[PRP]Here There Be Monsters {Inside}

[Thalea]

This is a private roleplay between Killian and Zeilvar

 

[Thalea]

What was the difference between good and evil? Yes there is the obvious, that those who are good help others and those who are evil destroy. But what defines good and evil? For could you not be good to your group and evil to the next? Was it not all a matter of perspective? And how could you label someone as evil when they only want what you want, but they seem to be going at it a different way than you thought was ethical or right. Yes there were those who were vicious and diabolical and thirsted for blood, there was no goodness in them and they did not have a specific group, they were outcasts, the loners who did not belong in a certain society.

Only a month before had the battle ended that had raged across the Kawani lands, bring forth those who called it home to fight against the invaders. The Great Kalona herd had returned from the faraway land that had been their home for centuries, only to return when they discovered that the Kawani no longer quaked in fear at the thought of them. That needed to be rectified. Blood soaked the lands and many were lost from both sides; the Kawani were victorious with the help of a few Kalona Rebels who went against their own Kin to stop the coming Genocide of all species who were considered the Lessors.

The great herd was broken up and now the kalonas roamed the lands; many were viewed with suspicion, even if they were not the ones who caused the war. Fear was in the hearts of the Kawani and trust was to be something that needed to be earned not freely given. The saying all the soquili were using to justify their actions was as childish as their prosecution of the innocent kalona. “Trick me once, shame on you, trick me twice shame on me.”

Killian was conceived before the battles occurred and he did not come out of his mother’s womb until weeks after the battle ended. He had none of the fear, none of the suspicions about the Kalonas. He had heard stories, tidbits of information as the adults talked, so he was able to compile some knowledge on the subject; he even began to feel sorry for the Kalonas. They were all being judged as a whole, not the individuals that they were, yes there were most likely a few bad apples in the bunch, but the rest were just following orders. How could you blame someone for following a leader they feared and trusted?

Birds continued to chirp and the water of the stream continued to give a soothing note, but the world seemed to be holding its breath for some odd reason. The colt looked up at the shadows of the trees, that part of the wood had gone silent, something dark was lurking within the woods. His heartbeat began to beat faster as adrenalin pumped through his veins. Fight or flight. He took a deep breath, he would see what was coming, and perhaps it was not as bad as the forest seemed to believe.  

[Regal Renegade]

Trees, green and luscious in appearance but dead and dry none the less in his eyes enclosed his path. He was still coming to terms with the loss of everything he had ever known but recognized that he was growing stronger with each passing day, mentally and physically. He had been able to hunt for the first time this morning, taking down a deer rather than taking on a fully grown inhabitant of the Kawani lands. He was strong but his wounds were still healing and it would be to his detriment if he did anything to slow that process. He needed to give it time, that way he could regain his former strength and begin fulfilling his goal of hunting down each and every traitor that had cost the Kalona herd their rightful victory. For a few days after the battle his mind had been hazy, blank half the time and incomprehensible the other but now he knew what he wanted to do and he had found allies that would help him do it. His mind instantly called up Axelle and Moncerrath. Though Moncerrath had merely encouraged his vengeance, Axelle had agreed to take part, having been as upset as he was about the ordeal.

Froth began to form on his lips as his warrior’s spirit ignited at the notion of bloodshed and justice. His heart began to pump as it had during the battle and he could just about taste the fear and regret those cowards would feel once he found them. Closing his eyes the sight of his kin collapsing in on itself in a mess of blood and bone adhered to his eyelids. Rather than attempting to rid himself of these thoughts and images he began to store them as of late, bottling the feeling they provided him for when he would need it the most. Foamy saliva dripped from his mouth onto the forest floor and his solemn expression was replaced by one of determination. Nothing else drove him besides the need for revenge and the desire to make whole the herd that had fallen.

The moment passed as he drew to a swift halt and his ears swiveled in a particular direction. There was something just beyond the trees that were concealing him. He didn’t know what it was and he didn’t much care, he had half a mind to charge it and kill it before it even knew what sort of monster it had attracted but with his injuries he knew that would not be wise. Instead he emerged from the forest, head held high, fangs exposed, and his chin lifted to display his full height and power. When his glowing eyes found a foal before him his countenance screwed into an unpleasant expression. “Lost boy?” He snarled, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the impure colt.
 

[Thalea]

Perhaps he should have listened to the woods, they seemed to have understood what was coming better than the young colt. Quick hot fear flooded into the tiny body of the colt, adrenalin spiked in his body and his muscles began to quake. He had to resist the urge to run. The young deep green colt stared at the large winged stallion who arrived from the shadows. Killian gave himself a mental shake, was he not just thinking about how all kalonas have been judged before they had a chance to reveal their true color. The foal would not allow stereotypes to interfere with this encounter. He was just surprised to see the large kalona to come from the bushes; it just seemed too much to be realistic. He had just been thinking of Kalonas and here this one comes like myth of the night. The Gods had a funny way of granting wishes and teaching understanding.

