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 Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:30 pm
This is a private AIM Rp between me, XxXPandamoniumXxX, and XBlind-DarknessX.
Do not post without our permission.
Posts will have two from Chosovi and two from Gareth
Teepee's: XxXPandamoniumXxX | XBlind-DarknessX
 
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 9:33 am
Feeling exhausted from running so far and so fast, the mare slowed her pace even though the stinging of the wounds made her cringe a little bit. She got into a rough tussle with a bear and she thought she could handle him, but he was just too large. This in turn left her with some pretty gruesome gashes on her pelt. She was a little relieved that they weren’t as wretched as the ones she received from the pack of wolves months prior and it was at that time where she nearly died. She cringed once more looking back at her rump seeing the rather large wound with blood staining her pretty white coat, which ran all the way down to her claws. She could survive a wound like this, but she was in desperate need of medical attention or at least she was able to collect some herbs on the way so that she would be able to use them for her benefit later.
As she pressed on, she limped a little bit unable to really stop, as the pain grew more severe. She flicked her tail and paused for a moment by a nearby stream, stepping in very slowly. She watched the color of the stream turn reddish in color and shook her head very slowly. “Why can’t I just…be stronger then this.” She said lightly to herself before continuing on. Splashing her talon feet through the shallow water before hearing a noise behind her in the distance. She knew what it was and knew she didn’t stand a chance to fight the beast another time. She would end up dead or even worse for that matter.
She stood her ground though with the loud sounds getting closer and closer. She didn’t know if she could run any further in her current state and just maybe she could take the beast down. This reminded her of the time when she was training a little bit with Gabriel. He was a large as a full grown male bear, but was able to take him down even if it took awhile and a lot of energy. She managed to pin him to the ground under her claws.
Letting out a low growl, she waited for this beast to show itself. She knew she got in a few good hits on him and he was probably injured, it just wasn’t enough to take the beast down. She needed to think of what she would do and it had to be quickly.
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The birdsong that had echoed through the trees only moments before became hushed and eventually died away completely. The dark stallion’s ears swiveled in every direction as he strained to detect some measure of sound through the silence, but all was mute aside from a whispering stream. Normally the only time he noticed this stillness was when he had successfully made a kill, and it was as though the world shared in a moment of silence to commemorate the dead. Something was happening. The calm was suddenly broken by the sound of water splashing and any designs he had on the rabbit den before him were forgotten as he mechanically ventured toward the source of the noise, undaunted by the notion of potential danger. Keeping his steps and breathing muffled he picked his way through the trees and around the undergrowth until coming to a stop when his hooves met with the shoreline of the stream. Scanning the area he could see nothing out of place and had almost chalked the entire scenario up to mind tricks when more splashing sent him upstream.
A pale mare soon came into view and he quickly concealed himself so that he may take better stock of the situation before proceeding any further. Her light pelt was tainted with red, telling of her wounds and alerting him to the fact that the quiet was likely due to her. His eyes soon traveled from her injuries to her unusual looking tail but he had no time to contemplate it for she soon took a defensive stance and the sound of something crashing through the forest toward her had him acting without thought. Stepping into view he placed himself between her and the oncoming villain, whatever that may be, and cast a glance at her over his shoulder. “What or who is it?” He asked simply, adrenaline beginning to flood his system at the prospect of a fight.
As soon as the words were out he could see his father’s disapproving face in his mind’s eye and he turned to face her a bit more fully. “I can see you are wounded but…It still seems that asking you if you are alright is fitting so,” he paused, “are you okay?” The awkwardness of this show of concern for the victim was evident but it did not make it any less sincere. He had been thoroughly scolded for the disinterest he appeared to harbor toward those he was protecting and had recently decided to give his father’s way a chance, even if it seemed wooden or strange.
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The mare was so focused on the oncoming bear that she didn’t really notice the stallion at first glance. It wasn’t until he spoke to her, that he eyes shifted away from the woods and onto him. He was a father odd-looking one, but she had seen worse. It was only because of his fur or armor, whatever it was that he had on him. She knew he was mixed with Angeni and Unicorn blood, but that was probably the most obvious thing about him. “I’m fine…It could have been a lot worse and I’m rather happy I made it away from the creature with my life.” She stated to the stallion and even though there was two of them, she felt the both of them probably couldn’t even take the approaching doom.
“It’s a bear..a male bear to be exact and neither of us are equipped to take down such a large predator. So unless you have an army with you or like five other individuals..I think we should get the hell out of here.” She told the stranger as she began to move away as the sounds kept getting closer and closer to them. It was a little frightening for her because she knew this beast could actually kill her and end her life. “Let’s move before you become it’s dinner.” She scoffed at the stallion and if he weren’t there she would probably be fighting to the death with the creature. She didn’t like backing down from things she starts, but when someone else is involved her compassionate side comes out. She wouldn’t want him harmed and would probably protect him. A little bit of her father was shining out right now.
“Once we get away from it you can leave or whatever..” She shrugged her shoulders before she trotted along the high grassed plains feeling the slight chill in the air and her body ache from the wounds it had sustained. “Do you climb or can you somehow get into a tree?” She asked him after looking at his feet seeing he was hooved like every other Soquili she ran into. If they could get up high they would be safe from it. But right now she was more worried about getting far far away from him so she hustled as quickly as she could. “Hurry up~” She groaned at the stallion as they ventured one of the many forests in the region. “If not let’s just find a cave.” She mentioned thinking of various ways in which they could lose the bear.
Then again, a bear wouldn’t chase them for too much longer so they might end up getting lucky.
