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| Zinc | Feb 9 2012, 02:54 PM Post #16 |
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The Owl Waife
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Lichen acknowledged what Striker said, but it didn't mean he had to like it. It was true that there were people in the military that had no true understandings of a social environment. Give and take was what they knew. Give the orders and have them be followed by those below them. Take the orders given by those above him and follow them. Even they would be part of that situation some day, though as healers, their environment wouldn't be quite as harrowing perhaps. Though the possibility of one day becoming a Spine for a Wing would have made it come down to that anyway. However, it seemed to Lichen, and to Larka, that they would be better suited off the field. Barely skilled in any sort of fighting, Larka and he would have been sitting ducks in any fight. This situation they had placed themselves in today, the reaction from Lichen had been a fluke. Larka and Lichen observed Striker as he checked over the muscles and the joints on Culprit. Lichen from a distance, and Larka up by the stallion's head, still stroking down his muzzle. When the man finally seemed satisfied with the state of his horse, he looked to Lichen and the dragon let his crest flicker up somewhat as Striker began his story. It sounded like almost every war story they had heard, at least the ones that ended badly anyway. A note of sorrow traced through Lichen's mind, and he shook his head and sighed. "By the sounds of it, it really wasn't your fault." He glanced back the way that the troops had left. "A brigade of men and horses against a Disruption doesn't seem like a fair fight to me." It sounded like the whole group of them had been doomed from the start. He looked back at Striker, "But you at least saved some of his men, and I'm sure they're thankful for that. I don't understand why Daemon is bitter at you when you saved him too." he tilted his head. Humans were complicated creatures, just like any dragon, but it was harder for him to understand them, due to the fact that they were a completely different species than he. "But either way..." Lichen said, "I still don't like him. He doesn't seem to have his priorities in order. Not at all." he looked to his rider for confirmation and she quietly said, "He's a soul damaged by war. I don't think there's much you can do for him at this point. Especially if he's got it into his head that this is your fault, Striker." she glanced at the man a moment, before she left Culprit to stand and walked to the tents in the opposite direction he had gone to cover more ground. Lichen followed quietly behind her, not going to introduce himself on fear of scaring anyone whose house he stuck his head into. It would take a little convincing on both Larka and Striker's parts, but soon enough, people began to creep out of their tents again. Children went back to bothering Lichen and following him around like he was a mother hen, if only so they could interact with him. Soon it was almost like the soldiers had never been there at all...except for the small hints of wariness still in the adult's expressions. |
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Feb 15 2012, 09:00 PM Post #17 |
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Even though the recount of why Daemon was after him was mostly one-sided the hunter had certainly left space for comments and half shrugged when Lichen remarked that it was really his fault. It was rather out of his hands if the other man wanted to blame him and he wasn’t the sort to try and started a petty fight over something like that. Daemon could have his issues and keep them to himself as far as he was concerned. By the same token in retelling the story he wasn’t looking for any sympathy… he had been asked for an explanation and to him that was all the story was. Although a small part of him agreed that a brigade was no match for a Disruption, they could take on a bone maybe; but certainly not any of the more powerful Tainted beasts. That was one of the reasons that Sekkian dragons were in this war anyway… as the reality was only dragons could fight each other. People didn’t stand much of a chance. Even if some like him had an uncanny streak of luck – good or bad and kept managing to come face to face with Taint dragons and live to tell about it. Part of him wanted to laugh when he heard the quite comment between rider and dragon that Daemon was a soul damaged by war. Who wasn’t a soul damaged by war these days? Most people he knew before coming east were… in fact it was highly likely he was a damaged soul too. People just had different ways of dealing with what life handed them; sometimes it seemed more like what life back handed them. Regardless he gave a small nod of acknowledgement when Larka said she doubted there was much the hunter could do for the other man if he was so bent on blaming him. Although Daemon might see it as even when he extracted a pound of the warrior’s flesh. Or killed him… for one the hunter stayed out of Daemon’s way as best he could. For now it was just easier to let it go as he managed to coax a few more people back out into the open… children more willingly, although their parents were wary at first. Some even remained somewhat standoffish by the time everyone was back outside. Molten eyes watched as the children returned to following the dragon around and managed a smile at that. Children seemed to have no ability to create of hold grudges. “I don’t know about you…” he remarked to Larka, as casually as possible as the two of them managed to end up where they had started. By the rock he had used as a chair… the remains of a fire still a few feet away and Culprit’s tack nestled under the nearby tree so the coloured stallion hadn’t ruined it before when rolling. “But I should head back… someone,” he stressed the word looking at the war horse who looked away. “Needs a bath if nothing else… I’m sure we’ll run into each other some more… and it was good to meet you.” [OoC Sorry for the FAIL – I think that is a wrap though… I’ll get up Ophelya/Larka thread soon] |
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