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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:50 am
Welcome to the original birthplace of Ignatius This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 16h Ignatius' Stats Skill level: 75Power: 14 pts Strength: 11 pts Intelligence: 14 pts Wisdom: 14 pts Courage: 14 pts Luck: 13 pts Speed: 10 pts Agility: 8 pts Adaptability: 11 pts Stamina: 11 pts
Personality: Fierce, often brutal, quick to judge and with a taste for flesh; Ignatius is not an approachable figure even without considering his terrifying appearance. Despite this, those who getting past his spines they will find him to be deeply loyal and willing to place himself before anything that might seek to harm one he calls friend. Thanks to his mistrust of Nequus in general however, gaining his esteem is no easy task.
Location: Yisi Rishunesafarina and Quirne
Ignatius' Tree is located in the Eastern Quadrant 
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 6:53 am
1: Mule post
2: Directory
3: More information
4: The Tale of the Tree
5: Ignatius Horntail
6: Aquaintences
7: Other
8: Records
9: Journal
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:06 am
The name Ignatius (pronounced ig-NAY-shus) originates from the Roman family name Egnatius, the meaning of which is unknown, which is of Etruscan origin. The spelling was later altered to resemble Latin ignis meaning fire. Ignác is the Hungarian form of this name and was used as a pet name by the strange stallion’s lone father. He has yet to find another Nequus he holds in enough esteem to tell of this nickname. TreeThe tree is tall but not abnormally so, though its size is hardly the first thing that most note about it. The first thing that most note is that, no matter what the season, this tree possesses not a single leaf. Instead its twigs are adorned with small curved amber-orange spines which glimmer like jewels in the sunlight. The sharp little thorns also coat the main branches, which twist and turn every which way rather than grow straight. The spines fall throughout the year gradually and there are always a few on the ground around the tree, waiting to lodge into unwary hooves. The bark of the tree is predominantly brown but at random intervals, larger version of the spines that seem to replace leaves jut out of the trunk. Thanks to their larger size it easy to see the sharp jagged edges each one possesses. The other notable feature of the main shaft of the tree is a single deep scar fairly close to its roots. At the bottom of this scar, the whitish horn of a Reya is lodged deep into the wood. Once all this had been observed, a visitor to the unwelcoming thing might notice that the sturdiest branch is a little different from the rest. There are more spines on it for one; indeed it is coated near as thickly as the twigs are and the thorns are larger than most found on the trees limb’s. After looking up at the bejewelled branch for some time, an observer might notice five little stumps surrounded by a multitude of spines. Once upon a time they must have held fruits but, for reasons unknown, these fruits never fell to the ground. At the far end of this row closest to the trunk, there is a gap where another stump might once have been. The story of the tree cannot be told by observing its features, but the scar on the trunk with the snapped horn lodged deep and the five stumps that never parted from their branch hint that the story is sinister.
PersonalityWarm, friendly and trusting; three words that need never be applied to the scaled Reya. Ignatius has found the world to be a cold and cruel place for those who are too different and has reacted accordingly. He is scathing, quick to both anger and violence and very suspicious of other sentient creatures. He feels that the best way to keep himself for being hurt, physically or otherwise, is to keep others in fear of him or at the very least to remain aloof from them. Kick first ask questions later if at all, he reasons, has thus far kept him from being tormented by other as he was as a foal and he sees no immediate reason to change is attitude. Though he accepts that there are some people in the world that would not judge him on his scaled skin the majority are not so kind and, sensibly, he must tune himself to deal with the majority rather than the exceptions. This aside, Ignatius is capable of both trust loyalty and love once he comes to know someone well enough. This is a very rare occurrence however; in his life he has truly trusted two people. His sire, who is now dead, and a Reya filly that he grew up with and came to love but that relationship has also ended. Thanks to this lack of deep connections the brown scaled Nequus is deeply lonely, though he’d never admit it to anyone and wishes at least on some level that he was more trusting and approachable but cannot bring himself to let his guard down. This said however he does not wish that he looked like everyone else. Whilst he feels that it would be easier to be the same, if the price for an easy life is ‘being like one of those prats’ he’d rather things were difficult and he still himself. Stats Power: 14 Strength: 11 Intelligence: 14 Wisdom: 14 Courage: 14 Luck: 13 Speed: 10 Agility: 8 Adaptability: 11 Stamina: 11 SongsI disappear by Metallica. Every time I start to feel at home, every time I think I’ve made a friend something happens to take them away or to move me on. Did I do something wrong that I don’t remember or is it my mother’s evils I pay for in this lonely live I lead?Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. Sometimes I don’t think I’m a Nequus at all. I have heard of the black horrors that torment those weaker than themselves but even they do not eat flesh. Sometimes I can’t control my temper; I lash out and destroy everything around me in a mad rage. What am I?
