#ask: sabal

[aulephant]

❝ one more time. try telling the truth. ❞ paul to sabal :3

tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

It feels like thousands of needles digging into his skin, volts of electricity coursing through the table or cross or whatever the hell he was tied down to here. The metal was course, rough, rusted thanks to the effect of plenty of sweat and blood streaking down it. Sabal knew plenty of good men and women whose bodies were plastered here too, whose guts were carved open, whose lives were lost. It's like a neverending nightmare, the damp, dark basement that Sabal refused to have as his resting place.

He was going to lead the Golden Path now. He was all they had. Darpan assured him he was Kyrat's future. Darpan put the weight of Kyra's hope into the young man's hands, and Sabal refused to give up the weight, refused to let go and let someone drop. He was strong, he was wise, he would learn from Mohan's teachings that he left behind and he would bring justice to Kyrat. He would kill Pagan, kill his governors, do everything Mohan ever dreamed of. Mohan would be proud of him. Ishwari would be proud of him. He would lead Kyrat on this golden path, soaked in sunshine for all of their future.

But he can't lead a revolution in a basement. He can't lead a revolution if he's dead. He's only twenty years old now, but he knew he would survive. Mohan grant him the strength. Kyra grant him the strength. He's not telling Paul a single thing he wants. Sabal heaves with each breath, his body shaking with each intake of air.

"We don't have any supply caches near the rivers. There are no boats heading towards your City. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

[aulephant]

❛ Watch where you point that thing! ❜ lakshman to sabal skdjfhdjks

God Gossip Starters

Of course a Prince would make demands and expect them to be followed. A spoiled tyrant's spoiled son would expect the entire world to bend over backwards for him and offer him everything he wanted in this world simply because of who his father was. Had Sabal not known better, he would have simply kept his kukri out and sank it into Lakshman's shoulder, something to show Pagan that the Golden Path was not simply fucking around with him anymore. They were serious threats and the son of Pagan should be treated like the threat he was to the Golden Path.

"I know just what I'm doing with my blade, son of Pagan." Sabal kept a tight grip on the handle, arms strong and not a hint of shaking able to be seen. "Now...do you know what you're doing so far down south? Is this supposed to be a joke? A distraction for the Royal Guard? Hm? Why are you here, Lakshman?"

[aulephant]

❛ Everyone here pales in comparison to you. ❜ from kishan

God Gossip Starters

Sabal was not used to compliments nowadays. As most of his time was spent between entertaining Amita's insanity and then soothing the worries of Kyra's people while also consistently hearing the degrading propaganda placing the Golden Path as terrorists who want to take innocent lives and destroy all the country stands for. Pagan's governors and himself spend hours just to antagonize the Golden Path for a short while, and Sabal can only tolerate it so much before he begins to fray at the edges and unravel. He rarely had a moment to himself, but finally, he could have one of those moments.

He could reside in his cabin, curled onto a cot while he tries to sleep away the pains of yesterday in order to prepare for the horrors of today in order to create a beautiful tomorrow. While enjoyable, his solitary time was short. Soon, there was a welcome interruption in the form of Kishan sitting on his bed, feeding him compliments as if Sabal's ego was a malnourished man at a buffet.

"Not every person." Sabal took the compliment as well as he always did. "You and Binsa are here, no? Kishan, you can't compare yourself to others. You're as radiant as the stars in Kyra's night sky."

[aulephant]

❛ I hear he’s a tyrant. ❜ because pagan talking abt himself is cool, for sabal

God Gossip Starters

Sabal's heard about the new "King". Sabal's heard Mohan's speeches, told the stories of Pagan taking the life of a child to become king, spoke on how Pagan betrayed all of Kyrat for a simple glimpse of power. Sabal's listened to it all and he's trusted it all. He was a child, after all. He was nine years old when Mohan returned home with few survivors and a heart twisted by betrayal and anguish. There was nothing to be learned from that day except for the fact Pagan Min was their enemy.

