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Not found on any map, Endrykas is a large migrating tent city wherein the horseclans of Cyphrus gather to trade and exchange information. [Lore]
Jasmine got up yawning once more as it was becoming harder and harder for her to get up properly. Sighing gently Jasmine made a glass of tea to help wake her up. Peeking out of the tent and seeing it was still mostly dark out side showing that Syna had yet to raise her sun, Jasmine knew she had enough time to grab a bath and get ready for work. Finishing her tea Jasmine went off to get washed up before returning to her home. Closing the flaps tight she started a fire and let her hair dry using the fire. She knew with the cold outside Chaser would not wish to be gotten up when it was time for the woman to go to work meaning she will be walking again. She didn't mind walking around the city it gave her time to actually talk with some of the different people around the center of town. She loved the open life a drykas lived, but a part of her wondered what it was like to see other places.
Though the woman would never act on such impulses. She knew there was no way that she would be able to make it across the sea of grass without catching a ride with a caravan or knowing how to fight. Which neither was possible at the moment. Jasmine wouldn't want to confine Chaser either knowing he would go crazy locked up all day if the city did not have an open area like the plains for the stallion to run around in all day. Light blue eyes darkened some at the noise outside of her tent, shaking out her hair and testing the dryness Jasmine deemed it dry enough that she could venture out side of the tent. Maxiums was in one of his moods again as he barked orders at the other younger Moonstone kids. Jasmine growled and tied back her hair while walking out and standing between her father and the little ones.
“ENOUGH!” Jasmine growled and glared at him as he just glared at her, “they are not your workers! Back off!”
“Watch your tongue girl. You are close to being exiled from the pavilion,” he growled at her.
“Then do it! I would rather be exiled from the pavilion than live under your rule. You will never be Thrash!” Jasmine growled using her grandfather's name.
Thrash was a wise old drykas man who had been the ankal up until his passing the past summer. Everyone had loved to come do business with the Moonstone pavilion due to his kind nature. His son Maxiums had not gotten the kindness his father ruled with. He had become cruel to his wife and bitter to his children. Especially Jasmine after she refused to marry anyone he had chosen for her. Due to her defiance Maxiums had become much tougher on the younger members of the family. Jasmine often stood up to her father when even her mother backed down in fear. Though not always the wisest thing the girl could do she refused to let her siblings suffer under his rule should she be able to help it.
The Clan is Strength. The Clan is Life.
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Maxiums growled and hearing the girl's words. Fury over took his better judgement and he lashed out at the one who his wife had bared first. Jasmine didn't back down while he growled at her. One moment the girl was standing the next she had been struck to the ground by her father's fist. Suddenly something snapped in the girl, and Jasmine had finally had more than enough of her father. Snarling Jasmine whipped around knocking the drykas off his feet.
“THAT'S IT I AM DONE WITH YOUR SHYTE!” Jasmine growled and lunged tackling her father backwards into the dirt.
Maxiums was caught off guard by the girl's sudden attack. He had never once dreamed that the blue eyed blonde haired woman would have enough of his treatment. Jasmine sat a top her father's body as he had managed to raise his arms before the girl began her onslaught of hits. Jasmine was blind with a rage she had never known before. The rage inside her fed her body to keep punching keep attacking. Don't back down, don't give him any time to recover, recovery meant death for the young girl; finally Maxiums saw her attack to the point she was showing fatigue. Taking the advantage the older drykas brought his arm around and punched the girl square in her jaw knocking her to the ground. Jasmine groaned from the hit as soon she was dragged up by the hair of her head.
“You really think you can win? You who has never even learned how to properly punch someone?” The man started to laugh.
The laugh cut through Jasmine's very core. She was scared, but refused to let him see her whimper and cry out for mercy. By Syna's light she would survive this fight and prove him wrong. Jasmine sent up a silent prayer to the gods to help her. To let her attacks fly true to their intended target. Snarling Jasmine jerked her entire body down using her weight to help try to throw the man off his game. Thankfully it managed to work, Maxiums land on the ground with Jasmine's hair still tightly gripped in his hand. Jasmine managed to find a stick just barely within her reach. Getting her finger tips around the stick she pulled the stick to her before jabbing it into her father's arm causing him to scream and let go of the long blond tresses. Jasmine panted and glared at her father from before the curtain her hair created over her face. The tips of the wild blond mane moved slightly from the heavy breathing of the face behind the curtain.
