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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 1, 2009 23:17:09 GMT -5
ooc/ Tis cool, hopefully his reaction will be alright, I'm playing along x)
bic/ Connor winced as Sahara grabbed the object, he quickly grabbed her wrist. His hand was shaking and his hold was barley a grip. "Leave it, it's stuck." He, like Patrick, knew what the object was. A tool created by the Sunahane to slowly kill their enemies. "Just... leave it." He felt guilty that he kept such a thing from everyone, but he knew that the moment that it was hooked onto him, he would die, and trying to fly back to the hospital would have been dangerous and a waste of time. For the moment he had to only accept it.
"Anyways, we have to try... try to get everyone in there, night's falling fast." He licked his dry lips, the feeling of nausia washed over him. His body felt cold, but he knew that he had enough hours before the poison made its way through his bloodstream. He avoided eye contact with Patrick by turning to Buskin.
"What does that mean then?" Wolfgang's voice did not shake, but his eyes were filled with a sudden shock. "Poison? There must be... some kind of antidote something--" "There isn't anything." Connor muttered, "their poison isn't easy to make an antidote with, and we're miles away from the city."
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 1, 2009 23:43:06 GMT -5
Sahara felt hot tears well up in her eyes. "Connor, no... you'll... you'll be fine. I'll help you...slow the poison... please, you... you can't die." Patrick walked up and grabbed he arm, his face shadowed as he kept his gaze at the ground, trembling and refusing to see his friend in such condition. "There... is nothing we can do Sahara... Trust me, I know this is hard." Tears stained the sand. Sahara pulled away from him. "You can't just give up. He...HE IS YOUR FRIEND!" She screamed at him, and Patrick grabbed her and tightly cupped his hand over her mouth. "IDIOT!" He whispered violently. "Are you trying to get us ALL killed?! Do you think I like this?! How do you think this makes Connor feel?! I want to help him! I DO! but..." His hand slipped from her mouth as he turned his gaze over to Connor.
"...there is nothing..." His memory rushed back to him, as a vision. He remembered the same event, the raiders, the burning buildings, the little girl... no. There was no little girl this time. Patrick flew in on Jester and slashed his sword at the Sunahane that had grabbed the girl, but instead of the girl, he was rescuing his good friend. The sunahane dropped to the ground, bleeding and dead. Patrick took Connor's hand. "Everything is going to be ok... I promise."
Patrick felt his voice fade from the vision. He was wrong. He couldn't keep that promise. The little girl had died, and this time, it was his friend that would die. It was his friend's life that he was holding in his grasps, watching him slowly fade away. "...nothing... we can do."
Sahara pulled at her hair, holding in a scream, tears flowing from her eyes. "This can't be! HE WAS FINE! This wasn't even supposed to happen! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" She screamed at Wolfgang, giving him a violent shove. She turned and ran at Connor, throwing her fists at him, then collapsing to her knees. "This...wasn't supposed to happen..." She choked, not a able to get any more words out.
Patrick covered his eyes, feeling the tears burn on his hands like acid. Jester poked at him from the back, nearly making him fall into the sand. He had to man up, he had to be strong. For now, Connor was still here, and now they knew that this game had turned serious. He hated to lose his friend, but he had to be there, for Sahara. He would lead first, and cry later. "Now isn't the time. The sun is dropping quickly." He finally sucked up his remaining tears.
"We need to get out of the cold, lets go."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 2, 2009 10:22:40 GMT -5
"Wait." Connor muttered, "Both of you need to realize I sealed my fate when I got on Buskin. I knew the risks, we all did. This is my job, it isn't anyones fault." He quickly looked over to Wolfgang. His voice began to shake now. "Like Patrick said.... there isn't anything you can do, no medicine, no miracle. Let's just... get to bed." He had to keep strong, if he became a wreck, he could only imagine what that would do to everyone else. He couldn't think of him... of her too. They had to keep out of his mind, or else he would fall right then and there. He wanted to say their names, maybe his voice would carry all the way to the village. But the wind was growing cold, and he grew weaker with every minute passing.
Wolfgang remained silent like the grave. He knew it was his fault, no matter what Connor had said. He wanted to apologize, but he could see that Connor wanted nothing more than silence. He could only give him that much. Was this what his curse brought upon others? Wolfgang dropped his head shamefully and took Sven's reigns, he pushed inside the small hole as the Oiseau followed.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 4, 2009 0:02:00 GMT -5
Patrick handed Jester's reigns to Sahara. "Take him in for me, please. I have something I need to do." Sahara kept her head low, but took the reigns in her hands and led Jester inside the small ruined home, Strawberry following close behind. Her mind was filled with thoughts about the sunahanes, the memories of losing her family, and the hatred that burned deep inside for the winged people.
Patrick put his hand on Connor's shoulder. "When everything calms down, I need to talk to you. Alone." He turned and walked away from the ruined hole, just taking a walk into the desert with the sun sinking behind the dunes. He wouldn't go out long, just enough to clear his head, to gain his bearings, to find peace. He knew that the rest of them had no chance if he couldn't get it together.
