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 Broken Blades and Shattered Hearts [Conan Alinari]
Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jun 4 2018, 12:16 AM
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Cahira slipped cautiously along the riverside. She was near Caldo now, or what remained of it. The heat of the day alone warned her of that. But even as the day slid towards night, and her journey became slower, she didn’t want to stop. She longed to see Idris once again, to speak with her and see if this concept of the Dragon Guard would indeed return. But all Cahira knew of Idris was that she lived in Attirac, a most inhospitable place to such as Cahira. Though she had not been raised on hatred of Caldo, she strongly disapproved of their culture, of what she saw as loose morals and an informality that bordered on disrespect. But the thought of a group of women warriors who bonded together to protect women was too much of an opportunity aligned with her own goals to pass up.

So she had steadily traveled south along Rukieh’s River. Tonight, she would rest where the river splitting the Maple Valley and the Marsh met the desert. The young ice warrior found a small clearing on the bank, outside of the realm of the valley that burned. Here the trees were cloaked in orange and golden leaves, but no fire grew to worry her. It took a short while for her to set up a firepit, gather wood, and roll her bedroll out. As the sun dipped below the trees, she set up a chunk of meat upon a sharpened stick to roast. Dinner was going to be simple things until she reached civilization again.

Not long after, her eyes turned and scanned the forest in the dimming light. There had been the slightest sound that alerted her to somethings presence. One hand rested on her blade as she spoke, calling out firmly. ”Who goes there? Show yourself.” Her demand was accompanied by Cahira rising to her feet, blade draw,n.
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Conan Alinari
 Posted: Jun 5 2018, 12:54 PM
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• they don’t know where we’ve been ; we got that concrete street skin •

The world was changing, and Conan Alinari hardly recognized it anymore. Before, they had only each other to contend with, grappling for power over territory or inching toward the impossible idea of snuffing each other out through victory in battle and celebrating each other’s losses. They were not alone in this endeavor for destruction anymore, however. It would appear that more powerful beings than any he had encountered before now roamed Eudocia and sought to either snuff out all of them or demand the people of this world bend to their will just as Sunil had.

He hated it, and right now he hated it more than usual. The ill-fated discovery of these powerful beings had left him not physically crippled, but emotionally, as the greatsword that had once belonged to his father had been damaged enough that he no longer had it strapped to his back. The vulnerability and sense of nakedness that came with its absence had driven the young man away from Caldo’s borders in wolf form, smothering the void with a set of sharp canines and deadly claws.

Conan traveled to nowhere in particular, but habit had him trotting in the general direction of the Marsh, where so many days of his youth had been spent at Nathaniel’s side on the periphery of war. His mind wandered, drifting somewhere between blankness and general irritability, so when the smell of a campfire and cooking meat caught his attention, he was apt to ignore it until a feminine voice challenged him from the trees.

Pausing where he stood, the golden wolf turned and shifted smoothly back into human shape. No amount of vulnerability would be able to chase Conan away from a challenge, and so he languidly stepped through the brush and into the young woman’s line of sight. With a swift sweep of his own fiery gaze, the warrior swiftly determined that she was certainly not a friend, which automatically made her foe. “I am Conan Alinari. And who are you, to be traveling so far south?” His crimson eyes leveled on hers, regarding her and her drawn blade calmly despite the hostile and predatory tone of his words.

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jun 5 2018, 04:35 PM
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Cold grey raked over Conan, taking in his golden hair and well muscled appearance. Her nose wrinkled almost automatically in disapproval as she realized he wore nothing but a simple pair of trousers. Golden-tan skin greeted her cold gaze though, and she couldn’t help the brief flush across her cheeks as she tore her eyes away for a moment. He was rather attractive but to admit such… She could feel her sister objecting even from beyond death at the thought. But, never one to back down from a challenge herself, her icy eyes met Conan’s blatantly Fire-blooded gaze. Discipline kept her from raking her eyes over his form in appreciation of it, keeping their eyes locked as wills clashed. His own gaze was crimson, giving her stance a bit of wariness to it.

Alinari. The name rang like fate, familiar from lessons she had learned at her father’s elbow in his diplomatic duties to Aver. Alinari. Conall Alinari had been one of the fiercest warriors within Caldo, had wreaked havoc within the Frost family because of a poorly made decision by the Military head at the time. Conall’s reputation during her father’s time was only a step below the Lorelei that parents had used as a bogeyman on children. The amount of blood he had spilled on Averian foes was impressive and also terrible. But more recently, during the war…. Karin Alinari, the mate that Conall had ventured into Aver to rescue, had forged the tenuous alliance between Aver and Caldo. From her father’s words, she had been an impressive woman, holding strong when others might have broken.

