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 Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 3:23 am
It was mid afternoon, and Pokerus had finished her classes for the day. Weather she retained anything from these classes was yet to be seen, but she was sure if it was super important she would remember it later. But for now she didn't feel like doing anything other then sitting under a leafless tree in the school courtyard, staring into the clear orange sky and watching clouds float by. Maybe later she would do something. Like spar someone. Or fly around for a bit. Or even get some food. Now she was too lazy to do anything. Other then sitting under her tree and watching clouds.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 7:41 pm
Maybe it wasn't what most of the horsemen enjoyed, but Nkosazana found herself enjoying the idea of 'vacation.' It was a time to more thoroughly explore her new environment, considering Nkosazana had never really spent time off the Four Isles in Halloween before ... the genocide ...
Not the point.
If she was going to make her home in Halloween, she needed to understand her environment better, and that was what led her outside the reservation on this particular day. The orange sky was nice and clear today, so it seemed like a fine day to walk around the courtyard of Amityville and enjoy the scenery.
Nkosazana stopped walking nearby Pokerus' tree, placing her hands behind her back and leaning back a bit to take in the fresh air through her nose. It was nothing like the air of the Death Isle, but it was still ... pleasant today, at least. Plus, it was getting a bit colder out, which was preferable for the Death Horsewoman.
She didn't seem to readily notice the nearby student, but that was probably because she was busy observing the pumpkin sun.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:03 pm
By now the dragon was looking to see what shapes the clouds were making, with some looking like bats, others like pumpkins, and as she squinted, she could kinda see a cloud that looked like a person waving their arms around as they danced with a bee. Or that was a spider, it was hard to tell. A cool breeze blew past the tree, causing her to sit up and rub her arms. She wasn't a fan of the cooling temperatures, much preferring a more warmer weather pattern. It was then that she saw someone was standing nearby. A horsemen by the looks of things. She had been seeing them more often as of late. Maybe they were integrating into halloween now? Or getting up to some secret evil plan. She hoped it was the former. Still, it wouldn't do to go off and act like a a** without knowing the horsewomen, so she stood up. "You looking for shapes in the clouds too?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:23 pm
Nkosazana was simply relaxing in the cool environment, so she wasn't necessarily paying attention to much else.
Therefore, being spoken to rather surprised her. Nkosazana jumped a bit, before flushing. "Oh, sorry, I was ... uhm," she shuffled her feet, "thinking, I guess."
She wasn't really doing much of the thinking thing, but she didn't need to let a student know that. Nkosazana needed to act regal, not embarrassed or silly. She was a horsewoman, a priestess of Death on top of that. What was she doing saying 'uhm'...
Nervously, she bit her lip, her mind spinning on the impression she was attempting to leave for the sake of not leaving a bad impression on the residents of Halloween. She was certain things had already gotten bad enough when they had managed to get themselves punished by those Halloween "Boogeymen" so many months ago...
"It's nice out here." Nkosazana offered, sounding much more collected when she spoke again. "I'm glad it's starting to get cooler. The Isles of Death were ... much colder than Halloween generally is, so it has been an interesting adjustment."
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:41 pm
Poke could not see the Priestess's inner monologue, and could only guess as to why she seemed so startled at her presence. Not that she would of been concerned if the horsewomen had been regal or not. "I see." She replied, letting her arms reach backwards in a stretch, then bending forwards so she could stretch out her tail. She waited patiently for Nkosazana to speak again, noting how she didn't seem so nervous this time. "I guess so. I've never been a big fan of the cold. Er, snow cold that is." Cold water she could tolerate. As long as it wasn't ice. "Hmm, I didn't know the Death isles could get so cold. I've only see the war and conquest isles." She mused, before adding on. "O-oh, I was part of the field trip." Best to explain how she had been able to see them in the first place.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:10 pm
A dragon? That was what Nkosazana was going to guess, from the wings and the tail that the young ... ghoul was stretching out. That was the term Halloween used for their mares, right?
She tilted her head, listening. This must have been a dragon from a warmer region, too. Nkosazana could barely imagine being without the snow in the winter, but then, she would likely get to experience at least some of that now that she lived in Halloween. "Yes, the Death Isles tended to be a bit of a cooler environment in comparison to the other isles. But we knew how to deal with it."
The field trip ... ah.
Right.
