Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Apr 17, 2018 13:36:26 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 | Yara had been running through all of the possible scenarios in her mind of how he could be related to this place. Maybe it was a favored place to torture people? Um…maybe a bad accident with Master Ryuu and Axel had happened here. It wasn’t until he came back in and went over to the dresser with familiarity that it began to dawn on her that this was likely tied to his youth. Things began to make a little more sense, but she was genuinely surprised that even with the weather condition outside that he would have risked exposing a part of his past, to her at that. She quickly determined that it was more out of necessity than personal preference.
Fuck the rain
She moved quickly to hand him her bow and the requested arrow. She looked up at him, concern etched into her light scowl. If she showed any signs of fear in her stone eyes it wasn’t for her but for his wellbeing. If she felt like they had walked into a nightmare she couldn’t even imagine what the reality of it was for him. She had a momentary flashback of her dream she had late winter where he had hauled her up from certain death and then vanished. That same panic that welled inside her then began to creep back into the forefront of her mind, she didn’t want him to fall deeper into that pit within himself. He had saved her ass more than once with her own shit.
As he would reach out to take it the weapons from her, her free hand reached over to his hand and she rested her palm over his large knuckles in an attempt at comfort, her grip was firm but light. If her wanted to break it he could. Her lips pursed tightly as she tried to find the right words but the only thing she could put together was an inquiry that echoed to when, who she though was her mother came to ask a crying Yara the reason for her tears.
“What’s wrong?” her voice was gentle as she looked up from where her hand rested to look at his face. | © 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 17, 2018 15:20:24 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel grabbed the bow and was about to be on his way, but her hand on his made him scowl. "The hunt doesn't wait." He spoke up, taking the bow and arrow and immediately walking back outside. He left his shirt with the vegetables wrapped up in them, his boots discarded next to the fire pit and his pants rolled up to his knees. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he summoned Mot by his side and stepped into the woods. The rain water immediately drenched them both, thunder cracking through the air, lightning flashing to ruin their cover in the dark. Axel and Mot's legs were both covered in mud and other various foliage that had stuck to them off the forest floor. Mot's nose lifted from the ground though, mud on his own face before he held still, pointing his face in the direction of the scent. That was enough for Axel. The large man unsummoned the bear and knocked the arrow, ears listening through the rain, wind and thunder for any sound of movement, eyes watching through the darkness for the deer they were tracking to make a mistake. Quietly, he placed a hand to an arrow to pull it back and let out a low, stuttered puff of air. Almost immediately, a head shot up, just enough time for Axel to draw the bow and fire it right as a flash of lightning gave him enough light to see the buck. The arrow hit home and the buck didn't go far before it fell to the ground. Axel didn't waste any time walking over and collecting the animal, throwing the buck over his shoulder and heading back to the building. Once he was there, he wasted no time hanging the buck up, and pulling out his knife, working on butchering what they needed. The rest was left to Mot, for the massive bear to clean up. As usual, he shared with his bear when he hunted. Walking inside, he carried several thick cuts in his hand and a large, flat, volcanic rock to sit them on. Placing them down, he walked back to the door just long enough to stick his arms out in the rain to wash the blood off. If he was lucky, while he was hunting, she'd have started up a fire and done something with the vegetables rather than let them sit in his shirt. 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 17, 2018 15:59:23 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 | Her walls went immediately back up at his scowl as he walked out the door into the rain. She kicked the side of the dresser in frustration and cursed mildly. She cursed even more when the side of it crumbled in where she kicked it. “Fuck the rain” she grumbled and scooped up the shirt and walked back over to the workings of her fire.
She grumbled to herself about various consternations of men, the weather, and just being in a crappy place. She managed to get the fire nice and hot with her dry moss from her starter kit in her pack at which point she grabbed a metal cooking rack, worn as it was it steel had a way of surviving the harsher elements, and started prepping the vegetables. First though she unloaded his shirt, dusted it off best she could and draped it near the fire so it could dry out. She also placed his boots strategically so they would dry as well.
By the time he was back from his hunt she had the vegetables prepped and roasting.
