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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 2:38 pm
((LOTS of Soquili involved..... so... listing is:
mouselet: Somnium, Wyrsa
EchoLimaFoxtrot: Tlocatl, Ruadh Wolfbane, Bramble, Fennel, and Thistle ))
Bramble lounged under the small tree, well within jumping distance of the teepee. His father was in the tree itself, along with a green fluttercorn who was supposedly his.... aunt. "So, let me get this straight... gran-mama had more children?" The grounded stallion looked from father to 'aunt'. "And, you didn't know?"
Thistle sighed and shook out his mane. "Well, son, I knew she was pregnant. She came by a couple times. But you know your gran-mama - she's never in the same place for very long. I had no idea about your aunts and uncle until fairly recently."
Bramble twitched and looked back at his Aunt... her name was Fennel. "But you knew? Gran-mama told you about us?"
Fennel had let the males talk. She was content to wait until she was asked. When her nephew (perhaps more accurately was step-nephew) asked her a question, she responded. "Mother told me that she had had previous children, that is true. She had become smitten with Father and stayed with him awhile until we were older. I decided that I wanted to know my other siblings as well. But I have only had luck in finding your father."
Thistle nodded emphatically. "Yes, she tends to enjoy her males before moving on. She does come around here very often. I am sure you'll get to see her again soon - she hasn't been around recently so is sure to return."
Bramble didn't buy all of the information. "But why now... Aunt?" His eyes took in Fennel carefully. Sure, he was already accepting her, but she didn't need to know that quite yet.
Fennel smiled gently, "Because I wanted to get to know the rest of my family. And wanted a place to settle down... to call home."
Thistle snorted, "Or until the right stallion came along..."
Fennel choked and stared at her half-brother. "I would never! Regardless of how Mother is with her stallions, I would appreciate if you would not expect the same qualities in myself!"
Bramble smiled himself. He knew gran-mama's history, and Thistle's as well. "Well, Da did about the same thing... do you even remember Ma's name?"
Thistle glared at his son, "That is not the issue at hand!"
Tlocatl could hear the whining and noise going on at the tree. He rolled his eyes, turning on a heel to change directions. It was night time, and he would love to get away from here. Fennel had arrived that afternoon, and the teepee hadn't had a moment's of quiet with all the nagging once Thistle brought his son back with him. A weak family.... he liked his Aunt Viola well enough, but her offspring were just so pathetic - like his Mother's current fascination with that pesky flutter.
His own mother was off. Sanika had woken and packed some things up without an explanation. She left with Nagual for... whatever reason. Not that he cared - though he almost wished Sanika were here to chase off the irritating fluttercorns and that pristine half-unicorn.
So until they left, he would have the pretense of "scouting" around the teepee. He was, in a way, for his wings itched to take flight if a certain someone came around. It was night, so he might not get very far due to the lack of thermals, but he would chose flight if she ever came around. Somnium had given him her warning, and while his blood boiled at her arrogance to think he was her's when in fact he was his own, it also froze with fear at just the mere thought of what she would do when she caught him again. There were no cliffs to jump from around here.
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Meanwhile, Wolfbane lifted his head, his sharp teeth dripping in the blood from his fresh meal that rested at his cloven hooves. Dark ears perked to the sounds of the desert, for just a moment he thought he heard a change in the desert chorus. But it was just his own thoughs, for it sounded exactly the same.
The stallion dropped his head again, and a shiver of pure ecstacy ran through his body as the warm lifesource of the creature's blood. He was great at killing, and even better at torture. Even at that moment, his meal was still alive, and as each tear sent a whimper to his ears, Wolfbane revealed both in his stomach becoming more full but also for the pain he was giving to this doomed jackrabbit. It would not live through the night, and it knew that... but Wolfbane was good at keeping it alive, so there was no escape, not even in death...yet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 3:19 pm
Somnium was having slightly better luck than his father in ignoring the flutters' conversation, having the bulk of the dark and empty teepee between himself and them. This lack of distraction may not have been a good thing though, as it left the injured stallion time to brood.
His wing was still bandaged fairly well as to be almost immobile, and it had a tendency to throw him off-balance when he moved too quickly. So, he tried to move slowly to keep his balance and to keep from jarring the wing. As he knew from painful and recent experience, moving the wing too much would send bolts of pain through it and into his shoulder, outlining the bite his mother had taken out of his body.