Nkosazana tried not to let her expression falter, offering a small smile. "I am glad some of you were able to experience our Isles before they," she coughed softly, cleared her throat, and continued, unable to find herself able to say the words. Thought Nkosazana was well-aware of what had happened to her home, and had seen the results with her own eyes, it was something she did not fully want to speak of. "War and Conquest are definitely much more temperate when compared to the Death Isles, though we all live in the same place now."
"I'll admit, I didn't go to the other Isles terribly often, though they were always interesting to hear about."
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:56 pm
Her easy going nature disappeared, leaving a ghoul who felt very awkward. She had not talked to anyone about the demise of the four clan isles, much less to a horsewomen herself. Hearing her cough instead of mentioning it's destruction directly made her feel even worse. "I'm...sorry that such a terrible thing happened." She said lamely, unsure of what else she could say. "They were quite lovely." She then said earnestly. For all her mistrust, she had learned some valuable lessons on those isles, and she couldn't ignore how beautiful they had looked. "I'm sure I would of enjoyed the Death isles as well." Her finned ears then drooped, heaving her speak of how they lived together all in one place. She had seen the reservation herself, it was a stark contrast to what they had once possessed. "W-what was it like to live there?" She asked, hoping it would be a more light hearted topic. Maybe.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:20 am
Despite the 'I'm sorry,' such an empty platitude like, 'It's alright,' wouldn't suit here.
Because it wasn't.
Instead, Nkosazana offered a small smile, and murmured a, "Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment," figuring that was as close as she would get to a reasonable response. It was a terrible thing, and every time she thought of it, though the urge to weep was gone, it still put a dark cloud over what was usually a fairly even, calm mood. She was quite thankful to the shift to remember them as they were instead of what they were now.
"For as little as I saw them, War and Conquest were beautiful. They were not like my home, but they were perfect for those who lived within them." It took observing WarHorsemen for a while for her to realize that what War had worked for them. "Conquest, in particular, was very peaceful." She had always liked the Conquest Horsemen--indeed, she had liked one particularly much, but that was beside the point--
At the mention of the Death Isles, Nkosazana went a bit misty-eyed, but a smile spread on her face. "It was home." She wasn't necessarily looking at the dragon in front of her anymore, speaking to something only she saw. "It was a very peaceful Isle, and there was not much that riled us or upset us or the land we lived on. Things were very steady." When she talked, she moved her hands a bit, like she was going through the motions of a ritual. "I could understand why other horsemen may have found our home somber, though. There were high walls of cliffs surrounding our home, and we mostly lived in homes and towers made of iron or stone built into the crater below or into the high cliffs themselves... as steady as we were. I would say our lives were very ritualistic, with meaning to each step we made. Many of us did similar things every day, whether that was studying as a priestess or crafting fine jewels."
She clutched the gem that hung from her clothing, seeming to come back to reality. "Things are a lot different now. I don't think a measured approach to every day works so well." Nkosazana's smile was a bit lop-sided, now, despite her chuckle.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 5:40 pm
"They were." She agreed. "I have to admit though, to fly between those trees as the War horsemen did would be a amazing skill." Her wings were far too large for such a maneuver, but she could probably jump between them. "Conquest had a very different feel, but they were quite serene." If not a little stuck up. And by a little she meant a whole lot. The ghoul could see the death horsewomen was reminiscing about her home, her words painting a very clear picture in her mind. The high cliffs would of been amazing to gaze at she was sure, and to fly around them in the early morning would be even more spectacular. Not that this feat would be possible anymore... Watching her hands was also hypnotizing, and she wondered if Nkosazana had performed these hand movements before. Each clan seemed to have specific jobs and tasks that they do, though what the Death clans did she could only guess (probably something to do with death) "I see..." She responded with a nod, then she laughed as well, although it was a little forced. s**t, they kept coming back to the present didn't they?
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:17 pm
As much as Nkosazana was focused on learning what she could from the past, being a priestess, there was something about her too that knew where she was in the present, and would keep coming back to that no matter what the situation.
Having no wings herself--she was a fully grounded mare--she had no idea how nice it would be to fly between the trees of War. Admittedly, that was part of the reason why War had always intimidated her. Getting around seemed like a near impossible feat for someone like Nkosazana, but then, it worked for the winged War horsemen...
"The Death Isles were beautiful. But, I wonder." Nkosazana tilted her head, looking at the young ma-ghoul in front of her. Ghoul. Yes, ghoul was the term, not 'mare.' "What are your lands like? I am trying to learn more about this land, Halloween, if I am to live here now."
