floor. Without a word his eyes had implored her for understanding, for her continued trust. Khara knew there was no way that Zhol was actually choosing the second of the Endal's cruel options, so she had no choice but to believe that her love knew what he was doing.

It didn't make it any easier to watch, though.

Her hands had cupped over her nose and mouth, muffling the slight cries of anguish as she watched everything happen. She wanted nothing more than to look away, but her wits told her that if something were to go wrong, she'd need to know. But how could she tell when it went wrong when apparently what was right was watching Zhol beaten. Why wasn't he fighting back? Why was he just letting the Endal do this to him?

It was when the Endal's hand went around Zhol's throat that she found herself step forward. Whatever irrational plan her mind was trying to conjure, however, didn't need to come into fruition as Zhol strained to speak up. It all made sense to her then, exactly what he had been planning came into light and she slumped back against the wall, muscles tensing and cringing in anticipation of what would happen...

And then suddenly it was over. Khara didn't care who had intervened, only that someone had. Stunned silence filled her mind despite the conversation taking place. She was only vaguely aware that her mother's name had been mentioned, that the Endal had walked away, that Zhol was speaking to whoever it was that had put a stop to it... And then Jensen's voice leveled on her and reality came rushing back.

Rather than answer the question she quickly surged forward, and slid to the ground as her arms wrapped around Zhol. She gently tugged him against her, resting his head against her stomach as her fingertips softly trying to wipe away blood from his mouth. Her head shook slightly in a delayed reply to Jensen's question, a glance up at him only lasting a tick before she returned her full attention to Zhol.

"I am so s-sorry," she mumbled, oblivious to the way her words came out in frantic gasps and Khara's shoulders shook as her body fought against the open display of emotions. "It-it is all my fault. W-we sh-should never have come here. I should have just... "

She couldn't bring herself to finish the statement. Guilt was already seeping it's way fully into her at the simple realization, Zhol was hurt because of her and she hadn't been able to do anything to prevent it.
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Postby Zhol on May 30th, 2015, 8:58 pm

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Zhol's eyes had closed themselves. He didn't remember deciding that they should, but all things considered, if his body wanted his eyes closed he wasn't about to argue, considering what he'd just chosen to put it through. He felt rather than saw Khara take hold of him - or at least, he presumed and hoped it was Khara. If it was Jensen, there was a very different set of boundaries to their relationship than Zhol had realised, and there was something very strange going on with how soft and gentle the Endal's hands were. No, it was almost certainly Khara. That made far more sense.

Deciding on that high probability, he negotiated determinedly with his eyes, peeling them open a fraction at a time, gazing up at the distraught and terrified and yet undeniably beautiful face that stared back down at him. His lips instantly shifted into a smile, which proved a mistake; a fresh taste of copper seeped across Zhol's tongue, and a slight probe of is split lip with the tip of his tongue yielded a pool of tangy fluid that he contemplated for a moment before swallowing into his throat. Part of him wished that he'd been cognisant of it a few moments before; spitting a bloody mouthful in the Endal's face would have been a pretty satisfying gesture.

Those thoughts drifted away with minimal effort though, as his eyes unfocused and then focused on Khara once again. "See?" He offered, a blink that lasted a little longer than it should have momentarily distracting him, and forcing him to revisit his open eye efforts once more. A hand fumbled around, taking a few moments to find one of Khara's and take hold of it. He pressed her palm against his cheek and leant into it, the feeling of calm it filled him with soothing it's way through his body. He started to place a kiss against the heel of her hand, but his lips stopped him, an uncomfortable shift in the great cleave through the flesh of his mouth reminding him why it was probably a bad idea. He forced himself to settle for a restrained smile instead.

"Told you he wasn't so tough," Zhol added at last. "Kept you safe all on my own."
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Postby Khara on May 30th, 2015, 11:04 pm

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He wasn't wrong. Zhol had kept her from harm in more than one way. He had stopped the Endal from touching her in the first place, had taken the hit that was meant for her, and had kept her from having to do something that would haunt her for years to come. Aside from the distress at seeing him in such a state, Zhol had done everything he had always promised to do. He had kept her safe.

Still, Khara couldn't stop the ongoing storm of thought that squarely placed responsibility for Zhol's current state on her shoulders. It wasn't the same as having caused the injures herself, she knew that. Khara was even feebly aware of the fact that the Endal hadn't been angry until Zhol had punched him, but she could hardly blame him for such a thing; there probably wouldn't have been anything Zhol could have done that wouldn't have enraged the drunken man when it came to putting a stop to the Eagle Rider's advances on her.