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Her etiquette as well as her appearance intrigued him as he regarded her at a closer proximity. There was a subtle difference in the shape of her ears, one that was not immediately evident until just now. His gaze drifted from her ears to her eyes and then to her mouth when she spoke, and upon noticing the two menacing fangs glinting from within her maw he felt a pang of… recognition? Relief? Something. For the first time since his desire to become a champion arose, he found himself taking more of an interest in the mare standing before him than the potential enemy bolting toward them. Rousing himself from his thoughts he focused on her response but was again perplexed by her. He had come to the aid of more than one mare on his brief excursions and all of them had been alike with their large, wet eyes staring up at him as they quivered and whimpered, but not this one. Though she was understandably disturbed by her predicament he got the feeling that this was no mere accident on her part.
“A bear.” He spoke more to himself than to her as he struggled with the notion of merely turning tail and running. Such a large predator could provide him with an exciting challenge, but he could not deny that her words held truth. Before he could fully make up his mind she started walking and, shaking his head, he began to follow her. The trance faded and his head jerked up when she scoffed at him and his nose wrinkled unpleasantly in response. “Me?! I daresay you are the one who is more likely to become a meal! In fact, it looked as though the creature had already halfway begun by the time I chanced upon you!” He retorted crudely. How could this be happening? Hadn’t he come to her rescue? Each moment spent in her company he became more frustrated and confused. Never had he met such an ungrateful damsel before, not that he had really focused on gratitude all that much in the past.
“Novel idea.” He grumbled in response to her statement about him leaving once they had escaped the bear. Being reminded of the predator he looked back to see if their pursuer had gained much ground, but upon seeing neither hide nor hair of the animal he turned his attention back on the unusual mare before him. “Climb a tree?” It was at this comment that he first noticed her taloned feet. Tail, ears, fangs, and now clawed feet? She most certainly was not like anything he had ever encountered before. Spreading his shadowy wings and adopting a facetious tone he responded. “I do have wings, though, are you able to climb a tree with those wounds?” He had noticed a bit of a hitch in her gait ever since they had started walking, though she seemed to be handling that well. Her prodding him to speed up had him automatically quickening his pace until he was abreast with her rather than maintaining the rear, and for a moment he felt the strange urge to smile. Even though she was being an obnoxious pain, there was an undertone of fun to this whole misadventure that could not be overlooked.“Though I agree high ground would be our best bet, a cave would likely be more manageable.” He sighed. “And, your wounds will need looking after whether you agree or not.” Having a unicorn for a father taught him a thing or two, one being that someone of unicorn blood could never abandon someone who was injured.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:59 pm
This stallion was strange and one who definitely seemed to like confrontations or arguments because he was making her agitated. She flicked her tail as they hurried together through the forest hoping that a cave was near or at least something to protect them. “Well then what good are you? And yes I can still climb..he just clawed me, it’s not like I’m missing a leg or anything.” It certainly did feel like she was missing half of her body though with how bad the pain was. “Once we get to the cave or safe place, I will patch myself up. I’ve done it many times before so it’s really not a big deal.” She shrugged her shoulders as they were nearing what appeared to be a stone wall? She couldn’t make it out because the forest was beginning to get darker.
She could hear the beast’s loud roar’s getting further away from them and dying down a bit. This might be a good sign and it could mean that it was going to stop following them. She hoped so because her wounds were hurting more then she would have liked at the moment. “What is your name strange?” She asked feeling her breath beginning to get ragged from all of the exertion. She was going to need a hell of a lot of rest after this. She could just feel how tired she was right now. “My name is Chosovi, but you can call me Cho or whatever..” She rolled her shoulders again before finally stopping as she stared at the rock formation before them. There were rocks everywhere and she could see what appeared to be a cave off to the far side of the large rocks.
“There!” She shouted as she hustled her way over to the cave. She peeked in and slowly stepped forward emitting a loud growl from her throat to frighten away anything inside. Luckily for them there was nothing in there. “All the way to the back.” She mumbled to the stallion as she walked all the way to the back of the cave feeling a slight chill hit her body from how damp it was. “We should be fine..if not..I guess we fight it.” She didn’t have any problems with taking a beast down, but this was going to be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.
Perking her ears up on her head, she waited patiently for the bear to get closer, but there were no more sounds. No growling or loud roars. There were just the soft drips of the water falling off the stalactites above them. “I think we are safe..” She muttered looking over at the stallion and huffing. “So what exactly do you want?” She questioned him.
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Her remark insinuating his ineffectiveness caused his ears to snap back in a display of aggravation and he directed his sharp glare off into the forest in an attempt to remain at least somewhat civil, a battle he was certainly losing. “I would have been better off with the bear…” He grumbled beneath his breath before unleashing a cleansing breath and quirking a brow at her. “Pardon me for taking your present condition into consideration.” He stated followed by a satirical bow of the head. He was content to maintain the silence between them, but when she spoke of looking after her own wounds he scoffed and shook his head. “It isn’t a crime to let someone help you.” The words were simple but he could have sworn it was great grandfather speaking rather than himself. Feeling distorted by his unfamiliar behavior he took to observing the thickening forest in a futile attempt to distract himself.
The easy quiet surrounding them told him that the monster that had been after them had given up the chase, but the change in her breathing had him eyeing at her wounds once more. Though she belittled them he could see they were worse than she was letting on. “My name?” He could not keep the surprise from his tone but he quickly cleared his throat to conceal it. One moment she was insulting him and the next she was introducing herself. He suddenly felt like a fish out of water. “Gareth.” Her name seemed quite fitting; it had a rough yet smooth sound to it which matched her behavior and movements exactly. Normally at a time like this it would have been proper for him to say that it was a pleasure to meet her, but he was still uncertain about that. He was glad when she changed topics by revealing the cave and he remained quiet as he followed her in, grinning lightly at her growl. She was fearsome to be certain.
Once they were safely tucked away into the back of the cavern he angled himself toward the opening and kept watch for a time before turning back to her. “Looks that way.” Eyeing the cave he began to walk this way and that, stopping only when she addressed him and he snorted. “What do I want? I heard a struggle and wanted to jump in.” He responded honestly before tearing a tuft of moss from the rocks and dropping it in a shallow puddle. Once it had soaked up enough water he picked it up once again and walked over to her. “They need cleaning.” He ordered more than requested, motioning toward her injuries.
