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Posted: Wed, 28/04/2021 02:01 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 27/04/2021 17:37 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 27/04/2021 03:01 (4 Years ago) |
![]() Sparrowshade | Molly | 30 moons | Burrclan Medicine cat | Aromantic/Acesexual ![]() Physical description A slender
tortoiseshell mink sepia point she-cat with pale green eyes. She is
fairly short and delicate in appearance, but make no mistake, this
cat is stronger than leaf-bare winds. Most of her pelt is a blended
gradient of dusty dull browns, with the fur on her face being the
darkest and the fur on her back being very close to cream or tan.
Sparrowshade doesn't have much in the way of muscle as it appears -
and most of her body is slender and willowy. She does tend
to be a bit taller than the average warriors - undeniably - and has
spent her adult years peering beyond the shoulders and ears of her
clanmates.
Scent a mix of cherry and lemon verbena leaves Personality Sparrowshade fit into the world of a medicine cat like a hand inside a glove, and its a recurring joke within burrclan that it seems this rank was made just for her. They're not wrong. Taking off right where her mentor, bramblecreek left off, she has served the leader of burrclan - emberstar - and the current leader, leafstar without a fail in her devotion to starclan or her loyalty to the clan. A methodical cat and exacting cat by nature, she demands precision from those around her, as well as herself. While this comes across as overbearing, it's just a sign of sparrowshade's high standards. To be frank, she would not demand something of another cat that she would not or could not do herself; she is not unreasonable in any way. She takes her job seriously, even if what she's treating is a minor injury. It takes a lot to shake sparrowshade, as her roots are ingrained firmly in the ground. However, this does mean that when something does shake this cat, it tends to stick around for a while. Unfortunately, she tends to hold a grudge, though her anger tends to be rather cold. Sparrowshades's cold temper and cool-as-a-cucumber attitude lacks the sweet, gentle touch that a medicine cat should have, and this has led to friction with her patients at times. Sparrowshade's practical nature does have its benefits however. She always knows where each and every herb can be found inside her den, and doesn't have to waste time. Instead, she can focus all her energy on her work, which she deems as how life should be spent. She has little tolerance for shoddy work, and can give one hell of a tongue lashing if displeased, making her a bit of a hard teacher to work under. Beneath her frigid exterior however, sparrowshade is capable of compassion and tenderness. In essence, she is a dichotomy, the steely, aloof way she presents herself belying her warmer interior. History Sparrowshade wasn't always a medicine cat, in fact, and she was selected to take her brother's place. The tom had received an omen and message from starclan on his last visit to communicate with their ancestors - and understood that it was starclan's will that he step down in favor of his sister, sparrowpaw. Thus, he departed from her post, and sparrowpaw took his place. Sparrowpaw's teacher, the current medicine cat bramblecreek took over sparrowpaw's teachings. The young cat was quick to realize that bramblecreek was quite intolerant of any kind of fooling around. Being a medicine cat is serious work, bramblecreek told her, since she was responsible for the wellbeing of the cats in her clan. Making even a small mistake could have big consequences, and sparrowpaw learned this lesson the hard way when her brother riverpaw was attacked by a fox. Noticeably less organized in her youth than in her adult years, Sparrowpaw wasn't able to save her brother alone - and with Bramblecreek away gathering herbs - sparrowpaw very nearly lost him when she forgot where she put the marigold needed to prevent infection. Only the medicine cat's timely return saved her brother's life. Scarred from the near death of her brother, sparrowpaw threw herself into her work, working hard so as to ensure that she would never lose someone again. Her hard work paid off in the end, and she was granted her full name: sparrowshade; her brother became riverbreeze, his name granted two moons prior. Since then, the newly minted medicine cat worked alongside bramblecreek as an equal, and then worked alone after her mentor passed away from greencough. She served emberstar loyally, despite harboring her own misgivings about crowflight. She hid her negative views when crowflight was exiled. The medicine cat was struck when she found the dead bodies of her leader and crowflight's own brother, smallsky - and was unable to save them both. Now, more grim and alert than ever, she keeps her eye to the horizon, wary of when the rogue leader will strike again. Password I'm not sure honestly. Probably the recent books? ![]() “Never make the mistake of believing forberance equates to acceptance, or that all positions are equally valid.” — Timonthy Zahn, Thrawn Foxflame | Male | 23 moons | Crow's second | Bisexual, male lean ![]() Physical description Foxflame
is a lean red mackeral tabby tom with bright green eyes. His
muscles are taut and compact, rippling leanly under his coat. For
the most part, while his leader has to use brain more than his
brawn, he could very well charge into a fight head-on, and actually
come out victorious. He knows how to fight, and has no problem
throwing his weight around if it suits him. He comes in at average
size, yet with the way he carries himself, he seems to be a lot
taller than he really is. Foxflame's fur is striped with deep scars
from his past rogue days, some more visible than others, and he
carries them with pride, believing that they are a sign that he is
a survivor. His coat is bright ginger orange, though accentuated
with darker hues and stripes. His eyes are usually narrowed
analytically, as if he is in deep thought, and the shade of green's
hue, reminiscent of ferns, is rather cold.
