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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 8:36 pm
Samsara smacked her licks with disgust. She loved her carnivorous diet but the carrion taste in her mouth when she woke up wasn't enjoyable. She rued her decision to sleep so far away from a water source. The morning had started out pleasant enough but the higher the sun rose the warmer it became. A sheen of sweat glistened over her fur and the pelt on her back only made her hotter.
Finally she reached the bank of a shallow lake. A group of deer had been drinking but they bounded away into the forest at the sight of her. Alone, she lowered her head and drew in long gulps of water. The stale blood taste in her mouth washed away. As she was looking down she caught a glimpse of herself reflected in the water. Her own golden eyes watched her out of the pelt of a panther. She had no nostalgia for her previous self. There was nothing about that life she wanted to go back to.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:40 am
 Rosiotti was disgusted with himself. How could he have allowed himself to do something as foolish as falling in love? Flirting and romancing was all perfectly fine, but love? Love made you vulnerable, left you open to being hurt. And hurt he was. The mare that had stolen his heart was gone, completely vanished without a trace and he couldn't understand why. Which only added to his frustration and anger as he plodded along the edge of a lake, kicking up water like a pouty foal.
So caught up in his raging emotions, the stallion didn't even notice the danger lurking so close by. Not even the fleeing deer could distract him from his thoughts of giving up mares completely. It wasn't until he was within a very dangerous proximity to the skinwalker that his nose caught her scent and his eyes darted to her. Panic struck him hard and though, outwardly, he tried to hide it, his unease at her 'sudden' appearance was quite apparent in his complete lack of movement. He was literally scared stiff.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 6:03 pm
Samsara's head jerked up and she gave a sharp stare at the stallion in her field of vision. He had wings, a strange tail, and angeni features. She had heard the stories of angenis combating skinwalkers. Was he going to start a fight with her? Her tail lashed and she prepared for a fight. He looked so young. She doubted he had the experience to be very dangerous.
He didn't look like he had the courage to be dangerous either. Unlike her shift to her ready stance, he stood there unmoving. It was not true that skinwalkers could smell fear, but she could see it well enough. She hesitated then straightened up more, thinking. "You there," she called to him. "What do you want with me?"
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 11:06 am
Rosi's heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst at any moment. He had no clue what to do. It was pathetic really when one considered the strong family of fighters he'd come from. But he had spent more time trying to teach himself how to fly as a foal and even more time chasing mares as an adolescent. He didn't have time to learn to fight. And now he was wishing he did.
Then again, he'd only ever heard the stories of skinwalkers. Sure, their stories must of had some truth behind them, otherwise why would everyone fear skinwalkers so much? But considering he was still alive and in one piece after she noticed him piqued his feline curiosity just a bit. And even though he was going through the frustration of being ditched by the mare he loved, he couldn't help but take notice of her feminine features. She may have been a skinwalker, but she was still a mare and Rosi's old habits were hard to break. And in this case, they were probably going to save him. As his interest in her increased so did his mobility and he was able to relax enough to move to the side a bit and give her a response, "Nothing, I'm just passing by." While his voice was still wary of her, the completely and total fear was gone.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 6:15 pm
He wasn't fleeing. As far as Samsara was concerned, his initial response had been the correct one. He had seen her and rightfully been terrified. Now he was still scared but she could see the processes working in his mind. He was probably convincing himself not to be afraid, that she wouldn't hurt him and probably wasn't too different from him since they both looked like cats.
Idiots.
Since becoming a skinwalker, Samsara had been aghast at some of the responses she'd gotten. Soquili should run away as quickly as possible upon meeting a skinwalker but so many wanted to stop and chat with her instead. What did their parents teach them? She had made a habit of teaching the nosy ones the proper response. It looked like she would have another one to train with this stallion. She narrowed her eyes and prepared to attack.
Then, she had another idea. She had been so far trying only to corrupt already dark soquili to further evil, kalonas and skinwalkers. She hadn't yet made an attempt on a regular soquili wandering the fields. She focused again on the stallion. This could be an experiment. How far could she get him to go to betray his race?
"So am I," she said finally. "Passing by." She was careful to be less threatening than usual. For once, her goal wasn't to scare the other soquili away. "I will not harm you." Not with her claws, anyways.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:15 am
There was a surprising response....'I will not harm you.' Rosi was quite certain there was some level of deceit in that statement. He was curious, but not stupid. For the most part. It was a skinwalker's instinct to kill, so he had no doubt that if he screwed up he'd end up dead. But he was still on the alert and knew his wings would carry him faster than her own would. So, while every muscle in his body was telling him to run now, his mind had control and it was saying stick around and see how far you can take this.
"You'll have to forgive me if I find that a little difficult to believe and opt to keep my distance." Was it really necessary to add that bit of smugness into his voice? No, and it was probably a really bad idea, honestly. But he just couldn't help himself. He'd always put on a display of confidence when approaching a mare and even though she'd seen him lose his cool he simply couldn't kick the habit.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 4:11 pm
His false debonair attitude grated on her. Samsara pushed back the urge to attack. She kept her composure fairly level during this, though the twitching tip of her tail signaled her irritation. To make it more bearable, she made a deal with herself. If she wasn't making any progress in swaying him then she'd chase him off and see if she couldn't bite off one of those pretty little head wings of his.