More so, when Sam had made that fateful decision to kidnap her and gain revenge upon Conall, she had been pregnant. Was this Conan Alinari the child of their union? These thoughts and the knowledge that formed them raced through her mind in seconds, making her wary. Even if Conan was a younger son, perhaps a second union, the name Alinari alone gave him a formidable reputation as a warrior. As a warmonger. The wariness within her grew. She was trained, but even with him unarmored, she was unsure about whether she could beat him in a battle. A lifetime of fighting among what was left of Caldo was more than the few years she had, despite her determination and discipline.

Slowly, the tip of her sword lowered, a subtle but clear sign of not wanting to jump into battle with him. Her voice came cooly with her own introduction. ”Cahira Murdock. And as my feet have not yet even touched the territories of Caldo of old, let alone what is left of it, my business in the area is no business of yours.” Cautiously, she reached with her talent to feel his emotions. As she expected there was anger and rage near the surface. One could expect no less from a Caldonian, particularly one from such a prominent family. But beneath that was… pain, and loss? Her eyes softened slightly, and her sword’s tip lowered further toward the ground.

Curiosity, that fateful flaw she had inherited from her mother, drove her to wondering what had caused the turmoil within Conan’s emotions. Her voice came once again, gentler though still cool. ”We are in neutral territory, Alinari. Here there is no need for us to be enemies this night. ” She radiated calm at that moment, moving slowly to sheathe her blade. No longer did she challenge, but she didn’t back down either. One hand gestured an invitation for him to join her, if he wished. ”It has been a long day for me, and undoubtedly the same for you. Would you like some food?” The offer was tentative, unsure of his reaction to her civility. Nervousness raced through her. Caldonians were not rumored to respond in civilized manner… and his half bare appearance was not helping her mind in judging what he might do.
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Conan Alinari
 Posted: Jun 20 2018, 09:02 AM
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• they don’t know where we’ve been ; we got that concrete street skin •

In the brief moments of silence shared between them, Conan observed a calculating sort of recognition coming from her gaze. It was one of the few that he had cared to learn how to read on the faces of his adversaries – the realization that who stood before them was none other than an Alinari and therefore not a person one would normally want to tangle with. With that realization came his own satisfaction even as he absorbed more of her beyond the first glance. Her paleness, almost ethereal in nature, begged to label her an Averian either by blood or also by flag. Even with the training of a warrior, these areas so close to the war-torn perimeters of once-Caldo were not safe for any woman, let alone an outsider.

Then her own name came, and in Conan’s casual expression came his own flicker of recognition. The Murdocks were another well-known family hailing from Aver, just as he had anticipated. Ulysses had sat in the very same seat as his own mother when the monarchies were still in place. Despite the general hatred between kingdoms, he was widely recognized as a talented and therefore dangerous leader, one not to be underestimated to the degree that the queen he served often was.

A sneer began to form on his lips, preparing himself for a verbal spar at the very least, but then Cahira’s stance and readied sword faltered, and a softness seemed to come over her. Not only that, but the familiar words of wariness and defense changed into ones of invitation and truce. Suddenly, Conan was thrust into an interaction he not only didn’t understand, but didn’t trust. His hackles invisibly raised in this form, and he eyed her from where he stood, refusing to move in the current moment. “What sort of Averian trick is this?” he asked, making no attempt to hide his suspicion in her generosity. But beyond that, he had no words to say, finding himself unable to conjure a verbal backlash to what at the moment seemed to be genuine kindness. Instead, his jaw set, visibly clenched, and his muscles tensed as he mentally prepared for some sort of trap to unleash itself.

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jun 21 2018, 09:44 AM
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Cahira finished sheathing her sword and looked at Conan with a single raised eyebrow as she felt him bristle. Were he a wolf, his hackles would be straight up. His suspicion and aggression were palpable, but more important was the confusion that laid beneathe both emotions. He readied himself for a trap, and Cahira forced herself to remain calm, her attitude as welcoming as one could expect from the Icy heritage she held. Slowly, to ensure he didn’t see her movements as a threat, she tugged her gauntlets off and let them fall to the ground. One bare hand ran through her platinum locks to neaten them, and they fell in short dissarray around her face.

Glacial eyes met his crimson flames evenly, and she blinked slowly at him. ”No tricks, Alinari. I am not my father, so wily in the ways of politics that one must always seek the hidden meaning within my words, nor was I raised with the Frosts’ grudge against your family. I seek no quarrel with you this night.” Her voice was a low, even alto, firm in its resolve. The last thing she really wanted to do was fight Conan. Between his reputation and what she saw before herself, it didn’t look like a battle she would win. She kept a close eye upon his emotions, lest his anger spike at her words as she continued. [b]”A battle serves neither of us just now. Perhaps on a distant battlefeild we may cross swords, but tonight I seek truce. Tonight, I do not wish to be enemies. Will you sit at my fire and share a simple meal with a traveling warrior?”

