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Through Fog, Fire, and Fall
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February 12th, 2008
August 31st, 2006
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| Very, very short little thing I wrote in about ten minutes. I'll add to it, and flesh it out when I'm more... awake? Inspired? Hm. A flashback to N'ka's youth! "We dare you!" "Yea, dare you!" The cheers and subsiquent repetition of the dare back up Nikadis as he faces the dark cavern. He tires to ignore the pit in his stomach and the growing lump in his throat. It was awful dark, and he was only eight... "If you don't do it, then you're not really brave!" one clever youngster squealed, hiding amongst his peers as Nikadis whirled upon him. "I am too brave!" Nikadis retorted, equally as clever in his responce. He puffed his chest up, and faced the gaping tunnel once again. The cheers continued, but the band of boys was beginning to get bored. One of the older ones snorted, and muttered something unheard by Nikadis. "If you're not going in, then hurry up and wuss out so we can go get lunch?" he said louder, looking grumpy. Nikadis squared his shoulders, and stuck out his chin. "I'm going!" he said in responce. There was no way he was going to back out now... no way was he going to retreat to the barracks, a coward. Oh no he wouldn't! And with that, Nikadis took a deep breath, swallowed down the nerves that threatened to send him into a panic, and marched himself down the darkened cooridor. When he came out three hours later, he was covered in dirt, but triumphant. Unfortunatly for him, no one had stuck around that long. With a dejected look, he hung his head and headed for the bathes. Once more he had proved his worth, and no one had noticed. Oh well. There'd no doubt be a second chance the next day.. and the day after, and the day after.... | |||||
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August 26th, 2006
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| I felt like writing something, so I sat down and wrote up N'ka's Impression. Or, to be more specific: A craptastic version of his Impression story. Blame the late hour, and RP distraction for this peice of work. *peers* I'll probably rewrite it at some point, cause I'm really not happy with it. It doesn't flow. It's disjointed, and my spelling is probably attrocious. But, here it is anyways... ( Nikadis Impresses ) | |||||
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August 21st, 2006
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| There is probably going to be a longer version of this floating around, but this is the LC rp, that caused lots of choking amongst the male's of the Weyr. Or, at least, the two that were unfortunate enough to be around for the conversation :) ( N'ka Sneaks Out... poor man ) | |||
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| Ooo... It's good to know who your family is, right? Well, no different for N'ka. His parents were not monogomous, so there's probablya dozen siblings of his running rampent through High Reaches' lower caverns. But I'll touch on the important ones. His father (who, ironically, is the most important yet unnamed family member). I'll name him someday, I'm sure. As well as his bronze. (conciquently, if any of you lovely people feel like playing him, hit me up with a +Mail in the game). A strong, bold, stereotypical 'dragonrider' man. He's a bronzerider, and darn proud of it. He's snotty, elitist, and definitely on the side of the Traditionalists. Blueriders? *snort* There's a reason they only attracted a /blue/, and not a bronze. He's a womanizer, and though keeps tabs of potential protiges, girls, and unImpressed boys that chose not to stand get little attention from him. His proudest moment was when (not his first, but his second) son went on to Impress a bronze. Unfortunatly, this meant a lot of pain and heartach for the unImpressed N'ka. And, it didn't let up after Sevath came along. He's been out of his brownrider son's life for a good three Turns now. T'kel The lucky, second son of the unnamed father, T'kel beat N'ka into the spotlight by being the first to Impress - and to a bronze at that! N'ka and him met briefly after N'ka failed to Impress, but the lofty, better-than-thou attitude inspired by their mutual father made N'ka both sullen, and put off. Not to mention T'kel got the dragon N'ka /should/ have Impressed. He's never really forgiven his brother for being a bronzerider, even if Sevath is N'ka's world. They rarely speak, and N'ka avoids T'kel's wing whenever possible. (His bronze has no name). Nevara Mutual