~The Battle of the Empires~ New RP NEED PLAYERS - Page 1237

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Nark actually looked like he was going to boil....  "If I had known Callabine.........."  He shook his head.  "You closed up not long after marrying him.  I hardly even saw you.  I should have just listened and stuck my nose in."  He stood up and walked over to Callabine, placed his hands on her's and looked her in the eyes.  "Can you forgive me for failing you?"  He sighed. 
"I never saw you as an outsider Callabine Darkrunner; I saw a very young Centaur that kept herself distanced from everyone.  Who pushed herself so hard to make Captain it wasn't even funny.  Then she refused to have a crew.  You are not lacking, do you honestly think that I would have sent my wife with you if I thought that?  Family is what you make of one, they do not have to be blood.  That house out there is more a family to me than my own father. Just make sure that you are not just running away, I hope that you do not come to regret your decision."

"There is nothing to forgive," Callabine said. "I am just trying to do something for myself for once. I will never be happy here. On Terrelis I have a chance to be happy."

Nark gave her an I don't really believe that look.  then he stood up stiffly. "Sir Illykran and I are going to have a talk... he didn't tell me about fighting a Memeruk."  He rubbed his neck.  "I miss my couch."

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Nark actually looked like he was going to boil....  "If I had known Callabine.........."  He shook his head.  "You closed up not long after marrying him.  I hardly even saw you.  I should have just listened and stuck my nose in."  He stood up and walked over to Callabine, placed his hands on her's and looked her in the eyes.  "Can you forgive me for failing you?"  He sighed. 

"I never saw you as an outsider Callabine Darkrunner; I saw a very young Centaur that kept herself distanced from everyone.  Who pushed herself so hard to make Captain it wasn't even funny.  Then she refused to have a crew.  You are not lacking, do you honestly think that I would have sent my wife with you if I thought that?  Family is what you make of one, they do not have to be blood.  That house out there is more a family to me than my own father. Just make sure that you are not just running away, I hope that you do not come to regret your decision."

"There is nothing to forgive," Callabine said. "I am just trying to do something for myself for once. I will never be happy here. On Terrelis I have a chance to be happy."

Nark gave her an I don't really believe that look.  then he stood up stiffly. "Sir Illykran and I are going to have a talk... he didn't tell me about fighting a Memeruk."  He rubbed his neck.  "I miss my couch."

"I asked him not to tell anyone," Callabine said. "Besides the fact that I was foolish enough to not realize that Druin was a Memeruk, I doubt that many people would be happy to know that I killed my ex in cold blood."

"See you just did it right there, you think lowly of yourself.  You might actually be viewed as a hero... after what you did?  You did not kill Druin in cold blood, you saved the life of an invaluable centaur.  Illykran is irreplaceable... which is why Fejorn asked me to make sure he doesn't sneak off to battle."  Nark met eyes with her again. "You didn't have a papa around to look out for you and warn you if you were with a Memeruk or not. These half-bloods are good a swooning a mare.  Then their nature shows once they get what they want. Your mom asked the wrong guy to step in." He shook his head. "That's why I do need your forgiveness.  I promised Marybelle (?) that I'd help with that... to look out for you.  She worked for me for a long time and saw me as a good authority figure I guess."

The foals piped up again as Illy was coming back.  Narks attention shifted.

"You should stay here for a while.  Sounds like you need some friendly company. That and I love Ellanore's cooking.  I am staying a few days... I threw my couch out the window and sent it sailing from my office... so I have no were else to sleep. What's another Centaur in the house of Illykran"  He threw his arms up.

Chantelle sat there in the night.  The Memeruk had lit a large bon fire and were dancing and shouting.  Some of the mares joined in but many were in their tents.  Some sat and watched, many had no emotion in their faces, some had anger and ever fear.  Barabas hadn't said much to her at all.  He only said that she had been on a trip which involved finding some information, then she had an accident and gained a massive head injury.  He also insisted that she was his mare.  There was something that made her highly doubt it, but she went along with it.  He hadn't tried to do anything with her except run a finger on her skin.  That she did not feel comfortable with either.  She saw Maximus walk by her with that filly he had been shouting at and they disappeared several tents down. 

One of the Centaur males came and sat next to her.  She remembered him from when she woke up.  He gave her a slight smile then watched the revelry as she had been doing.  He wasn't as big as many of the others.

"Can I help you?"  She sat proudly.

"No."  He was fiddling with a twig in his hand.

She thought a moment. "I don't remember Barabas. Is he just saying that I am with him to fool me?"

The stallion gave her an odd glance.  "If he is I would not be the one to admit to it.  He's my father."

She stretched her long elegant neck and looked him up and down.  "Am I your mother?"

"No."  He laughed and shook his head.  "She's gone."

