The mare chirped softly, talking with a few Sisters that were not far off. They had asked her to go and check on the stallion that most seemed quiet upset with. Due to this, Vanwyn was curious, and agreed almost instantly. She didn't understand his reasoning behind behaving so badly. Honovi had been taken from the wild, and he was now ( almost ) a perfect pet. There were his bouts of rage here or there, but generally the white mare could calm him within a few quiet moments. Tilting her head to the side, she moved forward slowly, her tail giving a gentle flick. And didn't her grandfather come from the wild as well? And half the Flock stallions were captured at some point in time... Vanwyn tilted her head in thought as she wandered away from the nests, leaving Honovi there with the order to stay put, and headed toward the field that they were keeping the stallion at.
It didn't take the Harpy long to locate him. He was one of the biggest Soquili Vanwyn had ever seen. And Honovi was a tall one as well; so that was saying something. His hair was dark, and looked wild; untamed. Along his body seemed almost to be detailed markings in war paint, though she wasn't sure if it was actual paint or markings left on the stallions body. She had learned his name to be Hototo; though most the mares in the Flock merely called him other names, insulting ones. Vanwyn didn't like the thought too much, so she would settle for his actual name. Giving her tail a gentle flick, she moved forward slowly, eying the post and the rope that would keep him in place. They were worried he was going to run...? Or was it that they were worried he was going to attack? Shaking her head, she stopped when she stood in front of him, her head cocked slightly to the side, observing him with bright eyes.
"Good morning, Hototo." She said, her voice a lovely sound. She had often been described as having a bird like voice, but it was one of the best within the Flock. Letting a soft smile move onto her features, she eyed him once more. "How are you faring this morning?" She asked. Better to be polite at the start and see how he reacts before completely going on guard. She let her claws dig into the soft earth, and waited with an anticipation within her heart for his response.
Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:51 pm
Hoto had been quietly standing with his rope completely outstretched and swaying back and forth. When he swayed one way the rope pulled taught, when he swayed the other the rope slackened. Not so much to escape, he knew that wasn't happening for the knots were tied well, but out of boredom. It was boring being surrounded by outstandingly pretty birds that sneered at him with daggers attached to their feet. Treacherous, dangerous wenches.
He had his eyes closed and was daydreaming about the outside world when one of them came close. He knew she was there, his warrior sense weren't completely dead yet but he also knew he didn't want to talk to her, or any of them really. But to risk rudeness was to risk injury to his hide at the hands of those claws. He really wasn't fond of them. A small scar on his rump twitched in memory and he opened his eyes to look at her. One of Vanya's daughters, he narrowed his eyes at her, that whole line was a bunch of crazy and deluded wenches. "I'm tied to a post Harpy. How would you feel if you were tied to a post?" He wondered after letting his mouth run off and get the better of him if she'd retaliate for his rude snideness.
While Vanwyn wasn't sure exactly why they kept the stallion around the Flock, she was curious. And she was quite certain she couldn't ask him; since he would probably just banter on about some "stupid mare" thinking him a "trophy" or some sort. Shaking her head, she breathed out a small sigh, her tail giving a gentle flick as she thought of how to continue a conversation with the stallion. She could take him out to graze, perhaps even find some berries. Try to have him understand the Flock ways and how stallions should behave. Honovi would be an excellent model for that; though he probably wouldn't like the fact that Vanwyn was staying oh so close to a "dangerous stallion". The thought made her roll her eyes, since a stallion was the protective one, before she once more focused on the task at claw, and let her eyes drift over toward the larger creature. She could take him, she was sure of it. And a loud chirp would have the Flock Sisters flying to aid her. The bells on her legs jingled slightly as she shifted her position, before she tilted her head to the side to watch him with light sea green eyes.
His response was, to put it lightly, rude. Vanwyn was used to being treated with respect and, honestly, adoration. The Sisters admired her for being able to handle the foals so easily, and for the knowledge she held at such a young age ( not the mention her hunting skills! ). The stallions saw her beauty and charm, even though she only took one stallion to her nest. It was a complex relationship, within the Flock, that she lived. Musical instructor, huntress, lover, hopefully mother. A small smile shifted onto her features at the thought, before she remembered what it was she was doing here. Vanwyn's eyes locked once more on he decorated stallion, before she cocked her head slightly to the side, ears perking up, and let a small smile move onto her features for other reasons. "We could have put you elsewhere, you know. Somewhere worse. But, perhaps I could escort you to a more fitting location? One with flowers and berries to eat, and a small stream to drink." She stated, her voice gentle and soothing.
With that said, Vanwyn moved forward. Her small body was, in fact, small compared to him ( and most others ). She came up to roughly his shoulder, but she was strong, and fast. If she needed to take him down, she would very well try. And if she needed to call for help, she would. Vanwyn knew that, above all, Honovi would come running if she called out loud enough. He was protective, and that meant that he wasn't going to allow anyone to harm her. So, moving a sharpened claw forward, she slit through the rope on the post. Her bright eyes flickered up toward him, staring, before she let a small smile move onto her features. "Come, Hototo. Let's move you to a more... appealing location. You can graze and get some water. I'm certain you're probably hungry." She stated, her head nodding, before she started a slow walk forward, hoping that he would follow so that she wouldn't have to call the Sisters of the Flock to hold the trouble making stallion.
Teh Roarie
Taaag~ Sorry it took so long! Life and stuff. @.@
Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 12:14 pm
He watched quietly as she seemed to wander off in her head. She was pretty, but most all of the harpies were. It was a ruse to hide the nature underneath. What amused him most about the flock was that they really did believe in their culture and what they were doing. The rest of the soquili lands would see them as evil slavers but that was not how they saw themselves. The idea that males were not equal to females was simply a fact for them and it was like they did not realize or even care that the rest of the world was not like that. His narrowed expression deepened and was augmented with a frown.
