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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 3:55 pm
This is a PRP for .Tortured. .Pumpkin. and her Soquili. To request to be a part of this roleplay, please PM me. Current Players (Subject to Change as RP Progresses) 
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 4:33 pm
Heavy hooves fell drearily upon the earth in a steady rhythm. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. One-two, three-four, stop. A calm, deep breath entered through the mouth and was held for moments before being released. Black, piercing eyes scoured the surroundings. Everything was barren, save for a tree here and there. Everything was quiet, dark, and empty. Nobody was out, and nobody was hiding. He'd have heard their hearts beating. He'd have smelled their fear. He'd have known, no doubt.
Haborym had unknowingly wandered to the edge of The Great Plains of the Soquili lands. The Kalona had been searching, tracking, finding his latest obsession; his newest desire, his son. A head start, he'd called it. He didn't let the beast go out of love; that would have been pathetic. It wasn't his son, it was a monster, and it had to be dealt with. The world had to be rid of it. It needed to be cleansed of the impure blood. Anything to rationalize what he'd done, what he'd created. Anything to fix his mistake.
The darkness didn't bother the stallion; he enjoyed it. His faulty eyes burned in the light, and his other senses shined in its absence. Nose and ears leading the way, the steady rhythm began again. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. A breath in through the nose, a swivel of the ears. One-two, three-four...
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 5:11 pm
The night had been full of easy travel. It was dry, it was flat, and though it was frigid, his muscles did not feel tense or achy. His steady pace had led him through the plains and to the edge of something he'd never encountered before. The ground was soft, the dirt seemed to have a silky texture. It was something Haborym did not understand, and he was unsure of how to continue. With his need to think came a need to eat, and he settled on the edge of the plains and the desert and waited, unsure of the creatures that may come along. After some hours, he caught something that appeared to be a rabbit, only bigger... And it had... Antlers? It didn't matter, the meat was tender and plenty for a fresh meal.
After eating, the stallion decided it was only natural for him to press on. His cloven hooves sunk into the soft, golden sands, and his eyes quickly began to squint at every breeze as it pushed grains of sand toward his face. Curses left his lips every time this happened, and the stallion thought perhaps it would be easier to rest by day and travel by night. The heat pounded onto his wings and there was seemingly no shade or shelter. After a few moments of thought, Haborym lay between two dunes, which provided little shade, but shade enough to not let him be scorched by the sun's rays.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 5:50 pm
That night was something Haborym had never experienced before. How was it that a place as hot and fiery as this could become so frigid, just from the lack of sun? It was so dry and so cold. His mouth tasted of sand and his fangs were full of grit. It angered the Kalona more than it should have; perhaps the dehydration or the heat had gotten to him. He sneered as he moved forward, angry at his hooves sinking, angry at the sand hitting his face, and angry at the path he'd taken. Surely there was another way. Surely his senses had led him astray. He had gotten too emotionally involved, too upset, too weak. Anger caused his legs to move faster and his heart to beat louder. He had to continue on.
Few hours passed and his angry pace fell to a gasping trot. His mouth dry and his body exhausted, the stallion didn't appear able to go on. The soft sand had gradually turned to cracked, dry earth. Here there was foliage new to Haborym's eyes, and he approached it with caution. A hairy-looking thing with a greenish hue stared at him. He knew if it was green, it had to contain moisture. A sniff later, the stallion took a healthy chunk from the plant, only to be rewarded with what he could only compare to porcupine quills piercing his lips and his gums and tongue. The taste of blood soon filled his mouth and the sting of the cactus lingered as he spat the awful thing from his lips. He had found, it seemed, something as wretched as himself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:55 am
Haborym rolled his lips and bit at the spikes, loosening them from his skin one by one. Pushing his tongue against his wall of fangs, the stallion plucked more of the cactus from his flesh. When he removed as many of the thin straws as he was able to, the Kalona examined the plant again. The place he had bitten was fleshy and moist, and although he disliked the idea, he needed water. A black tongue, dotted with blood, emerged from an equally black mouth. It dabbed at the cactus carefully; the slightly sweet taste mixed with his own blood was enough to make the male cringe. That'd have to do for now.
Six grueling days worth of travel seemed fruitless. Certain he'd been turned around several times, Hab was beginning to lose hope of ever getting out of that wasteland. He'd lived off of small creatures he'd never seen before, and the water from the plants made his stomach churn. Hallucinations became part of the norm, and his black eyes had a slight tinge of red. Irritation in his throat caused a hoarse cough; something that seemed unnatural. The Uunule Noyi Desert may soon have claimed another victim...
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 11:33 am
Stumbling forward, the determined beast grumbled. There was no way in hell he was going to let himself go out like this: pathetic and beaten by nothing more than a little heat and sand. Mustering every bit of strength he had left, he picked up his pace to a brisk walk. Mountains had been visible in the distance for quite some time. Mountains meant trees, trees meant water, water meant life. His heavy wings drooped, he was too weak to hold them upright. Had he not been so stubborn in the first place, he'd have flown over the whole mess and avoided feeling this way, but he felt as though every new experience was a learning experience. And learned, he had. The mountains weren't far, now. Perhaps another mile, two at most. That wouldn't be so unbearable.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 6:35 pm
When he reached the edge of the mountains, there were arrows, faintly etched into the rocks. The way looked well-traveled, and it seemed that where they pointed had less height. It was curious to the stallion. He'd never seen indications such as the arrows before, but he knew they must mean something. With little caution, he headed toward the mountain pass, relieved to find puddles scattered about. Lips pursed, he slurped the murky water, refreshed by the much needed moisture.
