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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:20 am
Open hearts
Open eyes
Open scars that are left upon
Open minds
Sacred words
Sacrificed
Storytellers exaggerate
Shallow lies
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This is a private roleplay between Viraj and Soul Lexis.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:21 am
 Merciless heat, and then, abruptly, storm. Fierce winds had torn at the trees, swayed and played with them as a puppeteer would his dolls. Then, once Mother Nature was through with her fit, the earth had again stilled, and the lands began to rebuild what had been tampered with. The thick forests, split by a mighty river, had managed to shield their inhabitants well enough.
It was along this river, which billowed mist as the heat burned away, that he traveled. Ankle deep in cool water, the kalona paid no mind to it. He even ignored the curious contraption, wrought in stone, that crossed over the river. He hadn't attempted to walk on it, and would not. It was crafted by ancient hands and would not be touched. Picking cloven hooves up with care, Viraj moved slowly and carefully, the mud emitting peculiar sucking noises every time he lifted a hoof. As if it wanted to grab him and never let go.
But gods, it was beautiful.
The day was steadily coming to a close, and he would soon be heading back, to check on Lucifer. He had decided to allow the boy to stay home for the day, although he had seen it in his eyes; he'd wanted to come with. Yet, Viraj had felt the storm before it came, had sat through the sweltering heat to be certain of it, and had no intention of dragging the stallion through it. Best to let him remain with his family, two females in need of a male to ensure their safety through it. Now that it was done and gone, he couldn't help but regret being unable to share this view with him. Well, another day to be sentimental fools, then.
Snorting out a breath, he watched it form a cloud and dissipate into the air, startling evidence that it had indeed cooled down since that morning. It would be cooler by the river, in any case, and didn't surprise him much. Chest heaving in a sigh, he paused at the water's edge, peering out into the river.
Leathery wings fanned out, felt the cool rush of air as they escaped the safety of his own warm body. The mist wasn't thick enough to obstruct his vision, and his bangs did a good enough job of that to begin with, so there would be no worry. Brow bent in quiet consideration, it only took him a few moments to decide on his next course of action.
"You'd better be as cold as you look," a gruff, low voice quietly demanded, lifting a hoof and dangling it outward, toward the middle of the river. He knew not what it contained, but he hadn't been attacked yet. Then again, he was a kalona. A kalona who was more than likely going to look like a fool to anyone who happened across the scene.
Angling his body, Viraj took a couple steps, letting the water rise to his knees. Then, a few more. Soon he was practically wading in the river, the water sending feathery glances upon his shoulders. His wings wanted nothing more than to bend and fold against his body, feeling especially awkward when touched upon by the cold, but he kept them fanned out. Easier to fly with dry wings.
He didn't travel far from the shore, if it could be called that. Luscious, thick, strange trees grew directly out of the shallowest parts of the water, creating a makeshift shoreline as they extended into true land. If he had wanted to walk on dry land, he would have had to sacrifice seeing the river, although both promised to be quite a sight.
A shiver traveled through his body, causing him the tiniest quiver. Instead of going deeper, as he had never been a very good swimmer, he chose to walk - with great difficulty - along the edge, using his wings now for balance. He was content in doing this, and took a moment to close his eyes and enjoy the feeling. If only he had done this earlier, when it had been hot enough to bake a small animal.
He shook his body, sending ripples in all directions. The water cast a rare shine to his skin, something he hadn't seen since his younger days.
"... hn. Not so bad," he mused, his tail skimming the water behind him. Gods, he must have looked ridiculous, the large stallion that he was. His lip remained curled downward, eyes scanning the water below him for signs of anything unpleasant. "Can't help but wonder why I'm the only one here, though." A rare grin. "Ah, well."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:18 pm
 Damn it all! How could this have happened? Oh he knew all too well, it was because of that retched storm not moments earlier. Glowing eyes cast up to the hazy and darkened sky above, his normally grinning face crunched up in a grimace. Well, this certainly hadn't been his plan for the day.
With more effort than he'd ever like to admit, the male Kalona hefted himself from the rubble. A soquili in flight during a storm can cause for, let's say, intense momentum. Especially with gravity adding to the fall. Bright hooves lifted from the crumbled branches of the downed tree, Soul not caring to remember how he had landed against the feeble plant. His tail was soon to follow, slithering from the mess then wrapping about his front legs to remove unwanted splinters from his flesh. They didn't suit his markings. Wincing and mumbling to himself during his task, the Kalona took that time to flex his wings. The thin membranes stretches from the cramped safety of his sides gratefully while natural light muted through the leathery spreads.
Heh, no forsaken storm was going to make him flightless. Sure he had gained some tattered ends to his prided wings, but the muscles still worked and that's all that mattered.
