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 Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 8:27 pm
 A little filly darted like a flash of lightning through the underbrush of a dark forest. She looked pure, until one got a glimpse of her tail, but if one was fool enough to underestimate her by the small amount of kirin mixed with the devil in her veins they would have been sadly mistaken. Pupiless red eyes gleaming in the shadows, wild with a type of insanity hardly seen even in her family, with a glimmer of depravity in their depths. She paused one hoof raised off the ground as she scanned the area, the odd sense someone was nearby rolling along her spin. She flicked her wings in annoyance and slowly set her hoof down. Engel snarled her lips curling over her fangs and whipped her tail back and forth. She couldn't have known she traveled through the same forest her grandmother had moved through once upon a time when she'd first meet her grandpa, much less that he might live there. She paused, she'd -finally- managed to get far enough out of her father's sight to explore, there was no way she was going to turn back now!
"come out, come out and plaaaay," Engel kept her voice soft and eerie in the shadows. Her voice didn't have the same heavy German accent that was so prominent in the rest f her family but it had the same musical quality a lot like Masquerade's. Pausing she sniffed at the breeze again shaking out her short cinnamon mane.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:30 pm
 Meanwhile, not far away, Dyson Graves dug one of his heavy forehoves into the ground, bending down a moment later to sniff at the hole. He could smell the fear of the rabbit as it sat quivering in its incomplete burrow.
Dyson wasn't particularly hungry, but he also didn't have anything else going on at that point in time.
One thing he had not predicted was the sheer mundanity of life on a day to day basis in these lands. Certainly, there was not the political power struggles that he had been eager to sever himself from. But he would sometimes go for days without encountering another Soquili.
Still, given the choice, he did not regret his decision. There were certainly still situations that he positively savored, even if they were punctuated. And the enjoyments that this land provided... a wide array of food, favors to curry...
An ear pricked and swiveled as a faint voice played on the air, a sing-song foal's voice. He snorted, a smile crossing his face. Perhaps there would be something more interesting than a terrified rabbit.
He strode towards the voice.
Engel would smell the stallion before she saw him - a strong, musky scent of a stallion in his prime.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 2:55 pm
Small silvery ears flicked around as her eyes scanned the darkness but she didn't see any hints of life in the forest.
She pouted her ears flicking back for a moment, and trudged forward, this wasn't any fun! She thought getting away form dad long enough to explore would provided some kind of entertainment. "Sigh ... how droll, daddy said this lands were fun." Huffing she pawed the ground wings flexing before folding back up.
Flicking her tail and giving her wings a shrug, she started to sing 'Mary had a little lamb.' Her voice, while very pretty, was eerie and gave the childish song a darker taint.
Her hooves ghosted over the forest floor, careful not to step on dry or brittle limbs
She froze again when a snap sounded nearby, her nostrils flared. Engel spun around as a small rabbit darted by her foot, fear radiating off it's small body like a strong perfume. Where had that come from! Well .. she was kind of hungry ... turning she was about to give chase to the small creature when something else caught her attention.
A deep musky scent floated upon the breeze towards her. It smelled familiar, oh no! Did daddy find me! She pouted ears flopping back in a defiant manner as she waited for her dad to emerge from the shadows.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:00 pm
However, the figure that emerged from the trees was in fact NOT Engel's father. Although she could have done a double take before catching the differences. He had the same curving horns, the same leathery wings completely absent from the bird-like feathers. But he was thick, built like a bull and rippled with muscles as he strode purposefully towards the filly. His eyes were a somber yellow that glowed dimly in the shade.
He snorted, breathing in the filly's scent and looking her over with a stony expression. If he was surprised by her presence and her undeniable resemblance, it was only illuminated on his face by a brief widening of his eyes.
His eyes raked over the familiar red runes that crossed her shoulders and flanks. The leathery wings.
