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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:04 pm
 Paul Revere snuck through the forest as stealthily as a big orange stallion could in the middle of winter, alert for any speck of bright color in the trees. As amusing as the situation was, he did NOT want to be playing "Daddy" for some random basket found in these same woods. The very idea was terrifying, but being who he was, Paul tried to laugh it off.
His weak laughter echoed alarmingly through the winter-bare trees and he moved deeper into the forest in silence.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:22 pm
 Akteon stalked the woods as if her were a hunter. He really wasn't, but his self-mannerisms definately acted as such. Keeping his head down, the stallion worked to keep his helm from getting caught in the low branches. That happened once, when he was running - and felt like he had almost torn his head off. Needless to say, it was quite painful.
The unicorn didn't blend in well with this white snow, but at least in the dark he looked more like a sulking shadow than a blatant soquili.
He heard laughter, and turned in that direction. Akteon stepped lightly in the snow, making as little noise as possible.
Dark eyes peered out from under his skulled-helm, and saw the orange stallion who more than unsuccessfully remained inconspicuous. He was quiet, though, Akteon had to give him that.
The dark unicorn followed him a bit, and then intentionally stepped on a broken twig to try and get the other's attention.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:28 pm
The orange Soquili spun around, earning himself a few scratches on his flanks and legs, to face the source of the noise. The first thing he saw was a skull, seemingly floating in midair. Paul Revere blanched and backed up a couple steps before he saw the faint shape of another Soquili beneath the skull, in the proper position for a body to a head.
"Heheheh," he laughed, a bit hysterically, "what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, trying to use humor to lighten what appeared to be a dark and sinister situation. The projected amusment in his voice didn't quite cover the trembling due to fear.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:33 pm
Akteon couldn't help but smile and then chuckle at the orange stallion's response. Since he was 'discovered', the unicorn stepped into the molted moonlight of the forest. His tail swished from side to side, the bound claws tinkling softly. "I could ask the same of you, good Sir."
He turned his head to the side, to peer from one eye only. "You don't seem to blend in very well, do you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:37 pm
Some of Paul Revere's tension faded when the other stallion showed no overt ill-will, though he was still cautious. "I'm hiding out from responsibility," he replied good-naturedly.
"And no I don't," the orange stallion chuckled, "but it's not like I can help that!" He grinned at the other Soquili. "So...what brings you out here then?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 2:51 pm
Akteon was a bit more controlled, but he had every urge to throw his head back and laugh whole-heartedly. "Responsibility, eh? Well then, I am not one to disagree. What kind of trouble have you caused that you are staying away?" His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Me?" The stallion took a stepp forward and rattled the antlers against some branches. "Well, I am the Keeper of these woods. I watch and protect the creatures from harm of the Evil Ones." His eyes continued to sparkle, usually he would lose all credence at this point, the truth of such words proven for what they truly are. "You are not an evil one, such bright-colored-stallion-of-the-irresponsible?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 3:04 pm
"Trouble? I've caused no trouble!" The stallion was indignant. "It ain't my fault I helped this li'l flutter find some abandoned basket, an' now she wants me ta help raise it!"
Paul Revere winked at Akteon. "Keeper of the Woods, eh? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not evil though, a'course, it all depends on what you wanna call 'evil.'"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 3:18 pm
Akteon's smile broadened as the stallion got defensive. He couldn't repress his shudder, "Raising a baby? Not to mention someone else's baby? No wonder you are running this way with your tail between your legs."
"Come," The stallion turned his head. "Let's get you further away from this tainted clearing."
He watched the orange stallion carefully, eyeing him to see if he could detect any 'evil'. Akteon smirked and tossed his head, "I have deamed you to not be an Evil One... you are the Orange One of th Glade!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 3:23 pm
Paul Revere snorted. "It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't want me to be a parent. An uncle, sure, no problem, but a dad!? Like you said, it's not even mine," he said, his tone still amused, but annoyed.
"Tainted, eh? I dunno how you can tell that, but heyla, it's your call," the orange Soq replied. "An' that's a fancy title there, don' know if I can live up to it," he said, winking and grinning at Akteon.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:39 pm
The stallion clacked his teeth together, intrigued by this bright stallion, the one now dubbed 'of the Glade'. "The gods forbid you ever have a child of your own," Akteon joked, but kept an eye on this soquili to watch for a bit of a response.
"Hmmm.... I guess as the Protector, it would be my call, hmmmm?" Akteon dropped to one knee and bowed in a four-legged fashion, "I am called Akteon, Good Sir, and would you like to join me in the Purging of the Night? To ensure that the forest is free of such Evils as Skinwalkers, Kalonas, Parentless baskets, and foul odors?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:46 pm
The orange stallion snorted again. "Kids of my own? Never. I'll talk to a kid, babysit for a wee, but raise one? Nope. Not for me," he replied.
"Akteon? That Greek or something?" Paul Revere inquired, tilting his head a bit. "But sure I'll join ya, though I don't know what I can do to help," the Soquili answered, the hint of a chuckle in his voice, finding it amusing that the "Keeper of the Forest" would like him to aid in the "Purging of the Night" - he could hear the capitals easily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:55 pm
The stallion stepped forward, that way they wouldn't have to yell through the woods at each other. "Greek? What's that? I don't know really. My mom named me, after - as she said - a disgraced hunter. I guess he caught a goddess bathing and she changed him, only to be hunted himself." Akteon sniffed loudly, "My momma loved me!"
As he was then side-by-side to Paul, Akteon bumped shoulders, "Oh, you don't have to do too much. One look at you and I am sure anything Evil will run away screaming." He chided as they went on into the Forest to Hunt the Evil Ones.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:59 pm
Paul Revere snickered. "Still sounds Greek to me. I mean, didn't they have so many stories about gods and goddesses?"
But he followed the other Soquili's lead readily enough as they went to Hunt the Evil Ones. "I'll just take yer word for it," he commented, laughing a bit. Even so, Paul had no real wish to confront any Evil. "Evil" was usually synonymous with "dangerous."
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:09 pm
Akteon eyed Paul sideways again, something he did rather often given he had that antler helm to deal with. "Wouldn't know, I guess... but I guess you don't have any reason to be untruthful about the matter." The watchful eye winked.
They walked a bit further when the stallion stopped. He dropped his head to his hooves and poked his nose into the snow, snuffing loudly.
"Mmmm, this will not do..." Akteon mumbled, continuing to poke into the snow.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:38 pm
If a horse could shrug, the orange stallion would have in response. "Nope! No reason t' lie t' ya," he said cheerfully.
Paul Revere stopped when Akteon did, not wanting to get in the other male's way. He couldn't see anything different about the snow in front of them from the snow behind them. "What is it?" he whispered.
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