mother, this time. Nevara came to N'ka's rescue when he was down and lonely. Two turns his junior, she was the little sister he'd always wanted, and never knew he had. She was cute (pretty, actually) and had a way with words that left him gasping for breath. If they hadn't been related, N'ka would have fallen head over heals for her. As it is, they became very close siblings, and it was him (not his father) who was there to cheer him on when he Impressed Sevath. N'ka has had tons of fun playing the protective older brother to her, and routinely chases off the men who come a'calling. There is a deep, unspoken bond between them, and even now, N'ka finds himself in need of her charming, matter of fact manner. She is, in some respects, his self esteem. I'm interested in having any of the three turned PC. If one of them catches your fancy, please +Mail me in the game (or, leave a comment if you don't yet play) so we can discuss their personality more deeply (most important in the case of Nevara). | |||||
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| N'ka's Soundtrack (in the works) Lyrics are commented. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Greenday (lyrics a few posts down) Away From the Sun - Three Doors Down Someday - Nickleback Hate Me - Blue October Numb - Linkin' Park Perfect - Simple Plan The Reason - Hoobastank WORK IN PROGRESS. Got a suggestion? Comment it :) | |||||
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| A fun task. Writing a letter to your character, as yourself. :) N'ka would hate me, if he could meet me. Letter to N'ka Dear N'ka, Dude. We need to talk. You have some /serious/ issues, and I think it's high time someone confronted you about them. I know you better than anyone else, so I figured I'd be the best at laying down the law. I'll warn you right now that sugar and rainbows are not my specialtly. The following letter will be brutally honest. But done with love. Lots of love. Love love love! Anyways... ONE. For Christ sake, N'ka! Get over the brownness. So Sevath is a brown.. so /what/!? He still found your sorry ass acceptable, and that's pretty remarkable, considering your numerous... faults. You're 23 years... turns old, it's high time you stopped worring about what others think. Yes, this includes your father. Which brings me to TWO. Get over it. So your father doesn't think you're worth a crap cause your dragon ain't shiny? Who cares?! The man barely knew you as a child, and if he's really that self rightious that he can't accept a chromatic riding son... who needs him? You've got people who care about you all around you, get over the "my daddy didn't love me" thing, please? Thanks. THREE. Dude. You like guys. I know you like guys. YOU know you like guys. Man, half the Weyr probably knows you like guys! It's really, not that big a deal. Have fun, sleep around, flirt a little! Lighten /up/. The world isn't going to come crashing down just because you sleep with someone of the same gender.. I should know. FOUR. Really... get your nose off the Weyrleader's ass, please? Enough butt-kissing. You're a great dragonrider... you and Sevath can fly circles around anyone else in the air... so why do you seek approval from people who are so much less than you? Sure, they run the Weyr... sure, they make all the rules, but dude... that doesn't mean you have to bow down and kiss their feet. Grow a backbone, please? At least a little one? Learn to listen to your heart, N'ka. It's telling you good things. It's been telling you good things since you were a little one, you just haven't learned to listen. It doesn't matter if your peers thing you're weird. You /are/ a man. You have the guts, you have the anatomy... you're tough and brave, and you don't need someone else to tell you that for it to be true. Honestly! Finally.. N'ka, you're human. With human emotions. Shape up, and drop the act? Love, The girl behind the man | |||||
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| A two part answer. I wanted to show the difference between N'ka and his father from before, and after Impression. Quiet a change, if I say so myself :) It was a quick write, which means there are probably tons of spelling and grammar errors. Please ignore these at your leisure :) Family Ties It was a cold day. Cold enough that even the most stubborn of Reaches weyrfolk would use any excuse to hide within the warmth of the Weyr. Nikadis had chosen the kitchen on this day, and while his hands were clumbsy, he made a decent dish washer. The warm water didn't bother him, and he liked to listen to the chatter of the cooks - even if it was sensless women-gossip. He was halfway