RP:Making Amends
Gorkall gripped his brothers remains tightly in his arms as he face off over the cliffs view. The Ogre dangled his legs as he sat on the very edge staring off down to Kelay. The tip of the tavern in his view. A deep breath was exhaled at the chilled fall air rushed over him. The Ogre turned the urn about in his hands and was whispering to it softly to himself. Why he was away from Gamorg was unknown, and why of all places he had come here was also a mystery.
Awne laughed softly as she ran ahead of the dragon, a basket in hand for their picnic "Hurrrry up you slow drragon!" she calls happily back, running off to the wider part of the cliff to set the basket down, grabbing the blanket inside and unfurls it with a flick of her hands, smoothing it along the ground with a smile; she beginsto set out the food, some sandwiches, salad, potato salad too and of course some water and wine to drink. A breeze ruffles her hood down and a scent to her nose; turning to the edge to spot the ogre.
Trishtar was laughing as he gave chase to her, calling out in a soft voice "Slow? I'l show you slow.." Seemlessly in the middle of the sentence, he would appear in a light wisp of purple behind his wife with a hand around her waist...and a passionate kiss meets her lips as he doesnt even notice the Ogre in their midst.
Gorkall heard a shuffling behind him. A few familiar voices chiming into his ears. Turning his head to look over his shoulder he would catch sight of the dragon embracing his feline counter-part. A simple smile was given as he turned back to cast his eyes out over the view again. "My luck these days..."
Awne giggles faintly to the kiss, pulling away from him with a warm grin, turning back to the ogre "we have company." she says softly to the dragon. He wasn't yelling, he wasn't attacking...maybe he was sick. Bending, she takes a sandwich from the small pile and smiles to her dragon before moving to the ogres side, offering the sandwich to him, she had made a number of different ones, this was one of the dragons, with thinly sliced beef. "arre you hungrry?" she asks softly.
Trishtar turns around to see just who the visitor was and felt his blood boil at the site of Gorkall. What the hell was his problem?! Just the other day they had been enemies and now he was smiling?! He wasnt sure what angered him more...the smile, or the fact that Gorkall was right there before him. Immediately, in a puff of purple smoke he would vanish...but appear hidden beyond the cliff, watching...and waiting.
Gorkall took a deep breath and released a sigh as he overheard Awne and then the footsteps that began to approach him. He held Og's ashes tighter between his arms. Feeling some kind of fear that Awne would try and take him away. Though once she arrived and spoke he turned his head to look to the sandwich. The Ogre shook his head and spoke from behind the demon maw that hung to his visage. "No. I don't eat things like that." His eyes shifted from the sandwich, to Awnes eyes, to the view. Staring now to Milious planes off in the distance.
Awne tilts her head faintly as she watches him. It wasn't in her to not care, to turn away and pretend he wasn't there, she did that for one person and even then it was a struggle. Smoothing the skirt of her blue dress and white cloak she sits beside him, placing the sandwich in her lap, she tears off peices, holding them up to her shoulder where a golden beak darts out to steal it, the second peice stolen by a smaller white one. "you don't seem...yourrself today Sirr Ogrre.."
Trishtar had to hold back a scoff. How long would it be until he tried to kill his wife? He stayed there below the edge, the Ogre's feet within arms reach as he clung to a rock effortlessly. One sharp tug...thats all it would take and then hed be rid of this bastard.
Awne nods her head, continuing to feed the beaks in her hair, a chipmunk in her pocket, scampering out to steal some too, sitting in her lap. "you usually yell at me." she says with a faint smile to him "you arren't yelling...so something must be wrrong."
Trishtar eyes the feet with a dark gaze...something not right about him this time. His hands twitched, but he was able to hold back...out of respect for his wife.
Gorkall rubbed his right thumb against the violet urn. His gritty finger wiping a small amount of dirt across the surface. His breathing was still and emotions low. "If I recall correctly, I wasn't yelling at you the last time we met at this location. When the bug arrived."
