05-08-2018, 12:36 AM
Orihime was pleased to have found her way back to her snowy homestead. Although she was still miles away from Zabajin’s village, her gleeful anticipation grew with every mile. It felt like the frosted glades where welcoming her home, by gently caressing her face with a whimsical frozen flurry.
She had now been gone from Kuroko Town for so long, she had stopped considering it her home altogether. So much had happened in such little time, and Orihime didn't feel like same lost and broken girl Ichigo would have to save. "At least I can stand on my own two feet now," Orihime muttered to herself as she melancholy kicked a rock encroaching her path, "if only you could see me now, Ichigo.”
Orihime had spilled blood, and far worse than that, she had taken a life. Thankfully, Ichigo could not see what she had become, which was life’s way of playing a cruel joke. Even though, she was told this place had the power to bring someone back from the dead, which Orihime had personally experienced. What are the rules for killing someone if the person was not really dead?
Mildly overcome with the bitter dialogue of her conscience, Orihime thought it was best to take a break from her journey. If anything remained the same about her personality since her time as a young girl in Kuroko Town, it was that she still had a very big appetite. With a clap of her hand, Orihime summoned a bean bun sandwich, smothered in a smoked fish tape, and shredded brussel sprouts.
While Orihime sat peacefully indulged in her lunch, she hadn't noticed the dangerously intruding footfalls closing in on her. The shock of a blood-curdling growl broke Orihime’s trance. Without warning, she was face to face with two, colossal wolves paired with razor-sharp fangs. "Easy their boy," Orihime’s voice cracked as she cooed, while backing away slowly, “easy.”
"Enough Bane," Te’Zali ordered to her war rider, dismounting before the prime. To Orihime, Te’Zali had not aged a day since she had seen her last, but she looked just as menacing. Alongside her, Orunjin had jumped down from his mount to stand with his mother. The young troll had clearly grown since Orihime had last laid eyes on him, causing an excited smile to stretch across her freckled face.
The red-haired healer stood up to meet their troll eyes, eager to greet them, but before Orihime could get a word out, she was interrupted by the young troll warrior. "I thought you were really gone, Grodkona Kow!" The warrior grinned and chuckled, "It’s good to see you."
"Me too," Orihime smiled, "I sort of lost my way... after I was abducted into another dimension... or something." Their expressions showed their skepticism, so Orihime elaborated, "This poor spirit needed my help to pass into the afterlife."
Te’Zali's face never changed her unpleasant gaze while Orihime tried to explain her absence. The troll healer had never liked her, so Orihime was perplexed. How did they know she was coming? Also, of all the trolls to meet her, why Te’Zali? Why not Zabajin? Where was he?
“What a surprise,” Orihime chimed, doing her best to relieve the tension of Te’Zali, "how did you guys know I was on my way?"
For the first time in their history, Te’Zali met Orihime with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, then sneered, "to stop you from coming any closer to our village." Shocked, the girl stepped back defensively, reaching for the thingamabob that activates her energy blade. Te’Zali had tried to kill her before, and she knew that Orunjin could not stop his mother from trying again.
Before Orihime could respond, the adolescent troll had moved in between the two healers, with an axe in each hand. He gave a stern look to his mother, then warned, "this is not what we are here for,"before turning back to Orihime and saying, "it's not what you think." Orunjin planted his feet firm in the snow, returning his mother's foreboding look until she removed her hand from her own weapon.
With a deep breath, Orunjin turned back to the human, "you have been gone so long now, our people will not understand," he paused and meet Orihime's eyes, "if you were to return now, your presence would bring more violence to our land." The look on the young troll's face was enough for the prime to accept what Orunjin was saying.
"Where is Zabajin?" Orihime pleaded with the trolls, her mind lost in a panic. She had not stopped to think about how well she would be received back home with everyone else. It was dangerously foolish and it left the girl angry at herself.
"If Zabajin knew you were here,” Te’Zali began as she removed a white braid from her face against the cold winds, “he would stop at nothing to get to you." Looking deep into Orihime's eyes, the troll priestess repeated, "nothing."
"I must see Zabajin!" Orihime exclaimed, as hot tears stung her eyes, and burned her checks, "I must know if he is ok!" Orihime begged. The hardest thing about being away for so long, was knowing how Zabajin must have felt. It must have been hard on him. The last they spoke was during training when the chief hit the girl so hard, she was propelled into a completely different cosmos. He has to know I’m okay.
"You are willing to put my husband's life in danger?" Te’Zali snapped with scorn at the red woman. "Our people feel abandoned. Resentment festers in the hearts of our warriors because our chief still won't let you go" Te’Zali went on to explain as the anger in her voice kept increasing.
Orihime turned to the troll's son, and he confirmed it for her, "What she says is true, Kow." Orunjin’s face was somber as he spoke, "My father has had to defeat many challengers who claim he has lost his way... in his pursuit to find you."
Orihime noticed that Te’Zali was having difficulty keeping herself together, and even more so when she spoke. "If you were to go back now, everyone would fight to have your head,” the priestess hissed, “and Zabajin would rather die than have his prize ripped away from him again." Te’Zali’s demeanor was hostile, "If you dare try to go back, I will cut you down where you stand!"
