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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 17, 2015 22:06:09 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517)  The stars winked out of existence as a new day's sun rose on the horizon. Outside of his window, in the courtyard engulfed by his modestly sized home, feathered animals roused from their homes in the trees and began chirping. On the far horizon, the light cast from the sun bent around the carapace of a single Phantom in flight. The clanging of metal ringing up the hill from lower Hidoh signaled that Ghan's forge was already being put to use. Ghan himself had recently crafted Hakan a fine energy sword, commemorating their liberation of Hidoh keep from Kanak the incompetent. To think, it had only been a few months prior that a sizable army lead by Barkun, Ghan, and himself had come with intentions of a drawn out battle. Now, though, all in the keep of Hidoh was calm, and just beginning to wake.
Hakan himself was the only one seated at the large table meant for meal guests. The dark wooden work of art had been carved from the trunk of a single ancient Kafel plant, carried out of one of the ancient jungles of Sangheilios. In front of him sat a bowl of cooked Irukan grain with cubes of Colo meat added to the mix. The meal could have been better, but he had not asked for it, and his mate Ohfreen had prepared it herself. She could have just as easily harassed the Unggoy servants into rousing early and preparing the meal for him. The gesture was of her own kindness, something Hakan appreciated as he made ready for the day.
Carefully, Hakan speared a peice of Colo meat from the bowl of Irukan, and brought it toward his maw. After spreading his jaws, the shipmaster let the piece of meat fall into his mouth and slide down his throat. The meat itself tasted heavily of smoke. "So you cooked it the traditional way?" Hakan asked aloud, as his mate Ohfreen moved into the room.
"I heard you mention once that it is how you enjoy your meals." She responded in her flippant way, as she rounded her way out of the room and into the courtyard beyond. Hakan's lower left mandible twitched with amusement, and slowly, he turned back toward his meal and continued eating.
Within minutes most of the Irukan was gone, and the last bit of Colo meat had just slid down his throat. "Ahhhh." He hissed, in a throaty way that cleared extra saliva from the roof of his mouth. With that out of the way, Hakan was now able to go about his daily business. He doubted those he wished to meet with today would be awake, though a drawn out walk to the vehicle depot near the main gate to the keep would erase all traces of sleep from his mind. The chair he had sat in ground against the stone floor as he stood, the plate would be left there for the servants.
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His armored footsteps resounded in the main entrance of his home as he left it. The air, still sheltered from that day's sun cooled his mandibles as he glanced around the small yard. As a few birds flapped overhead, Hakan glanced upward toward the blood-red sky. A series of dust storms had assaulted this portion of the continent for the past week, and had only recently been abated by the will of the gods. A quick prayer of thanks drifted from his gaping maw as he resumed his walk, heading toward the Keep's main square. |
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 17, 2015 22:26:20 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Rethas woke early, as he had planned, when the sun filtered into his sleeping chambers and allowed him to wake. He had opened his window's shutters in such a way as to force himself to wake at dawn. He was quite proud of his intelligence, and basked in the warmth of it, thoughts of his uncle's praise already filling his small head. He tried not to let himself over do it, and instead went and got dressed. He had few clothes, but he picked his least damaged and darkest, a pair of simple loose pants, a shirt to match, as well as a belt he had made himself. It carried his wooden sword, another object he had made himself. It was thick, and had sturdier points than most of the other boys. It was hand carved and looked quite realistic. Beyond his wooden sword Rethas carried his knife, his arum, a small cage for his fighting insect Rizzz, and a small pouch of shiny geodes to bet and barter with. Once he was finally set he took the small black bag he kept under his bed and placed it over his head. The bag was simple, and fit neatly over his oblong skull. It had to holes that matched up with Rethas' eyes, and a string to tie it taught over his neck so it would stay in place. The fabric was thin enough that Rethas could easily breath through it, and it would darken his light skin to hide him in shadows. Even though it was not strictly forbidden for Rethas to leave the commons, if he was caught he may be forced to do some menial task, or study, he also enjoyed sneaking about. Rethas pretended he was a special operations warrior, sneaking through dangerous heretic camps. He was quick on his feet, being so small, and made his way to the lower section of the building, heading towards the vast kitchen. He entered the long square feasting hall and snuck into closed off kitchen. The hearth attendant was already at work preparing the morning meal for the children, and had laid out the simple meal of fruit and irukan grain, some thing that Rethas couldn't stand. He opted instead to steal a small bladder of