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:50 am
It was a bright day in the lands of Shrilal, hardly a cloud was in the sky that day as the sun shone down on two curve-horned Nequus and two growing saplings. The stallion, a tall strong beast of dark coat and blue eye lowered his head to nuzzle at his pale-coated mate. It was a beautiful day to them, but would have been no less beautiful had there been storm and sleet. Their first tree was growing and neither would abandon their duties to it for the world. Days went on, some as bright as that first and others dull and grey and the pale mare tended the growing, twining trees. The sire came and went with good things to eat for his mate and as both laboured at their separate tasks six buds began to swell on the largest branch of the tree that became whole. From the darkness of the sire and the paleness of the dam came a strong brown column, rising up to the sky with its precious burden. As it climbed, the mare grew weaker and weaker. No matter how the stallion tried he could never seem to gather enough food to keep her strong. As the tree waxed, she waned to a shadow of herself with ribs showing and coat dusty, mind dulling along with her once brilliant amber eyes. One day, when the fruits were near grown, the strain became too great and the mare lost what remained of her mind. With screams of rage she rose up on her hindlegs and struck at the trunk, seeking to bring down her growing children and feast on their strength, the strength that had been hers. Amber sap poured forth under her onslaught and the growing fruits shook with each blow. Four had fallen and been destroyed by the time the stallion returned. The blue-eyed Reya’s heart near broke when he saw what his mate had become and, with a bellow of his own, he charged at her in the hopes of protecting his two remaining children. For hours the two fought one another about the tree for though the mare was still weakened her fury and her mate’s reluctance to harm her kept the two matched. By sunset, both were battered and bloodied and the stallion stood trembling before his tree, on which only one fruit remained. The mare laughed a laugh that held no sanity and, lowering her wicked horn, she charged at her once-love. It seemed as though she would plunge her horn clean into the wearied male’s chest but, at the last heartbeat before her blow would have hit home he spun aside and brought his hooves down on her withers. Though she tripped, the exhausted mare’s momentum carried her on and her creamy horn slammed into the tree at its base. The mare cursed and yelled and struggled to free herself but, before she could gather the strength for an almighty pull, the dark stallion reared up and brought his hooves down on her skull. It shattered like an egg and the image of madness painted in pale hair and blood was still. Exhausted, the stallion collapsed to the ground, his blood mingling with the dead mare’s and seeping down into the ground. Throughout the night, the growing tree’s roots drew up the blood of its parents and it began to change. The broad, healthy amber leaves that had been growing dropped to the earth, covering over the tree’s parents and in their place spines began to thrust out. By midmorning, when the stallion awoke, the twigs and branches were covered in them and wherever the mad mare had injured the trunk, a mighty thorn jutted out of the bark. Even the last remaining fruit had changed; the bronze spines that covered it were more numerous and longer and the surface of the cocoon had taken on a scaled quality. The dark sire spent some time regarding the changed tree grimly before bringing his hoof down once more against his lost love’s head, sundering her horn from her skull. By nightfall the corpse had been hauled away and the blue-eyed Nequus stood guard over his last child.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:57 am
Horntail; that was what the other foals called me. I hated them for it, hated their jeers and somehow hated more that they would only jeer from a distance and in groups of greater than three. Cowardly bastards. My father on the other hoof called me Ignác and I liked that very well indeed. There was but one other than my sire who called me by this name, and I called her Annalie. She was a small filly, not especially comely nor especially plain in form but her powder blue coat and curly white mane were the envy of many of her peers. With her I did not need to be aggressive or strong. With her I could run and play and graze as though I had a coat of hair and not of scales. She didn’t even seem