The young Kalona shuddered with that thought, sending new spurts of pain through his wing and side. Tonight was just the sort of night she'd like too, he was sure. The night was dark, with a new moon in the sky, and the stars shone brighter than ever for the lack. Somnium could actually see the stars fairly well, as he really didn't have to energy to maintain the flames on his hooves at a brighter level than the smoldering flamelets he bore currently.
He sighed. So many stars...such a big world out there. And yet even though there were as many people and Soquili as stars he could see, he knew that for Wyrsa, Sanika's teepee and the Soquili there were like the North Star. The Skinwalker could find them easily, and Somnium doubted anything would ever change that.
The moon was dark, the night was cool and tonight would be the night. Wyrsa smiled, revealing the much longer canines she possessed in coyote form to the night. She had waited many days for a prime opportunity to...visit...Tloc and their sons, and tonight was the night.
She moved slowly and silently through the scrub and brush, the pale fabric of the teepee almost a beacon to her dark-adjusted eyes. Last time she had visited, the Skinwalker had been unable to surprise Tloc. This time she would be even more stealthy. And this time Tloc was not her primary goal. Her sons, the injured Somnium whom she'd already "met" and the as-yet unknown quantity of Ruadh Wolfbane, were her priorities this time.
Wyrsa paused as voices reached her ears. A female and...a male? No, two male. The coyote's lip curled in an unvoiced snarl as she recognized one of the male voices as the flutter that had taunted her while Tloc and his merry band stole her baskets - her meals! - away from her.
The Skinwalker ignored the quiet voice of logic reminding her that if the baskets hadn't been stolen, she wouldn't have sons to torment tonight.
But, she couldn't allow this stupid flutter to mock her and get away with it! Wyrsa revised her plan for the night, making a mental note to come back and get the flutter after she was done with her real business here. That being done, she gave a wide berth to the area with the voices and began arcing around the teepee area, aiming for the teepee itself, and trying to avoid alerting the flutter and his friends to her presence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 4:46 pm
Bramble smirked, "Well, isn't it?" The stallion knew well the opposite gender. He didn't feel like it was bad or not that his gran-mama and father did not have extended relations with the other involved in the conceptions. He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them... but he was having fun with this discussion, only because Fennel looked positively scandalized.
Thistle fumed, a reddish tint reaching his purple cheeks. For once, he was out of words. Yes, he had had a fling, and he knew that Bramble was also having flings... but he just got to meet his half-sister, and it was obvious by her reaction that this kind of talk was not appropriate in her mind. "I think it would be wise to change the subject." He took a breath and sent his son a striked glare. "What was the name of that mare you've been spending all that time with? Julia? Crystal?" His voice just dripped sweetness, poisoned sweetness.
Bramble smiled and gave his aunt a wink. "Her name is Gyzel, and we have done nothing to be ashamed of. Our time together is with the purest of intentions."
Fennel took a deep breath. She had been finding it diffcult up to this point. No, she would wait until she found 'the one', which was one reason she came here. Her mother moved around a lot, and it was difficult to try to settle. Here, at least she would have a base to return to - and maybe an actual family. When it was just her and her mother, there wasn't much for relationships.
Tlocatl wished he could drone out the fluttercorns and the newest of their generations. He did that by scouting deeper into the desert, and allowing the sounds of crickets, bugs, scorpions, and crawlies, to take the plunge. The stallion stopped for a moment. What happened to the sounds? He looked around. Maybe it was nothing. There was only sand here now, he had gone further than he intended. Even the fluttercorn voices were soft whispers out here - just a sound on the heated breeze.
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Wolfbane nudged the rabbit's leg. The limb twitched, desperate to get away. He was about to take a bite when the jackrabbit just flinched - and not because of him. The kalona frowned, no, it shouldn't be that close to death. Leaning forward, the stallioon looked into those pain-glazed eyes with a pleased grin. Those eyes were begging, pleading for release - to just finish it off.
Oh, but he wasn't done yet. He'd allow the rabbit its release when he was good and ready to give it!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 2:06 pm
The Skinwalker was moving slowly, carefully, when the wind shifted. Her head came up and she sniffed the breeze delicately, savoring the scent of blood - old and new. Crouching down again, belly fur brushing the sand, Wyrsa gradually made her way up the sandy slope to the higher ground where the teepee stood, careful to keep a fair distance between herself and the chattering voices.
