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01.Navigation 02.[PRP] A Storm is Coming... (Wild Wind and Windstorm) 03.[PRP] The Breaking of the Storm (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, and Windstorm) 04.[PRP] A Knight's Failures (Royce Garnet) 05.[MTRP] A Merry Reminder (Armelle, Dominick, and Royce Garnet) 06.[PRP] Nightmares Begin (Armelle and Myrddin) 07.[TPRP] Moving on Down (Evening Night and Astranaar) 08.[News] All About Me Contest 09.[PMRP] Objective in Sight (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) 10.[PMRP] Infiltration Operation (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) 11.[PRP] Swallowing the Rabbit (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) 12.[PRP] Pilgrim (Vidia, Muirgen la Anise, and Felicity) 13.[PRP] Wishing to Fly (Bellezza and Vidia) 14.[PRP] Lives and Treasure (Aine and Myrddin) 15.[PRP] Old Values, Old Blood (Theia and Myrddin)
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:43 pm
[Private Roleplay] A Storm is Coming... [link] (Wild Wind and Windstorm) March 26, 2010
The painted stallion was restless, feeling the agitation in the herd at the absence of their Alpha, Stormwild, and the prospering prince, Firestorm. The rumor mill ran wild like fire after the young stallion seemed to have left in a huff—a rumor that he was courting something that he, himself, had believed was just a fairytale: Kalona. The devil spawn of the night that fed off the flesh of other Soquilis with large bat like wings and horns showing the pact they made with the dark one. He wasn't even aware that his own daughter, Vortex, was consorting with a half-breed of one as well.
Just the thought of the stories he'd been told sent a shiver down his spine. And these beasts could fly like him and the rest of the herd. What wouldn't stop them from gathering forces and attacking his peaceful home, destroying his world he'd thought would just be a dream. What about his daughters? His mate?
He looked at the other stallions around him. Did they feel just as ill at ease as he did? Was it fair for them to seek to Balrog as their only protector? A whole murder of kalona could take the elder wind down if they were blood thirsty enough like the tales told.
Wild Wind remembered the painstakingly training his father had taught him long ago. He looked over his own appearance with a slight grimace. Nothing like how he used to be. True, he was still well maintained, but he could see the fat from disuse on his body. It was the same trademarks the others in the herd has as well.
Perhaps... perhaps it wasn't too late to be the strongest Wind herd in the lands. With the right training... He shook his head. He couldn't rouse the others to follow his lead. It was best to start with himself, ask his family to help, and maybe grow from there?
He set off to go in search of his daughter, Windstorm.
Her grandfather had flown off it seemed weeks ago, flown to find her grandmother who'd been missing for many moons. She stood near the difficult mountain path to the herdlands, but her eyes were on the sky, not the ground. It was just that she enjoyed her time where she'd once brought an injured Angeni to their herd for mending. The lone white feather from his wings fluttered behind her ear. It was a happy reminder.
She heard wings flapping behind her and turned to see her father, short of breath and with a very concerned look on his face. It seemed the latest story the herd was telling had her father very shaken. She, herself, worried about the herd, but it was a natural reaction when there was a buzz in the air of anxiousness.
Windstorm moved to greet her father properly when she heard hoof beats on the path below them. She turned her attention back with a hopeful air but it was quickly masked with pure worry. Her grandmother seemed battleworn, gashes all over her beautiful tattooed body, fur turned back showing deeper cuts and bits of skin. She didn't know she'd audible gasped at the sight, fleeing to her father like a scared filly.
Wild Wind instinctively put a protect wing over his daughter, pulling her close to his side as if he would shield her from the wreckage. His eyes took note of her wounds, every detail, and his mind assumed, Kalona. It was after his assessment of his mate's mother that he noticed the basket being carried before her. Was she pregnant when she left?
Was it there? He canted his head to the side in puzzlement as they walked on by, unaware of the glances, stares, and audience in their need to get to an alicorn or the shaman two-legged. It was black. It had their colorings in parts of the weave and the bare trace of their runes, but could it indeed be there? And where were the others? Wouldn't there be more?
He felt the racking sobs of his daughter pull him back to the now. He crooned softly, running his muzzle along her back to comfort her. He knew that with her seeing her grandmother so brutalized, her peaceful bubble was shattered. There wasn't anything he could have done to stop it either. "Usdi sawu, she'll be all right. Your grandmother is safe here. We'll protect you, her, and the entire herd. Don't cry."
She pulled away from her father, ashamed of her tears and showing weakness. It stung her pride to be seen so, even if he was her father that kissed the boo-boos gone when she was a filly. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. Her grandmother had come home injured, severely injured.
She stomped a hoof as anger began to grow deep in her belly. Tears still staining her face, she looked boldly in Wild Wind's eyes, a defiance forming in the violet eyes so much like the relation that just passed by. "No, father. I want to help too."
He was about to argue against the idea when he remembered his mate, her mother, was very much as able to fight back when necessary. It seemed their daughter had more of their mother than he first thought. He closed his mouth, but concern was still etched on his features.
"Very well, Windstorm. I can't treat you like my little girl anymore. I see you've grown into a fine mare with the strength of this herd flowing in your veins. It's yours even more so than it is mine. This herd's blood flows in you, I'm just a part of it by the grace of Balrog and the love of your mother."
He shook his head, disbelieving what he was about to suggest. "I'm not completely useless and just a fine piece of a stallion. I haven't told anyone this, not even your mother." He took a deep breath, finding how best to explain to his oldest. "My old herd was once protectors for grounded. My father was the best fighter in the sky and on the ground. He trained me very vigorously before I departed. I still remember ever thing he ever said those days I was being trained against my will, my ideals of protecting the weaker link."
He let out a small laugh out of discomfort. "It seems I've lost my physique in the last few years, but no matter. I'll train you and train with you." He paused a moment. "If others join us, we'll be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. No murder of kalona could take us down if we worked together."
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*
...a few days later
Stormwild and Balrog had begun talking about the attack on her and what had happened. A tragedy that she had lost children, but a blessing to have saved one. Though the herd murmured to themselves that they weren't completely convinced the basket was really part of their blood. Everyone in the herd knew of Stormwild's soft heart towards the underdogs. You can't teach an old dog new tricks...
Not only were Windstorm and Wild Wind now rigorously training, but the news that it was a skinwalker attack and something more dark and twisted... It didn't sit well with either of them. Kalona, skinwalker, and something else, any of these things could decide to attack the herd at any given time. The urgency to be ready was thick around the painted pair.
Both were constantly sparring in the air, on the ground, and running in the forests at the mountain's roots to strengthen their legs and tone their bodies. Soon the stagnate fat of their bodies began to dissolve. They joined Balrog on his patrol flights, giving him time to keep a close eye on his mate as she recovered with the blessed basket. And both were proud with their small accomplishment.
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[Private Roleplay] The Breaking of the Storm [link] (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, and Windstorm) March 27, 2010
After the basket broke, the rain had started to fall. The herd was all a buzz over this new baby. It was one of the blessed ones, Angeni. Different from the visiting Angeni his daughter had brought to the herdlands, but still a blessed one. But the whispers were still doubtful on whether he was truly Stormwild and Balrog's son. Oh, the herd accepted the child, he had wings and not just two but four wings!
And what about the prince, Firestorm? Some thought they had seen him fly into the herd grounds, but no one seemed to know if he left or when he did. Too many things to ponder, too many rumors and whispers running rampant. Too much with so little time.
Wild Wind was on patrol in the skies, keeping an eye on those below as well as watching above. The wind was playing havoc with his mane and tail, causing the beads to click and the feather behind his ear to flutter. He flapped his wings a few times to gain more altitude, coasting in for a landing on one of the higher advantage points in the mountains.
An old familiar call caught his attention. His bi-colored eyes brightened and a smug grin spread across his maw. He turned his head to look in the direction of the falcon cry.
She swooped down towards the familiar black and white paint she'd been searching for the last year. She'd left the territory of the Unega'Gohunvi herd soon after Vidia's first disappearance looking for this pompous windbag! She clicked her beak in irritation as she landed on the stallions back. She used a wing to smack the backside of his neck and dig her talons extra deep, "What do you think of trying to ruin someone else's happiness like that for? You are the most difficult stallion to handle and the most difficult one to track down. What are you doing way up here?"
He whined at the feel of her claws, but shook himself out to force her off his back. "That was a fine greeting, Omani'Ceta." He turned his head to look at his back. Nothing too damaged, just bloodied by his familiar's rage. "I found myself a home."
He knew she'd think that he'd changed his ways, saw the light, and whatever cheesy metaphor that would come to mind.
"Oh-ho-ho. You have now? And is this the perfect home you were hoping to find? You think you've run far enough away from her?" The falcon clicked her beak in the form of laughter. Oh yes, she had heard something this feather-brain hadn't dreamed would ever happen.
"I saw her, you know. She's looking for you."
His happy expression instantly fell. He hadn't been expecting that kind of news. He was hoping he'd be able to distract the old bird by talking of the herd and the changes that seemed to be taking place. This was bad news indeed.
He studied Omani'ceta for awhile, trying to decide if this was her form of a joke. At the serious sparkle in the falcon's eye, he concluded that his fears were true."Her? You're sure? It was really her?"
He felt the old familiar leap in his heart whenever he thought about the mare he had abandoned so long ago. What a silly reaction for him to have when he had a mate and family.
She inched her way closer, a look of triumph in her eyes. So he did have deeper feelings for the mare than his actions would entail. "Oh yes. She has a wonderful story to tell you. Of course that's once she finds you. I won't spoil it for her. Oh no." She clicked her beak in further amusement.
He gave his wings a shake. He couldn't stay with his new herd. He had to leave before she found him again. There was nothing for it. No word could be left behind for his family. Well, he couldn't abandoned his favorite daughter, Windstorm. She had to be told.
"Omani, I want you to look for my daughter and tell her I'm leaving with no destination in mind. Will you do that for me as your job as my familiar?"
"Do I look like a messenger bird?" She gave him a scathing look. "And daughter? You went and mated with another? You fool." She gave the back of his neck another whack with her wing. "She's not going to be happy. Not one bit. You're such a two-timing--"
But whatever Omani'ceta was about to say fled when a pale painted mare with faint red tribal markings landed. One look and the falcon knew this was one of Wild Wind's. "Looks like I don't have to go looking. She's here now, tell her yourself."
"Father? What's with the bird? What were you going to tell me? And why do you look so worried? Is there something coming to the herd?" She wasn't one known for multiple questions, but the situation she found her father in was unnerving. There was a tension in the air. And the appearance of a strange bird that she had never seen was a bit unsettling.
Wild Wind visible shrank at the appearance of his daughter. How could he explain? What all could he really tell her? She was just as sharp minded as him and a simple brush off wouldn't work now that she was an adult. He straightened up his posture, standing more firm to give the appearance of confidence as he thought of ways to avoid some of her questions.
"This is my familiar, Omani'ceta. We've been separated for quite awhile and she just recently found me." He saw the falcon give a casual flick of one wing in the form of a greeting. Hopefully the bird wouldn't blow his cover and tattle on him.
"There's nothing coming to attack the herd, but I have to go. I don't know if I'll ever be coming back."
Omani'ceta had never been one to make Wild Wind's life easy. Not since the day he talked about leaving his first herd and she wasn't about to let up on him. "He's running away from his heartmate. He doesn't want her to find him because she'll be pissed when she takes one look at you."
Windstorm stood there in shock. Her father was leaving? Leaving her mother, her sister, and herself? "No. I'm going with you." She took a step towards Wild Wind and Omani'ceta. Then the final ball dropped in her court. He had a heartmate? He ran away from another mare? "She can go jump off a cliff. Obviously my father didn't find her a suitable match."
She looked at her father with those worried purple eyes. "Com'on papa," the sign of her concern showed as she slipped to the old endearment, "stay with the family. She can't do anything while you're here with us."
He winced. He was officially trapped between a rock and a hard place thanks to his familiar. He knew there was no way to stay away from his heartmate. He had broken it by lifemating to Maelstrom, but his first technically overruled the second.
He gave his head a shake. "No, I have to leave. And no, you can't come with me."
"You can't make me stay here, papa! I'm a grown mare and I can do what I please," she shouted with a stomp of her hoof. It was obvious that she was just as set in her ways as her father, there was no doubting that. "So you'll just have to deal with it."
Wild Wind gave a dejected sigh while Omani clicked her beak in amusement. "It looks like there's no getting rid of either of you. Very well." He spread his black and white wings and nose dived off the peak, forcing Omani'ceta to take wing and his daughter to follow behind.