water and a large handful of fruit, knowing his adventure would leave him hungry. He was quick, taking a glass and flinging it at the far wall of the dinning hall. It shattered upon impact and alerted the hearth attendant, causing her to rush in to see what happened. Rethas used this to his advantage and grabbed what he wanted, also opting to steal a sack and cooking knife for the fun of it. With his newly proffered items Rethas finally made his way onto the streets. He moved quietly about, avoiding any one who may question his being out so early, and was currently making his way to his uncle's keep. His Uncle didn't have guards, but the Kaidon had a few soldiers, and since Hakan lived so close to the kaidon, Rethas had to avoid them as well as unggoy servants. It was no easy task, and it took Rethas much longer than he had wanted, ducking down alleys, or behind large crates. He even had to throw a sizable rock to get an unggoy to walk away from the gate it was near. Finally, however, Rethas was inside of his uncle's home, moving into the large square he heard the unmistakable steps of sangheili coming from both his front and back. He began to panic, looking for a place to hide himself. He finally scrabbled in-between the door way leading into his Uncles actual home, and the wall it was up against. Not much of a hiding place, but if he remained quiet, who ever was coming may not notice him. |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 18, 2015 22:43:29 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Today Hakan had been tasked by Kaidon Barkun to travel north. It had taken many months of reassurance, supplies, and funds to keep those that worked the fields near Qorah Keep in their homes, and away from the Covenant Military. While the life of a warrior was honorable, Hakan needed those Sangheili at home in Hidoh, to watch after their own state's interests in this time of healing. Months before, large swaths of Hidoh had been steeped in chaos brought in by rival clans. For the past months, he had been working hard with Barkun to repair the damage brought on by the former Kaidon. He had a long journey ahead of him.
Loose dirt scrapped underneath him as he moved from the house's entryway. In the corner of his eye, something far smaller than him hid in the shadows. Hakan turned on the form instantly, expecting one of his Unggoy servants to be leaning against the wall of his own home. "Dirty creature. You dare de-" The Shipmaster stayed his words mid sentence, glancing down on the small form of the Sangheili child far below. For a few moments, the warriors mind worked to discern what he was looking at.
It took him only a moment to collect himself, though, and soon a long warding hiss rattled out of his throat. "You hide in the shadows, with a bag over your head like a fool." Slowly, Hakan lowered a massive hand toward the young one's head, grasped the bag, and roughly pulled it off. "Speak." He growled.
His eyes widened slightly as he noticed his son far below. His spawn had grown from the last time he had seen him, though of course he had, as he had only seen him a few scattered times before this moment. The youngling was dressed simply, as all students of the common rooms were expected. From his hip hung several interesting items, most noteworthy a small wooden sword and an arum. His chest filled with pride. Those blasted puzzle balls had always confounded him, his first defeat over one had brought great joy to his then short years. Silently, he wondered if Rethas had yet solved his. Though soon the pride died within him. All children had to be treated fairly, and his own son was not an exception to this long standing tradition.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 19, 2015 13:50:32 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Rethas heard the adult approaching and pushed himself further into the shadows, hoping he wouldn't get spotted. Finally the sangheili that was approaching appeared and showed to be the person Rethas was looking for. Even so Rethas began to panic and didn't want to talk to him suddenly. Rethas was suddenly turned upon, his uncle seeing him and yelling at him. Rethas didn't flinch away, but did bow his head as his uncle spit angry words at him. Rethas decided to be brave and when the bag was removed from his head looked up at his uncle, making eye contact with him. "Speak." His uncle said angrily. "I...I want you to teach me." he said, forcing the words from his mandibles as he waited for his uncle's response. He knew that his uncle was a busy sangheili and that his work was important for Hidoh, but even so he knew that he was the best, and that he wanted not only his uncle's approval, but also to be like him. Rethas didn't think he'd ever achieve any sort of greatness if he stayed in the commons the way he was. No, he needed the edge that his uncle had, he needed his wisdom and to learn where his uncle's strength came from. |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 19, 2015 20:57:25 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) "I...I want you to teach me."Dry air from the planes blew through the Keep, sending a small cloud of blood-red Iron dust between the father and the son. All became still in Hakan's mind as the memories of his childhood carried his mind far away. Barkun's mentoring brought him many years of frustrtion, wonder, and tradition. The long days in front of the Saga Wall, knelt in silent rumination over the stories of his ancestors. He had learned much from his time