It wasn't who she was that was the problem; there wasn't a reality conceivable that Khara could imagine that Zhol would ever try and put a stop to someone hurting her. It was more of a matter of what she was. It was just like the Endal said, she had to do as he ordered. If she was better this wouldn't have happened, if she wasn't so incapable...

She doubted very much that the other Endal, Jensen, was able to read minds; it was far more likely he had heard her muttered apology to Zhol in the first place. Still, she was forced to become aware of his presence when he dropped to one knee next to the couple. For a moment his hand rose, as if he was considering placing it reassuringly on Khara's shoulder or maybe to reach out in some other manner.

A sigh of resignation left Jensen before he spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard over the ongoing club noises that were oblivious to what had taken place. "This isn't your fault."

"But he is hurt because of me," Khara countered, insistent. Her choice of using Common to answer was deliberate. She had to have Zhol hear her, to understand, to know how much regret she felt over the ordeal.
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Postby Zhol on May 30th, 2015, 11:54 pm

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"Pretty sure I'm hurt because of me," Zhol grunted in disagreement. He tried to move, attempting to take control of the situation and sit himself up, but a pang of pain from a rapidly forming foot-shaped bruise on his side had other ideas, and his body's natural instinct to recoil away from it crunched his stomach, and forced a slightly laughing, slightly coughing breath from his lungs. "Or because of him," Zhol conceded, appending it as an off-hand comment.

More gingerly this time, he shifted his weight more slowly, extracting himself from Khara's lap, and twisting - a little awkwardly - to balance the weight of his torso on just one elbow. The unoccupied arm reached out, his thumb gently brushing across her cheek. The ache in his chest as his hand came away damp was nothing to do with scuffs and bruises, but had struck a heavy blow against his heart none the less. "He hurt me because I punched him, and because I taunted him into it. You didn't make me do that. You didn't make him do that. You didn't make any of this happen."

His hand reached across, the back of his fingers brushing away a few more tears from her other cheek. His hand strayed downwards, following the curve of her jaw back to the spot on her neck where her Chevas mark lingered. In the dim light of the Inclement Weather, it looked so subdued and forlorn, the metallic sheen all but faded into sombre dullness. He let his touch linger against it, his gaze looking past the worry and guilt and panic in her eyes, seeking out the timid and frightened girl hiding behind it all. "I keep my promises," he said, as sincerely as he could muster; and he knew Khara would understand exactly which promise he meant. "Even if I hadn't provoked him. Even if you had done what he wanted without protest... it would not have made a difference. I would have found him tomorrow, and I would have done more than make threats."

His eyes fell away for a moment, more than a little ashamed at the utter certainty in his voice at the prospect of the kind of ruthless retribution he would have unleashed had the Endal actually harmed Khara instead of merely scaring her out of her wits. He had no doubts that protecting and avenging his beloved, his wife, was the absolute right thing to do; but a part of him worried that Khara would not, and would never see things quite the same way. He forced himself to look into her eyes again.

"He was wrong," he added, one last thought to try and chip away at the misplaced guilt that Khara clung to. "He said that you were his to do with as he pleased; but Cheva says you belong with someone else, and I'm pretty sure the opinion of a goddess carries more weight than some pesky eagle rider."

His gaze flickered to Jensen for a brief moment, suddenly realising the more amiable Endal was still there. "No offence."
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Postby Khara on June 3rd, 2015, 6:43 pm

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It was the sight of the forming bruises and the lingering blood at his mouth that kept her from immediately throwing her arms around Zhol. Some part of her wanted to continue to protest, to argue, to steal and hoard away the blame for what happened; but it was tucked away, gently shoved aside in favor of heeding the trust she always placed in him. Khara knew her own views could frequently be skewed on such things and for once she tried to genuinely let herself believe that she was as blameless as Zhol said. Mostly; the guilt wanted to linger regardless, but at least it lessened in the knowledge that her husband refused to let her believe she earned it.

It was hard for Khara to tear her thoughts away from all the terrible [i]what if[i]s that were attempting to recreate the moment in her mind, but the gentle touch against her cheek and neck guided her back to the present. A small smile was managed as Zhol explained why the Endal was wrong and no sooner had he finished speaking than her resolve broke as her arms quickly wound around his chest and she tugged herself against him, easing away with widened eyes and an apologetic look at the painful sounding sharp intake of breath he took.