It sucked, but he had that feeling, that it would happen. He should have been prepaired for it. As a trainer, and a warrior, he had to keep his emotions intact. He would say his good byes to Connor later. First, he had to plan things out, keep ahead of the rest of the world that was trying to kill them all.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 4, 2009 10:58:16 GMT -5
Wolfgang looked around the small home, which was severley cramped, even just with the Sabbia and Oiseau. Sven pecked at Wolfgang's shoulder, unhappy about such a cramped space. Wolfgang wasn't sure how to calm him down, so he did what he would do with horses and the other mammals used for transportation in Taikai Ueki. He places a hand over thegiant bird's eyes, and pet mostly his head to his body. It wasn't a hard trick to learn, but it settled a beast down in minutes. He Saw Sahara walk in, and remained perfectly silent. For all he knew, she was planning to killing him. He finally decided to speak. "...Forgive me, it should have been me." He tightened his fist, "But I'm still alive. Everyone I begin to trust dies around me, is that right? Is it just? I curse everyone within ten feet of me. But I didn't think it woulld hurt this much." He slid so he sat on the floor, resting his chin on his palm. He didn't know what else he could say, he braced himself for whatever she woild probably yell at him.
(will finish post later, sorry xD)
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 4, 2009 21:54:51 GMT -5
(( You will? But I wanna post on this! ... *will do anyway* If there was something else you wanted to add first, just tell me and I will delete this post. XD )) Sahara led both Strawberry and Jester to one side of the wall, patting them down even though she was no longer wearing gloves. The two sabbia crowded together in the corner, nestled in a tight bunch. Sahara remembered about Patrick telling her that sabbia were used to being cramped together in one space at night, to protect them from the cold, even though during the day they could be so violent towards one another. They had to work together to keep warm, to survive.
Sahara turned to Wolfgang. "Don't be stupid. Nobody should wish themselves dead. That's just idiotic." Her usual personality was starting to shine through again, brought out by the fear she was holding in her heart, but the fact that they all had to stick together to keep alive kept her from pummeling the man. however, though she was not uttering brutal words, her voice was cold and hateful. "And if you think you are cursed, well that is just pathetic. Blaming the painful events around you on a curse?! Curses don't exist unless the cursed one LETS them exist, and it definetly wouldn't harm others." She took the reigns off of Jester and threw them in the corner.
"Connor isn't dying because you are cursed. He is dying because he got stuck transporting YOU out of the village during a raider's trap. While yes, I believe it is your fault, it isn't only your fault. If those fucking sunahanes weren't raiding that particular day, he would still be alive. Then again, if the village didn't know about the raiders, they wouldn't have sent Connor out with us, so he would have been fine. So yes, it's your damn fault, but it is also the village's fault, and the sunahane's fault. Damn it, it's mine and Patrick's fault for not watching his back. " She plopped down on the ground and leaned against the little bit of wall that wasn't yet taken by a sabbia or oiseau.
"But our fates were sealed the moment we jumped on the backs of these birds. Yours, mine, Patrick's, and Connor's. Who knows. If Connor hadn't have gone with us, maybe we would ALL be dead." She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, tucking up as far against the wall as she could, and look of both anger and sorrow pasted on her face. "There is nothing we can do, but work together to survive. If we don't, if we don't watch each other's backs, if we can't make sacrifices, then we will all be doomed."
She glanced out the opening at Connor. How badly she wanted to stay with him until he passed. Maybe there wasn't enough poison in the weapon to kill him...maybe he needed her... But she knew it was best to give everyone some thought time. Her biggest regret was that she had always treated Connor very poorly. To her, he always seemed odd, and bit off his rocker, a freak. Now, she could only see him as a hero, and it brought a tear to her eye.
Outside, Patrick walked to the top of a small dune, peering out into the desert. What else was waiting for them? Would they all survive? Would they ever be happy again? He wasn't sure. But he knew that this was just part of life. You never know. You just have to deal with what you do know. And Patrick knew something...
Out on the horizon, where the sun was quickly setting, and the dark pinks and purples were almost gone from the sky, he saw a shadow. As his eyes focused, he realized that it was not just one shadow, but many. He squinted his eyes at the shadows, and noticed that they were not touching the desert floor. They were flying. At first, he thought that they were Sunahanes, until he realized that they did not have a defined human shape. He wasn't sure exactly what they were, where they were headed, or what they wanted. He turned his head to his friends' direction, waiting for Connor to report to him. He definetly needed to talk to him about this one. He wasn't sure they could survive another attack, or what it would do to the group, but he knew one thing for sure.
They were in deep shit.