The stallion who emerged from the brush was one of the epic tales, either they be of horror or awe inspired legend. Foam came from his mouth, and white sharp fangs glittered in the light passing through the leaves. Killian was amazed, no wonder most of the soquili in Kawanii were wary about Kalonas, if this stallion represented fierceness and eye opening awe of the other Kalonas, their wariness seemed to be justified. With an observant eye the colt could see that the kalona had suffered from some attack and was on the verge of healing. Was this stallion one of those who had participated in the Battles? His words were harsh and he had an expression on his countenance as if he smelt a skunk. “I am not lost, I know exactly where I am. Are you able to say the same thing?” Killian was empathetic and can relate to those he talked to, but it did not mean that he had to take their rudeness. The tone the stranger gave marked him as a bully, and Killian did not like those who picked on the weak for their own selfish gain. He knew that they did this to make themselves feel better, for they were lacking something in their lives. He continued to stare at the stallion, wanting to know more about him. Were all the stories true? Was he a part of the rebellion? Killian doubted that last question; the stallion before him seemed more like the savage beasts told in tales to frighten misbehaving foals. The rebels would be more understanding, would they not?  

[Regal Renegade]

The delectable scent of fear filled his nostrils and stirred his innards as he initially approached the helpless colt. He could see the look of awe upon his face, the flicker of hindsight flashing behind his eyes as he thought better of his latest decision and all of it sent shivers down Zeilvar’s spine. How he loved being feared and admired, being seen as the beast that inspired sheer terror and nightmares was what he lived for. However, the moment was short lived as something in the foal shifted. Fear was replaced by curiosity and respect was overwritten by a presumptuous nature that afforded him the courage required to talk back to a creature far superior to himself.

Tossing his head back Zeilvar allowed an amused laugh full of scorn to erupt from his throat and tear into the air like the talons of a bird of prey. His eyes glowed with more intensity than usual as he eventually caught his breath and lowered his gaze to stare at the colt. “Impertinent brat…” He rumbled. “You will learn to hold your tongue when around those who are grander than you in every way!” With the last word being released in a hiss Zeilvar pivoted quickly on his hooves and whipped his tail hard at the colt, a bloodcurdling roar accompanying the attack as he began his fun.
 

[Thalea]

The laugh from the Kalona sent a shiver down the young colt’s spine. It was a terrible sound, mirthless and filled with derision. Killian knew that he must flee or it would be his last moments on this earth, for the Kalona was giving in to his baser instincts and racial supremacy, but the little colt knew that he could not run away. His legs were no match for the great strides of the vicious Kalona and the powerful wings that rested upon the stallion’s back. No, Killian had to remain where he was and hope that his strings of Fate were not to be cut that day. Time seemed to slow down as the stallion whipped his tail toward the foal. It took him a few seconds to register the stinging sensation radiating throughout his body and the metallic scent of his blood began to fill the air. Killian staggered back, trying to avoid the whipping tail, if the tales of old were true, then there would be no surviving this attack.  

[Regal Renegade]

The impact of his tail making contact with the tender flesh of the colt was more than satisfying to Zeilvar. Even the way the blood danced and twisted through the air made him feel giddy, he lived for moments like these, no, he was alive for moments like these. Frothy saliva dribbled from his chin as he stayed on top of the motionless foal. The fear that had once vacated his expression was back again, but that was not enough for Zei. Though he wanted to more than anything he would not kill the foal, instead he would leave him in this spot to suffer from his wounds. Just as his herd was left in the same manner upon their defeat, this foal would forever remember the pain and fear of this day. Lurching forward he directed his teeth toward the colt’s shoulder, intent on tearing flesh and tasting the innocent blood of youth.  

[Thalea]

Pain was everywhere. His entire body ached and he started to feel the cold of blood loss seep into his weakened body. When the kalona’s teeth made contact with Killian’s flesh, pain resurfaced anew. He thought he was past the pain, but it turned out he was wrong. His blood soaked the earth below, giving off a strong metallic stench. The young foal was starting to fade; there was only so much blood his tiny body could lose before he passed out. Even though he was on the verge of dying, the young foal did not blame the kalona for the attack. He could understand the reasons behind it; he was only doing to the foal, what all of kawani had done to the kalona’s during the Great Battle. Killian’s blue eyes looked into the sky, already his sight was becoming hazy. No, he could not pass out; it would mean the end for him. With all his strength, the foal held on to consciousness.

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