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 Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 4:37 pm
Svanbjorn had enough. He was sick of Carmilla. He was sick of her nagging and sick of her ordering him around like he was her slave. She had even flirted with Unenlagia. He was sure that it had been intended to make him angry and jealous, and it had. He had gotten into a fight with Unenlagia shortly after and was still stinging from some of the bruises he had received from it. He took solace in that he had given just as much damage as he had received, but it did little to help his sour mood.
Sneering to himself, he picked his way through rocky paths. He was attempting to hunt, though he was more using it as an excuse to be off on his own for a while. It didn't look like there was much in the way of game around here anyways.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 5:54 pm
Blight stopped her light gallop beneath an old dead tree near a rocky cliff and panted lightly. Looking back to where she had run from she realized she had managed to loose that lovestruck stallion that hadn't taken his eyes from her since her human had brought her to the little dysfunctional family she called home.
Looking about herself she realized she had absolutely no idea where she was, and worse it had seemed she left her little Ghost behind. In a panic she turned this way and that trying to find somewhere to go, but only managed to make herself dizzy.
She stopped and put her head down to her hooves to right her sense of balance lest she tip over the cliff nearby. Once satisfied she was not dizzy anymore she looked up once again trying to decide what to do and where to go first.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 9:18 pm
Unexpectedly, Svanbjorn found his path steering him right alongside a cliff. It wasn't a straight drop, but rocky and steep enough to give him pause. He had wings, but that wouldn't mean much once he started tumbling down. He eyed the slope uncertainly, taking a step away as he considered it.
Abruptly, he smirked to himself. Was he truly afraid of a steep bit of rock? It would only be a problem if he lost his footing, and he considered himself never anything short of graceful. He boldly walked out on the path, considering it a mark of his bravery and fortitude that he was so nonchalant about it. He was thinking about this when he rounded a bend... and suddenly realized he wasn't alone. There was a mare ahead of him, her head drooping like she was ill. She was a pretty thing with a glossy coat and thick mane that would make any mare envious. She was exactly the type that Carmilla most enjoyed.
But he wasn't on an errand for Carmilla. He didn't have any need to even consider what she might have wanted him to do in that situation. Rather than killing and dragging this mare off, he gave her a sharp-toothed smile, suave with just a whisper of danger.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 3:30 pm
Blight jumped at the sound of the voice and turned to see a rather handsome looking stallion with large wings and horns. She paused before answering him due to her sudden notice of his teeth. She had never seen a Soquili with sharp teeth... Her human had told her once to watch for ones like this and be wary.
She skittered back away from the edge in the direction she had come from or at least where she thought she had come from to get here, and looked at him warily. "I'm fine! Thank you for asking. And you are..?" Her little wings fluttered nervously and while she looked at the cliff as a way of escape should this Soquili be one of the bad ones she new with his larger wings he could over take her in a heartbeat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:21 pm
This was a jumpy mare, which meant she was a smart mare. Svanbjorn wasn't a pure kalona and many soquili he met seemed to think that this meant that he wasn't a kalona at all. He considered himself as having more in common with his kalona ancestry than his cerynei. On another day she would have been right to fear him, but not this one. He wasn't someone who went around murdering randomly with no reason, and he didn't feel that tormenting this mare was worth the effort. Besides, it was nice to be able to talk to a pretty mare every once in a while that wasn't Carmilla or future prey.
"My name is Svanbjorn." He spoke his foreign name with a slight accent. He had lived in the Kawani lands for many years now, but signs of his heritage still showed. "And who might you be?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 3:36 pm
Pawing lightly at the ground Blight listened to him with interest even through the fear that made her heart pound like a mouses when the cat is around. Looking at him but never truly meeting his eyes she said in a low voice "I am called Blight."
She had always wondered why she was named that but in the end she hadn't questioned her human. Still lightly fluttering her wings to make herself feel calmer, she said again in a low voice, "What brings you to this bleak place Svanbjorn..?" After asking she felt stupid. It was probably to hunt and kill a mare like herself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 4:56 pm
His pale yellow eyes creased with dark amusement. "There are some rather irritating soquili in my herd that I'm taking a break from." He didn't even have to lie to her to make a case for himself. Thoughtfully, he eyed her wings and wondered if she could actually fly with those flimsy things. They looked more ornamental than functional.
That was something he couldn't abide by. He had great pride in his lineage. All of his features were perfectly formed and well-suited to his needs. He didn't have any extra bits hanging off of him that served no purpose other than being a good target in a fight. Carmilla was well-formed too. This mare was too fancy for her own good.
"And why are you out in this desolation?" he echoed her question back to her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 5:11 pm
Blight was shocked for a moment that anything could irritate a composed Stallion such as this one, but for a moment she felt like she was like him. When he repeated her question she stopped and thought for a moment, "Well to be honest I just needed to get away from my dysfunctional family. They are just so strange, and not a one of us is even related!"
She kept her eyes on Svanbjorn at all times in case he made a sudden movement. Her wings may look flimsy but they've gotten her out of more trouble than not if she needed to. Again she looked at his wings and thought "I doubt I could out fly him if need be."
Turning her neck behind her she looked hoping that Ghost might be following her. She missed his little voice always complaining of when they were gonna move on and when they would do this or that.
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