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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 7:27 pm
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[Back Log]
Ijara wished there had been other alternatives to this. While his conversation with Torm-Hasiera had left him... hopeful, the situation had not changed and Torm-Bukaera's actions were starting to have a negative effect on his work, which was unacceptable. He has taken to the use of the tunnels that were still in their final stages of completion to make his encounters with the other leopard cease; his knowledge of his home coming into play for reasons he never would have foreseen. The consequence of using these routes being that the diggers were in full audience of his travels. With the constant looks, questions on how he was doing? Was everything going alright with the Council? Was he taking enough breaks? There were even a few who outright asked if they needed to come up and beat someone into mud. Ijara was sure that if he hadn't dissuaded them, the whole work group would have marched into the Council Chambers and demanded justice for the unknown problem plaguing him.
Which led him back into the present. The Council Meeting was just in its final stages of closure and Ijara watched as most of the others got ready to depart with tired eyes. A small part of him, the part that was not crushing him with perceived failure, was pleased that this was all about to end. The constant vigilance, sensation of a gaze always trained on him, and the aversion to physical sensation had slowly been draining him, and the diggers all had seen that; he was exhausted.
But he was going to bring this to a close here.
Ijara's eyes tracked the other Council Members as they all departed, and walked over to his King as the last's tail flicked around the den's entrance.
"My Lord Nahasi, may I have audience?" He asked with a deep bow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 7:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 8:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 8:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:23 pm
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"Thank you My King." Ijara bowed his head once more before following Nahasi out of the Council Chamber. He nodded an acknowledgment to the guard, steely grip on the confidence that he was suited to guard his King rather then the other way around.
He remained close as his King wished, but his personal space, as harried as it was lately, was screaming needles all over. He did his his duty though, nodding to the Brothers that happened to pass by them, following his King's lead. Ijara was still quite frankly a bit surprised that Nahasi had offered his own den to speak, but was glad they truly glad to have a safe space to speak in.
At Nahasi's invitation, Ijara thanked his King once again, but did not miss Nahasi's glace down the tunnel on his way into the den. He did not look himself, fearing he would see the flash of blue and purple that has been dogging him for quite too long.
But as the fur pelt fell behind them both, sealing the room in absolute privacy, he felt the last of his stamina drain. He sat down on an empty spot on the floor and let how young he actually was actually catch up with him for once. His posture collapsed from its usual well maintained standing and he let slip a relieved sigh. He could not remember the last time he had felt so young. A memory of standing beside the still body of his father flashed before his eyes unbidden reminded his exactly when he last felt this way.
"Thank you again, My King. I offer my apologies if this matter is interfering with other tasks."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:43 pm
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Nahasi made sure the fur was completely blocking the den before turning to Ijara. He didn’t say anything right away, but instead found a comfortable spot and lay down across from Ijara. For a moment it relaxed, letting the silence fill the den, so he could think clearly on the situation. He was a young king that much was true. Probably too young to rule the pride, but he still had an obligation to do the best he could do. He had a duty to make sure he did his best to keep everyone happy, including Ijara. The leopard had come to him for help, not one of his friends and not one of the council members, but him. Even if he didn’t enjoy Ijara’s company, he knew he had to do his best to help.
“It isn’t interfering with any of my other obligations.” Nahasi lied. There were things he should have been doing, but for now it would be alright if he put them off. “What can I do for you Ijara?” He addressed Ijara less formally, wanting him to feel as welcomed as he could.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 12:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 1:12 pm
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Nahasi would help. The hard fact sent the rouge whisper skittering away, but it began to twist and warp. 'You couldn't handle this on your own. What a failure.' and then it threw in one last barb. 'Aina would be so disappointed'
"What he said?" Ijara desperately pushed back against all the dark things trying to blanket him and recalled the conversation that he had had with Torm-Bukaera that had started all of this nonsense. "His words were of no consequence. Words are easy to discount, but what he's done since?" He growled in frustration, a rare thing that surprised even himself."He will not leave me any peace no matter how many times I tell him to desist! He follows me ceaselessly and I have had to resort to taking more and more outlying back routes and access tunnels because he seems to be around every other corner. And when he is..." He pauses to try and get the words together, get them right "He gets too close. He invades space that is not his and he touches when he is not permitted to touch! The feeling of eyes fixated on me never seems to leave anymore and it always feels like something is brushing against my fur." He shifts to try and shake the feeling as it creeps up again. "The outer paths were working! No one knows those tunnels aside from the diggers. They provided an alternative way from my duties to my den, where I could be free of such things. Then..." Ijara's fur stood on end and a wave of exhaustion flushed all of the fight out of him, making his next words sound as tired and small as he felt. "Then he managed to find that as well. That... was a few days ago." He had been staying in the lower tunnels since, but Ijara knew that couldn't last. Going to Nahasi had been the last option he had wanted to consider, a desperate back up plan to finally end all this staggering anxiety. But his home... the only place he had that was truly his, the only place that he felt safe...
Ijara bowed, defeat pushing it low. "I apologize that I was unable to handle this situation and that I am taking valuable time from you My King as well as besmirching the name of the Council. My failure in this is unacceptable and I will understand if you wish to dismiss me." He valued his position on the Council very highly, he was able to do so much good for his Brothers. But this was too much, and Ijara was so tired.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 12:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:50 pm
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