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Butting Heads; Tag Whiz/Malaika!
Topic Started: Aug 7 2015, 12:11 PM (547 Views)
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Well.

That exercise could have gone better.

It had started roughly and went downhill from there. Esk, for once, wasn't the one causing the major problems among the other newly-bonded handlers working on fighting drills. The bronze excelled in combat, and Eya had enough experience fighting from wher- and runner-back that the drills hadn't posed much difficulty for her. She hadn't even needed to control Esk nearly as firmly as in, say, everyday life.

No, one of the other handlers had caused the major problems. The other bronzehandler. Being another bronzehandler and a woman, at that, Malaika was a rival from day one. As time had passed, though, Eya began to realize that the younger woman wasn't nearly the threat to authority. She was, however, a threat to Esk's safety.

Esk take care of Esk, the angry bronze commented, shrugging out of his harness once Eya unbuckled it.

"He's bigger than you, in case you'd forgotten."

No need big. Even big wher bleed from neck.

Ah male bravado.

Esk eat. And since he hadn't eaten that night yet, Eya slapped his flank and didn't try to hold him back. He grunted and took off, easily leaping over the exercise yard fence and heading for the herdbeast pens and the unsuspecting drowsy beasts. Gritting her teeth, Eya turned away but kept her link with the bronze open. Just in case.

Shards, she needed a drink after this. Except as she headed for the Hold, she spotted the dark-haired presence of Malaika, and her ire spiked anew. That drink would have to wait. By the end, maybe she'd need more than one. Readjusting her weaponsbelt on her hips, Eya changed course to intercept the other bronzehandler before she left the exercise grounds.

"What kind of control was that?" Friendly? Nope, but Eya didn't need to be friendly. "If you keep letting him walk all over you, you're not the only one he'll kill before he's culled."

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Malaika was aware of just how bad the lesson had gone for herself and Mask. Mask had spent the entire time trying to get their "comrades" to attack him, needling and taunting and acting out. He stopped suddenly, throwing Malaika nearly over his head. He bucked and pranced around, claiming to have itches that simply were too unbearable to go on. The lesson had culminated--for them, at least--in Mask charging at a tiny blue and getting wacked solidly over the head by the flat of Malaika's blade. After that, he'd returned to trying to throw her, which was futile. Malaika had ridden runnerbeasts her entire life. She had helped her parents breed and raise and train them. She could stay on an extra volatile wher.

The drills were finally called to an end, too soon, it felt. Either time had passed more quickly than usual, or the drill instructor had had enough of their bullshaffit. Malaika couldn't help but wonder if it was the latter. The officer was glowering in their direction, and she half wondered if they would get another talking to. Apparently not. The officer dispersed with the class. At least we know that some of these dimglows can learn, she thought, dismounting stiffly and sheathing her sword. She kept her eyes warily on Mask, who was glowering and snarling at her. He had not forgiven her interruptions of his "fun."

After an intense stare-off, Mask jerked around and trotted away. Malaika could feel his hunger. She had no intentions of watching him hunt. If he killed another breeding beast, then it would be his hide that was flayed. She was simply too exhausted for this shaffit. Her right leg twinged as she walked back towards the Hold. She tried her hardest not to limp. Kill anything important, and I kill you, she snarled half-heartedly to Mask, who was charging after Esk.

Mask SO scared. The bronze's snort was audible.

Whatever. I don't really give a damn what you do. Get culled for all I sharding care. Except...well, she sort of did care. And she hated herself for it. Shaking her head, she focused on the inviting, faint glowlight visible through the open Hold doors. The darkness was encroaching upon her, and she could feel her skin begin to crawl as she made the short trip home alone. Malaikask... Sometimes, imagining the periwinkle wher padding beside her helped. Not tonight. Not while she was straining her mind to keep touch with Mask. He was trying to shut her out. She would not let him, but pushing past his mental walls was sapping whatever strength she had in her mind.

At least she wasn't alone for long, though the company that came to intercept her could hardly be called welcome. Perhaps, if it had been more flirtatious and less rude. Malaika stopped in her tracks, squinting at Eya in the dark. Well then. Someone's prickly. Blowing out a long breath, she stuck her hands in the pockets of her leather pants. "While I find your concern to be absolutely touching, Sugarlump, I don't particularly remember asking for your thoughts on anything concerning me or Bubbly-Pie." Her voice was a monotone drawl. Her expression was bored and faintly annoyed. Her posture was closed off, defensive. Her eyes, though, were weary, exhausted.

