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Post by Tomas Keleb Martin on Jan 12, 2010 1:06:45 GMT -5
Uncompromisingly curious, the angel ruler regarded the changeling with understanding. Countless government organizations deliberated on the existence of immortal creatures. It was well known that the government would do whatever was necessary to ensure that they were invincible. This included creating creatures from other races, deforming them and assimilating them into a super-creature which could be kept under constant control. Apparently, this was this one of the outrageous experimentations.
Tomas’s snowy eyes observed the Were closely, detecting his words as truth. Undeniable energy evidence concluded that the man was a separate race entirely. It was possible that this was a Fallen, or could possibly facilitate Fallen research. It was still unknown how the Fallen were created. Were they an experiment as well? The proposal was plausible. “This is not the original home of my race. We were summoned as well, although we were not transported by magic. We were ordered to come to this place, which was built for the Races. The council of elders thought that it would be safer. Apparently they were not correct,” Tomas stated.
He contemplated the benefits of revealing information about the Fallen, deciding instantly that there was little reason to hold back the fact that they had little information. “We do not know much about that race. They killed many people, only allowing my sister to live. We still do not know how she survived. We do not know why they would let her go. You are trapped here as much as we are. If you have any questions, you may ask them. I am not your leader, but you may have to talk to the Were leader about your place in this community,” Tomas stated evenly, unsure how the man would take the suggestion.
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Post by Raging Storm -Smith- on Jan 15, 2010 0:01:19 GMT -5
He looks at me with suspicion. Does he think that I lie? The thought angered Raging Storm. I never lie! He choked down a retort and listened to the angel king.
I do not need to be told by place by one of another tribe! I was once told that my place was as a slave. My purpose will not be dictated to me! The warrior rose to his feet. "This other man is not my chief," Raging Storm snarled. "I will decide my place. But I do have questions. You said that the elders were wrong, that this place is unsafe. Why? If these Fallen are here, why do you not fight them? A haven is provided for you, but instead of fighting for it you complain of being trapped. You waste your warriors protecting a princess who does nothing except relive old nightmares!"
The werewolf looked around the room, scanning the faces of the wind-riders. "Will you cower in fear as well?" he bellowed. He slowly sat back down, but his anger had not been vented. I am earning my name.
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Post by Tomas Keleb Martin on Jan 15, 2010 1:47:40 GMT -5
Confident that he understood the reasoning behind the Were’s livid expression, the ruler deduced that pride and wrath would be the man’s biggest faults. He did not appear to accept the suspicion that Tomas had of him. It was the Angel’s duty to understand and manage any threats to his people. Little was known about the man so far; therefore, he was a threat.
Evidently, Tomas was correct in his assumption. The man rose, anger and determination powerfully from his frame. Guards repositioned to confront the Were if necessary, although stranger regained his seat after a moment. The reasonable questions that he asked ensured that he was intelligent, honourable and capable, although Tomas knew that if he attacked, the younger man would be no threat.
Those who observed the encounter reluctantly absconded after their king ordered them to. Concluding that they were alone in the large office, Tomas tisked in disappointment. “Child, you anger will surely be your downfall. You have no right to ask these questions to me and I do not need to answer them. I was not suggesting that you be ruled by someone else. You are not like us, not from any Race we know of. I was simply suggesting that you make contact so that you may get answers that I do not have. I was also meaning that if you wished to fight when the Fallen do come, that you combine your efforts with his. My comment about your place was simply that your kind must be understood, if you went to him, he could learn something and suggest occupations or housing. You must know nothing of this community and need to learn it,” the Angel revealed, studying the man’s temper.
Undoubtedly Raging Storm would be offended by being thought of as a child, although he was one compared to the ruler. “You have no understanding of this community,” he stated once more, “therefore you don’t comprehend this battle. We do not fight the Fallen because they have not arrived yet. We have not seen them. Our only witness is that girl who you verbally attacked. She is young and is struggling with her memories of the attack. It has been difficult for her, and we are attempting to help her through this struggle. We waste nothing. She is protected not only because she cannot protect herself, but also because she is the one who escaped. She is the one who will know what the Fallen feel like if she comes across one. She will be first approached. Do you know anything about strategy, Child? Obviously not. I have seen more battles than you have seen years. Do not believe that you can rule my people better than I. We are preparing to beat the Race once it attacks here. The bond between the other Races here is new. Aymee must be protected from the others in this community so that she can help us defeat the ones who will arrive. If you speak one more ill word about my sister, you will not be joining this battle. You will be feeding your own kind!” Ordinarily, the King would not abandon someone in his office; however at this time, he was required elsewhere: his war room. Battle plans must be perfected.
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Post by Raging Storm -Smith- on Feb 5, 2010 0:58:22 GMT -5
No right to ask? What sort of people limited how a man may speak? The angel king's rebuttal confused Raging Storm. If this man is offended, why does he not challenge me to combat? He does not seem to be a coward.
Tomas' explanation of Aymee's situation did not sway Raging Storm. It was against nature for any ruler to be weak. The bull of a herd established his place through his strength, he did not rely on the herd to protect and coddle him.
As Tomas continued to heap insults and threats on Raging Storm he clenched the armrests tightly, the wood splintering under his grasp. "I have heard enough, angel chief," he growled. "If I were not within your house I would challenge your champion for this. But I am in your house, so I will leave quietly. You may call for me when these Fallen come and stain these stones with the blood of your children." He rose and strode out the door.
When he walked outside Raging Storm cracked a small smile. The angel had threatened to feed him to his own kind, but he was the only one of his race here. Perhaps it had been a joke of some kind. A strange people, these wind-riders. Very strange.
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