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 Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 7:02 pm
Having never been a parent, Vys had no idea how needy baby 'taur could be. All hours of the night would his little Dracarys wake and wail, prompting the drowsy unitaur to animate a few little fairies to tuck her in, to kiss her head, to bring her something sweet to chew on until she fell asleep yet again. Yet from this distance, he could do nothing to clean her, and so very little to comfort her when she cried. He longed to bound through the forest, scoop her up in his arms and hug her tightly every time she cried, but he had to remind himself that it wasn't even an option.
His finger made lazy patterns in the air, directing the little fairies as they danced around the drowsy-looking kitten. She was a cat, and he knew them to be omnivorous, if the wild cats in his picture books had taught him anything; it meant that he couldn't simply watch over her night and day, not if he wanted to find her some meat. That would mean hunting... he glanced down at his pack, propped up against a nearby tree. Within, it held hard cheese and long-stale bread, as well as a heavy handful of dates. It would be enough food for a short time, but he hadn't thought to bring along any weaponry, for defense or hunting. He never thought he would need to hunt... The golden tuft of his tail trailed in the dirt behind him, eyelids feeling heavy as he watched the little cattaur drift off.
About time. Yawning, the unitaur got to his feet, the little fairies about Dracarys jumping up and dancing over to him in all their signature grace, making Vys smile. Since he'd first learned such magic, he'd enjoyed it, but he had truly learned to enjoy it more after he had found his little cattaur charge. The fairies may have been an extension of him, but they could be given their own form of independence, allowing them to frolic and dance playfully. Walking slowly through the quiet forest, he contemplated what he was going to go hunting for, and how exactly he intended to take down his prey. As of yet, he hadn't come up with any clever ideas...
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 8:50 pm
 Kiala stepped carefully through the forest, her magic causing all sorts of flowers to bloom in the area around her, small bunches of pink flowers growing in each of her footprints. The branches of the trees seemed to bend slightly to get out of her way, and briars dared not get caught in her pale coat. She didn't even notice the plant life reacting to her much anymore, it had become so second-nature to her.
Her tail swished slightly behind her, causing a few more flowers to spread behind her. She frowned a bit, sensing a tree sick and close to death. The pale unitaur took a few steps closer to the ill plant. Placing a slender hand on its trunk, she closed her eyes and let magic flow from her. The tree practically exploded into new life, fresh branches sprouting off of it. Flowers surrounded the base of the tree and spread out several feet around it. The light uni smiled, brushing a little of her pink hair out of her face. Nothing made Kiala more sad than a dying plant... It had been a long time since she'd had any company except for plants.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:24 pm
A cudgel. That was the weapon that he had decided upon. With a rock on the end, just in case. With no weapon-making skill, Vys was on his knees in the dirt, tying a rock to a thick stick with a long wrap of hempen cord. His tongue was clenched between his teeth as he worked, awkwardly tying off the end knot and lifting it slowly. With a solid thunk the rock hit the ground, and the unitaur's brow wrinkled. Well that was a waste of his time; perhaps he needed something else to bind the objects together? Reaching down, he retrieved the rock, tossing it in the air and catching it, testing its weight. If nothing else, I suppose this has the power to kill a creature.
He didn't want to kill anything, not truly. Though his father had stories of wars and battles waged, Vys and his mother had been born during peacetime, never witnessing a battle, hiding away in their magically guarded home. Following in his mother's footsteps, the boy didn't even eat meat himself. But the foodchain was savage and cared not for his pacifistic ways; it was no wonder the first responsibility he was entrusted with was a meat-eater. Beside him, the fairies enacted a scene of the hunt, a blue-lit fae fallen stricken before being carried off. They fed off his energy, it was no wonder they'd enact his thoughts, but it served to give him chills nonetheless.