If Eya was looking for a physical fight, she would be sorely disappointed. Taking a step closer to the other woman, Malaika curled her lip into a sneer. "Now, unless you have something sugary and sweet hidden on your person, I suggest you move."


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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On any other day, Eya would gladly fall into a physical brawl. There were few things that thrilled her as much as a good fight. Tonight, after that disaster of a drill, she wanted nothing more than to lay into someone who would fight back. The monotone she received from Malaika was not fighting back. The defensive posture the other handler adopted grated Eya's remaining nerves and told her that this was one woman who wouldn't be a worthy opponent.

Well. Good thing Eya wasn't above attacking the defenseless.

"I couldn't care less about you and Bubbly Pie," she said with a huff. Bubbly Pie? Really? That was laughable, really. Eya at least called her wher what he really was, and a dessert wasn't it. "But your carelessness could get Esk killed." And yes, she actually cared about that. She already felt small fractures in her mind from losing Eyask, and she had no intent to discover what losing a second wher would do.

"Nothing about me is sugary or sweet, darling," she shot right back, smirking. While Malaika might look exhausted, Eya was energized by her anger and frustration, and she didn't even flinch when the other handler stepped closer. Merely tilted her head as if curious or amused. To think that she'd move just because Malaika was annoyed... But it certainly gave a unique opportunity.

As childish as it might have looked, Eya lifted her chin and crossed her arms over her chest, her smirk solidifying into an outright daring one. And maybe a of sensuality because, might as well admit it, if she couldn't fight someone, sleeping with them was a good second option. She had someone in mind when she was through here. But first...

"You'll have to make me, cupcake."

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Your carelessness could get Esk killed.

Your carelessness got Malaikask killed.

It crashed down upon Malaika all at once, and guilt flashed across her face for a fraction of a second. She readopted her sneer soon enough, though, refusing to be cowed by this Bitran. The muscles in her right thigh twinged, reminding her of the ache there. She gripped her right forearm tightly. In her mind's eye, she envisioned the fissures in her mind begin to crack their scabs and trickle blood. "And why would I care about what happens to you or Esk?" she snapped, considerably more bite to her tone as she regained her composure. "I'm not your protector. Take care of your bloody selves."

She rolled her eyes, the whites flashing in the darkness, at Eya's attempt of a retort. Darling. Wow. Didn't see that one coming. Eya felt off. She was clearly hyped up by whatever she was feeling in that tiny little brain of hers. Brilliant. It was tempting to see if Mask might be lured back to her side. As useless as he was, he was a good deterrent for people. She didn't see Eya being deterred by Vaioa's biggest wher, though. Pity.

Eya's childish behavior utterly killed any respect that Malaika might have had for her. The bronzehandler clenched and unclenched her jaw. Children, all of them. Condescending? Absolutely. Releasing her forearm, she gripped the hilt of her curved short sword. "Make you? I don't have time for your child's play, Sweetie." With that, she stepped to the side and moved to edge around the older woman.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

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Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Oh yes, Eya had rapidly gone from anger to amusement. This was now a challenge, a game, and she did love a challenge. Seemed she'd picked a wonderful night to insult the other bronzehandler's abilities, though...really, Malaika was less a handler and more a tagalong. With how easily her wher had defied her commands and ignored her, it was a wonder the girl was still alive.

"In case you forgot, your wher would be culled if he killed mine," she jabbed mercilessly, feeling her own old wounds crack and tear. For all she knew, Esk may have been the wher to kill Eyask. Malaikask could have been that wher. Their ages were only estimates, after all. If she had bonded the beast that killed her beloved blue... "I think you'd be very concerned."

She'd hit something already, something that made that haughty grin of Malaika's falter and fail, if only for a moment. A weakness she could exploit. Little did she know it would be a double-edged sword. Eya's grin widened when Malaika rested her hand on the pommel of her sword. Now, that was a little better! Eya knew this game, though, knew how to use body language to influence dominance. It was one of her few advantages over Esk.

"Not child's play at all," she could have chuckled but refrained. A game this might be, but it could be a deadly game. Dominance was not something she took lightly. So when Malaika tried to skirt around, she merely took a step back and to the side, putting herself squarely in the other woman's path once more. Her grin became more serious and she dropped her chin a bit, defending her throat. "You can't control your wher. One way or another, you're going to lose him if you aren't the one in charge. Do you want him to die?"

