[ prp | log ] The bond of silence. [ nyreen + quarentine ]

[musicaloner7]

musicaloner7

The days had been sweltering, mixed with the mugginess of heavy clouds that would loom ominously above the lands. Storms would brew and clash from time to time, bringing forth rain and and nourishment to those below. But it was not a settling rain, no, these storms could bring forth greater damage that would render some to be troubled. Luckily, the days of late had been relatively calm, with thick clouds clustering in the sky and drifting about lazily. A thick breeze swooped about from time to time, giving no sense of comfort or refreshment to those who were under the suns unyielding rays.

Nyreen kept to her usual path, her usual ritual. Traveling was a necessity, but she would not dare stray too far from familiarity. Having found some solace in the area she'd chosen to reside in, the mare wasn't going to leave it. Stability was something she needed... but something that always seemed far out of her grasp. There were always those encounters with others that made her feel uneasy and the need to run gripped at her stomach and throat. But thankfully... no one ever came back. She was grateful, but deep down, internally... the mare was so terribly lonely.

Under the shade of the dense forest, Nyreen grazed peacefully upon some lush greens on the carpeted woods, munching on them leisurely. She'd already checked the area before entering from the meadow, on her way to find the usual stream tucked further in. But with all the vegetation around her, Nyreen felt safer, and was able to eat in a more calmer nature than usual.

Ririka

The weather was taunting the land. One moment it seemed as if the clouds would finally explode, and rain would drizzle here and there, but it would stop as quickly as it started. The clouds would gather once more just before the sun light exploded across the land. Still, the air remained thick with the scent of rain and heat, which caused the kalona to feel drowsy. He felt as if rocks were tied to his legs and eyelids, but he continued to press forward through the maze of trees. It was times like this he cursed his wings and nocturnal nature.

Food has become somewhat scarce within his group’s territory, so he, along with another, was forced out in search of potential prey. His stomach was growing empty while his mind started to grow foggy. A lone rabbit hung from his mouth as he tiredly crunched away at it. The meager meal wasn’t something he was happy about. It was no deer or fox. It wasn’t even a real meal. However, it would have to do until he found the energy to hunt once more, and until his leg could heal.

Tired, the kalona carefully set himself down by one of the many trees along the unknown mazes. Grunting to himself, his eyes settled upon the bleeding wound on his right knee. His hunger got the best of him, and he was foolish enough to let his guard down while attempting to take down a buck. He paid the price and ended up with a wound and a snack that won’t even hold his hunger for an hour. How pathetic.

musicaloner7

The grass was more lush and plump from all the rain water it'd been fed this start of summer, That meant it grew faster and lasted longer than any other time of the year! berries were in season too, as well as some other fruiting plants that the mare would find and take note of on her way to and fro the usual route she traveled. This also meant that there were herbs and other plants that would be useful should she get injured or sick. Being alone all her life, and having to learn how to survive on her own, the mare had picked up on some knowledge of the plants from both already known knowledge, and experience. This too meant she knew what to avoid as well, as most creatures knew instinctually.

With her stomach growing full slowly but surely, she felt the desire to try and seek out those delicious plump fruits. With the feeling that she was the only horse in the forest, Nyreen didn't have too much stress on running into someone else. Typically... no one else did go this far out. It was a rather annoying part to venture into, hard for those with wings, and those who were large to maneuver around in. And especially with how tall and how close the trees were, anyone could get lost should they be new to the area. Stepping away from where she'd been grazing, her painted pelt could be seen shifting through the tree trunks, moving onwards to seek out those yummy treats. However... her pleasantries were stopped short. A breeze trickled through the heavy canopy's above, and brought forth aroma's. Scents.... one's she knew, and a particular one that was completely foreign to her. But not entirely... it was one she'd never encountered before, but she did know that it was another horses. Instantly her ears pinned back, and her steps stopped right in their tracks. Blue eyes scanned her surroundings nervously, head lowering some too to hide it behind some brush. It was too hard to tell the exact location it was from, or if it were even in the forest itself! but she could follow the direction of the wind to see for herself.

And that's what she did. Slowly, she crept, hooves placing carefully, trying to be as silent and quiet as possible. But then there... just past the tree's ahead of her, was a massive dark figure. Her eyes widen and her breath caught in her throat as she registered what she was looking at. Another soquili... and as she looked at him more, she noticed his traits.. those wings.... that tail... those... horns... a kalona... slightly petrified, it took that splash of red to snap her attention back into action. Blood... was.. he bleeding..?

 

[Ririka]

He was everything he always claimed his twin brother to be. At the moment he was weak and idiotic. He was childish to think he was strong enough to take down a healthy full grown buck on his own. Quarantine should have been more patient and stalked the beast. But no, he allowed his hunger to get the best of him, and now here he was on the ground, vulnerable to others. If Schizoid could see him now he knew the twin would taunt him for hours before offering aid. The idiot always saw amusement in everything, but then again the stallion was crazed in his own way.

A low growl built up within Quarantine. Something or someone was approaching and he was in no mood to deal with them. He was hungry. He was annoyed. He was dealing with pain. If that someone knew what was good for them then they would change their path, or at the very least keep their distance.

Then he spotted them, a mare. She looked healthy looking with nothing out of the ordinary about her. The paint markings were something new since most he encountered were not deemed “natural” in terms of markings and coloration.

Quarantine bared his teeth, the growl escaping his mouth and a glare set upon his face. He would not think twice about charging her, injured or not.

“Unless you have good reason to keep your eyes fixated on me I suggest you turn them elsewhere less I decide to carve them right out of their sockets. Leave, now.”

musicaloner7

 

[musicaloner7]

Her sea blue eyes flickered about at the pointed traits that the stallion possessed. So many weapons of destruction, able to tear through flesh without a hitch, and inflict heavy damage... flashes of her past flickered through her mind, the faint and muffled screams of pain and agony, the growls of ferocious beasts that tore through the herd she once had.

A chill nibbled along her spine, muscles tightening as nerves made her worries known. The past was a strong thing, holding so tightly with its vicegrip, reminding one constantly of lessons learned, and possibilities that could unfold and repeat themselves. Such a daunting one, at that... the sensations of fear that wrapped around her body like an invisible net kept her in place, rigid, and petrified; though it would only be seen with the slight widening of her vibrant blue gaze, and the tautness of her muscles.

However... that red... it would surely get infected if left unattended. And granted the position it was in, and how vital a part of the leg too, it seemed difficult to treat on ones own. But he was a kalona.... but he was not of those who had destroyed her entire family, leaving only she...

Not all are alike.. was a mantra she had to learn to repeat to herself consistently from day to day... especially when encountering strangers. It was something she vigilantly took to avoiding, as interaction was so risky and dangerous. Her ears perked up as the stallion spoke, after spotting her, making a small step take back in subconscious reaction of her flight response hardwired in her brain. Ears flicking back to pin against her mane, she stared back at him with that same uncertainty.

They stayed locked there for awhile, in fact.... until finally, she did turn herself to walk through the forest around them, eventually disappearing. She was gone only for awhile, rooting about, and sniffing out the plants and herbs around the place, returning with quite a bushel in her mouth. This time, she took a few cautious, yet bold for her standards, steps closer to the injured male. Each step was a bit awkward and hesitant, as if testing the others reaction, before she gave pause a few paces off from him, safe enough away so as not to get nipped or swiped at. Placing the collection of vegetation down between her hooves, she stared at his leg again.

"It'll get infected.." she murmured under her breath, glancing to his eyes once, then the injury again in gesture.

Ririka