As she edged around towards the back of the teepee, with the voices at the front, the bloodscent became even stronger, and now she could pick up the scent of the owner. Her son, the fool who had come looking for her and turned her eyes back to the desert.
In thanks for that reminder, she had no real plan to add to his recuperation time. Though that could change, the Skinwalker thought with a savage grin as she shifted back to horse form.
The injured Kalona was edgy. Something wasn't quite right, though he couldn't put his finger on what. The flames on his hooves flared up in preparation to defend himself, and his wings twitched, readying themselves for flight-!
Somnium hissed in pain as his injured wing protested mightily, the flames on his feet dying back down. On the one hand, it was good to know that his instincts weren't being dulled by his inability to do much of anything. On the other hand...it would be many months before he could even hope to move the wing without any pain.
Still, he was on the alert now, gazing around intently.
Wyrsa watched quietly as Somnium's subconscious realized she was back and tried to goad him into action. His reaction to the sudden pain was pleasing, and his alertness afterward even more so. Her son was no weakling to submit to a beating and give up, he was a fighter!
And more than anything else, Wyrsa loved bringing fighters to their knees in pain and humiliation.
But, she had other goals tonight, and she would like to see Somnium healed enough that he could be of true entertainment to her in the future. So, she wouldn't torture him tonight. Much.
The Skinwalker slowly paced into view, waiting until she was sure the young Kalona could see her before allowing a nasty, sadistic smile to creep over her face.
Somnium strained his senses to try and pick out the danger that they insisted was imminent. He could see nothing in the blackness of the night but the vague outlines of cacti and sanddunes. And...something else. Something moving slowly. As it came closer and closer, the suspense wound his nerves ever more tightly, especially given his hunch as to what, or more specifically who, it was.
His guess wasn't confirmed until he saw the glittering reflections of his dulled flames off of the legs of his visitor. Then he didn't need to see the odd yellow eyes beneath the furred mask. And he really didn't need to see the white teeth and sharp fangs revealed in a slow smile.
Frightened not only by her presence now, but also by the memory of what had already happened to him, it was some long minutes before the Kalona could speak. Finally he swallowed and plunged ahead.
"What do you want?" his mouth felt dry, and his couldn't seem to raise his voice above a whisper. HIs whole body was so tense, Somnium felt he might pull a muscle just sitting here.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:08 pm
Fennel shook her head pitifully. So this was how it was to have a family. Already, she had grown fond of Bramble... and Thistle wasn't so bad, when he wasn't off talking about himself, or some story he more than likely made up. "I am sure, Bramble, that you would not stoop to such a level. You have the heart of a true gallant stallion!" she praised, only smugly noticing the blanched look on her brother's face.
Bramble preened under the praise. "Why thank you, Aunt. I am glad that someone appreciates me and my work."
Thistle sighed dramatically, then... frowned. It was very quiet. He looked to Bramble, who was used to the sounds of the desert. "It's.... quiet."
Fennel paused too and shrugged her daintly shoulders, "I think it's always been quiet. There just aren't as many animals around here that I am used to."
Bramble smirked, "It's probably because you talk so loud, Da!" The stallion looked to his Aunt, "So, where did you grow up? What was it like?"
Fennel smiled, "Mother took us around. Nymph and Zayn, your other aunt and uncle, moved on fairly early. I wound up sticking around, until I too chose to move on. We spent most of our time in the woods and meadows...especially the meadows. There, there is lots of green. At least, more green than here...."
Tlocatl sighed, they were so noisy! Where he was, there were still normal animal sounds, though less than usual. They were right, though, it was proabably their insessant talking that accounted for the quietness.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:19 pm
The Skinwalker paced a large arc around her son, rather than the circle she would normally have preferred. It was smart of him to have his injured side up against the teepee, preventing her or any other attacker from reaching it easily. Wyrsa approved of that forethought.
She didn't answer right away, knowing her silence would put him further off-balance. While his spirit and resourcefulness made her proud, the fact that he would give in so quickly and speak so soon was disappointing.
Quick as a striking snake, she was squarely in front of Somnium, leaning her head down to look him right in the eye. But, she remained silent in order to further torture her injured son.
Somnium kept a wary eye on his mother as she continued moving around him. He'd noticed that she didn't stay still too much and on any other Soquili he'd bluster and say it was nerves that kept them moving. Not Wyrsa though. The Skinwalker, he was sure, kept moving because her movement, especially how she moved, was enough to get anyone's fear up and active.