Suddenly, their miming stopped. The lot of them paused and turned and Vys could not help but glance in the same direction, wondering what it was they were looking for. His ears swiveled forward and back again. Not a sound. Yet still the little creatures bounced and pointed, some of them fluttering off, out of his vision. Yellow eyes widened, the young man unable to resist the urge to follow them; he'd never seen them take on such a life of their own. Surely, there had to be something of dire importance, wherever it was they were taking him. Things seemed to be growing more... lush as he continued, and his pace slowed when his path crossed another, a trail made with pink flower stepping stones. His heart fluttered, eyes following the winding road, the direction that his fairies beckoned him, the lot of them dancing and diving in and out of the flowers, celebrating them with a liveliness that only served to make him more cautious.
Gently, he started forward, swallowing the lump in his throat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:59 pm
Kiala had grown tired, and, upon finding a stream, settled down beside it and began to drink. The water was cool and fresh, helping her tired and warm body relax. She laid down, tucking her legs neatly under her body, her tail curling around herself. Reaching for the makeshift bag around her shoulders, she pulled a warn book out. She had read it thousands of time, but she never grew tired of it..
Carefully pulling her hair over one shoulder, she began to read. She grew quite involved in the book, flowers growing quite thick and full in a few feet radius around her the longer she stayed in one place. She was quite comfortable, the soft sound of the stream lulling her into an even more relaxed state. After a few moments, Kiala found herself laying down in her bed of flowers, hair spreading out around her. Her book slid out of her hands, falling onto the ground in front of her. She had been walking since the morning, though she had no real goal to end up in. Kiala wandered endlessly, never finding any place to to call home. It ended up, a lot of days, with her walking until she was exhausted. The young 'taur didn't even react when another began to walk towards her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 10:44 pm
No... it... it can't be...
Vys had wound his way through the woods, following the flowered trail and the drunken fairies that danced between them. As though his magic had been possessed, the fairies showed no sign of hesitance or concern, ignoring his will as they summoned him further along, breaking off into points of light before reforming and cartwheeling away. The first sight to stun him was a tree that looked many years older and healthier than those around it, radiating a feeling that he knew well, yet could not place. A hand outstretched, pressing softly to the wood, but the tree told no tales, and the nostalgic feeling was unchanged. So he continued.
The journey ended at a glade that looked as though it had cropped up overnight. Lilies stretched toward the sky, long thin blades of grass standing no more than a head shorter than the male. Not even the nearby stream could be powerful enough to create such verdant plant life - but he wasn't left wondering for long. At the center of the blossoms and grass and beauty stood the true gem: Another unitaur, a girl with long pink hair and a pale complexion. This is what they wanted me to find... Vys stepped forward slowly, kneeling beside her sleeping form, peering closer to be sure she wasn't just an illusion. Hands quivering, he touched her shoulder and shook her gently. "E-excuse me... M... Miss? Are... you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 10:53 am
Kiala had, by now, reached a deep and restful sleep. Thinking herself alone, she had completely let down her guard. So, of course, when the stranger shook her and spoke, she practically jumped out of her skin. She did not scream, but a sharp vine came up in an instant between the two, stopping just a few inches away from the male. Then she realized what she was looking at. A horn, that aura.. so much like her own.. She smiled, a few tears coming to her eyes. It was another Unitaur.. She wiped a stray tear from her eye. "I'm sorry.. It's just been so long..." There was no way one of her own kind could be a threat to her. The vine between the two lowered and she took his hand, making sure that he had not been cut by the plant. She also had just wanted an excuse to touch him again, to make sure he wasn't some sort of waking dream..
"Yes.. I am all right.." Her voice was deep and musical, but soft, a gentle alto. She blushed a bit, embarrassed because after searching so long for one of her kind, she had no idea what to do or say.. Part of her wanted to cry and throw her arms around the male, the other wanted to run away and hide, to watch him from a distance as she had so many 'taurs before.. but... This one would be safe to talk to.. "I was passing through, and it felt so nice.. I must have fallen asleep.." She fumbled around a little, looking for her book, not taking her eyes off of the male but finding herself too shy to make eye contact. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest she felt sure the male could hear it. "A-ah.. My name i-is Kiala Ren. I never thought I'd see another Unitaur again.."