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Your wher would be culled if he kills mine.

Mask was useless. In the beginning, Malaika had hoped that maybe, maybe he would turn into something worthwhile. But he had proven her wrong thus far. He was rotten to the core, brutish, aggressive, reckless, the biggest brat she had ever met. Why she had wasted marks on him instead of a nice runnerbeast, she'd never know. He was the only one alive. She remembered how the other former bandits had been. Scared, angry, confused, even. Mask had been the spark of flame in that darkness. He'd been sure of himself, showed no fear, just admirable contempt and foul humor.

"You thought wrong, Muffincake," she snarled. She lifted her chin, nostrils flaring as she swallowed. If Mask died, it would be his fault. Not hers. And she would not be concerned over it. In all likelihood, he probably deserved to die. Even if he had not killed Malaikask, he had killed other Vaioan whers. He was proud of it. Shaking her head sharply, she scowled at the other bronzehandler who had moved right in her path again. A muscle underneath her eye twitched.

This woman was infuriating. Claimed to not be acting childish, when every action she took said otherwise. You can't control your wher...do you want him to die? A harsh bark of laughter cracked the air between them. "It wouldn't be the first time, cutie. That's how the world works. You screw up, and you die. If he wants to keep being stupid, that's on him. You of all people should know that you can't fix broken things, huh, Sweetie?" She arched an eyebrow, a silent challenge. Oh, she would not fight with fists, but words could cut just as deep. Shells, her own words hurt her.

Glancing to the side and off into the distance, Malaika spotted the moonlight glinting off of the paler patches of Mask's camouflaged hide. "Do you really think we're helping them? They're probably better off dead, anyway." You don't really believe that. Either way, you're stuck with him.




Esk! Handler kill Puff-Puff, Mask be glad. Such annoying. No let rip things. Sure, Mask didn't like Esk. He was competition in the game of survival and domination. But he was familiar, and he wasn't like the rest of their pathetic former pack. Those whers had become tame. They'd traded in their freedom for this.

The big bronze slowed to a stop near the feeding pens. He scrutinized his fellow for a moment, debating if he wanted to start a fight. No...he was hungry. Kill things with Mask? Like old times? Or new handler break Esk already? Mask still no see collar, but maybe own anyway.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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The bark of laughter wasn't what she expected. Suddenly Eya doubted she had the upper hand in this argument. It was hard to forget that she wasn't on her own territory. Vaioa was a new location for her. She'd only been here a few months, only since she'd bonded Esk. Malaika had been here for turns.

The younger woman's words only confirmed the rumors Eya had heard circulating through the wher troop. Mask wasn't the first wher she'd bonded. And the vicious nature of her defense told Eya the loss had been violent. Like her own Eyask. The light of fury in her eyes died, but her smile didn't falter, nor did it touch the flat hatred in her eyes.

"What does that make you, love?" she asked, voice dropping as she took an aggressive step forward and barely controlled the urge to slap the insolence from Malaika. "Thought rehabilitating a monster would make up for the first one? You're doing a splendid job then." The thought that Eya had bonded to try to help Esk was almost laughable. She'd picked him because of his ferocity, because he could help her rise, but only if she was dominant to him.

She couldn't hide the cracks anymore, couldn't hide how her own words tore into her control. "Alive is better than dead, but if you care so little for his life, for yours, go ahead," she hissed, and steel hissed as she drew her longknife from its sheath. "Wield the knife yourself," she flipped it to hold the blade, extending the hilt toward the younger woman.

If words could cut, so could steel.



Esk did not enjoy sharing his hunting ground with the other bronze. Mask was bigger than Esk, and Esk didn't like the possibility that Mask was also stronger. Oh well. Esk was smarter. That counted for something.

Esk never wear collar, he growled, prowling around the edge of the paddock while searching for the most exposed herdbeast. Esk's not strong enough. Mask's Puff-Puff die easy. But that would mean that Mask would die too if he got caught. The fact that Esk had to rely on his bonded to live grated on every nerve he had.

Esk kill with Mask if Mask keep up, he challenged and took off, stride remarkably silent for a running wher. The beast wouldn't know what hid in the shadows. Not before their blood splashed on his tongue.