Scent Foxflame smells of nutmeg, something like burnt wood, and pepper. Personality Strong-willed, prone to skepticism, firm, logical, laconic, meticulous, sarcastic, relentless, intense Cynical, rather violent to an extent, grudge-holding, fiery, judgmental, solitary by nature, harsh, amoral History Foxkit was born into the clan along with his siblings, Pebblekit and Finchkit, to his proud mother Russetfoot, and his 'father' Hawkswoop, who had died just moons prior. Russetfoot was devastated by the loss of her mate, but not just for the reasons that one would assume. Most of the clan, even Emberstar, had assumed that Hawkswoop was the father of the kits. It helped that the kits behaved like him too, since he was immensely involved in their lives growing up. But in truth, Foxkit's father was a rogue, Victor, that Russetfoot had met in her old twolegplace group, back when she was a rogue named Jane. That being said however, their relationship was not a happy one, built on manipulation and abuse. So, even though she was heavy with kit, she snuck out while the tom was asleep, and ran. Even though the city was big, she knew the way around like the back of her paw. She even rinsed her pelt multiple times to throw off her scent. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until she ran into a starving fox. The young vixen apparently had no qualms about making the young queen her next meal, and in a few moments, had the she-cat bleeding on the forest floor. The fox would have ended Jane's life had not a mysterious tom intervened and fought off the fox. The stranger, a striking ragdoll male with blue eyes who introduced himself as Aeleus, offered to treat her wounds once they were out of the open. So, bleeding and weak, the queen limped back to the tom's den. It is for this reason that the three kits are alive today. The next morning, Jane left, leaving a pair of freshly caught squirrels at the mouth of the den as a thank you to the tom. She met up with a patrol who granted her a place in Emberclan - as well as a new name, Russetfoot. There, as an official clan queen, she gave birth to Foxkit and his littermates, all perfectly healthy. Finchkit was named for his tabby fur, Pebblekit was a nod to Stonepelt's service, and Foxkit was named for the fox that had inadvertently brought her to this clan. Soon, she met another tom, a kindly yet powerful male who called himself Hawkswoop, who stepped in as the father. For the most part, Foxkit's upbringing was normal. He and his siblings took after their psuedo-father, Hawkswoop to the point where most cats simply assumed he was the father after all. Unfortunately, his time with his 'kits' was cut short when he died from a particularly vicious snakebite. This shook Russetfoot to her core, and for a few moons, Foxkit, Pebblekit and Finchkit were left to other queens as nursery wards. Up until the appearance of a very familiar tom - Aeleus, now called Stonepaw. The tom became an older brother figure to the triplets, who would spend a lot of their time in their kithood with the older tom. ![]() Lupus | Tom | 24 moons | Loner | Heterosexual/Heteroromantic ![]() Physical description
Scent Cocoa beans and various berries Personality Sexuality Bisexual, male lean Crush None; has not foregone a relationship at this time. Mate & kits none. Mother Blythe Father Unknown Siblings None. (Open!) Former mentor None. Apprentice None. History Password The recent books I guess? ![]() [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 26/04/2021 12:00 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 25/04/2021 21:34 (4 Years ago) |
escape? fenrys tried to hide his open surprise at the term, even as a undiluted wave of excitement tickled each feather on his wings. as if they could taste the currents of the wind once more. he was sure it had been two months since he'd been here, but since he'd never bothered to ask. it wasn't like the guards were going to keep track of the days while he was down here. it felt like so long since he'd seen the brilliant sky, or even flown. it felt like a lifetime. the chiss knew how to manipulate someone, that's for sure because he -as well as anyone down here - knew that the first priority was to either flee or leave a mark or two on the empire. his claws dug into his knees with nearly enough force to pierce the fabric and draw blood with the effort of keeping his face blank. it wasn't working entirely. fenrys could feel the tension that was rapidly building up in the air, almost thick enough for him to cut through it with his talons; the chiss before him in particular looked so very uncomfortable. there was no denying that he wanted this, and he would probably move on in disappointment if the prisoner said no. or, he'd simply beat it out of the winged avian. no, that wasn't quite it. he wanted to see the empire's people brought to justice, to see their grip weaken on the galaxy. but such things could only be achieved in the long