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 5, 2009 10:54:15 GMT -5
Connor's eyes traced the horizon, and once seeing Patrick, slowly made his way to him. He could feel his body reject the poison, which was usually the worst part. He had tried controlling his need to empty out his lunch, and every meal he had ever eaten, but the sickness was becoming stronger. He lurched over an vomited, but quickly ignored the burning pain and hobbled over to Patrick, he grew pale, much like how he was when he first came to Shifu Hiru. "Patrick... what are you looking at? We need sleep, everyone does." Then he saw it. It took him a moment, he could feel his entire life slip through his fingers like water. He knew this would be it. He couldn't survive another attack, could he even fight this one? "Patrick." Hopefully he would break his gaze at the approaching enemies. "What will you have us do?" His voice was firm and present again, he fought another wave of pain and disgust as it surged through him.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 5, 2009 20:43:31 GMT -5
Patrick looked over at Connor, terrified and disgusted by the condition his friend was now in. He hated to watch him suffer. It wasn't even about the dying, it was that he knew his friend was feeling unexplainable pain, like thousands of tiny needles injecting acid into his chest. Or so he had heard... from the girl he failed to save before.
"We can't fight. There is no way we can live through it. We have to think..." He bit down on his bottom lip as he pulled a small canister out of one of his many pockets. He popped off the lid, revieling an arched glass frame. He held it up to his eye and aimed it at he mass of shadows.
He nearly dropped the lense when he realized what the shadows were. They seemed like birds, but they hardly had any feathers. They were covered in skin and scales. They had long, crooked beaks, and black eyes, sharp talons, and claws. At first, he thought that they had five legs, but then realized that their tails also had razor sharp talons on them. They were bony looking, almost demonic. Patrick nearly lurched at the look of them.
He lowered the lense, recapped it and put it back into his pocket. "I... I have no idea what those fucking things are. They look like some kind of demonic birds..." He paused. "What is up with this desert and birds anyway?" He turned to look at the small hole that Wolfgang and Sahara were sitting inside along with the sabbia and oisea.
"We have to lead those... things... away from the others... " She swallowed hard. "And don't give me any of those 'I'll do it, save yourself' pieces of crap. I'm going to do it. If you want to help, well, it would be great to partner up with you one last time." He put his hand on Connor's shoulder. "Like old times? Remember? Except... this is real. This is it." He looked back at the horizon. The reptilious creatures were still far away, but quickly getting closer.
"First, I need your permission to take Buskin." The words felt choky coming out of his voice, like asking a dying brother if you could have his room before he was even dead. "We should lead the beasts away from the others. If I survive this, We'll need Connor to learn how to ride a sabbia. That way, we can take to the skies.. Even if it is risky... We can't keep walking. We'll run out of water too fast. We'll never make it."
He glanced back at the growing shadow. "We can take Sven. He can carry us off away from the others fast. He can escape on his own... he's damn fast, and smart. Besides, I'm sure he has always wondered what it would be like to be free again..." He licked his dry and cracked lips, looking back over to Connor.
"We'll have one last adventure... what do you say?"
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 5, 2009 21:23:33 GMT -5
ooc/ Not trying to be bitchy, but I noticed you did a few errors, like calling Wolfgang Connor, but I understood =P bic/
Connor smirked, agreeing without voicing his decision. "Right. Like old times." He turned towards where Wolfgang, Sahara, and the birds had all gone. His heart ached when he thought of never seeing Buskin again, the Sabbia that wouldn't trust a human, not until Connor befriended him. They were more than master and beast, they were comrades. "Yes. Take Buskin. He won't give Wolfgang too hard of a time. But we have to get Sven out then, now. Do you think Sahara will be mad? What am I saying, of course she will." He chuckled to himself and coughed lightly, ignoring the small splatters of blood that painted his hand. "Those things sure are hideous, honestly. Those Sunahane can't even fight their own battles anymore?"
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 6, 2009 0:00:45 GMT -5
(( DAMN IT! >< sowwy, I'm really out of it, I've been making alot of mistakes in everything lately.. I need to start getting more sleep. Sorry, I'll try to do better >< ))
Patrick shrugged. "I guess we know what it is that has been killing everybody off. I'll get Sven. He turned and walked quickly to the hole. "Wolfgang, I'm sorry. I need Sven for a bit... we are just going out for... a little run. " He reached for the reigns, but Sahara quickly grabbed his hand. "Patrick... What ever you and Connor are planning... " She swallowed as she tried to spit the next words out. "... You had better come back alive." She whispered. "I... I can't do this alone."
For the first time since Patrick had met Sahara, he could actually see the fear in her eyes, and as he stood there, he could feel her hand shaking. Patrick took his hand back from her and squatted down to her level where she was sitting. "Sahara... You've grown a lot. You don't need me to tell you what to do anymore. You'll know. You're a born leader. " He stood back up, grabbed Sven's reigns, and headed out.
"Wait! Patrick!" Patrick turned his head at Sahara's paniked voice. "What is it? hurry up." Sahara nodded. "If anything happens... I'm sorry." She spoke softly, hoping Wolfgang wasn't listening, but not really caring if he was. "And I'm sorry to Connor. Please tell him that. Also, no matter what happens, I'm coming back for you two." Patrick swallowed. Never before would he have thought Sahara would be so calm about this, but before he could say another word, she spoke again. "Just don't do anything stupid! Or I'll kill ya!" Patrick smiled at her threat. "You got it boss." Sahara rolled her eyes.
