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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 4:27 pm
 Broad faded wings stretched out into the sky as an armored stallion glided through the vast near cloudless sky that stretched above the land. The sun, though bright, was hidden behind the few clouds that existed in the sky. This pleased the war horse since his armor occasionally made the bright orb glare beams of light into his eyes, which was logically distracting and rather painful. With less sun, he could freely wander the skies with fewer cares.
Knight had been flying above for a few hours. He hadn’t enjoyed a good flight in a long time because of the consistent pattern of bright, sunny days. But, even for a well trained war horse, his wings were giving out. Nostrils flared as a snort escaped the war stallion. Shaking his head, Knight slowly angled his wings so that he could calmly spiral downwards towards the earth where he had spotted a calm stream of clear water from above.
Dark hooves touched upon the earth with the grace of a dancer. For all his combat training, he still possessed some degree of grace. His sleek neck bent down to take a drink of the cold water from the stream. Knight ears, however, never stopped being alert… the possibility of company always lingered in his mind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:07 am
Given, she was still very much a foal but Numielle saw herself growing bigger than some of the little ones. And wasn't that ever a delightful thing~! Soon she'd be big and could go off on grand adventures and meet exotic new soquili from all walks of life. Ah, but the little filly still had some time before she was independent enough to wander too far from home.
Furthermore, she wasn't so sure she wanted to be far from Nimue and Ezriel! Yes, the little white and dark winged filly was a bit of a homebody. She didn't like to be parted from her families side for long, and much preferred cuddling with them than meeting strangers. In fact, each day the little filly found herself growing a little more shy and a little less inclined to investigate what the world had to offer.
Trees, streams, plains. . . she'd seen it all and held absolutely no drive to see any more of it unless her parents came along for the ride. Clingy was fast becoming a word one might associate Numielel with. . . at least when it came to those she held near and dear to her heart. It wasn't easy though, with a mother that frequently forgot who you were or what you wanted. And though Ezriel was wonderful, he too could vanish without word or warning. All Numielle really had in her life was her sisters, and even then they sometimes parted ways. . .
Today was one of those days.
Her family had grown scarce and her sisters didn't want to be bothered. So the little red head had maneuvered her way over to where a small stream trickled in to a lake. She wasn't particularly thirsty, but she did want to see her reflection. Her little horn tip was continuously stained with blood; it didn't seem to dry up or crust; nor did it drip even though it could stain her hide. But perhaps the worst thing of all was that no matter how hard she washed her horn and kept it clean, the blood always saturated through.
Step by step, the young filly trotted happily on her way. One set of wings gave a little shake and a little flap - it would be so much easier if she could just fly. But, with being the only winged one in her family outside of Nimue, she didn't often get a chance to fly. She preferred to walk and trot just like her sisters. . .
Maybe today she'd try. Just to see. She certainly flapped and stretched her wings enough, and sometimes she found she could even awkwardly flutter for a moment. But she always fella nd never managed to make it more than a few inches off the ground. Lurching forward, hopping awkwardly and flapping her wings with about as much grace as an elephant doing ballet, she skipped over to the waters edge.
If she noticed Knight further down the waters edge (which she did not, too focused on her hopes for a clean horn and an attempt to fly) she cared not and was only too happy to reach the bank. "Time to get you clean," she spoke to herself, not missing a beat as she lowered her head to dip the tip of her horn in the water.
For now, she'd let the little horn soak.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:35 pm
Ears twitched beneath the while mane as the war horse slowly raised his head from the stream. There was something here… however, he could not tell what it was. His senses indicated that there was certainly another creature wandering around here, akin to his own species, the soquili. But, something about the presence seemed rather off. There was a hint of darkness in this presence similar to that of Beatrice, a mare who shared the bloodline of a demon… but the presence was very different from the mare. If there was one word Knight would use to describe what he was feeling, ‘small’ was the closest thing he could come up.