"Where?"

"She was taken.  I was taken too.  Father came back for me when I was young.  He said that they had killed my mother."

"Who?"  She questioned.

"The Centaurians."

She raised a brow. "Aren't we Centaurians?"

"We are Memeruk Centaurs.  Not Centaurian Centaurs."  He stood up.  "Your his by the way.  If he says so its true, even if you don't want it to be."  He walked away and went into a tent.

She looked around searching for thought.  She was not uncomfortable around Barabas' son as much as she was around Barabas.  Perhaps it was because one was lying and the other telling the truth?  She just continued to watch the Bon fire.  She knew she was not about to let herself fall asleep if she could help it. 

Captain Name:  Valdan

Empire:             Terrellian/Memeruk

Appearance:     Centaur: Steel grey coat with black legs, black main and tail, blue eyes, lightly tan skin. Stands 7.5 ' tall to the head.

Crew:                 none

Other:                Is the Half-blood son of Barabas

Corbain Ability:  Ice Powers

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Originally Posted by Chic CAN 

Chantelle sat there in the night.  The Memeruk had lit a large bon fire and were dancing and shouting.  Some of the mares joined in but many were in their tents.  Some sat and watched, many had no emotion in their faces, some had anger and ever fear.  Barabas hadn't said much to her at all.  He only said that she had been on a trip which involved finding some information, then she had an accident and gained a massive head injury.  He also insisted that she was his mare.  There was something that made her highly doubt it, but she went along with it.  He hadn't tried to do anything with her except run a finger on her skin.  That she did not feel comfortable with either.  She saw Maximus walk by her with that filly he had been shouting at and they disappeared several tents down. 

 

One of the Centaur males came and sat next to her.  She remembered him from when she woke up.  He gave her a slight smile then watched the revelry as she had been doing.  He wasn't as big as many of the others.

 

"Can I help you?"  She sat proudly.

 

"No."  He was fiddling with a twig in his hand.

 

She thought a moment. "I don't remember Barabas. Is he just saying that I am with him to fool me?"

 

The stallion gave her an odd glance.  "If he is I would not be the one to admit to it.  He's my father."

 

She stretched her long elegant neck and looked him up and down.  "Am I your mother?"

 

"No."  He laughed and shook his head.  "She's gone."

 

"Where?"

 

"She was taken.  I was taken too.  Father came back for me when I was young.  He said that they had killed my mother."

 

"Who?"  She questioned.

 

"The Centaurians."

 

She raised a brow. "Aren't we Centaurians?"

 

"We are Memeruk Centaurs.  Not Centaurian Centaurs."  He stood up.  "Your his by the way.  If he says so its true, even if you don't want it to be."  He walked away and went into a tent.

 

She looked around searching for thought.  She was not uncomfortable around Barabas' son as much as she was around Barabas.  Perhaps it was because one was lying and the other telling the truth?  She just continued to watch the Bon fire.  She knew she was not about to let herself fall asleep if she could help it. 

Chantelle felt wet and she startled awake.  An elderly mare, who's hair consisted of white dreadlocks was washing her with a rag.   Chantelle pulled her head back.  "Stop that."   She looked around.  She had fallen asleep where she had been watching the bonfire.

"I cannot."  She started washing Chantelle's arm.  "When a mare is ordered to do something around here, she does it."

"Well I order you to stop."  Chantelle pushed the rag away.

"That means nothing here."  She persisted.

"That's enough nag."  Valdan waved at her.  He placed a hand on Chantelle's shoulder.  "Father commands your presence."  He sighed then walked away.

"I didn't catch your name last night?"  Chantelle inquired.

"Valdan."  He stopped.  He realized she wasn't moving, then he grunted and turned back to help her up. "You need to walk today, you were unconscious for weeks."

"No one told me that much."  She stiffly got up as he pulled her.

"Yeah well 'dear ole dad' isn't good with words."  He gave her a smart look then continued.  "You get to show off today."

"How is that?"  She forced herself to move. 

"You'll see."  He shook his head in irritation.  "And quit talking so much, you might tick someone off."

"Do I tick you off?"  She raised a brow.

"No."  He rolled his eyes.  "Just stay quiet unless you are inside." He looked back at her shaking his head as if she were being stupid.

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The grass owl gave Orb a large, painful slash across his arm. A female barn owl, who's face looked like the brightest of moons, and a male barn owl with a metal mask on his face, stood in the shadows. "Tell them what you know, or the pain won't stop," the grass owl hissed.

"I spent month being brainwashed by Drex, and they failed to control me."  He winced and grunted form the pain. "You think that pain is an intimidator... I want promise of payment before I deliver."  He took it well, though inside he was screaming and his light wanted to surface.  "What the heck is that... poison... irritant.... got any more?"