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Chosovi didn’t really like others helping her and when they did, she would immediately think she was weak. She hated that feeling and avoided it at all costs if she could. She flicked her tail and looked away from him feeling the urge to bonk him upside the head or nudge him hard. She liked being aggressive when she needed to me. “Then if you want I can always call the bear back and leave you with it?” She said to the stallion flicking her tail behind herself once more as he mention he would be better off with the beast. “Yes it is a crime especially when I don’t really want help or need help.” She scoffed at the stallion looking at the cave entrance not seeing the bear come into the view at all. This was a good sign for the both of them.
She heard his name and looked over to him. “Gareth? Well that is a name I won’t forget.” She said to him clicking her teeth together and give him a small look over in the dark. It was still hard to see and the stallion’s dark colors didn’t help either. She heard his words about her injury and saw him move closer to it with some kind of moss making her back away for a moment. “You want to help me? Heh..that is something new. I don’t understand why you would even want to help me.” She said to the stallion as she moved a little towards the entrance seeing that there was no bear at all. He must have lost interest and moved on.
She looked over and eyed her wound seeing all the blood staining her coat making her sigh. She needed his help whether she wanted it or not. “Fine..but I can’t clean it on my own..do you mind helping me with it?” She asked him feeling a little bit of her pride die at what she was pretty much asking this stranger to do for her. She didn’t know if he had any experience with this or not. “Just be quick with it and don’t piss me off. “ She huffed looking away from him feeling as though he wasn’t going to do a good job with this.
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The dark stallion stood patiently before her as she took great pains to ensure he knew of her strength and attempted to ignore her sharp comments. Before long the moss became saturated with his saliva and he was forced to discard it, but not before he rolled his pale eyes at her. “Maybe the reason I wish to help you is due to the fact that you look rather pathetic all drenched in your own blood.” He responded sternly as he walked about the cave in search of another usable hunk of moss. In truth, he didn’t know why he was so keen on helping her. It was evident that she didn’t want it which made his persistence seem all the more childish, but perhaps it was her resistance that had him soldiering on. “Or perhaps Chosovi,” he used her name for the first time, feeling strange as it formed upon his tongue, “I just want to be of some “good.” Using her word from earlier he smirked triumphantly before heading to another section of the cave in search of moss.
He had just located some when her voice echoed off the walls of the cave and he turned his attention back on her. There was something in her voice aside from obvious reluctance that had struck at him. Shaking it off he lowered his head to gather the moss. “That is what I have been trying to do.” Grabbing the vegetation with his fangs he dunked it in another puddle briefly before approaching her. “Not sure anything I do won’t piss you off.” He ventured around the moss in his mouth. So far everything he had done seemed to make her annoyed or angry but, oddly enough, this did not upset him. In a way her irritation with him was refreshing. It was so different from the way his mother, sister or even other mares he had interacted with behaved. It was something new, something exciting, and he liked it.
He hovered a moment over one of her wounds, eyeing her warily as if waiting for her to n** at him or growl because of his nearness, but after a second he touched the moss to the torn flesh and began rubbing at it. He did not hold back in an attempt to treat her delicately, he knew she would be able to handle the pain but also knew that going lightly for gender’s sake would surely end in an infection. Once he felt he had thoroughly cleaned one gash he moved to the next, continuing the process until he had tended to each one. Stepping back he quickly ejected the moss from his mouth in an effort to stave off the retching that would surely seize him if he had to taste any more blood. “Now I will try and gather more to pack it with, so stay put.” He commanded before pressing to the walls of the cavern. He paused a moment and peered over his shoulder at her. “I’m glad you won’t forget my name, it would hardly seem fair after all of this.” He poked.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 11:02 pm
The mare sneered at his comment about looking pathetic. She couldn’t believe she actually appeared that way to comeone and it kind of pissed her off a little bit. Maybe even made her want to attack this stallion, but she held back as much as she could. “Well excuse me for not being able to clean myself off for your presence your majesty.” She snorted flicking her tail letting it swat him right in the face. Maybe she could blind him or something with her tail. She only hoped. “Good? Maybe your not meant to be good..actually by your appearance you seem rather threatening. You even have fangs. It’s something that many don’t possess.” She said to the stallion watching him go find another peace of moss.
“Well you are getting on my nerves regardless so it doesn’t really matter.” She shrugged her shoulders before feeling the cold wet moss on her wound causing her to cringe, which was something she hated to do in front of another. Her mother and father she didn’t mind, but a stranger it was terrible. When he tended to each and every wound she had, she felt a little better. The pain was still there, but not as bad really. She could manage and now she knew they probably wouldn’t get infected. “Do you even know what to do with wounds? Do you know how to use herbs or anything for that matter?” She asked as she flicked her tail again looking outside as it began to drizzle. She loved relaxing when it was raining. It made for some peaceful pass time especially the sound of it. “I know how to use herbs if you don’t know yourself. If you find some basil and thyme you can crush those up then fill the wound with those.” She told him just in case he didn’t know.
Eyeing the rainfall, she lowered her body slowly to the ground and felt a slight calmness sweet over her. That was until his last comment, which made her growl. “Look your just helping me out and after this you will go your own separate way right?” She said to him feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She couldn’t stand being around others and certainly not him. “I bet you get on your families nerves all the time. You seem like a real gem.” She said in a bit of a sarcastic way as she flicked her tail once more letting as much agitation subside as she could.
