Cleanliness, Flamma; names

[Gatsby]

The dead do not rise, The Spina's response was terse for the first time this evening. It was as though she could sense something else was coming, constantly looking over her slender shoulder at her Umbra sibling. Before Geoffrey could walk over there, before any harsh tones could break out, a bond fell into place so neat and tidy. No matter what my brother happens to think, the dead do not rise here, T'Rae. Reborn perhaps. Even then, a machete is not the answer.

Of course she was dead wrong. But that was about the time that Geoffrey and Meliai were going at it. That was about the time that all the Flamma fell silent. All but one.

No.

And again, No. The Umbra was, try as she might, struggled to her hooves to get away from Da'chetre. She didn't want bandages or even life. The cyborg was right. One must die for the others to be saved. Silently and as one, the other Flamma turned to watch as their darkest sibling took a step for the sea. And another. It wasn't easy, being battered like she was. She fell once, twice. The third time she didn't get up. Her nose was nearly in the water when she resigned to her fate. Our Lady wanted her to live. She had half a mind to go with the one who would've had her dead. That is, until another joined her near the water's edge.

Stop those tears, Meliai. That's no way for a lady to act, Her voice was quiet and the bond tentative, The metal man was right. I should have died. But perhaps Our Lady's second chance may help me save you instead.

It was at that very moment that it was all over. Whatever had been keeping the Flamma seemingly frozen in the time was gone. And so was the peace. Thunder rumbled in the distance and it would be curious if that wasn't The Lady's doing herself.

Come Da'chetre, The Karmic Devotion Deus called to the Horansi who had been left behind, While you may not have heeded my words earlier, you do have quite the spirit. Let us discuss what it means to be breakable elsewhere, though. I sense a storm coming on and I'd prefer not to get washed out to sea before we have a chance to really speak.

His twin was finding his own bond. The saffron creature had crossed over the sands, leaving a set of slight hoofprint next to a pair of heavy footprints, It does not do well to retreat like that, Geoffrey, pointedly ignoring his sister and T'Rae, he continued, One might question your dedication to your… beliefs.

Somewhere else, an easy bond was falling into place, Maybe I am bigger than you, Lucas. I do cast off this nice light. Bet I shine taller than you. The Columba let out a good, heart laugh, And I'll hold you to it, boy who wants to walk on water.

Less good-natured was a bond happening across the way. When everyone was talking again, the Pavo wasted no time with the Professor, You are welcome. And of course I cut them off. I don't want to be dragged down because of their blasphemy. I'm saving myself. If they don't want to be saved, that's their prerogative. And don't be silly, I'm certainly right, Professor. Is that your name? No matter, I'll show you I'm not in the wrong soon enough. The Pavo had turned to head back the way he had come, Besides, family is a human concept, not one of Our Lady.

The end indeed.

OOC| Sorry this ending may seem a bit abrupt, but with my laptop dying and it being finals week I had to actually write the post out by hand and picture message it to T'Rae so it could happen. To those with half finished descs, they'll be up ASAP. They're currently stuck on my external hard drive. If I have to rewrite them, I will. Also, I reserve the right to any wilded Flamma. If you're dead set about redeeming for one, talk to me. Most importantly, thanks for sticking with me through this bonding. It was tough with all the RL going on around me. I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed it as much as you could. <3

[Geoffrey A-13]

Good. Meliai deserved to be miserable for a while if Geoffrey had to be miserable. The dryad fell on her many exceptions in Geoffrey social circle, but that didn't mean her unhappiness was exempt from making him feel better depending on circumstances.

For the immediate moment, however, Geoffrey was blocking even that out, blocking out anything that wasn't repeating a mantra in his head to himself that he must not kill anybody. That idea had been a deep, dark, festering and secret thing and fear, and suddenly Meliai had shoved a metaphorical knife into it a dozen times. T'Rae's words barely got through to him, but they did manage to get through, even if it didn't do much to make him feel better. So what? He didn't care if she understood what she was saying. It still hurt like a bitch and didn't undo any of it.

It was in fact because of T'Rae's attempts at soothing and somewhat distracting him that Geoffrey was paying enough outward attention to hear when the Deus Flamma addressed him as well, although he did not answer for a moment. Part of him wanted to be wild up, the mostly he was already to defeated now today to put up a fight right now and merely passively accepted the new intrusion into his life. Harai could rest assured, however, that later on Geoffrey would not be so willing to peacefully except such accusations.

ooc| This bonding was... not what I expected xD But it was intense and I appreciated it and of course appreciate Harai <3

[Da'chetre]

“Ask him how I last died!”