She offered a much less lop-sided smile.
"I think learning about other places is interesting."
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:42 pm
"My lands?" She asked with a bit of surprise. Now that was a interesting change of topic (and hopefully less painful for the horsewomen). "I don't have a territory of my own as of yet. I need to grow a little before I can claim and defend one. For now I still live in my parents domain" When she wasn't bunking at Amityville that was. "It's a blend of land and ocean, to accommodate my parents different elements. The cave itself is situated on a coastal area and is surrounded by high peaks that are extremely treacherous to travel through." This was to keep unwanted visitors at a minimum, but then who would be stupid enough to raid a dragons den? "There isn't much foliage at the den site, but a few miles off there is a large forest. On the other hand the sea is filled with all sorts of corals and reefs, but thankfully few other predators." Thanks to her dad of course. The dragon grinned as she recalled the finner details. "It's quite thrilling when a storm hits. We get them quite often. But I don't believe you've ever heard the wind roar if you haven't been there. The tall mountains funnel the wind and make it even more ferocious."
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 9:16 pm
The surprise made Nkosazana nervous, but she found herself quickly rather relieved when the dragon ghoul went on and started explaining. She had no territory of her own? Indeed, the students were young, but hearing that almost reinforced that fact--Nkosazana could barely remember the last time she lived with someone else as their child and not their equal.
High peaks were something she was at least sort of familiar with, considering the high cliffs that surrounded the lands of Death. Already, it sounded like a peaceful place to be to her, and she closed her eyes, attempting to visualize in her mind's eye what the dragon ghoul was telling her about. The coast was something she was familiar with, being from an Isle, and she was able to put together a vision of what the young ghoul was saying with relative ease.
Her priestess duties probably helped with visualization, though.
A storm? At that moment, Nkosazana opened her eyes back up, looking at the young ghoul instead. She had not experienced many storms with strong winds where she was from, and that intrigued her. "I have never experienced a wind storm like you describe. I wonder how the War Horsemen would like that." She smiled a bit. "With the wind on the wings? They might see it as a challenge." The thought seemed to amuse her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 9:34 pm
Her words brought a chuckle from the dragon ghoul. "I don't know if I would recommend the war horsemen fly in a storm." She said. " Not many would be foolish enough to try. When I was younger I had a go at it. I was whipped around like a leaf on the wind." It was hard to the gale she experienced, with the wind either forcing her wings open or close to her body much like a umbrella. Even in her dragon form she had been buffered too and through, the power of the wind throwing her about until she was forced to land and wait it out. "I can't imagine the horsemen s feathery wings would last long." She could see all their feathers being torn to shreds. "And it's not just that you have to worry about. The grey clouds block out everything, and the flashes of lighting can disorient you. If you're lucky. If you got hit by a bolt of lighting, well...you'd be pretty much cooked. A powerful coast storm is a force of nature you don't want to mess with."
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 10:58 pm
"The more you describe it, the more I just think they'd see it as a challenge, wise or not." Nkosazana laughed merrily, mood much lighter now.
She wasn't necessarily confident they would meet the challenge with the description the young ghoul was giving, but at the same time, she was a young ghoul--a child. The horsemen had lived for a long time and dealt with a lot. Simply being more seasoned and better with their FEAR prowess might make them able to handle the gales.
Nkosazana would like to think they could at least withstand some of it, though feathered wings may be a definite disadvantage from the sounds of it. Of course, there were some horsemen with leathery wings...
"It sounds like an extraordinary force of nature. It is fascinating to hear that other areas of Halloween do have these forces... It seems, in this City, things are always relatively stable."
Even if there had been that weird ... minipet rain the other day. She had stayed inside.
"I suppose that works for the variety of horse--ahh, creeple?" Was that right? "...who find themselves here, though.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:54 pm
"Well, they are war horsemen I suppose." Poke laughed along with Nkosazana. "It might be amusing to watch them try." She could just see them being flung around as being kinda hilarious. But then they could always prove her wrong and fly through the storm as if it were nothing. She frowned in thought; perhaps she should practice flying in stormy weather some more. Just encase they could do it, because she didn't want to lose face... "The city's weather doesn't change much. It's when you start getting to the remote places of halloween that it can fluctuate alot. Especially if you have elementals, or even a few reapers in the vicinity." She had heard of some powerful halloween creatures able to control the weather "Yeah, creeple's the right word." She said. Though there were plenty of other words that could be used.
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