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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 17, 2018 16:15:07 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. As he finished washing the blood off of his hands, he looked around the place to see if anything had been moved. His eyes locked onto the dresser, and where it looked as if it had been kicked. Thankfully, the top and middle drawer was left undisturbed. He is the one that let her in here after all, led her to this place. But he still didn't want anyone seeing the dark things he had been through. They were his dark things, and what was his was his. Just like a bear, he would guard it ferociously as well. To be fair though, Yara had opened up to him about her past, but he wasn't weak like that. He didn't go to others and spill his heart out in a bright ball of emotions with no regard to his own privacy. Masanori was the only one he had told what he had been through. The only other people who knew of it was Ganon and possibly Masanori's father... considering he had been there when he was leaving Akkala after he turned to Ganon. Axel sighed and walked over to where the kitchen was and pulled out a cast iron skillet. Wordlessly, he walked over to a very specific floor board, tapped it lightly with his foot and out of nowhere, threw the skillet, full force, onto the floorboard, shattering it but keeping Axel safe from the blades that activated when the board was moved. He looked upwards at the kunai embedded in the rotting ceiling and knelt down, moving the skillet and the remnants of the board out of the way. "Typical." Whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. Instead, he got back up and moved over to the fire. He questioned who would set a trap to protect nothing under his breath, then rolled his eyes after a moment of thought. It was probably an old set up his parents created to try and bust him for some reason or another and give them an excuse to kick his little ass out again. Grabbing the meat, he took his knife once again and stabbed the pieces individually, flinging them in next to the vegetables. Each stab was a little more forceful than what was actually called for, and he hadn't even bothered changing out of his drenched clothes. At least not yet. The sounds of Mot crunching away on his own meal finally came through though as he started on the bones, and that seemed to relax Axel's shoulders, but only a bit. 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 17, 2018 17:37:44 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 | This, she realized, was going to be futile. At this point she was sure if she even breathed wrong he would either find it as a weakness for needing air or a reason to snap. Everything about his body language screamed adverse reactions to the very air of this place. Frankly, she knew there was nothing she could despite any efforts she might have made. If anything, he would shut down further, she could see the walls go up around him, she could feel it in the energy that hung in the air. He might not have cared but she did. Terrific.
He was sequestered and it appeared after a while that only the sound of Mot grating bone would be a reminder that his protector was there. She was just a body in a private space, unwanted, not needed, and a potential threat. She felt Jett’s anxiety at the silent distress of the situation. She shivered lightly, and played it off as a draft caught through the room and shifted to tend to the fire, stoking the broken wood back into the flames so none of it was wasted. She paid attention to the fire as if her life was tied to its essence.
After making sure that the fire was set to rights she rotated the vegetables to ensure an even roast. She then got up and precariously washed the mud off her feet before turning back towards the fire. She didn’t touch anything but as she crossed by the table she couldn’t help but take note of the large stains on it.
Something inside her twisted again, but it was of a silent rage. Whatever this place was it caused him distress and that was enough for her to desire its demise. She realized though as she sat down that this had nothing to do with her or anything she could do. She was here but some twisted game of fate. She sat down a few feet away from him; this was so that she could hear him. From the rain and the fire her hearing was drastically muted.
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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 17, 2018 17:49:16 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He figured he could return some information to her. But that was opening up, it was weakness. As he stared at the pitiful fire, listening to water drip into the puddle in the corner of the building behind him, every flash of lightning and crack of thunder brought him back from his memories. His face finally fell back from enraged, to stoic. It wasn't often his green eyes lit up, but even now, he could tell that he was looking dull. After what felt like a long moment, Axel looked over at the bed, crumbling, molded and worn. His eyes roamed up to the stains where the spray had been and stayed locked on them. "This hellhole is the place I used to call home."He visibly cringed a little at telling her even that little fact, in fact, he cringed so much that even Mot came inside, carrying the femur of the deer in his mouth. At the door way, the large bear shook the water off and laid down behind Axel. Not close enough to get him wet again, but enough to act as his shadow once again. The large bear crunched and gnawed on the bone lazily, drooling massive amounts of actual saliva with the shadowy liquid that fell from his maw. Mot let out a groan when Axel growled at him and ignored his master's silent threats. There would be no getting rid of him that easily. He didn't say anything else after that though, and simply returned his eyes to roaming around the place. It was a dump, it'd be better off burned to the ground at this point. 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 17, 2018 18:23:27 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 | When he spoke Yara kept her head pointed towards the fire, its heat radiated warmly towards them and she looked at him sidelong, observing the shift of his rage into his stoic withdrawn expression. It didn’t mean he had relaxed, far from it, the tension in his shoulders and the appearance of Mot indicated that much. Jett wanted her to release him from his shadows but she denied him if only for the fact that she knew Mot was protecting Axel even if it was just from him opening up to her.
