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Featuring Holokai | Stallion | Chieftain
with mention of Lohané , Kitana , and Kelahia
Summer, Year 2001
Kahukura Island, Hihiri

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"What's going on?"

"Did you hear?"

"The Warchief-"

"She's covered in blood!"

"She said it was..."

"How did this happen??"

...

A hush fell as Holokai stepped onto the beach, where much of the tribe had gathered to form a crowd. The mood was already ominous, but all eyes fell on the chieftain as his massive hooves stepped calmly across the sand. The colt that had come bolting up the mountain path to fetch him had said only that it was urgent- he was needed on the beach. Whispers undulated about the crowd like waves upon the shore as he passed among his people.

As the great stallion passed through the crowd, he was unprepared for the scene that greeted him on the other side.

"Loha-"

He felt as though all the breath had been pulled from his body. The once-beautiful form that lay still in the sand before him was stained crimson and brown with blood. Brilliant blue fins and scales that had once glistened in the tropical sun were now dull and torn, and the pale, creamy coat dirty and bloodied. In his chest lay the epicenter, a jagged, gaping wound still spilling blood onto the sand, despite having been carried through the salty ocean waters. His eyes were still open, glassy gaze empty, pointed off across the horizon.

Holokai stepped up to his old friend and touched his nose to his cheek, tears welling in the old stallion's eyes. "Has someone sent for the Holy One?"

"Yes, Chieftain." Came the disembodied response from somewhere in the crowd.

To Holokai the voice may as well have come from across the sea. His mind felt slow; muddied. He couldn't string his thoughts together. All he could do was stare at the lifeless corpse of the one he would call his best friend. They, along with the Holy One, made up the leadership of the entire Hihiri Tribe. Holokai had even presented himself for the Chieftainship to Lohané- he could remember like it was yesterday. Without a Warchief, they were unbalanced. Out of sync with the Trinity.

Slowly, the burly stallion lowered himself into the sand. He reached one of his massive claws out and touched his friend's shoulder. Closing his eyes, the Chieftain prayed.

Et, mother of all who walk upon the land, please look after Lohané, for he dedicated himself to defending your shores.
Seysh, patron of all warriors and creatures of the sea, do not let Lohané's soul wander. Please welcome him to your holy Guard.
Chlos, first among the gods and father of the heavens, watch over Lohané, and the family he leaves behind. Cast your daytime and your nighttime eyes across the land, and the sea, and the sky, and if there is a soul to blame for his death, please bring justice for our fallen Warchief.
Trinity, I beg for your guidance in this great tragedy. Help me to honor Lohané, to provide for his family, and to protect my tribe.

Raising his head, Holokai looked across Lohané's still form to the warrior that lay sprawled on the beach, still catching her breath from carrying his body to them. He felt drained, tears carving a path down the short velvety hair of his face. Kitana. Her name sounded like Kelahia's. He had made note of her, hoping she might be able to help his daughter when the ancestors saw fit to name her warrior.

With sadness heavy in his voice, he addressed her, "What happened?"

The spotted mare raised her head to regard Holokai with an odd expression. Was it disdain he saw, hiding just behind her eyes?

"It were her what did it. Kelahia."

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In response to:
A Brave HeistFeaturing Kitana, and Lohané:
Summer, Year 2001 | Tangaroa Island, Hihiri

Kitana (384)
Breathe in, breath out. It was important to stay calm but to never let one’s guard down. To stay alert to one’s surroundings and to think quick. Luck, after all, did not come by quickly or all too often. And luck had given Kitana a weakened and injured Lohané.
Suspicions had arisen in her the moment Kelahia, Lohané, and herself had been returned to where they started. Why had, she assumed, the trident teleported them out so suddenly? Was it a reaction to having placed it in the stone construct? Something about that did not seem right. The gods were tricksters who liked to set up complicated games and mazes, things that looked like one thing but was really another.
So, why had they been sent out of the ruins?
Lohané was injured – more injured than Kitana had

Skill Point Earnings
+ 2 Skill Point - Headshot + Detailed BG [No Skill Shown]
+ 2 Skill Point - 400-999 word lit [No Skill Shown] (WC: 611)

In which Holokai loses his best friend and his eldest child in one fell swoop

Description
Featuring Holokai | Stallion | Chieftain
with mention of Lohané , Kitana , and Kelahia
Summer, Year 2001
Kahukura Island, Hihiri

<- prev | | next -> Anywhere But Forward

"What's going on?"

