[ Full length Roleplay - complete ]
[ Typist : Ailwin Ryann + Laveda XuanYuan ]
He knew it was fragments of memories, whispers of his childhood, yet that didn't help the fear, the instinctive reaction of the tiger to protect what he considered his. Many nights the scene unfolded, leaving him tangled in sheets, drenched in sweat. Maeve couldn't calm him, he doubted much would. His twisted psyche threw up various ways that he could have saved them all. Ways that he wouldn't have lost everything that mattered to him that night. He knew subconsciously that it wasn't true, he'd barely been in control of himself then, but the nightmares still grabbed hold, refusing to let him leave their grasp. It always started the same. At least this, he knew was real. He'd woken to the smell of burning wheat grass. Shouting echoed outside the tents as he'd scrambled up from the nest he'd curled into. Even as Arcadian, he'd felt safer surrounded by nature. Others thought the small wild lands of Brasilia were home to gypsies, hippies. People living in a commune of tents as a throwback to the 60's. If only they knew the colony of weres protected this land, and those idiots who lived here, constantly courting trouble. He'd figured this was the same, some human spotting a tiger and acting like a fool. Someone would surely shut him up and send him home with a random story soon.
It wasn't until he heard his mother's scream that he realized something was wrong. His mother never screamed. His father's strident tones broke through the din, as he dimly became aware that his siblings had clustered closer to him for protection. He hadn't reached full maturity yet, even at twenty. Weres aged so much slower. His heart beating, he looked up as his mother rushed into the tent, her long bohemian skirt trailing through the packed dirt floor, sending dust into the air. He barely heard what she was saying. He'd understood he had to go. Had to take his siblings. But where? Why? For the first time, she slapped him. Hard. Blinking his sight back into focus, he realized she'd lifted the canvas of the tent, was urging him to take the others and run. From what, he didn't know. For once he'd done as asked without retort, shoving Barker and Galyn through first, then Illy and Turstin, the youngest ones, so the older two could keep sight of them. Ducking under the material, his last sight of his mother showed a look of profound sorrow on her beautiful features. As if this was goodbye.
Following his siblings into the starry night, he stared at the carnage around them. Tents were torn down, dark stains spread across the sand. Metal cages sat on the shore, some empty, some holding his friends. His family. Hearing a pained roar, he turned back, shock widening his eyes as his father fell. He couldn't let it happen. Flames danced around them, rising higher as he pushed his siblings towards the treeline, demanding they all split up. If they could make it into the damp darkness of the last bit of jungle left here, they'd be safe. Casting a terrified look back at them as they ran, he turned back to the inferno, back towards his clan. He wasn't sure what to do, or even if he could do anything at all, but he wasn't a coward, and he'd damn well try to protect his family as well as he can. Hearing someone shouting his name, he blinked, trying to see through the smoke that kept getting thicker. As a child, he knew the voice, but the adult version of him didn't remember, so in his dreams he never could place it. Friend or foe? He fought almost blindly to find the person who called him. He needed to know, was she one who had helped him escape, or was she one who had gleefully laughed while selling his parents to Chaser slavery?
Memory are fragments among her life. There was always voids among her mind that made her unable to grip tight on certain events that had happen before. Some simply became a faded mark that it simply sit in the back of her mind reminding her of past events, others come back into her dreams telling her every detail of that single event. She knew it was something a Time Lord long learned to cope with all the problem, yet with her body and mind destroyed in a degree due to releasing her timeline of being Gallifrey into Earth's timeline, her mind couldn't really cope with all the massive load of information. In the end, her mind choose the method to help her cope with it - to all faded into fragments of memory or dreams.
The smell of flames that rapidly swill up into the night sky as it consumed all living things, the sound of horror screams echoed the airy place. These were a memory that she had wondered when it happened before. It was just one of those nights when her dream slowly came back to haunt her. She wasn't sure what time this incident happened, as she only contain vague memory of her youth life.