“Well you have more fight in you than I imagined you would have in you,” Maxiums said with a smirk as his eyes danced at the thought of fighting his own child.
Jasmine growled and whipped her hair behind her head. Slowly Jasmine stood watching her father's very movements as he slowly stood up as well. Jasmine slowly circled the man across from her as he watched to see when she would let her guard down. The woman had seen her father fight more than she had cared to see. Watching him fight most of her life Jasmine knew his tricks; he wasn't taking a breather he was watching her like a hawk.
“Smart girl show no weakness, but you forgot one thing I know you,” Maxiums growled with a wide grin on his fast as he charged at the girl.
Jasmine braced herself for the impact that was to come. Flying backwards Jasmine skidded across the ground as Maxiums laughed looking towards the girl. Jasmine slowly got up wincing in pain at the huge scratches across her lower back where the wind mark is. Seeing the marks only added to her father's rage.
“YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BONDED TO THAT STALLION! HE SHOULD BE MINE! YOU ROBBED ME OF MY VICTORY!” Maxium growled stalking towards the girl.
“He would never have submitted to you,” Jasmine said with a glare to the man before her.
She was trying to bid time in order to formulate some kind of attack. Maxiums snarled as hatred danced in his eyes as well. Jasmine growled and went to jump around him, when the woman lunged however Maxiums grabbed her leg and slung her in the opposite direction. After some time of Maxiums tossing the smaller female around she had finally come up with something. If she could just get some separation from him. Jasmine groaned when she landed close to the front door of the tent while he laughed and threw out both arms. He turned with a huge smile on his face ignoring the bruises on his arms or his busted lip from the girl's attack. Jasmine crawled into the tent while his back was turned and hid the kit out of harms way.
“Come out come out little fool and die with dignity,” Maxiums said and stalked towards the tent planning to finish her once and for all.
“Maxiums no! She is your daughter,” Rose said wanting to stop the two from killing each other.
“SHUT UP WENCH!” Maxiums said with a snarl looking at the woman he was bonded to.
Jasmine slipped out the back of the tent with the kit and her daggers just in case she needed them. True she wanted to return, to skin him alive with the blades but it was not the time. Jasmine decided to wait and bide her time before finishing the fight. Maxiums growled seeing the woman missing and threw out the flap to the tent looking for her. Jasmine climbed higher into the tree and kept the kit quiet listening to her father.
“RUN YOU LITTLE WHELP! YOU WON'T LAST LONG!” Maxiums shouted looking around before turning to the others and demanding they return home.
Jasmine sighed in relief as she had taken all she could take this day. She wanted to live to see another day.
Lore: The Moonstone Pavilion: Not as Happy as it Once Was Brawling: A Style born of Rage and Desperation Taking a Beating Until you can Give your Own Sometimes the Only Choice is to Run
Additional: -Split lip and a nasty bruise on your right cheek; both will heal within five days -Numerous smaller bruises and lacerations on your back, torso and limbs; all will heal within five days at the most, but be careful they don't get infected
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Well, that escalated quickly! One minute she's sipping tea and pondering her day, the next she's battering at her old man, BEING battered and fleeing his wrath. Wow!
This was a pretty well-realized thread, but for something as serious as attacking an Ankal, you NEED to understand that there will be serious consequences for your character's future. At best, Jas would be disciplined severely; at worst, the only sod could exile or kill her. Be very mindful of that in your follow-up threads.
Aside from that, remember to write in the PAST tense, as is the format with Miz. You slipped into the PRESENT a few times.
Oh, and please make sure you go back and edit your post in the Request Thread to reflect the fact this one is now done and dusted. PM me with any questions and later 'tater!