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A realist, Malaika wanted to retort, but her jaw was clenched shut. Her mind was refusing to allow her body to speak. Because at a subconscious level, Malaika was a survivalist. She knew when to hold her tongue. As Eya stepped closer into her personal space, the bronzehandler became keenly aware that now was the time to hold her tongue. She did not want conflict. Recoiling from the hatred and anger seeping off of the other handler, Malaika took a step back. Pride be damned. She wanted to live to see another day, and while she was fairly sure that Eya would not harm her, she wasn't a hundred percent. People with broken minds could be dangerous.

The tension was thick between them, and the hairs on the back of Malaika's neck prickled. Certainly not for the first time, she wished for Malaikask's sturdy presence by her side. He had been reliable. He had made her feel unafraid. Her chin remained high, defiant, despite her inner coward demanding she flee. She would flee, when the time was right. This was not a battle she was sure she wanted to pick. Eya looked and sounded like she was losing it, and fast.

Alive is better than dead. There were times when Malaika doubted that, not only in regards to Mask, but to herself. Was she really better off alive? Eya's words burned into her like brands, searing her nerves with near-physical pain. I hate her. The thought came to her mind unbidden, but she believed it fully. The hiss of steel brought back reflexes that had not died within her four Turns of loneliness. She jerked back, hand flying to her sword as she shifted to put her dominant left foot forward. Faranth, she did not want to fight this woman... She was not a warrior. Faranth, she'd been in Pewter Squad her first time around. She'd been unable to protect Malaikask. He'd only been two...

The blade approached, but not the way Malaika was anticipating. Her eyes darted down to the offered hilt, and she drew her lip between her teeth. Looking for all the world, unsure. Her movements, while rusty, were quick. Her left hand seized the knife, drawing it out of Eya's grasp with the hopes of slicing her palm. Her other hand shot out, smacking the woman in the elbow, and she stepped closer, grateful for their matching height as she looped her free forearm around Eya's neck and held the blade to her throat.

Panting heavily from the exertion on her already-burned-out muscles, she hissed in Eya's ear, "Don't. Test. Me. Creampuff." Just because she chose not to fight didn't mean she didn't have a few tricks up her sleeve. Pewter Squad had seen some action in her time. And the training after she'd bonded to Mask had brought back so many old muscle memories.




Mask grinned, pleased with the reaction that he got from the scarred bronze. Mask only hope, he sneered. He was mildly interested in seeing if Puff would last long against Esk's. Surely not. But perhaps he'd be surprised. Glad see Esk no lose all Esk's balls.

He nodded curtly, pleased with Esk's agreement to hunt with him. As much as he hated most things, Mask did enjoy the thrill of pack hunts. Mask keep up. Esk eat Mask's dust.

He paused, though, and looked over his shoulder at the two heat signatures not too far away. Puff-Puff felt afraid. The faintest pricks of yellow touched his hungry red eyes, and he watched the two women move. Satisfaction reached him from Puff-Puff, despite the walls he'd attempted to put up. Grunting softly to himself, Mask turned and loped after Esk. That had been a surprising outcome. Perhaps Puff had something in her after all.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Malaika was tense. That was clear to read. Twitchy too, and....scared. That, more than anything, made Eya smile, one that still didn't touch her eyes. At her cruelest tonight. Having found a weakness, she would cut and slice, ignoring the pain she inflicted on herself, her wounds ripping open the scars Eyask had left.

The hatred in Malaika's eyes was familiar. She'd seen it in others all her life. It didn't bother her. So long as they didn't get in her way, people could hate her all they wanted. It often amused her just how much she was disliked. Only Eyask had ever loved her. He hadn't deserved to die. Maybe Eya would be different, softer, weaker, had he survived, but she would still have Eyask. Instead, she had Esk, a brute and a monster who tested her control, her dominance every day. A beast who would have been killed had she not chosen him. It took a beast to bond a beast, and now that Eya had scented blood, she wouldn't give in just to a few glares and hissed threats.

She was...pleasantly surprised by how quickly Malaika moved. Clearly, the girl had training, and Eya didn't react as she felt steel against her throat and warmth on her palm. Nonchalantly, she raised her hand and opened her fist. Ah yes. Malaika had done exactly as Eya would have. Her threat was almost laughable. No, not almost. Eya barked a laugh and let her hand fall, turning her head toward Malaika's.