through a greasy, disgusting pan when a familiar voice cut through the chatter. "Nikadis," the voice called. The boy of the same name turned, and his face split wide in a grin. Without another thought, he ditched the soapy water and sprinted for the door. "Dad! I thought you had sweeps?" he asked, the child unable to contain his grin. "I did. But I'm finished. Do you want to catch a bite to eat?" The one think Nikadis had always admired about his father was how he spoke to him. He didn't talk to him as if he was a child. He spoke to him as if he was already a man. They never had conversations about chores, or following the rules... no, his father spoke to him about things that men speak of. The current political conditions, details of Threadfighting preparation... all manner of things that a ten turn old would find fascinating, but understand very little of. They chose a table near the back, where the roar of the crowd wasn't nearly as loud. They talked of the weather, of the recent change in wingleaders, and all other sorts of things that pertained to other things. Nikadis listened along, fascinated as he always was. He tried to store it all away in his memory, but found the list of names and places too much for him. Finally, though, they got to the good stuff. "Thread will return, you know," his father said, drawing it out in the voice that Nikadis had come to associate with a story. "It always does. No matter how long the interval feels.. Thread will always return. Soon, the dragons will rise and we will fight it once again." Elbows on the table, Nikadis listened raptly as his father proceeded to tell a familiar tale. A tale of past heroes and their mighty dragons. Bronzes, of course, took the stage, and Nikadis easily slipped into his daydreams. As his father spoke, he clearly envisioned himself upon one of those great bronze beasts... fighting Thread along side his father... ***** N'ka sighed. He finished oiling Sevath, and slipped to the ground beside the growing brown. He still couldn't believe how fast a dragon grew! It felt like yesterday he had met the young Sevath upon the Hatching grounds, and now... well, they were a week away from becoming full Dragonriders! "If we don't kill ourselves," he muttered to himself, a rueful glance being tossed towards the curious dragon. A shadow crossed them, as mature dragon flew over head. Sevath and N'ka both looked up, and as the bronze made his way down into the bowl, N'ka felt a lump form in his throat. The bronze landed not too far, kicking up only a marginal amount of sand. N'ka avoided it easily, but a few grains clung to Sevath's still moist hide. They would be delt with later, as N'ka had more important things to worry about. He stood, quickly, and gave a sharp salute to the rider approaching. "Evening, dad," he called, using a tone the hoped was friendly. It wasn't. Tense and wary, N'ka just hoped this would be a quick visit. Or perhapes he was just passing through? "Evening, Weyrling," his father replied. The title made N'ka wince unconciously, and he knew his expression betrayed his hurt. Why couldn't his father just say his name? Why did he have to pretend they weren't family? "Your brown is looking healthy," he continued, giving Sevath the barest of glances. "Being tapped soon, hm?" N'ka bobbed his head. He was well into sulking mode by now, and just bite his tongue to keep his words in his head. There was nothing he could say that hadn't already been said. Nothing would change. From the moment Sevath's mind had touched his, he'd become 'just another Weyrling' to his father. It wasn't as if they'd been close before.. but N'ka sure missed their conversations. His didn't seem to notice N'ka's discomfort, as he scrutinized his son. "Keep at it," was all he said before turning and heading for the Living Caverns. N'ka sank back down to Sevath's hide and, with the shadow of his dragon to hide him, did his best to reschool his features back into a stone-cold neutrality. He was getting better at the mask every day. | |||||
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August 20th, 2006
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| Fun stuff regarding N'ka. Look Alike: Keith Urban Theme Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Greenday) ( Lyrics ) Favorite Foods: Roasted Wherry with gravy, strawberries (can't remember the Pernese name), ice cream Least Favorite Foods: Mashed Tubbers, Fish of any kind, cherries Favorite Color: Orange and Red Favorite Time of Day: Sunrise Least Favorite Chore as Youngster: Hearth cleaning Skills besides Dragonriding: leatherwork, swimming, rock climbing (balance), good sense of direction. Weakness: writing/penmanship, delicate tasks (sewing, art, etc), his pride Secrets: Ha! They shall remain seeeekret :) I think that's all the useless, trivial details I can come up with at the moment. As always, mostly for my reference. But they're kinda fun to list :) *Bwhahaha* | |||||