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His searching was brought to an abrupt end upon hearing her final statement and he spun about to address her. “To the first count, yes, I have fangs but so do you. Does that make you equally as evil as I?” He attempted to keep the wavering from his voice, wishing to keep his sensitivity concerning the subject from being noticeable. “You have a strange tail, strange ears, and claws as well. Shall I go basing your character solely on how you look?!” He added, his voice growing louder with each word he spat. He could still feel the sting on his face where her tail had landed a noble blow and he felt the memory beginning to give his frustration steam, but he quickly closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths. Yelling at her would do no good and he knew it, so he instead headed for the maw of the cave, his eyes fixed on the gray light outside. “Excuse me.” He murmured.
“I will go and find the herbs you require if you will but describe their appearances to me.” Stopping at the opening of their shelter he glanced at her prone form from the corner of his eye. He was surprised that he did not feel angrier with her, that he did not simply march out into the rain and spread his wings. Perhaps it was because he still couldn’t get over the fact that she had fangs much like himself, or that she was an outlandish mare. Whatever the reason he stood firm and waited for her to give him the information he required so that he may go and get what she needed. When she broached the topic of his family he let out a dark chuckle but managed to keep his cool.
“If you really want me to depart that badly then I have no reason to stay Chosovi.” Dipping his head to her in an obedient manner he went on. “My family really doesn’t enter into this conversation I’m afraid.” Looking up at the angry clouds above he shook some flaxen locks from his mane and took a deep breath of the musky air. Though he had resolved to avoid engaging with her he couldn’t help voicing the next jab that came to mind for, seeing her all riled up was verging on the border of exciting. “Though, if you wish to get to know me better, you shall have to ask nicely.” Swishing his own tail in a similar manner to the way she did he pawed at the ground. “Now, herbs.”
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She shook her head and looked over to him thinking he had a point. “I suppose except I’m not really evil even though everyone thinks I’m evil. I guess it’s the tail and the talons. It’s not really wanted by many I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders remembering all the rejection and hate she had already face in her youth. She didn’t think it would really happen since her father and grandfather didn’t face much, but apparently having claws was a bad thing. “I would rather you not since that is all anyone has been doing this entire time now. My tail and fangs are wolf from my father. My ears are Cerynei from my mother and my talons…well…my father has two, but they told me they come from my grandmother.” She said letting out a long deep sigh. She hated talking about her grandmother. “She was part of the flock. So were my father and grandfather. I’m sure you heard of it? If not..there isn’t much to say about it. I have been hated because of it. They think I’m from it..” She growled at the though. “I guess I should base your personality on that snarky mouth you have.” She grumbled flicking her tail once more.
“Alright..” She described the herbs as best she could to him since it was rather hard and in the rain they could very well look the same. She only hoped it was enough for the stallion to go on. When she heard him mention leaving her, she felt relieved and a bit sad. Everyone seemed to leave and the ones that did stay were family only. Maybe she was cursed to be alone due to her abrasive nature? She could stand being around others, but when they mentioned leaving she would feel sad. “Nicely? Well you aren’t going to get me to do that I’m afraid. Not unless I’m really interested in your family.” She said trying to act like she didn’t care at all. Lucky for her, she didn’t really show much emotion so she could play it off. “Go find the herbs…I will wait here. So I trust you won’t leave me here alone like this.” She said to him and was really putting her trust in a stallion she really didn’t know all that well. The most she knew was his name.
“Maybe if you come back…” She paused looking at the ground for a moment as she dug her claws into the ground. She hated feeling this weak. “…we could talk some more? Unless your too much of a pansy to talk with little old me?” She sneered at him rising to her feet and walking towards the back of the cave. She didn’t really want his company or did she? She was so conflicted right now, but her main concern was healing her wounds.
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His chilly demeanor began to ebb away as she spoke, but for fear of making her regret speaking to him rather than snarling at him he kept his eyes on the landscape outside of the cave. The song of the rain was muffled and gentle, seeming to provide her words with the perfect backdrop. Lowering his head he closed his eyes and just listened, to her, to the rain and to the sound of his own breathing. When her voice was removed from the equation he angled his head toward her and looked at her a moment, really looked at her. “You are different and others fear what is different, and that is ignorance on their part.” The last few words came out as a hiss and he stared at the ground beneath his cloven hooves. “Unwanted?” He chuckled. “And here I thought I was the one who was unwanted. You are certainly trying your best to get rid of me.” Looking up at her gave a small grin before clearing his throat. He was never good with delicate situations like this one and he felt the awkwardness beginning to set in. “If you promise not to judge me on my appearance, I shall do the same. I have never heard of the flock nor do I know anything of their reputation so, realistically, I can’t compare you to them. All I have is the specimen before me. And my mouth is not the only snarky one here m’lady.”He felt relieved when she began describing the herbs to him, for it was an easy way to shift gears and get away from a topic he deemed to be soft. With each detail she provided him he attempted to build a mental picture and soon felt that he would be able to pick them out should he stumble across them, or so he hoped. Something told him he would get another smack from her wicked tail if he came back with the wrong herbs. “No I daresay getting you to say something nicely, or something nice for that matter, is quite the feat.” He had just taken a step outside of the cave when she brought up the possibility of him leaving her like this. He didn’t look back but instead shrugged his shoulders in a noncommittal gesture. What did she care whether he came back or not? It wasn’t in him to leave someone in need but he couldn’t see why she would even bother touching upon it.
He didn’t know what to say to her request as it was the most surprising thing he had heard her say all day. He remained quiet for a moment as he heard her move to the back of the cave, but soon tossed his head in a slightly arrogant manner. “Me? A pansy? Really, you have no idea what you are talking about.” With that he left the cave and began searching the surrounding area for the herbs she had described to him.