The sun was high in the sky by now, and the Kalona's eyes ached. He wandered a bit off the path and found a patch of dense brush. Moments later Haborym laid down behind it and covered his head with one of his wings. He'd rest until nightfall, and begin his journey through the mountains then. After finding food and more water, he could simply fly his way through them to the other side. Surely Wallace wouldn't stay there, mountains generally meant hunting grounds where he was from.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:10 am
Darkness comforted the stallion. With darnkess came an advantage over most other living things. A small snap of a twig could make a rabbit's heart race, and the beats became as clear to the stallion's ears as the shriek they made when caught. In complete darkness, Haborym didn't need his eyes, and his other senses were heightened. He ate his kill in silence, only the sound of ripping flesh and crunching bones filled the air.
The meal was soon over and the stallion's head lifted. The moon was hidden from the land by an endless sea of clouds, and that's exactly how he liked it. Although flying could be dangerous for most in such darkness, the idea didn't bother him. His massive wings stretched and he smelled the air. There seemed to be a familiar scent tonight... He must be in the right place. Without another thought, Haborym took to the sky. The stallion kept low, his ears searching for a beating heart or breathing lungs. He didn't find any.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:29 am
After a long night's search and much gliding just above the treetops, Haborym's wings grew weak. The sun began to peek behind the mountains he had avoided previously, and his eyes strained to find a place to rest. After a few moments, the stallion found a clearing just large enough to land in, and he took the opportunity to do so. Once on the ground, he let his wings hang and rest on the earth. He tilted his head from side to side to stretch his neck and stretched his legs.
As he finished his after-flight routine, the kalona closed his eyes and listened. There was a small amount of noise to one side of the clearing, and seemingly nothing on the other. The air smelled crisp and clean, and it lacked any fresh scents of others around. This would do for now. He veered away from the noises and made his way through some trees. Hab found a massive evergreen, something like he'd never seen before. Its lowest branches hung six feet from the ground and bent to meet the soil, making its own sort of cave. A perfect dwelling for one such as himself. He wedged his way between the branches and laid beneath the tree. His body was being stabbed by needles of the fur but it didn't bother him. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:32 am
The First Encounter
Name: Evangeline
Species: Regular
Link: Here
Haborym's Thoughts: She looked wounded... For a moment I thought she would be a meal, but no such luck. But I may have an ally in this mare. Only time will tell.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 1:00 pm
Wind-battered wings stayed stiff against the air current, causing the attached stallion to glide seemingly effortlessly above the plains. A big, bright Unikalona could hardly hide here without being noticed, and even if Wallace wasn't here now, he may have been in the past, and the hybrid could very well wander through in the future. It would be good, Haborym thought, to gain some allies and scouts in all parts of the lands.
The cunning Kalona already had his story planned. "I strayed from my Kalona herd to be with a lesser," he would start, not entirely lying at first. "I was found out and hunted by the herd for my weakness," he'd continue. "When I heard them coming, I instructed Etnel to hide the children." By now, he figured, anyone with half a brain could figure out that Etnel was the lesser mare who'd won his heart. "The filly was caught and torn apart, as was my beloved... But Wallace, he survived. He smelled so much of Kalona, and his hair, wild as it was, covered the tiny budding horn of his, and he was passed over, unnoticed." Here, he would sigh for effect. "They hauled me off to keep me as an example to others who may consider leaving the herd. Unless they went back and found him, I've reason to believe my son is still alive. He'd be grown by now, and is probably even larger than myself. Wally was always a big boy." The stallion smirked as he rehearsed his tale in his mind, continuing to soar above the plains in an almost vulture-like manner.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 1:05 pm
He envisioned an awe-struck audience, the mares swooning at his bravery and the stallions looking to him with respect. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you're alive!" one of the figments in his mind called out. To this, Hab would frown. "Oh, please, if you find him, don't mention my search. I'm afraid of what he may think of me. He may run off, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing him again."
"Well why would he think poorly of you," another voice would chime in, "Didn't you try to run them off?" To this question, and possibly even accusation, Haborym would feign offense and snap back, "Of course I did!" He would take a breath and lower his head. "But you know young minds... I'm a Kalona. He may think I summoned my herd to do this terrible deed. But no. Even with my pure blood, even I am not so cruel and heartless. I truly cared for the unicorn mare. She did not deserve this." His heart ached and his anger toward his son deepened at the thought of what had really happened to Etnel. Wallace would pay, if it was the last thing the Kalona did.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:08 am
The scowl dawned on the stallion's face slowly turned to a smirk. His eyes turned toward a small figure in the distance, straining to make out the blurry shape. As he grew closer, it became evident that the figure wasn't just far away, but small in general. The white pelt striped with bright colors roused a curious thought or two from the male, and he descended to circle closer.
Upon further inspection, Haborym noticed the seeming lack of tail, and the frame that much resembled that of a deer. But surely there was no prey out there that smelled like that... Let alone colored like that. He circled several more times before deciding the mare may be good to talk to.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:17 am
Finally, A Breakthrough Name: Isa
Species: Cerynei
Link: Here
Haborym's Thoughts: I never thought the little brat would even dare to mate... How ignorant of him. I will use her to my advantage, of course. He will never see it coming...
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:37 pm
The stallion sneered at the thought of the mare his son had decided to bed down with. How foolish. Better yet, how dare he?! His eyes rolled as he breathed deeply, the scent of the mare still in his nostrils. He grinned, and decided not to follow. Not yet. They could wait. Worry. Yes, this was the better of plans. Perhaps, Wallace would even push the little deer away. It'd be for her own protection, no doubt. And then, when he least expected it, the kalona would catch the mare and hold her ransom... A life for a life. That sounded perfectly reasonable. Love was always the perfect bait...
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