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:44 pm
[Private Roleplay] A Knight's Failures [link] (Royce Garnet) April 21, 2010
He was dragging his hooves on his return trip, his head was hung low in defeat. Well, this wasn't the way he had planned to return. This wasn't the victorious homecoming he'd envisioned. But he hadn't planned on failing so miserably. He was hoping to be prancing joyously with the bear firmly on his back. The herd would look at him in wonder, his mother would cry, his sister would apologize, and the bear would joyfully embrace the blind Ellina with a vow of loyalty.
No. This joyful daydream wouldn't come true. A year on the hunt and he hadn't found anything. Maybe he wasn't ready for the mission. Perhaps there was more he still had to learn. But what had he been missing?
During the spring and summer, he stayed near the river. He saw the salmon jump upstream in the fall. He checked nearby caves during the winter. Nothing. No tooth, claw, or hair of a bear. What had he been missing?
And so he was returning home. Returning to tell of his failure. But this was a learning experience, not a complete failure.
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[Main Thread Roleplay] A Merry Reminder [starts on page 91896] [link] Armelle,Royce Garnet, andDominick April 20, 2010
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: Nickers and shakes her head, enjoying the pat, her tail giving a flick. She was so enjoying all the talk about her.
Royce: *gives his mane a shake* And she's still as charming as I remember.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She laughs softly as she bats her eyes before giggling. "Aww, well thank you handsome."
Armelle: She smiles and moves up to nose into his cheek softly. "So sweet, so how have you been?"
Royce: *lets out a sigh* Learned how to be a knight, failed my first mission to find my sister's herdmate a seeing-eye bear. *scratches the ground* Returned home recently to my sister having had kids who are full grown. *continues his lament* It all ended badly.
But I pray you haven't experienced too many clouds. Sunshine suits you well.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She lowers her auds as she listens. her head shaking some. "I am sorry to hear all the bad that has come to you. i have not seen my brother in a long time, and have heard things are not fairing well for him, his love had foals with another stallion." She nuzzles his cheek once more. "I though have been well, and fine."
Royce: *cheers up at her touch* It makes my heart glad to know you're fairing well. It seems both of our families are having trouble. Perhaps you should take the time to speak with him privately. *tugs on a lock of her mane*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles as she nips along his lower muzzle before her cheeks under her fur turn a slight shade of red. "Maybe." She said before nosing his cheek once more.
Royce: *raises a brow, turning redder himself*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She lets a smile show before nickering. She turns her head to try and hide the blush. "But I am sure Some good has to of happened to you, or at least some to come. For every bad there is good, may not seem as big, but it is always enough to turn things around."
Royce: It was good to see you again. *grins* So yes, there was some good with the bad.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She giggles lightly. "How did I know you were going to say that?" She noses into his cheek once more, a soft nuzzle.
Royce: *chuckles himself* Because I'm that thoughtful. *clears his throat and returns the nuzzle*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles as she nuzzles more at him, her auds laying back. "Thoughtful, sweet, charming and grate to be around, we are going to have to talk more often."
Royce: *beams* Yes, yes we will, miss. *ears flick back with a trace of concern* I'm afraid I'm terrible with names. And it seems my manners are lacking, so let me re-introduce myself. Royce Garnet, at your service.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She blushes once more before giving a cute and happy nicker. "I am Armelle." She gives a flick of her tail and brushes her side along his. "But I think I will just call you Handsome." She laughs lightly.
Royce: *chuckles* Armelle, a charming name for a charming mare. *tugs on her mane again* The lady may call me whatever she likes.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles and gives a kiss to his cheek. "Should not give a lady freedom to call you anything, you may get trapped on that one day." She laughs though most of it, a teasing tone coming from her.
Royce: *chuckles as he blushes again* Well, I've been called the gullible type before. Hopefully it doesn't do me any harm in the future. *winks* *would treat a young kalona like any other foal*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She laughs lightly, shaking her head some. "Looks like you need to find someone to watch over you Handsome." She laughs before looking around and heads over to a bag, rooting around in it and pulls out an apple. She then sneaks back over and drops it at his fores.
Devil NightShade
Dominick:*watches over Armelle from a distance, normally perfect mane wild*
Royce: *chuckles* Well, one can always use an extra of eyes. Even ones as lovely as yours. *watches her curiously and then nickers happily at the sight of another apple* Is this temptation? *grins at her* In case I'm in Eden about to be blown out, we might as well share so you can come with me.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She allows her cheeks to turn a dark red, her auds perking up. "My eyes are no lovely then any others, but your words are the kindest." She giggles as she looks to the apple than over him. "Should i take that as an offer?" She laughs as she leans down, her breath dancing along the grass and apple, the grass seeming to sway softly, in the corner of her eyes she catches someone she had not seen in a while, the sight of her brother making her smile.
Royce: *notices her pause and looks to see what caught her attention* ... *spots the familiar markings on her brother and gives a noble nod to him*
Devil NightShade
Dominick:*eyes Royce face calm but the mistrust in his eyes more than noticeable* .. *nods courtly then slips back into the shadows to watch out of sight*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles as she leans in, taking the apple in her maw and lifts her head, the apple held in her teeth, almost a motion for him to take the other side, her ears laying back, her cheeks just as red as they were before if not redder. She was still as innocent as ever, so cute, and yet so lovely, a deadly combination. She glances to where her brother was before looking back to Royce.
Royce: *twitches an ear back out of concern over the look the brother gave him, but understands* Your brother is protective of you. *turns his attention back to Armelle and notices she's holding the apple out to share* Ah-ha! *grins and helps slice it in half*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles laying her half down for a moment. "Yeah, but he is all I really have. he has watched over me since our parent's death." She leans down and takes a bite, her cheeks starting to return to normal.
Royce: *nods while he munches on his apple in contemplation* It's natural for brothers to be protective of their sisters. I don't blame him for his instant distrust. *smiles child-like at her* Besides, I never think of anything that would cause the lady harm. It's not part of my code. *insert oblivious point one when it comes to consequences of flirting--just because he is insightful to others doesn't mean he's insightful to himself*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She smiles softly, a bit of her main falling over her left eye. "Well I love my brother to death, I would not be here without him." She moves her muzzle along his softly. "You know, any girl to win your heart would be one lucky mare." She smiles before leaning back down to take another bite of her half the apple.
Royce: *blushes* Well, I know that won't happen for awhile. *chuckles*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She laughs lightly as she finishes the apple. her eyes look to him as she smiles. "You know, I was not talking about soon, just stating." She brushes her muzzle along his. She had no plans on settling down herself, but she was starting to desire to have foals running around at some point.
Royce: *tilts his head to the side and chuckles* Of course. *looks up at the sky* The future has plenty in store for everyone. *turns back to look at her and grins cheekily, eyes closed*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She looks to the sky herself, her auds shifting to his words, smiling lightly. "Yes it dose, but the past guides the future." She moves her eyes over the sky before looking to him. "Defiantly got to spend more time together, not often do I get someone to talk to."
Royce: *touches her cheek with his muzzle* Agreed. I'm usually found near the west river near the root of the mountains. My herd is there. You can usually find me there. *grins*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She leans into his muzzle and giggles. "I am located in the scent of the forest, cant miss it and the cherry trees that surround it, nor can you miss Thundara, she is always there scaring off guests." She giggles as she runs her muzzle along his. "I would like to meet your herd some time though, and maybe all of your family." She pulls back to once more look to the sky.
Royce: *scuffs a hoof on the ground* I'll have to get on more... agreeable terms with some of my family. I haven't seen Admon, Aciano or my mother since I returned. But that would be enjoyable.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She looks to him, her head cantering. "Well, At some time, I am not wanting to rush you. You have met my family, and I am sure my brother will like you once he gets to know you. Your a grate friend." She noses his cheek softly, a smile staying.
Royce: *chuckles* Semi-met your brother. *not too worried of how others see him* And agreed though I've never had a friend before. *smiles* Just siblings, herd mates, and my teacher.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She nickers and smiles, nibbling along his cheek. She could not help but smile more then before. "Well, now you have a friend." She laughs slightly before taking his main and pulling with a light and playful tug.
Royce: *continues to smile and gives to another chuckle* Indeed. But I'm afraid I must bid you a fair night, Miss Armelle.
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She moves, laying her neck over his in a hug. "It was so good seeing you once more. Take good care of yourself so that we can meet once again." She smiles as she moves back and nips at his cheek.
Royce: *blushes and nudges her neck* I'll try my best miss for your sake. Until next time. *brushes her cheek with his muzzle*
Sheonica Falcori
Armelle: She blushes as well and nuzzles into him before nodding. "Until next time Handsome." She winks to him from over her shoulder as she turns to head off as well. Going to join her herd and tell Thundara all about her day just to hear the mare complain about the cuteness.
Devil NightShade
Dominick:*steps out of the shadows long enough to move off in the other direction of his sister, almost slinking along rather than walking*
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:45 pm
[Private Roleplay] Nightmares Begin [link] (Armelle and Myrddin) April 25, 2010
The hunger was something he hated, despised, loathed... It reminded him of the ring. The ring where they starved him for sport. Meat bags using him for sport! Squishy, meaty little things that forced him to do their dirty work because of the now broken amulet around his neck. His lips curled as he remembered their screams when he finally broke loose, the taste of their blood.
The hunger... He tried to keep himself from getting to this state, but food had become scarce in the area, or he'd over-hunted since leaving that dragon-kalona mare months ago on her own. It was a controlling force for him. When he felt the pains, he hunted. He hunted to force the memories away. The memories that always came with the hunger.
The ring... If it was one thing he learned from it was brutality was his strong suit. So he hunted, stalked until the quarry was down. He'd never forget or forgive anything that got away from him when he was hungry. That white wind with armor, Crousader. He'd hunt that pin-feather down and finish the job. A well planned banquet.
His stomach gnawed at him, reminding him of the present. But the white stallion wasn't here. So he went off to hunt, searching for something much closer. It wouldn't matter what, so long as he could stop the hunger and thus the memories.
The girls were walking, on one of Armelle's many adventures. They set out to explore the land around them, to meet new Soquili, and maybe even meet more Soquili. There were relaxing from the long walk. Armelle was looking around, examining the area around them for a moment, her friend Eliza had ened up wounding her leg coming down one of the small trails, and was laying in the shade of a rock.
Armelle turns to look over her friend, moving to her slowly, nuzzling along her shoulder. "It feeling any better?" She asked in a slightly worried tone. She knew there was always danger no matter where you go, her brother had always warned her to keep an eye out. She would not of stopped here if her friend was not hurting when she was walking.
Eliza would nod. "Some what." She would stand but the pain was to much and she has to rest once more. Eliza had sprained her leg pretty bad, and more and she would of cracked the bone, so they were stuck here. Armelle lets her eyes look around, those soft blue orbs looking over the land around them. "Well, rest up, but we are going to have to move soon. Staying here could lead to trouble."
She had a feeling in her gut that something wrong was going to happen, maybe it was where they were, or maybe it was just her mind going to far. She stayed standing, and close to her friend. Eliza closed her eyes, the pain was fine as long as she was not on her hoof, watching Armelle though made her seem safe, for though Armelle was scared she did not show it and was staying calm.
Myrddin had taken flight, gliding silently in the air as he scanned below for food. It was a tactic, a trick he'd learn when he was a wyrm from bats and predatory birds. It also worked on unsuspecting Soquili too. He didn't think he'd see much as he flew down the mountain side, but the hunger wouldn't let him forget it was there.
Then he smelled it. Pain. Fear. Intoxicating. Meat-Soquili. Mares. And then he saw them, one of them clearly injured by the way she held her hoof up. It'd be easier to knock the healthy one down, out of the way and end the suffering of the injured.
No, he wouldn't act hasty yet. He circled above them though, gaining altitude. He'd need it to pull off what he'd do next, but for now, he'd wait.
A flicker of her ears, and that gut feeling were only growing. Her eyes looked around them, staying close to her dear friend. A glance from the corner of her eyes showed that her friend had her eyes closed, oh grate, napping, now they were surly to run into trouble.
Hooves carried her away from her friend, looking around the area, almost scouting to see if anyone was around that could help. She had not moved far, only about teen twenty feet away to a cliff that could look over the land below. A lovely sight, but hard for them to walk down with one wounded.
Thirst was starting to show, glancing back over her shoulder to her friend, not once did she thin of looking up, the only winged soquilli she had seen was Thundara, and she was a wind, though she was rather rude, Thundara was nothing to be afraid of. The other mare was trying to ease the pain and sleep some, maybe the rest would help the wounded leg.
He pulled his wings close to his sides, much like that of a hawk's, and began to dive at the black and pink mare. He'd take her out first, giving him a chance to go after the injured one with little hindrance. A grin spread on his face as he snapped his wings back open to keep him from crashing into the ground, pointing his front hooves forward at the mare. If he'd done it right, she'd be knocked down with some injuries, enough to daze her.