The enemy grew into a tyrant. The enemy became a monster. They enemy was committing cultural genocide and Sabal was only eleven years old as he watched the world twist under Pagan's grasp. There was no escape from his grasp, not even in the forests of Kyrat. Not even on worn out paths. A Royal Guard's jeep passed through the path Sabal was walking on, and he was frozen in fear to see The Tyrant stand before him. Talking....about himself?

Sabal was a child. He was a child and he was standing before Pagan and his armed guards. He was a goner.

"He's a m-mad tyrant." Stuttered the boy, his hair tied back in a ponytail, the loose strands sticking to his forehead. "And he's standing in front of me."

[aulephant]

❝ in the end, it’s easier just to be selfish. ❞ ajay 2 sabal

tloz: twilight princess (manga) starters

"I've thought about it before, Ajay, but that's the hardest part about being a leader. Your father understood it, and...now we have to understand it, no matter if it's easy or not, brother." Sabal's hand clasped gently onto Ajay's shoulder, a sigh leaving him as he faced out onto Kyrat's once beautiful mountainsides. The land was fertile once, full of homes and temples and songs. Kyra's people were safe, protected, and free from harm of outsiders. Those times had long since passed, the fields only watered with blood and fertilized with gore. Their world was falling apart and someone had to step forward and take charge to keep it all together.

"People like Pagan, cowards, those are the people who take the easy way out. He sits up in that stolen palace making his decisions for the country without thinking of anyone but himself. Children left orphaned, homes burnt down, temples ransacked, our country destroyed all for his selfishness and he felt none of our pain. Yes, it's easier to be selfish, but is it worth it to be selfish when all it does is hurt others?"

[aulephant]

"how did you find me?" ( from ishwari to sabal !! )

400 Random Dialogue Prompts

There was nothing sweeter than the sound of a child's laughter, especially when the Ghale Homestead was supposedly empty during this game of hide and seek! Mohan was off at the Golden Path camp, helping to plan yet another siege on Pagan Min's forces. And, at least this time, Ishwari had someone to talk to and not feel so lonely. The young shadow of the Ghale family, Sabal, was staying at home with Ishwari, and he was quite the smart kid! Only about a minute into the game of hide and seek, and he already knew where Ishwari was hiding! Rushing up to the loft where the bed would be found, Sabal leapt onto the form in the middle of the blankets with a proud giggle!

The young child hugged Ishwari, continuing to laugh and bounce on the bed even as Ishwari asked her question. With his chest puffed out, Sabal looked up to Ishwari in pure, childish pride and glee!

"I could hear you laughing from downstairs, Mama!" Sabal looked around the room, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Did you lose to me on purpose? I'm a good hider! Can I go hide now? I won't lose on purpose like you did!"

[aulephant]

o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice (Ajay)

Texting Starters

[Text: Ajay Ghale] Ajay, we have two reports coming from camps up near Northern Kyrat. Both of them reporting attacks, neither of them responding. [Text: Ajay Ghale] What would you suggest I do, Ajay? We're low on men as is, I don't want to send them into an ambush.

[aulephant]

‘ no going back now. ’ (ajay)

Phantom of The Opera Starters

"Of course not, Ajay. Who would want to turn away from this? We're rebuilding temples, recreating works of art that Pagan and Amita wish to destroy, rebuilding villages that were torn apart for their resources and left to crumble in desolation. What we are doing here today is going to rebuild Kyrat and everything she once lost. Kyra is a spirit full of love, so our kindness pays us in return as Kyrat flourishes."

Sabal holds a small trinket in his hands, an elephant made of ivory. The little statue was a gift from...someone. Many years ago, when Sabal was just a small child. He could remember all the time he'd spent with the small elephant in his pocket, taking it on every adventure, every battle.

"Pagan and Amita wish to destroy everything that makes Kyrat beautiful. We won't let them, right Ajay?"