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 Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 6:58 pm
 Bright green eyes blinking, Volaille awoke to the sound of the grasses beneath him rustling along with the wind. There was really not much to do on this lazy sunny afternoon, except, well, to continue napping. For a while, the foal was living on his own, driven to find a home of his own, hopefully meeting his family once again. He heard about how large his family lineage was, and that made him devoted to learning about them, and once he finished with this journey, he would then return to his motherland and end up telling those around his family stories.
Yes, that would be what he would do. Nap possibly, or maybe head off and find an adventure? The latter suggestion was what he decided to do. This was his time, and his family probably would not miss him for long.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 7:21 pm
 "Oh do come down," he called. The squeakiness of his voice did not really help him reach what he wanted. He was little after all, just a mere Usida foal. Well, maybe not so young, for he was almost to reach his adulthood. Olor did have an eye for strange things, and the bird that he saw was rather strange too... with the same colors as himself.
So looking up at the tree above him, the red eyed foal stared, refusing to blink. This bird would have to come down eventually. That was, until it opened its wings, showing its large wingspan, giving out a fierce cry. Shivering Olor stepped back, to find himself in a heap of a mess.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 7:52 pm
Volaille thought that he heard a cry, but it was kind of far away. Who cares! He did want an adventure, didn't he? In his mind, the images of a border skirmish, or even a kalona finding a young filly to plot upon were able to give the colt a new source of energy. He wanted to see the action, the commotion, whatever it was. He wanted to become a hero for once. He was not really experienced in running yet, but determined, his legs stretched as far as he could, trying to get to the place of the cry just in time.
During his humorously seen run, Volaille was able to spend the time concentrating on his surroundings, noticing that the more focused he was, the more he was able to detect where he was. With learning to concentrate much more skillfully, all he had to do was to follow this driven force in him to reach the noise.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:04 pm
Olor fell back into a bramble of thorns. Sharp, pointy ones. Feeling to stinging pain really quickly, he jumped up and aggressively tried to get rid of them. All that he could really do was whimper as he would p***k thorn after thorn off him. There was one spot that hurt him the most - his front, right, kneecap. Now that was a killer. "OW OW OW OWWW!" he howled, a cry much more worse than any monster lurking around the lands. It was painful, it was disturbing, and yet.. it all came from an Usida colt.
He was able to hear the mocking laugh of the bird up above, and he felt hot, embarrassed, and worse, more alone than ever. There were still some thorns on him, in places that his neck could not reach, such as right behind the ear. All he could do now was let nature take its course and just allow the thorns to eventually fall off, tearing up his flesh, and to leave a scar. Wanting to ignore the mockery of the bird, Olor stared at him once again. "You didn't have to be so rude to me sir."
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 6:59 pm
There it went again! A deadly beast indeed! What were they called? The Soquili with the pelts on their back... animal ... skin.. yes! Skinwalkers! What if the creature making the noise was a skinwalker? Excitement tingled inside of him, yearning to reach his destination. How much further could it even be from here? The chills down his spine was all he needed. It gave him a surge of energy.
Reaching the edge of the woods, his eyes fell upon a strange bird in a tree. A hawk. He knew that one right off the bat, but why was it so colorful? His mind spun, clearly confused. In fact, why wouldn't a foal be so confused if this was his first adventure alone? Something was strange though. The eyes of the bird should have noticed him by now, but did not. Following its direction of focus, Volaille lowered his head, looking down, and saw a small Soquili in front of him. This thing was a Soquili, right? But why was it so small?
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 7:25 pm
The bird said nothing, but stared. "¿Por qué estás actuando como si no me conoces?" he asked, clearly not a language spoken to much around. His nose quivered. Something was not right. Something was nearby. Slowly turning his head to look behind him, the colt screamt again.
"Don't hurt me! I.. I didn't do anything to you!" Olor's eyes were in fright, staring at the blue monster in front of him. Big, scary.. anything around was able to hurt a small thing like Olor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:14 pm
He had practically stopped. He caught the fear in the little one's eyes, and he knew what it was like to be the small one. The small one of his family. Being a colt and not yet a stallion. What was wrong with him? Immediately, Volaille knew that he had a connection with this err... tinier Soquili.
"I won't hurt you." he whispered, half tingling with excitement. This was no skinwalker after all! What he said before did not make sense to him at all. Maybe this creature knew another language? He heard stories about some having more than the common tongue. Something that was either hard to learn, or something learned from birth. The creature was still young, so Volaille assumed he was around that language throughout his life. Now, his curiosity was running wild. He just had to ask, completely ignoring the bird overhead. "Why are you so small?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:23 pm
So it talked, but that did not make Olor settle down anymore than before. He knew that strangers were sometimes dangerous, and this one might. But it was a colt also, wasn't it? He turned to the bird, and tilted his head, obviously asking the bird a silent question.
"You have no right to be here." he spoke. He just wanted to be left alone, trying to finish his bonding with the bird. That plan changed, and the chance to be alone ith it would not last much longer. He knew that Stynk did not really like strangers, especially those not part of the usida blood.
"Just leave us be, monster. You should not be here. Just like the others who have come before."
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:28 pm
 Stynk had the urge to leave, but to leave Olor here with the beast? Heck, the hawk himself was almost the same size as the regular colt. Of course he would watch out for Olor's safety. They were bonding in a rather odd way though. Giving his feathers one last wash, he hopped off the branch and stood in front of Olor, defending him from the beast that was in front of him.
"RAAAAARRRRKKKK! Get out now!" he screeched, allowing his neck feathers to raise up. He lowered his head, staring, eyes never blinking, threatening the blue Soquili.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 4:32 pm
Olor froze. Was the bird actually protecting him? He blinked, watching the curiosity and fear of the stranger, but also admiring the fierceness and guts that his to-be companion had in him. The foal just wanted to run off and find safety, but he was not willing to leave Stynk behind. He was really all he had to his family after all.
"Don't make him kill you." The rumbling threat tingled in his voice. Kill? Did he really just say that? hy not just interrogate him instead? "We are small, but we do have the guts and knowledge of the beasts around."
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 4:41 pm
Volaille just had to back up a bit. He did not think that such innocent looking beings could be.. bullies? "I won't hurt you." he slowly repeated, not taking his jumpy eyes off the other foal. Maybe it was best to just stare at the colt and not at the one who actually looked scary. But the feathers poofed up.. and the sharpness of the bird's beak. Would it really strike him?
"Please, I just heard a scream and wanted to see what was going on, nothing much really." he half answered, unsure of what to actually say. But this all was the truth, wasn't it? The last line of the small one sent him chills now. Did he mean skinwalkers? He did hear about how they tried to appear innocent and then attack, but really? A young one? He breathed in, heavy, and walked past the hawk, ignoring its gawking and stabs. Sure, they hurt, but this colt seemed to be the superior one of the two. "You're lying." he said into the foal's ear. "because I have seen one and they do not look like you. At all." Then again, Volaille just assumed this creature was not one.
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