Patrick left the hole and quickly strapped the pad to his bottom, pulling Sven along the sand. When he reached Connor, he jumped up, swinging his legs over the bird's back. "Lets go Connor." He said.
"Oh, and Sahara says sorry for being such a bitch. Well... not in those exact words, but you get it."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 6, 2009 1:29:50 GMT -5
Connor had the saddle on him already, he tried to hold back a laugh as he jumped on Sven aswell, but burst into a fit of laughter. "Yeah, I figured she would say something like that. She's changed so much, she has you to thank." He grabbed onto Sven's feathers and looked back. "Wolfgang, Sahara, Buskin..." He smiled warmly, voice barley a murmur. "May we meet in a better place." He whistled the shrill sound, and Sven rocketed off towards the horizon with him and Patrick in tow.
ooc/ naw, it's cool, I'm the same way haha xD
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 6, 2009 23:03:35 GMT -5
Patrick clung to the oiseau. Though he had gone nearly as fast on his sabbia, and it was easier to balance on Sven, it was very rough on the back of an oiseau, where you feel every little rock it steps on, and every heavy step it takes. Patrick ignored the uncomfortable aches in his lower back from riding the speeding oiseau and focused on the enemy.
He had never seen anything like them before. As they came closer to the reptilious, bird like creatures, he noticed that they all had three pairs of wings; six in total. They had long, hideously bare legs, and tuffs of greying feathers covering their heads and the area around the bottom of their dragon like neck. Their eyes looked cold... and yet they almost had personality to them. Just looking at the beasts sent shivers down his already aching spine.
"Honestly Connor, I didn't really think this through too much... But all we have to do is keep those things away from Sahara and Wolfgang. We do what ever it takes..." The wave of ugly flying snakes was nearly apon them, about ten of them in total. Patrick reached for his sword, but quickly let go. They were no use fighting. His sword would be no good against the scales.
"Connor, when we get close enough, we'll just off Sven. Give him a slap... that should tell him to get away. Then... we distract them any way we can. But I don't think we should fight them, something tells me to keep your sword to yourself. "
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 6, 2009 23:12:50 GMT -5
Connor's eyes did not break from the hideous creatures, but he did mumble in response. "Right. I don't think I have much fight left, anyhow." Locking his knees to the side of Sven, Connor sadly looked behind him, then back at Patrick. Though he was only a few years younger than Patrick, he felt like he was just a small child, with so much life in him. "Patrick... I should do this by myself. You said no hero buisness, but I'm serious. My life means nothing now, and you have so much to live for. The Rousseau ranch needs you, and--" He trailed off, he knew whatever he said was deaf to Patrick, he would be by Connor's side, no matter what. His eyes darkened.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 7, 2009 22:49:32 GMT -5
Patrick stared off into the distance, past the horribly hideous creatures. After what seemed like hours, he spoke up. "Your life will always mean something Connor, even when you are gone." The horrible sounds of many wings flapping hit his ear drums like a hammer. "You are my friend, my partner. You helped me get through alot." A smile crossed his cracked and bleeding lips. "Remember? I was about as stubborn as Sahara."
Patrick's smile faded as the beasts came closer. He spoke up louder to talk over the beats of heavy wings. "If I don't make it though this, well... atleast the Rousseau ranch will have Sahara. She has grown so much so fast. At this rate, she'll be promoted in no time..." He bit his chapped lip, easily drawing blood. "I'll be here with you Connor. I aint going anywhere."
Patrick grabbed Connor and threw him off Sven into the sand. Glaring down the enemy, he leapt off the oiseau, slapping him hard on the thigh of his leg. Sven reached down to bite him, but Patrick let out a sharp whistle, and the oiseau turned and ran off, leaving nothing but dust behind him.
The beasts struck. It had been so fast, Patrick didn't know who or what hit him. One of the beasts slammed him against the side of his head with a heavy talon. Patrick fell into the sand, blood seeping from his now hardly manageable hair as his vision went completly black.
"Capture them both! Don't kill them just yet!" Was the last thing Patrick heard as he fell unconcious, a large winged freak flying in at Connor. It let out a blood shreiking cry as it latched onto Connor, wrapping its scaled tail around his waste, squeezing him tightly, and stoping bloodflow to his bottom half.
Another beast wrapped its clawed tail around Patrick on the sand, hoisting him up into the air. "Now! Back to the nests!" The voice commanded again, carrying both Connor and Patrick away, hundreds of feet in the air.
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When Patrick awoke, he felt his head pouding, and could feel the dryed up blood matted in his hair. He looked around. He was on a high rocky mountain, way west of where they were captured. He could see the skelitons of dead trees off in the distance, the golden sand turning grey the farther west it went. Patrick knew that that was the Dry Marshlands. A place he knew to be completly desolate, except for the city of No Sun, Nain Taiyou, that was hidden somewhere underground.
