Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 18, 2018 8:18:25 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged2 + short note | At his flat comeback to her question she remained stoic only blinking at him as she watched. Any flippancy on her part towards him in this situation would probably cause an angry retreat back into his seclusion. They were walking a fine line here that neither of them really had any familiarity with, she could tell by Mot’s agitation that it seemed he didn’t approve of the dialogue, and Mot was a reflection of Axel’s subconscious. Without a doubt she walked a hairline trigger. She drew her right knee up to her chest, her left leg stretched out so her soaked pant leg could dry, and lacing her fingers over her knee she rested her posture as she watched him silently as he began to reveal the horrors of his early years. She grabbed onto every word he said as she began to draw connections and understanding to the rationale behind his actions when dealing with her own failures. He had learned these lessons the hardest way possible, if she hadn’t have clung to his instruction the way she did the revelations would have inspired greater attentiveness. Instead she vowed to make a point to not take it for granted; her disappointment in her failure was pitifully insignificant to the lessons he had to learn. When Mot shifted and grumbled Yara’s gaze connected with the intensity of the bears watchful eyes. Mot didn’t trust her with this information, neither did Axel…but here they were. She stared back at the bear with a soft resolution that, just as with the night she found Axel drunk, she would not breathe a word of what Axel spoke to anyone. Even if her life depended on relinquishing these secrets, she had grown to a place that she would rather die than betray this man. A death delivered by enemies would be kinder than what she would receive from the two beside her. A chill racked over her body harshly as the water in the back of her shirt began to freeze, that or it was because of the intensity of Mot’s gaze and Axels words as he told her about being lashed to the table and his ears being docked for his “safety”. It made her sick as the walls echoed their agony at his words. She had to release a heavy breathe as she realized she had been holding it in and subconsciously reached for her own left ear. The delicate points to their shape had always confused her when the parents she did remember had the smaller, rounder lobes of the Hylians. As he continued onto the event where his face had been sliced by his aunt she broke eye contact with Mot to watch Axel, her body ached with sympathy pains but when his cheeks twitched as he spoke her body couldn’t fathom the pain even remotely, her right hand balled into a fist hidden as her arm was wrapped about her knee.
She was relieved and disgusted at the same time as he told her about their murders. Death was too good for the bastards. As he finished talking she found that her eyes began to bore holes into the floor by his knee, instinctually she responded in turn to his sentiment for his tormentors “Me too.” Was her rough reply as her voice cracked. Apparently she was fighting down bitter rage as she focused on the sound of his voice; while his words angered her the timber of his voice soothed the emotion.
As he shifted towards the meat she stood up and walked to the door keeping her back to the two to hide her face as it contorted with both sorrow and anger. Family seemed to be nothing but a hell. She silently vowed that she would never have children, or if she ever did, that she would fight for them to not know pain or abandonment. She let the rain splatter onto her face and she focused on the water the bring herself into balance. Mots snuffling begins her was the only thing that broke her from her silence as she stepped away from the door to let the bear past. She wiped the water from her face, a stray tear getting caught up in the rain; she may have been cursing it early but she was thankful for it at the moment.
She wanted to comfort him in some way or show solidarity of some kind. She didn’t know how to appropriately but as she walked back to take her place beside him she placed her hand on his shoulder. She stood there for a brief moment as if she was going to say something but then she bent down, grabbing for her own knife and stabbing at a piece of meat firmly before she settled down again, staring intently at the fire while she ate contemplatively.
After a while the only thing she had to say was “I will guard you with my life.” What she had meant however was to say she would guard the information he had told her with her life but her skill at words and formulation in tense moments where less than stellar.
She shivered again and cursed under her breath. Between the wet shirt and her tension she was loosing control over the reflexes of her body. She shifted awkwardly until her back was to the fire but then meant she was facing him and the room. | © seadra of gs |
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 18, 2018 14:43:34 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He didn't say anything after she got up to go into the rain, but he heavily considered scolding her for exposing her face to the rain like that. Instead of scolding her, he passively reminded her that they were here because they didn't want to get sick in the rain. She was shivering, and the fire wouldn't be sufficient enough to stop that for a while. At least she was eating though, so there was that, she hadn't lost her appetite and he wouldn't have to scold her for not eating as well. Axel ate slowly, chewing even more slowly than he was moving as he looked about the room again. There was nothing else around here of use, it was crumbling and water logged, it be a waste of time to try and turn it into fuel, especially when it was raining like this. Thinking for a moment, he realized that she really had no where good to change if she did have extra clothes unless she stood in a corner behind him. He pushed the frustrating thought out of his head and just told his self that she'd have to deal with it. The place was shitty, but it was better than being flooded out of an earthen shelter. He was definitely going to burn this place to the ground in the summer time. Both of these buildings. He wanted nothing of their legacy existing, and he wanted the last of the Hagane bloodline to taper out and die with him. This disgrace of a blood line didn't deserve to continue existing, he'd make sure of it too. There wouldn't be very many things that could change his mind on that either. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 18, 2018 16:10:51 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged1 + @tagged2 + short note | She preferred his passive reminder about staying dry instead of dissecting her sentimental blunder. For what it was worth she just appreciated that his rage had quieted and he hadn’t taken it out on her. She drew her knees up to her chest and looked back towards the door watching the rain fall in between the erratic flashes of lightening as she ate silently.