Unlike full grown creatures, the new presence was incredibly small. Knight had rarely come across such small presences in his life time. The few times that he did come across such an occurrence occurred when he encountered abandoned little ones in the midst of war… Shaking the dark thought from his mind, the stallion wondered why such a young creature would be out by themselves… considering there was no other adult presences around besides his own.
Though his eyes could not see where this little one was, his senses could certainly point him in the rough direction of where they were. The muscles in his wings tightened as Knight wandered off to locate the little one. He prepared himself to see the worse of outcomes… After wandering down the banks of the stream, the war horse spotted his target not too far away ahead of him. His piercing blood colored eyes stared at the form of a small white foal with black and red wings. Tilting his armor clad head slightly he thought he saw the foal dipping what seemed to be a horn in the stream…
The little one was certainly an interesting sight despite the darker aura that emitted from her. The stallion let his wings relax, knowing that the little one seemed to be fine on their own. But, he was rather curious as to why the foal was alone… Keeping a short distance away from the foal, Knight was content with just watching until the little one was done cleaning their horn.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 7:06 am
Every now and then Numielle lifted her head, staring at her reflection to see how well her horn fared. No matter how many times she dipped her head, the blood remained and the little filly found herself a little upset. She didn't want the blood! Why wouldn't it go? Her frustration grew as a little pout crossed her feature, suddenly stamping from hoof to hoof in a bit of a tantrum.
"Stop it horn!" She sulked, shaking her head as hard as she could manage, as if attempting to fling her horn off her head completely. "Stop being red!" She shook her head so much she soon became dizzy and quickly lost her balance. Giving a little yelp of surprise, Numielle's cloven hooves desperately tried to grab the ground. Instead she stumbled to her side and plowed on to the ground of the bank, sending up a small puddle as her white fur was now stained in mud.
For a minute the little one sat there, surprised, before giving a little giggle. "Oops." She was completely and utterly oblivious to Knight's approach, her blue and coal stained gaze glittering with amusement as she struggled to her feet. Half of her was laced in mud and water while her other half was dry. She was making a bit of a mess of things but at least her red horn was forgotten and replaced by the fun of mud and water.
Pulling herself to her feet, she hobbled in to the water before squealing at the cold. Jerking back to the shore, half-running in a circle the little colt turned her gaze back at the water. She wanted to clean off but it was so cold! And Numielle wasn't sure she knew how to swim. . . . "Silly water being so cold," she giggled, stamping her hoof. "You should warm up for meeeeee," she sang out, "spiked tail swishing wildly behind her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:31 pm
The war horse couldn’t help but tilt his head slightly more to the side as he watched the little foal shout to herself… something about her horn apparently. He was not familiar with the circumstances of the problem so he couldn’t jump to any sudden conclusions. Still, from what he could tell from her shouting it seemed that something in particular was staining her little horn… Something that was re-
No quicker had Knight begun the thought, he moved his large form from the hill he stood upon and briskly walked towards the little foal. There were few things in life that created a red liquid. Of all the choices, blood was the only logical one in this case. Berry juice would have been highly unlikely since there should have been no reason why it would stain the little one’s horn, the mouth, yes, but not a horn. The foal’s sudden stumble into the mud hastened the stallion’s gant for he did not know what he’d find.
By the time the little foal went in and came out of the water squealing in surprise, Knight had reached the bank to where the little foal stood. Now that he was closer to the little one, he could make keen observations of her appearance. The little foal was certainly something. He’d never seen one with two pair of wings before… Stories of such creatures he’d heard of… but he’d never seen it before. The little one’s eyes and were unique that unlike most creatures, she possessed no whites… Just darkness…
And what really threw the war horse off were the eternally stained horn and the spiked tail that thrashed behind the little one. That would probably explain the little one’s darker aura that emitted from her. However, Knight could tell that the foal meant no harm. Suddenly in an awkward position, the war horse wasn’t sure how to introduce himself as he stood there slightly confounded.
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