Lies and Deceit - A Fantasy RP

[Rubysword]

Tory's arms were around Sierra's neck. She stared at the strange man.

 

[Rubysword]

Casimir froze and took a halting step forwards. "That doll..Where did you get that doll? TELL ME! Where did she get that doll?" He yelled at Sierra, his face awash with pain and confusion. His chest was tight as his heart raced with the possibilities. Surely they just found it somewhere, it had to be, it was too big of a coincidence.

Tory's face wrinkled in confusion. Why was he so mad about her doll?

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Tory's face wrinkled in confusion. Why was he so mad about her doll?

Casimir froze and took a halting step forwards. "That doll..Where did you get that doll? TELL ME! Where did she get that doll?" He yelled at Sierra, his face awash with pain and confusion. His chest was tight as his heart raced with the possibilities. Surely they just found it somewhere, it had to be, it was too big of a coincidence.

Sierra shielded Tory with her wings, before looking the man straight in his eyes, replying with a calmed tone, so as not to disturb Tory “It’s hers. She had it when I saved her from a fire. A bunch of humans had torched this house, and she was crying up stairs. I froze as much as I could, which gave me enough time to save her.” Her expression turned more aggressive, as she now demanded “Why do you want to know?”

 

[Rubysword]

Tory looked at Sierra, confused. She wasn't sure what was going on.

 

[Nariah01]

Sierra shielded Tory with her wings, before looking the man straight in his eyes, replying with a calmed tone, so as not to disturb Tory “It’s hers. She had it when I saved her from a fire. A bunch of humans had torched this house, and she was crying up stairs. I froze as much as I could, which gave me enough time to save her.” Her expression turned more aggressive, as she now demanded “Why do you want to know?”

Casimir looked at her as his chest tightened at her words. "That doll belonged to Mara, my sister. Our mother made it for her when she was born, she hand sewed the flowers on the dress. " He choked out as he dropped to his knees, what was this Aves doing with his baby sisters doll? For a brief moment he thought he recognized his mothers eyes in the young Aves but how could that be. he truly was broken he thought, to see things where they were not.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Casimir looked at her as his chest tightened at her words. "That doll belonged to Mara, my sister. Our mother made it for her when she was born, she hand sewed the flowers on the dress. " He choked out as he dropped to his knees, what was this Aves doing with his baby sisters doll? For a brief moment he thought he recognized his mothers eyes in the young Aves but how could that be. he truly was broken he thought, to see things where they were not.

Sierra’s eyes widened as the man she had been forced to kneel in front of before was know knelt before her. She realized what had happened. Sierra had saved his sister, and he had blamed the fire in the Aves when it had been started by the humans. She had saved his sister, and he had almost murdered her in the cold snow. When she could’ve ridiculed him, she showed mercy. When she could’ve killed him, she didn’t. Sierra reasoned, he couldn’t be playing, he was on the verge of tears. She asked softly, sympathy in her voice “How did her room look like?” to verify he wasn’t lying. Instinct made her hold Tory a bit tighter, not sure if she was ready to hear the answer. (Make up whatever description of the room you want, and that’s what Sierra saw.)

 

[Nariah01]

Sierra’s eyes widened as the man she had been forced to kneel in front of before was know knelt before her. She realized what had happened. Sierra had saved his sister, and he had blamed the fire in the Aves when it had been started by the humans. She had saved his sister, and he had almost murdered her in the cold snow. When she could’ve ridiculed him, she showed mercy. When she could’ve killed him, she didn’t. Sierra reasoned, he couldn’t be playing, he was on the verge of tears. She asked softly, sympathy in her voice “How did her room look like?” to verify he wasn’t lying. Instinct made her hold Tory a bit tighter, not sure if she was ready to hear the answer. (Make up whatever description of the room you want, and that’s what Sierra saw.)

He looked up at her with tears streaming down his face, he was very confused and he wasn't entirely sure he was lucid at the moment. But he answered her regardless. "It was painted forest green, because dad wouldn't allow cute baby colors for any daughter of his. She had light green curtains with flowers on them around the window. Her crib was hand carver with vines and flowers carved into the legs and railings. And she had that doll along with a blanket that had bears on it. And there was a rocking horse in one corner, I helped carve it myself." He choked on a sob at the last bit. He shook his head as he looked up at them. "That is her doll, I don't know how you came to find it, I saw the house..It was ruined, I saw what was left of my families..." He trailed off as he relived the feelings and emotions of that horrid day that changed his life and set him on his current path.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

He looked up at her with tears streaming down his face, he was very confused and he wasn't entirely sure he was lucid at the moment. But he answered her regardless. "It was painted forest green, because dad wouldn't allow cute baby colors for any daughter of his. She had light green curtains with flowers on them around the window. Her crib was hand carver with vines and flowers carved into the legs and railings. And she had that doll along with a blanket that had bears on it. And there was a rocking horse in one corner, I helped carve it myself." He choked on a sob at the last bit. He shook his head as he looked up at them. "That is her doll, I don't know how you came to find it, I saw the house..It was ruined, I saw what was left of my families..." He trailed off as he relived the feelings and emotions of that horrid day that changed his life and set him on his current path.