After what felt like hours he located a patch of plants that exhibited all of the attributes she had divulged and, gathering them gently in his mouth he ripped them from the earth and trotted back toward the cave. He knew he had been gone for at least a little while because every inch of him was saturated with water. His gilded hair was a clumped mess and his wings felt heavy. Concern slipped into the furthest reaches of his mind as he wondered if she thought he had abandoned her. The shelter came into view and he ducked inside, shaking off some of the damp before fully entering. Once he was satisfied he went to the back of the cave and set the plants before her. “These it?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 11:49 pm
Was he right about that? Did others really fear her only because she was different from them? She didn’t know if that was the reason, but it was something that made a lot of sense to her. Maybe they were a little afraid of her or what she was. After all harpies were slavers and she didn’t want any part of that kind of lifestyle. Enslaving men just to have spawn. She understood it to a certain extent, but it just seemed to wrong to her. “Fine whatever you say, kind sir.” If she could chuckle she probably would have at her own words. She liked mocking his knightly words and expressions. It amused her and right now it was something she needed. “I won’t judge you. I actually don’t judge anyone by appearances..I wouldn’t want the same done to me. I’m just..being a pain, which is something I won’t stop being either.” She shrugged her shoulder giving him a long stare. “Heh your right and I don’t just say nice things to anyway.” She said to him watching his every movement like a hawk in case he decided to turn on her. She still didn’t really know him all that well.
She watched him leave the cave and in that instant she felt relieved. She was alone again like she usually was except instead of resting on a tree branch; she was here in some damp cave waiting for him to be a hero. She didn’t need a stallion to be a hero for her. She wasn’t some damsel in distress that needed saving from a horrible creature. She could handle herself just find and if this was any other attack, she would be healing herself up. She needed to know how to handle things when on her own if she was supposed to survive out there in the big open world. It was something she learned the hard way with constant failures as she grew up into what she is today.
She flicked her tail at her side as she watched the rainfall down not seeing any signs of the stallion for a moment. Maybe he would leave her there. He didn’t know her and she didn’t know him. What would benefit him by sticking by her side? Plus the storm was getting pretty bad and he probably would go running off for home with his family or something like that. But before long, she noticed a lump shambling her way and when he walked into the cave, she almost gasped at how he looked. He was a mess. A really big mess. “Yeah those are it.” She was a little shocked he even came back to her. It was a rare sight to behold. “Now your probably going to catch a cold. I hope you have warm enough blood to fight the chill off.” She half scolded him as she picked up the herbs and placed them on a rock. “I need you to crush them..” She said eyeing her talons. They were useless unless she was hunting.
“Speaking of which…Do you eat meat?” He had fangs so she wondered if he did since fangs could be deceiving. Her father ate plants and animals, but not her. She couldn’t stomach plants. “After you crush the herbs you just have to dab it on the cuts and that should take care of it. It’s all that can really be done anyway.” She said, but was pretty confident they wouldn’t be infected. “Cold?” She asked wondering if she sent this stallion to his death for her.
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Relief washed over his damp body like a warm summer breeze when she told him he had found the right herbs. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to stand her admonishment if he had gotten it wrong. He was a proud stallion after all and having his shortcomings made so painfully obvious would have irked him to no end. He looked from the herbs to her and tilted his head. “Be careful or I might think you are actually worried about me.” Flicking his tail against the wall to dry it out a little he continued. “First you call me a pansy and now you think a little rain will destroy me? How weak you must believe me to be.” At that he brought his hoof down upon the herbs she had set up and began grinding them slowly. Looking from his hoof to her talons he couldn’t help but to envy her. If he had such lethal weapons on his feet he would be twice as effective as a knight. At the realization that he was staring he turned back to his work, the wish that he had a horn coming to mind. It would have been much less work that way.
Lifting his foot he checked the consistency to make sure he wasn’t pulverizing the mixture past the point of usefulness but seeing that a few leaves remained unground he went back to it, only making eye contact when she asked him about his diet. There was a part of him that wanted to tell her everything, to outline the urges he felt and how he went about satisfying them but is discomfort over the matter kept him from doing so. “I don’t,” he was reluctant to divulge the next part due to the prospect of being mocked but having already endured much of it he continued, “the taste of blood actually makes me ill.” He ran his tongue over his fangs as he thought about all the animals he had torn to bits for, truly, no good reason. He soon realized that what he had said could clue her into the fact that he had some dealing in meat and blood but he didn’t allow himself to sweat over it. After today it wasn’t likely he would see her again. Again the thought of telling her everything arose but he once more wrestled with it and put it down. He wasn’t afraid of her judgment as he realized she would likely be the only one who could possibly understand, but it was more a manner of himself being wary of his own behavior.
He nodded in response to her directions and decided to give it a moment more before checking it. “Do you eat meat?” It was a funny notion but he liked talking to her almost as much as quarreling with her. He felt at ease when speaking to her but also felt the rush of adrenaline he so loved whenever he was arguing with her. It was an odd dynamic but one he would have been interested to explore if not for the fact that she wanted him gone. He had to conceal an actual smile as she asked him if he was cold. “No. I think crushing these herbs is keeping me just active enough to ward off the chill.” He could have teased her more but, seeing as he would have to touch her again soon, he didn’t want to motivate an attack or another whack from her tail. Lifting his foot he noticed it had turned into a dark green paste and he looked at her. “Does this look right?” He almost hated asking her for step by step instructions, almost.
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She raised a brow at him hearing his words and then rolled her eyes at the thought. Could she actually be worrying about him? No that was impossible. She would never worry about a stranger like that. “No I am just concerned that if you do die, your rotting corpse might attract some predators and I can’t really drag your body out of here.” She huffed looking away from him feeling like this was a strange little friendship they had here. “Hah..well I don’t really think all stallions are strong. Not everyone can be strong physically and emotionally.” She said to him even though she never met a stallion that was weak. They were always strong and loved appearing like they were strong. She didn’t understand it and then when two males got together they were always fighting over dominance. At least it was something she witnessed on various occasions.
