Dancing with the Stars | Tag: Feraliss(Ember)

Nothing like the Isil Tunnelhold the wherhandlers used to live in, these tunnels are just big enough for dark living spaces for the handlers and their whers, a small hatching sands, and a small lounge for the whers and any unbonded whers during the day. Wherlings move straight into the dens after bonding.
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Taelana stretched as she woke at sunset, the Candidate's keeping the same schedule as the Wher's. Standing, she quickly got her clothes on, and headed out. It was her free evening, and she fully intended to do something she hadn't really had a chance to do yet. Enjoy the stars. She finished dressing quickly, and headed for the mouth of the tunnel. But seeing the deserted state of the lounge(not that odd for the time of night it was, really), she paused and wandered over to one of the couches. Her eyes moved, just sort of sliding over the large room.

Since coming to the Weyr, life had been...so odd, compared to the last two turns, and even compared to her life before the imprisonment. The people there were...friendly(for the most part). No one had tried to pick her pocket, in jest or otherwise, and there were even people who walked around without any sort of blade on them, even a small beltknife. Compared to her previous 'home', it was downright tame. Which since she was still recovering, the young woman was more than alright with a little bit of blandness for a while. But...it was already wearing off. Granted, it was never boring when she was allowed to work around the Wher's.

Becoming a Wher Candidate had been a smart move, she felt. It gave her a job to do, chores, food, a roof over her head. Adjusting to the caves that housed the wher's and their rider's had taken a few weeks. She had become so accustomed to sleeping in a tent, or even under the stars. But at least it was safe. Safe from everything, everyone up North. She felt confident the raider band wouldn't find her at Atricis, and Feraliss...

The woman frowned as her thoughts drifted towards the man. She had come to both loathe and love those times of day when her mind would wander towards her ex-captor. And it was just about daily that a thought or two of him crossed her mind. Her hands lifted to pull her brown-blonde hair up, tying it in a ponytail behind her head. She even managed to take a few steps towards the mouth of the tunnel again before pausing once more. Feraliss...She wondered where he had ended up, if he had made it out. She knew they would hunt him for what he'd done, murdering his own father. Patricide was generally frowned upon by..well, pretty much most people, even raiders apparently.

But he had done it for her...In the heat of the moment, she had wanted to ask him to come, would have demanded he come with her even, but he hadn't even given her enough time to say his name, let alone anything more. Perhaps that was why he nagged at her mind so...She had never had a chance to say...anything. When he had killed his father for her, things had clicked a little in her mind. She still hated the man, of course. He had kept her prisoner for two years, been a part of the devastation that had wiped out the only family she had ever known. Oh, how she hated him. But she also wanted to say 'thank you' for the small kindnesses before she slit his throat.

Her lips curled in a predatory grin, and a fire lit in her eyes as she stretched, then did a little spin and leap. She felt oddly high-spirited that evening, and she felt her feet almost float her way towards the tunnel entrance, headed outside to enjoy the coming stars.
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Oh, how everything still hurt, but not to the point that he couldn't push himself forward, and even on those days when it was torture to move, he continued to do so because he had no other choice but to put one foot in front of the other. He was certain most of the time that he'd been moving had been spent in the South just trying to get from the port to the Weyr, so when he finally had arrived, Fliss was all but certain he would collapse and perish then and there. Just a little bit further, he told his broken body, and he'd be able to. He just had to find her first, and if she wasn't at the Weyr, if she had never been there in the first place, he'd leave to find some hole in the wilderness to curl up in, because he knew he wouldn't make the journey back to the North. It would be just him, his mother's ring, her ashes, and that would be just enough for him...

If only she was still here, his mother, maybe it wouldn't have come to this point in his life, he thought as he took a moment to try and catch his breath, something that made everything in his body burn like fire or blocks of pure ice. He closed his eyes as he tried to bring up an image of her face, but after so many Turns, not even the sound of her voice was clear in his mind; Favaross had managed to banish even the traces of that from his conscious as well in his almost non-stop quest to make mold his son into the perfect heir. Were he the sort that was able to cry, he would have done so in order to mourn that loss, the images of his mother, but at least he had her with him, those precious little pieces that still remained of her. Favaross, and more importantly, his brothers, wouldn't be able to have them; only he was the son worthy enough to protect her in her eternal rest.

