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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 19:54:44 GMT -6
Dianthe hissed, her beautiful heart shaped face twisted with barely controlled rage. "Who are you to intrude within my forge, to follow this Guardian, to sneak within the shadows?" she hissed, her normally melodic voice sharp and deadly like the steel pressed to the Grass Owl's throat. She flexed her talons a small bit, letting the tempered steel dig into his flesh slightly.
Her eyes slitted closed, and she inhaled and exhaled a few fire-breaths to calm herself. She took a few breaths, then re-opened her amber eyes. She was no longer visibly angry, her emotions shrouded behind a mask of cool. An eery silence had settled over her, like the calm before a storm. Her voice was as cold and icy as a glacier, cutting deep into the Grass owl's soul. It was as hard and sharp as the tempered steel she created. "Now tell me, who are you?"
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 20:00:36 GMT -6
Prue could see the owl wince and give a whimper of pain as Dianthe sunk her steel-clad talons into the flesh in his neck. "Roryk, my name is Roryk."
"They sent me to follow her... the Pure Ones." he said. Prue could feel her cheeks grow hot as the silence was filled with tension.
"Please let him go." she whispered. "I can explain."
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 20:30:21 GMT -6
Dianthe looked away from Roryk, her head swivelling to face Prue's. Her eyes lost their cold fire, and once again the scorching hot of anger blazed through. "He is a Pure One." she spat, her calm demeanour slipping for the fraction of a section. She struggled to regain her composure, the calm veil slipping back into place. Her burnt-orange colored feathers ruffled slightly with annoyance and anger."Explain yourself," she said, not asking or demanding, but merely stating her thoughts. "Explain everything you know."
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 20:34:59 GMT -6
Her head swirled with thoughts and memories. What does she have to do with THEM? she wondered. What does she have to do with him? Does she have some connection to THEM? Is she part of them? The thoughts swirled around in her mind, a blizzard within her heart. Does she know.......Her gizzard clutched as the thought danced across her mind, like a viper cruelly watching as the venom spread. Kygoe and Barrath's faces swam through her vision, their leering faces sending a wave of sickness through her body. And Mynar's face..... Oh Mynar, she thought sadly.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 20:39:05 GMT -6
Prue watched the intensity in her eyes die down for a moment, but then spark once more, as if someone had tossed a fresh log into the fire within the owl. "He is looking for me because I was once a Pure One myself."
Prue shrunk away in fear of her reaction. Dianthe was as feisty and dangerous as the fire she used to forge her wares, meddle with her and you would be burned. "I was taken by them as an owlet, but I escaped and joined the Guardians. I promise you I no longer have any bad intentions."
"No matter where I go, my past is always my shadow. Following me."
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 20:51:56 GMT -6
Dianthe's mind cleared when Prue opened her beak. Prue's story began to spill from her beak. Dianthe re-assessed the Grass owl, her eyes cold and frosty with disdain. Dianthe looked into Prue's eyes for what seemed like eternity before opening her beak. "I see." she said simply.
Dianthe's mind was briefly clouded by memories of her past, moments from the nether. The faces danced in front of her, tormenting her, and for a fleeting second she began to yeep. She forced the tide of paralysis back savagely, her iron control of her emotion back.
Dianthe pointed her beak at Roryk, indicating the small grass owl. "What do want to do with him?" she asked, her voice cold and sharp like tempered steel. Her eyes were frosty, a glaze of distrust in them. Her emotion remained like the calm before a storm, the calm silence before the potential release of emotion.
"Continue your story," she said.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 21:21:17 GMT -6
Prue took a breath, inhaling deeply. She peered at Roryk, gazing into his pleading eyes. "Let him go. But I would like to keep him in our sight for a while." she began. A wave of relief seemed to wash over the Grass owl as she said this, and his tense muscles relaxed as much as much as they could beneath the intense grasp of Dianthe.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." he mumbled under his breath. "Save it." Prue snapped, fixing him with a steely glare. "We are not done with you yet." Roryk gave an apologetic smile.
"Anyways, thanks for being so understanding. It isn't often that I cone across an owl that doesn't hate me the second I reveal what I... once was." she sighed, casting her gaze to the stone ground. "When I was only a few months old, a raiding party of Pure Ones escorted by the High Tyto herself attacked my family."
"She killed both my mother and my father, and then turned to me. She offered to take me to the Pure Ones, to let me be one of them. I was so scared, I said yes. They took me and raised me as one of their own. I never thought of them as anything but family to me. Then came the day of my last trial before my official initiation as a full-fledged Pure One. Thalia, the High Tyto, requested I kill... I kill one of our own." she heaved a sigh, pausing for a breath.
"He was slightly less pure though, a Masked owl if memory serves me. I couldn't kill him though. I couldn't believe that they would request the slaughter of one of their own. I fled that night. I flew all the way to Silverveil without stopping to rest. I decided to start over, try and bury my past. I became a smith like yourself and worked in my forge for many moons. I never knew why, but Thalia seemed to be obsessed with my escape. She constantly sent recruits of hers to persuade me to return, or die trying."
"That is why I left. I packed up my forge and flew to the Great Tree. I have managed to sustain the secrecy of my past for many moons, but there are a few other owls that know of it. I keep trying to start over, but..." she trailed off, casting a disdainful look towards Roryk.
"The past always catches up with me."
(OOC: Sorry this is so freakishly large. Her past is a long one.)
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 21:31:47 GMT -6
(OOC: The longer the better! I love in-detail histories, it seems like you know more about the other person. Dianthe has a long history too.)
