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| Circus in the Gardens; attn: Iyraine | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 20 2009, 09:20 PM (89 Views) | |
| Dhaimyn Reovike | Jan 20 2009, 09:20 PM Post #1 |
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The Black Tower wasn’t at all what Dhai had expected. They hadn’t tried to take Zere away, but he almost wished they had. A fight would have been better than the way every single man in a black uniform stared at him when he passed, pity so obvious in their faces. He heard them whispering behind his back, the words tiger and bonded following him no matter how quickly he walked. Dhai didn’t want to be pitied; Zere was worth every sacrifice he had made for her, and they just didn’t understand. Even the man who had placed a pile of black uniforms into his arms and recited a speech about proper behavior in the Towers had been distracted, staring openly at the tiger standing by Dhai’s side. Really, Dhai didn’t understand. They were the oddities. They were the men that should be dead, the women who should be leashed. He had tolerated the stares when he had worked for the troupe, because that was what his job meant. Dhai had accepted the position as a curiosity, then. But here? There wasn’t anything wrong with him. Well, at least not where Zere was concerned. Dhai knew perfectly well that he should be dead, because no matter what, male channelers were dangerous. But... He couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t even think about taking care of the problem himself. If he was gone, what would happen to Zere? People tolerated her now because she was bonded to him, and if he was gone, they’d probably sell her to a troupe. Or kill her. Dhai couldn’t let either of those options come true. No, he just couldn’t channel, couldn’t give in to the ‘lessons’ he’d probably be forced to attend. If he didn’t use saidin, he wouldn’t be a danger to anyone. Self control wouldn’t be anything new- he already had to keep his emotions in check, so he didn’t trigger any sort of reaction in Zere. He had seen what his anger could push her to do when she had attacked the Asha’man, while he had still been traveling with the troupe. Refraining from channeling wouldn’t be any more difficult than that, no matter how hard any Asha’man tried to push him. Nothing could possibly be more difficult than making sure he wasn’t more than a little irritated, because anything past that would induce violence in Zere. He had tried training her not to react to his emotions, but the tiger just didn’t understand. There were, after all, limits to what he could teach her. Dhai sighed, and looked down at his feet as he walked, grateful for the peace and quiet the gardens offered. He was tired of being watching and gossiped about, because amid all that noise, he just couldn’t think. He felt so caged, cornered by every wall and roof of the Towers. The way people stared irritated him, and the annoyance was quickly feeding his anger. He couldn’t risk that, though- if he let his emotions get out of control, Zere would do something drastic. Dhai wasn’t sure how the Tower would react to that, either. Would they kill her if they realized his control over her wasn’t complete? Really, he wasn’t sure if they could even blame the tiger for acting like the predator she was. Dhai was used to the open air of travel, and so was Zere- living in a stone fortress was new to the both of them. The thought of the tiger brought a smile to his face, and he glanced over to the left, where she had vanished into the bushes only a moment before. “Zere?” He called, and stood still while he waited for her to emerge from the plot she had disappeared into. Soon enough, she slinked out from between two bushes, and padded over to his side. “Hello there, love.” He whispered to her, sinking his left hand into the fur of her ruff. Dhai was rather worried about her, because she was used to wide open spaces. Most of the time, when they were traveling with the troupe, Dhai didn’t make her stay in her cage in their wagon for the whole day. Zere didn’t walk with him that often, but it was always an option. Here, the Asha’man who had given him his room assignment and arranged for Zere’s cage to be left in the room had made it clear that it would be best if the tiger was kept out of the way, in her cage. ‘Just in case.’ The man had said. Dhai understood that it probably wasn’t smart to parade about the hallways with a tiger attached to his side, but it didn’t make sense to keep Zere locked up. She’d go insane, and her feelings always ended up leaking over to Dhai’s mind. No, there was no way he’d listen to that Asha’man. Zere needed her exercise, and the gardens were perfect. Dhai stroked Zere’s forehead for a moment, then raised one hand in a quick gesture. Zere shot from his side, leapt into the air. Dhai just laughed at her exuberance, and gave the appropriate signals for her usual routine. Zere loved performing, even if it was just for him, and he wasn’t about to deny her anything. Edited by Dhaimyn Reovike, Jan 20 2009, 09:24 PM.