Sighing deeply, she let the sound of the fire and the rain wash over her senses and calm the erratic emotional flux inside her. She had been experiencing, what she could only assume, memories resurfacing from before she remembered her “parents”. She couldn’t remember what’s his faces name, the one with skultilla, had found her one afternoon and insisted on talking…telling her about her real parents. Her family. She was bitter about that, why couldn’t she stay disillusioned, all she needed to know now was that she was Ganon’s child and Axel’s disciple. All this resurfacing was threatening the progress she felt she had made regarding accepting her place in this world…but whatever.
After she felt majority warmed by the fire she turned around and pulled the grate of vegetables away from the fire as they were at their completion. She tested the wood in the crate to see if it was drying and she was satisfied with the progress. She grabbed the remnants of the stump and finished pulling it apart.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 19, 2018 23:51:15 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel nodded to her as she pulled the vegetables at the right time. He remembered her mentioning that she wasn't too great at cooking, so he could at least be thankful that she could cook potatoes. The bland food didn't bother him, but what did bother him was the fact that his neck was still prickling in warning. He felt they may not be safe there for long, and could only hope that the rain would continue. They were trying to stay dry, yes, but it was night. When it came time to leave, the rain would make it easier to cover their foot prints, their scent and their figures. They'd get wet, but they'd be on their way out of Akkala. Of course, Akkala was on the opposite side of the damned map from their base. Mentally, he mapped out the best trail possible. Passing through central Hyrule would be a huge pain, as well as passing by the stables that sat in the choke out of Akkala. They couldn't risk getting too close to Death Mountain. He closed his eyes and went silent, meditating on a mental map, figuring the best way to get back to the Yiga hideout safely. They could always teleport, yes, but the fatigue would be great, and it was always best to avoid teleporting long distances unless you really had to. Stopping his thoughts once more, he lifted his head and focused all his senses on the surroundings around them. Checking once more to see if his paranoia was showing true. It could've just been the spirits of his family weighing on his shoulders and chest. Even then though, if there was a threat, the spiritual heaviness of the place was a major damper, it was dangerous. YaraDo you.... wanna spawn a fight? MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 20, 2018 4:12:00 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged1 + @tagged2 + short note | Seeing Axel lift his head and go on alert made Yara stop her activity and narrow her eyes contemplatively. It was possible he was on edge with where they were, however, they were a long way from home and if this had been Sheikah territory at one point what was to say it wasn’t still? A fire, in the rain, in an abandoned shack was bound to draw attention if there was someone or something around.
As she stared out the door Yara though she caught sight of movement that didn’t feel like Mot or the blowing of trees. It could have just been her Masters paranoia getting the best of her but she had learned, until there was a reason for it to be sated, that his paranoia always had a place and purpose.
She looked around trying to find an unexposed access point to the earth, in situations like this she cursed the wooden flooring. There was a small patch of broken boards beside him, that would give her the access to what she was looking for. She stood up unassumingly, if someone was watching them she didn’t want them to think that she was particularly aware, after being oblivious for such a long while it was second nature for her to present that façade. She knelt between him and the wall and began rummaging through the boards carefully until her hand met the earth and she scrunched her face as if she was still looking for something, listening to the movements passed the rainfall until she confirmed the accuracy of his suspicions.
Continuing to put on a display she placed her hand on his knee as if she was falling off balance hoping to draw his attention to her as she pulled herself back into her kneeling position and made the sign for ‘danger’ that he had taught her. She then directed her eyes out into the forest as she stretched her neck in a circular motion to indicate there was more than one in a surrounding pattern.