She wasn’t going to make the situation worse by throwing her own protector into the mix, she didn’t need protection from Axel or Mot if she remained non-aggressive. She trusted that much at least and she was able to loosen some of the tension that had appeared in response to his rage. It all became very clear to her as he spoke. This was the roots of his suffering and what had drove him so far into the state of being he was. No wonder he could look at her and read her like a fucking pathetic book. She didn’t even know the full story but judging off of his scars, his rage, and the condition of this place it was justifiable.
She didn’t need to know the details to be able to understand. She nodded looking around, eyes wide reflecting the empathy she felt as her face remained flat. After a moment the only words she could find to acknowledge the pain and suffering was a genuine “I am sorry.”
It wasn’t an apology to negate wrong doing but an expression of regret that one had to suffer with those burdens. It was childish naivety but what more could a child offer to a hardened man that walked the valleys of rage and despair? The only answer she had to that question was effort.
She was genuinely and deeply remorseful for the circumstance they were in. Perhaps if she had succeeded in her hunt sooner they wouldn't have ended up here | © 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 17, 2018 18:36:20 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel glared down at the fire, his eyes narrowing more and more as he focused on the embers beneath it. What would be sudden to the surroundings, but not to Axel, was Mot suddenly dropped the bone, standing up to roar at Axel. His face fell back to stoic, and he ignored the fact that Mot had just basically screamed in his ear and he looked back to Yara. "If you want to know anything. Ask now. It's only fair I answer questions, and I will never present this oppurtunity again." Mot let out another roar, shaking his head, his thick neck moving side to side as his hackles stood on end. As Axel turned his head to look at him, the bear started tossing his head, visible agitation apparent until Axel took the femur and stuffed it, fist first, into the Mot's mouth. "Shutup." With that, Axel sat back down, ignoring the last few growls from the bear. Finally, Mot laid back down and continued his lazy gnawing on the bone. His outburst would've been unjustified to any animal tamer, but Axel knew his bear better than any sorry tamer could've learned him to be. The outburst was Axel's internal yelling at his self. Simple as that. He was screaming at his self. Mot just vocalized it into the back of his head. 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 17, 2018 19:04:58 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 | Yara watched the two of them exchange finding it highly unnecessary to ask any questions into his personal life. Why would she need or even want to know what made up his tormented history? She stared back at the fire with a scowl thinking hard on his offer. She knew he hated weakness, opening up would be a huge part of that. The way Mot yelled at him was an indicator of his pent-up turmoil. A few moments passed and it was, again more about what he needed more than what she was interested in. He needed someone to ask the questions, to prompt him otherwise he wouldn’t do it of his own accord. It probably had something to do with the fact she had opened up to him, unintentionally, out in the jungle on that rainy day. Perhaps that's how he was justifying the allowance of her inquiry. He owed her...perhaps. But emotional exchange usually wasn't a currency amognst the damned.
Fuck the rain, she thought again. She contemplated a moment shifting to rotate the potatoes with her knife…still too firm and added a small bit of kindling to the base of the fire to keep the embers hot and the flames fed. As she did this she was pulled into a memory of a young Sheikah woman kneeling beside her as she cried over a broken toy; the line of questioning giving her a general basis to go off of for a empathetic line of communication.