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| Iyraine Gedln | Jan 20 2009, 10:00 PM Post #2 |
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It was extremely difficult. She'd never been worked so tirelessly in her life; growing up on a farm, she'd become accustomed to waking before the dawn to set about her daily chores, but at the tower, life was relentless. It seemed that between her strenuous lessons, her chores, and her other assorted and ever-constant list of things to do, she had no time to herself. The work wasn't as bad as she'd thought it'd be; the typical hand-labor was something she enjoyed in comparison to the lessons, which dragged on ceaselessly. She'd never been extremely competent, and while she was proficient in it, reading did not come easily to her. She struggled with remembering all the topics, and the failure made her feel even worse. Scraps of free time, like the one she was stuck in, were typically spent studying. And up until a few seconds ago, she'd been doing exactly that. She had sworn to board herself up in the library, with the numerous readings to remember and the unfriendly task of studying her geography lesson from earlier in the day. It was a sort of labor she did not appreciate, and it had not taken a long time for her to find the library's stone walls closing in on her. It was almost physical, the demands the studying took; whenever she sat in the library for too long, the air seemed to thin until she could no longer breathe, and everything seemed twice as large as it actually was, until she was smothered with the unending weight of the task at hand. Iyraine had never been easy to dissuade from something, not before she attended the Tower, anyway. She wrapped her fingers between a fold in her white robes listlessly, focusing on keeping her mind blank. It was something she was working on perfecting, because whenever she didn't carefully monitor her thoughts, something from previous lessons crept into her conscious line of thought, and before she knew it the smothering blanket of knowledge was upon her again. She missed being a simple farmhand. She missed being normal. With a sigh, she worried the ivory fabric as she walked, slowly, through the garden. She'd never been there before, always too busy stuck in the tower studying or cleaning or running errands. She hadn't been there for very long, but it seemed they already took a liking to working her to the bone. Sneaking out of the library was no small feat, and convincing herself to get a breath of air was even more difficult. Because she didn’t immediately grasp the concept of her lessons, she felt the need to apply herself more, which typically lead to long bouts of library time, or as long as her free time would provide, anyway. It had seemed to help, too, because her understanding of her lessons was improving slowly, but surely. She had to struggle to stay competent in the subjects, and it frustrated her beyond reason. She was silent as she brooded, hardly paying attention to the grounds of the towers around her. It wasn’t as if something entertaining would happen, anyway; though it was more likely she’d just get in trouble and sent back to the library, or to her room. She stared at the ground past her white shoes, and absently ran her free hand through a tangle of auburn hair. It wasn’t as neat as it had been when she lived on the farm, and the lack of attentive care left it slightly frizzy, a fact that weighed heavily on her already drowned conscience. She needed to get back to the library. That was her only real option at the moment; if she didn’t, she’d get in trouble, and if she stayed out in the garden, she wouldn’t be able to suppress the need to study much longer anyway. Resigned, she turned to head back to the tower when she saw it – what being a subjective term, as the thing was both foreign and frightening. She’d never seen anything like it before; it was a sort of feline, or at least it looked like it. The animal was striped boldly, and it leapt effortlessly in the air. Disconcertingly, it looked nearly as big as she was. Staring at the animal, Iyraine froze, eyes wide and a hand halfway to her mouth, as if to stifle a scream. The animal wasn’t something that belonged in the gardens, or at least she didn’t think it did. But what was worse was there was a boy… A boy over by the beast who was, for some unknown reason, smiling. She found her limbs and slowly inched forward, closer to where the two were positioned within the garden. Without really being aware of what she was doing, she slowly approached the two, and when she was close enough to be heard, but far enough not to be within immediate range of either the boy or the animal, she paused. Motioning to the big cat, she looked up at the boy, confused. “What… Is that?” |
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| Dhaimyn Reovike | Jan 29 2009, 11:13 PM Post #3 |
