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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:30 am
I almost fell into that hole in your life
And you're not thinking about tomorrow
'Cause you were the same as me
But on your knees
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This is a private roleplay between Viraj and Mako.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:33 am
 The heavens split, beams of light cascading down and onto the plains below. Beloved plains, they were enjoyed by many and currently bathed in various earthy tones. Even the clouds, fluffy and charming as they rolled across the sky, seemed to be dyed in green as they escaped the setting sun, glowing golden where the sun began its descent.
In the shadows, which were courtesy of the clouds passing overhead, a dark stallion roamed. He had no set path, his head bent low to stare at the grass upon which he bent with cloven hooves. Hint of sun would hit his skin here and there, giving the scales upon it a faint glow, but other than that, he nearly blended in with the darker parts of the plains.
It was obvious to anyone he was moping; he'd gone out again without his only herdmate as of now, Lucifer, and was already regretting it. Certainly, the beauty of nature had been enough to make his venture into the plains worthwhile, but he had found he rather enjoyed sharing these moments with the boy, knowing at least he, too, appreciated the beauty of nature.
The occasional rabbit bounded across his path, hurriedly trying to return to its burrow for the ever-increasing night. He only watched them go through half-moons of eyes, disinterested in the goings-ons of lesser creatures for the time being. Gods, he would have killed for some entertainment, and that, in Viraj's case, was almost always a dangerous thing.
Still being very new to the Kawani lands, he hadn't the foggiest whether or not any herds would be nearby, occupying the gorgeous plains. They stretched for forever, it seemed, but he knew a forest lined the edge, to the North. It was through that same forest that he would cross to meet with Lucifer's herd of four, generally three when his father was away. Tail flicking out behind him, he swept at the thin grasses that poked up past the rest, the plantlife peculiar at best.
They would leave these lands, soon. To find new lands, for Viraj to find new "children" to lull under his wing. Until then, he would search these plains and forests, rivers and lakes, until he knew it was time to go.
Chest heaving in a sigh, the older stallion allowed his wings to finally unfurl, flapping gently against the cool air. It had been disgustingly hot the majority of the day, but the arrival of heavy clouds and a light wind had brought cool air, as well. He wouldn't fly, not yet. He would only do so when he reached the forest, for it was less tedious than walking through it. Funny how he had gotten so used to walking since meeting his land-bound friend.
Shaking his head, the kalona brought his spaded tail back once more, snapping it out loudly. Another day of searching, to no avail. Was he truly to leave these lands having only met a handful of soquili, and to only have convinced one to stay?
"I suppose it's to be expected," came the murmur, a stiff muscle in the shoulder shifting beneath the skin. "You're a damn kalona. How many are going to want to leave their homes to be with you, anyway? Gods."
Talking to himself. The first sign that he was going batty. Wonderful.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:24 am
 Standing still with his head raised, Mako looked up to the shifting patterns of the leaves, the light from a setting sun sometimes flashing him in the eyes. It was in the forests that he found some measure of solitude, after all, no one could fly in a forest; his wings were irrelevant here. Maybe it was a little more dangerous, but it made so much more sense. The strong win, the weak lose, the prey ran from the predator; not bed with them. Why did she let a wolf take her heart? Why would anyone love something so horrible, let them use you, and still want them after? He grimaced at the memory of his mother’s face, turning his head away from the dappled light.
The normal surge of anger was surprisingly absent. Instead he felt rather disconnected today; empty, frustrated, and just a little sick of the whole thing. An ironic twist of his lips looked almost like a smile as he thought perhaps there was only so many times you could kick the same boulder before getting sick of your hooves ringing. But recalling his father turning away stirred that ugly thing in his belly that made him want to trample all over his pretty boy face with that wolf grin.
He had to move, if he kept still it would consume. Tossing his head sharply, he kicked up his hooves and started to wind through the forest as fast as he dared. It was hard to get worked up about those cold eyes when you had to dodge tree branches, or the way he simply discarded them with an uncaring flick of the tail if you had to make sure your hooves wouldn’t trip; well, harder at any rate. It wasn’t long before the edge of the forest gave way and he spread his leathered wings, letting the anger fuel his muscles into flight. There was no one to watch him here, no one to look on him or grimace at his appearance. No flash of recognition followed by hurt in his mother’s eyes.
Mako didn’t often let himself enjoy flight. It seemed inappropriate somehow, for him to simply fly with the feathered of his own herd, if he even really belonged to the herd at all. But up in the sky was the only place he felt himself; not the crossbreed of some ill fated love he had to wear like a coat of scars. He hadn’t gone far above the plans when something odd caught his attention. A glint of light at first, bringing him ‘round to face a rather familiar shape. Red, with the wings! Was it? And had he been seen? Swearing, he dove, landing harder than he meant and rushing back into the line of trees; his breath hard and short.
Had it been Belial? It was a Kalona no doubt, and he was sure it was red, it could very well be. What business could he possibly have here, unless he was tracking the herd to talk to his mother. Maybe he’d finally have the courage to confront him after all this time. His mind raced, too confused to be angry yet, not even sure if he’d been spotted.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:46 pm
Ears pricked forward immediately, the sound of leather beating against wind reaching them. Angling his head upward, his concentration was broken by the sight of another - yes, unmistakably a kalona - soaring through the skies. His body bore the colors of a soft sunrise, and - it was a bit difficult to see, especially considering the way a kalona's wings tended to be slightly transparent against the sky - his wings seemed... blue. And black. Like the three phases of the day, all put into one kalona.
His brow furrowed as the kalona then proceeded to land, hard; the motion didn't look comfortable in the slightest, and he winced a bit to watch it. He was about to approach the boy, not bothering to worry too much about the possible consequences, when he suddenly up and took off into the trees.
Well, that was a bit strange. He cocked his head to the side, his lip curling in a slight smirk.
Ambling along, Viraj took his time to reach the forest. The boy didn't seem to be the sociable type, and while his curiosity was currently at its peak, he felt it wouldn't be wise to rush him.
When he was face to face with the dark, climbing trees, he stared into them, tail flicking this way and that. A short snort, the snap of wings folding at his sides, and he began to pace about outside the forest's edge.
"Scared you, did I?" he called, keeping his tone even and quite mellow. Unassuming. He would have loved to have been able to convey his intentions through his voice alone, but as far as he knew, only Celandine knew how to interpret voices so well, and only because she was blind. Clicking his jaw, he brought his face down a bit, to eye the grass he was trampling.
"No need to be worried. I'm just an old wanderer." His voice held a light chuckle at that, and he pawed at a clover. "Come out, will you?"
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