He raised his head marginally before he spoke, his voice a deep purr. "It seems as if my progeny have been busy." An ear flicked back as he blatantly examined her - not having yet cought a glimpse of her tail.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 1:58 pm
When he emerged Aveve looked up, her eye copied his as they widened for a moment. She'd never before seen a creature as tall or as muscular as her father. She eyed the huge horns, the spikes jutting from his legs, back and tail. He was a dangerous one, but he was sort of families too, those runes .. they looked just like daddies .. he even seemed to have her and her daddies leathery skin. Strange ... could he be daddies brother? Or maybe .. yea just maybe this was her grandfather .. daddy talked so highly of him and had said more than once she looked so much like the stallion and that's why he'd named her partially after him.
"Do I know you?" The musical voice spoke up again, without a hint of fear as she looked him up and down openly.
This was thrilling! If he really was her grandfather how cool was that?!
The thought sin her head never reached her eyes though, instead they narrowed to slits and she flicked her little tail. Aveve wasn't ashamed of who and what she was, her father had raised her well and she knew for a fact she was far better than most of the purebloods that tainted the lands these days, breeding weak babies with weaker lessers.
She tossed her head proudly eyes narrowing at the much larger stallion, family or not, she refused to back down even an inch to him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 8:05 pm
His voice did not alter in its purposeful measure. The brief surprise that she glimpsed in his face was now smoothed over as he walked right up to her, snorting down at the familiar-looking filly. He towered over her, although she was young and certainly had an excuse for her small size, the look in Dyson's face did not appear to be impressed, just... critical.
"I may not have seen you before, young one, but I know my bloodline when I see it." He responded with almost a patronizing note.
His eye flicked to her tail, his brows quickly creasing in almost confusion. THat was not the tail of a demon. An ear flicked back and a belabored sigh was loosened from his muscular frame. She was not pure. Perhaps there was not much taint to her blood, as that seemed to be the only characteristic that was not kalona, however, Dyson had thought that the mare he had tupped was of a stronger ilk than that, to produce offspring just as pure as he. Surely, he was too pure to whelp offspring with anything but another demon. Or perhaps it was the birth in these lands alone that had tainted his offspring. Shame.
But despite the tufted tail, there was no denying that this filly was his blood. Granddaughter perhaps, for she was too young to be any of his children.
"What have you come here for?" He stated more than asked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:43 pm
She watched him approach, her tail swinging across her hips. The momentary shock at seeing him had faded away, her face was a well honed mask hiding her thoughts and feelings. She watched him with a critical air, studying and observing his every movement. The wheels in her mind were turning, she shifted her stance just a tiny bit almost mimicking his proud stance, the corners of her mouth quirked up in a cruel sneer and she flexed her wings out.
Her muscles rippled under her leathery hide, they were large and defined for a foal but still she was a foal and they had yet to reach their potential.
She folded her wings down against her back, and cocked her head blazing eyes gazing up towards the massive male again.
"I was looking for a toy, what's it to you?" she snapped her fangs together decisively and her wings twitched almost agitatedly against her back. She muttered something in German and curled her tail around a hind leg.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:03 pm
Dyson gave a single-note chuckle. "A toy." He responded contritely. As if this confirmed his assessment of the foal. "And just what sort of toy do you seek, filly? A plaything? A meal?" He narrowed his eyes. "What weak taint does that tail of yours suggest?" He spoke critically. Would he stir the ire of a demon, or was there shame or weakness in her blood?
The great Kalona did not have patience for raising a child. he came here for his freedoms, to act on whim and take what he wanted. But he was not without at least a passing curiousity in his progeny, his... legacy and mark on these lands. In his years in the homeland he had not reproduced. It was... complicated, complex... and now, as he looked down at his ... granddaughter? there was a strange appraisal in his eyes.
((Note April 16, 2011: Given how long this RP has been suspended, I'm going to go ahead and assume it's wrapped. If you want to continue, just drop me a PM)).
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