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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 23:50:48 GMT
They had a new recruit, from Azgeda. Azgeda clanspeople were some of the most ruthless ones. Tomac had his fair share of past experiences with them. This one however, wanted to escape the wrath of Nia. He didn't know her story. It wasn't always one shared with other Floukru. What he did know, was that Luna had tasked him with making sure she was comfortable. Assimilating her to their more peaceful lifestyle, and showing her how things worked aboard the rig. It was what he did for the most part. She was quiet though. Seemingly struggling with her past, which was not uncommon. Some of those who came to them were deeply traumatized from their past deeds. But Floukru allowed redemption. A fresh start. A place where they need not turn to violence any more.
Today, he was going to teach her how to make a fish net. There were many different styles but he would start with the basic one. Her fingers seemed delicate enough for it. "Ontari," he said to capture her attention as he went closer to where she was. He held out the rope that they would use for her to take. "Today, we make a net," he further instructed, speaking Trigedasleng to her, as it was their comfort language. And one easier understood by all. Though, she did have the ability to speak English. Further proof that she had indeed been a warrior.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 4:32:46 GMT
 
It had been a few days so far since Ontari had arrived to stay with Floukru. Time passed slowly enough that it had began to feel like years to the Azgeda born and raised natblida. In all of her life that she could remember, she had never seen such a large group of people live together in the peaceful way that those in Floukru did. Her life had always been surrounded by the violent culture that Azgeda prided itself on. By death and fighting, by the shades of blood in various stages of drying into clothes and skin. By time moving so fast that you could blink and find you missed a whole season of your life. She had grown accustomed to the life of a warrior and well prided herself on the many ways she could take a human life.
She had none of the skills that would help her to live in this peaceful settlement. So she was spending her first days learning the skills that she would need, not by choice but by instruction from Tomac. He had been with her since she had first arrived at the settlement, he had been a tour-guide and now he became a teacher. From when she first placed eyes upon him, she had thought that he looked out of place for somewhere that was supposedly peaceful. He was big in build, with muscles that stuck out and the way he held himself suggested that he was a warrior. In a small way, Tomac reminded her of Roan whom had been not just the Prince of Azgeda but also the best warrior they had. Tomac's looks was where that similarity ended, however, as his personality differed as much as she could imagine.
Ontari was sure she preferred the personality of her adoptive brother to that of the peaceful clan's warrior. At the sound of her own name, Ontari looked up to see Tomac holding out a piece of rope. Rope. That they would apparently be using to make a net. Trying her very best, Ontari forced the corners of her mouth up into a smile that did nothing but show how much she wasn't enjoying the idea. She was trying, more for the fact that she was constantly reminding herself that it had been her decision to join Floukru. If escaping Nia meant she would be weaving nets the rest of her life, she had to try and put a positive spin on it. "A net," she repeated as she took the rope from Tomac. @tomac || First post with Tari! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 5:15:55 GMT
His words were met with a smile and verbal acknowledgement with the repetition of the word. Tomac sat next tk her, starting to show her rather than orally give instructions to her so that she could watch and follow. Tomac wasnt exactly an over talker. Especially with those he was still getting to know. "Some find this relaxing," he told her. Therapeutic even. Maybe she would too. Or maybe she would hate it. Either way, Tomac felt it was far better than killing. Hands could do so much more than weild a weapon.
"You do not smile much, do you." Both a question and a statement. An assumption. She seemed to come from a dark past. . . then again, most of them did. But she clearly had not been happy there if she was now here among floukru; quite the opposite of Azgeda especially. For all that the clan did to promote war and violence, they did to promote peace and serenity.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 2:57:49 GMT
Ontari doubted that she would find making nets relaxing. Watching Tomac, she found herself quickly lost in what he was doing. She had never done anything like it and should was sure she could throw a knife at pinpoint accuracy quicker than she would be able to create a simple net. She wasn't the best knife-thrower, she much preferred her sword and close-combat blades. As she watched Tomac, however, she tried to remind herself that she had chosen this life. It was a life of peace, a life free from Nia and the brutality of Azgeda. She breathed in, positioning her fingers to try what she remember seeing Tomac do first.
At Tomac's comment, Ontari narrowed her eyes. "Is that a problem?" Her voice came out snappy, although she didn't pay much attention to her own tone. Her attention was quickly shifted away from Tomac and back down to her own hands. The rope was already tangled around her fingers. She tried to untangle it without causing it to knot. With a struggle, she finally had an untangled piece of rope again but she had no idea what she was supposed to do with it. "Tell me what I'm supposed to do!" Better for her to make him feel he was doing the wrong thing, than that she was already feeling lost and they had been working for only a couple minutes. @tomac || (Yes, I'm editing in my new template) |
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