"Fine, keep your distance." She looked at him with disdain and slight challenge. "There are not many stallions brave enough to befriend one of my kind." There. How would he respond to that? She needed to tempt the curiosity and pride that so aggravated her. She was also careful not to say the word 'skinwalker' aloud. There was no need to remind him what a dangerous creature she was, not yet anyways.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 8:02 am
She knew how to play him like a talented musician. He could see the challenge in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Slowly, he was starting to forget what she was, her decision not to mention it helping in that, and more and more he was seeing her as another conquest. Another mare to woe. Only...he really didn't want to woe her, not yet at least, he was just incredibly interested in the challenge she'd presented. Or maybe he just felt like doing something incredibly stupid, which was what he was doing regardless of why he was doing it.
"That's probably because all the stories they've heard have made them into scared little pansies." He was definitely getting more confident now, enough so to actually move towards her just a little. This may not exactly have been the type of chase he was used to, but it had a similar feeling. The only difference here was how much faster his heart was pounding and that made this far more exciting than flirting with mares.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 1:35 pm
It was working all too easily. He was already almost treating her like a regular mare. It brought her back to hazy memories of time spent with stallions before she had been cursed. She never had anything in the way of romance but had spent enough time around males to know how they acted.
She gave the stallion half a smile. Before her ascension she wouldn't have had the confidence to flirt and string along any sort of stallion. Now she did all sorts of things she wouldn't have imagined then.
"They usually go running home to nuzzle their mothers for comfort at the first sight of me," she said as he approached. "How unusual to see someone acting differently."
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 3:05 pm
Oh how quickly he seemed to be forgetting that she was a dangerous creature. He could tell that she was trying to egg him on a bit, play off his pride and see if he was really as brave as he was trying to seem to be, though some would argue it was stupidity rather than bravery. Giving her half smile a cocky smirk in response, he slowly started to move around her, his tail lagging behind calmly and his whole demeanor rather lax considering the situation.
"I guess it's a good thing I'm not a wussy momma's boy. To be honest, I don't really like my mother enough to nuzzle her any more." She didn't give a damn about how he felt about his mother, he was sure. But he was going to tell her anyways, "Of course, from what I've heard about Skinwalkers, I'm rather surprised I'm not dead right not. It seems we're both rather unusual." He was really starting to get smug now. Possibly because of the fact he had just stated. Or maybe he just wanted to see how far he could push his luck with her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 3:47 pm
She remained still while he circled her. She didn't consider him a threat and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of acting like she did. Such a young stallion he was, barely more than a colt compared to her experience. She willed her body to stay still and contain it's irritation at him. She had to keep poised and calm.
"You're probably more dangerous than I am," she told him. "I bet that you have won your fair share of fights and wounded many beautiful mare's hearts." She gave him a distinct looking over. "Maybe you've even done worse. Should I be afraid of you, perhaps?" A laughable idea, but one that would no doubt make him step further into her little word game.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:26 pm
He'd never considered himself dangerous, probably because he'd never actually fought any one. Sure, he'd gotten into harmless scuffles with his sisters and practiced with a few mock fights when his mother had tried to teach him. But a real fight? Where he could get more than just a scratch or a bruise? No, he'd never really experienced that before. However, she was right about the heartbreaking. He'd done plenty of that. So maybe he was dangerous, just not in the physical way.
"No, I don't think you should be. Unless you give me a reason to be dangerous." Now he was thinking he could actually be a threat to a skinwalker. His stupidity was bordering on insanity at this point. But there was something deep down inside him that was enjoying this danger and the thought of being dangerous. Possibly something from his father's mischievous Cheshire clan. Whatever it was it made him want to play Samsara's game and see how far he could push it. With just the slightest hint of a devious smirk on his lips he asked her, "What about you, are you dangerous?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:28 am
Samsara was very tempted to see if she could rip this stallion's throat out before he even realized she was attacking. If she claimed that nibbling each other was a skinwalker's way of greeting then it would probably be simple. She couldn't remember ever meeting anyone so gullible. If she brought him closer to darkness it would probably do him a little good.
She thought quickly of how to respond to his question. "I'm dangerous sometimes, but not enough." She mimed sadness. It probably wasn't the most convincing display, at least not to her. "Something very dear to me was stolen by a stallion even bigger than you." Inwardly she smiled a cat's smile. "It was a gift from my father and now it is lost to me forever, because I'm not strong enough to get it back."
There it was! The true test of his gallant idiocy!
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:29 am
Yes, he did notice something off about the "sadness" in her expression and the thought of a skinwalker being too weak to get back a trinket reeked of bullshit. But the game. He just couldn't resist playing and if it meant he had to be a little stupid and experience a little danger so be it. He was ready for the challenge. And it was keeping his mind off of his recent heartbreak. Maybe this was what he needed to snap back into his good old self.
"Is that so? And I guess this trinket means a lot to you, huh?" He wasn't going to willing offer up his assistance. He wanted her to ask for it. Every time he opened his mouth it pushed his luck further and further down a dark, deadly road. One he was quite enjoying. As he waited for her reply the slightest of smirks slipped on to his face, one that could have easily become the infamous Cheshire grin if he hadn't been holding it back.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:00 pm
The faking and deceit was coming easier to her suddenly. Her hunter's instinct seemed to realize that it was closing in on the kill. She had him. With her words she had her claws sunk into his flanks. Her teeth were poised to tear and shred further into his morality and decency. It was a powerful feeling and she liked it.
"It is very dear to me." She remembered what that sort of sadness felt like even if she had no use for it now and that was what she emoted. "My father is now dead and it was all I have left of him." She only wished that was the truth. Still, to use her father's name in a scheme such as this was a pleasant bit of defilement.
"Please," she could not make herself plead or cry, but she could whisper hoarsely. "Find the stallion who stole it from me and get it back."
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