09-25-2016, 03:11 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
Truly funny how the world works. The cogs spin and the gigs whirl silently behind the watch face that was the bay woman. Dark eyes are quizzical and unapologetic as she listens to the mares. There was so much tension, so much suffocating attitudes in the atmosphere that is was practically choking her. Vaka had joined Naga when the dark woman had offered her a home. There was nothing more to the decision but now...now Vaka questions her decision.
These women, these Amazonian women seemed to act like spoiled children. Were they not grateful to have a land to call home? Did they not appreciate that someone had rallied and mercilessly strove to carve out a bit of Beqanna that was left? There are slotted eyes, sharp tongues, and just a nastiness that saturated the atmosphere. It is not unknown that Vaka is a new face, a new sister that desired to pledge herself to the Coast, to her new home but these women held to the old Beqanna and their old traditions. It is the fighting and spitefulness that had plunged them into this situation and STILL there is an ugliness that surrounds them. Vaka can not help but sigh softly in the disappointment she feels when she stands near the others. Even as a new member, she can feel the seething resentment some have for others. It was absolutely devastating to witness.
The ruddy mare stands quietly, still listening. It was not her place to step forward and offer any words. Vaka's dark eyes instead watch, studying these women ...their words...their body language. If they did not stop acting this way then Vaka did fear that history was bound to repeat itself. The Coast did not enslave them or bind them anyway to the land. It had to be their own love for their home, their desire to follow their leader that would tie them to their home. If there was none of that within them...well, perhaps they would be better off seeking a home else where if they could not come to terms with the situation or look passed their own interests or motivations.
Beqanna was much too young and too broken for such defilement. Vaka counted her lucky stars to have found a home some place that welcomed her, wanted her there. For all they knew, they could have ended up at Pangea! Vaka snorts lightly at the last thought. A life with Carnage was absolutely no life at all. THAT was an enslavement.
These women, these Amazonian women seemed to act like spoiled children. Were they not grateful to have a land to call home? Did they not appreciate that someone had rallied and mercilessly strove to carve out a bit of Beqanna that was left? There are slotted eyes, sharp tongues, and just a nastiness that saturated the atmosphere. It is not unknown that Vaka is a new face, a new sister that desired to pledge herself to the Coast, to her new home but these women held to the old Beqanna and their old traditions. It is the fighting and spitefulness that had plunged them into this situation and STILL there is an ugliness that surrounds them. Vaka can not help but sigh softly in the disappointment she feels when she stands near the others. Even as a new member, she can feel the seething resentment some have for others. It was absolutely devastating to witness.
The ruddy mare stands quietly, still listening. It was not her place to step forward and offer any words. Vaka's dark eyes instead watch, studying these women ...their words...their body language. If they did not stop acting this way then Vaka did fear that history was bound to repeat itself. The Coast did not enslave them or bind them anyway to the land. It had to be their own love for their home, their desire to follow their leader that would tie them to their home. If there was none of that within them...well, perhaps they would be better off seeking a home else where if they could not come to terms with the situation or look passed their own interests or motivations.
Beqanna was much too young and too broken for such defilement. Vaka counted her lucky stars to have found a home some place that welcomed her, wanted her there. For all they knew, they could have ended up at Pangea! Vaka snorts lightly at the last thought. A life with Carnage was absolutely no life at all. THAT was an enslavement.
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