Awne 's smile stays as she nods "trrue...maybe it's this place then.." she chuckles faintly "I'd have to make surre we meet herre morre often then if need be, you'rre calmerr." She pulls a bit of beef from the sandwich and offers it to him "it's not like you may like it..but it's still meat..." she looks to the urn with a sigh "how arre you feeling?"
Trishtar appears behind Awne and says in a scoff. "No but if I recall correctly you were the one who threatened our house and loved ones. You expect me to believe that this calmness is sincere? If -I-recall correctly...you and us are still enemies Ogre..." His eyes were much darker now, and he thumbed over the pendant that Makenaka had given him.
Gorkall had contemplated on the offering for a moment and began to reach up to take it. It was then Trishtar had made himself known. The Ogre quickly lowering his hand back down to grab Og and hold him tightly. His head turned over his shoulder to look at Trishtar while he spoke. Once the dragon was done her turned back and focused once more at the view. "Enemies..." Gorkall let his gaze fall from the planes over to the edge of Larket, from which he could see what looked to be ants shuffling to and fro.
Awne frowns up at the dragon "trrish.." she says softly, a repremand and a plea for him to be calmer. She offers her hand again with the meat "we arren't going to take Oggy...I wouldn't do that to him orr his memorry." She watches him awhile "would you like to talk on what it is that's on yourr mind?"
Trishtar gives an audible snort and leans up against a tree, looking at the ground with an angered gaze. Clearly the Ogre was haveing some difficulties accepting death. Hed have to get used to that if he wanted to be a king.
Gorkall saw the meat being offered once more in the corner of his eye but would not acknowledge it. His appetite had disappeared. He stared to Og with a deep gaze and shook his head to Awne's question. "Nothing to talk about." The sun began to set across the view. The rays of sun blaring across the land and aimed directly into Gorkall's face. His horns glimmered in this light and his armor seemed to act as a mirror stained with blood. He ran his tongue across his chapped lips as another gust blew over the trio. He wondered why they were wasting their time with him. He hadn't tried to interfere with their picnic. In fact, He only cast them a single glance.
Awne sighs softly and retracts her hand, looking down to it. She stands, lifting the cipmunk to her shoulder "if you want to talk...we'll be overr therre." she says softly, moving back to the blanket to take her seat, setting out a small bowl of seeds from the basket before resting her hand down. The small snowy owl the dragon gave her and the slightly bigger cockatrice chick hop down and to the bowl, perching on it to pick at the seeds, the chipmunk following to snack. Pleased, the feline sets to a sandwich of her own, vegetables, and nibbles at it.
Trishtar eyes Gorkall for a moment before sitting at the blanket, and taking a sandwhich and starts to nibble as well, eyes always looking at the Ogre every so often...just to keep an eye on him.
Gorkall didn't move as Awne retreated back to her picnic area. He didn't even feel anger towards the dragon who seemed to be waiting on him to make a move so he could fight. It was strange to Gorkall, here he was. A beast of war, not wishing to fight. He grew confused about what he truly was. He knew he wasn't like the other Ogre's of Gamorg. But he also knew that he must be to remain their Champion and hopeful King. His mind went to Iktomi, Kumi, Hameirak, and all the others he had met outside of Gamorg. He even thought of Strend, the first person to speak to him as if he weren't a mere Ogre. Gorkall whispered something beneath his voice as he stared deep to the urn. He turned it around a few times in his grip before taking a very deep breath as his mind turned to the memories of Og. He hugged the Urn to his chest with his right arm as he placed his left to the edge of the cliff. At the blink of an eye, Gorkall pushed. His body fell over the edge of the large cliff. He closed his eyes as his arms wrapped tightly around the urn. He felt no fear, in fact he felt no emotion as the wind beat hard against his body. The Ogre hair flailing in the air as the ground came closer to him. The setting sun seemed to lower as Gorkall did and the shrouding darkness began to cast over the land. The Ogre was only moments from death as the thoughts of his brother soon became those of being reunited.
