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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 5:50 pm
Draven gazed at the berries with disgust as he began to lift his head. The process was slow and painful, every bit of him ached. An unsettling crack could be heard somewhere from his spine, causing the buck to flinch.
"How does it look like I feel, fawn?" He sneered, cramming as much venom as he could in his words. He forced his functional hoof under his weight, struggling to get up, several more cracks and surges of pain clearly felt. When it was through, he let out an exasperated sigh. He knew the pain was always strongest in the morning, and would subside through out the day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:08 pm
Iskra snorted, glaring at him for the snappy reply. "Well that's your own fault for running about like you have been instead of seeing the healer or just staying in place." She flicked her little tail quickly in annoyance, adults really were big babies. "So are you going to teach me now? Or am I going to have to wait until you feel better? Which by the way you're acting won't be any time soon."
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:38 pm
"Zhis is no vay to treat jour teacher or gain his trust, stupid fawn." Draven limited his movement as he spoke, inwardly pleased by the hostility Iskra was expressing. "Zhe first zhing jou need to know about fire is zhat... jou do not control it. Jou can free it from jour prison, jou can direct zhe path it might take, but jou can never control it. If jou try... it might just end up controlling jou. It is hard to understand but... I hope jou never have to learn zhis zhe hard vay..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:57 pm
Iskra snorted, pawing at the ground. "Of course I know that. Mama told me that because of Hiisi, my brother.. His hair is fire and he can't control it at all. And my older sister too.." Trails off a moment, getting a bit bummed from the idea that she might never even be able to use said fire. But anyways! "And then you're going to tell me not to fight, to use my fire for good like dad said." She snorted again, puffing out a plume of smoke. "Or you'll probably tell me something useless or-or.." She narrowed her eyes up at Draven, growing angry and tired off all this. "Are you going to teach me or not?" >|
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:06 pm
Draven scoffed, tilting his head just enough to eye the fawn below him. "So jou seem to know zhe basics of fire danger. But jet jou still don't take it seriously? Tell me fawn, vhy do jou vant to know how to use fire, anyvay? To burn enemies?" Draven rose a skeptical brow. "Maybe it is best jou never acquire a flame in jour chest, have you ever zhought of zhat? It might just consume jou from zhe inside out..." An odd glitter of the buck's eyes expressed a more compassionate side of him, despite his hardened scowl... It was a look that revealed the painful truth of his words.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:20 pm
"Because mama has fire! And mama is the greatest. And I know I can have it too, but I don't know HOW. I want to be strong!" She stomped her foreleg for emphasis. "I want to be a fighter, everyone in my family is. I don't want to have to cower behind others." She snarled at this thought, hating even the idea of being weak. "And if it consumes me, well then I didn't deserve it because I wasn't strong enough." Is totally not afraid of this thought, already having dwelled on it many times.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 4:42 pm
"If jou vant to be strong, zhen vhy do jou come and ask for help? The strong do not ever require assistance. Perhaps to prove to jourself zhat jou are truly strong, jou need to learn to create fire on jour own. In zhis case, I cannot help jou be strong. Even if I vanted to." Draven finished his words with a determined glare to get rid of the child from his hooves.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 4:49 pm
Iskra glared at him. "The strong ask for help when it is needed because they aren't stupid. Stupidity is a weakness, it makes you think you can do things that you can't. And then you fail, and you find out you really aren't all that strong. That's why I'm asking for your help. No. I'm demanding it because I know you'd never help anyone." She pawed at the ground, growing tired of this back and forth. "I've tried many times to create the fire. But I just can't.." Iskra sighed, lowing her head a bit in the dismay that she might never be able to create fire.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 4:58 pm
Draven rolled his eyes. "Jou're so naive." He spat simply and quietly, looking out to the morning sky beyond the mouth of the cave. He stepped from his bed of grass, hobbling his way out with no regard to the fawn, shoving her aside if the opportunity presented itself. "Do jou feel a heat in jou, fawn? In jour chest, jour zhroat, or jour gut... wherever it may be. Do jou feel it? If jou don't, jou can not ever vish to make fire."