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August 19th, 2006
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| Guilty Pleasures No one knew what made a dragon chose his rider. This was common enough information. But everyone knew that the bond between one was deeper, and more mysterious, than any human could comprehend. There was no doubt then, that N'ka loved Sevath with all of his being. The brown was his life line, his soul mate, and his perfect friend. He knew he would never be complete without Sevath, and Sevath knew he would never lose N'ka. It was the undeniable truth. And so, it pained Sevath everytime N'ka lapsed into one of his 'moods'. There was nothing the brown could do. No cure, no ailment for the way N'ka felt, or the way Sevath might hurt. It wasn't N'ak's fault, really. It wasn't Sevath's fault, either. It was just the simple fact that dragons and humans comprehend things in entirely different fashions. In Sevath's mind, N'ka was perfect. In N'ka's mind, Sevath was perfect. And perfectly brown. N'ka would never, for the life of him, wish his dragon any other way. Sevath was Sevath, and if he was any other color, he would not be himself. When his thoughts dipped into the 'what if' part of a wandering mind, it was always to a common thought. 'What if Sevath had been bronze...' There was no amount of talking, or reasoning with the beast, and so N'ka learned to keep these thoughts quiet. Best to save such daydreams for times when the brown was deeply asleep. And even then, best to keep them soft, and light, and out of the sleeping brown's mind, lest he catch them while dreaming. "If dragons even dream." N'ka lounged at the edge of his weyr, a customary spot where he could lean against the cool stone wall, remain safe from the elements, but still look out over the Bowl. Not to mention keep an eye on his sleeping dragon. When he's sure the brown is good, and deeply asleep, N'ka finally allows his mind to wander. Weather, drills... the recent Threadfall... all of these things filter through his mind, but in the end, his thoughts turn to the age old question. What if Sevath had been a bronze? It always game with a stab of guilt to the gut, that question. But N'ka had learned over time not to take it personally. Afterall, he loved his brown the way he was. It was only innocent speculation, the kind a child might do about if he'd been born in the Weyr, or to a blooded Lord. He didn't love his own parents any less, just wondered at the possibilities. In N'ka's mind, his bronze would have been the key to acceptance, and final recognition of his person. In his mind, he could see the day of his Impression: Marching proudly with a bronze dragon, showig his peers once and forall that he was worth his merit. He was, as he'd been telling them all along, not just talk. And there was living proof beside him. Fast forward to graduation, where he and his dragon would once again prove their worth and be placed in one of the top level Wings, eventually be made a Wingleader, and lead a wing of dragons to countless victories over Threadfall. This part was mostly just for grins and giggles, for N'ka. It was the next part of his guilty daydream that always made him the most somber. In his mind, he could see his father: welcoming, smiling, congradulating his son on a job well done. N'ka, himself, had no age or appearance at this point. It was a timeless moment, one that N'ka had never known, and would never know. The possibilities had died the moment Sevath's mind had touched his own; The moment Nikadis became N'ka, and a brownrider. With a bitter taste in his mouth, N'ka thrust his thoughts violently away from his day dreams, turning once more back to the mundane tasks of weyrlife. But he knew those 'what if's' would come back and pester him again, whether he wanted them to or not. Oh well. | |||||
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August 18th, 2006
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| The basic info: ( Desc, Sevath, Etc ) Last Note: While this journal is primarily for me, to record logs, or silliness at my leisure, there will be a few friends-only entries to protect things that may be sensitive to current TP's. Some entires may even be locked completely until the TP has been finished. | |||||
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