Awne had looked over in time to see the ogre fall, the words from the dragon that washer hope, left her unsure. So she took a chance. Standing and running the feline removes her cloak, the fabric fluttering but the feline had jumped over the edge after him. She tucked her body to try and go faster to him, in hindsight, she could have just as well called the roots of a tree nearby to catch him but..well..yea hindsight. As such she was plumiting after him, at least she was catching him, she was smaller than he was making her fall bit a easier in her elongated state. Reaching a hand out, she stretches reaching, grasping what little part of his clothing she could grab and called to her light quickly. Eyes wide as she watched him the golden bubbles emerage and float around them, enmasing, folding around them and just before they were to rejoin the land and the end of their lives they vanished. Appearing back at the top of the cliff, away from the edge with a soft thud to the ground, the feline perched ontop of him panting and flushed from the rush of air. "what is the matterr with you!?" she exclaims at him.
Trishtar had smirked, hoping that the Ogre would meet his death...but was mortified when he saw his wife re-appear. Striding over to her he picks her up like a kitten by the scruff of her neck, completely safe, and carries her away from him to what he deemed to be a safe distance. "Obviously...He wishes to end his life. If he hadnt spurned me whenI spared him before I would have helped this time...but honestly? I care not at the moment....once his people learn that he tried to kill himself I am sure they will be needing a new leader."
Gorkall felt the wind stop beating against his body. His eyes slowly reopened and he was in dismay to see that he had been replaced on the cliifs top. He couldn't hear Awnes words as the ringing in his ear had grown loud. Though he saw Trishtar pull her away from him. The Ogre looked down to his stomach and felt relief as he saw Og still in his arms. Leaning up he crossed his legs and gripped the urn tightly as he stared to the ground. He was unsure how he had been saved but figured the healer to have something to do with it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and began to rethink the situation. It would be just as easy to jump to the cliff again, but he figured the healer would simply intervene with his death once more. He only wished to be with Og, and couldn't imagine why the white feline would help him. Had it been her in his shoes, he would of simply watched her fall. Wouldn't he?
Awne bats the dragons hands away "stop that, I'm not going to sit herre and let him kill himself Trrish!" she frowns at him and stomps back over to the ogre, kneeling in front of him. She was set to yell at him again, but took notice of his posture and the way he clutched the urn and sighed, taking one of his larger hands "Gorrkall.." she says softly, she'd never used his name before, never felt like she had permission to but at this moment...well... "Oggy rrisked himself to keep you safe...he wouldn't want you to fall like this...you'rre the one that made it so imporrtant to die in battle..but you go and jump off a cliff? I miss him too but he wouldn't want you to not live yourr life!"
Trishtar rolled his eyes at the pathetic display before him. Really, he had half a mind to just get up and leave. But he would be damned if he left his wife alone with him. "If you wanted to die...You could have just come to me." he muttered under his breath. He at least, would not have hesitated.
Gorkall felt Awnes paw grip his hand and for once did not pull away. He raised his head to face the healer but could not find his voice to speak. He would then turn to look at Trishtar. The words of the dragon causing no emotional conflict in Gorkall. It was strange for the Ogre to remain calm with such an heartless ass before him. But he managed to keep it still. He looked back to Awne and pulled his hand away from her placing it back to the Urn. He seemed hell bent on defending the urn. As if he was terrified to lose Og again.
Awne sighs softly to him "Oggy's not going anywherre...His spirrit made it to the goddess, wherre he can bask in victorry and do what he pleases forr howeverr long he wants." She rests her hand gently on his cheek, tilting his head back to look at her again, offering him a patient smile "Prrotecting his memorry doesn't mean joining him...what would he say to you rright now if he saw you?"
Trishtar thought deep inside his head 'Probably that hed need Awne to heal his spirit and mind.' Then, saying perhaps the most kind thing yet to the Ogre that hed spoken, he says "He would want you to remain alive...to be able to protect your people. I don know him as well as Awne but I think that -anyone- that was as close to you as Og...would say somethig along those lines." There was no emotion in his voice, no anger or kindness....though the words were most likely the kindest he was going to get for a while.
