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Post by Agovell on Jan 12, 2020 4:57:46 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Her questions were reasonable. Fair. The circumstance seemed contradictory. A member of Fossopakru protecting a Natblida. Yet, Omera had not told anyone. There was truly nothing else for him to lose in this moment. This place was perhaps as safe as any and Strik Won liked it here. The thought of staying wasn't far from his mind, despite his earlier words of everything being compromised. Perhaps with answer, could come understanding. And a clarity to the situation.
"She was found after the conclave had begun. I presented her in Polis to my clan. As is my sacred duty." As it was for anyone of Fossopakru. "Failure to present her prior to the conclave resulted in a blasphemous decision to kill her." His clan was known for being radical . . . firmly believing in their -- as he had described it -- sacred duties. "That goes against my beliefs, and what I had sworn to do." A scared vow to bring forth the Nightbloods. It was not their duty to kill them. And right now, the shame that came along with these failures was exposed, as Omera was the first outside of the clan to hear about them.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 4, 2020 4:43:45 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA The way she looked at her daughter, the expression on her face . . . it was answer enough. But she further validated it by telling him that she could. It was all he needed to hear. "Pick who to train," he told her. She knew the villagers better than him, and he was going to use that knowledge as he didn't have time to sift and filter through each person to determine whether they held potential.
"The others will help build barriers." They had a lot of work to do and a short time to do it. "How many bows and arrows do you have?" He asked her. They may need more weapons and if that was the case, then they were going to need to put some of them to task to ensure they were properly armed. The last thing they needed was to run out of arrows in such critical moments, that would literally be the difference between life and death.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 4, 2020 4:37:41 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA She told him that no one else had seen nor knew and . . . he believed her. He wasn't entirely sure why but he was one who acted upon instinct and intuition. So when she said that no one else knew, he took her words as truth. But, that didn't mean no one else would find out. How easy it had been for Omera to discover who Strik Won was. What if someone else had found her? He had known it was a risk but now experience the repercussions of it made it all the more alarming and dangerous.
She asked him if he had already knowing as just as she had given him an honest answer, he intended to the same. He had not directly lied after all. He had just not divulged the full background of who they were, and what had brought them here. Even now, admitting it, was admitting the sacred clan's failures. It was something he was ashamed of. "Yes," he answered. "It was why she needed somewhere safe to be." To be protected. To be kept safe. "But that is now compromised." Meaning, he should go. He shouldn't even question it. Yet, something kept him in position here, as Strik Won leaned her head against his shoulder.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 4, 2020 4:29:47 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA It was. With that, he agreed. The village was good for her and she could just, live. He had found someone here who was willing to protect her and take care of her. And, he didn't plan to completely forget about Strik Won, or Omera. The next conclave would come. The villages, towns and farms would be searched. And he fully intended to help protect the Nightblood however he could.
"She can," he stated, vocalizing his agreement. It was Omera's latter words that had him pause -- not that bouts of silence were uncharacteristic for him. But, he couldn't help but wonder the depth of her words. "My place is not here," he told her. He had been honest with her thus far; there was no need to stop doing so now. "I am leaving tomorrow." His words direct, as was always the case yet this time, it felt different saying them. As if they were . . . too bluntly spoken, yet still without hesitation.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 2, 2020 20:57:50 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA She commented on his stealth. It was a skill that was required in his former role . . . and even in this one. To be aware of all surroundings. To be able to lurk in the shadows and keep to the element of surprise. "A lifetime of training," he told her, answering it simply for he had shared with her his ties to Fossopakru. In far more detail than he had anyone else, even if such detail was minimal. She then revealed what his next question was to be which was the whereabouts with Strik Won.
Some time ago, he never would have let the child out of his sight. But now, he was comfortable with her spending the night apart. He was after all, planning on leaving her here in Santcu. Leaving her here with Omera, for it was as much as he trusted her with the girl. "That's good," he said in agreement. "Thank you." Acknowledging her actions, especially those of compassion and aid, was something else that he had done more often, in comparison to his first arrival. "You've helped take care of her." A tone of gratitude and further acknowledgement in his voice.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 2, 2020 20:52:22 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA With each retreating step, he advanced. Her nonverbal response making it clear that she was not going to give him the girl. He was going to have to take it from her. They moved until she was cornered with her back against the wall. He still stepped closer, inching more and more towards her. He said nothing. But his hands moved to the child, taking her from Omera's arms. He did not need his face to be seen for Omera to know better than to try and stop him.
He held no desire to hurt her, but the child was greatly important to him. Once Strik Won was in his arms, he stepped back to give Omera space to move. He took a few more steps away, inspecting the wound on Strk Won to ensure it was not too seriously. Now, they had much to discuss. "Did anyone else see?" He questioned, needing to know just what he was dealing with here. Just how high the risk was. He shouldn't question it. He should just quickly pack what little they had and leave. But something kept him here, having the conversation with Omera rather than fleeing and making his way somewhere else.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 2, 2020 20:47:10 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Agovell watched as she launched the first arrow. Initially, his gaze was upon it, seeing where it hit, how much precision. It went fairly deep into the wood, which showed the strength in which she fired. He then turned his gaze to her, seeing her reload and relaunch, each hitting the intended target. When she had said she could shoot, he had not expected her to be so . . . skill full.
