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Bite, clamp, hold! Ophaile hadn’t realized just how she needed to work on her self-mastery, because the words attempting to force their way up just would not be denied. But they had to be, because it would be folly to express her every thought. She had to physically clamp her mouth shut as not to let them escape. Now. Slowly, cautiously, formulate a reply. Don’t let the words just pop out. Think.
Stag, I was not talking about trust at all, but about usefulness; were you even listening? And will you please call off your kitty?!? No. Those most certainly would not do. With an effort, she bit back the words once again, saying instead,
“No indeed sir, I most certainly was not trying to imply that you were making a hasty decision in trusting me. I supposed I am just too eager to serve and let my mouth run away from me.”
She focused her deep brown eyes on his in her most winsome manner, hanging her head as though abashed at her previous words, though of course she wasn’t. She never regretted what she said, but at least knew how to pretend she did.
“Trust is earned,” she added, “and I will be sure do my utmost to gain yours.”
She brushed the lion’s mane with her muzzle, hoping to earn some points with the beast. She knew that such feral creatures could smell her fear, and was determined that he not sense hers for weakness was vulnerability and vulnerability all the more reason to attack. She did glare at him as a barbed tongue flicked out and licked his chops.
“Don’t even consider it,” she muttered as an aside to the creature that seemed intent in knocking her over.

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" He continued to look at her, almost expressionlessly, though there was a hint of anger. She took a step back, not physically, but with her words. Immediately rethinking what she had said and trying to patch up what ever she had torn apart. She hung her head, appearing some what genuine in her sort-of apology. He was cautious now though, not sure what he should trust, whether it be her words or body language. He nodded once, yes trust was earned. And her trust points were quite low at the moment. Though, he would give her the chance to earn some, he supposed. She seemed particularly annoyed with Vondur though, and when she glared at the creature, he couldn't prevent the twitch of a smile on his face. Though, it wasn't a particularly good smile, slightly amused, perhaps, but more of wicked origins. Vondur narrowed his eyes at the mare, turning to look her in the eye before growling loudly and quickly swatting at her, large claws nicking her just enough to draw blood before walking away. He turned, sat next to Ramaskith and lifted a lightly bloodied paw to lick away the blood, all while watching the mare with hungry eyes. "You will be given a chance to prove your worth, and whether or not I should trust you. Be sure to not waste this chance. I will not be so forgiving again." Ramaskith walked up beside her, "Do not disappoint me, Ophaile." His eyes narrowed before he turned and continued walking, expecting her to follow. Vondur trailed behind him, pausing to give the mare a toothy grin, almost laughing at her, before bounding forward to walk beside Ramaskith. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 283 . Notes - tehe. :B . Muse - decent . Tags - ophaile

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Ophaile caught the wicked glimmer in the cat’s eyes right before he swiped her, catching her shoulder with cruel claws. He was gone before she could react, casting her what she would have sworn was a smirk as he sat down smugly. Her eyes widened and she screeched, not so much a cry of pain but of rage. She stiffened, her whole body trembling in anger. How she just wanted to launch herself at that impudent beast, to feel it give way beneath her pummeling hooves, not matter the cost to herself. Of course, she would lose Rama’s good graces, but for a moment she almost felt it was worth it. As it was, her ears pinned and her teeth clanked together, a hiss of rage escaping from her lips.
After Rama spoke, she breathed a sigh of relief. Not busted yet. She hurried to catch up with him, being sure to trot a little behind him as not to appear presumptuous, but allowing him to feel her breath on his skin.
She eyed the lion suspiciously, nursing the claw mark on her shoulder as she did. How she wanted to settle scores with it. She wondered if it could understand speech, almost hoping that it did.
“What’s his name?” she asked carefully, nodding to the lion pacing beside Rama. The brute.

