05-15-2018, 05:26 PM
The fiery passion in the priestess's voice was more than enough to cause her devoted wolf companion to react. Te’Zali since birth had chosen Bane and they shared a bond between troll and beast like no other. Her mount would kill without hesitation and the energy his master gave off to the human was anything but friendly.
In one bound, the wolf reached to make contact with the girl's soft flesh before being intercepted by a glowing barrier. Bane had struck Orihime's shield with such a sheer force it startled a whimper out of him. Pain quickly turned to anger as the beast barked, clawed and stuck at the guard over and over again.
Orihime heard the priestess's last words before time dubiously became slower. She could see the muscles on the furry beast flex underneath its gray coat and spring to act towards her. With time only a few frames per second, she could even see the wolf's eye's dilating. It was clear that his eyes are those of a killer's and seeing sights like those were becoming standard. The beast would have torn her to pieces had she had not blocked his attack by activating Santen Kesshun.
Adrenalin pumped through the primes veins and her face became damp with sweat. Past experiences would not have allowed Orihime to block that crushing blow from the furious assault. Had she been able to move with such velocity during her fight with the other primes, she might not have died.
Yeah right Orihime, you got pounded like a pancake she thought to herself.
"Bane irdan!" Te’Zali bellowed at her wolf, and he abruptly stopped and returned to her side, "sit!" The wolf's onslaught was clearly enough to allow the priestesses to snap out of her aggression towards Orihime. However, being true to her nature the troll healer questioned: "So what will you do girl?"
Orihime kept Santen Kesshun up as a barrier between all of them, making herself feel more in control of the situation. "Tell me what I can do to make this right" the prime demanded Te’Zali, "I am like Zabajin, I have to see him, I want to help....please." The prime had been an ally to the trolls once before, and she felt it was her purpose to continue to help them now. The weight of the responsibility was so heavy that Orihime would do anything to make it right with the trolls.
The two trolls stood slightly, letting the frozen fields speak with the howl of the icy gust. Orunjin faced his mother who stayed silent and sighed before saying "you need to become one of us" he paused to take a deep breath before continuing, "you need to become a troll." Orihime tried to study the priestesses face for signs that her son may be bluffing but found nothing. It made sense that to keep everyone safe, and the human prime had to re-earn their trust. "But how does one become a troll?" thought the red-haired girl.
"You have to show us all that you are troll, you will live for the trolls, that you will die as a troll" Te’Zali groaned and looked up into the snowfall before proceeding, "and you have to kill like a troll." Silence followed the troll women's words, and it made the situation more painful. The priestess then turned her back on the group and walked a few paces beyond the treeline before getting on top of her mount Bane. "Tell her what she needs to do," Te’Zali ordered Orunjin before taking off in the opposite direction from the troll village.
Orihime studied the son of Zabajin and was grateful that he had also come to break the news of her quest to her. From being so close to him, she could not help to notice that he may have outgrown his father in height. The prime could see muscles begin to form in his forearms and underneath all of his fur coats and leather, she could see he had grown strong. He took after his dad in every way except for his face, his face was of his mothers, but his hair was a fiery red much brighter than her own and unlike anyone else's.
The adolescent troll and the prime were left alone with his wolf and their combined thoughts. The girl tried her best to calm herself, and the water was billowing up in her vision, but she was losing the battle. With a tremble, in her voice, she asked the young troll "how do I do this?" swallowing before continuing "I will do whatever it takes to come back."
Orunjin smiled sweetly at Orihime before responding, "you need to do things you never did before," pausing to stroke the back of her hand, "you need to get scales of a dragon, teeth from a giant, and a skull from a dwarf." He then tried to force a smile, but present circumstances only allowed him to grimace.
The ginger-haired girl was speechless and almost took her hand away from Orunjin when he started to console her again with his rough strokes to the inside of her palm. Orihime closed her eyes and thought about his words carefully before asking, "What do I do when I gather these things?" Opening her eyes to look into the troubled eyes of the troll, Orihime did her best to crack a smile.
Orunjin released her hand and turned back and walked over to a pouch strapped to his wolf companion. Inside he pulled out a leather bag adorned with tiny bony decorations. "Once you have everything you need, you must go see the leader of all the trolls," he said as he walked back over to her, "then you must defeat a troll in combat."
All Orihime heard was "you have to kill to survive," and that was the voice of Zabajin in her mind telling her. Nothing troubled her more than knowing that she had to take more lives to return home. Visions of blood flooded her physic, and it caused the prime to tremble uncontrollably. Who am I, what am I?
The son of Zabajin took note of Orihime's struggles to process this information, and quickly pulled her into his arms. "It will be ok." he whispered to her while stroking the back of her fair head, "I have created a map of where you can find the items you need." He let go of Orihime before continuing, "you don't have much time, and I can not explain more because you have to go now," while handing her the leather sack.