run. whatever the empire did after they had been exposed to their error of their ways was not of fenrys's concern. nevertheless, fenrys had reason to believe that the root of the evil that had pervaded the empire was something more...elusive. something darker that danced in the shadows, what exactly though he couldn't put his finger on it. it wasn't even the people. but then his mind slipped back to the factory, what those hooligans that were called the pykes had done - and would do - with the metal they obtained from these hidden transactions, and the wavering uncertainty slipped. no one in their right mind would allow it to continue, be it rebel or imperial. not unless they had something to gain. fenrys met the chiss's eyes with astonishing nerve, his stern eyes unreadable yet conveying something similar to compliance of sorts. or acceptance. fenrys's voice was hard when he responded to the chiss, though he made sure to keep his voice down. "i am willing to cooperate with you on your ... quest, of sorts. i will also keep this conversation a secret, since we really should not be talking about this. however, i have two conditions of my own. one - don't expect me to reveal rebellion intel or rebellion locations. two - don't make me take up arms against other members of the rebellion. there may be exceptions to this; and i'm really hoping not, but if i have to betray my cause to do this, the deal is off." the shaliz'na still had his suspicions with the chiss, despite how open the male had been with him these past two days. he would not have dared to hope for such a meaningful conversation with anyone since he'd first come here. even in the rebellion, his friends were few, since he'd mostly kept to himself. the only time he was really social was during meals. once out of the cell, he'd really have a chance at returning back to where he was supposed to be, but at this point, two months away and presumed dead, would they even recognize him? and once they found out what he had agreed to, would they even take him back? [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 24/04/2021 16:52 (4 Years ago) |
the shaliz'na quirked an eyebrow, his gaze very carefully scrutinizing the chiss without actually saying anything. silently, he took the words that the other male said and let it run off him like wind off of his feathers. curious that the chiss was so ... entranced by his art, fenrys flicked a quick glance to where he had originally drawn his carvings. the shaliz'na, not just him, placed a very high premium on their art, from paintings to dance to ceramics, even music and literature. there was always something one could specialize in, if one field didn't happen to stick. (it was quite unfortunate that he was really only good at painting and charcoal.) the winged sentient allowed his wings to relax slightly, although he still kept one sharp eye on the chiss. fenrys made no response, his aura somehow suspicious even though he tried to keep it steady and indifferent. he simply cocked his head, expectant yet not demanding, waiting patiently for an elucidation. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 23/04/2021 17:44 (4 Years ago) |
but what could he say? he'd been left for dead, and he'd been absent for two whole months. how he had spanned that time without breaking and spouting out every piece of rebellion intel in his memory had been a simple ... memory of hope. rebellions are built on hope. the hope for a better tomorrow, no matter how bad today was. it felt so distant now, those principles. he'd been abandoned here with nary a goodbye, and he was aware that his time here was numbered, and rapidly decreasing. either he would crack or he would be executed when the empire simply had enough of him. fenrys now felt even more uncomfortable than when he was awaiting the response. what he said could very well determine what happened next, good or bad, to the chiss and himself. and surprisingly, the winged sentient was in no hurry to damn the chiss to hell. maybe it was his old ideologies. subconsciously, he checked the cell for anyone else listening in on this interrogation, (funny how even he didn't trust the chiss enough to leave him alone) before he considered how he was going to respond. he had never seen - or heard - such a vulnerable response from anyone, least of all an imperial. the words weren't treasonous but they did smack of a weaker faith in the empire than most. you'd assume most would be blindly in thrall, but no. there were some that were intelligent enough to think about what they did. this was one of them. fenrys's voice felt surprisingly hoarse when he answered, "you're right, partially. the reason the rebellion formed at all is because the empire was corrupt since day one-" his words were treasonous, but unlike the chiss, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. he was a rebel after all. "we come from systems who see the empire as, a well, a bane. something that has