And if didn't make it, if he did indeed follow her like he knew he would, then he would make sure she found good soil and peace in the grounds of the South. It wasn't the way of Pern, he knew that, but he would do it just to ensure nothing happened to her after... He slammed a weak fist against the wall he was resting against and opened his eyes. He was at the Weyr now, had kept to the shadows of the night before slipping inside. He knew he'd been seen, so he'd slipped in the direction of shadows and found himself in a series of tunnels that made even less sense in his current state of mind. It didn't help that his current thought process had his life flashing before his eyes.

Or that there were sounds going off all around him, even in what was beneath his head. He grimaced, because it sounded like whirs and clicks of talons against the ground, as though something was walking on the ground, and he didn't know which direction it was coming from. The stone felt hot, it felt cold, and he couldn't press himself against it any longer, but at the same time, moving was difficult. Regardless of how he felt though, he knew he had to continue moving. He had to get out of these tunnels, and he had to return to the rest of the Weyr in order to find Taelana. If only to find out if she was here. In his heart, he had the feeling she was alive, and that would at least give him some sense of peace. Finally, he pushed away, and in doing so almost cried out and it pulled at his ribs, which were trying to knit together after having been broken by is brother's men. Men that had been their father's before Fliss had killed Favaross for trying to harm Taelana...

He started to hobble in the direction of what looked like an entrance, not knowing that it would only lead him deeper into the tunnels, not knowing that if he'd just turned around he would have been fine. In his feverish confusion, he'd been trapped in a series of them, but they would also be a blessing, rather than a curse, for as he stepped through the entrance that he'd been just on the cusp of, he spotted a figure, someone that looked familiar at a slight distance, and it was such a shock to finally see her after months of being on the run, then a slight time of trying to get to the South, that he had no words, and could give no indication of how he felt - which was joy, relief, some slight confusion as to why she was in a series o fucking tunnels in the first place and Faranth, she looked so beautiful.

His firelizard, who had thus far bee quiet and asleep in his pocket, chose that moment in time to wake up. Astral had always been a protective shit, had always kept to him. When he'd tried to force the large thing off to go and find her, he had refused, wanting nothing more than to stay with him. The only time he had departed was when they, the camp, had captured Fliss and only because there'd been a danger that Fliss had refused to let befall the firelizard. Now that he was out, he looked in Taelana's direction, and the images he sent his human all but confirmed the identity of the woman. The man grinned, backed up towards the nearest wall, and promptly slid down it, giving himself the chance to breathe, to not be in in pain, and to soak in the knowledge that she was fucking alive.
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Her mind was wandering, remembering various instances that Feraliss had shown some odd form of kindness. But yet still, never too kind. Anytime she tried to escape, there would be a beating on the way back to the tent. A reminder that while within those canvas walls, she could do whatever, but as soon as there was an image to uphold...She shook her head as she walked out the tunnel. The stars were calling, and she did not want to be dwelling on a man who she would never see again. Let the past be in the past, and move on.

Then some sound caught her attention, and the woman looked up. And froze. The light of the glows illuminated what looked like some sort of ruffian standing in the tunnel. The man was obviously heavily bruised, and looked...well, she could think no other word for it but 'broken'. But...Her eyes narrowed, and she saw who it was, but was in denial. It could not be, there was no way, he couldn't know. Her hand lifted to her neck, feeling where the collar had sat for two turns. Never again...

She nearly bolted at that moment, turned and ran deeper into the tunnels, he wouldn't dare try and grab her away from the Wher's, from the Weyr. There were good people here, one's who would wonder what was happening if she raised a fuss. She started to turn away, to leave, get away...

Then the man stumbled backwards, moved into the wall, and slid down. Something in her flipped, and she sighed. She was free now, he could not force her to do anything. And he was obviously just as alone as she was now. He had killed his father, his band had turned on him. Pausing before him, she shook her head a little, eyeing him, ”Oh, Feraliss...” She stared at him, the past two turns, all the abuse welling up inside her, and her gaze narrowed.

With a soft hiss, her leg moved, and she kicked him. It was poor aim, and part of her heart wasn't in it, as much as she might want to pretend otherwise. Her foot hit his thigh. Then again, and again. Her blows got progressively harder, and she felt emotion welling up inside her. Too many to even try and focus on to recognize. Finally she felt the sting of tears stream down her cheeks, and her vision blurred. Another kick, and she lost her balance, falling half atop him.