It all happened during a time when her father decided to take her and her four brothers onto a trip toward Brazil for 'Internship' on how to be a doctor. Truth to be said. She was the only person among the family that really didn't want to linger anything with medical among her own life. Laveda simply wanted to be a child that could enjoy life without seeing all the death. Death was something that always haunted her as she recalled well of the dream of a blade gashing down onto her heart. Though, the process of how it happened had long become a fragment.
Laveda recalled that night. The blaze of the flame that roared so closed to her. She can't recall in detail on how her family got in that position as only scattered fragments of that memory of her father taking them toward the forest area of Brazil to help the villagers around the forest area. She only recalled her own finger lacing onto the dagger during the night as her pigtail sway gently with her own movement as she dazzle among a dream state recalling some dagger swinging movements.
Than it happened.
The crackle of fire on wood.
The heavy set of metal clench down onto the ground in a thump, as men came out of the bulky trucks barking orders around. She could only crunch down and peeked through the bushes as she feared to be seen while her hand held tight onto the dagger in her hand.
She could hear the screams. The screams of the last crying breath. She ran and scrambled as she couldn't bear it anymore. Laveda wanted to drag her father out of bed and tell him to do something, yet she feared her father was simply a part of this problem as his timing of arriving around these forest were too coincidence.
She feared.
Laveda could only looked left and right among the fire as she tried to see if anyone was surviving. There! She saw a young man hovering among the bushes as she yelled "Come... This way!" she burst out her voice to only felt her own blood boiling up into her mouth making herself cough hard in return. Not the wisest thing to do. "Come!" she called again. She could feel herself almost to fall. No. She couldn't. She couldn't risk it at all.
He choked as the smoke filled his lungs, the stench of death and burning hair all around him. Those that had tried to run were savagely beaten. Their cries of pain echoed around him, he'd forever remember the sound of strong, proud tigers being forced to kneel, to beg. He kept glancing around warily, wanting to find the voice from his past but wanting to ensure he kept enough attention on himself that his siblings could get away. Turning back the way he came, he swore for an instant he saw Illy's terrified, tear-stained face through the low ferns, but that was impossible, he was too far away. Nevertheless, he didn't see them. Or, if he had, they were safely into the foliage that would protect them as long as they just kept running.
Dodging an outstretched hand of a human who reached for him, he whispered a prayer to a God he didn't believe in to save them. To save his family. Whoever had reached for him was a living breathing person, yes, but he wasn't as loyal to his human side. He cared for his family, that was it. He'd intended to try to get to his father, but by the time he'd managed to move closer to the voice he'd heard, his father was shaking the bars of the steel cage they'd crammed him in. He couldn't see his mother through the smoke and the tears staining his eyes. For all he knew, she'd already been killed. A sob almost choked him, but he forced it back, turning to the one constant in this dream. Sometimes he saw his mother, sometimes he tried to free his father. Other times he ran in the opposite direction.... but every dream ended with the voice. Who the hell was calling him as their world burned down around them?
This dream, this time, he gave up on chasing fragments of memories, and instead followed her. Seeing a young woman almost fall as she choked, he let out a snarl as he picked up speed, reaching her just in time to catch her before she hit the ground. Staring into her face, he almost shook his head. Why didn't he recognize her? He knew her voice. Knew that somehow she'd been around in his childhood, but his mind just wouldn't throw up the answer. Until he saw her terrified eyes focus on something behind her. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Twisting to try and see what she was looking at, he couldn't help but notice the two wore the same type of khaki linens. The type that the travelling doctors to Brazil wore. The man's face was tilted back in glee as he shoved a fistful of paper bills into a pack at his side, as he handed small vials to the men in fatigues. He almost dropped her, truly. Her family was associated with the Chasers. How had he forgotten this? Clarity rushed in like a speeding freight train. The young girl used to play with the younger weres who were still in human form. Hell, Illy had played with her.