With his wings still open, he used them to help propel him backwards. He turned to the injured mare with a nasty hungry gleam in his eyes. "Hello my sweet," he purred as he lunged towards her.
Armelle turns to the sound, though it was to late. She was knocked down, rolling a few times, her eyes closed. She was dazed, not knowing what was going on, or what to think. Eliza jumps slightly to what was going on, wanting to stand, but there was nothing she could do.
Heart was racing, auds falling to her head, and the fear was in her eyes. Her leg hurt as she was trying to stand, but only slipped back down once more, her eyes closing. Armelle lays there, a slight pain coming over her, the power of the hooves making it hard for her to even breath.
He delighted in the fear, taking in a deep breath at the intoxicating scent. But he couldn't toy with his meal too much or the other mare would awaken and he'd have to deal with her too.
He gave his tail an idle flick and he tilted his head to the side, staring at her. "Don't worry. You won't be hurting much longer." He pushed with his back legs, mouth opening as he aimed for her throat.
[-Letting you decide if he makes it or not.-]
Armelle was out of it still, head worling, and her breath was hard to get back. Though Eliza was watching it all, his words only make things worse, and as he went to kick at her she tried to move, though the leg hurt just to muck, but she was able enough to move where he got her shoulder, that hard kick breaking it, not making it sure that she would never get up.
She whinnied out in pain, her eyes closing tight, her eyes still full of the fear, they jolted over to Armelle, knowing that she was not going to be able to help, and the only thing going though her head was that her friend could be dead, the shallow breaths of her friend not noticeable at this distant.
He shook his head at the mare as if disapproving of a young foal's action. "You see what you made me do?" He kept his eyes locked on the weakening mare's body, gauging for an opening and hardly noticing her fearful glance to the pink mare. He wasn't worried about her. All his hunger was set on the already injured mare that looks so tasty to him.
"I don't want too much marrow in my meal. Be a good girl and let me make your end quick and painless," he crooned.
The young friend did all she could to glare at the male, her eyes opening and closing and she was unable to control it as her body trembled slightly. Her voice was broken and soft as she spoke. “I will not give in and die so easily.” She tried to move her body almost rushing with adrenalin and fear, but that was most likely not the best move.
Armelle though was starting to come out of it, her head no longer spinning but the breath was still hard to get back. Ears would slide back as she watched her friend, she knew there was nothing at the moment she could do to help but maybe get up and distract that stallion. As her friend tried to stand she would snort and roll so she could get up, weak shaky legs and the movement making her head spin once more.
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[Teepee Roleplay] Moving on Down (Evening Night and Astranaar) June 8, 2010
A cold wind swept from the northwest, shrieking like a child. It was unusual for such cold to be creeping this late in the spring. It was... unnatural, for lack of better terms. And the cries of the coyotes had been steadily drawing closer. Change was in the air, but a foreboding one.
All the Critters seemed to be holed up, away from the biting cold. A blue bird was seen in the trees, fluffed up angrily. Even the bears seemed confused by the sudden winter touch in the air.
Evening Night hadn't ventured far from her home, save to find food or firewood. She was asleep, fully dressed, and huddled under several furs. A fitful sleep of prophecy.
The room was hues of blues and white, a great table as the center with only three figures. A blur of white and the scene changed. Now there were strange Soquili battling one another. Another flash and the sky appeared to be pinched, twisted, and then a great explosion with a falling star. But the star had feathered wings and armor. Star fragments blocked her vision and left her blinking at a new scene. Skinwalker. No, these were unlike the coyotes, cats grouping together. And two lone coyote-walkers watching other Soquili, plotting. A swirl of starlight blues and purple hues and her feet were carrying her southward. Her entire life packed on her back. It was joyous, not sad.
The fire had died down as she finally woke up. The journey of her dream slowly fading except the last part and some armored Soquili. Evening Night slowly sat up, pulling the furs close around her shoulders. She stared at the dying embers knowing she'd have to feed the fire to stay warm, but she kept puzzling over the dream.
Footsteps could be heard outside of her teepee. No, they weren't human feet. She stared at the opening flap, much like the prey when it sensed danger. She had no fighting skills, just that of a trapper, and she was calling herself several kinds of fools for never learning any form of defense.
The flap moved once, twice. She heard a snort on the other side sounding much like frustration. A horn appeared first followed by a blue and purple hued Soquili graced with stars and constellations. She was armored, complete with what the white man called a saddle. Her entire body seemed transparent and she had wings.
All Evening could do at first was stare in wonder. The Soquili from her dream. The mare moved towards her with a worried looked in her blue eyes. She touched her horn to Evening Night's head and the rest of the dream seemed to resurface, starting with her journey south.
"So it's time to move ahead."She looked around at her dwellings. This spot, this place, had been where she was waiting for her love, who never came. Yes, it was time to move on. She began to pack her things in the dying firelight.
The sun was beginning to make the sky a nice pink. Baskets and a long bundle of furs were strapped to the mare. Evening was impressed at the willingness of the celestial steed. She had the majority of the teepee and furnishings on her own back. Thankfully with the coming of day their journey would be less treacherous, fewer predators.
She took one final look around and let out a long sigh. Her home for the last four years, but it was time to move on for her own safety and that of the Soquili she watched over. She re-adjusted the straps to center her load and began to follow the river south.
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[News] All About Me Contest [link] December 08, 2010
This month we tried something different, the All About Me Contest. There were 4 entries that were so hard to choose from that I decided to raffle the winner. The winning entry was Lady Evelyn Nyht!! 'grats
Eve's pets have the spotlight in the logo! Myrddin & Vidia
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mrgreen MOVE OVER, you! It's ALL ABOUT ME! Name: Lady Evelyn Nyht
Image of Female Soquili:Vidia Female Soq RP Sample Link(s):Wherever You Go I’ll Be There | A New Dawn | I’d Give You My Wings So You Could Fly | Could It Get Any Worse? | Learning to Fall | Skeletons in the Closet Why should she get the spotlight?: I have sadly dragged Vidia through trials and tribulations left and right simply to develop her into a strong individual. While the rest of the Soquili her age have had their happily-ever-afters and families, she stands alone in her own world of pain because she is a plain half-wind. She was my first baby from Ever Sacrifice and Tawali and so she has a very special place in my heart even though I have caused her more pain than any other Soquili should endure. Currently, she is away from the Soquili lands learning to be a Medicine Horse and will return with her mentor in tow to make amends with those she feels she has wronged and to see if she has healed enough. Afterwards, I am hoping to begin entering for Eldership.
Image of Male Soquili:Myrddin Male Soq RP Sample Link(s):Here There Be Dragons | Life Lessongs | The Great Ring | Nightmares Begin | Why should he get the spotlight?: Myrddin is my second conflicting Soquili who shows the true lofty attitude that has been associated with Kalonas and Dragons alike. While he exhibits threatening interaction with anything less than a Kalona, he does have a deep knowledge that he is happy to share with his kind. Because of how extreme Myrddin behaves, he is an absolute thrill to play and I do not see him changing his ways in the future, which makes him a very stable confrontation. Aside from his interactions with others, Myrddin is very special to me simply because I commissioned him as an honor to my living father. When dungeons and dragons was popular in the 1970s, my father played a mage called Merlin who used an amulet of taming on a red dragon. The true name of the dragon has been lost, but the idea still remains. Myrddin is the alternate name for Merlin and his amulet of taming has my father's birthstone inside. While the magic of the amulet is broken, the story of the mage who tamed a red dragon is fresh in my mind every time I see this dragon-kalona.
Teepee Link:The Teepee of Evening Night Why should your teepee get the spotlight?: Though I have been absent in the last year and face multitudes of hiatuses due to real life, I try to keep my teepee as up-to-date and as organized as my mind can handle. This is my third teepee created, but the format and organization has stayed the same.
Why do you deserve the full spotlight?: As I found my nitch in the Soquili community, I have learned that it is not about how many you own, who you breed with, or even how many roleplays you put in a month. The underlining love about Soquili is for horse-lovers alike and the enjoyment of storytelling. I am more focused on storylines than expanding my herd number and giving the community something they can read, enjoy, and even want to be part of the action. I wouldn't have had my Soquili the way they are today if it was not for Epine de Rose, Uta, Celeanor, and Cajmera who were the start of endless plots and adventures that I desperately wanted to be connected with. And that's the true reason behind Soquili and I hope that I can shine with them and be a reminder to others and not some entity of days past.
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[PM Roleplay] Objective in Sight (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) February 7, 2011
“Why do we have to travel like grounded, father? We could cover more ground if we flew,”the softly painted mare moaned. She longed to stretch her wings and feel the rush of the winds.
Her father gave her a reproachful look. That was the downfall of her being raised in an all flight herd. She took for granted the use of their naturally given four legs.“We are not like the birds in the sky. We have four legs to walk with and two wings to fly. Besides, she’d be able to find us if we took to the sky.”
Windstorm gave a snort.“So because of your first mate, we are stuck as grounded. Everything we pride in can’t be used to travel faster away from her.”
“Well, no one asked you to join us,”said the peregrine falcon sitting on the painted stallion’s withers.“You can always return to the comfort of that herd. In fact, I could escort you back!”
“You most certainly will do no such thing, either of you. I don’t trust you out of my sight Omani’ceta. And both of us know the stubbornness of my line runs within her veins as well.”
The falcon clicked her beak in laughter.“Oh-ho. You think I’d fly off to find your heartmate and bring her directly to you? What good would that do me since we are constantly traveling?”
“Omani, don’t make me feel like I must tie you to my side to keep a better watch over you.”
Windstorm just rolled her eyes at the two bickering as they trudged along.
It had been this way since they left the comfort of the herdlands. The mare was truly starting to miss the security one had in the nest of family, but at the same time she was enjoying her adventure with her papa. As much as she loved her sister, it was a shame she didn’t get to see her as much as when they were younger. Oh, it seemed like eons since they had been young fillies not caring of the world around them.
She hadn’t even had the chance to say good-bye to the Angeni she had helped. A forlorn sigh escaped her maw at the thought of Auster. She had really started to warm up to him, but it was a shame she couldn’t tell if he felt the same growing feelings for her as well. The minute Wild Wind had said he was leaving, she could think of nothing else but to follow him. And the forest they were traveling through reminded her greatly of him.
Wild Wind sensed his daughter’s pensive state and slowed his step so he may walk beside her.“Daughter, don’t trouble yourself about what was left behind. This path has a purpose and you’ll discover it when you reach the end. Someone better will come along. So long as he has pure wind in his lineage,”he added as an aside.“Let us rest for now.”
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus had been following behind the father and daughter since he’d first heard the mare whine about not flying. He eavesdropped on their conversation and began to calculate in his mind on how best to introduce himself. What he hadn’t anticipated was to walk head long into the backside of the painted stallion.
Thinking on his hooves, he adjusted himself and made an apology and inquiry to the older stallion’s health.
Wild Wind gave a hearty chuckle,“I’m fine. Probably a bit bruised, but nothing that’s everlasting damage.”He looked at the white winged stallion. The plus was that this one was blessed with wings and he was most courteous. Not to seem like a hillbilly,“This feather-ball on my shoulders is Omani’ceta, my daughter Windstorm is the mare—of course—and I am better known as Wild Wind. What is your name and what brings you out here?”
Windstorm studiously placed herself meekly behind her father after her name was mentioned. The appearance of a stallion in the middle of the woods seemed like a familiar omen from days passed with Auster. She tried not to get her hopes up since that didn’t last long.
Psycho Shocker
“Prometheus, at your service,”he said with a graceful bow and a stretching of a wing.“I was merely strolling and wasn’t paying any attention to my surroundings. Again, you must accept my sincerest apologizes.”He glanced to Windstorm and took an appreciated look at her. She was indeed quite stunning.“Would you mind at all if I accompanied you and yours for a while. It has been quite some time since I ventured from my home and would be glad of conversation and some companionship,”he said with weighted hints.
“Of course, my dear boy. We’d be glad to add a fourth to our entourage until we bore you with our useless prattle.”The painted stallion was hopefully that a friendly accord would be struck between the young stud and his daughter so she might find fulfillment in lifematehood.
Windstorm nodded her acceptance and decided it was only proper to strike up a conversation.“Where is it you live, Prometheus?”
Psycho Shocker
“I found a cave up in the peaks of the mountains to call home. It gets terribly cold during the winter, but it is well isolated with few predators and other… unwanteds meandering through. During the summer, it supplies succulent grass to graze on. And there are even a few fruit trees to be enjoyed. I’ve learned to stock up on some foods, but sometimes during the winter I must travel south and fetch some grain from the village. The only way to reach my home is by flying.”