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" "My name is Vondur," the lion growled, stopping and turning to look at the mare disdainfully. His voice was deep and rough, as if it wasn't used often. And it wasn't. He didn't like to speak when he could use actions to get his point across. He had spent years in Rama's head, yelling at him, telling him to do things, and now he could move on his own and make his own decisions. Words meant nothing. It was the actions that the words invoked, the actions that words may betray. It was much more fun to do the unexpected, instead of speaking and giving away what you were doing! Though, Ramaskith talked a lot, he did so to make his intentions clear..usually. Or to lead someone into thinking something differently. Vondur didn't find the need to speak. And, Ramaskith approved of it. They were both tired of listening to him. Though, he couldn't help but speak aloud when the mare seemed to think he was incompetent, not anything but a mere beast to sit at Rama's side. He was anything but. He was not under the control of Ramaskith, he did as he pleased. Usually, both he and the equine thought the same things, so it wasn't too much trouble to do as he asked; they were one in each other, after all. But he wasn't going to let this mare speak about him as if a stupid, brainless animal. Not at all. Ramaskith smirked, continuing to walk forward. They were amusing, entertainment in a world full of sad faces. He glanced behind him breifly, seeing Vondur roll his large shoulders as he moved forward again, glaring at Ophaile. He flicked his tail to the side, hissing at the chocolate mare and trotting back up alongside him. "I don't suppose he likes you very much," Ramaskith commented, a small smile remained on his face. "I do hope, for your sake, that you don't give me a reason to feel mutually." ==Author's Comments . Word Count 343 . Notes - vondur is fun. :B . Muse - decent . Tags - ophaile

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She stared at the lion in surprise, a double-take washing over her. It could talk? Great, just great. The last thing she needed was a talking feline bully. Of course, she didn’t doubt that she could out talk him any day, but with Rama around, she would have to watch her words. Maybe one day when he wasn’t around she could put that cat in his place.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Vondur,” Ophaile managed to force out.
Of course she was anything but pleased to make his acquaintance, but it would serve her better if she was civil to this Vondur. She found herself wondering how one acquired a daemon, because she could most certainly use one. A big, fierce one, preferably. What animal would be best for taking down a lion? She knew that hyenas were natural enemies of the lion, but she doubted just one could manage such a brute by itself. A pity.
She turned her attention to the stallion, noticing his amusement. She considered being annoyed by it, but decided that it was better to have him amused rather than angry with her.
“I don’t suppose so either,” she replied. “I’ll just have to do my best to remain in both your good graces, because being enemies with a lion can be…detrimental to one’s health, not to mention being on the wrong side of the spearhead of the invading forces. Yes indeed.”
She couldn’t resist a peevish flick of her ear at the taunting tail, so thin with that ridiculous clump of hair at his tip waving arrogantly in the air.

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Vondur smirked at the mare's obvious surprise, and the greeting she forced out. He bounced forward, not saying anything else. Ramaskith only nodded to her reply. She was stating the obvious. Who would want to be on the wrong side of a war? Only those who didn't know which side was which, and stuck to petty morals and thought him the bad guy. Bah. They would pay for it later though, in blood painted on the ground and slavery. They did not deserve to be forgiven so easily for their sins, their betrayals; no matter how desperately they begged. He was not soft, not in appearance, not in words, not to others. He never had been. He hardened the others around them to see thw world as it truly was, and he taught them how to survive. If you were on his side, you had nothing to worry about. People say things about him, but they did not know. Some claimed he was crazy, insane, for trying to take over and rule the land. He laughed at them. It is what was promised to him years ago! He was meant to rule, he was born into it. They were foolish to think anything different. And those that followed him would be rewarded greatly for their services and loyalty, as they should. The others would be punished severly, because that is what they deserve. The others blame him for what is happening, to what is becoming of so many; but they are the only ones that can determine their own fate. And so many have chosen wrong. That wasn't his fault. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 273 . Notes - mreh. rambling, really. i didn't know what to put. /: . Muse - bleh . Tags - ophaile