Once again, her hand drifted in a motion of invitation to him, gesturing in part to the meat on its stick. It wasn’t truly cooking, yet, but the scent was beginning to spread as it warmed. Unknowingly, she held her breath, waiting to see if his reputation was correct. Would he simply launch into battle for no better reason than her bloodline? Or was there sense and reason within him? She knew of the warrior and his ferocity in battle, but what was the man beneath that?
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Conan Alinari
 Posted: Jul 8 2018, 09:56 AM
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• they don’t know where we’ve been ; we got that concrete street skin •

Life was, in some ways, simply a long series of interactions. Conan had had countless of them over the years, from sparring with his peer group throughout his childhood, to taking up swords against a very hostile world, even to the forging of friendships with a select few of his fellow warriors. Bits of kindness had been interspersed throughout those interactions, but only amongst his own people. This… whatever this was, this civility of an obvious enemy, was confounding and aggravating.

Conan felt the uncomfortable itch of a new situation crawling beneath his skin, and his stance refused to relax even as the Averian woman evenly proclaimed she wanted nothing to do with wars and enemies this night. To Conan, whose entire character had been built on the blade of a greatsword, coming face to face with a warrior who supposedly did not want to fight made about as little sense as an entirely foreign language. His suspicion did not ease, but he did finally take a step forward after a prolonged bout of hesitation.

“Is Aver so tired that their warriors have given up the fight completely?” He verbally jabbed, unable for the moment to break out of what familiarity he could conjure. “I have a hard time believing that. And I have a hard time believing a warrior such as yourself is traveling this close to Caldo for no reason whatsoever.” His two-toned eyes blazed as they bore into Cahira, but he did finally step forward again, just to the edge of her fire. The meat she had gestured to was not yet ready to eat, and Conan was unsure whether or not he’d stick around to actually consume it yet. Tricks or not, however, he would not be able to turn around and venture away without knowing why this bizarre woman was so close to home.

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Cahira Murdock
 Posted: Jul 9 2018, 11:52 AM
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Cahira understood his rising aggravation with her. She was not following tradition, leaping straight into battle with a Caldonian. Particularly an Alinari, most Averians would happily attempt to take his life. And perhaps, three weeks prior, she may have tested her blade. But Idris, the unlikely ally, had helped with her view of the world. They lived in a different world now than that of her parents. The gods walked among them, and the old traditions of determining enemy by creed or element were no longer something that worked. Even with her icy nature clinging to tradition, she knew that it wasn’t useful.

Despite her distrust of the Alinari name, their bloodthirsty reputation, this was a new world, and a new world demanded new traditions. So she, along with the rest of her generation, would forge them.

His suspicion didn’t waver, but he finally stepped forward. The single step brought him further into the light, and his continued aggression, and verbal jab received the same look that she would have given a toddler throwing a tantrum. In fact, it was the same look she had given to all of her younger siblings as they grew up. Ultimately calm, her response to his verbal jab was cool, and rote lesson. ”The key to a great warrior is knowing when it is the right time to raise your blade, and when it is best to lower it. What you believe of Aver’s warriors is none of my concern.” She refused to rise to the bait into aggression, instead moving to adjust the meat to be closer to the coals, adding another chunk to cook over the flames.

She felt his eyes boring into her, and after finishing adjusting her meal to come, her grey gaze rose to meet his without challenge, but with firm resolve within it. She allowed her control over her emotions to relax slightly, allowing them to show through her expression as she looked at him. Her voice was thoughtful, and her eyes gentled slightly, even as they remained cool in the face of his blaze. ”Perhaps, I have reason, and perhaps it is fate, Alinari.” She had no intention of telling him that she sought Idris. Instead, she shifted her stance slightly, forcing herself to be seem at ease.

Her eyes ran over him once again, unable to deny that he was, in his own way, a work of beauty. But inside… she wasn’t sure just how much of him was so beautiful inside. He was filled with aggression, with anger and pain. Pain. The empath within melted at her icy control as she hesitated. But after a moment of silence stretched between them, she finally spoke again, voice almost warm, concern lacing her tone lightly. ”What is it that pains you, Alinari?” She could not avoid addressing the pain that she could feel within him, and perhaps her father would have advised more subtly, but she was not subtle like Ulysses. Cahira was direct. Conan would either speak with her or launch into attack.

Idly, she wondered if a battle would actually help him, or if it would merely leave him unsatisfied, hungering for more blood to fill the void within him.
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