#inzan

[mohandyou]

«Akken yella was ad t-Ikes umeksa» Proverbe kabyle

[mohandyou]

«Yiwen yeqqar : “negreɣ”, wayeḍ yeqqar : “acḥal tesεiḍ ?”» «Yiwen yeqqar : “negreɣ”, wayeḍ yeqqar : “acḥal tesεiḍ ?”»

[domokunchinta]

Nagulat ako

Bakit ganon?

Akala ko sanggang dikit tayo

Akala ko kampi tayo

Akala ko you and I against the world

We made a promise

Na walang magsisikretuhan

Na walang hindi magsasabi

Sumaya ka, nakalimot ka

Ako naghihintay

Hindi ako magtatanong

Dahil umaasa pa rin ako

Na balang araw lalapit ka

Kagaya ng dati

At pagkwekwentuhan natin

Lahat ng nangyare. 

[mavrin-ragehoof-blog]

Shu'halo and Home

The golden stream of sunlight bounced off of the bronze plated armor that adorned Mavrin's once broken body. She stared up at the clear skies and squinted; the golden light was absolutely blinding despite how narrow the slits in her helmet was. She could hardly believe how many years it has been since she had been able to relax like this and it was easy for one to wonder whether it would last.

A wheeze was emitted from her throat, for the injury to her chest had still not healed completely and she was much too stubborn to plead for healing from the medical unit. She placed a gloved hand upon her chest where she had been kicked by that infernal conjured up by Inzan and she couldn't help but wince at the memory. She had been shot, sliced, tortured, and almost ripped apart but never had she been almost thrown down with a single blow. She almost felt ashamed of herself. Almost.

She adjusted the shield that rested upon her back and shifted her stance which summoned a crack from her aging joints. Sure, she wasn't old. But she also wasn't as young as she was ten years ago and being in three wars and Earth Mother knows how many battles can put quite the strain upon one's body. But she was content. She had hopped from guild to clan to organization and not one seemed like a place to call home. But the Winters Wolves felt like family. It felt like home.

A soft smile danced upon her hidden maw. Yes. Home. While she didn't care much for the sights of the great elven city, she couldn't really complain about anything other than the strong smell of perfume and incense. But even that couldn't deter her. She was happy. Happier than she had been in a great many years.

She rolled her shoulders and walked down the red carpet with a clop, clop, clop from her hooves with each heavy step as she made her way to the hospital.