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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 2:45 pm
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Xiong had met few familiar faces since coming to Halloweentown, though a part of him knew that his brooding in his home in the Sanctuary was to blame. Maybe he had been afraid to go out and face what members of his Clan remained, being a soldier who had clearly failed in his duties.
Gradually, the shade of depression that demanded isolation melted away, though, and the crossbowman forced himself to venture out more and more often.
When he ran into a lady he recognized, the nerves promptly kicked in again, but at the same time, part of Xiong relaxed. She recalled his name, and the horseman immediately straightened, pressing one fist into the palm of his opposite hand in salute, smiling slightly even as he felt himself shaking slightly.
"Yes, milady," he replied; it took two tries to speak the words after his voice cracked sightly the first time, as though Xiong had not used it in a while. "Are you well?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 3:47 pm
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The bow was met with a small one of her own. It seemed he recalled her, if perhaps like her, in part. Often she felt like like those memories were years past. That they too, had been lost. If just in part. Perhaps the worst feeling to suffer, that something was missing and faintly out of reach, that a memory might be mistaken of all things. It was yet another form and effect of grief, to question. Lan tried to rationalize really, but it was debatable how well it worked.
Smiling softly, a nod followed. "Well enough. Even if some illness were to come I have my duties to attend to, as minor or great as they might be." She looked around, gold eyes finding nothing pressing. "Thankfully this day they are minor." The lightest moment of consideration. "It has been a long time since we spoke last. Walk with me?" She made it a question, if he had other matters, she would just seek him out for idle chatter later.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 5:29 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 6:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:30 am
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:04 pm
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She shook her head in silence. She’d not quite call it mistake as simply falling back to formalities. They had been brought up one way, and while that way was lost, it remained in their minds. Lan was to address those below her one way yet now… she was a noble with no house and sleeping with those who had once served under in the same tent. Thankfully, in her own ‘space’ but still. Her and Mengyao were in an awkward place. “There is nothing to forgive Xiong. We all fall back into old habits here. But if it helps you be more at ease, you may call me as you like.” She smiled a bit. “Granted it is nothing rude or vulgar. Though I doubt I have to worry of such things.” From some perhaps in playfulness, but Xiong had never stricken her as such a horseman. Resuming their walk, it was a bit depressing she mused, that they would never be able to make Halloween as grand as their home. The lands were ill suited for their kind. The plants not native and thus, slow to take. Years and years, though the vision Medea had shown them had promise. Promise of things yet to come. Or a return. One day perhaps. Perhaps even in her lifetime.
Granted one lifetime could be a whole millennia.
“It was suggested to me to attempt trance. It was… Not suited to me. My emotions were too strong and I fear they still are. The memories of what I lost, even now- they are fresh. Time is slow to mend matters of loss, slower still to matters of the heart.” It was at least, getting a bit easier to speak of it. “But it could aid you. If not trance, I have found spars… relaxing. As well as the tasks. Fear harvesting is always refreshing. But then, fresh raw fear often is.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 2:06 pm
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Xiong laughed once and shook his head. "I would never call you anything rude, I promise you, milady. Could never."
He studied the plants as well, feeling a bit of empathy with them, struggling to find their roots in the foreign soil. A noble battle, striving upwards towards sunlight once more....
"Trance?" he questioned, looking back to Lan. "What ... would it do? And how?" The warrior did not think himself an emotional person, but also questioned if his own losses were still too raw. He had, after all, just started to emerge into the world again.
Thoughts of fighting gave him mixed feelings, as well. It was something Xiong had long taken comfort in, but he also acutely felt that he had failed in that task, the one thing he had trained in his whole life. He was not sure he wanted to lift his crossbow again just yet.
"Perhaps I shall look into finding fear again. To reinvigorate me, so I can better lend my energy to reconstruction."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 8:48 pm
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