with Barkun, and the warrior still managed to impart lessons on him, even after all of these years. Breath coiled out past his mandibles, his internal heat far higher than that out the morning air around him. His deep brown eyes retrained on Rethas, as he once more took in the sight of his son. He wished to learn, but like the heroes of the Saga wall, he would not be shown favor by his own father. Though the boy did not know it, Hakan would, and it would weigh down his heart, slowing her personal journey. The boy would have to find a different mentor, find his own way, as they all did. Hakan glanced around the front of his home, spying no one. Slowly, the massive warrior knelt in front of his son, glaring into his eyes as the youngling had to his own. "Youngling. Leave." With that, Hakan slowly rose back to a standing position, taking a deep breath in through his large mouth. |
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 19, 2015 23:10:34 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Rethas had stood fast to his uncle, and had hoped his uncle had felt the need he had and that he would take Rethas in. However, his dreams seemed shot when his uncle finally spoke, telling him to return home. It stung, and Rethas felt it in his gut, and wanted to yell and scream at his uncle. Not even any words, just roar in his face and let out all his rage, but he didn't. instead he closed his mandibles and reached forward, snatching his bag and replacing it on his head before bolting out of the court yard. Rethas was ablaze with rage and self pity and he tossed and turned that night, but by morning, his resolve was only strengthened. ---------------------------A few months later-------------------------------- Months had passed, and Rethas had continued his training in the commons. However, to his added training, Rethas had also begun to excel at sneaking about. This came from his new ritual of sneaking out of the commons every morning, and some times at night, to go to his uncles home and demand he teach him. These originally had earned him beatings, but it now seemed as if his uncle was starting to enjoy their morning match of wits. It was one such morning and Rethas was preparing his morning ritual, looking over the piece of paper he had taken to hiding among his things. It was a map of his uncle's home, one he had been slowly adding over time to try and create a perfect way to get in and out. It had at first just been his way of getting to his uncle and not doing chores, now it was a challenge to prove his skill. Some days he was caught by guards, and hit, some days by unggoy and shooed away because they would start screaming for guards. But quite a few times Rethas had penetrated into Hakan's home, and been waiting to ask his uncle to train him. Rethas finished surveying the map and stuffed it into his newly made pouch. He had gotten quite good at hunting small game and had taken to crafting things he needed. He lifted his simple woven mattress and took out his dark clothes, ones he had managed to trade his friend for. It was costly, forcing him to give up all his gems, but it was worth it to have pitch black clothes. He took out the black bag he now had, one he had worked on to fit well to his face, and it had woven in flecks of grey, to help break up his form. He had done the same to his clothes, and wore them slightly smaller than he usually did, so that he didn't have any thing drag. Once he was finally ready he took the rope he had woven from his bed as well, having hidden it among his belts so no one would find it. He looped it through the sturdy metal of his bunk mates bed. His bunk mate was training to work in the forges, and had made his own sturdy bedframe, which now aided Rethas in escaping without alerting the elders. He climbed out of the window and down into the streets, skirting the patrols he had learned, watching as they went by him. He made his way to Hakan's home, sneaking in through one of the unggoy passages he had recently learned of. He had mapped a decent amount of the place, but no where near all of it. He was hopping that this new passage would lead past the kitchen and into Hakan's main hall, which would then allow Rethas to decern which room was Hakans, and start to plan more thorough ambushes. He quickly moved through the dark, having trained himself to rise early he no longer had to wait for dawn, he now traveled in true darkness. The tunnel was squat and meant for unggoy, and even though his was young, Rethas was just barely small enough to squeeze through while standing. The tunnel went on for some time, before finally coming to a sudden turn and a door. Rethas gulped his fear down, he was not wanting another beating. Finally, he mustered up the courage to open the door and step through. He crossed the thresh hold and found himself inside of a room full of food and spices, as well as cooking utensils. Damn, he was in the pantry, not his intended target. However, he had little time to think as suddenly the door across from him opened. In walked Hakan's mate Ohfreen. She didn't turn on the light, and instead rummaged about in the dark, which was Rethas' saving grace. He managed to keep still and hiding among the shadows, until his elbow accidentally brushed a glass jar, knocking it off the table. Ohfreen looked up and turned on the lights, and upon seeing Rethas became a visage of rage. Rethas began to panic but didn't have time to muster his feet and run. Ohfreen lunged forward and scooped up Rethas by the scruff of his neck