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what you need is an older guy, - Sobeille - January 12, 2025
if u have time <3
@Sivaak,blood-drinker the black-scar had called her; sobeille's gaze swept the full of her battle-heavy figure. the scything scars. the gruesome glint of her glittering burgundy gaze calling to mind blood in moonlight. such a deep and immeasurable color.
i been t'inkin'.a dangerous concept.
when my season comes --here she glanced at the woman to measure her reaction to such a thing --
i want to be findin' a man dat brings me strong daughters. 'ow do you know which one t' pick?
chani had said she would race the men. sobeille envisioned she would fight her suitors. but what of sivaak? how did this fierce muradoii measure men when they were, at times, so lacking?
RE: what you need is an older guy, - Sivaak - January 12, 2025
always got time for sobeille!!
sivaak snorted, the sound sharp and derisive, though not without a hint of amusement.
you fight,she said bluntly, as though the answer were obvious.
you fight them, strange girl. make them prove. weak man cannot give strong daughters.
her voice now rough and edged with disdain.
men are good for one thing: what they give. after that, they are nothing. you take what you need, then send them away. no room for their pride, their noise. only strength matters. if he cannot prove it, he is not worth it.
sivaak tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as she regarded sobeille.
you will know which one to pick. when his blood stains the ground and he still stands, you will know. but only then. no sooner.
RE: what you need is an older guy, - Sobeille - January 12, 2025
you fight them, strange girl. a sense of relief came to sobeille, who had felt foolish uttering such designs to chani that bleak day in mid-fall.
chani's solution had been so elegant, and here sobeille was, suggesting barbarism in the face of polite company.
but sivaak had more in common with the daughter of the shoreline than sobeille had with chani - for all their shared blood, a world of difference lived within them.
this, among many other reasons, was why sobeille did not yet run.
what 'appens if 'e overpowers me?sobeille mused, knowing she was but only an average fighter. she'd failed to kill either mae or cygnet and such failure festered within her.
and she was small -- woefully small -- which left something else troubling unsaid.
wat if 'e --here a great welt of some unbidden emotion rose in her; of disgust and anger and shame.
she fell silent, her masked face one of careful thought.
'ow many children do you 'ave, sivaak?
RE: what you need is an older guy, - Sivaak - January 14, 2025
sivaak’s crimson eyes rested upon sobeille, great contemplation upon her scarred face. expression unreadable but heavy with thought.
if he overpowers you,she said,
he proves himself strong.
she pauses for a moment, head tilting as if mulling over what she'd say, and then her teeth click. she says:
but that does not mean you are weak.and at sobeille's great hesitation, the disgust that screws up her face, sivaak knows what has bled her mind then. it is a rancid possibility, but one all too possible. a cruel obstacle. but one that could make a girl stronger. better or for worse.
then you wait. and when he sleeps, you kill.
and that is that.
the question about children gave sivaak pause. she said nothing, and was nothing, for quite some time, staring off into the distant horizon, a face full of no emotion and repulsive scars. and after a long silence, she says:
none. but not for lack of trying. no man has yet bested sivaak...she trails off.
that sivaak was not related to.
RE: what you need is an older guy, - Sobeille - January 15, 2025
in sobeille some dove of hopeful thought took flight — and the first of a darker ideal nestled in that suddenly vacant space, its black tendrils outstretching their cnidarian arms around her.
knowing she could not bring herself to love a man, sivaak’s words burned within her.
she was not weak.
as silence draped around them sobeille followed the scarred hunter’s gaze. she wondered of those scars; how each one had been laid or earned — and the fates of those that pressed their permanent mark on something as tender and enduring as flesh.
then sivaak spoke again. feeling an alien flutter in her chest, sobeille turned her chin.
is dat who gave you dem scars?