stifled our liberties and taken away who we are in the name of security," fenrys's voice strengthened as he faced the chiss, "so, i think the only thing that separates our beliefs is that you want an empire that is justified, but us in the rebellion - and in numerous other systems and planets - do not want it at all. it's hurt all of us too much for us to ignore it anymore." he sighed, his passionate rant over. "this factory is a perfect example. if you're looking to stop corruption, you're a lot too late." now he'd really done it, digging his own grave here. either he'd found a glimmer of redemption in the chiss, or he was really really about to die. moon-fleshed wings tucking close to his sides, fenrys watched the chiss, awaiting the consequences. xxxxx- this is very thin ice. i don't think i've seen anthony ever be this open with anyone. nor thrawn. xxxxx- not the response saran was expecting. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 23/04/2021 14:37 (4 Years ago) |
the tension in the cell was becoming too uncomfortable for his tastes, and he drummed his talon-like fingernails on the bench as he thought about the way to answer. his keen eyes didn't miss the scowl, and that only made saran more uneasy. why did the chiss want this information this badly? political reasons, perhaps? he thought, the bitter thought chasing him around. or moral grounds. maybe if he got a bit more insight as to why the chiss was so hyper-focused. he had come into this expecting to be asked questions about the rebellion. not...one singular mission. "i meant the latter." saran said, his brow still furrowed. was it wise to ask the question? less and less of this was making sense to him, and the chiss - and if he was to make any headway here, he needed to know why this was becoming so much of an issue. steeling himself for any possible consequences, he took a deep breath, exhaled and finally spoke. "not meaning to sound disrespectful - but why does this matter so much to you that we've been on this topic for two days straight? and how come you -" he flailed for words for a minute, mouth dry, voice unsteady for the first time since meeting the chiss, and heart pounding, "you d-didn't know about these...dealings before?" the words were out. the shaliz'na braced his talons on the bench, wings extending warily as if he expected the chiss to leap at him. which, of course, he did. xxxxx- a very straightforward way to ask a long overdue question i believe. xxxxx- saran is so very very nervous. star wars gods, please be kind to my boy. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 22/04/2021 20:55 (4 Years ago) |
What is your favorite food? (If food is a concept you all are familier with.) If not, what are some of your hobbies? What do you spend your day (or equivalent measure of time doing) - a day is a time from waking to going to sleep. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 21/04/2021 22:08 (4 Years ago) |
"i'm afraid that i cannot recount any related to this particular incident, if that is what you're going for." saran replied firmly. the shaliz'na watched the slightest movement carefully, trying to figure out what the chiss wanted. rebellion intel or a bigger lead on the factory? the rebellion wouldn't be doing such a harsh display of power so soon after this one. the shaliz'na thought bitterly that he had been so out-of-the-loop lately. it had been two months since he'd first landed in prison, and he hadn't heard a word about anyone coming to rescue him. the shaliz'na refused to believe it was his destiny to rot away in a cell until his mind broke, but it was starting to seem like it. xxxxx- i want to apologize, this is so very short xxxxx- just realized; we're at 20 posts already! [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 21/04/2021 16:30 (4 Years ago) |
he thought back to the briefing. quite frankly, something wasn't adding up, but he couldn't figure out what it was. they'd first gotten their intel from an imperial defector - a former factory worker or imperial pilot that had apparently decided that the principles of the empire weren't for him and gone rogue. the information was aplenty for sure. they'd gotten information on each regular meeting, as well as the timetables of these shifts. the whole purpose of their factory infiltration was to find out what exactly the pykes wanted from the empire. it was pretty much common knowledge in the resistance by this point that the pykes had a strong spice factory- and a spice monopoly. saran didn't know at the time what spice was, but he was able to figure out that it was something that he should be staying away from. it was basically similar to alcohol, but much, much worse. yes, the shaliz'na were overly addicted to alcohol, that much was true, but alcohol didn't hurt you in small amounts. saran had heard that the smallest amount of spice on the other hand did a lot of damage. and force knows what the pykes would do with it. trying