“Heh so your another one that eats berries and plants?” She asked him scoffing at his attitude before thinking about her parents. Her mother ate plants, her father ate both and her sister ate both. The only other thing she could stomach was fish. Plants just made her ill. “I think your lying to me though, but I could be wrong. My father and sister eat plants. They have fangs; they just use them on occasion. Not me. I only eat berries if I’m too injured to hunt.” She mentioned to him letting him know a little tad bit about her and that she was always getting hurt. It was a normal thing for her. “I guess meat is something I can’t really stop myself from craving. I prefer to eat a nice big meal daily.” She told the stallion and sometimes it got her in trouble and other times she had no problems. It just was a gamble like anything else. “If you ever want to find some good berries..heh I can show you a location. They grow there all the time and it’s a very good place to gather them. Lots and lots of berries.” She said to him flicking her tail and wondering why she was even helping him.
“Well it better ward off the chill because I’m relying on you to put it on my wounds.” She said to him feeling a little awkward about it since him placing them on her would be a little personal wouldn’t it? She would feel his muzzle against her coat and that was enough to freak her out. She hated feeling someone else up against her in an affectionate way. “Yeah it looks about right. Now just dab it on the cuts and scrapes. After that I should be fine…” She said to him gritting her teeth together as if waiting for the uncomfortable moment to begin. “If you do something out of line I’m going to leave you a nice gash..” She growled at him making sure he got the hint loud and clear.
“By the way…you should learn about herbs in case you need them in the future.” She nodded to him.
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The thought of him dying right here on the spot made him chuckle and his ears flicked to the sides in amusement. “If I die here and now of the shivers it seems to me that I had no right living in the first place. I plan on being killed by some enemy, not by allowing the damp to leech the life from my bones. Though I am glad to hear you would tend to my corpse after my expiration.” He intentionally twisted her words, desiring a small dose of that fire he had found irritating at first. Only a few hours ago he would have done anything to get away from her, but his duty did not permit him to act in such a cowardly manner. Now though, he was tentatively enjoying the company she was giving him. His brother and sister were very close but he was always the outsider looking in so being able to speak with another so freely was welcomed. Though he would never admit it aloud and would always act the part of the aloof brother. “I agree, not all stallions are strong. And I would venture to say that emotional strength is harder to procure than physical strength.” Clearing his throat he flipped his bangs out of his eyes. “But you haven’t even given me leave to prove myself to you yet.” At that he realized he wanted to impress her, to somehow earn her respect. But he had no idea where any of it was coming from.
He looked at her a bit more pointedly than he had intended when she questioned the validity of what he had told her. She was right of course, and the pang of discomfort in his gut reminded him of his falsehood. “Yes, I eat berries and plants.” He spoke slowly as if treading carefully along a slippery road. The words were on his tongue as she allowed him to see a little bit of herself but he stumbled at the last possible moment. “So, you pick fights with bears often then.” He didn’t want to lie to her, it felt wrong. Wrong in a different sense than with his family. Her earlier concern about him abandoning her resurfaced, the lack of trust he had felt with every word. “I don’t see why you would try and stop yourself; it is a part of who you are. From what my mother says, I have half siblings who dine on meat. I don’t think any less of them for that.” He knew in some sense that he was being a hypocrite. He was instructing herself to be who she was, but he was ignoring his own advice. “Besides, if plants make you sick there really is no helping it.” A little voice in the back of his mind prodded him to tell her about the joy he received when using his fangs to rip through flesh, how he was unable to help it himself. It would not go away. “I…” He cut himself off, “I do use my fangs..” He skirted around the truth, hoping this much would at least satisfy her for now.
“Wait,” he said quickly, “you will show me the location of berry patches? Doesn’t that imply you wish to see me again?” He was glad for the opportunity to veer away from the subject, if only for a short amount of time. Rolling his shoulders and extending his damp wings he sighed. “I won’t freeze before treating you, I swear it.” As he lowered his head to gather the paste his head came to a stop as the thought of what he had to do struck him. Her warning only served to further the stiffness that was settling in each of his limbs. Gathering himself and recalling the idea of duty he used his dexterous lip to gather up some of the salve and approached her. “Noted.” He responded shortly, careful not to lose what he had gathered. Lowering his nose to the wound he began pressing the herbs into a cut, figuring further hesitation would have him backing away. She was warm, and even with the wounds he could tell her pelt was soft but ignoring the male part of his brain he did what he had to do.
Once he had finished with one he went back to scoop up more and shook his head. “I don’t get injured as often as you.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 11:27 am
His words seemed pretty noble and wise since many wouldn’t want to die at all. He at least would die to some monster or some enemy. It was something that she would want someday. She wanted to go that way as well. Fighting against something that actually mattered and losing her life that way would definitely be something she would prefer. She wouldn’t want to die old and decrepit somewhere. “Your words are noble and for once I can agree with you.” She said to him flicking her tail and letting out a soft growl. “I like to think I have both of those strengths. It was a hard thing to actually acquire though…took me a long time.” She still didn’t even know if she was emotionally sound, but she liked to think she was. “Prove yourself to me?” She didn’t understand why he would even want to do that. “You don’t need to prove yourself to me. I don’t understand why you would have to prove anything to me. Feeling a little insecure about yourself?” She asked him flicking her tail behind herself. Proving something wasn’t really called for. She didn’t prove anything to him and wouldn’t. Why should she?
Another fanged Soq not using their teeth for the reasons they were there. He had to eat some kind of meat even if it was just a little bit. He couldn’t completely eat berries and plants, but then again he probably did. “I suppose you only eat those things. It seems a little strange to me.” She shrugged her shoulders looking away from him trying to show little interest on the matter. “Not bears. I usually end up fighting with other wolves and getting in a lot of trouble with cougars. I like danger and sometimes it tends to follow me.” She nodded at the stallion, her pale blue eyes looking over at him seeing that he was acting strange. Maybe he was lying to her, but she wasn’t going to call him out on it. Her ears then perked up at the mention of his family as well as his statement about using his fangs. She knew it. “So you do use them for something then? What exactly do you do with them? Make sure they look pretty and keep them glistening?” She said to him wondering what it was that he used them for. She used her to eat meat and help when she skinned animals. Other then that they were there to be used.