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:22 pm
"YES!" At last, he was getting somewhere with this. "It's always in my chest. A nice, warm feeling. And it gets smaller and less warm when I'm really cold or it is raining." She pronked in place from her excitement. "When I breathe in, I can feel it flutter~ But then all I breathe out is smoke." Iskra stalked after Draven quickly, not even bothering to notice his tail whacking her in the side as she came closer.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:52 pm
"Go back inside." Draven demanded with a snarl as he noticed Iskra was following him. "Vhen jou breathe out, jou must not focus on making fire. Zhat vill do nozhing to benefit jour desires. Imagine instead, zhe vone instance zhat made jou most angry and inhale it... Let zhe rage grow vith zhe heat in jour chest as jou hold jour breath. Zhen release it all in vone sudden breath, mercilessly, vith zhe intent to destroy everyzhing in jour path. Jou can practice zhere." He motioned to the pile of dry sticks Iskra had brought him earlier. "I'm going to have breakfast." Draven casually started away into the woods.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:49 pm
"You better not be running away from me!" She yelled, stomping a hoof before turning to glare down at the kindle. While is idea kinda made sense to her, nothing in her short little life had caused her that much rage and anger. Except maybe that horrible shadow creature that had invaded her dreams and caused her to kill so many herla. The yearling began to shake with just the thought of the nightmare, but this was fear, not anger.
But how could she turn that into anger. "I hate him. And I don't even know his name. But I hate him." Her eyebrows narrowed in her concentration of hatred. "He made me think I killed Chalice. And Tia. And then mocked me and tried to hurt me." The more she thought about it the harder she shook, the hotter her body felt, the more her chest tightened. "He has to pay. I want to make him pay. I hate him." Iskra's breathing doubled, a constant stream of smoke filtering out of her nose up to the cavern's ceiling. With one great deep breath Iskra screamed, felling all the heat in her body drain until the darkness engulfed her vision.
The next thing she realized was that she was on the floor. And she was very, very cold. Iskra slowly sat up and rubbed the soot of her face as the ringing in her ears began to subside. That's when she noticed the crackling sound. Her ears perked up and she turned her head a little too quick, making her vision blur and waver, but there! She had done it! A small fire was slowly eating away at the twigs. It was nothing too massive, but still, it was her fire. She crawled back over to it and sighed happily.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 10:31 pm
Draven ignored Iskra's accusations with a scoff he limped into the grass and dipped his head to tear the blades from the earth. It wasn't but a few minutes before he heard the deafening scream. Draven instinctively perked, snapping his attention towards the mouth of the cave.
What just happened? Was the fawn attacked? Or did she light herself on fire?
The buck took on a smug expression as he lowered his head once again to finish his meal. He'd warned her it'd be dangerous. Whatever just happened, the fawn no doubt deserved it. But the luscious, moist vegetation in his mouth turned to ash when his thoughts persisted. Deciding he couldn't have a decent meal without first peering down at the fawn's charred body, he slowly turned and limped back towards the mouth of the cave.
The scene opened itself to him as he arrived, gazing down at the unconscious fawn and the small fire she'd created. Well, she didn't seem to be in any serious danger, bearing no wounds or scorch marks. Reluctantly a little less than disappointed, the stag settled himself on the opposite side of the fire, offering a toothy grin when the child opened her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:54 am
Iskra's head had stopped spinning when she realized Draven was watching her from the other side of the fire. "I-I did it." She gave him a serious face, eyebrows pinched together. "I-I knew I could." She really didn't know what else to say other than that. Her mind was still quite shaken from the whole thought process. "Already done with breakfast?" She gave him a side glance, attempting not to show her exhaustion which would only give him more fodder to pick at her with.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:21 pm
"Jes, jou certainly did." Draven gave a malicious smirk. "So I suppose zhis means I von't be seeing jou anymore. I can't say I'll miss jou." His disheartened words pleased himself as he turned his head to express his disinterest.
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