Of Manes And Might

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[[Once again Im doing this in bits on my phone, so do check back until you see 'chapter end' Gimmie a few to type it out too, this is just the space saver.]]

Miian padded quietly along on all four paws, ears flicking about at the sounds around her. The sharp click of her freshly made metal claws on the stone, the pings of picks against the mountain's insides, the creak of the leather straps around her chest that hooked her to the small cart she had fashioned to make her job easier, it was a strangely soothing melody to the chaos that had ensued just hours before...

Miian stopped, looking up at the cavern roof as her eyes dulled. Her father.. he had found her.. he had wanted her back but.. she had refused him. Why? Why was she so angry, and yet so sad? Why did she wish he had held her still, but at the same time, why did she wish to drive her claws into his neck..?

Father.. why did you come now? Why didnt you come when I needed you most? Why didnt you protect me from the orcs father? Why did you not come for me when I shivered in the cold white? Why do you chose now, after I have healed and grown, to find me? Why after two years...? Why not back then, when I needed you?!

Miian let out a roar of fury, turning and grabbing the edge of her stone cart and flinging it over. She set her paws to her head, glaring down at her feet. She couldnt understand... all the times she cried, begged for someone to save her, nokha came. Ever since the orcs stole her, it was always a nonkha.. Ever since Kjell found her in the snow, he had cared for her.. provided for her better than her own kind, given her more attention and love than she even thought possible. One tiny being fawned over her more than an entire pride. Even Thel's obsession with her could not compare.

"Gem are ye alrigh'?" Asked a gruff voice. Miian looked beside her, setting back down on all four paws with a sigh.

"Aye I'm alright.. jus' a wee bit angry I suppose.." Miian mumbled out, ears still drooping slightly. More and more her voice had changed, slowly taking up the accent along with her second name. She didnt mind it much, being called 'Gem' by the little ones. To her it was another form if affection, considering they went into a frenzy whenever they spotted jewels, it was almost endearing. The small kha dipped her head further, setting it against Kjell's chest with a low whimper. The dwarf frowned, scratching at her nape in hopes of making her feel just a bit better.

"Cemmon Gemmie, it'll be alrigh'.."

"I know I know.. Its just sore in me 'eart is all.. he's still my father... I still love him.."

"'E ain't no fadder, abandoning 'is children like that, no dwarf fadder would do tha' and ye knuw it!" Kjell barked out, drawing a low grumble from the spotted feline. She sighed, pushing up to her legs as she unbuckled her chest harness, pushing the cart over to dump the load of cobble in a heap beside the ovens. Mylander, another dwarf who cared for her, gave a slight wave before wiping his brow, shoving chunks of coal into the ovens as he tended the slowly melting stone within. Miian reached out, giving the stout little fellow a pat on the shoulder before setting back on all four paws, prefering the lower point of view. Made it easier for the dwarves to reach her ears to rub too, always a much enjoyed benefit of the lower height. She grinned as Kjell did exactly that while the two walked side by side down the forming walkway.

"Oh, one-eye.. can ye tell me more about why dwarves make such a fuss over that patch of fur on your face?"

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Miian sat there on the bridge, staring down at her reflection with a sour expression. She tilted her head, claws raking through her hair as she grumbled in thought. It had definitely become smoother now, her fur gaining a sheen that it didn't have before. Something was still missing however, though she couldn't quite place it. The small kha stood, looking herself over in the water, the sight bringing a slight smirk to her muzzle.

Lean muscle twitched under soft cream fur dappled with cinnamon, long legs made to run and jump, restricted only by the tight canvas shorts she had made from a pair of dwarven blacksmith pants. She tugged the waistband up slightly, ears flicking about, they sat a bit low on her hips and were rather tight, but they covered everything at the least.

With a light huff she tightened her belt, stub tail flicking under the leather strap. She tugged the hem of her shirt, debating weather or not she should wear it this time. The pondering carried on for several minutes before she picked up her corset, lacing it up from the front carefully. Light glinted off the now golden claws, the delicate engravings of dragons that spanned the wicked hooks seeming to withe across the smooth metal. She folded the leather flap over the laces, snapping down the metallic etching that spanned the stomach. The tiny kha smiled, she had changed so much, grown to be strong and fast, she was no longer a kitten by any means.

The smile faded quickly, ears snapping back to her skull. Kitten. She was far past kitten age, but her culture would say she still is. Memories flooded her mind, flashes of her fathers back as she followed behind. Her brothers snarling at each other as they wrestled int eh tall grass of the kitten den. The sight of red water flowing towards her as she screamed. A pair of paws yanking her up and tossing her to her elder brother. Blue eyes much like her own staring at her, soft brown hair falling over them

"Mother! Mother hurry!"

"Run Roska! Mommy will be right behind y-"

Miian shook her head, wiping at her wet muzzle. No, it was best not to think of the past. All that mattered was now. She fluffed up the back of her hair with a sigh, turning and padding away into Mount Ire, brow furrowed in determination.

Yes. All that mattered... was now..

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[Praetor 1550]

Hmmm....So Akeron found you? o.o Shouldn't a gone to bed I guess :3.

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Yeah, and Miian refused him in her shock and turned away from him. She feels that he abandoned her when she needed him most, and only came to find her when it was convenient for him, she's kind of mad at everyone at the moment, even herself, which is really going to fuel some things for her personality a massive amount and cause major lashouts. I might even have to get her a villan app in time if she is groomed to become more violent.

[Praetor 1550]

Sounds fun, I'l enjoy being in close proximity with her o3o. Oh, and

She couldnt understand... all the times she cried, begged for someone to save her, nokha came. Ever since the orcs stole her, it was always a nonkha..

Hmmm?????? And what about poor little Zaky? :o

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You never found her crying and hurt now did you~? And you cant count when she was getting her new claws! So far youve shown up when she was already calmed down or was in that state of 'someone, anyone, comfort me...' that people tend to go into after getting all their rage out.

Shes actually a bit mad at you at the moment too, since it was dwarves that chased down and saved her when her father picked her up and ran with her, not you. So do expect lots of dirty glares, cold shoulder, and lack of snuggling up against you on the giant pillow.

[Praetor 1550]

Awww...D:, my snuggling! Damn the timezone :(. They suck. I always miss out on almost all the cool stuff o.o;

GET HURT EARLIER IN THE DAY! =O

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[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.