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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:44 pm
..Or at least, We Don't All Show It.
 
Chilled blue orbs glanced around at mid day. She had been kicked out of her teepee for quite some time for her dirty little deed, that Cyrus didn't find amusing, whatsoever. So she had a temper, who didn't. He's just a drama queen who is biased against kalonas. He could kiss her a** for all she cared.
She did want to go back, she was doing farely well and Ares was helping. She just had to prove that she could be good, again. She sighed. It was hard to be good when you were bred from to different spectrums from delightlfully good to deviously evil. To her aspects it wasn't fair and she wasn't enjoying the feeling one bit. After all she was alone and had no one to talk to her, she was sure to be bound to insanity. If not more than she already was.
She looked up to see a fuzzy creature hopping around her way, she licked her lips. That would be a very nice snack. But then she had to think, no I'm not a nasty creature like them. I can control these godforsaken earges and leave little bunnies to hop along all they like. Well until they became over populated. She wondered if it would be alright then to eat them? Probably not... This was going to take more work than she had planned.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:17 pm
A score of times Lothario had traveled among these lands. Sometimes darting about in his small form, and sometimes with the full measure and form that his blood would allow. Even full-size, Lothario was certainly no draft horse, nor even that impressive among other ground soquili. However, for a flutter, Lothario stood at an impressive fourteen and a half hands tall in his large form. However, it was not his stature that sometimes caused a mare - or even a stallion - to pause and question: it was his confidence. For despite his small stature, Lothario walked with an assurance that only experience could yield. Very little phased him, and he knew precisely what battles were worth fighting. There was a myriad of stories behind those eyes, and the wisdom that such experiences granted. And while Lothario had been around for many a season, he would still insist to any that he was still in his prime of life - and that any spring stallion who thought they could do better would have something else coming. Not only were his muscles still strong, but he knew how to use them if the need came. He just had the discretion not to use them impulsively.
So it was one late summer afternoon that Lothario found himself wandering Northward through the grasslands. For as seasoned as he was, the flutter in his blood still imparted an unshakable wanderlust in him, and the desire to see new things - although that was becoming increasingly rare.
He had about given up on finding anything worth his attention today - he was not in the mood for the pair of foals who had scampered up to him wanting to play "chase the butterfly" earlier, nor dealing with the lone wind stallion who had been jealously guarding some patch of land for reasons that only the Spirits knew.
So, it was with a pleasant surprise that Lothario found a lone mare laying in the grasses and watching rabbits hopping about. Her ice-white fur was spackled with blue spots, and accented with dark mane and socks. She was slender and lovely, and it wasn't until Lothario had already diverted his travel in her direction that he noticed the folded kalona wings by her side that had nearly blended in with the rest of her fur.
An ear flicked back, but he refused to slow his approach - that would show weakness, and Lothario had learned that attitude was everything in dealing with a potentially hostile individual. If this were a kalona like he had met before, then the worst thing that he could do would be run. However, as he got even closer, he saw the spirialed horn on her forehead nestled in front of the two more typical kalona spires. Hrm. Perhaps this would truly be interesting.
"It is truly a pity that a lady as lovely as yourself is alone on such a fine afternoon." Lothario called to her, slowing his approach purposefully as he encroached on her personal space. If she was ill natured, then perhaps the compliment would throw her off and cause her to question her actions. At the very least, it should prove a gauge of her attitude.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:47 pm
Pandora's gaze was torn from the fuzzy creatures to a new scent, soquili. She refrained from licking her chops like a dog, that after all would be quite rude. Her cool blues looked in it's direction to find it a smaller male to what she was used to, but none the less built. His colors were dark, also to her nature. She wondered which gods were toying with her, she wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. She smirked at the thought but she soon let it faded as he approached her. Was he crazy? Or mental...or psychotic, maybe he was in a way like her.
No, he couldn't be. Look at him, his wings nothing like hers. They were what did they call them...flies? No...what was it. Butterflies? Flutterflies....she went deeper into thought for a moment. Flutter! That was it, she had never met one before. Ususally those without kalona heritage stayed far away. He struck her as odd, though he could be like one of those one soquili who looked normal, attractive to others yet something evil resided within them. Like a venus fly trap to a fly, smells so sweet and ends up to be your death.
She watched him carefully as he seemed to choose his words somewhat carefully. "What proof do you have that I be a lady, eh?" she watched him. She got to her feet and shuffled her leathery wings before letting them rest upon her side. She kept her gaze and kept her distance even though she was probably the more dangerous one of the pair.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:01 am
Well, her first reaction had not been aggressive, and that certain was a good sign. Lothario considered himself very lucky for that saving grace. Had this been a kalona the likes of which he was familiar, that comment would likely have yielded at the very least a biting response. And if he were unlucky, a literal bite. But that horn - this mare was not like any kalona Lothario had seen before. Might there acutally be unicorn blood in her veins? Or was that just another of the many weapons of the artillery of a Kalona - a mask of deception and yet another wicked blade to match the two other horns.