Windstorm couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as he spoke. It sounded like an ideal home and just as blessed as her grandfather’s herdlands.“When you say unwanteds, what exactly does that mean?”
Psycho Shocker
Since Prometheus has been listening attentively to their conversation, he knew that they were part of the proud wind lines that had been rumored to exist.“Oh, mostly those who couldn’t access my home with flight like unicorns, usdia, and other grounded breeds.”
At the news of this, Wild Wind’s hopes rose. So this wind stallion was from good stock as well. Properly raised to see his station above the ground-bound Soquili. But to be on the safe side,“were both of your parents winds?”
Psycho Shocker
And here was when the white stallion must lie through his teeth. He hadn’t realized they were so proud of a family as to require full blooded wind breeding.“Naturally. Why would any wind which to sully his line by laying with a grounded and feeling like his wings were forever clipped. It’s really disgusting what our line will do out of the affection known as love.”
“You couldn’t have spoken a truer word, my boy,”said Wild Wind happily as he clapped a wing on the back of the other. He took the time to glance up at the sky.“We should continue moving.”He made sure to start leading the others, giving his daughter ample time to converse with their newest companion.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus looked at the lovely mare beside him.“So tell me about your home. Or do you and your father have a home?”It wasn’t uncommon for most Soquili to constantly roam and never know of a home.
“My home is very much like yours. We’re up in the mountains with a very small path for the injured winds to find refuge. In fact, I helped an Angeni,”she trailed off at the thought of Auster.
Psycho Shocker
“Did you love him?”
Windstorm gave a snort, pulling herself from the melancholy.“I’m not certain, to be honest. I think I was more in awe of him that actual deep feelings. Besides, he was left behind to mend and I’m not sure the feelings would have ever been reciprocated.”
Psycho Shocker
He bumped his shoulder against hers as they walked.“Enough about this Angeni. Tell me more about your home.”He didn’t like seeing the distant look in her purple eyes and was hopeful to bring a smile to her features.
“Well, grandfather Balrog found an ideal home where the pregnant mothers may rest at ease and with nourishment not far for them to walk. It’s the same place where the young foals, the sickly, elderly, and injured may spend their time. The rest of the lands is mostly mountain tops with a few isolated caves for families to dwell. Our border is at the waterfall which was often where I went to meditate. It was truly a piece of heaven filled with nothing but family.”
Psycho Shocker
“Ah, but wouldn’t all that time spent with family meant you didn’t get to venture out much or meet new Soquili? It would seem to grow dull as time went on, wouldn’t it?”He hadn’t spent much time with his family once he was able to fly away. Nor did he really wish to spend any time with his family now, especially since he heard so little about them.
“A bit. After grandmother was attacked by skinwalkers—”
Psycho Shocker
He couldn’t help but interrupt at this revelation.“What? Your grandmother was attacked by skinwalkers? How?”
“Well, grandmother Stormwind went off looking for my uncle Firestorm. It was a terrible snowstorm that she shouldn’t have flown in, especially in her condition with foals—but she didn’t know that. She never did find my uncle, but after she had the babies placed in baskets, this… thing rose from the darkness and killed all but one basket. My grandfather was furious with worry and she was badly injured. But that basket reveled an Angeni from within.”
Psycho Shocker
“An Angeni? How could two winds produce an Angeni,”he asked a bit skeptical at the probability. Two wings would still equal two wings, not four.
“We’re not sure either. Some think it is a blessing from the Thunder God. Others think she was delirious with worry over Firestorm and the child isn’t my grandparents’. But back to why my herdland wasn’t so dull was simply because my father felt security needed to be increased in case Kalonas were real or skinwalkers could grow wings. So I helped him.”
Psycho Shocker
“And… Did you meet anyone?”He had a feeling that the answer would be no, and it was confirmed with a shake of her head.“So why are you so far from home then, Windstorm?”
Her features instantly turned to a frown as she glared at the back of her father’s head.“Well, it turned out that my father was once lifemated to another mare before my mother. He ran away from her and his old herd, but it seems she had traveled here to find him once again. I only discovered this when that falcon appeared one day. So he’s running so she won’t find him.”
Psycho Shocker
“Who is this she,”he asked out of simple curiosity.
“I don’t know. He won’t mention her name. I’m not sure if she’d kill him when she saw him or not. I’d rather not find out presently, so it seemed logical to just keep on moving.”She turned to him and smile.“Beside, it gives me a chance for adventure away from my family.”
Psycho Shocker
“True indeed,”Prometheus said with a hearty chuckle. He was pleased that she finally seemed to cheer up, even under such unhappy circumstances.
They lapsed into silence as they continued to walk. Both were unsure of how long Wild Wind would want to travel, or where they would rest for the evening. Windstorm definitely wasn’t sure if Prometheus would stay with them as they continued to journey or return home before nightfall.
Wild Wind heard the banter die down and slowed his steps to walk between the two.“Will you be joining us tonight, Prometheus?”
Psycho Shocker
“Well, it is a long journey for me to my home,”he lied,“and it would seem better to add a fourth pair of eyes at night for protection’s sake.”He knew that all sorts of creatures, big or small, roamed the forest at night and he didn’t want the mare on the other side of the other stallion to be marred by any means.
“Now that that is settled, we’ll go towards the mountains some to find ourselves a place for the night.”And he picked up his pace to find a suitable cave.
“Prometheus, tell me about your family,”she inquired after a space of time. He had mentioned that his family was of pure wind stock, but she was still curious about the mundane stories.
Psycho Shocker
“Well, my mother was a quirky black mare with hair very much like main, save for the tips. She had quite the appetite for only green apples. I couldn’t explain it and nor could my father. My father wasn’t around too much, but he did dote on my mother like she was his world. They were an idle, if scattered brained, couple. I have two sisters who seemed very much absorbed in their own little worlds, so I was pretty much left to my own devices.
“When I was finally strong enough to fly for long distance, I left home. I never looked back and I haven’t seen them since.”
Windstorm’s heart instantly went out to him as he mentioned not seeing his family. She didn’t know what it was like to be away from family and not plan to ever return. It didn’t seem possible for her to ever do something like that in the future.“Why didn’t you want to see them again?”
Psycho Shocker
“Because they behaved foolishly and felt that grounded were our equals. I never thought like them, didn’t agree with their teachings, so I didn’t feel comfortable in their folds.”
“They wanted you to couple with grounded,”she asked aghast. It didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem natural. To her it sounded very much like a death sentence.
Psycho Shocker
“’Tis true. It’s why I am where I am today. And they don’t know where I am either. I feel it is better that way, truth be told,”he said with a wink to her.
The painted stallion ahead shouted that he had found them a place for the night. It was cave network with running water cutting through some of the divided spaces.“No rain for tonight, so no one should drown,”said Omani’ceta sleepily.“Prometheus, I’d like for you to stay in this section with me and my daughter may have her own space.”
Psycho Shocker
The white stallion knew that this was to keep the daughter’s virtue and he was impressed that she hadn’t succumbed to any rutting stallion before. But then he reflected that she was isolated on a mountain range with mostly family members, so it did make quite a bit of sense in that respect. He nodded his agreement and bid Windstorm good night as she made her way to the back of the cave with Omani’ceta now perched on her shoulder.
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[PM Roleplay] Infiltration Operation (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) February 13, 2011
A few days had passed for the company of four. During that time, they didn’t travel much as rain began to fall the following day after meeting Prometheus. It only seemed logical that they should seek shelter in the cave they’d already discovered. They passed the time amiably talking about their dislike of the lessers or sleeping the day away. Once the rain let up, they continued on their journey until it was noticed that Windstorm had caught a small cold while they had encamped in the damp and chilly cave.
They were forced once more to find shelter so the young mare could recover before they could journey on. This time Wild Wind was more sensible and found a close grove of trees for them to spend their time. It was also an open enough space so the older stallion could keep an eye on the other two.
“I’m sorry you are ill, Windstorm. I thought the cold months in the herdlands would have heightened your inner warmth.”
“It’s not that it was too cold, father, but simply the damp. Never worry. A few days rest should have me back on my hooves.”
Psycho Shocker
“Is there anything I could get you, Windstorm,”Prometheus asked out of concern. Bears, kalona, and skinwalkers he could have fought against, but a simple cold seemed beyond his abilities. Secretly he wished his mother had had Unicorn blood instead of being a regular mare.
Windstorm eyed the stallion critically. It was uncommon for her to encounter a stallion who seemed truthfully concerned with her well-being. And it was certainly refreshing that this stallion was showing it better instead of with halting regard like another.“Perhaps an apple would suffice to help me on the jet stream to recovery.”
Psycho Shocker
The white stallion grew ridged at the mention of apples. He remembered distinctly how often his mother would only choose green apples as her main delicacy. And it was often joked by his father that she’d grow fat in belly if she kept it up, but he still made sure she had apples.
Perhaps a bit harsher than he meant to sound, he asked Wild Wind to accompany him in the search for apples.
As they walked out of earshot, Prometheus had to appease his curiosity.“Does your daughter often desire apples?”
The older stallion gave a loud bark of laughter and clapped a wing onto the back of the younger.“It is not often she asks for such treats. In fact, the only time she has asked is when she isn’t feeling her best. And while we aren’t with the herd and the healing two-legger isn’t with us, we’ll have to make due with her getting plenty of rest.”
Psycho Shocker
This put his mind at ease. At least she wouldn’t be completely like his mother in that respect. And he had thought this over in the passed few days that it seemed appropriate to consult the father before speaking with the daughter.“Sir, may I have your blessing to court your daughter?”
Wild Wind hadn’t been prepared for such a question. Well, not so soon. He had noticed how the stallion seemed to dote on his daughter and showed concern for her welfare. Wild Wind couldn’t have asked for a better stallion to ask for her attention, aside from an Angeni but he had been left behind.“You have my blessing. But remember that her answer is far more important than the one I give you.”
It was then that they found a few apple trees growing close together. Wild Wind snatched a bright red apple in his mouth and nodded his acceptance as the other did the same. They traveled back in silence because their mouths carried the desired fruit the mare had requested.
Wild Wind placed his burden near Windstorm and beckoned the falcon to wander with him for a time. He was hopeful that the stallion would get the courage to ask the mare himself, but he understood how daunting his daughter could appear at times.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus hadn’t expected to be left alone with the mare, but then he noticed that the other stallion wasn’t truly out of sight, just out of earshot. He placed his apple next to Wild Wind’s and felt immense satisfaction as she picked his first over her father’s.
“So how long do you think we may be here,”he asked for want of simple conversation.
She took the time to swallow the piece of apple she had in her mouth and looked up at the white stallion.“Should only be a few days, maybe three.”She continued to munch on the apple he brought and felt an involuntary shiver course across her body.
Psycho Shocker
Instantly Prometheus dropped himself behind the mare and tucked a wing over her body adding his body heat to hers. He didn’t dare look at her with such a compromising position for her. He wasn’t even sure why he had decided to give her such comfort except that he didn’t like seeing her ill.
Windstorm felt blood rush to her cheeks and she turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see. She played it off like she was reaching for the apple, but didn’t object to his demonstration or closeness.
Psycho Shocker
“It might seem prudent now, but I spoke with your father,”he ventured into beginning. He took a sidelong glance to measure her reaction.“Before I mention his answer though, I would like to ask you.”This seemed much harder than he had had it planned in his mind. But then he hadn’t expected her to be ill or such an odd position to be asking.“May I court you?”
Windstorm turned her head enough to give a sidelong look at him. He didn’t seem the type to joke and nor did she see any jesting visible. In fact, all she saw was discomfort and anxiety. She took the time to take a final bite of his apple while she mulled her options.
She turned her head to look at him again before giving her consent.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus felt like his heart would explode with joy and a fierce possessiveness took over him. He didn’t understand the reasoning for this possessive side, but suddenly he wasn’t uncomfortable pressing his body next to the pale paint with his wing stretched across her back. When the mare laid her head down like she would sleep, he settled his across her withers and dozed with her.
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[Private Roleplay] Swallowing the Rabbit [link] (Wild Wind, Omani'ceta, Windstorm, and Prometheus) February 22, 2011
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Prometheus didn't leave Windstorm's side much while she recovered. He doted on her every request to make sure she was resting and comfortable.
It was strange to him how much he felt for her so soon, but it didn't stop him from worrying his lies would somehow be revealed. The more he listened to the two, the more his concern grew.
Often the daughter complained about behaving like grounded but did the two breeds really have that much of a difference? Prometheus wasn't certain, but he knew if it was ever discovered he was half—he shuddered at the imagined consequences.