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 1:05 am
The sharp movement made him gasp and stumble backward, and when Vys finally froze, golden eyes crossed to stare at the thorn that threatened the bridge of his nose. He swallowed thickly in the silence that followed, slowly allowing his eyes to focus on the girl beyond the vine that separated them. She was a woman as much as he was a man, with wide eyes that hesitated to trust what they saw. A faint smile was mirrored onto his own face when her's perked up and the vine fell away, his hand turning in her's, flexing his fingers as though he'd read her mind. How long could it have been, for tears to gather in her eyes like that? Vys strained to imagine going year after year without contact, and even the attempt was enough to break his fragile heart.
"G-good... good," he stammered, an awkward response to her reassurance, looking as sheepish as the woman who stood before him. The tension in the air was palpable, but the glowing little fairies didn't seem to notice, hopping here and there among the little flower den that this strange unitaur had created around herself. Vys' heart pounded in his chest, making his vision swim before him. He may not have been alone long, may have even known the joy of living in a village with others, but much of their small town relied on inbreeding, no more than two dozen unitaur living throughout the compact homes. Someone so bright, so differently patterned than those in his village, made his heart swell with joy. He'd never expected to meet another one, and so quickly? It was unheard of. "I can't blame you, honestly. It's quite soothing, even having just wandered by, with the brook and all..."
It wasn't a surprise to him that both of them were so nervous, so it was no wonder that he finally gave a swallow and stepped forward, outstretching one hand to push a clutch of pink hair from her face. Just as it looked, her hair was soft and silken, the sort that made him want to press his face against it -- but that wasn't quite appropriate, was it? Flushing at his silence, Vys cleared his throat and smiled softly, stepping in a circle as he answered her question, as though to prove his existence. "Well, here I am. I-I haven't met many other unitaur either, I mean... my parents, for certain, but few others outside of-- Oh, I'm being terribly rude, aren't I? I- my name is Vys Wildthorn, milady. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 10:12 am
Kiala had managed to put the book in its proper place without once looking away from the other unitaur. It was as though she were afraid he would vanish as soon as she took her eyes off of him.. She began to relax a little, taking in the sense of him being near and listening to him talk. She was filled with great joy, now, at knowing she wasn't the only one.. she'd lost count of the years of her solitude. She took in every detail of what he looked like, in case that they never met again after this one time.. She didn't want to ever forget. You weren't truly alone if you could remember others..
She glanced at the little fairies dancing around her flowers. They were very cute, oblivious to the rush of emotions that the female was feeling. They weren't brought here by her magic.. were they his? They must be.. Their peace helped her relax that much more, all forms of defensive plants sinking down to once again become part of the earth they had been called from. She felt a little weak at the excitement and anxiety caused by meeting another of her species. The flowers became more vibrant and larger at the peace and joy she felt at finally knowing another was close to her. "It's a beautiful day.." she added, as if that would explain why she had drifted off to sleep.
Turning back to look at him, she closed her eyes when he touched her hair, instinctively leaning her head towards his hand. The touch felt so good, contact that every fiber of her being craved.. Porcelin skin burned a faint pink as she remembered she had only just met this man. Years alone did strange things to the heart.. Her pale pink eyes found his gold ones as a warm smile came to her face, watching him turn in a circle. "Manners can be forgotten easily in a moment of excitement.." She took a step closer to him, her resolve to be good and have little contact failing her, and clasped one of his hands in both of hers as a greeting, a behavior that her mother had taught her when she was a child to keep a friendly child from throwing her arms around everyone she met. She'd only lived around her parents and seen very few other unitaurs pass by.. She had hardly spoken to a soul outside of her two, now gone, caregivers.. "Vys? That's a very nice name.." She flushed a bit deeper at being called 'milady'. "I'm so very glad to meet you.."
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