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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 16:26:46 GMT -5
Nah stands and brushes him fingers through Jaryn's hair, "Down hall. Givers meet. Go. Mingle." And then he slips off with a pleasant smile plastered to his face.
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Bracken watches Xan sleep, worried, but, for now, things seem to be calm.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 17:29:14 GMT -5
"Right," I said, feeling calmer now that I'd put food into me. I stood from the table and went to go mingle.
Time passed and I served the lunch crowd, turning a deaf ear to the fights as I was pleasant, acting as barmaid and waitress and eye candy, all in one. Finally work was over - I thought of it as a job, why not? - and I could meet Nah again at the predetermined place.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 17:57:47 GMT -5
When Jaryn walks into the private room Nah is setting about eight earrings down into a metal saucer. Next the man is taking out the clips and pins in his hair causing it to come down to hang over his eyes before he pushes it back shakes it out letting it fall to just above his shoulders. He places the clips and pins in the saucer before working on the clips on his clothes. Once the fabric he's using to cover his shoulders and torso he places it and the clips down onto the table the saucer is on. He exhales and stands just in his loose pants. Turning he sees Jaryn and nods, the usual sunshine behind his every movement gone as he stretches. "Jaryn held up?" His tone is concerned, but he doesn't push as he waits for the other to decide on how he's going to get ready for today's lesson.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 18:23:41 GMT -5
"The fight ran into overtime," I said, closing the door. I watched him carefully remove earrings, clips, and pins, all decorations from his job 'entertaining' during lunch time. "And then some drunk guy got a little handsy with me... it wasn't a big deal, I didn't cause any problems. Someone put a stop to it... I think it was a friend of his, I'm not too sure. Still, it held me up a bit."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 18:33:46 GMT -5
Nah smiles, "Yes. Nah understand." When he's done stretching he sighs. "Jaryn know fight, yes, no? Nah want Jaryn attack Nah. Nah get aggression out. Jaryn get anger out. Then Nah teach more."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 19:56:14 GMT -5
Part of me wanted badly to take Nah up on his offer, to punhand kick and scratch and bite and claw and rip and tear and...
I hadn't realized the anger, the aggression, was quite this bad. It was as though there were something in me that had been unleashed.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the boy.
"Nah... I can't. You've done so much to help me, I don't want to hurt you."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 20:37:02 GMT -5
Nah sighs and shakes his head, "Let go." He nods to himself. "Nah won't hurt bad, Nah promise." The bearer raises his head in a defiant way.
"Jaryn want learn? Jaryn let go."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 22:32:47 GMT -5
I trusted Nah. And I knew I needed to get out this aggression in me before it made me do something stupid. "Alright. If you're sure."
I took a deep breath - then, letting my anger go, I yelled, a strange yell that didn't sound entirely human, and threw a punch as hard as I could at Nah, because I couldn't reach the person who had hurt Xandyr.
I felt something shift inside me, as though I weren't quite solid anymore, but nothing happened other than that. I wondered what it was, but I couldn't say for sure.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 22:45:01 GMT -5
Nah didn't flinch when Jaryn yelled. His eyes narrow as she punch is thrown. The bearer dodges to the left at the last moment, grabbing the blond's arm and swinging. Letting go only after he he throw Jaryn with his full strength and let the other's momentum move them as well. Nah gives a lazy smile as he waits for the next attack.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 22:48:43 GMT -5
I found myself being flung through the air, and then righted myself, suddenly feeling a blinding fury even as respect for Nah filtered in through my angry, agitated brain. I charged again, blinded by fury, sweeping a kick at the grinning, taunting man.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 23, 2015 22:58:12 GMT -5
Nah had jumped up as to go over the other and brought his hands down on Jaryn's shoulders, pushing down to propel himself up and over, to aid in flipping over him. Being flexible and agile does help in things like this, the bearer dances away after that. "Jaryn poor fighter. Nah dance circles."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 23, 2015 23:16:58 GMT -5
I felt myself starting to tire, but the way he danced circles around me, in his words, left me wanting to attack more. I porpelled myself off the ground into a leap I didn't know I was capable of, attampting to land on Nah, pin him down, stop him from moving, anything. I could imagine claws extending from my fingers, the leap reminding me of one a fighter had made in the arena today, but of course, I was human, so I didn't have claws. But it was an incredible jump.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 0:33:00 GMT -5
The bearer felt his confidence waiver as he suddenly is slammed down. Nah freezes, his heart stopping and he relaxes, becomes meek immediately. He shifts his gaze as he awaits the lashing he's expecting.
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Xandyr shifts in his sleep. A burning is coursing through him again and he can hear growls near by. Opening an eye he looks over see an agitated Bracken. Stretching he shakes out his head, "What's wrong?" The tiger shoots a dirty look at Xan, but sighs.
"Don't worry. I'm just a little annoyed by what happened earlier... Are you okay?"
Xan yawns and stretches more, digging his claws into the ground as if he's much more comfortable in his new form, well, natural form. "I'm fine. A little angry. But fine."
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 0:57:31 GMT -5
That meek, helpless gaze, the look that expected to be hurt, banished all aggression I had for the other male, mid-punch. Suddenly I just felt tired, drained... too drained to notice that I hadn't been moving to punch him, but rake him with fingernails that weren't nearly sharp enough to do any real damage. Were they?
I glanced - no, no they weren't. I let Nah go, standing up, feeling anger and energy drain away.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I don't.... I guess I just needed to..."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 3:27:37 GMT -5
Nah stands slowly as he hears Jaryn speak, his gaze never once leaving the others. Its not as confident as it usually is, but his heart has started again so that's a good thing. The bearer nods and smiles, "Nah know. Nah understand. Nah want Jaryn know... Nah let Jaryn take Nah if Jaryn want Nah..." His voice has shifted into something soft and gentle, his words are meant to be a little harsh despite his soothing sounding voice. "Nah want Jaryn know... Jaryn anger is dangerous. Jaryn must know. Jaryn no fight. Jaryn no fight expect. Nah say no. Jaryn no fight. Nah say fight. Jaryn fight. Nah no want Jaryn hurt..." He sighs.
"Jaryn no fight. Jaryn meek. Jaryn relax," Nah nods slowly. "Jaryn no fight, Jaryn fine. Jaryn fight, Xan hurt. Xan hurt lots. Masters no like Nah, Jaryn fight. Masters like meek. Masters like slave. Nah slave. Jaryn no slave yet. Jaryn learn. Jaryn survive. Jaryn no have Xan hurt bad."
His gaze suddenly sharpens. "Jaryn must learn. No anger. Control. Control. Control. Give. Give. Give. Happy. Happy. Happy. Jaryn learn when anger good. Nah be proud. Nah no proud. Nah want proud... Jaryn... Jaryn need meek beauty." He then slips down to the floor again, on his knees. He places each hand on each leg and lets his gaze slip from Jaryn's. "Nah teach Jaryn now." His last sentence sounds a little strained and he bites his lip.
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Xandyr and Bracken have been pretty calm and quiet for the time being. Xan even had started playing with his tail and Bracken was purring in amusement. The lion didn't notice that something was wrong until sounds of chains being undone are heard. Looking over Xan sees three guards, each one attempting to hold onto the tiger, dragging a Bracken away. The elder cat is out cold and Xan spies another syringe.
The young lion gives a tiny, scared roar wishing he could help. But the guards just sneer at him as they drag the tiger's body away. Xan is confused and worried. This is the first time something like this has happened. And he honestly wants to know why. Instead though. He focuses on the fact he's tired now despite barely having just woke up. He yawns. But doesn't sleep. Instead he ponders on what could have made him so tired.
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