Those words from Geoffrey pulled Chet’s attention away from what he was doing. He grinned at the man—he liked that story. He would gladly tell it to Meliai. While that whole scenario had ended badly, that particular bit against Geoffrey had been immensely satisfying, and he wasn’t going to be upset to tell anyone about it. Sure, from the sounds of it it would be something that would upset the Dryad, but if she couldn’t handle a little death she needed to be taught a few lessons from the Mandalorian book of Awesome.

But Geoffrey turned and walked away, and sadly Mel decided that she didn’t want to hear the story, anyways. She, too, walked off, clearly distraught by the things that had been said to her. Chet went back to his work—or at least tried to. It didn’t last long when the Umbra declared a solid ‘No,’ and stumbled away, much in the same direction that Meliai was going. Chet didn’t try and stop the dying Flamma—if she wanted to go he wasn’t going to fight her on it. Even his hatred for Geoffrey wouldn’t push him to being that silly. At least she was trying to die on her own volition, right?

But it wasn’t to be, she didn’t make it to the water. He watched as the Umbra drew to Meliai and the cat nodded to himself, content in that. Live or die, she’d made her choice. He set the medical kit aside on the sand, thinking it might be time for a quick swim to rid him of the blood.

Thunder rumbled and one of the twins was talking to him, Chet’s attention on the glowy deer as he wasn’t quite sure what he was getting himself into as the Deus clearly claimed him as his own. Still, the creature wasn’t exactly disagreeable to him, and was curious enough to find out more about these strange Flamma. He offered a nod to the would-be-killer of the Umbra. “Not live far,” he assured the humble Flamma. “Take you home, call you Nau’ul, yes?”

What does it mean? came the inquiry, the Deus wanting to be certain it suited.

“I think… light from a candle, you say?”

Candlelight… Yes, I do believe that will be just fine. Come, Da’chetre.

((Yikes! Thank you, Gats, for another wonderful and fun bonding! It was great and I’m excited to have my very first Flaaaaaamma. Nau’ul will be fun. 8D))

[T'Rae]

T'Rae had little to say to the Spina, she resisted the urge to laugh at the idea that the dead did not walk here. Perhaps T'Rae would share the story with the Spina, at some time in the future, now was obviously not the time. As the Bond fell into place there was a certain irony in the fact that that the risen dead walked the very household that the Spina had just joined with surprising frequency, just because T'Rae pushed the thought far from her mind didn't mean it was any less fact, after all.

The bond was accepted though, if not openly addressed. If anything the Vulcan actually liked the Spina quite a bit, and their argument was one that was likely to continue at another time, when it was more appropriate and T'Rae was not trying to calm the cyborg trying to restrain himself. Tonight was obviously not the time to try and address Meliai, to apologize for her part in starting this and try to explain to the dryad what she had done, hopefully she would have a chance later. As much as it never did seem to work out that she had a chance to actually speak with the dryad.

When she did manage to collect her things and return the medkit to her bag, sorely regretting that she had brought it out to begin with and trying to swallow the guilt that she had, in a way, incited this; when she returned home with the Spina, only then would she finally address her. "Reincarnation is a nice sentiment, Nahr, for those who haven't already lost the chance." Sure to incite an argument, but an argument for another time, T'Rae had vanished just as soon as she had said it, intending to delve into her own meditations.

[WELL THAT WAS INTERESTING 8| Also thanks Gats, Nahr is a great addition to the pack of Spina, and a fantastic debate partner |D ]

[Meliai]

So hidden away in her distraught thoughts she did even hear the small protests of the Umbra, nor see her struggle until the flamma was already at the shoreline. The dryad watched, fascinated by the will of this creature. For someone who sought only to preserve life it was puzzling to see someone who wanted to die. But Meliai and this creature were more alike than she realized yet. If a choice had been given to her to improve and save the lives of others, Mel would gladly give her own. Even for a stranger. She had already proved this for the sake of her own bonds. But even as the flamma stretched her dark muzzle toward the water, it seemed fate had a different different plan.

The bond shuffled quietly into her mind, a small flicker like the first moment she had felt the Umbra's heart against her palm. Small, but with the promise of growth and strength. The two, small and frail physically, were a perfectly matched pair.

The dryad;'s tears stopped the moment she knew this creature was to bond to her. The immediacy of this charge took over her one track mind. What she had done and said to Geoffrey was certainly not forgotten, but it was filed for a later time. There was nothing she could do about that for the moment.