Then she started hitting him with her fists, half-sobbing as she did so, ”Damn you, damn you! Two bloody turns! And you killed them! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I'll kill you!” Each word punctuated by another hit, not even caring if she really hit him, no idea where she was even hitting him, and the tears turned into wracking sobs until she crumpled against him. The blows were not full force, especially towards the end. Her arms slid around him as she sobbed, oblivious to the dirt and grime that might be coating him and his clothes, the dried blood. As her tears slowed, she sniffed, and glared at the floor, leaning on him, hugging him, ”Why the fuck would you come here, Feraliss? Why torture me still?”
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Of course he didn't argue as she dug into him. If anything, he thought she deserved to finally have her piece of him. He'd done so much to her over the last two Turns (never more than beatings) and while he'd attempted to be as kind as possible, that could never make up for the things that had taken place against her. He leaned back and let her do what she did, feeling too tired and weak to try and stop of her anyway, and when she finally collapsed against him, her arms wrapped around him, her body relaxed, he reached up to run his dirty fingers through her hair, if only to provide himself with a comfort he'd never known but had always wanted, always desired. He closed his eyes and listened to her sobs, feeling them wrench at his heart one at a time, then all at once.

"I had to make sure you made it. I had to make sure they hadn't found you." He told her, voice rough and dry from lack of water, cracked from too much screaming when he'd been tortured those first few hours after he'd tried to fight back the band originally. He'd tried so hard not to cry out when they'd been "tending" to him, really he had, but they'd done something to him to ensure that they got the sounds they wanted, and when they had, they'd only become more twisted after that. "I'm sorry, there wasn't any other way I was going to curl up and croak before making sure you were safe."

He laughed, a bitter sound leaving his broken lips, and his hand stilled in her hair, his entire body did in fact, and for a moment, it seemed as though he wouldn't move again. A final wish fulfilled, a final need tended to. But then he quivered and came back to, and he swallowed, difficult though it was to do. He was too fucking stubborn to let himself die just yet, no matter how tempting a feat that might be to just let himself release everything and drift away. "I'm sorry, you can't get rid of me that easily. Someday I'll let you kill me, I promise. But right now, I just need a little longer. Let me know that you're happy here first, okay? Can you at least do that?" A smiled, at least it looked like one, and he opened his eyes to look up at her.
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She stayed there, her body still and breathe shallow, even as she felt his fingers touch her head, run slightly through her hair. It felt...it felt kind of nice, her mother used to do that, run her finger's through Taelana's hair. And for the first time, the thought of her mother didn't immediately make her want to slit Feraliss' throat. Something had come loose during her uncoordinated(honestly, her father would have been ashamed of that tantrum and the lack of damage compared to what could have happened) attack. She felt...empty.

But the sound of his cracked voice caught her attention, and now that the tears had stopped, she actually started to pay real attention to his state. As he spoke, she could hear the damage in his throat, the literal dryness of his voice. And he had come this far, all the way South to make sure she made it. She remained on him, unwilling to budge just yet, her own form feeling mostly drained from her onslaught. Emotions could be exhausting, and she had had two turns of ignoring her own pain.

When he went still though, she jerked upright a bit though, ”Feraliss?!” At that instant, she hated how high pitched and distraught her own voice sounded. Was she truly concerned that he had perhaps died, slumped against the wall? But it seemed whatever concern she had vanished when he swallowed, and stirred. And when he actually looked up at her through blackened eyes and smiled with his cracked lips, and she saw blood well in those cracks...

The woman suddenly scowled, and stood in one fluid movement, ”Get off your ass, you bastard. There's no honor in killing a man who's already dying. Get up.” She reached and took his hand, her face set in that scowl, glaring at him as she pulled at him, ”I'm taking you to the Inf-...” She paused, her brow furrowing. She was going to take him to the Infirmary, but then she'd have to somehow explain his wounded and honestly very dirty state. But if she took him to her room, she might get in trouble, because technically, Candidate's weren't supposed to have people, especially the opposite sex, in. Screw it. She had to take him somewhere. ”Come on, we're going to my room, you need...lots of things.” Water, food, a bath...the list went on. And she needed to figure out exactly how wounded he was...
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He had enough of his devices still to know he shouldn't slip and allow a stray comment or two past his lips. Back in the camp, he would have been surrounded by men who would have expected him to let part with some sarcastic comment about "How did they let swine like you have a room of your own" It was still there in his mind, what they would have said, what they would have made him speak to her. It made his skin want to melt away from muscle and bone until there was nothing like, like so many instances past. How criminal they had made him felt towards her. How many times he'd had to beat her in public just to prove a point, just to save both their skins, and yet he could never tell her such things because she would never believe such foolish tales.