She had now been gone from Kuroko Town for so long, she had stopped considering it her home altogether. So much had happened in such little time, and Orihime didn't feel like same lost and broken girl Ichigo would have to save. "At least I can stand on my own two feet now," Orihime muttered to herself as she melancholy kicked a rock encroaching her path, "if only you could see me now, Ichigo.”
Orihime had spilled blood, and far worse than that, she had taken a life. Thankfully, Ichigo could not see what she had become, which was life’s way of playing a cruel joke. Even though, she was told this place had the power to bring someone back from the dead, which Orihime had personally experienced. What are the rules for killing someone if the person was not really dead?
Mildly overcome with the bitter dialogue of her conscience, Orihime thought it was best to take a break from her journey. If anything remained the same about her personality since her time as a young girl in Kuroko Town, it was that she still had a very big appetite. With a clap of her hand, Orihime summoned a bean bun sandwich, smothered in a smoked fish tape, and shredded brussel sprouts.
While Orihime sat peacefully indulged in her lunch, she hadn't noticed the dangerously intruding footfalls closing in on her. The shock of a blood-curdling growl broke Orihime’s trance. Without warning, she was face to face with two, colossal wolves paired with razor-sharp fangs. "Easy their boy," Orihime’s voice cracked as she cooed, while backing away slowly, “easy.”
"Enough Bane," Te’Zali ordered to her war rider, dismounting before the prime. To Orihime, Te’Zali had not aged a day since she had seen her last, but she looked just as menacing. Alongside her, Orunjin had jumped down from his mount to stand with his mother. The young troll had clearly grown since Orihime had last laid eyes on him, causing an excited smile to stretch across her freckled face.
The red-haired healer stood up to meet their troll eyes, eager to greet them, but before Orihime could get a word out, she was interrupted by the young troll warrior. "I thought you were really gone, Grodkona Kow!" The warrior grinned and chuckled, "It’s good to see you."
"Me too," Orihime smiled, "I sort of lost my way... after I was abducted into another dimension... or something." Their expressions showed their skepticism, so Orihime elaborated, "This poor spirit needed my help to pass into the afterlife."
Te’Zali's face never changed her unpleasant gaze while Orihime tried to explain her absence. The troll healer had never liked her, so Orihime was perplexed. How did they know she was coming? Also, of all the trolls to meet her, why Te’Zali? Why not Zabajin? Where was he?
“What a surprise,” Orihime chimed, doing her best to relieve the tension of Te’Zali, "how did you guys know I was on my way?"
For the first time in their history, Te’Zali met Orihime with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, then sneered, "to stop you from coming any closer to our village." Shocked, the girl stepped back defensively, reaching for the thingamabob that activates her energy blade. Te’Zali had tried to kill her before, and she knew that Orunjin could not stop his mother from trying again.
Before Orihime could respond, the adolescent troll had moved in between the two healers, with an axe in each hand. He gave a stern look to his mother, then warned, "this is not what we are here for,"before turning back to Orihime and saying, "it's not what you think." Orunjin planted his feet firm in the snow, returning his mother's foreboding look until she removed her hand from her own weapon.
With a deep breath, Orunjin turned back to the human, "you have been gone so long now, our people will not understand," he paused and meet Orihime's eyes, "if you were to return now, your presence would bring more violence to our land." The look on the young troll's face was enough for the prime to accept what Orunjin was saying.
"Where is Zabajin?" Orihime pleaded with the trolls, her mind lost in a panic. She had not stopped to think about how well she would be received back home with everyone else. It was dangerously foolish and it left the girl angry at herself.
"If Zabajin knew you were here,” Te’Zali began as she removed a white braid from her face against the cold winds, “he would stop at nothing to get to you." Looking deep into Orihime's eyes, the troll priestess repeated, "nothing."
"I must see Zabajin!" Orihime exclaimed, as hot tears stung her eyes, and burned her checks, "I must know if he is ok!" Orihime begged. The hardest thing about being away for so long, was knowing how Zabajin must have felt. It must have been hard on him. The last they spoke was during training when the chief hit the girl so hard, she was propelled into a completely different cosmos. He has to know I’m okay.
"You are willing to put my husband's life in danger?" Te’Zali snapped with scorn at the red woman. "Our people feel abandoned. Resentment festers in the hearts of our warriors because our chief still won't let you go" Te’Zali went on to explain as the anger in her voice kept increasing.
Orihime turned to the troll's son, and he confirmed it for her, "What she says is true, Kow." Orunjin’s face was somber as he spoke, "My father has had to defeat many challengers who claim he has lost his way... in his pursuit to find you."
Orihime noticed that Te’Zali was having difficulty keeping herself together, and even more so when she spoke. "If you were to go back now, everyone would fight to have your head,” the priestess hissed, “and Zabajin would rather die than have his prize ripped away from him again." Te’Zali’s demeanor was hostile, "If you dare try to go back, I will cut you down where you stand!"
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