to distract himself, saran sat up, shaking out his wings before preening both of them. the cold air inside the cell gave him goosebumps as he delicately preened each part of the wing. his claws were gentle and dexterous, adjusting the feathers into the usual positions. however, his preening was cut short when he heard footsteps in the distance approaching his cell. saran visibly groaned, raking his hand through his messy ebony locks. they'd grown out a bit since his imprisonment, and he made a mental note to cut them the moment he escaped. that is, if he ever did. he self-consciously tucked his both wings behind him, allowing the bench to take its weight while he examined his claws. he was still absorbed in this when the door slid open to admit the grand admiral. saran's insides churned slightly with discomfort when the chiss spoke: "that depends on what questions you ask." ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 594 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 21/04/2021 13:00 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 19:55 (4 Years ago) |
the imperial in front of him was about as sympathetic as a starving nexu. which was to say, not sympathetic at all. his cold scarlet eyes, which had somehow grown even more vivid and intense since the last time, glittered like rubies - yet they were colder than the planet of hoth. yes he had definitely been right when he'd mentioned that the chiss was predatory. it was like coming face to face with a stalking corellian sand panther. and speaking of the devil, saran felt his feathers ruffling again, a tremor running down his cinnamon speckling. pardon, shivering was a better description, it happened a lot when he was nervous or antsy - when he saw the officer closing the distance between them. mind you, they were about the same height, but the shaliz'na was sitting down, and therefore shorter. he gave the chiss a sour look, golden raptor optics staring into scarlet ones. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 238 words notes: for koiboi xxxxx- anthony is a jerk. xxxxx- oh well i guess being knocked unconscious had its benefits. xxxxx- maybe an officer (konstantine or someone else) went behind anthony's back? [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 17:38 (4 Years ago) |
when saran thought that this conversation was going to be turning unpleasant real fast, he was quite right. the chiss stood tall against saran's barbed words, despite stumbling back into the wall from the gust. the shaliz'na didn't want to believe that the officer was lying, but he did have a good point. you can't really lie to someone you don't know. a rush of unease stabbed him like a thorn when he again - remembered his position. captured, and at this man's mercy. not that the chiss had raised a hand against him yet. he found it a bit surprising that the chiss was actually bracing himself, as if beating his wings could be considered highly unpleasant. he frowned right back at the chiss's glare, anger still simmering in a different place. saran shifted his position, fidgeting, gaze still sour as he pondered what the chiss was saying. however, what the chiss said hit him in a significantly different way. his eyes became distant, as if his consciousness had been pulled to a different place. nausea clamped tightly onto his stomach and wormed up his neck. in fact, it wouldn't have been surprising if he'd gone slack, or stiff. light as a feather stiff as a board. the stagnant air of the cell soon morphed into ... flames and smoke-choked air that stabbed at his lungs. the cold dark grey floor turned into that platform floor. the air was screaming with bombers, and soldiers, rebellion and imperial alike, the wounded, the fighting and the deceased. the imperials had gotten wind of saran's mission, somehow, and decided to send stormtroopers to get rid of him. fine. stormtroopers he could handle. but then, alliance fighters and more ties got involved, and things went south. fast. ash, soot and grime stained the floor. the events thus transpired that had landed him in a imperial cell only happened a month ago; his induction was fairly recent. but he could remember it keenly. the way that fear, alarm, and adrenaline nearly overrode his common sense, leaving him blasting at anything that resembled stormtrooper armor. pyke or imperial, it didn't matter. if it shot at him, he shot back. the flames grew to monstrous proportions, but his terror didn't last long, ruefully. the rebellion bombers came to reinforce the ones the x-wings that were shot down, and without intending to, stray blasts hit the platform. explosions blossomed like orange flowers. half-crazed with delirium and knocked out by the concussive force and the smoke, the last thing the shaliz'na remembered was seeing the platform consumed by flames, and that one lone x-wing, convor three, escaping the ruins into the sky. cynically, saran wondered if his capture was punishment for his