Would she believe them now if he tried spouting them? How each whip of the belt, rise of his hand, had been for her benefit as well as his own? That if he hadn't done those things, they would have both been slaughtered, and worse would have been done to her before her throat had been slit? From the way she spoke to him, he highly doubted it, and so he kept quiet, and so he remained still, even when she looked like she would murder him if he didn't move. Finally though, he did begin to force himself to shift, wincing and hissing the entire time, letting loose a string of curses no proper person should ever have to hear, but neither of them were exactly of proper roots.

He leaned against the wall he was nearest to and reached underneath his jacket, then beneath the shirt he was wearing, and the makeshift bandage he had somehow managed to stuff underneath, filled with herbs and a poultice his mother had taught him to make Turns ago, had tried up. Well, something was wet underneath, but he was smart enough to know what it was without pulling his fingers out. "Yeah, the infirmary probably isn't where you want me to be right now. They'd sooner throw me in the fucking pits then allow me to remain here." Pits, they didn't have those here, but he knew what Weyrs did with his sort, and it wasn't a kind fate.

Of course, he didn't know Atricis, neither of them could be certain, and he wasn't exactly the "right and proper" kind of raider and merc. But the law didn't really care about that either. It wouldn't be on his side, that was for certain. He glanced at her and moved to set his untainted hand on her shoulder, and it was neither heavy nor light; there was, however, a certain weightlessness to it that felt... out of place. Like he didn't know how to grip her, and not in the "I'm not sure what to do" way. It was more of a "I'm two steps away from dropping off of this world" way.

It was his way of saying goodbye, in other words. He was trying to tell her not to truly bother with him without spitting out the words, because he wasn't sure if he could do that or not. Finally though, he did manage to find a way to do it, by letting go and taking away from his neck a long string, attached to which was a leather bag and ring. Astral tried to take it away, as though no one should have it but his human, and if his human was going to give it to the girl, then Astral himself needed to protect it. "No." He growled at the blue, who snipped at him before fluttering to a rock ledge nearby to glower. He held it out to Taelana, who might know what it was - his mother, her ring - and tilted his head. "Make sure she gets brought somewhere safe and sound. Bury her someplace sweet."
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She wasn't entirely sure they would throw him in the 'pits', but there would be questions, and after patching him up proper, and once they were sure he wasn't going to die of any injuries, he very well could be shipped back North to pay for his crimes. A part of her relished the thought of that, even. Being able to testify even towards what he'd done to her, what she'd seen him done...There would be no imprisonment in his future. But then that small voice laced through her mind, whispering that she had done things that were just as worthy of an end in the eyes of the law. But Atricis was oddly accepting of everyone, as long as they didn't stir shit up, they didn't question one's past too hard. During her time there, the woman had rapidly fallen in love with the place.

As he stood, she frowned a little though. Those hisses and groans...in the two turns they had spent together(sort of), she had never heard such sounds spill from his lips. Oh, the foul language, the curse had spew forth nigh daily, but those sharp breaths, and wincing movements...As they started walking, it did not improve. In fact, it seemed to almost worsen. Even with the aid of his hand on her shoulder(why had she not flinched away like she had so many times in the past? Was it just that he was so obviously injured, and she was not beaten and bruised any longer?), he was having quite the problem moving. She wondered if she should call someone to help carry him...

But then her shoulder felt lighter, and she glanced sharply at him as he stopped and took it back. As he reached for the leather satchel around his neck, her eyes widened a little. She knew what that was, for it was one of the very few things he had shared about his life and past before her. His mother. And the way Astral fought the man giving it up...And then he was offering it to her.

