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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 17:37:06 GMT -5
Qhuinn's visit was going through his head as he headed upstairs from the TC to his mated rooms to get ready for patrol.
Tugging his tee off as he stepped into the walk in closet, paused as his fingers brushed over the white silk of his ceremonial garb worn last at his mating to Autumn.
His race was fighting a battle beyond the one with the slayers.
The loss of its traditions..It was many factors. From the chosens leaving the other side to the Scribe Virgin, the very mother of their race seeming to have disappeared.
Being a stern and disciplined warrior he knew a race must evolve or go the way of the mayans, the atlanteans...shit..the damn dinosaurs.
Hearing the door and then pleased to smell his shellan's sweet scent, he came out with holster, dagger sheathes and black shirt in hand.
"Hello leelan. I hoped to see you before I left."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 17:42:39 GMT -5
She smiled and walked over as he exited the closet holding his gear. "As did I, nallum." Slipping her arms round his neck, she lifted up to bury her nose in it, then kiss him softly. "And I shall be at Safe Place while you are out."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 17:48:06 GMT -5
He nodded as he focused on his gear with eyes down, brows low."Qhuinn came to see me today. He wants to mate Blay."
He stepped away to tug on his shirt and swing on his holster and blades.
"I am all for it. But it made me realize so many of our races traditions are fading into the in-between."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 18:03:48 GMT -5
Raising her brows, she looked down in thought, nodding as she went to sit on the edge of the mattress, folding her hands in her lap.
"Indeed. I am, all for it, as you say, as well." She looked up at him. "And since returning I, too, have long noticed traditions slowly falling into the past. Indeed, afore I ever stepped foot, good or bad, upon this side again, I observed it. It has been a gradual process." Frowning, she stood again and placed her small hand on his broad back, and tilted her head to look at his profile. "Does this worry, thee, love?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 18:23:57 GMT -5
He let out a slow sigh. Perhaps because the others were younger. Mayhaps because Wrath had never held to tradition..rebelled against it. The old ways and the land they were tied to were part of the races past.
But he longed for the faith the race once held. The belief that without the founding primal core that their race was built on...the race would become no different than the race they existed within.
Human.
He turned to face her. Such a beautiful blending of times long gone yet here and now, evolved and one with the present. Yet...as he brought a hand up to touch her very pure of race features, and loving how the old tongue flowed so beautifully with that of the new....he nodded.
"It does leelan."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 18:36:32 GMT -5
She reached her hands up to rest against his, side by side over his heart, after kissing it, as her face turned to his touch. "It does not worry me. So long as our warriors are brave and our king is wise. And his right-hand man is true," her eyes confident, and softening upon his.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 18:49:04 GMT -5
He smiled and then blew out a breath as he cupped her face and kissed her. "Perhaps your right. Maybe I'm just an old fuddy-duddy as Nalla would call me. But" he frowned again and brought her palm up to his lips. "Before long? The other side will be covered in dust. The scrolls of our own history will join that dust. Our prayers. Our rituals, gone."
He met her eyes. "That saddens me. It used to seem insignificant. But now Wrath rewrites rules for the best, true. But some things? Some things need to be kept sacred. Need to remain to remind us and our young, if we are blessed with young, of where this race was. How it used to live. And how proud it is to be of such a rich heritage. Some of it? Ridiculous and outdated, yes. But some of it? I miss. And I fear will always feel that way."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 19:01:37 GMT -5
She smiled and stroked his jaw lightly as she kissed him again. "My dearest love. If ever I should be so blessed as to bear you young, we shall carry on those old ways that remain sacred to us. We shall fill their minds with stories of the Old country, they shall grow fluent in the Old Language, and they shall see how far this race has come. They shall know the race's history, and be proud to be part of it. And they will carry it on to their own young, with their own stories of their sire."
She reached up to stroke his brow. "Be not sad, my love. We shall find our way."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 19:10:37 GMT -5
"I dream of it. Thirst and crave to have our young." Brought his hand to her belly and placed his forehead on hers. "To imagine our young safe inside your womb, placed there by my seed? What more could a bonded male want? A hellren's purest hope for the future."
He smiled. "But we cannot bear the flag of our past alone. For we too some day will be dust. What if there is no young to write our passing in the scrolls? If there are no scrolls? What if there is young lost as John was without a past?"
He searched the beautiful grey depths of her eyes and said softly. "It would be as if we never were. I don't want that. The story of Tohrment, Son of Hharm and Autumn, shellan to her hellren is worth being noted. By our young's hand if blessed, but nonetheless noted."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 19:34:35 GMT -5
She covered his hand with her own and closed her eyes for a moment as their foreheads met, then opened them again to meet his as he spoke.
"I could not agree more, mine hellren," smiling. "'Tis a story very dear to my heart. But how shall we note it, love?" Lifted her lips to brush his, smiling softly.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 19:36:13 GMT -5
"That is the part I do not know." Kissing her deeply as he brought both his hands up to cup her face, met her eyes and said softly. "Perhaps I will be able to think clearly with slayer blood on my hands and battle air in my lungs."
Smiled and winked.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 19:45:47 GMT -5
Sighed at his kiss and chuckled as she met his eyes once more, her fingers having threaded themselves behind his neck.
She stroked the back of his neck with her thumbs. "Then I suppose this is the part where I should release you to your patrol?" Smiling, nipped his jaw with her fangs before slowly unlinking her hands.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 20:10:07 GMT -5
His fangs popped as she nipped his jaw, his hands going down to grasp her hips and pull up against his own. He brought his head down to growl in her ear with a smile. "Considering what battle and blood do to your warrior hellren, there is a benefit for you when I return." Ground his hips against hers and captured her mouth in a claiming and demanding kiss.
Broke the kiss with by biting her lower lip. "But I must patrol for that benefit to be reaped." Looked down at her, his navy gaze darkening with desire. "However, my lovely shellan, you harvest that bounty well enough without. But your hellren is on rotation." He ran his fangs down her neck and bit without breaking skin. "Have you skirt my duties?"
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 20:18:57 GMT -5
She shuddered, and met his dark gaze with hers as her own fangs elongated. "Never, my hellren."
Nuzzling his neck, she kissed the pulse that beat there, against her lips. "My Phearsome warrior." Sighed and hugged him. "Go, and I shall meet you here upon your return." Cupped his face to kiss his lips again, and smiled.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 20:33:18 GMT -5
He did a slight bow, bringing her wrist to his lips to kiss. "This hellren shall bring thee honor and victory shellan mine." Looked up at her. "Be home soon."
Stood up and kissed her again and lingered before turning to go.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Jul 8, 2013 20:47:28 GMT -5
She sat on the bed again as he turned, watching him go, a smile lingering upon her lips. Breathing in deep, she thought a moment more of what had plagued his mind, and, she knew, still did, to a degree. She knew not what the future held, or how they would note their stories for the generations to come, whether those generations be of their own combined blood or not. But from him she had learned how to live. And how to hope. And hope she did, sighing and going to change for her own duties, at Safe Place. And that made her smile.
Yes, in their own way, each of them did what they could for their race. For at the end of the night, 'twas a race they still believed in.
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