Gorkall let Awne lift his head only to allow it to drop back down. The urn was still gripped tightly in his arms as he sighed deeply. He finally cast a glance to Awne. "You should of let me fall." He then turned his head to the water dragon. "You should of drown me." His head would then lower back to the urn. "I'm not like the others. I'm the only thing keeping them from death since Gruz abondened us. But if I were dead, at least I would be with Og now."
Awne sighs and pushes the ogre's arms out of the way wrapping her own around his neck. "you'rre wollowing in self pity, Oggy went with you because you prromised him something he missed, he stayed with you because he was loyal. He wouldn't want you thrrowing yourr life away just so you could see him again. Rrememberr him how he was, rememberr the good times with him and how much you two loved eachotherr as the brrotherrs you werre." she pulls back to look to him him sternly "You don't need to be the same as everryone else, Oggy was differrent than everryone and that made him special and wonderrful! That was what made Og, Og. and it's what makes you who you arre, you have the makings to lead, to speak with otherr leaderrs and show the worrld that ogrres arren't what the legends and storries say; you can do grreat things but you have to be willing to continue on."
Trishtar said to you, "Dont Tempt me. I could very easily do it again but the only thing that is stopping me is Awne. Though if you truly and honestly want me to end your life and re-unite you with Og then I of course will most happily oblige. I promise you it will be swift, painless...you wont even see it coming." He was dead serious, that much was certain though it was an honest offer with no malice behind it. Clearly this male did not wish to live and would do anything to end his life, so why not help him on his way if his mind was made up? Now he spoke to Awne "Love, its no use. He wont get over this, hes made that clear."
Gorkall didn't move at the touch of Awne but he also didn't take her words to heart. As she pulled away he shook his head. "I don't understand why you try to give me peace of mind, while our past is nothing but blood filled." He then looked to Trishtar and snickered. "You can do whatever you wish. You seem to think your the bad ass of these lands. Then so be it, take a downed mans life. I wouldn't argue. It seems all your after is blood, no matter if its innocent or muddied." He simply returned to cradling Og. He was sure Trishtar would make good on his words and assault him, but what the hell did he care.
Awne turns to snap a glare at the dragon, fur raising up "trrish, eitherr be quiet orr leave." she says, annoyance in her tone. Turning back to the ogre, she sighs and lets her hand fly, smacking against his cheek with an echo of the slap. "snap out of it!" she growls at him "This is who I am, you saw one bad side of myself that I have rregrretted since ourr meeting, you have rrefused to see past it since, but this is who I am, who I have showed you beforre that you have ignorred. yourr life is imporrtant! Stop being like this!" she rests a hand to the urn "Og would be devistated, he would roll in his grrave if he had been burried!"
Trishtar shrugged his shoulders at the ogre's words. "I dont think Im a bad ass....Im just tired of seeing a pathetic emotional Ogre whos supposed to be a leader of his people. This had nothing to do with what I want, I was being sincere in my offer of giving you what you wanted. If you think its more honorable to die at your own hands then fine, whatever." Turning to Awne he says "Fine. Coddle the Ogre whos acting like the biggest baby ever. If RYuu or Tsura acted like this you wouldnt put up with it, so what makes this male so special? But you two do what you want....Im out of here." He then vanishes without even a second thought.
Gorkall felt the sting of the slap on his cheek but he had no consequence to the action. He ignored Trishtar as he took his leave. The Dragon seemed hell bent on causing Gorkall emotional distress and anger. Yet the Ogre couldn't let it get to him. As Awne touched the vase with Og in it, he finally showed some of his old emotion. He jerked the Urn away and a snarl spread across his visage as a low growl rumbled from beneath his throat. "Don't. Touch. My. Brother." His glare set upon Awne and took a few moment before it was allowed to die down. He took a deep breath and nodded his head to the west. "You should follow your husband." He looked to the picnic blankets and shook his head. "I didn't mean to interrupt your... evening." Gorkall honestly didn't care what he had caused but it would seem his disorder was becoming more and more rapid on the even side of things. He didn't wish to be a brute, but then again he did. He didn't care anymore. The moon was now high above the remaining two and Gorkalls eyes went back to fixating on the object he had held dear for the past few hours. Og.