"Did you hear?"

"The Warchief-"

"She's covered in blood!"

"She said it was..."

"How did this happen??"

...

A hush fell as Holokai stepped onto the beach, where much of the tribe had gathered to form a crowd. The mood was already ominous, but all eyes fell on the chieftain as his massive hooves stepped calmly across the sand. The colt that had come bolting up the mountain path to fetch him had said only that it was urgent- he was needed on the beach. Whispers undulated about the crowd like waves upon the shore as he passed among his people.

As the great stallion passed through the crowd, he was unprepared for the scene that greeted him on the other side.

"Loha-"

He felt as though all the breath had been pulled from his body. The once-beautiful form that lay still in the sand before him was stained crimson and brown with blood. Brilliant blue fins and scales that had once glistened in the tropical sun were now dull and torn, and the pale, creamy coat dirty and bloodied. In his chest lay the epicenter, a jagged, gaping wound still spilling blood onto the sand, despite having been carried through the salty ocean waters. His eyes were still open, glassy gaze empty, pointed off across the horizon.

Holokai stepped up to his old friend and touched his nose to his cheek, tears welling in the old stallion's eyes. "Has someone sent for the Holy One?"

"Yes, Chieftain." Came the disembodied response from somewhere in the crowd.

To Holokai the voice may as well have come from across the sea. His mind felt slow; muddied. He couldn't string his thoughts together. All he could do was stare at the lifeless corpse of the one he would call his best friend. They, along with the Holy One, made up the leadership of the entire Hihiri Tribe. Holokai had even presented himself for the Chieftainship to Lohané- he could remember like it was yesterday. Without a Warchief, they were unbalanced. Out of sync with the Trinity.

Slowly, the burly stallion lowered himself into the sand. He reached one of his massive claws out and touched his friend's shoulder. Closing his eyes, the Chieftain prayed.

Et, mother of all who walk upon the land, please look after Lohané, for he dedicated himself to defending your shores.
Seysh, patron of all warriors and creatures of the sea, do not let Lohané's soul wander. Please welcome him to your holy Guard.
Chlos, first among the gods and father of the heavens, watch over Lohané, and the family he leaves behind. Cast your daytime and your nighttime eyes across the land, and the sea, and the sky, and if there is a soul to blame for his death, please bring justice for our fallen Warchief.
Trinity, I beg for your guidance in this great tragedy. Help me to honor Lohané, to provide for his family, and to protect my tribe.

Raising his head, Holokai looked across Lohané's still form to the warrior that lay sprawled on the beach, still catching her breath from carrying his body to them. He felt drained, tears carving a path down the short velvety hair of his face. Kitana. Her name sounded like Kelahia's. He had made note of her, hoping she might be able to help his daughter when the ancestors saw fit to name her warrior.

With sadness heavy in his voice, he addressed her, "What happened?"

The spotted mare raised her head to regard Holokai with an odd expression. Was it disdain he saw, hiding just behind her eyes?

"It were her what did it. Kelahia."

------------------------------------------------------------

In response to:
A Brave HeistFeaturing Kitana, and Lohané:
Summer, Year 2001 | Tangaroa Island, Hihiri

Kitana (384)
Breathe in, breath out. It was important to stay calm but to never let one’s guard down. To stay alert to one’s surroundings and to think quick. Luck, after all, did not come by quickly or all too often. And luck had given Kitana a weakened and injured Lohané.
Suspicions had arisen in her the moment Kelahia, Lohané, and herself had been returned to where they started. Why had, she assumed, the trident teleported them out so suddenly? Was it a reaction to having placed it in the stone construct? Something about that did not seem right. The gods were tricksters who liked to set up complicated games and mazes, things that looked like one thing but was really another.
So, why had they been sent out of the ruins?
Lohané was injured – more injured than Kitana had

Skill Point Earnings
+ 2 Skill Point - Headshot + Detailed BG [No Skill Shown]
+ 2 Skill Point - 400-999 word lit [No Skill Shown] (WC: 611)

In which Holokai loses his best friend and his eldest child in one fell swoop