Still, with how much Lothario had seen in his days, something new was welcome, but he wasn't going to lose his hide over it. He would take things carefully. He watched as she rose to her feet, her leathery wings - now so obvious, how had he missed them? - rustling. Was that caution in her eyes? Perhaps, if there was the saving grace of unicorn blood in her veins, perhaps she was the beauty trapped in the form of a beast? Lothario had to admit, his curiousity had not been sparked like this since he was a young stallion. Surely, other natures had been kindled often - but experience, while a bestower of knowledge and wisdom had after these years taken some of the raw fire from his pursuits. To still discover something new was a real treat.
"No proof." Lothario responded evenly as he took all of this in. "But I believe every mare to be a lady, although some more so than others. And it would take a blind stallion not to recognize the one right here." He finished with an inclination of his head.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 7:35 pm
She made a short snort at him. "Blind, huh?" she asked in a rhetorical manner. She could feel the bad little voice in the back of her head, whispering naughty things, but now she could push it back. She could push her father's traits back...but only for awhile. He wouldn't think her so much of a lady if he caught her on a bad day.
Her brow rose at him, she wondered if he was mentally there in the head. She knew she wasn't, but for him a different kind? She blinked wildly for a moment. "Why are you still here, haven't you heard anything about my kind?" her eyes narrowed as if she were a bit offended. She had a history about a river's length and yet here he was standed as if she were some kind of normal. She didn't understand, all her life she had been called a beast, a mishap, dirty blood and tainted. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that drove her the way she was, more wild and uncaring but she still hadn't flayed him yet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 10:33 am
Lothario stood his ground at this point, not closing the remaining distance between himself and the mare, nor showing any signs of wishing to step back. It was all about confidence. He deliberately let an easy smile find its way to his face. "Of course I have. I would be surprised if there were a foal who had not heard of Kalona." But before that term hung in the air for very long or had the chance to perhaps rankle feathers, he continued. "But I could not help but notice that you do seem different than the stories I have heard, or the other Kalona I have myself seen. Your horn, if you do not mind me drawing attention to it. It seems to resemble the noble unicorns more than any demon."
He lifted a hoof to articulate his meaning better. "Perhaps I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that it was worth taking a chance on a mare who may bear within her a kind, lonely heart that is hindered by traits she may be stigmatized against, despite how majestic they appear."
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:01 pm
Her eyes never left him as if she were a lioness about to pounce, but she didn't. "Maybe they're there just to merely fool you." she retorted as she yawned boredly. Her bright eyes simply watched him, he was being extraordinarily careful. "You could be mistaken, some are not so sane as I...the inner battles do tend to make my kind go...psychotic, insane. So dreadful. Lonely? Hardly..." she huffed. Though it wasn't far from the truth she wasn't exactly lonely. Her eyes narrowed, "But if you really must know, my mother was a unicorn." her ears flicked to the front as she watched him, she expression wasn't aggressive...it were just her features that made her look deadly. A sheep in a wolf's clothing, in her paticular case.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 1:45 pm
"Perhaps." Lothario let the word play in his mouth. "But I am happy for you that, if it is as you say, that you are not lonely. I hope that I have not disturbed you. But I could not bear to leave a lady alone on such a beautiful day."
He nodded quietly at the mention of her mother. It was a pity, then, that it seemed like she must have gotten so much of her appearence from her father. But perhaps that merely meant that while on the outside she appeared to be mostly Kalona, inside there was more unicorn.
The older stallion deliberately lowered his head to nibble on some of the tender grass, pointedly averting his eyes to the ground - a sign of trust. He just hoped that he didn't regret it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:43 pm
"It's not the happy kind of being together." she replied. "It's more of having another person inside you telling you to do things you'd rather not," she added it in a matter-of-fact tone. She let her tail twitch behind him as he started to graze. He seemed to elegant to be real. He could be a hallucination, but his sweet smell she doubted it and she could feel that subtle earge encourging just to take a bite out of him.
...but she wouldn't and she didn't. She just simply watched him. She wasn't hungry and if she was, she probably wouldn't be munching on grass unless the other part of her allowed it. It still had some control on her, but she could feel it drifting away.[/size]
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:31 pm
Lothario lifted his head to meet her eyes again, his lips pressed together in a small, sympathetic frown. There was certainly an edge of danger to this one. He was lucky, however, in that she was not a full Kalona. But just how much safer was it dealing with what - from her description - was a mare with sinister instincts. Unlike a Kalona, she wanted to be good, and therefore prompted him to desire to get closer than a sensible soquili ever would with the real thing. And that made her all the more dangerous if she ever were to snap. And yet, something about that fine line between safe and beautiful... and wicked and deadly excited Lothario. IT had been a long time since he had felt such energy in a chase. The days of the challenging, dangerous plays were mostly behind him and he had become confident enough in his charms and ability to scope out a potential target that the game had become almost routine. It made him feel younger, more vibrant. Besides, Lothario had learned long ago from experience that crazy mares could be absolutely wild romantically.. if one was careful.