He knew better than to hold any expectations or standards but if he had . . . she would have exceeded them. When she was done, and her eyes turned to him, he realized he'd been watching her, instead of the arrows. So he gave a nod and then turned to look at the weapons. "Will you show the same resolve and poise when it is a person?" To aim at a wooden pillar was one thing. To take a life, was another. "For each arrow must count." Meaning, each one had to take a life if they were to be remotely successful in this endeavour. And right now, that part relied heavily on her as she apparently was the only one who knew how to shoot.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 1, 2020 4:15:03 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Agovell had never thought it possible to feel this at ease with letting Srik Won play amongst the others, away from his watchful eye. Where he could feel comfort in letting her be here. Letting her live here. Omera had found out about Strik Won and she had protected her. No one else knew and there was an added comfort in that. In both things. A trust that had built because of Omera's actions. This place, was safe. Not just for a few days but far longer.
The time would come were villages and towns would be searched for Nightbloods . . . and Agrovell's presence here posed a higher risk. He still wore his attire; he still bared the mask. Still, unready to remove it. But he felt as if the task was complete. He knew better than to consider keeping Strik Won for good, as his own. The idea was to get her to a safe place and to let her be. This was that place. And now, he had to let her go.
Having stood by the door when the footsteps entered, he looked at Omera's darkened figure -- due to the absence of lit candles -- as her own eyes looked for him. She stepped deeper into the room and he watched her before emerging from the shadows, which positioned him directly behind her. He didn't fail to notice that she came along, without the girl. "Yes," he answered, still standing behind her to alert her to his presence there.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 1, 2020 4:05:15 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Why. It was such a simple question yet loaded and complex at the same time. The answer was the same. It was not one he could give so simply. And he wasn't even planning what he was going to say. Right now, his priority was having the girl in his arms. He continued to walk towards her, as she continued to back up and should he move any further, her back would be against one of the walls of this once barn.
"Give her to me," he repeated, making it clear he would not say it again and yet, he was also not just pulling him from Omera's grasp. Had it been anyone else, he would have. And if the spilling of blood was required to protect the little one, then he would do it. But such an option was not one he was even considering right now. He just required her to give him the girl though if Omera pushed it . . . he would have to be more assertive.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 1, 2020 3:26:41 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Agovell heard the footsteps draw closer, and then they stopped. He did not yet look towards the source, though he knew who it was. He had grown used to those footsteps in this past while, since being here. But when the silence followed, he finally turned to look at her. She was holding the child. And, there was an expression on her face that was undefined, for he had not seen her wear it before.
The actions that followed, revealed the cause for them. Strik Won fell. But that was not the cause. It was the blood. The dark blood; black as night. And the way that Omera continued to hold the child instead of putting her down, or handing her over to him. Had he not gotten to know Omera, he would have taken the child and fled immediately. He stepped around the table, remaining composed, but he felt the tension build within his body. "Give her to me," he stated, taking another step closer to Omera, for he was not going to let her out of this barn turned house until they had words.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 1, 2020 3:04:55 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Had Agovell had any expectations, he would have been disappointed. Hesitant hands were not reassuring. Only one person raised it with . . . still reluctance, but a certain confidence at the same time. Omera. Well, this was going to be even more challenging. Though, not impossible. If these people insisted staying on the farm instead of fleeing, then they were willing to pay the price. The cost of their lives. For, there would be blood shed and not just on the side of the enemy.
Agovell moved to take out a bow and an arrow, passing it to Omera and turning to face the pillar that served as a support to one of the houses. A pillar, he expected her to hit without saying so much. He wanted to see the extent of her abilities. Shooting with a bow and arrow took a great deal of skill. Precision. Timing. And she could not hesitate. Not for a moment. If this was the only archer they had in their midst, then he was going to have her train the others with the weapon, while he dealt with the remainder of the plan. But first, he needed to see if she was actually good enough to do so.
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Post by Agovell on Jan 1, 2020 2:51:37 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Agovell gave a short nod in acknowledgement when she welcomed him to Santru. Sanctuary. It certainly did seem like one with the way people lived. The way they smiled. It would be a good place to lay low for a little while. "It's fine." His voice holding in particular emotion. Void of any. They had been sleeping in the forests, against the trees, caves, encavements, wherever they could find.
At least there, there was a comfortable surface . . . for the sake of the child. Speaking of which, he would need materials for her too. "Do you have rags?" He had been switching between the couple rags he did have, washing them when they came to a river. But they would need fresh ones, hopefully more comfortable ones than what he had provided the girl thus far.
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Post by Agovell on Dec 31, 2019 18:09:10 GMT
wamfou shuda OSIR DU CHIT OSIR SOUDA Agovell was growing more at ease with each day spent at this place. To the point where he even permitted Strik Won to play with the other children, not necessarily supervising them. Though, he still required to know where she was at all times. It had been some time since the battle that brought peace to their land and while Agovell had not intended to stay for more than a few days . . . he saw how happy she was here.
And for now, she was safe. Besides, there was something else that kept him here but he would not think on it. Because he was well aware that at the first sign of danger, he would flee with the child. Just as his upbringing had shaped him, he could never let emotions interfere with the task at hand. Currently, he was in their one room house, finishing eating a small piece of bread. Simple things like food, water and a place to rest seemed so easy to take for granted. Agovell knew he could not overstay his welcome but for the time being . . . it was good here. It was good for them all.
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