"You..." He'd gone to say something rash, something rude, but she placed a finger over her lips, eyes wide and fearful. He didn't know why, but something about her mannerisms told him that she hadn't known. Whether the man was her family or not, she didn't know that he had helped orchestrate this. For that, she'd live to see another day. He'd never taken a life, at least not yet, but for his family, he'd find the strength if he needed to. Setting her hastily to her feet, he glanced around in hesitation. They were hidden by the greenery but they wouldn't be hidden for long. Feeling a tug at his hand, he glanced down, realizing she'd latched onto his arm and was trying to drag him with all her might. At this point he was already a wanted animal, what did he have to lose?
Following, his brow creased in confusion as she led him to the small camp where the humanitarian doctors stayed when they were here. She'd dragged him straight into enemy territory. Letting out a low snarl, he yanked his arm away, intent on escaping, but the little bit of dynamite refused to leave him be. Her voice was little more than a hiss of irritation, the vehement words lost in her anger. Cutting off the growl that wanted to form, he allowed her to pull him towards the smallest tent. She assured him that her father wouldn't check there, and come morning she'd help him get away. He doubted it. Yet for some reason the earnest look on her face held him there, immobile, as she made a small pallet of her clothes and an extra blanket for him to lay on. Did he dare close his eyes? He must have, because the world turned black, the last sight he saw was of her silently counting small coins and shoving them into a small leather pouch.
Every time the memory would fragment off into another time stream, she would always end up watching how the hunters killed the people. She never had a problem of lives being taken, it was the fact these hunters ended up skinning a living soul off was what always bothered Laveda. This time, she could see the whole thing happening in front of her eyes instead of viewing from the side line.
This time, she could feel the blood slipping out of her mouth slowly while she covered her hand over her own mouth to prevent the smell of smoke trickling down her nose. She was terrified. She coughed once more as she spit the blood out onto the ground as she quickly rubbed her feet on the ground covering the blood with the sand.
The rash sound from the young boy tried to blur out made Laveda quickly turn into action as she placed the finger onto his lips. It wasn't the time to argue, it wasn't the time to blame who's work was it. They both need to be out of this mess. It need to be done fast.
She wasn't sure how she was being picked, those memory seem quite fragment as it was woven with another part of memory. The memory of her own beloved husband taking her slowly out of the stone cave. It made her widen her eyes for a light moment of panic before she dimmed again on realizing certain things that happened in the past. She could see the young boy wanting to gain action or even deep revenge on the others, yet she knew their power are so powerless.
She did the only thing she could think of.
Reaching out, Laveda tugged hard onto the young boy's sleeve before slowly got up to her feet and drag the young boy along. She would get things right. She wasn't what her brothers thought of her, as being the precious princess that didn't know life. She knew well from all the collection of memories she held that life was never fair.
Laveda slowly drag the irritated young boy along. She could still remember all the hiss and fist that young boy made even among her fragment memory. She mused as she yanked the young boy into one of the tent that was located in the furthest part of the whole group. Her eyes were lingering around to notice her brothers were still sleeping in sound as being unaware of everything that was going around.
Gently shoving the young boy into the tent as she gave a weak smile onto her face. She knew her own limit too well. She was simply on the edge of passing out as she held onto the tent fabric tightly trying to ease her own pain.
She did the best to get the young boy to ease up and get some rest while she gazed in far on the actions of the men. Time was running short. It wasn't something Laveda that wasn't use to. She would make this one live as she shoved some items into a leather backpack along with money that she could scramble up from various places among the tents.
She gazed at the glimpse of the rising sun as she watched the young boy rest. Her own black orbs were glinting with something among it. Slowly. She closed her eyes and pass out from the tiredness of losing a tone of amount of energy simply due to speaking. She seriously hate her own restriction that her mortal body had laid onto her.
She wasn't sure how much time had pass.