The sky was dark, and it was very cold. Patrick felt his blood freezing up inside him. But he wondered why he could still be alive, what with the freezing weather. That was when he noticed a fire nearby, warming up the surrounding area just enough to keep him alive.
Next to the fire, Patrick spotted a dry corpse. He wondered how the man died, but as he looked closer, the man was still breathing. He felt himself throw up just a little at the sight. How someone could look that bad, and still be alive, made him feel horrible. Then he spotted the blunt, rock-like object in the back of his neck, and it made him throw up again, the last bits of food leaving his system as he stared apon his dying commrade.
"Connor!" He yelled, hoping to wake him up and find out what was going on. He tried to move his arms, but realized that he had been tyed up with rope that looked like it had been made out of cacti, minus the needles that goodness.
"SHUT UP!" hissed a voice behind him. "If you wake him before he warms up, he could go into shock." Patrick tried to turn his head, but could not move enough to see who had talked. "Please." Patrick pleeded with the unknown man. "If you keep him by the fire... if you warm up his blood... he will die faster. He has a poison -" But his voice was cut off by a sharp pain to the back of his head.
"IDIOT! You think I don't already know that?!" He heard heavy pacing behind him, and wondered what kind of weird boots the man was wearing to make such a noise. "But if I put him back in the cold, he will die instantly..." The man seemed worried. Patrick noted that he probably did not want Connor to die. Good, that meant they were on the same side. "Is there anything you can do to help him?" Patrick asked, tensing up for the next whip on the back of his head, but it never came, and the pacing stopped.
"No." The strange man replied,his voice raspy and dry. "If we had found him earlier... our shamins might have been able to stop the poison from spreading to his heart. But now, it is already in his heart. The posion was slowed during the early hours of night, but he still will not last another day." Patrick's head hung low, fighting back tears. His friend was dying, and he was tied up, unable to do anything about it.
"What do you want with us?" Patrick finally asked, curious as to why the man did not order the bird freaks to kill them, but instead to capture them. Patrick heard foot steps coming closer, realizing that the feet must have been large to make cuch a noise, perhaps the man was some sort of giant.
"What do we want? We want food!" the voice said, and it was followed by what sounded like hundreds of shreiking birds. Suddently, Patrick felt fear. "Though two men are not nearly enough." The voice continued. "Especially one with poison spread through out his body." Patrick tensed up, fear growing in his heart as he listened to the possibly giant man talk.
"When other men had come here, they came in larger groups. It satisfied us, as we seldom have food just walk onto our territory." Patrick realized that this must have been what happened to the people who disapeared out in the sand traps. They were eaten, probably alive.
Patrick felt anger whelling up inside him. The thought of almost a hundred villagers, plus travelors from the dry marshes that must have died to feed a giant and his bird pets... it provoked anger in his heart. "You eat men?! Men and women, and children!?"
The voice behind him scoffed, as if offended. "We do not eat children. Much too young, and much to small. Men and women, yes! How else are we supposed to live?! We had made a deal with men long ago! It is not our fault that men have forgotten that deal, and trespass onto our homeland! We let the children go, because perhaps they were too young to hear about us, but the others had no excuse!" Patrick spat at the ground, wishing it had been the giant's foot.
Another hard blow came to the back of his head, and Patrick felt his wound open up, blood slowly oozing from the cut. "We despise men! How ugly these creatures are! How unholy and evil!" The voice cried out, hundreds of shreiking following his chants.
The giant stepped in front of Patrick, and Patrick couldn't have been more shocked. The man was no man at all, nor giant. It had four grusomely long legs, bare with both skin and scales. Feathers covered its body in odd blaces, and it had a long neck, topped with a hideous head. It was one of the bird freaks. Apparently, those things could speak, and this was the leader.
"What the hell are you?" Patrick growled. The bird freak narrowed its yellowing and puss tearing eyes. "We are the holy creatures! Made by God to punish the humans! We are what God calls seraphs! The angels with three pairs of wings to bring judgement to all men!" A roar of shreiks sounded all around Patrick, and he wondered where the voices were coming from, since he couldn't see another creature. "By men, we are called Sunehane."
Now Patrick was confused. "The Sunahane are almost human like! You are no sunahane! Though don't feel bad, I hate them too." The words seemed to really piss the bird off. "The Sunamure clan are IMPOSTERS!" He yelled. "To call themselves Sunahanes makes us their mortal enemies. The real names of those... creatures... are called Jintori!"
Now that Patrick thought about it... it made sense. He had read somewhere about bird creatures called Sunahane... and they were not any thing like a human. He had also read the name Jintori, from some book he read as a child.
The Sunahane leader continued. "The jintori are discusting creatures! Worse than humans! They once were sunahanes, that turned to human ways. Eventually, they grew bored of both human and sunahane ways, and became their own people. They may have feathers, but they are vipers! They day that they become extinct will be the day that we celebrate!" Patrick couldn't help but want to cheer along with the sunahanes, but he kept quiet.