and dragged him away, hauling him through the kitchen and into the dinning hall. She dumped the youngling at Hakan's feet than crossed her arms, waiting for Hakan's response. |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 21, 2015 17:17:07 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Bringing the State of Hidoh back to its former glory was no easy task, and that fact had been proven to Hakan over the past three months. Keeps once loyal to Clan Hidoh now cast their lots in with other states, or closed their gates to everyone in fear of a dissolved Hidoh State. As raiding clans assaulted the farmlands of Qorah Keep, two months ago, all had seemed lost. Barkun, the uncle who had taught him everything he knows, would not let Hidoh sink under the sands. His courage alone held the state from collapse, and Hakan was glad to be near his side. After they slaughtered the usurper's attempting to siege Qorah Keep, though thing seemed to turn around.
Once wary Keep's opened their halls once more, and Hidoh's defense began to grow once more. Now, with well armed warriors at his back, Hakan was able to force audiences with those that would still hold back, and reclaim all the territory that had been lost. It would be years before they could remove the taint Kanak left on them, but they were making way for it. They had fought for Hidoh's future and had won, but the work was not over.
Though his life seem consumed by this singular task, Hakan was constantly prodded at by another force entirely. His son, the one he had refused to train had only grown more fervent in his need for mentor. Over the months, the youngling has been found in almost every part of Hakan's home, outsmarting the Unggoy servants and enraging Ohfreen. The young one had disturbed meals, and even important meetings during his many escapades. At first, Hakan dealt with the boy by leaving welts on his leathery hide, now he passively encouraged him to continue on his path. There was a familiar hunger in his gaze, the same Hakan had felt his entire life. He did not know if such a trait was hereditary, only the scientists of the San 'Shyuum would know of such a thing.
The previous night had brought cold from the southern pole of Sangheilios. His home was that of pre-Union architecture, built far before the days of the Covenant. The fact that his ancestors could build something so sturdy reminded him of what Hidoh was, and what he would loose if he had failed. With this age, brought a lack of modern utility that he felt during days like these. A fire burnt bright in the far end of the dining hall, one of the few things keeping the house as warm as it was. He was moving through the room, when he happened upon his mate, dragging Rethas by the scruff of his neck as if he was a child from the commons. He is. Hakan had to remind himself, sending small blobs of saliva in different directions as she shook his head from side to side.
Ohfreen said nothing, her words would most likely come up lacking in describing her frustration. Hakan could tell from the twitching of her mandibles that she would snap, one of these days. "Hakan." Her hiss caused a passing Unggoy servant to start into a small fit of panic.
"Rethas. You will follow me." The large warrior glanced down toward his son, before he made his way out of the dining room and into the home's central courtyard. The youngling would follow, he was sure of it. "What do you want?" That was the wrong question, he knew what he wanted. "Why do you want me to mentor you? Youngling." |
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 22, 2015 20:36:00 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Rethas no longer felt shame at being caught, only exhilaration and a bit of agitation. He listened to his uncle, following him out of dinning hall and into the open air. He removed his black mask and looked up at his uncle, making eye contact as a last line of defiance. When his uncle finally spoke, asking him why he wanted him to teach Rethas, he looked confused. "Well...you're the strongest sangheili in the keep, obviously." he said, truly perplexed by his uncle's question. It was simple to Rethas, his uncle was the pinnacle of warriorhood, and he wanted to be just like him. He even wished for a mate as commanding as Ohfreen, one day, and to be as politically powerful as his uncle. He fidgeted in the dirt, making small symbols as he finally broke eye contact with Hakan. "I just...I don't want to be like the other young-lings, studying so blandly and not being able to reach my full potential. I know you were trained, by none other than the kaidon...you could probably usurp him..." he said the last part quietly, he knew it was dangerous to speak such words, but youth brought foolish courage. |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 22, 2015 23:06:05 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) In a corner of the courtyard, an ancient fountain trickled water over hellishly worn and weathered stonework, pooling in small pond right below it. It was one of the few things that could not be maintained within his ancient home, and that small mound of rock reminded him of the Elders he could not bring back into line. Hidoh Keep had been as strong as it was ancient, but it had not always been that way. His ancestors had won their might through victorious battle, and some of that bad blood, even after a thousand years, to flowed within the lands of Hidoh. He had done to them what he needed to, and he would continue to for as long as it was needed.
