Post by Synistergrrl on Jul 26, 2012 11:46:09 GMT -5
~The bayou and the plantation had become home. It was safe here, even as the outside world raged on. Scout's anger was pushed into making sure the defenses around the place were upped and that noone could get in or out without being escorted. And their lives took on some semblance of balance after what happened. More har came from the Deadmen in New Orleans bringing with them a few more humans and other tribes that had escaped, and for the most part their little world was blossoming there into something of a hidden city. It soon became known as Ciel D'asile... Heaven's Asylum. It was the place that everyone felt safe. A garden was started, more horses were found, cattle, sheep, goats, chickens. Everyone had their part to play and it was on some level a sanctuary for others. Some came and stayed a short time, recouping and then left. Others came and couldn't find it in their souls to leave.~
~Linx was the first to become with pearl. Ofcourse that night he'd tried to seduce Nails had been successful. The redhead would give Linx anything he asked after all. Bast was next. It took some coaxing to get Zev to agree, but it happened one dark night when the heat was lifted by a cool breeze. And then Spirit was last. He gave in mostly because Zillah was so angry about things and he knew it would ease the har some. But it changed once it happened and Spirit was thrilled with the creature growing inside him. Whatever anger and grievances Zillah and Spirit had with one another ended then and there, least while Spirit was pregnant. All the harlings were born a few months apart. And then others began to produce as well, some showing up with pregnant har, having heard Orion and Spirit were the ones to go to. It was all falling into place.~
~So as the harlings grew, the group became more tightly nit and looser at the same time. Bonds were made, friendships put together and some har who had been doubted before were tested and proven true. Their life there was blessed compared to the world outside where the humans last battles were fought and finally they were given up and dying off.~
~As the Freybriah approached, it was decided that being there were so many coming of age that there would be a giant celebration for all. As the time approached, less then a month, more and more har were showing up. It was a time for tribes to get together, make matches, share stories, swap supplies and goods. It was a time of celebration of being har.~
~Flint and Lori sat on the fence as a tribe of har started to roll in. They seemed like a rough bunch, soldiers for sure. But there were others with them. Soft, pretty har who were obviously there to take care of these soldiers. Flint nudged Lori as the group passed them by, whispering little observations into his ear about the har.~
Look at 'em. They all look like they seen battle... warriors. Bet Zillah could still hold his own 'gainst them though.
~But Lori would have his attention drawn to a pretty honey blond har sitting on a palamino horse. He was riding beside a har who looked dangerous and rough. But none of that really mattered. This blond was beautiful. Soft and stunning, and his clothes enhanced that, all soft materials and embroidered with gold and green thread. He looked like some prince or something. His long hair was loose down his back and his eyes were the color of a tiger's eye, golden and slightly slanted, like a cats. There was an almost haughty way he was sitting and when the rougher har leaned into him, he smiled this secretive smile and bent into the har, purring into him a little. But in those eyes was a wildness that screamed that he might let this har think he owned him, but the truth was, no one did. Those golden eyes flashed over to Flint and Lori and rested for a moment on Lori's gaze, a slight smile curling his lips. This was Nisha. And this har, this kalamah was Lori's undoing.~
~Linx was the first to become with pearl. Ofcourse that night he'd tried to seduce Nails had been successful. The redhead would give Linx anything he asked after all. Bast was next. It took some coaxing to get Zev to agree, but it happened one dark night when the heat was lifted by a cool breeze. And then Spirit was last. He gave in mostly because Zillah was so angry about things and he knew it would ease the har some. But it changed once it happened and Spirit was thrilled with the creature growing inside him. Whatever anger and grievances Zillah and Spirit had with one another ended then and there, least while Spirit was pregnant. All the harlings were born a few months apart. And then others began to produce as well, some showing up with pregnant har, having heard Orion and Spirit were the ones to go to. It was all falling into place.~
~So as the harlings grew, the group became more tightly nit and looser at the same time. Bonds were made, friendships put together and some har who had been doubted before were tested and proven true. Their life there was blessed compared to the world outside where the humans last battles were fought and finally they were given up and dying off.~
~As the Freybriah approached, it was decided that being there were so many coming of age that there would be a giant celebration for all. As the time approached, less then a month, more and more har were showing up. It was a time for tribes to get together, make matches, share stories, swap supplies and goods. It was a time of celebration of being har.~
~Flint and Lori sat on the fence as a tribe of har started to roll in. They seemed like a rough bunch, soldiers for sure. But there were others with them. Soft, pretty har who were obviously there to take care of these soldiers. Flint nudged Lori as the group passed them by, whispering little observations into his ear about the har.~
Look at 'em. They all look like they seen battle... warriors. Bet Zillah could still hold his own 'gainst them though.
~But Lori would have his attention drawn to a pretty honey blond har sitting on a palamino horse. He was riding beside a har who looked dangerous and rough. But none of that really mattered. This blond was beautiful. Soft and stunning, and his clothes enhanced that, all soft materials and embroidered with gold and green thread. He looked like some prince or something. His long hair was loose down his back and his eyes were the color of a tiger's eye, golden and slightly slanted, like a cats. There was an almost haughty way he was sitting and when the rougher har leaned into him, he smiled this secretive smile and bent into the har, purring into him a little. But in those eyes was a wildness that screamed that he might let this har think he owned him, but the truth was, no one did. Those golden eyes flashed over to Flint and Lori and rested for a moment on Lori's gaze, a slight smile curling his lips. This was Nisha. And this har, this kalamah was Lori's undoing.~