It had been a few days travel since their stop at the grove for the mare to recover. For once, Windstorm didn't have her father's companion because the older stallion worried more and more of his falcon alerting their whereabouts to his heartmate.
She couldn't help but long to soar into the night air. It was such a strong impulse that she felt herself push to her hooves and start to wander away from the rest of the slumbering party.
Psycho Shocker
The white stallion couldn't sleep due to worry, so was surprised when he saw the mare get up from her spot and start to leave. Not wishing to wake Wild Wind, Prometheus got to his own feet quietly and followed behind the pale paint.
Once they were some distance away, he saw her snap open her wings. But before she could take flight,"where is it you are going, Windstorm,"he asked from the shadows.
She jumped so suddenly she didn't have time enough to scream in alarm, which was a blessing. She gave a sheepish look to Prometheus."I wanted to fly."
Psycho Shocker
He didn't enjoy the look she gave him. It didn't suit her and appeared like guilt, like she was leaving him. No, he didn't like it at all. "Not going to look for her, are you,"he asked to bait her anger.
She was taken back by his snide remark, making her feel like she was a yearling who broke curfew."No, of course not. And I am grown mare!"
Psycho Shocker
"You are my—!"he stopped himself, shocked at how transparent his feelings were showing. He cleared his throat."How am I to court you if you sneak off?"
Windstorm felt her anger dissipate as she witnessed his discomfort and uncertainty. She moved closer to the stallion so she could run her wing down his."I won't tell father if you don't. Would you like to join me for a little night flying?"
Before she let him answer, she shouted,"Tag! You're it!"And off she went through the forest at a steady canter. Thankfully the full moon was out lighting a path for her. The moment there was a clearing she spread her wings out and took to the air.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus wasn't sure he liked that she wanted to sneak around behind her father's back. It vaguely reminded him of something one of his sisters might have done. That didn't stop him from being elated that he'd be spending more one-on-one time with the beautiful mare.
Before he could think too much on the conflicting emotions, she took off into the night. Fearful she'd hurt herself in the dark, he followed behind her. He caught a flash of her tail as it soared upwards into the sky. With no other option, he pursued to the sky.
She couldn't help but let out a peal of laughter the higher she flew. It was exhilarating to feel the wind beneath her wings and a stallion on her tail. This was much more enjoyable than whenever she flew with her family because of the result that might happen at the end.
Unable to contain herself, she did a quick loop in the air to backtrack towards Prometheus. As she flew past him, she reached out to touch her nose to his withers. She let out another round of giggles at the thoughts she imagined running through his head.
Psycho Shocker
He couldn't help but appreciate the spectacle she was giving in her complete joy in being allowed to fly. When she started to fly back at him he was a bit fearful they would collide and fall in a heap to the earth below, but the touch of her muzzle to his fur sent a shiver down his spine that delayed his reaction to keep up the chase.
Not wanting to seem like a simple half-breed, he started to pick up the pace and began to do barrel rolls around the mare. When he finally pulled ahead, he pulled his wings in tight against his body to spin towards the forest before snapping them back open in a daring display of prows.
She couldn't help but feel her blood start to run hotter as she watched Prometheus push himself through his aerial paces. It was thrilling to see him showing his feelings so open in the way he flew around her. When he came up to even altitude with her, they flew like birds in spring, circling around one another, touch each other when the opportunity was ripe, but never falling behind or pulling too far ahead, unless to give a playful little n** to the rump.
She felt like her heart was soaring to new heights as they spiraled downward to a clump of underbrush to further show each other their feelings in another way.
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Windstorm walked happily back with Prometheus, carefully tucked under his black, green, and cyan tipped wing. She was playfully tugging at his mane and nuzzling her nose against his neck when her father appeared before them.
"Where have you been? Omani'ceta worried sick. I thought you had flown off for home or worse."He cast an accusing glare to the white stallion before it finally dawned on him what he had just interrupted. He blushed as brightly as his daughter was and turned his head.
Wild Wind was very pleased that Windstorm had finally made her choice, but he was a little uncomfortable with the display and closeness he had just witnessed. There remained the dark traces of sweat to both their pelts and just the bright blush to his daughter's cheeks was enough to make him wish he hadn't barged in on their walk back to the encampment. Having finally made up his mind, he quickly turned around and led the silent party back.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus wasn't sure how to proceed. It hadn't been planned to spend some very quality alone time with Windstorm and another thing to be caught after the act. When they were back to the encampment, he wanted to instantly inform Wild Wind that he and Windstorm wanted to go back to his dwelling and remain a couple, but the words stuck in his throat because of guilt.
He looked at the pale painted mare for help, completely clueless on how to handle her father.
Windstorm got the hint and spoke quietly to her father. Together, the two set off for a walk through the woods, leaving the younger stallion behind with a very angry peregrine falcon.
"Father, I'm sorry."
"No, no. Don't apologize. Your mother and I weren't lifemated before we,"he paused trying to find the right word,"had you and your sisters from baskets. I'm not sure if you two understood the significant of that event, you were so little."
She could help but smile at her reminiscing father. The details were fuzzy from that day. And she remembered a headache."So you're not angry?"
"No, I'm not angry. Perhaps I am a little disappointed that you weren't properly lifemated in front of your grandfather, but I can't throw stones at you. I never would dare to in all my life. You, and only you, are my pride and joy, Windstorm. Remember that."
She felt herself swell with pride at the words her father spoke. She knew he couldn't love both his daughters equally, but it was something to know that he loved her the most. And it probably helped that she spent so much time with him while she was maturing, training to defend the herd, and just conferring with him while dealing with the Angeni.
"Thank you, father."She gave him an affectionate nuzzle."Will you give Prometheus a hard time?"
Wild Wind couldn't help but laugh."Of course I'm going to give him a hard time. You think I'm going to let him forget he got a free ride before going through the right procedure?"
She nudged and bumped her father as they walked back. She couldn't exactly object. It was his fatherly duties to make sure the one she chose would always honor her and remember that he'd have a father-in-law to deal with.
Wild Wind gave an affectionate nuzzle to his daughter before standing before Prometheus. His appearance looked rather stormy."Have you anything to say for yourself?"
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus wasn't sure what Windstorm had said to her father, but it didn't seem to be going in his favor. He felt like shuffling from hoof-to-hoof as if he were some adolescent caught disobeying his parents, but he held the action. However, it didn't stop him from looking worried.
He looked the older stallion straight in the eye."Sir, I ask your blessing for your daughter to remain at my side."It was as formal as he could make his request when inside he was screaming that she'd stop hiding behind her father and show her support. His eyes flickered momentarily onto her in thought.
Wild Wind continued to look over the younger stallion, purposely dragging out his approval much like he suspected his ex-father-in-law had done with him. He gave a casual flick of his wing to Windstorm and she obediently went to her father's side so he could stretch it across her back to show his protection openly.
"You seek my blessing after the fact,"he asked with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't about to let him forget what had happened, even though he was quite aware it took two. He frowned sharply at his daughter and finally settled his gaze back on Prometheus.
Psycho Shocker
He felt a small flare of jealousy when the mare moved to stand next to her father. It was an odd experience for him, jealousy. He still wanted her at his side, under his wing. But she wasn't his until her father conceded.
"Yes, sir. She is already very dear to my heart. You already know I have my own dwelling safe from attack as well as a few choice fruit trees and some grazing grounds. She would be well protected in my care."
The paint heaved a very heavy sigh."I wish it was within my power to lifemate you here and now, but only her grandfather could condone such an act. You have my blessing, stallion, and in my heart and mind I see the two of you as lifemated."
He looked down to his daughter with warmth in his bicolored eyes and placed his muzzle between her ears."I could not have asked for a better, more capable stallion to care for you,"he whispered. He bent over his wing and pulled a feather loose, tucking it securely to his daughter's mane.
She stretched out one of her own wings and repeated her father's action. She carefully placed it in Wild Wind's own mane."A wind always knows where their feathers are."She looked up at her father with misty eyes as she took her place by Prometheus's side, feeling his wing stretch over her back.
Psycho Shocker
Prometheus wasn't certain about the feather exchange. Was it true that if a Wind lost a feather he could find them again? It didn't seem possible, but then he noticed the slight spot of blood on the ends of both of them. It sounded very mythical as he stared at the feather in his mate's mane.
"Thank you. You are always welcome to hide out at my home. Erm… I guess you just have to follow your feather."He was truly a skeptic in the belief that feathers were tied to his senses.
The older stallion could see the uncertainty clearly on his son-in-law's face and could only chuckle and give a shake of his head."Thank you. I may visit soon to make sure my daughter is properly cared for, the usual fatherly duties,"he said with a smirk.
"Omani'ceta, the sun is up, so I think it is time for us to continue our journey alone. I'm certain the newly lifemated would like to return to their home."
The falcon flew over to perch on Wild Wind's shoulder. She turned her head sideways as she looked at her bonded's daughter."Watch out for yourself, youngling."She wasn't sure if she liked the white stallion at all. Some of the things he said didn't seem to hold much water or venom as when the two pinfeathers would talk.
As the two walked away from the young couple, Windstorm took the time to hide her misty eyes away from her mate by pretending to scratch her nose on a foreleg. She had never imagined leaving her father, leaving the herd to live with another. It had never entered her mind just a few simple weeks ago. This was a new experience for her and she was fearful.
"Well, shall we go home, love?"
Psycho Shocker
He noticed the darken fur around her eyes and frowned."Crying for what you're leaving behind or crying for what's ahead?"He honestly didn't want an answer, so gave his head a shake as he turned himself the opposite direction as the male and bird went."No sense in crying. We should do what your father suggested and make our way home. Come on. I can show you the land before nightfall if you're done blubbering."
And with that he took to the sky, not giving her a chance to let her temper rise with snippy retorts.
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:49 pm
[Private Roleplay] Pilgrim [link] (Vidia, Muirgen la Anise, and Felicity) May 3, 2011 Work in Progress
The pale mare had journeyed long and hard across the extensive desert. It was an experience she hadn't properly prepared for and before she was half-way across she had thought she would die on the sands. But she had crossed, miraculously, and saw plains stretching as far as she could see.
She was concerned about a bath and a drink, so set off to look for a water source. It crossed her mind momentarily that water might mean a chance meeting for what she was seeking, considering all her chance encounters of the past had revolved around the liquid of life--she mentally cringed at the recollections that sprang forth. Yes, she would either find someone who knew a medicine horse or get lucky and meet them at the water's edge.
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After a long drink and a quick dip in a nearby river, she hadn't seen hide, hair, or feather of another Soquili, but she met a lovely family of prairie dogs. They were able to tell her about the weather, their aliments they had suffered, and a description of a mare that healed uncle what's-his-name a few months ago. She had thanked them for their time before parting company to look for a large (possible exaggeration in size) alicorn.
Her search continued as she journeyed, speaking with a few other animals of the plains in hopes of a more recent encounter or a possible location to the elusive medicine alicorn.
She was enjoying the shade of a cottonwood tree, one of the few that dotted the plains, when a grasshopper sparrow began to chatter at an alarming rate. Something unfamiliar had entered the family's territory. At first, the alicorn couldn't tell what it was the sparrows were warning about, but Felicity grabbed her head and turned it in the right direction.
At first she hadn't seen anything in the tall plain grass. It was rippling in the breeze like normal, except a patch that seemed to stand defiant against the wind. But that was no grass. She finally noted it was a pale Soquili--she blended so well she seem a mirage.
But the sparrow was flying circles now above her head, warning her against harming their nest. The other Soquili lifted her head and seemed to speak to the excited bird, who finally alighted on her head.
The alicorn was finally curious as the male seemed to point in her direction with his wing as it answered the pale one's inquiry. Well, it wasn't unusual for other creatures to seek her for healing. And other Soquili wasn't unheard of, but rare. This one didn't seemed to be ailing, save an old scar over one eyes that could be softened. Maybe she was here for a love one?
The the mare locked eyes with her and she saw the true injury which couldn't be healed by horn or herbs. She felt her ferret companion climb down as the mare started to walk towards them, careful not to harm the grasshopper sparrow's nest.
Well the other animals she had spoken to hadn't been exaggerating about the alicorn's size. She was indeed bulkier than normal and she was taller than the pompous Wild Wind. She noted the streaks of silver and the herbs entwined in her hair, a sign of her age and hopefully skill. Hope swelled in her heart that she was on the right path to learn medicine.
But now that the moment was before her, she felt her confidence wane. She had always been a self-conscious mare, even as a filly. And even though she was far from familiar territory by her own accord, she was unsure it had been a wise decision.
What if this alicorn refused her because she was a simple regular? What if she wasn't really a medicine horse? What if she didn't want to pass on her skill? Vidia stopped in her tracks as the thoughts of doubt plagued her.