"Call me what you really want," she dared, keeping every muscle relaxed until she moved. When she did, it was fast and smooth and without hesitation. She grabbed the wrist closest to her throat and let her body fall as dead weight. A moment later, she stepped to the side, maintained her hold on Malaika's wrist, and twisted behind her, pulling the wrist between Malaika's shoulderblades, relieving it of the knife, and holding it to the younger woman's throat. Her bloody hand didn't have a great grip on the leather hilt, but that didn't matter right now. Eya didn't intend to draw more blood, as much as her heart raced from the brief activity.

"Think you can dominate me, girl?" she drawled, daring to rest her chin on Malaika's shoulder very close to her neck. She smelled like sweat and wher. "I could teach you how. Might even help you control your Bubbly Pie."



Esk sire more eggs than Mask, the smaller bronze needled the larger, scenting the air and feeling the wind for the best hunting path. The wind was in his face, which was perfect. Sure Mask still have balls?

At least the other bronze still had spunk. Esk had watched the other whers become so...tame. They lapped up the praises of their humans and rolled over to expose their throats at the mildest command. It was pathetic. Esk wouldn't be caught dead doing that.

Mask too slow, Esk growled, glancing over his shoulder when Mask paused. The two heat specks moved, doing some dangerous dance, and Esk grunted. His beast was...complicated. Excited, angry, impressed... And bleeding. Esk's was too slow for something. Esk would have to remember that. The bronze turned and loped into the darkness, searching for his unfortunate prey.

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The sight of the blood on Eya's palm did funny things to Malaika. She wasn't nauseated by blood, but knowing that she had inflicted that wound made her intensely uncomfortable. This was not going the way she had hoped. Faranth, she did not want it to get worse. It would have been idiotic to assume that her threats had done anything to the hard-headed child in front of her. Sure enough, Eya laughed, and Malaika startled from the sudden sound. She narrowed her eyes at her own reaction, already beginning to move the knife away from Eya's throat. The other woman had gone slack. All she'd have to do was shove her down and leave. Call you what I really want? I don't think there are words for what I think of you.

She moved too slowly. Idiot. One minute, she was preparing to shove Eya to the ground and continue on her way. The next, her arm was being wrenched behind her back, her fingers forced open and relieved of the knife. A thrill of fear shot through her, rippling down her spine. It would have been invigorating, had it not decided to settle into the pit of her stomach and twist its tentacles around her innards. She was terrified. All she could think of was that situation Turns ago. Her last real skirmish. Phantom pain from a long-broken spear lanced through her leg.

There was a knife at her throat. That did not leave much option for retaliation. In that moment, Malaika was set on just getting out of there in one piece. Yes, she knew that Eya wouldn't actually kill her. She doubted that the other woman would even hurt her beyond a few bruises and nicks. It was much better to be safe than sorry. Much wiser to walk away completely unscathed. The weight on her shoulder and the breath on her ear and neck sent shivers down her spine once more. She loathed those shivers. Faranth, she loathed Eya. But...the fight had drained out of her body. She was still tense, but not battle-tense. Simply...weary.

Heart pounding in her chest, she swallowed and dared not speak until she was sure her voice was in control. "Fine. Teach me, sweetheart. If it'll shut you up and get your stinking breath out of my face, fine. Now get off of me." The close proximity in such an open place was making her skin crawl. She shivered again, clenching her fists, then unclenching them. She needed to time this perfectly... It was a risky move, but safer and smarter than remaining at the mercy of this crazy woman. The knife would be slippery in Eya's bloody hand... Raising a foot, Malaika brought her boot down hard on the instep of Eya's left foot, turning her head to the left so that her important arteries would be shielded from the knife. Her hand came up, gripping Eya's wrist and seeking the sensitive tendons, fingertips digging in painfully.




Sire more eggs? Mean nothing, Mask laughed, still partially-distracted by the Puff's mind. Now that was an interesting cocktail of emotions going through the dimglow. Mask rumbled to himself unpleasantly. Seemed that she'd been bested again. He was surprised to feel...pride?...at her moment of dominance. But of course she'd disappointed. The Puff was weak. But...she was his to torment and kill... Shaking his head, the bronze opened his mouth to suck in air.

Esk know, Mask bigger. Means Mask has bigger balls. So...shut up. Drawing abreast of his fellow, Mask gave him a sharp-fanged smile. Going hunt? Or going to smell flowers all night? With that, he trotted forward, his chosen target picked out. A young bull that had wandered too far from the safety of the herd.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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