A light chuckle sounded behind her and it was only as Jensen replied with a simple, "None taken," that Khara even realized the other Endal was still there. She glanced over her shoulder at him, suddenly realizing just how much she owed him for interfering. Khara wasn't sure at what point the other Eagle Rider would have stopped his assault, but she knew things could have - and no doubt would have - been much worse if Jensen hadn't stepped in. Zhol had saved her, but the Endal had saved the person she loved and it was something that the Chiet wouldn't forget any time soon.

She would have to thank him later, when they were somewhere that her usual soft way of speaking might actually be heard. For now, her attention returned fully to Zhol and her hand raised to gently brush just above one of the worsening marks the other Endal had left behind.

"W-we should get you to the Infirmary," she suggested, the uncertainty in her voice making it clear it was more a question of going only if Zhol wanted to.
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Postby Zhol on June 23rd, 2015, 2:02 pm

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"No."

Zhol's protest came with as much determination as he could muster; which wasn't all that much, all things considered, but it was enough to be understood. "No infirmary," he reiterated, trying to ease himself up off the floor a little, his aching body protesting with much more efficacy than Zhol had managed. "I have made enough of a spectacle of myself already."

Another vain effort to heave himself from the ground was interrupted by a firm grip around his forearm, as Jensen added his apparently considerable strength to bolster Zhol's efforts. The horse boy offered him a small, tight smile - robbed of it's proper form by the wince of pain that overcame him part way through - and pulled against the Endal's assistance, stiffly and awkwardly hauling himself to his feet. "Thank you," he managed to breathe out, as his feet finally found their proper place beneath him again.

Jensen shrugged it off, wordlessly. "I am here with Kami," he explained instead, his words seeming to carry more implication than such a simple set of words should have had. "I will ask her to collect some medical supplies from the stables and bring them to your room." His eyes shifted to Khara, heading off any potential protests about horse medicine being used on her husband. "She has treated my injuries quite often," he assured, "And if her salves are strong enough to ease the pain of a horse, they are sure to leave your husband feeling quite comfortable."

Jensen moved as if he were about to lift Zhol's arm over his shoulder, but the horse boy resisted, tucking that arm against his side and instead reaching out with the other, gently wrapping it around Khara's waist. He was careful not to subject her to any of his actual weight, covertly struggling to keep that aloft all on his own; instead he merely wanted her closer, to tug her into as much of an embrace as his battered and aching body would permit. His voice softened, his gaze seeking out hers, every negative aspect slowly fading away as he peered into her eyes.

"Take me home," he whispered, gently squeezing her a little closer to him, even though it hurt. "Everything will be fine, as long as you are with me."
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Postby Verilian on June 24th, 2015, 2:29 am

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Khara

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  • +1 Kissing
  • +2 Observation
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Lores: Celebrating Zhol's Two Year Wind Reach Arriversary, Finding Privacy in a Mass of People, Choosing Middle Ground, Propositioned by an Endal, Zhol Punched an Endal, Standing up for yourself and your love, Saying "No", An Impossible Ultimatum, Forced to Watch your Love Beaten by Dral, Zhol is hurt and it's My Fault, A Debt Owed to Jensen

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  • +2 Unarmed Combat
  • +3 Intimidation
  • +1 Planning
  • +1 Subterfuge
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Lores: Celebrating Zhol's Two Year Wind Reach Arriversary, First Time Wearing Inartan Clothes, First Visit to the Inclement Weather, Giving in to the Inclement Weather, Crashing into Drunks, Using Your Body as a Shield, Meditation Technique: Withstanding Pain, Saved by Jensen, Khara: Daughter of Aine, Beaten by Dral, I am hurt and it is NOT Khara's fault

Injury Report:

Bruises: Numerous bruises all over taking anywhere from a few days to a full season to fully heal.
Busted Lip: Fully healed in 5-15 days.
Bruised Ribs: Will be super sore for days, could take a full season to stop being tender. (I know this because I am experiencing it irl at this very moment.)

If, for some reason, you want the injuries to be worse, feel free to change them as you please.


Notes: I just want to say, Khara, one point of your Observation award was for watching Zhol get beat, because that was very hard to observe. Great thread, guys! I am a fan as always, even when it isn't gushy luvy stuff. ;)

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