"Now! No more questions human! Your judgement comes as soon as the sun rises!" He heard hissing all around him. "Enjoy your last moments tied to that stake."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 8, 2009 16:06:34 GMT -5
The shreiks of birds and pounding of wings brought Connor back to slight consiousness. His entire body shuddered in a piercing pain. His body convulsed from the cold, and he at that moment almost rolled into the fire for warmth. He never imagined himself feeling like this, death was looming over him, watching for his spirits to fade, so that the poison could submerg him and silence him forever. Ripped and cracked lips moved, he tried to speak but only a voice as thin as the wind ontop of the mountains could be heard. Connor had to move, even if it killed him. He tried to move his head, but only managed to cover his eyes with his now flat orange hair.
With his weary and blurred vision, he saw Patrick, in front of him a gastly creature, one he had seen in only books of lore from the Shifuto Hiru region. "P-Patrick...." His voice was still unaudible, he rested his head down in slight defeat. His heart throbbed slowly in his chest, the poison hardening it. He still had a few hours, that he could feel. He couldn't just give up for what time he had left.
ooc/ Sorry, not very interactive xD
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 9, 2009 0:52:03 GMT -5
Patrick had blacked out again, due to the slow but steady loss of blood. When he finally came to, he noticed that all of the hideous sunahanes were gone, and Connor was awake. "Connor... Connor don't give up, alright? We're going to get out of this." He struggled again with the ropes, but he couldn't budge them.
"You can't struggle your way out of those ropes." A light, soft female voice came from behind them. Why did everyone approach him from behind?! He turned his head, but couldn't see what had made the voice. He almost didn't want to see who was making that voice, incase it was one of the ugly birds. Hearing such a graceful voice come from such a horrible face wouldn't go too well for him.
But the voice stepped infront of him, and he was relieved to know that it wasn't a sunahane. At first, he thought he was looking at a human female, but then he noticed the golden wings glittering behind her. He couldn't believe that she was a jintori, especially because she didn't have an extra feathers, or talons, or even bird-like eyes. If it weren't for the wings, she would be human. And she was beautiful too. She had soft, creamy blonde hair that just floated on the wind, and she wore a white and golden dress, and small goggles, much like his own, probably to keep her eyes clear from sand as she flew.
"Your... a jintori. What are you doing here?!" He wanted to yell, but instead, kept his voice low. "I thought that the sunahanes...or whatever those things are... hated jintori." The girl blinked at him with deep blue eyes, and then nodded. "Yes, the sunahane despise the jintori, but I am no jintori. Not anymore. I was one once. The sunahanes saved me. Now I live with them." She had a very strong accent, but it was still beautiful. Patrick wondered where she had learned their language, and then realized that the sunahanes spoke the language. That was probably where she learned it from.
The girl walked up to Patrick, staring into his brown eyes. "You are human." She noted, more to herself than anything. "I've never been this close to one before." She stared down at his hand, and then lifted her own, staring at it too, and then their feet. "I'm not much different than you." She said, as if making a new discovery. Patrick wanted to reach out and grab her, but he was tied down.
She reached up and touched the side of his face. Patrick cringed at first, and then calmed down, letting her fingers glide across his filthy face. "What makes humans so lower than jintori or sunahane?" She questioned herself in a whisper, then let her hand off his face. Patrick stared into her eyes. He couldn't find hatred in her, or evil. Just curiosity, even innocence.
"Why?" He finally spoke up. "Why do you live with the sunahane? Surely you can't stand it here with them." The girl frowned, and then slowly shook her head. "It's true, I don't enjoy it here. They always send me away when they go out hunting... apparently to spare me from witnessing this." She swallowed, and then continued. "I'm treated like a slave here... but what else can I do? where else can I go? I was treated terribly with the jintori. I was abused often. I flew away to the only place I knew they wouldn't follow, the sand traps. When the sunahanes found me, I thought I was a gonner, but instead, they took me in... told me I would be safe with them."
She glanced over at Connor, as if just noticing him for the first time. She walked over to him and bent down, grasping the blunt item from his neck in her hand. She layed her other hand on the dying flesh around it, and pulled it gently out of him. "This is jintori poison..." She realized, turning the item over in her hand. "Surely they aren't using this on humans? This poison is for jintori criminals..." This new found facts seemed to stun her. "The jintori are becoming unlawful..."
"Can you help him?" Patrick asked. "He is dying!" The girl stood up, turning her gaze to Patrick. "No. I'm sorry." She pursed her soft pink lips. "There is no antidote for this poison that I know of. It was only supposed to be used on jintori murderers and traitors..." She looked at Connor. "I'm so sorry that you have to deal with such terrible pain..."
Patrick dropped his head, feeling more and more hopeless. "Please... atleast untie me. Help us out of here! You can't possibly want the sunahane to kill us! To...eat...us..." He picked up his head. "All you have to do is untie me, please. And I can help you!" The girl frowned. "Help me? How?" Patrick breathed heavily. "I can take you to the village! You can be protected there, and happy." The girl shook her head. "Shifuto Hiru? No, I couldn't go there. The humans hate jintori. I wouldn't be welcomed there.""But it must be better than this! You look almost completly human! Besides, I would talk to people, they would understand!"
