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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:59 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 6:02 am
Everything here smelled different, and wrong. It was that scent that Te Pura would never forgive. It didn't smell like home. It smelled like /foreign/, and the pain of trying to find her sister, and then subsequently trying to get her sister to come home. That had been a miserable failure, and now Te Pura couldn't go back. She didn't want to stay here though either. There was nothing here for her, besides other soquili she had glimpsed only at a distance before snorting warily and quickly trotting off.
There was danger in being this blindly ignorant about these lands. Te Pura wasn't sure what was safe to eat, and had suffered a sore stomach more than once. Once she had apparently wandered into a herd's territory, only to be quickly chased off, despite her objections that she had no clue someone 'owned' this land. That was a concept that wasn't exactly friendly to wanderers like her.
In short, Te Pura was somewhat lost, physically and mentally, and her guard was up. She would not be unfriendly to oncoming soquili (in fact, she was starved for company), but she would not be meek and mild either. This particular forest was dark, and who knew what the darkness could hide?
Faris shook out his mane in the hot summer sticky humidity of the summer heat. He was growing tired, and figured it would be a good time to start looking for a place to settle in for a few days. He had been traveling for most of the week and hadn't seen too much interesting. Perhaps just a few weeks more and he would begin to make his way back 'home' to his family… it had been a while since the saw them. He had hoped when he started this quest he would find something….interesting. So far, what he had found had been little more than a few good trades with tinkerers and two-leggers.
He heard someone approaching in the distance and he peers that way. He pawed at the ground, making her presence known. He didn't want to startle anything; he was hardly in the mood for a brawl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:20 am
Te Pura Te Pura heard the pawing at the ground, and paused herself, nostrils flaring. The scent was familiar, yet not... Whoever the stranger was, he smelled a bit like the unicorns she had known, and a bit like something else entirely. It was spicy, but not unpleasantly so. She simply had nothing to compare it to. There were no kalonas where Te Pura came from, so if she should have been scared, it was news to her.
She was still wary though. Strangers were strangers. "Who's out there? I'm a stranger to your land, and I'm just passing through. I apologize if I was on your territory. I'll be on my way." A conversation would be nice, but she hadn't yet spied Faris, and she wasn't sure if this was indeed his land. She would have to wait and see, and hope the stallion would provide something stimulating. Otherwise, she would just be moving on again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:21 am
Faris "These aren't my lands," he said, his ears flicking at the feminine voice. "I'm just passing through as well." Faris's wings flexed and he tossed his mane, taking a few steps in her direction. He came into her view, his ice-blue eyes looked her over, his usually defensive, gruff sneer on his face. "My name is Faris," he said, his voice deep and smooth.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:23 am
The sneer did not bother Te Pura overly much. She was too fascinated by his wings, unlike anything she had ever seen before. If she had known that these strange lands would hold such wonders, perhaps she would have explored more when she had the time, before she was planning on heading home. There was no fear in her face- it was a clear sort of admiration, though her muscles were still tense. That was no fault of Faris- it was simply in the unicorn's nature to be wary.
"I am Te Pura." Her voice was also smooth, with a faint accent to it that would be difficult to place by most soq. Her own blue eyes looked up at his own. He was taller than her, and it rankled. Being dainty was not among her more favorable characteristics.
He looked at her dubiously as she came forward, looking over him. He bristled under the examination, expecting her to make some comment about his wings. But when she did, it was out of pure curiosity than fear or disgust. He tilted his head as she spoke at him, surprised. Her voice held a strange accent, which gave credence to the fact that her question was genuine and not come kind of mockery
He held out his wings a bit, their leathery webbing flexing as they extended. "You have not seen Kalona before?" he asked a bit incredulously. "My father carries the blood of Kalona, and the wings have passed down to me," he said, with a bit of a frown. "They do not frighten you?" he asked.
He shook his head, "I do not know who these lands belong to, I am just passing through."
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:24 am
Te Pura wished she knew what a kalona was, just so she could sound educated, and not as completely ignorant as she was in actuality. Instead, she could merely shake her head when Faris asked her if she truly wasn't afraid of kalona. "I have never met a kalona. I would not know what it looks like. Should I be afraid of one? I do not fear things I do not know."
Te Pura examined the wings once more. "They are impressive, if foreign to me." But they weren't frightening. Wings were wings. If there were wings of feathers, why not wings of flesh? Her herd wasn't so isolated that she had never seen soquili without wings before. "What else do kalona have?"
Faris snorted in surprise - looking a bit annoyed, but more because he was confused and not because of the company. "Horns," he said, "So I've been told," he added. "My father did not have any. He was not full Kalona, either. But where I come from, any Kalona heritage is enough to send most Soquili running."
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