Mot was still though, so she dug back down into the floorboards grabbed broken wood, that fortunately looked usable and stood back up to toss it on the fire before she grabbed a potato and sat down next him. She feigned relaxed posture better than if she were naturally relaxed as she ate.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Apr 20, 2018 13:24:29 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. "Finish eating. Until Mot signals, we're safe." Axel looked back down at what he was eating and kept his eyes focused on it, ears still open for the surroundings, whatever it was, it was close. Close enough for Mot to bristle and drag the deer carcass off somewhere to hide and eat in the bushes. Well, hide as much as a bear could. But at least in those bushes, it would be less obvious that he was a familiar, and it would be a deterrent for anybody getting near the place. For all that person could know, the bear was eating whoever was at the fire. It was a lot of guess work, and for all Axel knew, the person around them may have the balls to check on whoever had the fire going. Looking down at his pants, he frowned. It was the only thing on him that looked human like. If anyone else saw him without the disguise in action to cover up the scars, tattoos and especially the eyes, they'd probably shit a brick or attack him in some manner or another. He took another bite though and let out a sigh. It was several more minutes before Mot let out a warning roar, his voice distinct from other bears. The low roar signaled that Mot was on the hunt, that whatever was around there, he'd gone from smelling it, to either hearing or seeing it. He sighed and looked around the place one last time before shaking his head. This damned place was cursed, he was sure of it. Standing up, he picked up his windcleaver, putting it over his shoulder and walking to the door. Yara we can put it in mod summons whenever MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by TheGreatScoot on May 10, 2018 11:02:31 GMT -8
This HAD been a pretty good day, scuttling around, looking for food, finding plenty of food, the others would be pleased if they hadn’t found it already. Then this bear started chasing the young spider and several of her mother’s brood. Most of them had either scattered or had died at this point, the bear was ferocious. But there! A hole small enough for her to slip under. There was light inside. That probably meant people. That was fine though. People usually tasted ok. Mother would be pleased. People were also usually very nice, or at least unobservant. She shoves her head up through some bare dirt near the hole she’d entered. There were 2 people in here. It wasn’t very many, but it would be a good snack for the brood.
Both yiga notice the small, 4 legged, spider come from the ground, as well as the sounds of an approaching Mot, who lets out a signaling roar, danger had indeed found them. As axel approaches the door he hears skittering in the grass outside. It would appear the young spider was not alone.
It would seem his suspicions were correct, this place was cursed. A Gohma had been birthed here. Her brood had found them. It should be easy enough to deal with… assuming their mother hadn’t found them as well. From what Mot was telling him, there were no fewer than 15 baby gohma's outside the house.
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on May 10, 2018 18:11:33 GMT -8
I'm not made of stone I'm not defending-downward descending Falling further and further away Getting closer every day I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell
+ @tagged2 + oh look...she's afraid of spiders X3 | When Axel moved for his windcleaver and the door Yara had already began to reach for her bow. Yara pulled her quiver over her shoulders slowly doing her best to listen and see through the rain. Her senses were dulled due to the fact she was not in contact with her element, this frustrated her straining her ears to hear something that she wouldn’t here without the rain.
She took a hold of her bow and cocked an arrow leaning her back against the wall next to the door. She watched Axel waiting for his signal until she felt the clambering of spindly legs on her bare calves an foot. She about nearly jumped out of her skin with an expletive and the sound of an arrow being fired down at the offending creature; did she hit it? She didn’t know if she struck her target or not as she cleared to the other side of Axel. If there was one thing she particularly hated it was getting the creepy crawlies from skittering and light touch. She glowered deeply at him if he bothered to give her any kind of condescending look.
Her heart rattled in her chest as she cocked two arrows into her duplex bow.
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Post by Axel Hagane on May 10, 2018 21:44:22 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He shook his head at Yara's initial freak out, but decided not to comment on it. Instead, he drew his Windcleaver and cursed. "Dammit! Gohma? In Deep Akkala? This place is fucking cursed and anyone who says any fucking otherwise is getting my foot up their ass!" He kicked open the old door with a violent growl and looked to his bear as he swiped his Windcleaver towards the ground in front of him. Axel couldn't see all of him, just the bear's flank around a corner. "Mot! Full permission to fucking murder anything that isn't one of us!" He wasn't about to deal with this level of bullshit.
Out of all the things that approached them, it had to be pathetic, weak backed Gohma. He looked back to where he had thrown a slice of cutting air, his eyes looking to count what he could see. As the initial anger and the aftershock of him daring to tell Yara anything about his past tapered off and faded away, Axel took on his usual mind set when a battle was on. More than five and it's a brood. More than five and there was bound to be a mother somewhere around. They were in danger, Yara more than him, and it annoyed the hell out of him.
Thunder boomed over head but Axel didn't stir. Instead, he picked apart what Mot was feeling at that time and started making his way towards the bear to see what he had saw. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by TheGreatScoot on May 11, 2018 13:44:54 GMT -8
Rain beats down heavy as Mot charges the swarm of young gohma. The demonic bear is quick to dispatch several of the relatively weak and slow-moving spiders before they start crawling on him and biting into him. Normally this would be a problem as gohma are venomous, however the young have short teeth and bears have notoriously thick fur and skin. 5 remain on him however. The remaining 6 start to make a run towards the door that was recently kicked open. As for the one who kicked down the door, Axel’s swing did manage to catch a few young that had yet to make their appearance known, the wide blade of air the windcleaver was famous for left 5 more young slain as it hit them.
Inside, Yara’s panicked, although she’d never admit that, shot struck true and pinned the baby gohma to the opposite wall.
As the dying shrieks of the babies are drowned out by the claps of thunder, a different sort of rumbling and crashing can be heard nearby.
So much for humans being 'Nice' and 'unobservant' eh? Axel Hagane - spiders be on your bear, fam Mot- has 5 baby gohma on him, but they are far from a serious concern Yara - lucky shot
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