to mind when I hunted for meat, though she did keep her distance whilst I ate my bloody meals. As we grew, the gulf between myself and the rest of the foals grew too. Over time, this strained my relationship with Annalie. She cared for me, I know she did but at the same time she befriended many of those who shouted abuse at me from afar. I came to resent this; that she could care for those shallow, callow cowards. I suppose I was short with her about them, I didn’t care that she never joined in their jeering. In my eyes, she was taking their side and I feared that sooner or later I would lose her. As it turned out, I did but for this I had only myself to blame. I drove her off, pure and simple and that is a fact that I regret to this day. We were near adults when it happened. One day, when we had finished our grazing and had gone to rest, I asked her to be my mate. She refused. I did not ask her why, as I should have done. I assumed. I assumed that she had already taken a mate from among the jeerers, which amounted to everybody except her and the ones who more or less fainted at the very sight of me. I thought I knew who it was though; he was a Reya like us but a true one with many tails, pale blue eyes and a dapple grey coat. I shouted at her, bellowed and I think I threatened her, I don’t really remember. It was so long ago and I was so angry; it is a clouded memory to me. The next clear thing I recall is the sight of her fleeing from me, covered in horn and hoof marks. She thundered through a stream, trailing blood in the slowly flowing water like liquid rubies. On the opposite bank she paused, looked back at me with hate and fear in her eyes. It was her turn to shout then, and shout she did. She told me that she’d been wrong all along, that I really was a monster as the others said I was. She said I ought never to have been born. After that she fled and I have not seen her since. The next day I went to seek out my father, hoping to find some solace in his company. When I reached his grazing grounds however, he was dead and the stallion who I thought my Annalie had taken to mate stood over him covered in blood. He didn’t run from my rage this time, this time he faced me down. Annalie, he told me, had come to him in the night and told him of what I had done. He decided to take it upon himself to ensure that the one who had created me never created more, and that my vile life was snuffed out before I did any more harm. With the same rage in which I had attacked Annalie, I charged at him, my only thought to take his life as he had taken my sire’s. That same blurriness fills my mind when I try to think on our duel, I think though that he fought quite well. I think too that he must have loved that blue mare as much as I and, had I not ripped his throat open with my horn, they might well have become mated after all. As it was though, he fell and I feasted on his flesh, still lost in my rage and hate and grief. When I came to myself dozens of Nequus were staring at me in horror. With sudden clarity I knew that I had to run before they recovered from their shock and so I raised my head from the dead Reya, bared my pointed teeth and charged at them. They scattered before me like leaves in the wind and I ran on. I did not look back or pause for rest until the moon was well risen and I was many hours from the place where I had lost my father and my Annalie. Since that day, I have lived a solitary life. Most fear to approach me and those few who do not I keep myself from trusting or loving for fear that either they will hurt me or that I will hurt them. My taste for blood remains but I sate it on creatures which do not think as Nequus do, though I do not claim that this is out of moral objection. A rabbit's family does not hunt you down. I do not pretend, either, that my isolation absolves me of my sins, of harming my Annalie and failing my father. I feel no guilt for what I did to the stallion who murdered my sire though, perhaps I should but I cannot find it in myself to care about his death beyond the pale satisfaction of fruitless revenge. Perhaps one day things will change for me. Perhaps one day there will be another who smiles at me and calls me Ignác. For now though that is not to be. For now, I am alone; Ignatius Horntail, beast born of blood that should never have been.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:59 am
