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Post by Chani {♥} on Oct 10, 2007 3:07:19 GMT -5
The young woman shook her head as a response, not wanting to say anything. She was embarassed that she had gotten into such a predicament and had total strangers have to save her. She realized then that they were also injured and felt even guiltier.
"No, I'm fine," Iliad replied. "Just a little more blood on the good ol' sword." He sheathed his weapon. "C'mon, lady." He waved an arm at the house. The girl frowned.
"My name is Eliza," she said, walking in front of him and opening the door.
"Women," muttered Iliad with a rolling of his eyes as he stepped toward the door. The healer and his wife both came bursting through it at that moment.
"What in Syrunn is going on out here?" the husband said. The couple looked flustered at the bodies.
"They saved me, Papa," Eliza said. "Some heartless men were..." She stopped, not wanting to say the rest. She ran into her mother's arms. "I was so scared, Mama!" Iliad watched her quietly. He wondered what it would have been like if he had had a mother's arms to run into everytime someone had called him a mutant, a disgrace to all intelligent beings of Syrunn, a misfit. Averting his attention, he looked at the bodies.
"You want us to bury them?" he asked the healer. Still astonished, his mouth agape, he nodded shakily.
"Th-thank... you," he stammered, not sure of what to say and not looking grateful as much as terrified. "Just... use the b-backy-yard..."
"Zi," the centaur addressed the Torph. "Put what you can't carry on my back. We'll bury this scum..."
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Post by valter on Oct 10, 2007 20:20:24 GMT -5
Zihan watched the scene and smiled softly, remembering scenes from his own childhood. Had he been slightly more astute, he would have caught the wistfulness in Iliad's face, but by the time Eliza's homecoming was over, the moment had passed. He perked up his ears when Iliad mentioned the burying the bodies, and his tail drooped gloomily; he hated this part.
"Zi? Who- oh, yeah, me..." Zihan said with a shaky laugh. The door to the healer's house shut, and he turned to look at the body he'd carved apart. His shoulders shook. "He broke two Gigantii laws. Is this how people are? Honorless... Cowardly." Zihan picked up half of the slain man's body; when the blood touched his cheek, he shuddered so violently that he almost dropped the corpse. "I... I don't like blood much." he finally admitted.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Oct 11, 2007 3:06:48 GMT -5
Iliad cocked an eyebrow. Zihan was an excellent fighter; the admitted paranoia of blood came as a shock. Nonetheless, he respected it. "I'll take care of the bodies, then," Iliad replied reassuringly.
"Yes, and you can come in and have some tea," the healer's wife said to Zihan. "I'll bake some fruitbread and apple pie." The healer went over to Zihan in his nightrobe and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on in, kid," he said. "You and your friend may stay as long as you like." Iliad went about picking up the shreds that were once a man. "You can come join us when you've finished. Thank you." Iliad nodded as the healer went inside followed by his wife. His daughter stood outside for a bit, staring at Iliad quizzically. She then looked at Zihan, just as confused about him, before turning to go into the house.
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Post by valter on Oct 17, 2007 21:02:27 GMT -5
(I should've probably mentioned this a long time ago, but Zihan's doesn't look like a kid, per se. He's actually pretty tall, about 6' 10", in fact. He still acts like a kid though. ^^)
"Fruitbread? Is that bread, or is it fruit?" Zihan asked quizzically, his good humor quickly returning, although he did feel very guilty about leaving Iliad out alone. I'll save him some fruity bread, whatever that is. Zihan thought. "And what's 'tee'? I thought that was a letter in the alphabet." Zihan added as he walked inside.
He noticed that the healer family, especially the matron, was giving him an incredulous look, and Zihan blushed, slightly embarassed. "I'm from out of town. Way out in Gigantii. We don't have tea, or breadyfruit, or even grass out there." Zihan explained, scratching the back of his head. "Oh yeah, and I'm a Torph by the way. I guess if you had to describe us in a few words, we'd be tiger people, hence the ears and furry tail."
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Post by Chani {♥} on Oct 18, 2007 5:59:01 GMT -5
ooc;; Really? Wow! I read his bio and everything. =\ I guess I just must've overlooked his physical traits, or somethin'...
bic;; "Tea is a drink," the healer replied, looking at Zihan oddly. "And fruitbread is bread... with fruit in it."
"A Torph?" Eliza repeated. "You and your friend are very strange, but I am glad to have you." She blushed a little and walked inside as her father guided her with his arm around her shoulders.
Iliad immediately went to work. He picked up the two bodies he had slaughtered and put them on his back singularly. It was a hard task, for he couldn't necessarily turn around completely. He wasn't that flexible. After had stacked them, he reached one arm behind him to hold them in place as he walked cautiously around the house.
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Post by valter on Nov 9, 2007 15:16:01 GMT -5
"Strange, huh?" Zihan said, rolling the words around his mouth. "Yeah, I guess I'm strange. Different, I'm sure." he said casually. He licked his hand and ran it over his bangs subconciously while he stood waiting, as an awkward silence permeated the room's atmosphere. "Um, I think I'm going to get cleaned up. I'll be right back." Zihan said, heading for the stairs.
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Post by Chani {♥} on Nov 10, 2007 15:56:48 GMT -5
Eliza watched Zihan go up the stairs and then set the tea on while her mother prepared her fruitbread and pie recipes for baking. "To be honest, I was a little skeptical about letting the centaur and his... weird friend... stay," the healer was saying as he took a seat. "But I'm very glad they did, dears. I guess not all they say about centaurs is true." He looked thoughtfully at the wall for a moment, and then turned to his daughter. She had just put the tea on and was preparing to get her apron so that she could help bake. "Eliza, would you mind going and telling the centaur that he can find a spade in the shed?" the healer asked. "No, Papa," Eliza replied timidly, nodding her head and leaving.
Iliad dumped the bodies in the back, his chest wound stiffening. It had cracked open while he was fighting and bled a little, but it had dried and was once again a detriment to his movement. He trotted back up to the front of the house and put the large man's bloody torso on his back. He collected the limbs in his arms and carefully walked back behind the house. He was dumping them when he heard a stick snap. He turned quickly in the direction of the noise, but it was only Eliza. He rubbed his chest; the quick motion had stung. "You are alert," Eliza complimented. "Or paranoid." Iliad frowned at her. "Listen, lady," he said, ignoring her as she again mentioned that her name was Eliza, "the world beyond your cozy little home isn't safe. I thought you would have realized that after tonight. What you'd call paranoia is my precaution." Eliza looked at him with an uncertain sadness in her face. It was sympathy, and Iliad hated that look even more than the ones of disgust. "There's a spade in the shed over there," she said quietly, turning and heading back for the house, hoping that Zihan was more conversational than his friend.
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