The metal man was right. I should have died. But perhaps Our Lady's second chance may help me save you instead.

Meliai certainly felt like she needed to be saved right now. As far as she had come and as strong as she was getting, she still felt weak and helpless. But tonight she would not resent the sentiment. Tonight she would embrace it. There were still hundreds of questions she had not considered about fate and faith. Perhaps this battered little creature could save her, or at least lead her to a place where she could save herself.

Not bothering to look back at how everyone else was fairing, the dryad scooped the umbra into her arms. “Let's go home Shadoe...” The flamma rested in her arms for a bit, but they did not even leave the beach before she squirmed in Meliai's arms.

Wait. I want to try and walk. This fate is my burden to bear, not yours. Meliai understood the feeling all to well and placed Shadoe carefully on her hooves. She would never deny her the chance to stand on her own, even if the walk home would be long and difficult, they would get there. The umbra suddenly had a lot more time than she had resigned herself to. Besides, how could she ever be expected to save anyone if she could not first save herself?

((omagosh, this bonding got so crazy! I am very happy to have my first flamma though and she is perfect. Thank you so much!!))

[Lucas]

“I will walk on water!” Lucas snapped at the Flamma, though his irritation was not as of yet that great. The Columba was, after all, proving to be a good natured shiny after all, and the bond that snapped into place was not completely unwanted. Perhaps if our Our Lady blesses you with such a gift. the Columba mused, taking a few steps away from the ocean, as if to urge Lucas to do the same. They were done here, after all, and there was no need to chat besides the lapping waves any longer. But for a while, Lucas simply continued to stare at the water, watching as the water collapsed into itself, fists clenched at either side. For a minute the Columba could have sworn that the young man would attempt the feat. But instead, Lucas turned around.

“I’ll laugh when I prove you wrong.” His face was calm, a wry smirk spread over his face. “And then we’ll see who’s bigger, Quentin.” It was an odd introduction to his own name, and the newly named Flamma returned the smile to his bonded. It seemed that the young man had missed his remark of His Lady entirely, but that was no worry, not now anyway. He could ease ideas of His Lady onto Lucas steadily, for now he was sure that the water manipulator would provide a sufficient amount of entertainment until that point. I suppose we shall see, then. He returned with a nod of his head, turning as Lucas backed away from sea and walked further inland, towards home.

“And who’s our lady? We have a lady?” Quentin smiled. He’d have fun, indeed.

[Mree, he's the perfect first Flamma for Lucas. Thank you <33

[The Professor]

He couldn't even get a word in edge wise, but before frustration over took him, he came to a realization. He didn't want, too. There was a huge part of him that knew judging this Pavo by the actions of Ritesh was wicked and not something that he should do, but he had a sickening feeling that fighting with this male, just like with Ritesh, would be completely useless and would just make him even nuttier. So, he wouldn't fight he would say his peace and then hopefully that would be the end of it. Even though he knew full well that it wouldn't be, he would be forever haunted by his decision to disagree with the Pavo, but he just couldn't pretend that he agreed with what was being said. Of course the Renegade was so far into his inner battle that he barely noticed the Pavo making his way back the way he came before all of this started, but when he did he jumped into a slow jog, still somewhat tender, and caught up with the retreating form.

"You are allowed to your opinion, and while some of it makes great sense I do not agree with all of it." He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept pace beside the male. "Just because they believe or feel differently than you do, doesn't mean that they are going to drag you down. That only happens if you allow it and you seem far too strong willed for something like that. Besides they may not think they need to be saved." He stopped talking and let the silence engulf them, there was no destination that the Time Lord was aware of, but perhaps the Pavo was leading him somewhere, somewhere to prove just how right he thought he was.

When asked if that was his name he gave a nod and a hum of approval. "Your name would be Hywel." He was stating not asking at the moment, though the approval would be appreciated. When he got no sound of disagreement just the continuous shuffle of hooves he smiled to himself and relaxed his posture. He hadn't realized he had been so tense until that moment when it left him. When he finally spoke again his voice was quiet. "You try to convert me if you choose, but you should be warned, I am not human per say and I value family." That point of that? Family wasn't just a human concept, and whether the Pavo liked it or not he was not apart of the Time Lord's family.

You appear foolish or you are foolish, either way it does not matter. I will show you, soon you will see.

It wasn't the argument he was expecting but it was still a bite. Here starts the beginning of his conversion, and that conversion would be hell.

[ooc; I am sorry about how long this took, stress was eating my muse! But either way I love him! He is going to give the Professor hell and this thought pleases me far more than it should xD Thank you so much. x3]