Salomé - Mad, attractive, reasonable company. She seems to have attached herself to me, and insists on sharing her crazyness ah well, she’s somewhat amusing at least, and pretty to look at. Spyke - Brave, foolish. I’ve had few words with him, but I have to say this boy has balls; he’d make a good Hellene if he fancied it. Diego - Intelligent, tougher than he looks. He’s no trained warrior, but he’s not a bad fighter and has quite a way with words. An ambassador if ever there was one, this stallion is. Castor - Good company, weird. Nice chap, and a superior again I suppose but I’m ignoring that for the most part. For all the weirdness, we get on well and that has to be good. Meleager - Good sparring partner. He’s my superior I suppose but I keep forgetting that. Still, he doesn’t seem to mind too much and we’re a good match for each other so far as sparring goes. Utena - Decent company, reasonably friendly acquaintance - She’s a bit of an interfering self-righteous idiot but when you’re not doing something she thinks you shouldn’t she’s alright to be around. Fawkes - Gigantic flaming idiot - I don’t like this one, he’s as egotistical and short-tempered as I am, not a good combonation. Quite satisfying to fight with, but apparently he’s immortal and if I had beaten him he’d eventually have come back to kill me. Nice. Melantho - Good company, hot, friend- Pretty, thinks I’m awesome, seems like good company; what more could a stallion ask? Aku - Good company, polite; friend He’s a Rit; the first I’ve ever really had words with. We got on very well, I like him. Varten - Annoying little fraidy-rit Spoke once, know nothing about him other than that he was afraid. Xavier - Dull Not scared like his father but utterly failed to be interesting save one brief moment of awe at my uniqueness. Sanue Good company; friend He's just about as odd as me, lives near to me and sahres my opinion on stupid people and fish. What more could I ask? I like this stallion, if he ever needs my help I think I would give it to him. Desdemona - Bearable company A Halfbreed mare I met by the sea. First of that sort I've ever come across, a strange looking thing indeed. She's very odd in person too, making fish offerings to some goddess or other. Wouldn't mind meeting her again, I got fish from her and she didn't seem to care too much about my own strangeness. Invisible dead male black Reya (apparently)- Interesting and slightly disturbing company Well, now I can say I've talked to a dead Nequus. He was alright to talk to, he was frank and obviously he had nothing to fear from me seen as he was already dead and everything. Another one I wouldn't mind... err... speaking to again; never actually saw him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 6:00 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 6:02 am
Breakfast - Met a crazy crossbreed that went on about some moon goddess or other. She was harmless enough though, it was sort of nice to meet a fellow freak.
Two freaks - Hurra! I'm not the only freak in the world. I think I've made a friend in Sanue; what an odd feeling.
Nothing but grass - Well that was... Kind of annoying. Couple of Bae, one of them very skitty. There was one vaguely interesting moment but that soon passed and I went on to look for something other than grass to eat.
Fishing - Today, in Yisi, I met a Rit called Aku. He was very polite, very pleasant and I’m meeting him again tomorrow along with his adopted sister Melanto; a black Reya mare. I look forward to the encounter, I must say.
A conversation between demons - Well, today I met Melantho, or Mel as I am to call her. She is very attractive, and seems like she will be very pleasant company, too.
Dragons, Phoenixes and Princes - Some Ichsa girl interrupted a fight I was having with a stallion posessing fire magic. Somehow I’ve ended up traveling with her. I’m not quite sure how this happened.
Worthy opponents - Well, at last a challenge. Meleager, the herdleader, is a fine warrior; we came to a stalemate.
Opportunities - Problem solved; I’m going to be the Master Tactician’s bodyguard. Perhaps I’m finally getting a look in on that thing called luck.
Chasing Demons - I had to save a couple of stallion from Salomé today; she’d decided one of them was a demon and so I made up some drek story to calm her down. Seemed to work, luckily.
A brief holiday - A break, at last, and whilst on it I ran into Saune! He’s coming back to the herd with me to see if he wants to join up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 6:03 am
It's my journal, alright? I'm going to record stuff in it, stuff like feelings and grudges and sucesses and failures. It's nobody's buisness but mine what is written here any more than any of the rest of this has been. If you're going to look, I suggest you don't get caught.