The prime had since stopped trying to hold her tears, and it stained her cheeks, freezing to tiny crystals. "You must do this Grodkona Kow, you are the only one who can liberate our people," clutching her hands tightly one more time before returning to mount his wolf, "I am counting on you, -- we all are." Without saying more, he rode off in the direction that Te’Zali went.
Left all alone now, Orihime released the built up feelings she struggled to control and fell to the snowy ground. She said nothing, but let her tears fall onto the leather sachel Orunjin had left her. When she finally had the courage, she looked inside its's contents to find several maps to locations on where to see dragons and giants. Two routes, in particular, stuck out to Orihime, one was on the site of the troll village to complete her quest, and the other was for the fortress of Lord Bloodsunder.
It didn't take long for Orunjin to catch up to his Mother and when he did, he saw that she had also struggled to hold back her emotions. He couldn't understand how his mother could have such strong feelings towards Orihime when she had never done anything wrong. In fact, the only reason why he was alive to journey beyond the fields with his mother was that of the human girl's power.
Te’Zali let out a sound of frustration before speaking directly to her son, "how does she expect her to help our people if she is too squeamish to kill." Looking at her while they rode together, he saw that her knuckles had gone white from gripping her reins too tight. The amount of energy that his mother put into tearing down the prime was exhausting for everyone, and Orunjin had almost had enough of it.
"I think she can" stopping to catch the angry side eye from Te’Zali before going further, "I think she will." He heard the troll woman chuckle sarcastically and then upon seeing her son's reaction she reluctantly stopped.
"I dont know what everyone sees's in that child" the priestess hissed, "she is weak, and she will always be weak."
Orunjin pulled the reins on his mount Sköll until they all stopped abruptly. "Mother I dont understand why you have such a problem with her?" he gritted his teeth before continuing, "what has she done to you to make you hate her so much?"
Te’Zali took a minute to respond before saying "she is not one of us" she tried to reach for her son, but he pulled away " I just dont want you to be disappointed when she fails."
The young troll did not believe that Orihime would fail, in fact, he knew she would do it. Looking at his mother, he taunted, "You know mom" shifting his weight on Sköll, "for being the most beautiful troll in all the lands you sure know how to be ugly." He then took off towards the direction out of the Frozen Feilds. Orunjin had never traveled outside of the ice planes before, but he understood the importance for everyone to do their part in the war to come.
In one bound, the wolf reached to make contact with the girl's soft flesh before being intercepted by a glowing barrier. Bane had struck Orihime's shield with such a sheer force it startled a whimper out of him. Pain quickly turned to anger as the beast barked, clawed and stuck at the guard over and over again.
Orihime heard the priestess's last words before time dubiously became slower. She could see the muscles on the furry beast flex underneath its gray coat and spring to act towards her. With time only a few frames per second, she could even see the wolf's eye's dilating. It was clear that his eyes are those of a killer's and seeing sights like those were becoming standard. The beast would have torn her to pieces had she had not blocked his attack by activating Santen Kesshun.
Adrenalin pumped through the primes veins and her face became damp with sweat. Past experiences would not have allowed Orihime to block that crushing blow from the furious assault. Had she been able to move with such velocity during her fight with the other primes, she might not have died.
Yeah right Orihime, you got pounded like a pancake she thought to herself.
"Bane irdan!" Te’Zali bellowed at her wolf, and he abruptly stopped and returned to her side, "sit!" The wolf's onslaught was clearly enough to allow the priestesses to snap out of her aggression towards Orihime. However, being true to her nature the troll healer questioned: "So what will you do girl?"
Orihime kept Santen Kesshun up as a barrier between all of them, making herself feel more in control of the situation. "Tell me what I can do to make this right" the prime demanded Te’Zali, "I am like Zabajin, I have to see him, I want to help....please." The prime had been an ally to the trolls once before, and she felt it was her purpose to continue to help them now. The weight of the responsibility was so heavy that Orihime would do anything to make it right with the trolls.
The two trolls stood slightly, letting the frozen fields speak with the howl of the icy gust. Orunjin faced his mother who stayed silent and sighed before saying "you need to become one of us" he paused to take a deep breath before continuing, "you need to become a troll." Orihime tried to study the priestesses face for signs that her son may be bluffing but found nothing. It made sense that to keep everyone safe, and the human prime had to re-earn their trust. "But how does one become a troll?" thought the red-haired girl.