failure. not that the rebellion had a lot of that. he'd managed to use his droid, R1 to get a signal out. he'd only gotten half-way through his recital of what he saw before things went to hell. (literally in his opinion.) drawing himself back to the present, the winged avian shook himself out, his eyes recovering some semblance of consciousness. what was that? he hadn't cracked like that...since, well, ever. he took a deep breath to answer, "i'm not exactly sure of the motives of the bombing, so i guess i don't have much else to say on the subject." his voice was much steadier than he was feeling right now, and the room was spinning. don't go back. he pulled his wings closer to himself, as if sensing a threat before turning away, fixing his shaken glance upon a life-like sketch of flora from his world. that wasn't supposed to happen. nothing was going the way he thought it would. the metal of the bench groaned in agony as his talons dug into slab beneath him, leaving visible dents. which, of course, was very very bad. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 643 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 12:51 (4 Years ago) |
the moment that the shaliz'na noticed that the chiss's grip tightened on the datapad, he knew he'd definitely hit a nerve. a sensitive one too. it takes one to know one - and since his people placed such a high premium on art, even the the slightest of nuances was a glaring error. that's why you had to watch yourself in an interrogation. the signs of panic were a little too obvious in this case, unfortunately, and saran found himself both infuriated and disappointed in equal measure when he caught the chiss lying. his eyes became harder than flint, wings rustling uncomfortably. there wasn't...concrete proof, more like a very easy estimation or inference of what was going on. the explosions from his squadron, convor squadron, had pretty much made sure of that. they'd left the factory in smoking ruin even before they landed for a ground assault. so, if someone wanted to make the argument that there was no proof of these hidden dealings, go ahead. it was partially valid. but not when talking to saran. he had intel, and better than that, proof of this. if only it could have been delivered - the data-pad must have fallen into imperial hands again, confiscated upon the destruction of convor two's ship. it would be destroyed, no doubt, if it hadn't been already. for a moment their positions were reversed; himself the captor and this chiss the captured. he tried to blink away the illusion, the delusion of power. it would be wrong for him to savor it. but power wants a vacuum, and hot anger seared through him, his wings opening as much as possible, arching up on his shoulders. to lie is to admit your cowardice. the voice of his father echoed through his head, his voice as strong as his words. the shaliz'na stifled a laugh as he imagined what his father might have said to that. 'it seems the empire is being consistently undermined by its people's ability to cause problems.' the winged avian sneered to himself. fully aware that he lacked the words currently to fully convey his scorn, (and leave him intact with the consequences) the winged sentient conveyed it in a different way. namely, wings came pretty damn close to knocking his interrogator over when they beat hard against stagnant air. twice. loud whooshing sounds hissed threateningly through the air, but remarkably the two remained grounded. even in the small space, saran's wings were a sight to behold in size alone. saran had known, but truly underestimated, how deep the corrupt roots of the empire reached, like leeches burrowed deep in the soil. "i don't see how you're denying it when the evidence is right in front of you." saran said in a clipped tone, his voice flinty and with a distinct bite, "do you really think you can lie your way out of this?" he was teetering precariously on this new foothold that he'd made for himself. he'd probably already screwed himself up. saran knew better than to think this concern was on moral grounds. the empire was so hated because it used the galaxy for its own aggrandizement. maybe he'd have to wait for further questions to see. the empire has done terrible things to stay in power, but their money never ran out. now, saran knew why. in war there are sacrifices. a short huff and saran settled down, tucking his wings back against himself as he sat down for the next question, quiet and stoic once more. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 673 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 20/04/2021 02:34 (4 Years ago) |