The female jintori walked up to Patrick, staring into his eyes for what felt like hours to Patrick, who was feeling more and more uncomfortable in the ropes. Finally, the girl spoke up. "Are you offering this to me to help me, or to save yourself?" Patrick opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The girl closed her eyes and turned away. "Then it is what they say. Humans are selfish creatures."
She kept her eyes away from Patrick and Connor. "I'm sorry. I cannot help you." Patrick struggled in his ropes. "PLEASE! Please! I'm begging you! I can save us both! PLEASE! Atleast....atleast help my friend... please..." He watched in helplessness as the female jintori spread her wings and flew onto the wind, disapearing behind rocks and stone.
Patrick dropped his head once more. "Connor... I... I don't think there is a way out of this one..."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 9, 2009 10:40:24 GMT -5
Connor managed to looked over to Patrick, his chest was bbecomming numb, but now that the object was out of his back, he felt a least a bit more comfortable. "Patrick... I can help you. And you can escape." With his limbs, shaking and weak, he tried to pull himself up. He struggled greatly, the vision of the beautiful Jintori woman in his mind, "It's too bad you couldn't bring her... her to the village. S-She would have been accepted, eventually." He finally got his torso up off the ground, but his legs felt like bricks. He weakly punched at them. "Move, damni--" He fell into a fit of coughs, blood trickling out of his mouth. "I don't think even murderers desrve this." Connor closed his eyes for a moment, chest rising up and down slowly. He looked to his bound friend. He had to save him, but he could barley talk, let alone move. "Damn this all!" He cried, hoping that he was heard to whomever was near. His voice broke and he grasped his throat. "Humans may be selfish creautres, but are we any different? Life is all we all want, and acceptance." Knowing his words were dead to anyone but Patrick and he, he tried to stand.
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 9, 2009 18:59:31 GMT -5
Patrick shook his head. "Connor, don't. It's not worth giving up all your energy and what little life you have left on me! Lay back down!" Tears had once more began streaming down his pitiful dingy face. He couldn't bare to see his friend in so much pain. It was as if he could feel it himself. "Connor stop. Don't waste yourself!" He began breathing heavily. "Even if I get untied, what is the use? Those things will probably catch us both, and we'll both be dead anyway. Please, rest. I need to you to stay with me! The more you move, the quicker the poison will spread!"
Patrick had never felt more pathetic. He was once a great fighter, now reduced to begging and pleaing. He felt hopeless, helpless, and so very weak. He was used to being in control... now...anything could happen. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, his mind slowly fading from the world.
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Sahara had buried herself in Jester's and Buskin's sharp feathers, not caring a bit that they were scraping her skin. She was too afraid to cry. She felt like a little girl. She had heard the creatures coming back a few miles. A few minutes after she saw Sven running off into south, she saw greying feathered snakes fly over head of them, grasping what looked like two limp bodies. She knew that they would try to pull something like this, but it was too much to bare. She was sure they were both dead by now... but she knew why they had done it, and she had to man up and grow up.
Finally, she stood to her feet, grabbing Buskin and Jester's reigns, leading them out of the small hole, Strawberry following close behind. They all felt good to get out of the crapped space. She turned to Wolfgang and handed him Buskin's reigns. "It's about time you learn how to ride a sabbia." She told him. "The main point is balance. keep your balance. If you think your gonna fall off, squeeze your legs tight. If you do fall, don't panic, and let out a whistle. The sabbia will swing around to pluck you out of the air, they are trained pretty good. It wont be comfortable, but atleast you wont die." She pulled tightly on the straps on her pad and leapt onto Strawberry. She still had no gloves and Strawberry had no reigns, but that no longer bothered Sahara.
She turned to the remaining sabbia. "Now Jester, you just follow us..." The sabbia scratched at it's hind leg with its beak, not a worry in the world. It made Sahara wonder if the bird knew something that she didn't. "Jump on Wolfgang. The quicker we get to the border, the better."
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Post by P h o b i a;|| on Nov 9, 2009 21:08:21 GMT -5
ooc/ I don't know if it is becuase I'm sick, but do I switch back and forth calling Connor Conner? I doubt it... I hope not! xD bic/
Connor sighed hopelessly, he still remained sitting up, he didn't want to lay back down in such a pathetic mannor. He looked over at the horizon, the wind chilling his shaking body. The wind suddenly piked up, lightly at first, then strong enough to wail slightly. His glazed eyes widened. "It's her. I knew it was her, since the Jintori retreated. I knew it. She was dead. Always so far away..." He knew he made little or no sense, but it didn't matter. Up on the high mountain, far below, he could see the outline of a woman. It was impossible to make the shape, and maybe he was the only one to see her, but she was there. How many years had it been since he last saw her? Five, almost. She disapeared, and then Bo came into his life. How badly he wanted to see her... but not like this.