"I think she's lost her nerve," Felicity piped up to her bonded. "She had this intense, determined look, but it's clouded over with doubt now."
"She is spiritually broken. I cannot heal problems of the spirit with herbs. You know that."
"Ah, but you know how to heal just that, Muirgen, remember?"
Yes, indeed the alicorn had done just that for the ferret at her hooves, not to mention her own troubled past.
"Well, if she won't move then I'll go to her," Muirgen stated as she flicked her tail like a final decision.
She was doing a closer inspection of the mare before her as she leisurely walked closer. It looked as though the younger mare had tried to catch others' eyes with the feathers and noisy looking bangles around her pasturns. Some of the feathers did seem to have a personal touch to them, but the others? It was a bit too over the top for the older mare's taste.
"Welcome to Equa Tlogesi. I am Muirgen la Anise, local medicine horse. And this is my bonded, Felicity. What is it that you seek?"
The voice of the alicorn snapped her out of her self-reflection and doubt. She wasn't quite able to lift her head all the way up as she ambled closer to Muirgen. "I am Vidia from the Soquili lands and I wish to learn the ways of medicine."
She wasn't sure what reaction she would get, reminding herself that the worse that could happen would be a flat no. Well, there could be worse things, but she had thought on those enough in the time she had stood in doubt.
Muirgen looked down to the ferret with a silent question about Soquili lands. When Felicity shook her head in answer, the alicorn let out a sigh as she refocused on the pale mare. "You wish to learn medicine," she stated.
The ways of medicine was something her herd had known well and passed down to their youngsters. It was a long and tedious practice--identifying good herbs for healing, teaching to avoid the bad ones, little placebo tricks for those not really sick. Some had considered her talent witchcraft.
"Why?"
Vidia had a feeling that she would have to prove her sincerity to the larger mare, so lifted her head a little higher as she stepped closer. "Yes, I wish to learn medicine. I want to help other Soquili heal. I want to be of help to my family's herd with this skill.
"I saw an old two-legger by herself, but she always had others coming to her dwelling. She would grind plants, put them in a leather bag, and give them to her fellow two-leggers. She even made a salve to heal my wounds," she paused to show the scars running lightly across her chest and front legs.
Her confidence faltered. Lowering her head she said quietly, "I want to do something with my life."
The draft alicorn narrowed her eyes at the emphasis and the waning surety in the other mare. "Just something in your life? Most would be satisfied with just the happy, quiet life of maternity. Medicine is very tedious and takes extensive time to master."
She notice the last remnant air of confidence escape and instantly regretted how course she had sounded. She did not mean to drive someone away who looked to need help more than just a meaning to her own life. In fact, she was a little impressed that the young one before her could still store such feelings inside herself without the need to burst forth.
The paw from her companion was unnecessary to remind her to be delicate and not make an absolute refusal. They were both in agreement that something needed to be done to help Vidia. "But I will take you under my wing regardless. Come, come. You've much to learn about medicine and in yourself."
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Muirgen looked over at the mare beside her. She seemed so down beaten, the weight of the world on her shoulders. Did she look that way years ago? And the vibe seemed so blue, or that was the color she could see from the corner of her eye.
"Do you know who you are or what you want in your life? I sense a void in you, young one."
She could see her question had caught her off guard. A perplexed look crossing the pale mare's features, the walls were starting to form.
"You can't heal others if you aren't healed yourself. While the basics are good to know, belief is what helps with miracles." She offered a warm smile. "And I may know what you are going through."
Her eyes took on a distant look as she told her own story, her own personal struggle, and her salvation.
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"While the problems may be different, the path to healing is always the same," the alicorn said. "Take how we trim the plants we gather," she said as her ferret companion plucked away the brown dead leaves. "Even though we'll dry the plants, we take the time to remove the bad that has no healing properties left. So too will you do this as you travel down the path to healing."
She lowered her head to help lift the ferret up to hang the plants from an oak tree branch. "Airing out the past also helps you overcome it. If you keep it bottled up, it will only fester just like the plants will mold if not taken care of properly."
The ferret patted her head so she could lower her back down. "Of course, we'll do all of this in a more delicate manner. Spiritual healing takes longer than medicinal healing," she said as she lifted her head back up to smile warmly at the mare in front of her.
She walked around the mare, eyeing her accessories and general appearance. "I suspect those accessories were for attention. How about we lessen the load and simplify?" Felicity instantly went to work at the bangles around the pale mare's pasturns before scurrying up her tail to the feathers tied there.
"Please don't remove my family's feathers," she said as they fell to the ground. Muirgen swept them up, tucking them in the new herb bag. "Never fear. We'll put them to good use, dear."
The earring was removed as well as the herd feathers. The alicorn stood back surveying her friend's dismantling. "By removing the accessories, I've brought you down to your basics. Don't worry, we'll give you a new look, but remember that appearances isn't everything. It shouldn't matter how you look on the outside but how you are on the inside, which would be reflected in how you treat those around you."
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[Private Roleplay] Wishing to Fly [link] (Bellezza and Vidia) May 8, 2011 Work in Progress
It was a nice night. A night with a star filled sky. A night with a moon that shone brightly against the dark sky. There was a little bit of clouds, glowing lightly from the brightness, but other than that, it was dark and peaceful. Owls seemed to screech from around the large meadow with tall grasses. The bits of flowers that rose up here or there made for a great coloration. Everything was practically perfect in the small meadow.
And in the midst of it, laid a small foal, her body curled in a ball. Her family was off doing many things, flying, talking, having a fun time. She loved them dearly, little Bellezza did, but she did not want to pester her siblings and father when they wished to fly. Her mother was watching them, seemingly very worried for the small foals that were up in the sky. Little Belleza didn't have to worry about that, her lack of wings kept her grounded.
So she had wondered away, not very far, just a little bit to where she would still be seen if they needed her. But for now, she just laid, watching the sky curiously, her little ears flickering at every noise. Her body shifting every couple of minutes, tail wiggling. She was a good little filly. For now, she'd just sit, and watch, possibly go for a stroll, if she got too bored. But she wouldn't leave her parents' side too far.
It was so good to be coming back home. While the doubts and fears still plagued her with each footstep back into familiar territory, she hoped what she had learned with her mentor, who was tagging along as her own ease, would be enough to finally heal from her past. The pale mare was looking around at her surroundings, as if letting it all sink back into memory. It was a nice night.
At first she didn't notice the little filly laying down among tall grass, but thanks to the moon's light, she could make out the shape before she got too close to trod upon the poor dear. Vidia remembered how she didn't wander too far away from her own family, so glanced about in the distance until she noticed a mare who seemed focus on the sky above.
She looked up, barely seeing the shapes that were soaring in the sky. But she was used to watching the skies for her own family, though she was a year out of practice.
Her focus went back to the filly near her. "Pleasant evening, little one. It's a nice night with family, isn't it?"
Bellezza continued to quietly watch, her ears flickering randomly, white hair falling once more into her eyes. She almost pouted, before moving to lay her head back upon the ground, only to jump slightly, startled by the sudden voice. Her head snapped up and toward the mare, staring quietly, before her ears flickered up, and then back against her head. She shifted slightly, before tilting her head and nodded a bit.
"Yes... but mommy and daddy are busy with my brother and sister... So I'm waiting." She said, her eyes flickering quietly toward her again. She slowly started to stand, her body shifting, before she stabled herself, and peered up at the mare, eyes very curious. She tilted her head, eying her with curios filled eyes, not sure what she was supposed to say to the elder female.
She couldn't help but feel a bit entertained when the filly jumped. "I didn't mean to frighten you from such deep thought," she apologized. Though she understood what it was like to be lost in that state quite well.
"Waiting is no fun," she said with a flick of her tail as she lowered her head to be even with the little one. "My name's Vidia. What's your name?"
Bellezza glanced back toward her family, staring for several seconds. She blinked, her ears flickering back to her head, before she shifted and looked back up. Her eyes flickered for a second, before she smiled some and nodded her head to accept the apology, not really minding the fact at all. She was easily jumpy when alone, in all honesty. Her ears flicked up again, before she took a small step back to see the female better.
"Yeah... I don't like waiting, but I'll do it cause I love my family.." She said, nodding her head, which caused the white of her mane to flicker several times over her face and neck. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Vidia. I'm Bellezza." She said, with a small bow of her head.
"Bellezza, what a pretty name," she said with honesty. She watched the little filly carefully. Yes, it seemed her past was looking back at her in the present. "You know, I used to do the same thing. Wait on my father and older sister to come back down from the skies."
She glanced around like she was going to tell a secret with a playful grin. "I used to be pretty jealous that I couldn't fly too." She finally lifted her head up, giving an affirmative nod. "It's true. My mother, one younger sister, and myself are grounded while my father and three other sisters can fly. Didn't mean I loved them less, but it just doesn't seem fair sometimes, right?"
Bellezza blinked, staring up toward her quietly, before her eyes flickered quietly toward her family in the skies again. She blinked for a few seconds, before shifting to look back at the taller female. Her tail flicked some, before she blinked and slowly nodding her head, her body wiggling, as if to mimic the motion of flying, before she put her hoofs firmly against the ground.
"Thank you! I love my name.. Mama says it means beauty." She said, smiling gently. "Really? My mama likes spending time with me... but she's making sure that my siblings are okay. But I don't mind... they can go fly, and I'll learn about stuff down here!" There was a small hint of resentment, of wanting to actually fly. Maybe at some point she could ask her father to take her up, even just for a few minutes.
She felt the tug of a memory looking down at the filly, the same old feelings that seemed tied to this land that she hadn't felt while away. She wondered if she would ever get passed that feeling, the feeling that her father held her winged sisters in a higher regard. While she knew as an adult that he didn't, the young filly in her heart wanted that reassurance--needed that reassurance.
"What sort of stuff do you want to learn down here," she asked. It hadn't been something she had thought of at that age. No no, it was well after adulthood that becoming a medicine horse would make her life feel more complete than the dream of flight and love.
Bellezza blinked and tilted her head some, staring up toward the female. Her little ears flickered, before she looked around, and then up toward where her siblings were in the distance. She wiggled her tail somewhat before leaning and sniffing at the grass, trying to think.
"I... I'll learn about trees... and stuff." She said, looking back up toward the female, eyes soft.
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:50 pm
[Private Roleplay] Lives and Treasure [link] (Aine and Myrddin) May 8, 2011
The red dragon was waiting. Waiting for his revenge. Waiting to make the final kill. But that blasted white stallion rarely left without an escort around him no thanks to those brimstone-blazing Skinwalkers. His tail lashed in agitation. At least the white mare had shown him where to find the old wind. And he still wore the old armor from the fight that resulted in their escape--an escape where Myrddin didn't get a meal...
He kept his leathery wings folded tightly against his body, pacing in further frustration. He could wait longer. Eventually guard would relax and he'd be the one to exact his revenge and the long waited meal.
He heard a noise in the forest, ears twisting in the sound's direction. Slowly, he crept closer, trying his best not to draw attention to whatever it was that dared thrash about in his forest.
Gold glittered through the forest as the light caught her pelt, Aine ran, ran as fast as she could, breathing heavily and sweat dripped down her beautiful golden pelt, curled mane flew behind her getting caught in some branches. Aine looked back suddenly as she pulled her mane free. Thundering hoof beats could be heard behind her from a much larger and stronger force, branches snapped clean off by whomever or whatever was chasing the golden mare. She'd never been so terrified before in her life she didn't even realize she'd run into another’s territory and right now she didn't care...
Earlier she'd accidently stumbled upon a hunting Kalona and become its prey in place of what it had been hunting before. She never meant to scare away the wolf, as barbaric as it was, she just happened upon the scene of the cornered wolf allowing it to get away. The stallion had become enraged forcing Aine to flee.
Here she was still running and she was starting to tire, she hadn't the stamina of a racer, or the strength of a warrior. She was a lover, a beauty not a fighter.
Someone help... She prayed.
He had been taunt and ready to pounce on whatever dashed in front of him, but what he saw stalled him. She, for her could tell it was female by the scent, was brightly colored. Her pelt seemed to glisten with the light and sweat. He was mesmerized. His treasure.
The time it took for his mind to stop being numb, a second creature dashed behind her. Bat-like, leathery wings and a spade tail marked him as a kalona. And it was chasing his treasure.
The dragon gave chase to the other stallion, snarling at him as he slowly caught up with the beast. He figured the other one thought he was crying out a warning about territory or helping chase down the poor gold thing, so he wasn't surprised when he lashed out with his tail at the dragon.
Myrddin caught hold of the tail with his teeth, still running to be even with the brute that would hurt his treasure. He spat the tail out of his mouth, slamming his shoulder against other. "Back off!"
