10-23-2018, 10:00 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
He placed the blame on Séamus. Rightly so, as far as he was concerned. For the most part at least. His twin could have, should have, utilized the Typhoon's raid on the Pitt to grab Keona and get out. Of course, Kian learned long ago to take his brother's promises with a grain of salt. He vowed to bring her home, he did not vow to do it when it made the most sense.
So, the faerie, fuming, lead a bloody endfield through the jungle. A small basket hung in his own jaws, gently rocking with each step, though he seemed to take great care in moving slowly just in case. Inside, the small, frailer form of Keona Sibéal ó Faoláin rested. Dead exhausted. Injured, though not covered in scarlet as Kian's twin.
From what he understood, they had made it out of the fortress in the dead of night, without much difficulty even, only to run into the daughter of a marauder, then for the marauder himself to show up. Kian supposed it was a lucky time for Keona's powers to begin developing, albeit uncontrollably. Evened the grounds. It did not, however, protect them from what came next.
Ambushed by a dragon. That, he knew, was the cause of Séamus' blood-covered fur and deep wounds, the shredded ear. They'd left Keona injured too and for that, the pirate raged. They'd nearly made it out with minimal injuries: Keona exhausted sure, but not hurt. For that, the culprit could not be forgiven. For that, Séamus bared much of the blame. If he'd just...
The twins did not speak through the trees. The tension between them could cut through steel like melted butter. The words had already been traded. Now only their thoughts kept them company through the silence as the sun began to light up the horizon. If not for Séamus' state, Kian would have teleported to the ship. Even so... Should he? Who needed help more? Keona obviously. She's just a child.
The faerie lashed his tail. No. Even when he wanted to strangle him, Kian did not want to leave his brother to fend for himself. He was getting him home too. Perhaps that was soft of him. The feline felt fairly certain his twin wouldn't do the same for him. Not without an alternative motivation. Yet he knew he couldn't bear if he lost either one of his brothers, much less the one who'd been born beside him. No.
So, Kian led his brother to Barracuda Bay in the morning light of dawn, wondering how the ocean could glisten so brightly when he felt like a brewing rainstorm. Very gently, he set the small basket at his paws, careful not to jostle the resting child within. "We need a medic!" Promptly. "Le do thoil."
// [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member], [member=265]Keona.[/member]
Séamus' injuries consist of deep gashes across his body, and his left ear is shredded up.
Keona has a few broken ribs.
Both are also severely exhausted due to travel and in Keona's case the over extensive use of powers.
He placed the blame on Séamus. Rightly so, as far as he was concerned. For the most part at least. His twin could have, should have, utilized the Typhoon's raid on the Pitt to grab Keona and get out. Of course, Kian learned long ago to take his brother's promises with a grain of salt. He vowed to bring her home, he did not vow to do it when it made the most sense.
So, the faerie, fuming, lead a bloody endfield through the jungle. A small basket hung in his own jaws, gently rocking with each step, though he seemed to take great care in moving slowly just in case. Inside, the small, frailer form of Keona Sibéal ó Faoláin rested. Dead exhausted. Injured, though not covered in scarlet as Kian's twin.
From what he understood, they had made it out of the fortress in the dead of night, without much difficulty even, only to run into the daughter of a marauder, then for the marauder himself to show up. Kian supposed it was a lucky time for Keona's powers to begin developing, albeit uncontrollably. Evened the grounds. It did not, however, protect them from what came next.
Ambushed by a dragon. That, he knew, was the cause of Séamus' blood-covered fur and deep wounds, the shredded ear. They'd left Keona injured too and for that, the pirate raged. They'd nearly made it out with minimal injuries: Keona exhausted sure, but not hurt. For that, the culprit could not be forgiven. For that, Séamus bared much of the blame. If he'd just...
The twins did not speak through the trees. The tension between them could cut through steel like melted butter. The words had already been traded. Now only their thoughts kept them company through the silence as the sun began to light up the horizon. If not for Séamus' state, Kian would have teleported to the ship. Even so... Should he? Who needed help more? Keona obviously. She's just a child.
The faerie lashed his tail. No. Even when he wanted to strangle him, Kian did not want to leave his brother to fend for himself. He was getting him home too. Perhaps that was soft of him. The feline felt fairly certain his twin wouldn't do the same for him. Not without an alternative motivation. Yet he knew he couldn't bear if he lost either one of his brothers, much less the one who'd been born beside him. No.
So, Kian led his brother to Barracuda Bay in the morning light of dawn, wondering how the ocean could glisten so brightly when he felt like a brewing rainstorm. Very gently, he set the small basket at his paws, careful not to jostle the resting child within. "We need a medic!" Promptly. "Le do thoil."
// [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member], [member=265]Keona.[/member]
Séamus' injuries consist of deep gashes across his body, and his left ear is shredded up.
Keona has a few broken ribs.
Both are also severely exhausted due to travel and in Keona's case the over extensive use of powers.
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