The sudden look she gave him could melt the hide off a wherry. It wasn't precisely a glare, but more of a 'what the fuck are you doing, you're being a bloody idiot' look. Taelana remained in that still position, holding that expression for several lengthy moments. Then she reached for it, and shoved it back at him, her cheeks going red as she bristled, ”Stop being a drama baby. It's a couple more doors down.” Then she started walking again. Luckily, her room really was relatively close, and if he really needed to, he could roll himself along the wall to reach it(literally, she did not care), ”Come on. I don't have all night.” She waved a bit at him as she went through the doorway, leaving it open for him.
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He narrowed his eyes at her and wanted very much to snap at her, but he didn't have the strength to argue, and perhaps he was glad that he didn't have to give up his mother yet. Too tired to put the packet back around his neck, he held it close to his side, in his fist, and started to move forward again. Astral moved from his ledge and landed on his shoulder, because he wasn't going anywhere without the careful, watchful blue, and certainly not with this young woman whom the blue recalled from ages past as someone that could harm his human. Why and how? Well, from what the firelizard remembered, she had been in a position that had been difficult, and he had been a watchful little beast. He had seen what had happened at the camp, and he knew what some of the slaves and servants had done. He wasn't going to let her do the same to his Feraliss. It didn't matter how tiny he was, he was best boy, he would protect his man.

When they reached her room, Feraliss reached out for her before he could collapse and curled his fingers in the folds of her shirt, making sure he held on with all his strength. "If I survive, we're going to talk." It was said in such a gruff voice, that it didn't even sound like him, and he was certain that he didn't recognize himself. He wanted nothing more than to collapse somewhere, and he looked around, because he needed to get off his feet again. It hurt to stand and he was getting dizzy again. He wouldn't be able to stand for long. "Now that I'm here, what do you need me to do, because I'm about five seconds away from passing out, and unless you want to lift my heavy ass yourself, I would suggest you start directing me, or at least let me sit down while I work."

As it was, his fucking sides her, his entire body hurt, the wounds that were half healed hurt, the one that wasn't wanting to heal hurt. His head which was probably concussed times twenty hurt. He grimaced and held onto his mother, then knowing he would either have to put her on, risk her getting wet, or risk her getting lost, he did the next best thing - he wrapped the leather band around the small parcel, gave it to Astral who knew how important it was, and watched as the large blue found a safe place to perch and watch them both as he curled up around it like it was an egg to keep safe, guarded, and protected.
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She paused as she felt his fingers curl into her shirt, and for the briefest of moments she felt her throat close with panic. How many times had he grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her, beaten her, used the hold on her clothes as a handle to steer and shove her around? Her entire body tensed, and she was torn for an instant between whirling and slamming her fist into his face, or bolting right back out the door. But no...That wasn't quite her, was it? Her mother's voice echoed softly through her mind, reminding her that kindness was important, just as important as anything else.

So she just froze, glancing at him, her face set. They were going to talk? What the fuck did they have to talk about? Nothing. She would patch him up, and once she was sure he wasn't going to die on her, or anytime soon, she would kick him the shells out. She had no interest in sharing any of her life with him, in any form. This kindness was just because he had set her to escape, and because he had stopped his father.

”Over there, on the cot.” She started walking towards said piece of furniture, then turned and gently push pulled his arm until he plopped onto the bed. Once there, she stepped away and gathered up a few supplies out of the chest of drawers against the wall, ”If you can't take your shirt off, I can't guarantee I won't cut it off...But you might not care...It's pretty ragged...You know what...” She rummaged around in the chest some more, and pulled several articles of clothing out, eyeing them, ”I think the last Candidate that had this room left these...Looks like he was about your size...” Setting the clothes and supplied on the table, she glanced back towards him to see what he had done.
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He didn't bother hesitating. It hurt to move in that way, but he managed somehow to get the shirt off. It was relatively easy to do, and any pains were ignored with bites of his tongue, or swallowed grunts. He tossed aside the pieces and fell back, closing his eyes as he did, and fuck, was it a relief to lie back and not have to be on his feet. It was tempting to just close his eyes and sleep, but he knew it was best to stay awake just a little bit longer. He could manage that, he told himself, the survival of the last few months telling him it was in fact possible to keep his eyes open even if it didn't seem that way.

He turned his head to watch her, curious to see what she was doing. Was she going to do anything to him, he wondered. She hadn't said anything to him about his claim that they needed to talk, not that he had anticipated that they would. Where she might have seen that they had no reason to say more than a handful or half that of words to one another, he could see plenty that needed to be said before he went anywhere beyond the walls of this place.

"You realize..." It didn't matter if he spoke loudly or not, his voice would carry to her back, bounce to her ears. "If I leave this place when you're done with me, they'll find me and come for you." It wasn't an exact lie. "They told me that. When they kept chasing me. That if they found me, they would come for you. You need me... Tali." His mouth curled, because he knew how she would respond to being called the pet name he had given her once upon a time.
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