The other Kalona indeed was glad of the company; one large mare would be pleasant for a pair of Male meat eaters. This would make things easier, he could tell the golden mare was tiring; his mouth started salivating imagining the warm flesh that he would soon devour... He felt teeth on his tail. "What are you doing." turned and lashed out fangs bared "Thisss one cossst me my dinner!" the Kalona hissed before feeling the full force of the dragon, the male Kalona snarled as he was shoved against a tree, growling painfully he tried shifting to loosen the vice grip of the draconic stallion.
Aine glanced back franticly behind her, only to see the appearance of another, another Kalona, would this one be as hungry as the last? Aine was afraid. She didn't want to die or have blood all over her pelt or a scar for that matter. Oh gods her beautiful form all mangled by these two. Aine couldn't bear it, this was going to be the end of her, she was certain.
At least until she heard a voice, Aine rain behind a tree gingerly peeking out behind a tree to see what had occurred behind her, she was a distance away careful, not to get too close in case she had to bolt as well, but from what it seemed the larger male was defending her... Someone had sent her a knight in a unique form. Aine silently thanked whoever it was.
Myrddin was glad to see he had momentarily dazed the other so he placed himself in the path between him and the mare. His head was angled downwards, ready to use horns and head. "Hunger can be appeased else where. The gold is mine."
His tail was lashing violently as his back hooves dug into the ground for leverage. "Easier to find faster prey than fight over it."
The Brute growled angrily as the other male moved in-between him and his prey, he hissed this would be the second meal he lost but the other male did make a point, not to mention he wouldn't have to put in actual fighting effort to attain it, this male looked strong. It still irked him something fierce to loose twice in one day. "You'd better keep an eye on her..." the other male laughed letting the sentence trail, "I'll be watching." and with that left the other, to find new game and watch over his territory and the boarder of Myrddins.
Aine watched quietly as the other stallion left, shuddering she still didn't move, she wasn't sure what this other Kalona had in mind, not to mention he was scaled, she'd never seen anyone like him before. Aine was unsure to call out to him and thank him; he had just saved her after all, once the other male was clear out of sight Aine called to Myrddin.
"Thank you," she offered a smile, light reflecting off her hide as she moved.
He watched the stallion stalk off. He knew from his own personal revenge that that one would not forget this incident. He'd make sure next time to snap his neck before letting him walk away slightly bruised.
He slowly turned around, wondering if the vision he had seen earlier had been his imagination--a secret longing of his old bed of gold he'd lost before the Ring. But he was ensnared by the color of her pelt as she walked towards him.
He gave his wings a quick flex, letting them stretch to their full length as he let the tension from his body leave. He answered her gratitude with a slight nod, his eyes on the spun gold of her mane.
"Come, Treasure. He will forever be watching," he beckoned as if to lead her in the direction she had been running.
A sigh of relief escaped her once the other stallion gave her a nod, at least it didn't seem like he'd eat her like the last one. Perhaps he was one of those rumoured kind Kalona stallions, but there was no doubt about his fierceness it looked as though earlier if he had wanted to the other wouldn't have left without a scratch.
Aine's blue eyes took in the features of her knightly rescuer, once he calmed he was strong and even with such strange features as being covered in scales he was handsome, very much so, perhaps this was a fated meeting? Aine wondered but briefly, as the stallion beckoned her to come, Aine went to him and with a slight nod of her head agreed. "I'm Aine," she quietly gave her name though he seemed to have chosen one already.
Treasure, it had a lovely ring to it, It was a beautiful nickname befitting the golden mare, Aine was indeed beautiful like the gold humans had. Ohh imagine once she bathed she'd shine so much more than this once all that dirt and twigs left had been removed. She couldn't wait to bathe, if he was impressed by how she looked now, he'd certainly like it better then. Aine was curious to know the name of her new protector, but felt this was the wrong place to ask anger still lingered in the air here.
He slowed down enough to walk beside her, not wanting to give anything a chance to hurt his treasure. "Myrddin of the red dragons," he stated as coolly as he had beckoned her to move.
He finally let his fiery gaze settle on her before going back to his surveillance of their surroundings. He could tell there was a tarnish now to her image from her run in the woods. His mind settled on one of the local caves near the mountain range, away from the red phoenix herd grounds so he wouldn't draw attention of their watchdogs.
But first... "We'll stop at the river before settling down for the night," he said just as they broke through the trees to the banks of the Rockslide Falls river. "I will keep watch if you wish to make more use of the current."
Red dragons? As in the mythical creatures she's heard about, Aine hadn't ever thought they were anything but stories, but then again he did truly look the part. "It's an honour Myrddin." she offered a little bow of her head as they walked. Aine had been saved by a dragon that was something to make the beginnings of a good story. Aine listened to Myrddin as he spoke of the river inside his territory.
"Wonderful," Aine said allowed she'd be able to clean herself and shine brighter than before, and she certainly didn't mind the fierce pair of eyes keeping watch, he seemed as enchanted by her as she was about him. Aine smiled "I'm not going to disappear if that's what you’re thinking." she assured, especially not with that evil Kalona out there. She’d rather not become someone’s dinner.
He reached over and pulled a twig from her mane now that she seemed determined to bathe. "I intend to make sure that you don't," he stated bluntly. It would not do for him to lose his treasure so soon after finding it. He gave her rump a nudge with his nose, careful not to poke her with the horn, as he moved into the sunlight. "Go, bathe."
He slowly lowered himself down to the ground to wait while she made use of the river. Though it might appear to others he was being passive, he was ever watchful of her and the tree line. But mostly he was keeping an eye on her. The words of that kalona were still ringing in his ears and he did not want to take the chance that she might slip away from him.
Aine let him pull a twig from her mane which also pulled her hair, though she tried not to shoe it, it did hurt. And she had plenty more twigs where that last one had come from. "Imagine how rude it would be for me to flee from my protector." she answered as he hunkered down telling her to bath and she trotted daintily toward the river. Her previous fears of the other stallion now long vanished with her new watchful protector.
Aine wadded into the water neck deep allowing the current to wash off most of the dirt on her hide and to allow some of the twigs to untangle themselves from her mane and tail floating down the river, after a while once she deemed most of herself rinsed, next came the grunt work, of making sure her hide was spotless and shining. The River had still missed a few spots and there where twigs still in her hair. And came closer to shore where the current was weaker and knelt in the water carefully pulling out twigs, wincing each time one yanked out one of her golden locks.
Finished, after hours of preening at her reflection in the water’s surface carefully detailing every hair on her golden hide, the mare shone like a golden fleece, or a pile of golden coins. Hair of curled woven gold fell across her shoulders as she returned toward Myrddin, “Finished.” She announced to the dragon who was rather patient, surprisingly, most stallions would have left by now.
He let out a small grunt to her response. Her comment wasn't required, he would never let his guard down around her. And so, he watched her and the tree line.
He let a softness appear in his eyes as he had watched her bathe, a softness that only one other kalona had seen--Malison. He quietly wondered about his prodigy, but stopped his reflection quickly. It was the past. He had a present and he couldn't fix everything of the past.
But he was on the right path to replacing his bed of gold he reflected as he saw the true shine of the golden mare near him. He had been right is guessing her color had been tarnished from sweat and dirt. He felt himself ensnared once more to her color, a longing filling his chest.
He turned his head away from her as he rose, pretending to check the trees. "Good. It will be a long walk from here. Let me know if you wish to eat before we settle for the night," he said as he walked back into the forest.
Too busy had Aine been to see the dragons softness appear, for but a brief moment only to vanish like the whispering wind. Though her vanity was pleased as she noted he couldn’t help but gaze at her in all her brilliance, though Aine knew not the thoughts that plagued him as his eyes where mysterious fierceness concealing any feeling Aine might find within them. Didn’t they say Eyes where the windows into the soul? Some human saying Aine had heard long ago. Perhaps it was true after all why else would you try to conceal what their eyes showed.
“I would quite enjoy a meal, that run took a lot out of me.” Aine admitted, though the bath did bring energy back into her stride as she strode proudly beside the stallion as he headed back to his forest. Aine knowing once more she shone like she had before she had been force to flee for her dear life.
He once more walked beside her, thought slightly ahead to lead her to their temporary dwelling. "Then we will stop in a clearing I know." He glanced over towards her. "I will take my kill once you are settled for the night," he mentioned. He was no grass eater, but he knew the lessers ate such and other non-meat variety.
He decided to set some ground rules for her to fill the silence. "When we are settled for the night, you will not leave the grounds. Understood?" He expected absolute obedience from his Treasure. "If you leave, I will find you," he said as he leaned in to take a good whiff of her clean scent.
Aine gave a quiet nod as they walked, the dragon wasn't very talkative but from the stories she'd heard they never really where, so she just kept stride. She didn't change her expression when the stallion spoke of his 'kill', Aine couldn't say she was surprised; look at him the entire stallion was meant to eat meat. Though she silently hoped he didn't eat other soquili. "Thank you for the consideration," she gave a light smile.
Though his sudden charm switched on her with demands, though as long as she was fancied she could comply, at least till she got bored. Eventually she'd need some social interaction; she was a social mare after all. Aine gave a light nod "Understood," she could feel the fiery breath of the dragon on her hide, her heart rate elevated for a moment like an animal sensing danger she resisted the sudden feeling to bolt and continued with the dragon. That last comment hadn't been just a threat but a promise.
This might not be a bed of roses after all and Aine would rather keep herself in tact, she'd have to wait before she could find someone to talk to.
Myrddin could smell the fear on her and he felt a smile curl involuntarily. "Good." He went back to watching the trees in case the kalona decided to make another attempt even after the warning. He did not want his gold marred.
"You will obey me in all matters, Aine," he went on. He did not want a headstrong piece of treasure getting herself into danger or being stolen away from him. He thought of a way to not make it sound so much of a demand.
"No one else can better protect you than I." Which was pretty much the truth. He did not allow anything to win against him so easily. The only thing that had escaped his revenge was that damned white wind, Crousander.
He liked it when she was afraid, true to his race, she wouldn't always give him the pleasure. At least she would try, she wasn't sure how brave she was really she might have to resort to other measures. Special measures she was a mare after all "You made your point the first time," she assured him; though it was nice he tried to make it less of a demand this time. "I will listen." She said with finality. Hopefully no more promising threats would come with that.
the next point was probably true, he could take on a lot, so she wouldn't have to be worried about much coming after her, she could just come running back behind him so long as she did what she was told else she might end up in something the two legs called a casket. Then Again at least he was worried about her safety. "I believe that." she answered looking back at Myrddin. "Who tangles with a dragon and gets away with it."
Myrddin smirked at her subtle compliment. It pleased him that she knew about his kind, knew the prowls of his race. He pulled his leathery wings tighter against his sides, trying his best not to leak out his sense of self pride. Even that could be used against him by a foe.
He lapsed into silence, feeling his warnings had been enough to scare some sense into his treasure. The mountain was steadily looming closer, the ground becoming more rocky under hoof. He had said he would let her eat, but he wanted to make sure it was a sheltered enough area before allowing her that pleasure yet.
A silence seemed to fall upon the two, Aine saw him straighten when she slipped him a compliment, though he seemed to try and hide it. He was like many others she had met before, but far more dangerous than them. He had teeth that would bite if she made a fatal step in the wrong direction.
Aine focused ahead on the terrain as it became rougher, geeze by the end of this her legs would be thicker than the trunk of a willow. Aine had often avoided rough terrain in fear of straining herself but she had a feeling she might have to get used to and fast. Aine did her best to keep up with the dragon, without ushering the complaints that sat on the end of her tongue.
Most likely another precaution by her new protector, hopefully they would arrive soon...
The mountains provided a beautiful backdrop for the flat expanse of grass that somehow managed to survive even surrounded by large boulders and such rocky terrain. "Wait," he said as he walked off to inspect the surrounding area, his wings flared out like an agitated bird of prey.
When he felt the area was clear and safe, he nodded for her to walk towards him. "We will rest here for the night. Morning, we will move once more."
Aine waited as she was told as he inspected the area, as he did so she gazed out at the beautiful backdrop below, such a lovely view, one might consider it breathtaking. Few things where more beautiful to the mare than herself and unfortunately this wasn't one of them. Aine approached the dragon as she was called inspecting the area herself once she was able; it was indeed a nice place to rest. Aine offered Myddrin a nod of understanding.
The sun finally starting to set after a long day and Aine found herself more weary than she had realized trying to keep in front of that Kalona for so long was more tiring than she had imagined. Aine grazed, knowing her protector would make sure nothing came at her from the sky, once she ate her fill she knelt in the grass preparing for sleep. Aine wouldn't be able to sleep standing not tonight... anyway.