It wasn't until her brothers went to look for her that got her wide awake. Slowly she reached out and gently shake onto the young boy. She hope it was enough time as she showed the young boy of the items she prepared that also include a hunting knife and a gun. The weak smile was lingering around her face as she still feel the aftermath of last nights little problems.
'Take the route toward the mountains. Some clans among the mountains are more keen on myths.' She held her her hand and slowly sign out her words while she mouthed those words too, hoping the young boy understand her.
Grunting, he lashed out, his hand swatting at whatever had touched him. Hearing a soft exhale, he blinked his eyes open in the hazy pre-dawn light, spotting the young girl that had, for no reason known to him, rescued him from certain servitude or death in the depths of darkness. Groaning softly, he managed to struggle upwards, raking his hands over his face in an effort to shake off the stupor that seemed to surround him. He'd swear she'd drugged him, if only he wasn't part animal and impervious to most poisons she'd have handy. Perhaps true exhaustion had simply set in.
The realization that his family, for all intents and purposes, was now gone. He hadn't even met his maturity yet, and he was utterly and completely alone. Muttering a thank you as she shoved the small pack at him, he almost smiled at the sight of the weapons. He had no intention of getting close enough to any humans to need them. But they were an offering, and he wouldn't refuse them. Tightening the strings into the woven belt he wore, he ignored the fact that it was falling apart from years of use. He'd deal. Watching her lips, he frowned for a moment. She had mentioned myths. Clearly she knew what lurked in the jungles here. The monsters made flesh and blood. And yet she didn't fear him. How very odd.
Standing, he noticed for the first time how slight she was compared to him. He may not be mature in Were years, but he still was the size of a "human" teenaged male. The fact that this pint sized female had actually managed to rescue his ass brought a near silent laugh from him. At her questioning look, he bent down, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her temple. "I won't forget the debt I owe to you, female." With that, he ducked under the canvas and started off, following the winding, treacherous trail into the mountains that she'd suggested.
But he did forget. He'd made his way from continent to continent. Grown, matured. Honed himself into a lethal predator, one that stalked the world over searching for what he feared he'd never find. His family. Somewhere out there, he knew they had to be waiting. How he wished they were searching for him as well, but the fanciful wishes of a child held no part in his reality. He'd continue searching. Drifting, biding each day until he pieced his broken family back together again. He was weary. Tired. Far older and wiser than he had a right to be. More lonely that he cared to admit. Yet hope, that damned menace and killer of souls, failed to ever disappear completely and leave his side. His constant companion urged him on. One more town. One more broken down, dingy motel. One step at a time, trudging on into oblivion in search of those he'd foolishly cast aside, desperately trying to save them. Now, he was just as determined to find them.
The flutter of dreams broke and shattered before a deep laugh was echoing in the back as if telling Laveda she wasn't good in all way.
Laveda woke up with a deep gape as she breathed deep gripping for the last of the air. She didn't recall much of the whole dream as usual; however, this time she recalled well those parting words.
Slowly sliding her hand up toward her forehead and getting tracing over the spot where the teen had kissed her. She frowned lightly as she wondered what did happen toward that young boy in the end.
"I won't forget the debt I owe you, female"
Such interesting words as she wondered the odds of meeting the male in the first place anyway. Than again she recalled well how her husband joked about how time had a funny thing for letting the odds of happening.
She made a light snort about that light comment as she stretched her petite body before tangling herself out of the bed sheets. Her black orbs gazed at the horizon of the sun as she watched it slowly slipped over Saint Peterborough while her mind still lingered onto the dream.
Laveda wondered what did happen to the young boy in the end. She knew herself had broke off with her family due to many things that had happened, and this little thing was simply of the many things. Her eyes glanced once more toward the sun again before she lingered the light sweet smile around her lips as she click her fingers together to command her radio to start playing as she easily dance toward the rhythm as she decided work can be push aside for the moment.
After all.
Life is short, yet full of twist and turns that is waiting for one to discover.
[ End ]
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