“Hah keep dreaming. How about I simply tell you the location and you find it? I don’t want to spend any more time around you just as much as you. So I think us getting rid of each other as fast as possible is the best solution. “ She shrugged her shoulders and didn’t even really care if he left or not. “You better not. I need you as healthy as you possibly can be.” She said to him watching his every move to make sure she didn’t need to tend to him. When she felt him start to tend to her wounds she felt a bit of warmth sweep over her. She didn’t think it was possible that she could actually feel something like this from a stranger. She didn’t feel comfortable with his touches only because she didn’t really know him and for her to have something remotely affectionate was a stretch. She didn’t like it.
“Heh..thanks.” She mentioned to him feeling him tend to the rest of her wounds. “Really now? You seem like the knightly type that would save any mare that needed help. Or am I pegging you for someone else?” She asked flicking her tail behind herself as she watched him closely making sure he didn’t do anything out of line. It had been a very long time since she had someone caring for her like this. She didn’t even let that stallion Sandy tend to her wounds and here this stallion was actually touching her. It was a little too personal for her and was something she would never forget.
“The rain looks like it’s getting heavier out. We will have to stay here until it passes.” She mentioned to him as she watched the rain hearing the soft sound it was making. It was soothing her and was probably stopping her from attacking this guy.
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After packing the rest of her wounds as quickly and delicately as possible he rubbed his nose vigorously on the inside of his foreleg to wipe away the remaining paste. It didn’t have an awful odor, but it wasn’t one he would have wanted to live with any longer than necessary. When he was confident that he had gotten the majority of it off he pressed to the opposite wall and lowered himself to the ground, the metal plates he wore making a grinding sound as they met stone. After adjusting himself so that he was more comfortable he turned his attention to the tumultuous downpour outside. “I suppose you will put up with me a little longer then.” Lifting his tail he wrapped it around himself, curling into the smallest ball he could manage so the he was not encroaching on her space. “I believe I have witnessed a rare phenomenon. Never did I think you would agree with me or use the word noble in my presence.” He looked at her when she spoke of mastering her emotions and strength as well as her confusion over his desire to prove himself. “I envy you then,” he began quietly, “I have yet to master myself in such a way and it may take my entire lifetime to do it. But, I suppose that is the point of living right? To complete goals and to grow and change?” Pressing his body against the wall he rested his cheek against it and sighed. “Well, you do keep calling everything about me into question, so maybe I am doubting myself a little.” Doubt wasn’t actually the reason he wished to show her that he was more than she thought, but he really had no good answer for her at the moment.
He lifted his head and turned toward her when she spoke of the multiple creatures that would attack her and he shook his head gently. “A dangerous she wolf who loves danger huh? You are quite the conundrum Cho.” He had never intended on abbreviating her name in such an informal manner but it slipped out before he had time to think about it. Moving on, he stared at the floor when she asked him how he used his fangs. He really didn’t want to talk about it but she didn’t seem like the type to simply give up on something once she had sniffed it out. He could have gone along with her jest about keeping them neat but he didn’t want to give her any more of a reason to think of him as a liar. “I like how it feels,” he hesitated as he tried to formulate the correct words, “when flesh gives so easily beneath my fangs. I feel something. A rush of adrenaline, a sense of power? I don’t know, but it makes me crave it.” Directing his gaze toward the light waterfall cloaking the mouth of the cave he continued. “I slip away from my family in order to hunt something down so that I may satisfy my craving…” He never thought the words would take shape outside of his own thoughts, and now that they had, he felt relieved but also slightly disgusted. “I enjoy the kill too. Far more than a true knight should.”
It felt strange opening up to someone he had only just met as he had never had the desire to do so before. Meeting her pale eyes he grunted. “But who cares anyway?” Falling away from her gaze he looked to her wounds and was relieved to see they had stopped bleeding. He scoffed at the observation she had made about him. “I would like to be a knight, but helping others isn’t why I do what I do. I am more interested in the fight to be had than in the rescue.” He noticed her tail as she flicked it and couldn’t help but to think how feral she looked in that moment. It was as though he were curled up in a cave with a wild predator that could gobble him up at any moment. Strangely enough he did not feel any discomfort. It was as though he felt freer than ever, curled up beside a hungry she wolf.
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The thought of being around this stallion for a longer period of time really rustled her nerves, but there wasn’t anything she could really do about it. She wasn’t going to chase him out into the pouring rain where he could become very ill and potentially die. Though that didn’t really sound like a bad option either. “Oh hush..just because your not use to be complimented doesn’t mean you can poke fun here and there.” She said to the stallion growling a little bit in a threatening way even though there was no chance in hell she was going to attack him. She was just making sure he kept his distance from her sometimes and knew what she wasn’t playing around. “But yes it is a rare phenomenon so suck it up and remember this moment. Cause their won’t be too many more.” She said to him flicking her tail and hearing him mention how envious he was of her. She was emotionally and physically strong of course, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t break under the pressure. “I guess you can envy me all you want, but it takes a lot to get where I have gotten especially if I want to be an assassin one day. I can’t buckle under pressure.” She said to him admitting her little secret that only her sister knew. “Look…don’t doubt yourself. There is no point. You should be strong and be proud of yourself. Don’t take everything I say to heart. I’m just pushing your buttons because I don’t like to be around others.” She said to him watching him carefully wondering what was going on in that thick head of his.