Stepping away from the mess, Soul trotted from the wreckage with a cocky skip to his trot. Despite he still had twigs and leaves abundant in his mane. All he knew right now was that there were no witnesses to his little fiasco and that he was dying of thirst. Afterall, strong winds had just stolen the air from his battered lungs, and they demanded a quenching.
With a spinned sense of direction, Soul headed to where he had last seen the river from the sky. It would have all been a guessing game, if not for the clear sound of moving liquid and the crisp smell in the otherwise muggy air. Aaaand, if he remembered correctly.....
"Hng, how pleasant." The Kalona paused as he sized up the tree line blocking the river's depths. This area had thin trees and their branches wove together intricately. The male was just about to slash through them with his edged tail, when he peered through them curiously.
There was the scent of another soquili in the air.
Why, if it wasn't another Kalona! The dark male snirked to himself as he observed the other 'swimming' in the water. Hm, he didn't seem at all fazed by the previous storm, though his coat did tell of weakened resistance to the heat. Hm, was that enough to give Soul an upper hand if needed? The speckled one was easily larger than his neoned self, but that could hardly account for anything.
So, being his normal confident self and reminded of his thirst, Soul continued his intentions. Thin tail lashed forward to snip at baby twigs and make a small clearing for him to pass through. Adding to his presence was the sloppy splashes of his hooves diving into the refreshing water.
"Now now then, you almost sound....pathetic and needy. And yet here I am! You should be grateful, any other Kalona ears to hear such whining from you could mean a good shredding. Though, I wouldn't mind observing that either." Shrugging, he leaned forward to finally lap at the much needed hydration.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:14 pm
Angling his head, Viraj picked up his hooves carefully, not wishing to slip and fuel the fire. He glanced over the newcomer, eyebrows raising as his body turned fully.
"Haha! I like you," he declared, walking toward the shallower part of the river's edge. His body language and tone suggested a very relaxed stallion, or perhaps a stupid one, although the latter would do very well in insulting him. This was the second one he had met that was so quick to run their mouth, but that was how he liked his company. Quick-witted and not boring. Sometimes he wondered if he was a glutton for punishment or not.
He took his time in coming fully out of the water. "Ah, but so sorry, I didn't realize I was such a whining fool." He clicked his tongue loudly and shook the wet parts of his coat out. Matter-of-factly, he added, "You know, I did get a shredding recently, although I suppose I gave it as good as I got it. Poor boy broke his wing, not that it was my fault." He grinned widely at the other, sharp teeth displayed in appreciation of his confidence. Meek Soquili were getting old.
Viraj was aware of the fact that he probably looked the part of a lonely, crazy old man, or a very, very stupid one. Hell, he certainly seemed to fit the part, talking so readily to the younger ones. More versatile and nimble, they were, and willing to do almost anything to make their point. But that was what made them so interesting.
He laughed again, shaking his head at himself. Pervert.
"How embarrassing, to have someone walk in on me while I talk to myself like some senile fool. Well, I can't blame you for your insults. 'said them to myself a hundred times. It's what happens when you get old, you know?" Old old old. He was getting there, anyway. Always seeing himself as older than he was; wouldn't it have been good to take less risks, then? Nah. He leaned forward, nosing at the water without drinking it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 3:41 pm
Finished with his first of many drinks, the light-eyed stallion lifted his neck with a crooked grin. "Really now? You must be so bored or sheltered as to enjoy the company of ones like myself." Short ears flitted forward as he was momentarily distracted. There were a number of fish below the surface, scrapping his legs and teasing his sense of focus. It was enough to make his tail coil and wait in poise for a command to strike. But not just yet.
Reeling in his attention, Soul slid his eyes back in the direction of the other Kalona, making no comment as he dried himself off. But a quick and discrete scan showed no true signs of weakness or 'shredding' in the male's form. Pft, just how recent was recent? Though Soul did scoff out a chuckle to the details. "I do hope those wings were made of feather, eh? Always so annoying to see the regular sparrow flying amongst us hawks."
Gritting his teeth as his patience finally wore thin, Soul struck. His dark tail cut the air like an arrow before splashing into the waters below. The stallion actually had to peer low to know if his aim was true, since the water had a numbing cold touch. And the smile on his maw indicated his success. Pulling the tail up, a silvery and twitching form could be seen on the sharp end. A small but heavy fish for a later snack perhaps?
"No, I wouldn't know." Ugh, getting old. Who would want to, let alone laugh about it like him? Scowling to himself, the younger and collared Kalona tilted his own horns to the other stallion. "Mayhaps I should put you out of your misery. Hm? I'm sure no one will miss the likes of you." After all, only idiots grew fond of the darker creatures. Only to find themselves as slaughtered in body and mind in the end.
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