Sierra had no doubt he was telling the truth. For the few seconds she had subdued the fire, she had seen the dark green paint, most of it already flaked off of the room, falling on the dark wooden floor, most of which was beginning to turn into a charred black. The beautiful intricacy of the crib. The burning rocking horse. She remembered Tory wailing, screaming for someone to subdue the immense heat. She remembered how serene she had been afterwards, in her own arms. Tears formed at her eyes, not quite spilling over, as she admitted “I wanted her to have something from her old family, so I took the doll with me.” She knelt down and embraced him in his suffering, confusion, and joy, holding Tory in her other arm. That moment was brief, as pain shot through her wings again, forcing her to have to freeze it again. That pain reminded her how he had screamed at her, how he had accused her kind. Almost killing her. For nothing she had done. Her heart fought the bitterness that threatened to settle over it, as she looked down on Casimir as he weeped in front of the two. She didn’t know what to do...she couldn’t just let Tory go or anything. She turned to Tory and explained softly, with the affection of a mother, “Tory, this is your brother. When you were small, this man was your big brother.” She produced a small snowflake in her hand, continuing to explain “He was small before.”, then growing the snowflake and adding “But he’s grown up now.” She looked over at Cassimir’s brother, wondering if she could let Tory go...admit Tory’s family wasn’t just her anymore.

 

[Nariah01]

Sierra had no doubt he was telling the truth. For the few seconds she had subdued the fire, she had seen the dark green paint, most of it already flaked off of the room, falling on the dark wooden floor, most of which was beginning to turn into a charred black. The beautiful intricacy of the crib. The burning rocking horse. She remembered Tory wailing, screaming for someone to subdue the immense heat. She remembered how serene she had been afterwards, in her own arms. Tears formed at her eyes, not quite spilling over, as she admitted “I wanted her to have something from her old family, so I took the doll with me.” She knelt down and embraced him in his suffering, confusion, and joy, holding Tory in her other arm. That moment was brief, as pain shot through her wings again, forcing her to have to freeze it again. That pain reminded her how he had screamed at her, how he had accused her kind. Almost killing her. For nothing she had done. Her heart fought the bitterness that threatened to settle over it, as she looked down on Casimir as he weeped in front of the two. She didn’t know what to do...she couldn’t just let Tory go or anything. She turned to Tory and explained softly, with the affection of a mother, “Tory, this is your brother. When you were small, this man was your big brother.” She produced a small snowflake in her hand, continuing to explain “He was small before.”, then growing the snowflake and adding “But he’s grown up now.” She looked over at Cassimir’s brother, wondering if she could let Tory go...admit Tory’s family wasn’t just her anymore.

Casimir heard this and looked up at her in confusion. "I don't understand what you are saying. She can't be my sister, she died, I saw the burned crib. Even if you somehow pulled her from the flames this isn't her. It can't be, she has wings." He said as he stood and tried to take a closer look at the girl. It was impossible to tell if it was her, her eyes though, they had the same eyes. But regardless this girl was an Aves, not human as he was. As his whole family had been.

 

[Rubysword]

Casimir looked at her as his chest tightened at her words. "That doll belonged to Mara, my sister. Our mother made it for her when she was born, she hand sewed the flowers on the dress. " He choked out as he dropped to his knees, what was this Aves doing with his baby sisters doll? For a brief moment he thought he recognized his mothers eyes in the young Aves but how could that be. he truly was broken he thought, to see things where they were not.

Sierra’s eyes widened as the man she had been forced to kneel in front of before was know knelt before her. She realized what had happened. Sierra had saved his sister, and he had blamed the fire in the Aves when it had been started by the humans. She had saved his sister, and he had almost murdered her in the cold snow. When she could’ve ridiculed him, she showed mercy. When she could’ve killed him, she didn’t. Sierra reasoned, he couldn’t be playing, he was on the verge of tears. She asked softly, sympathy in her voice “How did her room look like?” to verify he wasn’t lying. Instinct made her hold Tory a bit tighter, not sure if she was ready to hear the answer. (Make up whatever description of the room you want, and that’s what Sierra saw.)

Tory hugged Sierra back, confused, and a little bit afraid.

Sierra had no doubt he was telling the truth. For the few seconds she had subdued the fire, she had seen the dark green paint, most of it already flaked off of the room, falling on the dark wooden floor, most of which was beginning to turn into a charred black. The beautiful intricacy of the crib. The burning rocking horse. She remembered Tory wailing, screaming for someone to subdue the immense heat. She remembered how serene she had been afterwards, in her own arms. Tears formed at her eyes, not quite spilling over, as she admitted “I wanted her to have something from her old family, so I took the doll with me.” She knelt down and embraced him in his suffering, confusion, and joy, holding Tory in her other arm. That moment was brief, as pain shot through her wings again, forcing her to have to freeze it again. That pain reminded her how he had screamed at her, how he had accused her kind. Almost killing her. For nothing she had done. Her heart fought the bitterness that threatened to settle over it, as she looked down on Casimir as he weeped in front of the two. She didn’t know what to do...she couldn’t just let Tory go or anything. She turned to Tory and explained softly, with the affection of a mother, “Tory, this is your brother. When you were small, this man was your big brother.” She produced a small snowflake in her hand, continuing to explain “He was small before.”, then growing the snowflake and adding “But he’s grown up now.” She looked over at Cassimir’s brother, wondering if she could let Tory go...admit Tory’s family wasn’t just her anymore.

Tory stared at Sierra, then at Casimir, then back at Sierra. She was silent for a moment, but then asked "What's a brother?"

Casimir heard this and looked up at her in confusion. "I don't understand what you are saying. She can't be my sister, she died, I saw the burned crib. Even if you somehow pulled her from the flames this isn't her. It can't be, she has wings." He said as he stood and tried to take a closer look at the girl. It was impossible to tell if it was her, her eyes though, they had the same eyes. But regardless this girl was an Aves, not human as he was. As his whole family had been.