He was slightly surprised when she finally did respond to him and it was not with the reprimand he'd expected, but he didn't let the surprise show on his face. He didn't respond to her comment though. It just simply wasn't worth responding to. Worse places? Right... He rolled his eyes at her. She as going to try the sweet and gentle on him, deluded wench.
He was further surprised when she cut the rope and this time he couldn't help let it show on his face but then he let his expression settle into boredom. So this was the harpies new plan, if they couldn't win his submission with force they'd try kindness. Amusing. But it wasn't going to work. He didn't belong here and no amount of cajoling was ever going to make him behave. Not that he was going to let her know the just yet. Appearing acquiescent, he decided to follow. Some new grass would be nice even if he wasn't really hungry. They did feed and bring him water. Obviously he was enough of a prize that they did not want him dead. Though he did realize that they wanted him strong and healthy for when his mistress was finally ready to breed. He mentally shivered. The thought of a harpy as big as he was with claws like that made him sick. "They do feed me Harpy. Apparently they don't want me to go completely soft."
techabyte
It's fine. At least you did respond eventually.
Just a note babe, she's actually smaller than that compared to him. He's bigger than a normal kalona and they're big. He's 6ft at his shoulder, bigger than even her Honovi. A very, very big boy.
Vanwyn's eyes flickered slowly toward the stallion. She let a small smile shift onto her features, admiring him some. He was a handsome stallion, that was at least good. Vanwyn was certain that whomever had claimed such a large creature was a powerful Harpy at that. For a moment, she questioned if she knew who it was; knowing she would by the name or face. But at the moment, she couldn't place it. Perhaps later she would question about the appearance of his Mistress. But for now, she was curious about him. Nodding her head some, she started toward the direction of the flowered glade, eyes lingering at the sky for a moment. Soon she would have to go to her music lessons with the foals, but for now, this would be what she would do. Flicking her long tail, she paused for a moment, before standing quietly to the side, allowing him some room to eat.
A few moments passed, before the Harpy let her gaze once more lock on Hototo. She blinked at him, eyes curious, before allowing herself to shift her stance and face him. The comment made her eyebrow raise curiously. She knew they fed him, but she also knew they didn't feed him the best of what they could offer. Stallions who generally fought back didn't get the same treatment as the stallions who would willingly do as their Mistress asked. Her ear flicked for a moment, before she sent him a gentle smile and nodded her head toward him.
"I know that, Hototo. We would never allow any of our pets to go hungry." She explained, almost with a gentle, chiding voice, as if she was talking to a child who had just done something wrong, but wasn't in too much trouble.
Teh Roarie
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:36 pm
"Hmm." He answered with non committal. She could treat him however she wanted. Including like a child. She still wouldn't get what she wanted. He quite simply would not bend to their will. Ever. He would be a good boy. He liked his markings far, far too much to mar them with even one more scar from these harpies. But they would never break him. As long as he was here he would be a large force of derision. To him they were quite simply crazy and even trying to accept their ideology simply did not compute.
Vanwyn watched the stallion with a curious gaze. She tilted her head lightly to the side, before breathing out a gentle sigh, her eyes lingering over his form. He seemed so angry. She pursed her lips slightly, tail giving a slight shake, before moving forward and toward the feeding ground for those that liked vegitation over meat. Her eyes flickered about the area, staring at a few of the Sisters and stallions that lingered within the area. She chirped lightly at some, and ignored the look that others gave her, before pausing by a stream that ran through the small meadow.
"So I'm curious... How did you get captured in the first place?" She asked, voice curious.
Teh Roarie
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 1:46 am
He followed not because he wanted to or even because she was holding his rope but because he was surrounded by harpies. Not for the first time it struck his how ironic the name of the breed they'd chosen was. Mystical winged and talloned women that killed without mercy. Which was just about right minus the wings. How long is this one going to try to entertain me? He wanted to huff and drag his feet but he supposed it was better than the boredom of being ignored. Not that he was really certain, he really only wanted to be free again.
The meadow she brought him to was nice, even he grudgingly admitted that. So, as soon as she was stopped he walked over to dip his head and drink. While he as down sipping he asked her question and he blinked twice at his reflection. Why was she asking that and didn't she already know? He thought everything was common harpy knowledge among the females. He lifted his head to look at her levelly but not evenly since he was quite a bit bigger than her, almost comically so. "Long or short version? Short version is I was stalked by one of your females for my size and then tricked into following her in a moment of my weakness. She piqued my curious nature and now I pay the price."
Vanwyn blinked at the stallion, watching him curiously. She wasn't certain why he remained here if it meant that he was miserable. A frown shifted over her features as she dipped her head to lip some water down her throat. It was odd... Generally the Flock would run a stallion off for misbehaving this much. Or kill him. So why keep him? She wasn't certain, and she didn't know why it was that he still remained here. After a moment, she lifted her head to stare toward Hototo once more, her tail giving a small flick of feathers and hair. Perhaps she should ask her father about it later, after thinking on it once more...
Shaking out her mane, the Harpy peered at the stallion after his short words were spoken. She cocked her head to the side, before letting out slight chirp. "Why do you still remain though? Why don't you request to be let go?" She asked, obviously confused. She was still a young mare, and wasn't certain of everything in this world. Especially when it came to captured stallions. The only she knew closely was Honovi. Everyone else was... foreign to her.