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It was the last straw. She was the picture of contrite confusion, and Dhai wanted to kill her. He could almost feel the anger he had kept sealed away breaking open in his chest, because she was so bewildered, so frightened. Other novices and soldiers had known enough to stay away, because gossip spread fast in the Towers. He was both Seanchan and had the dubious honor of being the only person in the immediate area bonded to an animal, so Dhai did not blame people for avoiding him. He rather preferred it to actually being confronted. His hands fell uselessly to his sides, and Dhai could almost feel Zere standing still in confusion, before the torrent of his anger burst into her mind. He closed his eyes, just so he didn’t have to look at her, because her expression was just feeding his anger. He gritted his teeth, trying to push away the desire to just throttle her. What right did she have to look at him like that? What right did any of them have? Dhai had minded his own business the best way he knew how; he was only da’covale and he had no control over his life. Being a soldier at the Tower’s was no better, and yet people looked at him as if he had contrived to form his own life into such a mess. The whole of the Towers watched him as if it was by his own hand that Zere had been bonded to him, and he could not stand it. Dhai had only ever tried to survive. They had no right, and he wished they were all dead. Preferably by his hand, or perhaps Zere’s teeth and claws. It was then that he heard the low snarl, felt Zere’s emotions building in the back of his mind. She was so protective, so furious that he was upset, so ready to kill and be done with the entire situation that Dhai couldn’t help but gasp as his eyes flew open. “Stay, Zere!” He shouted, flinging up one hand in a quick downwards motion. She stared at him for a moment, one paw frozen in the air. He could feel her confusion reverberating in his skull, mixing with something he could only describe as motherly. “Sit.” He told her, trying to reign in his temper as the tiger watched him with blank eyes. Zere set her paw back down, but she made no move to follow his order. Dhai risked a glance back at the novice, half hoping she had just turned and ran. But she was still there, and he could feel his anger bubbling just at the sight of her face. Zere let out a low whine, and Dhai whirled to face her. She was inching forward, her steps slow and measured. He could tell that Zere had noticed his ire growing, even though she wasn’t sure if it was a signal for attack. Dhai closed his eyes, tried to calm himself even though he could feel his heart pumping in his chest. He could let the girl die, if he wanted to. But somehow, the idea didn’t sit right in his mind. He didn’t know her, didn’t know why she had the audacity to interrupt him- but she hadn’t intended to anger him, and Dhai recognized she was hardly to blame. Even as his anger cleared, however, Dhai could sense Zere’s urgency rising in the back of his head. She had been withdrawn and mellow for the past few days, frustrated from being forced into a cage. And now Zere was free, and she was stalking prey that he had as good as signed off to her. “Zere, sit.” He called to her, noting the way her eyes swiveled to meet his with irritation. She let out a low hiss, and Dhai could feel a growl ripping from his own throat as Zere dared to take another step forward. She halted at the sound, her eyes pricking towards him. Dhai could feel her nervousness sinking into his own mind, and knew he had won. He gestured her towards him, and she came willingly, albeit slowly, her paws thunking against the cobblestones. Even as she nudged his hand with trepidation, all Dhai could feel was tiredness. He was tired of having to control himself, tired of having to control Zere. If the Asha’man had left him alone, he could have at least felt relatively at peace with his own mind. but the man had torn that from him, forced him into a situation where he could not let himself feel anything without consequences that would rip Dhai’s world apart. He hated the man with an aching sort of pain, wished he had never lived. Zere whined up at him, her concern almost a balm in the back of his mind. “It’s alright, love.” He whispered to her, before looking up at the girl. “My apologizes.” Dhai spoke stiffly, knowing very well that if he didn’t handle this well, and the girl told someone about it, Zere’s life could very well be in danger. But he could find no way to explain the situation other than the truth, and that was not a story fit for a frightened novice’s ears. “Zere has not been let out in a while.” He said finally, knowing it was hardly an excuse, and quite probably incomprehensible for the girl. But there was nothing else he could do, other than answer her earlier question and hope she didn’t alert one of the blasted Asha’men. “She’s a tiger.” He curled his fingers into Zere’s fur, and waited for his sentence. |
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