Awne narrows her gaze to him "he's my brrotherr too Gorrkall. You don't have to accept that but it's trrue. and I miss him dearrly, my childrren miss him dearrly, and I know that he would hate to see you like this. If he can see you now..." she shakes her head and moves away from him, back to the forgotten food that she begins to pack up again with a mutter "stupid male." she says, stuffing things away in the basket.
Gorkall listened to the woman and snarled once more. "And you have half of him! This half is mine! Don't touch him!" As he was called a stupid male it simply went back into his mind that she thought this because of his race. Though he wouldn't let it get to him this time around. He saw the woman packing her things and decided to simply wait for her to leave until he would try his attempt once more.
Awne didn't leave though, she grabbed the wine bottle and the container of potato salad and sat in front of him; her friends weren't done with their seeds anyway, "stupid males, get one thing in the worrld that annoys them orr makes them sad and suddenly the worrld's ended, dammit I gave birrth." she grumbles, "stupid male. jumping off cliffs, thrreatening to kill me, thrreaten my family, lose one perrson in theirr life...lost five people in mine, don't see me trrying to kill myself anymorre." she grumbles, shoving the container into his hand "eat it." she growls at him, fighting withthe bottle to get the cork out.
Gorkall raised his sorrowed eyes up to face Awne and suddenly found himself chuckling lightly at her display. He shook his head and stared to the food offered and made a disgusted look. Pushing it away he sat Og's urn between his legs and reached into his satchel pulling out a raw human limb that seemed to be the age of a teenage. He bit into the appendage and blood slid down his chin. Wiping it away he tried to avoid eye contact with Awne, knowing she would disprove of his food choice.
Awne continues to grumble biting at the wine bottle, now grumbling about the audacity of the bottle refusing to give up it's contents. Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath and calms herself, using a claw to pull the cork free, and two glasses. She pours, and offers him one, red wine with the smell of apples. She glances to the leg and shifts, stealing the potato salad again to munch on it "male orr female.." she asks softly.
Gorkall simply shrugs as he takes another bite out of the leg. "Dunno... Mm... Goblins get 'um from cenril." He spoke with his mouth full. He reached to the wine and eyed it awkwardly before taking a sip of the beverage.
Awne nods her head faintly "oh.." she says faintly. reaching back into the basket she bring out the other salad, normal and green with tomatos and what looked like eggs and shreded cheese. she eats slowly, taking out a few more sandwiches and setting them between them both "it's not so bad to brroaden horrizons.." she mumbles into her food "Og liked my cooking.." she mumbles softly, her eatting paused as she sighed at the thought of him again
Gorkall waves his hand to her food. "I've tried it all. The taste of raw flesh just has a texture no other can match..." He looked to Awne now as he finished his meat and tossed the bone to the side. "Why are you here right now?"
Awne shrugs a shoulder "enjoying a meal with a view." she says softly "and spending time with someone that needs the company."
Gorkall eyed her for a moment before turning his head back to the view. The Ogre scratching at his horns for a moment. "Your husband seems determined to put me in a grave. Why aren't you the same way?"
Awne sighs faintly "because that not who I am. I heal, I value all life." she looks up to him "I'd soonerr heal someone that hates me than leave them die anywherre..it's who I am."
Gorkall release a 'hmm' from his throat. His eyes falling to the earth for a few moment before turning back up on Awne. "So I see... Then perhaps I have judged you too quickly. You are an ambitious one. Someone that clearly never gives up." Gorkall says this with some annoyance near the end. "Perhaps ending your life wouldn't be as beneficial as keeping you around." The Ogre's dulled gaze shifted lightly taking in the felines features. "I believe we may have gotten off to a wrong start after all."
Awne sighs softly, at least he was starting to get it...what she had been trying to tell him for a long time. "I agrree.." is what she finally says. Sighing, she holds her class up "new frriendship?"
Gorkall eyes his empty glass and then Awnes own and simply laughs. Raising his hand to pat her shoulder. "An alliance first. Friendship later."