"You have to show us all that you are troll, you will live for the trolls, that you will die as a troll" Te’Zali groaned and looked up into the snowfall before proceeding, "and you have to kill like a troll." Silence followed the troll women's words, and it made the situation more painful. The priestess then turned her back on the group and walked a few paces beyond the treeline before getting on top of her mount Bane. "Tell her what she needs to do," Te’Zali ordered Orunjin before taking off in the opposite direction from the troll village.
Orihime studied the son of Zabajin and was grateful that he had also come to break the news of her quest to her. From being so close to him, she could not help to notice that he may have outgrown his father in height. The prime could see muscles begin to form in his forearms and underneath all of his fur coats and leather, she could see he had grown strong. He took after his dad in every way except for his face, his face was of his mothers, but his hair was a fiery red much brighter than her own and unlike anyone else's.
The adolescent troll and the prime were left alone with his wolf and their combined thoughts. The girl tried her best to calm herself, and the water was billowing up in her vision, but she was losing the battle. With a tremble, in her voice, she asked the young troll "how do I do this?" swallowing before continuing "I will do whatever it takes to come back."
Orunjin smiled sweetly at Orihime before responding, "you need to do things you never did before," pausing to stroke the back of her hand, "you need to get scales of a dragon, teeth from a giant, and a skull from a dwarf." He then tried to force a smile, but present circumstances only allowed him to grimace.
The ginger-haired girl was speechless and almost took her hand away from Orunjin when he started to console her again with his rough strokes to the inside of her palm. Orihime closed her eyes and thought about his words carefully before asking, "What do I do when I gather these things?" Opening her eyes to look into the troubled eyes of the troll, Orihime did her best to crack a smile.
Orunjin released her hand and turned back and walked over to a pouch strapped to his wolf companion. Inside he pulled out a leather bag adorned with tiny bony decorations. "Once you have everything you need, you must go see the leader of all the trolls," he said as he walked back over to her, "then you must defeat a troll in combat."
All Orihime heard was "you have to kill to survive," and that was the voice of Zabajin in her mind telling her. Nothing troubled her more than knowing that she had to take more lives to return home. Visions of blood flooded her physic, and it caused the prime to tremble uncontrollably. Who am I, what am I?
The son of Zabajin took note of Orihime's struggles to process this information, and quickly pulled her into his arms. "It will be ok." he whispered to her while stroking the back of her fair head, "I have created a map of where you can find the items you need." He let go of Orihime before continuing, "you don't have much time, and I can not explain more because you have to go now," while handing her the leather sack.
The prime had since stopped trying to hold her tears, and it stained her cheeks, freezing to tiny crystals. "You must do this Grodkona Kow, you are the only one who can liberate our people," clutching her hands tightly one more time before returning to mount his wolf, "I am counting on you, -- we all are." Without saying more, he rode off in the direction that Te’Zali went.
Left all alone now, Orihime released the built up feelings she struggled to control and fell to the snowy ground. She said nothing, but let her tears fall onto the leather sachel Orunjin had left her. When she finally had the courage, she looked inside its's contents to find several maps to locations on where to see dragons and giants. Two routes, in particular, stuck out to Orihime, one was on the site of the troll village to complete her quest, and the other was for the fortress of Lord Bloodsunder.
It didn't take long for Orunjin to catch up to his Mother and when he did, he saw that she had also struggled to hold back her emotions. He couldn't understand how his mother could have such strong feelings towards Orihime when she had never done anything wrong. In fact, the only reason why he was alive to journey beyond the fields with his mother was that of the human girl's power.
Te’Zali let out a sound of frustration before speaking directly to her son, "how does she expect her to help our people if she is too squeamish to kill." Looking at her while they rode together, he saw that her knuckles had gone white from gripping her reins too tight. The amount of energy that his mother put into tearing down the prime was exhausting for everyone, and Orunjin had almost had enough of it.
"I think she can" stopping to catch the angry side eye from Te’Zali before going further, "I think she will." He heard the troll woman chuckle sarcastically and then upon seeing her son's reaction she reluctantly stopped.
"I dont know what everyone sees's in that child" the priestess hissed, "she is weak, and she will always be weak."
Orunjin pulled the reins on his mount Sköll until they all stopped abruptly. "Mother I dont understand why you have such a problem with her?" he gritted his teeth before continuing, "what has she done to you to make you hate her so much?"
Te’Zali took a minute to respond before saying "she is not one of us" she tried to reach for her son, but he pulled away " I just dont want you to be disappointed when she fails."
The young troll did not believe that Orihime would fail, in fact, he knew she would do it. Looking at his mother, he taunted, "You know mom" shifting his weight on Sköll, "for being the most beautiful troll in all the lands you sure know how to be ugly." He then took off towards the direction out of the Frozen Feilds. Orunjin had never traveled outside of the ice planes before, but he understood the importance for everyone to do their part in the war to come.
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