His son, Rethas, had followed the warrior as expected. Though he seemed confused at first, Rethas eventually answered his first question.
"Well...you're the strongest sangheili in the keep, obviously."
Though this stroked his ego, Hakan was still a relatively young Sangheili, and still had much he had wished to learn. He had survived many great battles during his time, and had seen Sangheili who had far surpassed his own skill die under the blades of heretics. That thought made his mandibles twitch in agitation. The dirt near Rethas was being disturbed, and though the warrior did not turn back to look at the youngling, he knew he was most likely scrapping the dirt due to his nerves.
"I just...I don't want to be like the other young-lings, studying so blandly and not being able to reach my full potential. I know you were trained, by none other than the kaidon...you could probably usurp him..."
The words, from such a small thing, had never rung so thoroughly through his mind as those words had now. The thought of betraying Barkun set his stomach to stone, and it felt almost as if his two hearts had stopped beating. Barkun had been his mentor, and was the only being responsible for his current status. His stomach slowly began to unharden, and his hearts beat faster as he came back into consciousness. The gravity of what the boy had just said seemed to silence even the birds of the courtyard.
Slowly, after taking his eyes from the iron stained sky of Sanghelios, Hakan glanced around the courtyard. They were truly alone then, even Ohfreen would not interrupt a discussion with his first born. Just as slowly, Hakan turned around, and glanced toward the youngling before him. He say much of himself within Rethas, but the idea of usurping was foreign and alien to him, something that would need to change. "Rethas." Hakan spoke, his voice only barely above a hissed whisper as he reached for the burn-blade sheathed at his hip. The blade was a small thing, and began to hum and glow with dangerous brightness as the inner coils of the blade heated the outside metal.
Far more quickly than he had turned, Hakan flung the burn blade toward his offspring, watching it as it dug into the ground between his feet. "You wish me to strike at Kaidon Barkun? Strike at me first, young one." His voice rattled with rage, as he loomed over Rethas. |
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 26, 2015 12:22:54 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Rethas watched as his uncle seemed to lose time, starring hard into the sky with a look that Rethas could not place, however, it was short lived. His uncle's eyes seemed to become clouded as he ripped a small blade from his side, tossing it down at Rethas' feet and leaning over the youngling. He whispered to him, dangerously, and Rethas felt as if his hearts were going to stop. An idle quip, meant to bolster his uncle's ego, had been taken on a full on challenge from his uncle. Rethas was confused, and didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to fight his uncle, he was his idol, and an obviously a far superior warrior. However, Rethas refused to look weak to his uncle. He scooped the weapon up and held it clumsily, cutting his eyes defiantly towards his uncle. "F-fine..." he said shakily taking a step towards him. He lunged froward, halfheartedly, attempting to stab at Hakan, aiming for his torso, where he felt Hakan's armor was strongest. Even if his uncle was challenging him, he still didn't want to kill his uncle. Rethas had fought before, but never with the intent to kill. This was some thing new to him, and he tried to incorporate the flair he had seen before, but it was it was a sub-par attempt. He just didn't have the same level of skill. |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 26, 2015 22:25:06 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohee Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) The burn blade hissed in the dirt, curling and blackening the plant life close enough to feel the intensity of the blades heat. While they were not as useful as an energy sword, they still did their job when it came to scorching enemies. Now, the same blade he had carried with him from a time un-remembered sat as the barrier between him and his offspring. Such insolence could not be ignored, even from one so young as Rethas. If the youngling had been a lesser being, they would have been dead.
