Time Stamp 93 Fall 513
The waters gently rolled along the beach, now too cold to tread in for many, as the sharp air promised winter. Syna sat low in the sky, just barely a hairsbreadth above the horizon causing a gloom to spread across the land as twilight begins to fade to dark. Two large males walk the beach together and instantly the familial resemblance is apparent to anyone with any amount of ability to see. In this light they look almost black, though perhaps to another Akalak they might be able to discern the greens in their skin tones. One was taller then the other, but the shorter was far more thick but they walked easily together down the beach.
"It has been a long while since I have been able to speak to you, son." Farlvan was saying, his body encased in leathers that were soft and creased with age. On his left hip is his Lakan, one that he had crafted almost one hundred years before. His Djed and sweat going into the process, and the end result had been a beautiful blade of twisted metal. "It seems when I have a chance to get away from your mother or the Kendoka Sasaran it is Favchean that I run into." The older Akalak says in Tukant. If Farlvan hesitated using the name that he and C'hea had given their infant son forty three years prior it is because Favchean and his dark brother had never used separate names. It seemed they both were comfortable with Favchean, and it seemed less hassle, especially since their personalities were blessedly easy going together. However, a few days prior it seemed the dark brother had decided to become a bit more..autonomous and took another name for himself.
It was something Farlvan though should have happened when the dark brother had emerged when the boy was ten. "Indeed Father. It seems to me, at least, that Favchean has been struggling a little with his duties in life. It has caused...an imbalance in our unique relationship." Chealvan grins easily enough at the man who had sired him, though he had no memory of the man before he was ten years old, the memories after were warm enough for him to cling to even when the days between his appearances grew longer.
"Your mother and I have noticed this, he needs to accept his duty. Perhaps if I hadn't married your mother he would not hold out for romanticized ideas." Farlvan shakes his head, not in disgust or annoyance but in concern for his sons. Favchean had such an easy time of learning to balance between himself and his dark brother that Farlvan was half expecting this to happen. Not an imbalance along the line of the Cerulean's but enough to be uncomfortable for a while.
"He will. He just will push it until the last moment." Chealvan shrugs his shoulders, and stops to stand watching the sun sink lower still, until his infrared vision kicked in illuminating the darkness in ways that only Akijia could grant. While Favchean felt closer to Wysar, it was Akijia that drew Chealvan more."Let us not speak on balance, not tonight when the air is brisk and we have nothing else to worry about but ourselves." Chealvan turns once again to face his father, his hands dropping to gently unsheathe first his dagger and then his Lakan. His own Lakan from his own Djed was smaller then his father's, but only by a finger breadth but it felt right when his light brother had helped to craft it. It felt balanced and true.
"Eager for a lesson are you Son?" Farlvan grinned, his own hands falling to his Lakan and his own dagger as well. "Fair enough. Tonight we will focus on why a good attack will lead to a good defense." The older Akalak crouched into a starting position. His Lakan twirling just once in his fingers as he sought to find the best balance.
Chealvan responded in kind, his bright white teeth showing up clearly against his dark skin in Farlvan's own infrared sight. His body slipped lower, his Lakan held in his right hand -for Chealvan was right handed while Favchean was left- and his dagger in his left. However because both he and his light brother focused hard on unarmed combat, daggers and Lakan's were not as familiar to them, much to Farlvan's dismay.
The waters gently rolled along the beach, now too cold to tread in for many, as the sharp air promised winter. Syna sat low in the sky, just barely a hairsbreadth above the horizon causing a gloom to spread across the land as twilight begins to fade to dark. Two large males walk the beach together and instantly the familial resemblance is apparent to anyone with any amount of ability to see. In this light they look almost black, though perhaps to another Akalak they might be able to discern the greens in their skin tones. One was taller then the other, but the shorter was far more thick but they walked easily together down the beach.
"It has been a long while since I have been able to speak to you, son." Farlvan was saying, his body encased in leathers that were soft and creased with age. On his left hip is his Lakan, one that he had crafted almost one hundred years before. His Djed and sweat going into the process, and the end result had been a beautiful blade of twisted metal. "It seems when I have a chance to get away from your mother or the Kendoka Sasaran it is Favchean that I run into." The older Akalak says in Tukant. If Farlvan hesitated using the name that he and C'hea had given their infant son forty three years prior it is because Favchean and his dark brother had never used separate names. It seemed they both were comfortable with Favchean, and it seemed less hassle, especially since their personalities were blessedly easy going together. However, a few days prior it seemed the dark brother had decided to become a bit more..autonomous and took another name for himself.
It was something Farlvan though should have happened when the dark brother had emerged when the boy was ten. "Indeed Father. It seems to me, at least, that Favchean has been struggling a little with his duties in life. It has caused...an imbalance in our unique relationship." Chealvan grins easily enough at the man who had sired him, though he had no memory of the man before he was ten years old, the memories after were warm enough for him to cling to even when the days between his appearances grew longer.
"Your mother and I have noticed this, he needs to accept his duty. Perhaps if I hadn't married your mother he would not hold out for romanticized ideas." Farlvan shakes his head, not in disgust or annoyance but in concern for his sons. Favchean had such an easy time of learning to balance between himself and his dark brother that Farlvan was half expecting this to happen. Not an imbalance along the line of the Cerulean's but enough to be uncomfortable for a while.
"He will. He just will push it until the last moment." Chealvan shrugs his shoulders, and stops to stand watching the sun sink lower still, until his infrared vision kicked in illuminating the darkness in ways that only Akijia could grant. While Favchean felt closer to Wysar, it was Akijia that drew Chealvan more."Let us not speak on balance, not tonight when the air is brisk and we have nothing else to worry about but ourselves." Chealvan turns once again to face his father, his hands dropping to gently unsheathe first his dagger and then his Lakan. His own Lakan from his own Djed was smaller then his father's, but only by a finger breadth but it felt right when his light brother had helped to craft it. It felt balanced and true.
"Eager for a lesson are you Son?" Farlvan grinned, his own hands falling to his Lakan and his own dagger as well. "Fair enough. Tonight we will focus on why a good attack will lead to a good defense." The older Akalak crouched into a starting position. His Lakan twirling just once in his fingers as he sought to find the best balance.
Chealvan responded in kind, his bright white teeth showing up clearly against his dark skin in Farlvan's own infrared sight. His body slipped lower, his Lakan held in his right hand -for Chealvan was right handed while Favchean was left- and his dagger in his left. However because both he and his light brother focused hard on unarmed combat, daggers and Lakan's were not as familiar to them, much to Farlvan's dismay.