finally, it seemed that things were getting serious. without doing much change to his posture to indicate his change of mood, fenrys allowed his eyes - sharper than those of a normal humans and dully honed by years of studying an artistic background. no more beating around the bush, the male took a few deep breaths to hone his thinking. the type of questions being asked now meant that the slightest slip up of information could be catastrophic. the fact that he was a rebel was easy enough to put together when you filled in the blanks, but this...this wasn't as obvious. he fixated calm eyes on the chiss, making sure to watch every fiber of his being. enough beating around the bush. a question for a question. "because of the empire's transactions with the pikes. how do you want to explain promoting a galaxy of peace and order when you have to deal with criminals to make ends meet?" fenrys asked, his voice bitter and filled with scorn. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 494 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 17:45 (4 Years ago) |
the prisoner was split between trying to figure out the pattern or meaning behind the questions, and keeping an eye on the strange captor. why was his name necessary? and what was the next question going to be; where he came from? he wouldn't be surprised if that was it, in fact. one of the tips that the older resistance members had mentioned to him in passing when dealing with interrogation was to somehow predict what the questions were going to be. it made dealing with them a lot easier, and it would help to keep one step ahead of the captors. his wings subconsciously dropped to his sides, despite the fact that the alien's vivid scarlet gaze made his insides churn when it passed over him - and then the carvings on the wall. fenrys wasn't sure what this alien's fascination with art was — had he never seen a damn painting in his life — but if it was coming from an imperial, it usually didn't mean anything good for him. his little smile, which disappeared in a flash, only confirmed this. the shaliz'na better watch what he was painting. "fenrys." the male said carefully, taking the opportunity to carefully stretch his wings in the confined space given to him. the cell was rather small, and he sadly didn't have the space to extend all glorious twenty-five feet of his wingspan. but considering he had been curled up in a ball all this time, stretching even a little bit felt like a relief. even if it tickled. it would be a while before he was in the skies again, fenrys thought bitterly. provided he found some way to get out of this place. he eyed the male carefully, trying to see if he could piece any sort of identity together. big news didn't usually make its way into the pilot's quarters, so he wouldn't be surprised if he carried his ignorance of this man's identity to his grave. for now, he'd keep his mouth shut and his eyes open. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 338 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 13:35 (4 Years ago) |
the avian humanoid easily quirked an eyebrow upwards upon hearing the first question. that couldn't be the first question. are. you. a. rebel? seriously, it took little to no brains to put that one down. either the chiss was making something up - or the imperials were truthfully being that dumb. perhaps they fancied this one as an icebreaker, a way to break the uncomfortable silence between captor and captured. with which it was doing a terrible job. the chiss seemed as if he would rather be somewhere else entirely - a mutual sentiment. he didn't have the arrogant air of most of the imperials. guess he was just winging it on the spot. sheepishly, fenrys drew his gaze away before his staring became odd and he focused his gaze on a carving on the right wall, the dark hue an indication that it had been among the first he drew. it was old now - and since the blood crusted, he could easily sweep it off the wall. it seemed that the conversation would be moving away from art, since fenrys watched the mysterious alien give it one last look, very nearly reluctant in nature, before focusing all his attention on him. he sighed quietly, though the shaliz'na was very nearly amused by the chiss's reaction to the questions, almost sniggering to himself. he resisted the urge because it wouldn't do for him to laugh. he was so awkward that the shaliz'na almost felt bad for him. and with these feelings rose the sudden impulse to tease the blue-skinned male to ribbons and see his reaction. his lips tugged upwards with sudden mischief, but just as quickly his eyes lost their interest and became distant. "that question is a poor excuse for an icebreaker." the shaliz'na tutted softly, his scorn and distaste made evident in his low voice. but he wasn't without a tug of mirth in his voice. how was he supposed to put this. yes, he was a rebel. yes he sympathized with the rebellion. unable to come up with a suitable answer that bounced around the truth enough, he merely blinked twice, giving the chiss a suggestive glance. what do you think. if that wasn't good enough, then this chiss seriously had zero clue what to do. which of course, would add onto the tension. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 386 words [Read more] |