As the wind died down again, the apparition disapeared, and Connor fell back to his original position.
Wolfgang nervously strapped the saddle back onto his legs and jumped on Buskin. He was alot harder to balance on, but somehow more natural. "We aren't going after them?"
ooc. Sorry for shortness! Garrrr~
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Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Nov 9, 2009 22:40:25 GMT -5
(( Yes, you often call Connor Connor, but I think that is what you are supposed to do. 0o XD but I didn't notice you posting anything weird that didn't make sense. But seriously, how sick are you?? XD ))
Patrick's eyes blinked heavily to the increasing sun on the horizon, his eyes framed in crust. Loud thundering flaps pouded in his ear drums, and he realized that the sunahane beasts must be closing in on them. A rather large, balding one stepped forward, the same one from earlier, though ten times uglier in the dim light. "Our prayers have been heard!" The beast squacked, and Patrick watched lazily as sticky saliva drooled from its beak.
The sunahane leader stepped closer to Patrick, staring him closely in the eyes. "We have spotted two humans riding hideous fowl east of here. " He whispered into Patrick's ears, then turned quickly, nearly knocking Patrick out with his scaled tail. "Rangers! Hunt them down. Our meal will be small, but once again God feeds our hunger!" A cheer of screeches erupted into the air.
Patrick's mind clicked back to reality as four heavy sunahanes leapt into the air, unfurling their wings with a snap at the air. "NO!" Patrick shouted, pulling on the ropes tight enough for them to start cutting into his skin. "NO PLEASE! Kill me! But spare them! Let them go! PLEASE!" He begged, tossing in the ropes, trying desperately to break free.
The sunhane leader growled in Patrick's face, years of rot and stench crawling into his nostrils and burning at his pupils. "Your flesh is that of demons child." He spat at Patrick. "As is the flesh of those you travel with. Humans are to be punished. And death is the only rightful punishment!" Patrick spat back in his face, alarming the sunahane, who let out a horrible grinding shriek. "You are not a creature of God!" Patrick screamed at him. "God is justful and right! YOU ARE MURDERERS!"
The sunahane scoffed, as if disapointed in Patrick's words. "Murderers? Explain yourself to my people Patrick. How are we murderers?" Patrick's eyes opened. "How do you know my name?" He growled, but nobody answered him as the sunahanes began closing in on him. "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?" The sunahane leader grinned. "My people would love to know how we are murderers." Patrick gritted his teeth. "That you would kill innocent people and DEVOUR THEM! THAT IS NOT GOD'S WILL!" The sunahane reered up and screamed, aiming it's deadly claws for Patrick's neck.
'This is it.' He thought to himself. 'I will die by the hands of these hideous freaks...' He closed his eyes tightly, ready for the sting of death, but it never came. He fell into a world of his own, completly unaware of what was going on outside of his head. He heard screams of confusion, and a bit of a rukus, but it all sounded distant, like a radio in the next building over. And then he felt tugging on his hands, and the ropes broke free from his body. He fell into the sand, unknowing just how little energy was left in his body. He felt something grab him, then heard elegant flapping, and felt the wind in his hair. It reminded him of the first time he had riden a sabbia...
This was it. He was dead, or dying, and this was his life, rushing back to him. A small smile crossed his face. The wind in his face, the sun on his cheeks, it was all so familiar to him... how he would miss this all, how he would miss everyone he knew.
"Are you two alright? I mean, are you still alive?" The feminine voice snapped Patrick out of his dream world. As his eyes opened, he noticed that they were flying low through what almost looked like canyons. He looked up into the face of a beautiful jintori. "You... I thought you wanted us dead..." Patrick coughed, sand filling his lungs. He noticed that she was carrying him in one arm, and in the other, was Connor's nearly limp body. He was amazed at her strength and speed. It was no wonder the jintori made such great warriors.
"I never wanted anybody dead." The female spoke up, her voice smooth even with the the wind howling in their ears. "I realized that you were right. The sunahane are evil... And even though I no longer belong with the jintori, I can no longer stay with the sunahane. I realize that I will be wanted for the rest of my life... that I will no longer be safe anywhere... but... it is best." Patrick felt bad for the girl, but he didn't have time to show it. He was in quite the predicament himself. "We have to save my friends... They are in danger." The jintori female nodded. "I know where to find them... I can fly faster than a sunahane, we may be able to make it... if not, I just pray that your friends made it past the sandtraps.
Patrick smiled. "Hear that Connor? Eveything is going to be ok... this jintori will help us." he never thought he would be saying that. "Please don't call me a jintori." Patrick frowned. "Then what should I call you?" "Call me Inori." Patrick nodded. "Thank you Inori."
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Sahara shook her head, giving Strawberry a slight quick and clicking her tongue. "No. If we go after them, we may be in trouble too. If they survived... they will meet us at the border. Right now, we have to get out of the sand traps as quickly as possible. The sun is just starting to rise, it'll give us enough light to see where we are going. We have to fly fast, so you better catch on quickly. "
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