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Ophaile cast a sideways glance at the taciturn stallion, wondering if he’d be annoyed with her if she said anything else. Last time she had allowed her wordiness get away with her, the results had not been good. Still, this silence was so unnerving. Rama marched along, looking as forbidding as always and beside was his ever-present pet lion. Nasty lion. She doubted attempting to strike up a conversation with the lion would bear any positive fruit, not that she wanted to anyway. There were a lot of things she wanted to do with the lion, but talking to it was not one of them. Aha! A tiger. It had finally occurred to her that the one animal that could hope to beat a lion in combat was the tiger. Not quite the animal her new master had pictured for her, but she definitely would not object to such a handy daemon.
Time passed, slowly, ever so slowly, until Ophaile could bear it no longer. Though she wondered privately if discussing Vondur was a bad idea, she truly was curious.
“I’ve heard that one must first obtain a patronus before a daemon. Is that true? How would one go about…the process?”

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[bg=#120700][atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellpadding,0,false][atrb=cellspacing,0,false][atrb=width,450,true][th] text "speech" thoughts "other characters' speech" Ramaskith noticed Ophaile's interest in his daemon, and only smirked lightly when she questioned him about his own. He nodded once, "Yes. A patronus is the beginning of a daemon, though some may not have the ability to transform to a tangible being. A patronus is the first step of splitting a part of your soul into another conscious thing." He glanced over at her, and seeing her genuinely interested expression, continued. "You see, a patronus is like a ghost. Floating beside you, or elsewhere, speaking to you in your mind, and often unseen by those that do not possess the same advantage. A patronus can aid in a fight against a creature who also has a patronus, though the erethral being cannot harm anything living. They can make it seem as if they are hurting you, but they will actually just fall through anything solid." He paused for a moment, letting the knowledge sink in before continuing. "A daemon is the patronus, but in a living form. It can now be seem by everyone, felt by everyone, attack anyone. Really quite handy, yes? Though, there are limitations as to how far one may travel from the source body; ourselves in this instance. Those limitations were not present in the ghostly form, but they are not too hindering either." He glanced down at Vondur as the feline growled. He did not like the limitations, but he endured them. He was also constantly testing the distance by which he could travel away, convinced that perhaps it would lengthen the more strain he put on it, or even break eventually. Ramaskith just laughed at him. "To obtain the patronus, you much first find the essence that makes it possible to split your soul apart. A very rare thing indeed." He nodded again, once, continuing forward, their walk not interruped by the conversation. ==Author's Comments . Word Count 311 . Notes - blah. . Muse - decent . Tags - ophalie

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Ophaile listened to him speak, eyes wide. She noted with interest, the quick flick of his eyes in her direction before continuing. Perhaps even Ramaskith has his vulnerabilities, she thought to herself. He seemed as though he needed reassurance that she really did care about what he was saying. She wondered what his past had been like. Maybe he had just been another of the foals whom had been victimized by life, and now he was lashing back.
Once he had finished, she nodded raptly, for she was truly interested in what he had to say. Always the witty one, Ophaile gave a little laugh. “A part of your soul, hmm? I do hope that Vondur is perhaps… an embodiment of your more quirky side, as it is positively frightening to envision you rubbing along my legs.”
She gave him a flash of a smile, to let him know that she was joking with him, flipping her flaxen mane and allowing it to brush his muscular neck.
“But in all honesty,” she said, following up her jocular statement with something more sincere, just in case Rama’s sense of humor was lacking, “I truly am fascinated by your explanation. It captivates me that there is a whole different realm, a whole different level of consciousness. Perhaps there is a whole world of the ethereal , a macrocosm just like ours and patronuses are the links between the two different dimensions. Perhaps someday I can begin the quest for the essence that will achieve the split of my own soul.”
She cocked her head to one side, scrutinizing the lion with renewed interest. She hoped there was more to that pesky feline than first met the eye, because she was not impressed with him so far.