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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:21 pm
 Bright citrine colored eyes looked upon the sky filled with ominous clouds; a change in the afternoon air was apparent, the world seemed to carry the sense of expectation. “Dv-ga-na-ni,”(it is going to rain), his rich voice was slightly accented and held a certain draw due to his storytelling. Adonvdo Nudade had been traveling the land of Kawanii for a few months, encountering different soquili each with his or her own story to tell; he had even encountered a few storytellers who he traveled with for some time.
A slight drizzle coated the earth and the dark coated stallion made his way to find shelter from the evident down pour. The rain was not contained long with in the thick clouds and a torrent fell from the sky, drenching the stallion as he walked across the land; his eyes caught upon a line of trees in the horizon. “Na-v-ni-ge-s-di”(almost) He gave a small smile, it did not really matter how close he was to the forest and the dry protection of the mighty tsu-s-ga (Oak).
When stallion of the Asgina Kanehelvsgi finally reached his destination, the rain had caused deep puddles of mud, and the stallion’s legs became glazed with the watery muck. Beneath the canopy of the branches the storyteller looked up at the sky, Asgaya Gigagei, the God of Storm and Thunder was bestowing upon the world his magnificent power. Dry under the protection of the ancient oaks, Adonvdo closed his yellow eyes to the flood of water and entered the world of Di-s-gi-ti-s-di (dreams) for a quick nap.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:19 pm
 Hoto muttered as he tried to blow a strand of damp mane out of his eye. He'd thought that the rain wouldn't be so bad so he'd continued walking. Usually weather didn't stop him. But it was pouring down so thick he could barely see. And his messy black mane wasn't helping matters. So he looked around and tried to make out a place to stop to get out of the rain. He thought he saw trees not far off so he picked up his big hooves and trotted in that direction. His huge frame churned up the dirt under him and flung mud halfway up his legs, covering parts of his marked hide. He grumbled but kept going and was relieved when he'd been right and actual trees came into view. He was soaked through as he finally came into the woods and chose a big oak tree since it seemed to be the driest. He shook out his mane and when his head came up be was surprised to see a blue stallion asleep in front of him. Clearly he wasn't the only one who wanted to get out the rain. The other stallion wasn't as wet or dirty as he but it was clear he'd gotten caught in the deluge too. Hoto wasn't usually big on socializing be we wasn't about to head back out into the rain so he clopped slowly forward.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:47 am
A-ye-tsv Ga-lv-la-di-tlv. The whisper of thought wisped through the stallion’s lethargic mind. One citrine eye opened and then slowly, the other to take in a soaking wet and very muddy stallion who was sloshing his way through the damp earth toward the protection of the trees. Sadly, the cover of the trees would not keep those beneath the canopy dry in the torrent, but semi dry was better than drenched. With one more glance at the dark, cloud filled sky, the stallion of Asgina Kanehelvsgi sighed, Asgaya Gigagei, did not appear to be lessoning his benevolence upon the world anytime soon.
Adonvdo Nudade gave the approaching stallion a sleepy smile, “O-si-yo U-na-li-I, hello friend. Some weather we are having.” The torrent of rain continued to beat down upon the E-lo-hi (earth), washing away the Di-ga-ti-le-gi-nu-s-dv-ka-no-he-di Nu-li-ni-gv-gv (negative energy) and bringing new V-le-ni-do-hv (life). With his observant eyes, useful in his profession as a storyteller, Adonvdo looked over his new companion; the new stallion had strange markings upon his body, but he did not appear to be a storycoat stallion, like Adonvdo, but the storyteller knew that the new stallion’s coat definitely revealed a tale. With his head cocked to the side, the stallion memorized every detail and tried to imagine what each symbol represented to the one who wore them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 3:53 pm
Hoto quirked a brow at the strange language off the greeting but said nothing as he tricked to kick some of the mud off and make his mane and tail at least somewhat presentable. Inwardly he lamented at sodden and now dirty feathers tied in his tail and resolved to find a good spot to wash them when the rain stopped, he could only imagine what the ones in his mane look like so he didn't even turn his head to look at them. Patiently he nosed a clod of dirt off his flank and smiled at the arrow on his leg. His coat always had, and always would please him. Quietly he walked over to the driest spot under the tree and shook himself from nose to tail tip, water danced away and mud flew. "Hello stranger. The heavens seem to have opened to drown us tonight. My name is Hototo. What language is it that you just spoke?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 2:41 am
Adonvdo stood farther back so he would not be splattered by the flying mud coming off the stallion; the stallion really did have the wet dirt all over him. The stallion of the Asgina Kanehelvsgi bowed his head to the stranger, “Ohst-ah-gee yay-loo zah-dane-zoh, I am pleased to meet you Hototo. I am Adonvdo Nudade, which means Spirit of the Harvest Moon. Does your name have any special significance?” Citrine eyes looked back up to the heavens and then to the soaked ground, the earth could no longer absorb the excess water, “As it so appears, I fear if it keeps up we may have floods on the flatter lands,” the soquili with the slight accent smiled at the stallion’s question regarding the language of his youth, “It was Cherokee,” he smiled at the stallion. Usually when he meets others he reverts back to greetings in Cherokee, out of old habit and regularly it seems like a good conversation starter, even if he did not mean for it to be one.
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