After Mot settled down again she looked over to him “What happened?” she questioned softly her eyes then moving to the table. The fire illuminated his features, where most would see a fearsome, gruesomely deformed man she saw something different. Yes, he was scarred but he was more than what those scars presented.
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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 4:03:52 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel shifted and used his knife to rotate the meat, flipping it to where it cooked evenly. He continued working diligently with the venison until she finally asked what happened. His face remained stoic, and in the most flat, level voice possible he spoke "Birth." As he continued flipping the meat. Placing the knife down, he snorted at his own words. "No. I don't know. There's too much that could possibly cover." He only lived here for sixteen years, but yet, there were so many stories to tell. But it was just sixteen years of his life. Just those years that shaped him into a hardened, pragmatic survivalist that would always take survival over his own emotions when they were in any situation outside of the Yiga Hideout. "My aunt and uncle lived in the building next door. My mother and father lived here." He started, crossing his legs. "That pile of furs is where I slept for years until I was old enough to walk. Once I could walk, they started teaching me how to hunt. When I was six, they began forcing me to sleep outside if I acted out of line in anyway. I began having to fend for myself. If I wanted to eat, I had to hunt. If it weren't for me meeting Mot here as a bear cub, I wouldn't have succeeded in half the hunts that I did. Many nights we went hungry and cold. I stopped going inside unless I really needed it because none of them trusted Mot. I'd rather be with the bear than them. No offense, ass." Mot shifted uncomfortably behind him, letting out a low grunt, femur now sufficiently crushed and discarded next to him, the large bear's vaporous eyes watching Yara closely while Axel looked around the place. Axel's face remained stoic, and his voice was emotionless. "Monsters, wild animals, rocks and anything else imaginable shredded my body over the years. The only thing my family ever did for me was sloppily stick me back together before sending me out to 'play'. I learned medicine on my own, found out there are some plants that can alleviate the itching, but there was nothing that can dull pain. I grew my pain tolerance because even when I was being fixed, not a single one of the asses could be bothered to do anything to ease my pain." Axel's scars began to tingle and feel as if they were squirming. Looking down at his body, he growled but the emotion slowly dissapated. He covered the reason why his ears were cropped. His mom and dad holding him down and still while his Uncle 'saved' him from the encroaching infection on his ears thanks to some sun poisoning he had attained. There was no pain relief given to him. Instead, they bandaged his ears as they could and sent him back outside. He still remembers the horrible feeling, but he didn't say that part. He went on to explain what his aunt had done to him in her drunken rage. Scolding him for being around that 'filthy' bear and for calling her a bitch. He couldn't speak for what felt like weeks after it happened, and the wounds took forever to heal due to how poorly he was cared for. He was only nine at that time. "That's why the scars on my face are so jagged and deep." They went all the way through, licking the inside of his cheek passively, he felt for the scars from the other side, sighing when he felt that usual texture. "For years I prayed to the statue of Hylia not far from here. But the bitch never answered. I was never helped. I continued to fend for myself with Mot by my side and my family continued to ignore me. When I was sixteen, Ganon was finally there to answer me, and so in his favor, I slashed all four of their throats while they slept. Maybe they should've realized ten years earlier that they were grooming the wrong kid to be too many things. I hope they're all rolling in their graves right now. I should piss on them tomorrow. But they're not worth the effort." He growled out the last part. "We want to raise a powerful warrior. They would say. You're not worth the time. They said. I hope in their next life, they're born beggars in a town full of self righteous snobs. I hope they have to fend for themselves and are forced to endure pain with nothing to alleviate it."After one last moment of consideration, he looked at Mot, who was letting out low, rumbling growls. "I hope Ganon claims their souls and keeps them as his thralls." The bear stared at the door, looking back to Axel, lifting his upper lip, snuffling at his master and tossing his head when Axel refused to pet out, letting out a noise of disdain. "Meats done." He stabbed a piece and shoved it into his mouth with practiced ease, grunting as Mot bumped his back with his head. "No. You had what was left of the deer outside. Go pick up another bone, fatass." He warned the bear under his breath, watching him get up and lumber back to where he had been outside. Yara MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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