"I can only image what such contrary impulses picking at you must feel like." Lothario continued honestly. "You must be a very strong woman to fight back such thoughts and to do what is right."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:52 am
She watched him, she could see that he was going into a deep thinking sort of mode. Probably debating whether or not to stay. To her suprise it seemed that he was staying. She wonder what about her could possibly make him stay, that did make her wondor. She thought about what he had said, fight back and do what is right? Those little thoughts in the back of her head were almost taunting her now. A low growl emitted from the depths from within. The voices went away for a moment. She wasn't all their, but she could comprehend what was going around her, and hold conversations.
"I'm afraid, that is not so true," she reminded him wearily.
Her eyes shifted around for a moment, "It feels very bothersome, but I can't control it all the time...their have been some unfortunate events. When I wake up, I don't remember what happened but I'm always in a bloody mess." she hissed. She really was getting sick of that inner part of her.
"Enough about me though, what about you?" she inquired with polietness that no kalona had ever been aware of.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:47 pm
"..Oh?" Lothario pressed with a mote of concern entering his voice for a moment. That certainly did not bode well. And yet, here she was being honest with him. On one hoof, what a terrifying pronounciation, that this mare was subject to bouts of honest insanity where she had apparently been violent. But on the other, sympathy churned in his heart. How horrifying it must be for her as well. If she were to snap, what would he do? Well, Lothario had had experience with dangerous soquili before. Usually, taking to the air was sufficient if running was necessary. He was larger than most flutters, and fairly stocky, but compared to a particularly powerful ground stallion, he knew his limits. When that didn't suffice, it was often very difficult for a full sized soquili to chase him when in his small form.
But still, something about her was pressing against his carefully cultivated common sense. He felt confident in his appraisal of others, and something told him that he could handle this... He hoped that he was not mistaken.
He seized on her change of subject and fanned his wings nonchalently. "Myself? My story is relatively straightforward, I am afraid. I am a traveller, and I have been around for many seasons. I savor the experiences that I have had, the others that I have met. Meeting one such as yourself truly is a rare priviledge."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 12:08 pm
Pandora thought he was truly strange for hanging around, usually only Ares did, for he could handle her to an extent. Her bright blue eyes looked at him, his explanation was brief, which was good sometimes unless someone was telling a story. How she loved stories, she wandered in her head for a moment thinking of some random stories that she had heard from before her father killed her mother. Then she went silent, all thoughts in her head stood still as an anger built up slowly...creeping upon her like an unwanted fog.
She tilted his head at him, "Privilidge?" she inquired. "Well that would be a first." she seemed to wander some more in her head as if she were in two different worlds at once, perhaps she was...she could be talking to herself for all he knew. She wished the others would go away, perhaps some day they would. She didn't know where else to take this conversation for she had rarely ever gotten this far.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 8:20 am
Lothario watched as her eyes grew distant, staring into the realm of thought. His tail swished as he himself paused for consideration. He had heard her words, and saw the warning there. She seemed to want so much to be a good mare, but the kalona influences were obvious in more than just her appearence. She was struggling. Her responses were becoming shorter, and more time was spent in her head. The warning flags were there, and Lothario was no fool, as curious and intrigued as he was.
"It has been a priviledge, my lady. Never have I had the opportunity to share as many words with someone with such unique beauty, let alone someone who possessed such strong kalona influences." IT was the truth. She was stunning in her uniqueness. Her predominat kalona features gave her such a dangerous beauty. She possessed weapons in the form of sharp horns, slicing fangs, powerful leathery wings, and sharp cloven hooves. Her body was every bit the weapon that Kalonas were designed to be by the god himself. And yet, her spotted, icy coat that any mare would be envious of, and even if this conversation needed to be cut short, the experience of speaking with a kalona was a rare priviledge indeed.
"But, I do not wish to try your patience, my lady?" He spoke carefully, not wishing to make it seem as if he wanted to leave. And honestly, he had no desire to run, he was still intrigued. But if she were strugglin with something, he wished to give her a graceful way out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 7:45 pm
His words seemed to drone out but she snapped back into the earthly world. "My names, Pandora." She watched him carefully, she smiled lightly in a child like manner as she wrapped her tail around her leg as she flipped her mane from her eyes. She didn't seem to notice his edging his way out. Perhaps she had spent too much time in her own little world rather than the one she existed in for her to hear him. She did enjoy the company.
"Priviledge indeed," she responded with an almost cheery tone. Apparently she put the kalona off for awhile as she watched the butterfly male. There was something about him that screamed prey but she didn't want to attack and eat him. He seemed, just...different.
"So you just wander around, do you do anything?" When she asked it she started to wonder what exactly she did to preoccupy her mind. Maybe she just didn't realize it because time always seemed shorter and she wasn't always there. But she went with it, rolled with the punches. She was good at it.
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