A blur of glittering black across his field of vision, and suddenly she was squarely in front of him, leaning down into his field of vision, as still as a statue before him, save for the aura of menace she seemed to radiate. Somnium swallowed hard. Twice. Her silence and stillness was even more disconcerting than her predatory pacing.
And those eyes. Those burning yellow eyes bore into him, and the Kalona couldn't help staring at them, almost entranced by them.
Then he shook himself all over, a nervous reaction to his mother's nearness. That broke the almost-spell her yellow eyes had cast over him, and he was back to almost quaking with fear. It slipped his mind, in the meantime, that his eyes were the same color as Wyrsa's.
The Skinwalker allowed another slow, nasty smile to creep across her face as she breathed in the sweet bouquet of her son's fear. When she was certain she had that, as well as his full attention, she spoke.
"Tell me where your father and brother are." Her voice was harsh as the icy winds of winter, and almost as quiet, her words reaching not far past Somnium's ears. It was no question, but a demand, an order that he tell her what she wanted to know.
She leaned forward even further, licking the fear-sweat off of Somnium's ears and neck. "Tell me Somnium!" she hissed, fangs replacing the rough texture of her tongue as Wyrsa took a bite out of her son's neck - much smaller than the gouge she'd left in his side, under his injured wing. Ah, bloody flesh flavored by fear, one of her favorite snacks.
Somnium's ears went back in fear and alarm as the Skinwalker spoke, savage intent embedded in her quiet voice. But he had little time to consider this as she leaned even further towards him and he felt her tongue cleaning up the sweat on his neck, almost like a real mother might do.
Before he could adjust fully to this strange change, the young stallion felt the warm tongue replaced by the cold pinpricks of his mother's fangs in his neck as she demanded that he give in to her command. He grunted in pain as she removed a small mouthful of flesh from his neck. Stubborn will was the only thing keeping him from yelling and screaming in pain.
It wasn't just pride that kept him quiet. Instinctively Somnium knew that if he made such a blatant show of weakness, his mother would not hesitate to do even more damage. She seemed to care little that they were blood-kin, and he didn't want to give her any more reasons to injure him. At least, not right now.
"Father is keeping watch," he whispered, finally getting his head back to the present. "Ruadh is out hunting. I don't know exactly where either of them is."
This task done, Somnium closed his eyes and lowered his head in submission and exhaustion. Having his nerves so tightly strung, added on to his injuries, had taken all the energy he possessed. He could do no more for or against Wyrsa.
The mare was impressed by his unwillingness to give into the pain. It was convenient that he had not revealed his presence, though she cynically realized it was quite likely he had done it only in self-preservation, correctly recognizing her as the superior predator here.
Even better, he had answered her questions. Perhaps not as completely as she could have wished, but it seemed to the best of his abilities. Not completely useless even so. She could infer that Tlocatl was fairly near the teepee and that Ruadh Wolfbane somewhere further out.
The Skinwalker paused in her musings to notice the subservient position her son had put himself in. He seemed moments away from unconsciousness, his hide was flecked with sweat and his muscles were quivering with fear and adrenalin. Wyrsa leaned down further over his neck until her lips touched the mark her teeth had left moments earlier. She could feel Somnium's muscles tense beneath his skin in anticipation of more pain.
The Skinwalker surprised both of them by planting a soft kiss there before rising again to face the night and consider her options.
Item One: Somnium was no threat, in no condition to do anything at all. He was right next to the dark and seemingly empty teepee.
Item Two: There was a set of voices, still chattering, coming from the area by the tree, near the teepee.
Item Three: Tloc was somewhere near the teepee and voices, keeping watch in case she should come.
Item Four: Ruadh Wolfbane, the son whom she'd come to examine and one of her highest priorities tonight, was out hunting and thus probably not so close to the teepee.
Item Five: She had been downwind of Somnium's scent, which meant that it was quite possible that the voices and anyone else in that direction from the teepee knew she was here by now.
Item Six: Ruadh would most likely return to the teepee by morning.
Item Seven: It would probably be best to deal with Tloc and those obnoxious voices before Ruadh returned, thus allowing her to devote her full attention to her other son.
A bloodthirsty grin lit Wyrsa's face as she shrank back into her coyote form and slunk back down the dune to do some reconnaissance, and to not be where her scent may have been carried from, if it should be noticed. She hoped not, but experience had taught her not to count on luck. It was much better to simply outplan and outwit her prey.