He made certain that she had had her fill and was seeing to her own comforts before he spread his wings. It would be faster to find his own meal quickly than to go about it on ground. He enjoyed his ground kills so much more, but he did not want his treasure harmed just because he had to appease his own stomach.
"Call out if danger arises," he stated gruffly, but believed honestly that nothing would harm her during his short absence. With nothing left for him to say, he moved away from her beating his wings to lift him into the twilight sky.
The golden mare gave him a light nod as she felt sleep coming on, she was so tired after running for her life. "I will do that." she said putting her head down, she strangely felt quite safe with the large dragons protection she wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming after her another Kalona or strange creature. No one would hurt her here. She would be safe, though how far that went she was too tired to guess at the moment.
She raised her head for a moment to watch the stallion fly away, she could hear his rhythmic wing beats, in her weariness the sounded almost hypnotic and soothing as she finally began nodding off her head felt heavy until she could no longer hold it up as she curled around herself comfortably on the soft grass.
So tired she was she slept deeply as soon as her clear blue eyes closed.
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[Private Roleplay] Old Values, Old Blood [link] (Theia and Myrddin) February 7, 2013 Work in Progress
The cool, clear day was perfect for climbing the skies, and something darted and twisted through the air, a spaded tail lashing with glee. Her powerful wings beat at the sky, and Theia was the spitting image of contempt and almost arrogant pride. She was healthy, strong, and young, her small frame lending itself to speed--and deception. Just because she was much tinier than her relatives meant little! After all, her grandmother, the alpha of the feared Black Skull herd, was just as small as she, and no one was fool enough to challenge her authority. Those who did, well, they didn't find themselves breathing much longer afterwards.
Theia had wandered far from the familiar territory of her home today, but, save for Skinwalkers, the Kalona was convinced that she had nothing to fear. Why, even a Skinwalker would not walk away from a scuffle with her without a limp!
Movement caught her eye, quick and sporadic, and Theia did not hesitate to fold her wings and plummet like a stone. A rabbit. Her hooves struck the animal even as she back-winged furiously, stirring up dust every which way. A clean kill, and while it was little more than a mouthful, her tail flicked from side to side with satisfaction.
Of course, it didn't occur seem to occur to her that she might be intruding in someone else's territory.
Perhaps it had, and the young mare had simply decided she didn't care.
Myrddin caught the scent of someone new in his territory. He sniffed at the air, trying to find the direction it was coming from. Was it that one Kalona stallion who had been after his treasure? He gave her a stern look and a word to remain where she was as he stalked off in the general direction the new smell was coming from. And oh, how the smell of blood mingled now in the air. That coppery tang was unmistakable. Blood had been spilled on his territory, but thankfully not his treasure's blood.
He charged off across the ground. While flight would have been faster, the scent was ground level and would have been lost in the air. He let his legs stretch as far as they could and before he knew it, he saw the source.
She was small compared to himself, but she could easily blend in with her surroundings with her colorings. She had her back to him, but the spade tail tipped him off as to her breed as it whipped back and forth in joy.
He lingered, debating on stepping forth and scaring her off. But she wouldn't know about his treasure, his pet. And she was the first pure he had seen since chasing off the stallion. He missed interacting with something of higher intelligence than his prize, interacting with something above simple meat. Well, his mind was made up. He tucked his wings tightly to his side and slowly approached.
Her head snapped up at the sound of something big moving through the area, and Theia wasted no time in spinning about to face the sudden new arrival. Oh, she could have taken her time, added some flair to her step, but if it was a bear--or worse, a Skinwalker--she would die a foolish death, and the thought was enough to shame her to the core.
The last thing she'd expected to see was a large, red male approaching, and Theia had never seen one who liked quite like him. He was Kalona, clearly, but also something more, and her ears pricked with interest despite herself.
Of course, if he was here thinking that he could scavenge her meal... She took the time to spread her wings to their fullest extent, a seemingly absentminded gesture, before she folded them neatly at her sides. The gleam in her eyes, however, never dimmed. "Why is it that all you interesting fellows only show up after I've killed, mm?" She teased, but she held her ground in case he decided to rush her. This wasn't her territory, after all!
"Unless you're hoping you can convince me for a bite..."
He let out a snort at her question, which he found quite humorous. "Oh, it was just your scent, though the smell of fresh blood was enticing. Like an exotic perfume from a rare flower."
He made a note of her stance and stopped moving towards her. It couldn't be said he was an agreeable dragon--when he wanted to be. He tilted his head to the side, looking at her inquisitively. "I'm quite capable of feeding myself and it would be foolish to take such a meager morsel." He frowned harshly quite suddenly. "What brings you to my territory?"
The mare arched her neck at that, and her amusement was practically palpable. "Such a way with words. I didn't expect that, not from a brute like you." To another, it would have been an insult, but from the way her eyes slid over his frame.... well, Theia was used to big, powerful Kalona stallions. In fact, she expected nothing less.
She made a good show of fluttering her wings again at his question, as though she couldn't quite make up her mind if he deserved an answer or not. "I go where I please. That it happened to be your territory today was mere coincidence. Fear not, Beastie. I have my own home to return to, and soon I shall leave you and your scrumptious rabbits behind." Her tail twitched though, thoughtful. "But who knew there was one of the blood hidden away so carefully?"
His chest filled with pride at her "warm" word. Well, she was doing no harm just being in his territory. And everyone knew how frequently rabbits repopulated, so a few weren't amiss. It was his treasure he was protective over, so he relaxed his guard marginally.
"Oh, I am so much more than one of the Kalona blood," he almost purred. He took a few steps closer, feeling a bit more comfortable with this female. "Far greater than that." He side-stepped next to her to whisper down into her ear. "I am a red dragon."
He pulled away to get a look at her reaction. He knew few were aware that his kind truly existed in Soquili lands. And it always pleased him when they realized that he was a being to be reckoned with and possibly admire/fear--those two emotions seemed to blend together. "But why so far from home, little mare?"
Theia allowed the stallion to continue his approach, her eyes half-lidded with apparent mirth. If he were to strike her now, she'd be in quite the pickle, but it seemed he only wished to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
Nothings indeed.
Her head snapped back with surprise, perhaps even disbelief, and her wings twitched before Theia took it upon herself to circle the stallion. Her narrowed eyes missed nothing, roaming over his form without attempting to disguise her actions. The scales, the horns, his odd, but powerful tail... Could it really be?
"A red dragon," She murmured, and her smile was toothy. "I don't know how much more you're worth..." But she was impressed, although she was doing what she could to keep it casual. "Why not, Dragon? I know no equals in my life. I go where I please, when I please it. None can compare to me--so what have I to fear?"
Her neck arched itself once more, and her smile was so smug that it was almost as though she was daring him to keep impressing her.
Oh-ho. This reaction was perhaps the best he had in a long, long time. He made certain to remain still as she moved about him, though he was a bit on the apprehensive side. It was difficult allowing one of the blood at his back, but she was certain her shock would over come anything... malicious. At least for now.
"Oh, you wouldn't understand, little Kalona, what it is like to be one of my kind." Once she was away from his wings, he made certain to stretch them out with a flourish, displaying the full extent of his prowls and rugged looks. "We dragons are so much more. Greater than all."
He folded his wings back to his side, tucking them tightly to his scaled body. "But it is fortunate you came across my territory and just me."
The urge to snake her neck out and snap at his flank was tempting, but the repercussions would be brutal. As assured as she was with her own strength, one didn't just lash out at someone twice her size. Not unless she planned on winning.
"Wouldn't I?" Her nostrils flared at the comment, and Theia proudly lifted her head as though that alone would put him in his place. "Then why," She began in a sweet tone, all but fluttering her eyes at him. "Have I never seen or even heard much of you before? Surely you should have taken hold of this whole land if you're half as great as you claim!"
Oh, but she did eye his wings. An impressive span, that.
"Why is that?" She wanted to know, curious despite herself. Next he was going to tell her that he was a gentle giant and she'd laugh herself to death.
Oh, how she was trying to nettle him, but his own self-confidence made him almost blind to the attempts to bring him down a notch. All it managed to do was remind him of his failure, his anger to the white wind steed. His tail lashed in agitation at the thought. "A take-over is too difficult of a task and I've been far too busy guarding my treasure and chasing after a lost meal."
He stamped a hoof as his tail stilled, releasing the last of his frustration. He could let his anger blind him, dulling his senses. "Skinwalkers prowl all over the lands. I've seen two keeping watch over the very one I hunt. And it's odd that they have joined forces against such a herd."
"Your treasure..." Her ears pricked curiously, and Theia had to wonder what that entailed, exactly. What more did a Kalona need than their own pride and sense of honor? "Hah! So the mighty dragon had prey slip through his hooves, did he? Well, don't fret!" She laughed, but oh, for all her gloating, she too knew the frustration of losing a meal.
It was the mention of Skinwalkers that got a reaction from the young mare, her muzzle wrinkling up to fully bare her teeth. "Filth. Skulking about. They're disgusting." Her tail lashed out with renewed fury, and she could only too easily remember the fallen body of their proud Protector...
"One day, I'll wipe them out myself."
He wouldn't broach any further on the topic of his treasure. He didn't want to risk losing her. And so he didn't mention anything about it to appease her curiosity. However, he did give her a look of incredibility which raised further with mild alarm.
"You little one, take out all the skinwalkers?" He couldn't help but let a snort out as he eyed her frame and the faint shimmer to her hide--which was very appealing. "Though I will admit, it is a bit disheartening to hear that one of your kind could be taken out by those creatures."
Though he knew the loss was the root of her vendetta, he didn't not express his condolences. He knew it would be of little thanks from a pure, though it did show itself however briefly in his molten eyes. "Surely you won't do all that on your own."
Little one? Her reaction was immediate: her head snapped up and her wings flared wide, her stance following suit so that she could make herself feel bigger than she was. "You think I can't?" She bit off each word like a challenge, and his statement seemed to be enough to make her wings sag just a touch. "He was old." She all but hissed. "Old and tired, but one of the most powerful stallions I'd ever known. He was the first to band us together, to encourage us to build our numbers."
He was right in assuming that pity would not be accepted kindly, but he had paid just enough respect to mollify her fiery temper. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." That was said more begrudgingly. "There were two of them. They fell upon us when we were unaware. If that's the way they wish to play, than they can cower when our whole herd descends upon them like the cowards they are."
He watched her as she had her slight tantrum. Though he was quite pleased to see she had such gumption, but comparatively to him she was still on the small side. "Yes, I think you can't," he egged on.
"Now numbers, I can believe would drive them off. But you really are such a little thing." He couldn't help but buff up his own chest--there was no sense in flaring out his wings again since she had taken a close enough look when he revealed his breed.
He resettled himself, stamping a back hoof to relieve himself from standing still so long. "Yes, they are the lot of them cowards. In fact, the meal I stalk has two skinwalkers prowling about his territory. I try my best to stay out of their way, but I've been watching them closely."
Her nostrils flared with temper, and Theia pinned the dragon with the most blazing stare she could manage. Somehow, it did little to make her feel better, particularly when he chose to comment on her size--again! "It's the smallest of snakes that strike where they can go unseen. One doesn't realize their mistake until they die from the venom." She didn't quite hiss, but there was no doubt that she was ruffled now.
"When no one watches, I can slip in close. A bite to the hamstring, or better yet, the throat and I will be the last thing they ever see."
Her ears remained pinned as she listened to him speak, tossing her head impudently. "Why not take them on yourself, then? With your superior size, you should have no trouble." Still, her temporary grudge was temporarily sated. "It would be a good opportunity, though, to eliminate those two. Less trouble for everyone, and you'd get your meal, in the end."
He couldn't help but smile at her attempt to bring him down a notch, but he knew better than to take out skinwalkers. At least, not right away. "You see, they are making the perfect distraction right now. And besides, the meal I want is well guarded by his brood. And I so do want to claim that one particular meal personally nothing else will suffice."
He could tell that his constant reminder of her size was getting to her. Not wishing to start a conflict--oh his treasure would worry over injuries--he decided to be polite. "Well then, little snake. Surely you have a name?"
Her tail practically cracked against the air as she lashed out with it, her frustration apparent, but it was clear that her words wouldn't be enough to goad this stallion into action. Very well. "Then you best make certain someone small and seeming insignificant doesn't creep in while you're waiting to steal it from you." The words were petulant, but she meant the threat. It wasn't as though she really cared about whatever this meal was--but if it would spite him and put him in his place, consider her tempted.
"Theia, of the Black Skull herd." She didn't quite snap, arching her neck proudly and staring him dead in the eye. "Your turn now, Dragon. You owe me that much."