"F-fine..."
Hakan's mandibles flexed in patience. The youngling had not backed down in fear of him, it was something to admire, though it did little to shake the stone from Hakan's hearts. There would be no honor in a real fight, the shipmaster knew this before he had even challenged his fledgling offspring. Though, there was always honor in teaching a youngling a lesson he would not soon forget. Those same words, misspoken before any other person, would hve landed him in a position far more severe. Barkun was not one to dole out punishments for the petty words of childlings, but those who served under him where unpredictable.
The hesitating gait and poor swing of his arm betrayed the youth before he even pulled into a full strike. Hakan brushed the young one's strike away with a general upward sweep of his right arm. Catching the youth off balance, Hakan sent a light kick into Rethas that would send him flying across the small courtyard. Without so much as a breath in between actions, Hakan turned his back to the youngling and looked back toward the sky. "Go back to the common rooms, youngling." Off in the distance, storm clouds gathered. "Return to me tomorrow morning at the front of my home and do not leave your burn blade behind." With that, Hakan strode toward the fountain at the far corner of the courtyard and kneeled before it, scooping one massive hand into the pond to bring the cool water to his forehead. |
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Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 28, 2015 18:50:16 GMT -6
Rethas 'Hidoh Sangheilios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) Exactly what Rethas thought would happen, happened. His uncle easily deflected his attack and kicked him, sending him flying into the wall on the other side of the courtyard. He let out a pained gasp as all the air was pushed from his body. He sat on the ground, thinking and trying to breath. He eventually found the strength to rise to his feet, coughing as he did, and rubbing his ribs. His whole chest would be bruised, and it would be hard to breath, but he tried to not show his pain. Raising his head to look at his uncle, trying to retain what honor he could muster. He waited and listened as his uncle spoke ,telling him to return to the commons. He bowed his head in defeat, feeling much to tired to keep up appearances, only to perk up again when his uncle told him to return there tomorrow, and not forget his blade. Rethas looked at his uncle, his eyes wide, and hobbled over to scoop up the weapon. Deactivating the weapon and running off into the morning, obviously at a slower pace than he would usually. He hobbled back to the commons, and spent the day doing boring chores and simple studies, not really able to focus due to his excitement. He showed off his burn blade to all of his friends, talking about how his uncle, the true right hand of the Kaidon, was going to teach him to fight. He even activated the blade and flung it around, only burning himself a little bit when he clumsily dropped it and scorched the floor. Rethas would get little sleep that night, dreams of being an amazing warrior, just like his uncle, destroying heretics and claiming glory for the holy covenant. He eventually managed to drift to sleep, the last thought in his waking mind, what kind of warrior he'd be as an adult... |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 28, 2015 21:02:10 GMT -6
Hakan 'Xar 'Hidohai Sanghelios, State of Hidoh Hidoh Keep The 23rd Age of Doubt (2517) The Next Day
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The storm clouds that had been gathering on the horizon the day before finally broke over Hidoh Keep some time that evening. It was a gentle rain, sending much needed moisture to the gardens, grasslands, and fields that filled the state. Though gentle, the rain also seemed endless. Water poured from the facets and rivets that made up the elaborate design of his roof, and an early morning mist left everything outside behind a pinkish gauze. He would have preferred to stay in his personal quarters, next to his mate and the warmth of the artificial heaters next to where they slept.
A large pink drop of liquid landed on the top of his scaled head, dragging down the side of it until it collected on the tip of his lower light mandible. The mandible itself involuntary jerked and shook the drop away, making room for the gale of a sigh that left his maw soon after. His first born, Rethas, required his attention for the day, and perhaps many more beyond it. Not more than a moon prior, had the insolent hatchling spoke with such reckless abandon, that it had left even Hakan astounded at his sheer ignorance.
The deafening sound of raindrops hitting cobblestone roared over the shipmaster as he left the mostly dry entrance to his home. Outside, he was instantly coated in a sheen of red-tinted liquid. The cool water ran down his leathery skin, making his scales glistening wherever they showed outside of his white armor. The armor itself glowed especially bright in the murky and clouded day. He would wait here for his offspring, if the youngling would get wet making his way to his master, then he would find his master just as drenched as himself.
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