Behind her, Somnium finally fell into a fitful slumber. His nightmares were filled with a pair of almost glowing yellow eyes that never let him out of their sight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:35 am
Thistle was the one that caught the scent. The stallion froze and shuddered. Fennel and Bramble continued their discussion on where she was raised - and the unicorn's father was fairly convinced that sometime soon Bramble would leave and go see those places for himself. Thistle knew that smell, and knew it well.
Fennel noticed her brother's action, and stopped talking. She could not understand why he would look so... afraid. And then she could smell it too. While she did not know what it was, it struck ultimate fear in her. The fluttercorn mare moved closer to her brother, as if he would protect from whatever it was out there.
Bramble wasn't getting it. He noticed his father and aunt's current actions - or lack thereoff - and frowned. "What's wrong with you two?"
The voice broke Thistle out of his fear and thoughts. The stallion blinked. "We have to leave. Now. And be quiet." Without any other words, he pushed Fennel off the branch (who only managed to open her wings in time to fly just prior to striking the ground) and then took off as well.
After they were even a little bit away from the teepee, Thistle landed on Bramble's forehead, followed by the quiet-stricken Fennel. "Bramble," he whispered roughly, "RUN!"
He didn't think for a minute that Bramble could outrun the Skinwalker he knew he had scented, but maybe - hopefully - they were not her prey, and maybe they would let them go. He hoped. He prayed to any of the gods which would listen.
Tlocatl caught the scent about the same time, and it froze him. It was coming from the teepee, and he knew that Wyrsa was there - and probably with Somnium. His son was injured - she should just leave him alone, but then.... well....he was unlucky enough to have an evil skinwalker for a mother.
The kalona was caught - run away, save himself, or go back and try to protect his son? Against all better judgement, Tlocatl - slicked with sweat and his determination overcoming all the fear - turned on his heels and galloped to the teepee. Maybe, just maybe, he would get there before Wyrsa finished off her - undoubtful - work with Somnium.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:04 am
Wyrsa was back into the brush, slinking quietly along when she heard harsh whispers where before there had been loud voices. Damn! Curse that wind, she thought, until she heard the odd thumping noise of galloping hooves on sand. A wicked grin lit the Skinwalker's face as she realized only one Soquili in the area would be rushing toward her scent.
Carefully and slowly, the matte black coyote began the ascent once more, heading towards the flickering glow by the teepee, now much brighter than it had been.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:48 pm
Tlocatl's legs ached by the time he finally made it back up the flatted dune the teepee stood upon. The mixture of shaking fear and desperate flight made them feel like soaked, limp corn husks when he stopped and looked around. The little family was gone, no longer by the tree. Everything was still now, even the wind. His flames flared nervously, and his red eyes scanned, trying to find her.
His nerves were in bunches. The kalona's breath was held. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and ears were pricked and alert - ready to find any possible sound. Tlocatl's wings twitched, ready for a flight they were still not ready for. The muscles around her newly healed injury visibly rippled with the effort.... oh, he doubted he was going to like this unavoidable encounter.
The stallion walked slowly, carefully, trying not to make a sound. He peeked around teepee to ensure his son was still there. Somnium slept, fitfully, but was obviously alive. A thin trail of blood dripped down his neck. He was confident that if Wyrsa wanted to do any more damage, she would have.... so Tlocatl turned back around, to seek a route that would take him away from the teepee, and away from his son now that he knew he was safe.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:32 pm
The Skinwalker snuck around until she could see him easily, her task made much easier by the bright flames flaring up now and again. She noted the powerful, but tense, muscles beneath his spotty hide and the glimmering streaks of sweat on his sides. Ah...even in recovery he was a fine specimen.
And he did seem to have a fair amount of use out of the still-healing wing, from what Wyrsa could see, though she doubted he could indulge in the sort of aerodynamics he'd used back when they first met.
The mare frowned. She didn't particularly care to remember how easily he'd dominated and scared her those many months ago. She'd been a different Soquili then, a very different and much weaker Soquili.