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He vanished quite abruptly after that, which was a shame; I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Still, I felt much better for the brief and decidedly odd conversation. Not long after he left I caught myself a nice big fish, too. So, in the end it was; Day: quite good. People: can suck, can also be interesting. Fish: yummy. Sea: nice and cool. All in all, a good encounter from my point of view.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:26 am
Hahaha, crazy much? Crossbreed mare I found in my territory today was making offerings to ‘the Moon Goddess’. Well, so far as the stereotype for crosses goes... eh, she was crazy enough but not evil or dangerous. I suppose I quite enjoyed our talk, fellow freak and all that, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to see her again. I couldn’t take her seriously, and one should always be able to take one’s friends seriously. Plus she might harp on about her Goddess again and try to convert me or whatever. Still, as I say, quite nice to see another freak about, quite nice to find somebody who doesn’t scream and run at the sight of me. Shame she’s a nutter. Ah well.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:47 am
Today I made my first friend since Annalie. He’s a Jala stallion with front feet like a Shrila’s but cooler and a beak for a muzzle, again like a Shrila’s but cooler. We talked for ages, fished together and generally behaved like a couple of fairly normal people... Well other than the consumption of fish. Still, turns out he lives not far from me at all, just a little way along the coast. Far enough off for us not to take each other’s fish but close enough to be company. Didn’t think I really wanted company until now... well, didn’t admit to myself that I did in any case. I’ll be leaving the coast soon, it’s starting to get cold, but when I return in the spring I shall have to get to know him better. Today was good.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:53 am
Today I arrived in D’ob. I hate D’ob. The only meat to eat are tiny little things, hardly a mouthful and damn hard to catch without turning to paste. So, I was eating grass instead when this bridled Jala who was nearby spotted me, screamed the sky down and legged it. Stupid girl. Anyway, not long after that I spotted this pair of Bae. I decided that anything was more interesting than grass and went to speak to the.
Oh Gods was I ever wrong.
Grass eating is much more interesting than those two were. The red one, daddy to the black one, was silent most of the time, in fact he spoke once; scared of me. The black one wasn’t, and he spoke a bit, but he didn’t say anything interesting. All I got out of the meeting was one moment of awe from them when I told them I was the only one who is as I am that I know of in the world. After that, it all got dull again. I found out from them that there were apples nearby though, so I went off in search of them. Anything is more interesting to eat than grass, but apparently eating grass is more interesting than some people.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:35 pm
I hate D’ob, so I moved onto Yisi. There’s fish in the bigger streams there, and I caught myself four nice fat ones. Then I heard a little voice offering me more provided I didn’t eat its owner. A little Rit he was, a nice dark grey coat with black spots. He was very polite to me, and good company once he knew I wasn’t going to eat him. We chatted about this and that; about me being weird, how being normal is overrated and his sister mostly. His sister is actually a black Ryea called Melantho, and apparently she’d think I’m cool.
Potentially hot Reya mare who’d think I’m cool looking. Hehe.
Anyway, I’m seeing Aku again tomorrow, and Melantho should be there too. I’m looking forward to meeting her very much, and I hope I get on with her as well as I did with her furry sibling.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 3:27 pm
Today I met Melantho. She is as pretty as I had hoped,and better company too. She thinks I’m cool, asked questions other than ‘how do I get away from this demon’ and was otherwise fun to be around. Her relationship with her brother Aku is, and I don’t often use this word without gagging, adorable. I wonder if I and my siblings might have been that way if they had lived to birth. If they had lived to birth, I would not be as I am.
Much though my life would have been easier if I looked normal, I don’t wish for such a thing. I am what I am, and what I am needs no excuses or whatever the saying is. Still, yes, Mel. I’m going to try to keep in contact with her and her brother; I like them both already and I’ve not known them long. I suppose that means I have three friends now, quite an achievement so far as I’m concerned. I’ll be hanging about here in Yisi until spring, I think. After that I shall return to Qurine; people will be coming out of D’ob and back here so I think the isolation of the coast is the thing to seek. Screams of terror and disgust are so offputting.
Oh, and when I do return I must remember to look Sanue up and tell him about Aku and Mel. I think it would do him good to know that there are people in the world who do not hate us for being as we are.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:46 am
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