Dianthe squeezed her talons slightly, sending a shiver of fear through Roryk. She released him suddenly, thrusting him towards the back wall of her forge, propelling him slightly. Dianthe didn't trust Roryk, let alone a Pure One, but she respected Prue's decision. "If you make any attempt to do anything, I personally give you a scratch to remember." she hissed at Roryk, making sure to install a healthy dose of fear. She turned back to Prue, spreading her wings slightly to ruffle them. She folded them back in, then opened her pearly white beak.
"He's your responsibility." she sighed, returning to her earlier perch. She huffed slowly then settled herself down. "So that's your story. I see." she said quietly."It seems very similar to another I know."
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 21:39:28 GMT -6
Dianthe thrust the owl to the wall and hissed a few words to him before returning to her previous perch. Prue folded her wings and blinked at Dianthe.
"I'll keep an eye on him, don't worry." Prue churred lightly, casting a sideways glance at the intruder. "And what past would that be?" A thought came to Prue's mind and her eyes lit up in realization.
"Oh! Were you not speaking of a certain place you wished to show me before we were so rudely interrupted?" her tone grew icy as she finished her sentence She could sense the Grass owl was at great disease. Roryk did not appear to be the brave type, so she had no doubt that he would behave under their watch.
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 22:00:42 GMT -6
Dianthe cast a sideways glance at Roryk. "The place can wait." She turned her eyes back to Prue, the cold glaze gone. Dianthe closed her eyes and released the anger and annoyance she had with held earlier, taking a fire breath and releasing it. Once she was sufficiently calm, she opened her amber eyes.
"There was once a happy family of owls living in the Tyto forest. A pair of mates and their soon-to-be-born egg. They were Pure Ones, but they had gone to the cold regions to have their egg. The egg was born, and was an unique owl. The owlet was rebellious, and had an mind of it's own. The owlet rebelled against the Pure Ones, and would not conform to their rules. The owlet was shunned by her fellow owlets. Her once almost-friends, Kyoge and Barrath, turned on her, and left her friendless and at the mercy of the High Tyto. "
"The owlet tried to toe the line and conform to the mold, but she was a shape of her own. She couldn't fit in, no matter how much she tried. She painted masks and illusions for herself, trying to become a good little owlet."
"No matter how hard she tried, she was always an outsider. She was always alone, ad had no-one there for her. Her own parents shunned her, and held an illusion of her in their eyes. She felt like a fake."
"One day, another owlet was brought into the Pure Ones. Her name was Nymar. The two were the best of friends, and seemed to be soulmates. They both knew that they were two of a kind. They felt the same way about the Pure Ones. The conspired to somehow fix the damage."
"One day the Pure Ones realized the owlet's plotting. Her parents saw what the owl was consorting with and murdered Nymar in front of the owlets, then took the other owlet to be exiled. They were flying over the forests of Ambala when she escaped. She dove into the forest fire and escaped. She never looked back on the Pure Ones, and no-one knew what had happened to her."
Dianthe's eyes grew teary, then shook it away. "That's the story that seems like yours. And do you know who's story it is?" she asked. Her burnt-orange colored feathers seemed to heave up and down, as though they were rising and falling on a tide.
"That story belongs to me."
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 22:12:51 GMT -6
Prue felt her gizzard wilt as she listened to the tale. As the story had reached a crescendo, Prue had already sidled over to Dianthe and had placed a comforting wing around her. "I am so sorry." she said quietly. "I had no idea-"
Prue cast a quick glance in the direction of Roryk, assuring that he was still there. "Thank you, Dianthe."
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 22:20:07 GMT -6
Dianthe allowed herself a moment of comfort within Prue's wingspan. She released then re-tightened her grip on her emotions. "I've put it behind me. The past is the past. It may continue to dog me, but I just let it go." she said.
Suddenly Dianthe caught a slow, gradual movement in the corner of her eye. "Don't move another mouse length." she hissed, her voice a cold blade slicing through the air.
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 21, 2013 22:25:16 GMT -6
Prue swiveled her head to see Roryk shuffling away slowly, he froze abruptly, his eyes wide in shock. "Uh-um. S-sorry, uh, miss. I, just kinda have to go yarp... yeah..."
Prue turned to Dianthe, rolling her eyes. "Should we let him?" she churred. The Grass owl shrugged awkwardly.
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Post by spice on Mar 21, 2013 22:33:19 GMT -6
(Oh, the akwardness!)
Dianthe slowly, pointedly moved towards Roryk, her eyes a blazing fire and her body moving with a determined wall of anger. She seemed to grow larger and larger, until she towered over Roryk. "What, did I tell you?" she said slowly, drawing out her words, her voice hard with barely contained anger.
Her steel-clad talons glinted in the firelight, gleaming with a menacing beauty. She watched him stutter, wilfing at her anger. "Well?" she asked. As he began to stutter, she leaned down until she was a mouse length from from his ear slit. "You disobeyed me. I told you not to move." she whispered, her voice soft but menacing. "What are you going to do to appease this?"
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Post by Gabjas on Mar 22, 2013 11:00:17 GMT -6
Roryk shuddered as the Barn owl approached him, surging towards him with her blazing eyes set on his. Prue watched in bemusement as the Grass owl fumbled for words. He was already rather small for his species, but in fear he had no shrunk to half his already diminutive size.
"I will tell you everything and anything you wish to know about the pure Ones. I may not know everything that the High Tyto and her council discusses beyond closed doors, but being a guard, well, you manage to pick up quite a bit."
With this, he seemed to swell up, his feathers puffing out. He was still smaller than Dianthe and Prue, but he appeared a lot less like a mere weakling than he had before.
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