A swift headshake cleared those melancholy and unsettling thoughts. Before Tloc could spot her, the Skinwalker revealed herself to him, reverting to her horse form and smiling sadistically. Tloc was healed enough that she could have some fun before Ruadh returned to the teepee and she could finally see the mettle of her mysterious other son.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:40 pm
Tlocatl outright jumped when he turned, and saw Wyrsa standing there - smiling at him. The kalona's lip curled in a snarl as the stallion side -stepped. Now that she was there, and he could see her, the unknown no longer added to the fear - oh but he was quite afraid still. His traitorous body broke out in another sheen of fear-induced sweat, but his mouth and eyes spoke of the defiance Tlocatl felt. Yes, this was the mare, the skinwalker, who claimed possession over him. And while her new kind scared the **** out of him, he would not bow down to her will. He was proud, and while she could take that dignity from him, she could not take that pride he had in himself.
"Wyrsa..." his voice hissed out her name. Sure, the longing her once felt for her still vibrated in his throat, but there was still the fear and determination in there as well - the most prominent emotion was unknown.
"What do you want?" Tlocatl demanded, and added another smug snarl, for his voice had not shaken, which was a relief.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:49 pm
Wyrsa's smile grew slightly sharper as the big Kalona literally jumped at the sight of her, and slightly meaner as he snarled and side-stepped. He was afraid of her, she could smell it, but he was determined to avoid giving into that fear. It was that damned pride of his, refusing to submit to her.
As he hissed her name, the black mare paced forward a couple steps, expression never changing, save perhaps to smile a bit wider, showing a tad more tooth.
When he demanded to know what her goal was, the Skinwalker felt an odd urge to just tell him, though of course in a terrifying manor, before disabling him again. But, she didn't know if she had that sort of time. So...she would play, but not much.
"Isn't it obvious?" she asked quietly, nastily, beginning to circle 'round the stallion in that predatory fashion she enjoyed so well. "I'm here for my family." This second sentence brought her around to a point just behind Tloc's head. Quick as could be, the Skinwalker was next to him, their sides touching and her fangs caressing his cheek, though not yet digging in.
"And you are a part of that family. Whether you like it or not," she chuckled nastily.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:00 pm
Tlocatl didn't move, his legs were frozen anyways. Dark wings that were curled close to his side itched to fly, but he didn't believe for one moment that in this windless, chilly night that he would be able to win a battle against healing muscle and reluctant sky.
The kalona let the skinwalker play her games. He knew that escape would be futile at this point, and until she did anything more than talking, what was the point to trying anything else. So words were the current fight, and Tlocatl intended to keep to his weapons.
As Wyrsa caressed his cheek, a shiver went through his body - revulsion, fear, and hunger for the old Wyrsa.
"Family?" Tlocatl choked, his voice getting stronger with the less amount of pain she induced. "What do you know of family? You should have just left us alone - we don't want you!" The stallion's eyes hardened, and lips curled back in as intimidating a manner he could muster. "My family is me and my boys: They. Have. No. Mother."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:36 pm
"Ah ah aaah," Wyrsa chided the stallion, digging her fangs in slightly and leaving two parallel marks on his cheek. She wouldn't punish him further, for the moment.
But ah, how she enjoyed the shiver of fear running through his body and touching hers. He couldn't hide his fear at all, though his volume increased in a seeming denial of the truths his body revealed.
"'Family,'" she told the stallion, her head now aimed upwards, nose almost touching his ear, "is the term used to describe blood-kin. And whether you want me or not is not your choice!" The mare's teeth clacked ominiously as her volume rose slightly as well.
Her voice was quieter and calmer as she continued. "Though it is strange you should say they possess no mother. Did a fertility god aid you that you bore them yourself? And if so, why should at least one possess some scales upon his hide, and eyes so like my own?" Again the Skinwalker's voice rose slightly in anger as she finished, and she brought her head down again, leaving another pair of bloody streaks down Tloc's neck.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:09 pm
Tlocatl clenched his muscles in a vain attempt to prevent another shiver down his back - for the current administrations from her reminded him of the one night - in the desert - all alone..... he couldn't let that memory cloud him now. This was Wyrsa, but not the same. If he tried to take a bite of her skin, it would be only the bloodied fur of a skinwalker.
His blood trickled from her marks - more to be added to his already scarred form. Skin twitched as the red liquid tickled him of its way down.
Tlocatl gave her a stiff look. "Don't try to convince yourself that blood is what creates a family. I saw what you did to Somnium as his 'mother'. And you are nothing but a rabid dog that should be put down to me - and it will only be time before my sons realize that. And just because they may have some features similar to yourself does not make them yours. They are my sons, not your's, Dog!" The stallion was breathing heavily from rage, most of his fear having dissipated.
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