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 Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 2:38 pm
The Kalona had been chased away by the very valiant stallion. Pele wasn't sure what she should do, but her hero had been a bit hurt in the fight. She hovered close, her wings folding and unfolding with her nervousness.
Eyes full of concern, she looks to make sure none of the wounds look life threatening. Of course, what a life threatening wound looks like . . . she has no idea.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 9:15 am
Sunny was still on edge. Even though the kalona had eventually taken his leave, the stallion was no entirely certain he wouldn't come back. It was very possible the beast might have family or companions to do his bidding, and a vengeful kalona was not something Sunny wanted to face.
He'd never fought a kalona before, and now he knew why his family was so against the species. They were vile, cruel, with no good within them. Furthermore, they were dangerous. With their fangs, their horns, and their leather wings, they could do a great deal of damage to the unprepared or untrained. Thankfully, though, somehow, miraculously, he had been victorious, had driven the thing off . . . .and had lived.
Wounds aside, he urned back to face the innocent victim; the quiet dancer he had witnessed earlier. "Are you all right?" He asked as blood dripped down his forehead and in to his eye, more concerned with her well being than his own. Limping a bit closer, the stallion wanted to make sure the beast hadn't done any lasting damage, though the emotional trauma of such an ordeal might linger.
For his part, Sunny knew he was going to be sore. Their scuffle had wound up with him getting kicked, smacked and bit, but even the deepest of the beast bites had missed anything vital. He'd bleed for awhile, and would be walking with a limp for a few days, but he . . . he was certain he'd be fine. Hopefully. Maybe. He'd taken some solid beatings during his training, and while this was comparable to some of his worst scraps, Sunny came from a long lineage of hardened warriors. It was probably the only reason the two of them were still alive.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 10:13 am
Pele nodded, her eyes wide. "I . . . I'm okay. But . . . you're, you're bleeding. I . . . " She looks around, a bit frantic, before looking back at him. Her voice small, "I . . . what do we do? Should I . . . I could find a Uni?"
This was not something Pele was prepared for. Yes, her adoptive father had tried to teach her many things, but she was never listening. The song of the forest, of the wind, the feel of her muscles longing to stretch in dance . . . it had always been so distracting.
Her father! Maybe she could take this stallion . . . she still didn't even know his name, but maybe her father could help. He knew about fighting and being wounded and even if he wasn't really a healer, he had a horn, surely he could help.
"I . . . we can . . . my herd, my father . . . he would help!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:38 pm
The stallion was surprised to hear the mare speak. Her voice was almost difficult to hear, and he felt he had to strain his ears to make sense of her words. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell if that was because his head was spinning, and everything felt just a little clouded. Maybe he'd taken a harder hit from the kalona than he had first realized.
Thankfully, though, he still had three hooves solidly on the ground, the fourth gingerly held up. He was certain he looked worse than he felt, but to be fair, he wasn't exactly feeling the greatest. While he was glad the two made it out with their lives, the smallest part of the male was still quite concerned that the kalona would return. . . perhaps with greater numbers too. Kalona were vicious beasts, but that did not mean they could not pair up or gang together, or even form a herd!
Regardless what would happen, the stallion did not want to be around should Demon return. ". . . water would be a good start." He suggested mildly. He offered the stranger a small smile, trying to assure her that he was quite well enough. . . sort of. As she continued, his ears did twist in curiosity at the mention of a herd and father figure. "...if we're not terribly far, I . . . I don't see why not. I just think the sooner we get away from here," he gave a small, painful nod at the forest surrounding them, "the better. I'm not so sure I'm up for a second fight should that monster return."
He could take a hit, but he was young yet. While he was now grateful his father and relatives had not gone easy on him while a foal when they trained him to battle, he still worried about other dangers. If Demon did not return, than other curious carnivores might instead. Bears, wolves, other meat eating soquili. . . . Nope, Sunny didn't want to risk it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 8:32 am
Pele took a moment to think about what he said. She didn't often pay much attention to her surroundings, but she could hear the soft sounds of the small stream in the direction of her family herd. With a clear direction to go, something to do, she was able to regain a sense of calm.
A small nod and her voice was stronger, "Yes, water is this way." Pele started to take a step away, to lead towards the stream. Then she remembered his limp.
Pele was much stronger than she looked. Her frame was small, her muscles lean. But she was a dancer. She could move her body so very slowly, each raising or lowering controlled with precision by a body honed to an instrument of art. And her endurance is such that she can dance for hours and barely notice the passage of time. Of course, after doing that, she is normally not fit for much more than sleeping, but today's dance had been interrupted early and she knew she had energy left to burn.
She moves to tuck herself against his flank, supporting the side with the wounded leg. Her wing reaches up and curves over his back. Not to hold him, but to keep it from being crushed. But once she does so, it feels strangely intimate to her. Pele doesn't recognize the rush of warmth that fills her at that, but it is of no importance at the moment.
"Water, then herd, then rest. Come on." She didn't talk much, preferring the communication of dance and song, so her words were a bit abrupt. And she could feel the heaviness of the adrenalin of the attack leaving her, but that wouldn't stop Pele. If she could survive storm and flood and raging river, this surely couldn't stop her.
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