“Heh I guess I am. Maybe it’s in my blood.” She didn’t know much about her ancestors and didn’t really care to know, but maybe that is where she got this feral nature. She couldn’t describe it, but she enjoyed it. She then heard him explain his craving and wished she could laugh right now. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but he made it seem like it was the biggest sin in the entire world. A small smirk crept up on her jaw and that was the only bit of emotion she had shown the entire time she was with this stallion. “Ah finally you admit it. I was waiting for you to simply tell me you crave meat or blood, but the feeling..well that is exciting. I crave meat, blood and the feeling. It does give you a sense of dominance over another before you completely rid the animal of its life. I suppose in a way we are the reapers of death.” She said to the stallion seeing he wasn’t very pleased. “Even if you are a true knight..you can’t help what you are. Your going to have to just accept the fact that you like to kills things. You like to eat meat and save strange mares on the side. Not everyone is perfect and everyone has some kind of flaw or demon.” She said to him finding this conversation to be bringing up mixed feelings. She never fully accepted herself either.
“Obviously you care if you are willing to share something so personal with a complete stranger.” She said to him looking back at the rain as it fell so violently outside yet it sounded so gentle. “What if the fight is more then you can handle? What if you die rescuing someone?” She asked him shifting her gaze back over to the stallion feeling as thought this questions were something that needed to be answered with the upmost truth. “I like protecting and helping those that need help. I don’t like that same kind of treatment for me. I don’t need anyone watching over me like I’m some kind of a weakling.” She growled out as she walked over to the entrance of the cave and sat there looking out seeing the lightening brighten up the sky. “We should get some rest soon…since once the storm ends we are going to go our separate ways.” She actually was getting use to having him around, but she had something important to do before the bear got in her way. She was going to rid the world of a foul beast and this was just delaying her from her goal.
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He reached down and plucked a blade of grass from one of the bracers on his foreleg compulsively before coughing in his throat in a sound indicative of enjoyment. “I get complimented frequently enough, so I am quite accustomed to them but,” He lifted a brow at her, “a compliment from you is not something I would have expected.” He still wasn’t familiar with getting growled at by a mare or anyone else he had aided for that matter, but he found it more reassuring than anything else. If she truly despised him she could have easily turned her back and remained silent or left the cave entirely. It was an odd sort of companionship he was feeling, tucked away within this damp hole in the rocks but not an unwelcomed one. “I will be sure to lock this moment away within my chest of treasured memories.” He responded sarcastically, a grin tugging one corner of his lips. Light shivers began to play over his body as he remained motionless but he wasn’t too worried about it. He was drying off and before long he would start to warm up. His condition was forgotten when she spoke of her wish and he nodded. “And a perfect assassin you will make I have no doubt. You certainly have the tenacity for it.” A knight and an assassin cramped into a cave with one another on a rainy day, such a strange story to be unfolding. “Was that another compliment she wolf? You are worrying me; I am beginning to believe you actually may not hate me as ardently as I initially thought.” He chuckled. He met her gaze as she observed him and adopted a self-assured expression.
He imperceptibly cringed when she brought up the notion of them being reapers of death. He would not apologize for what he was or what he did but it was a knight’s duty to defend life, not end it. He remembered his great grandfather telling him about knighthood and exactly what it meant to want to be one. Gareth knew he would never be a knight like Callan, he just wasn’t cut from that same cloth. But maybe the mare was right. Maybe he could be a knight whether he embraced all of the aspects of it or not. All that mattered was the will to do good right? It was his cross to bear and though he was not ready to unveil it to his family he would certainly be more thoughtful about it in the future. “Hm? Save mares? Are you counting yourself there?” Shifting his weight because of an uncomfortable pebble he shook his head. “I do not only save females you know. I am not looking to be some studly savior who causes mare to swoon when he passes by. In fact, I could do without them.” He had never been particularly fond of the ways some mares fawned over him after he rescued them. It was as though they couldn’t tell that he was more interested in their pursuer than them.
The rock floor was beginning to grow uncomfortable so he gathered his feet beneath of him and stood, elongating his neck in a lazy stretch before leaning his armored shoulder on the wall. “You shared with me.” He responded simply, knowing she would likely deny it. He looked to the side after she had asked her question, giving it some thought before turning a spirited gaze upon her. “I can’t think that way. All I can tell you is that I will NOT die in the middle of a fight; I swear it upon my eternal soul. I will tread fearlessly into the great beyond when the battle is done, but not before.” A passion of the highest magnitude added fire to his tone as he spoke. Even if he was mortally wounded he would continue the fight until his body could give no more. He knew it may come off as rather foolish at first blush, but in order to fight to the death one needed to believe it was within his power to do so. He calmed himself before proceeding on to the next part of their conversation. “You may not want or need it, but sometimes knowing someone has your back is reassuring. Having someone care for your safety, for your welfare, it isn’t always a matter of weakness. Sometimes it is a result of something quite powerful be it friendship or love. Having someone reveal your worth to you by wanting nothing more than to help you regardless of whether or not it is needed, I can’t see that as being weak.”
The boom of thunder brought him from his train of thought and he rolled his eyes. Yet again he had proven he was of his great grandfather’s blood by allowing the moment to take him. “Yes.” Walking a little ways further to the back of the cave he pawed at the ground here and there until he managed to locate a relatively smooth spot. Turning his back to her he plopped down on the ground once more, happier with this spot than the last. Even so, the chill from the rocks ran up his damp limbs and he knew before long he would have to rise again in order to ward off the cold.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:02 pm
Complimented all the time? That is something she didn’t know much about. She wasn’t really complimented before unless you counted family, but she didn’t. “Well don’t expect them too often.” She sneered at the stallion flicking her tail as she kept her eyes on the rain. She still felt calm and less angry or agitated by his presence beside her. When she was calm, she rarely despised anything and you could actually have a conversation with her without her lashing out about something. “Then lock it away and keep the memory because that is all your going to have.” She said to him thinking maybe she was getting a little soft about he situation, but she couldn’t help it. Rain always soothed her feral soul and the only time it didn’t was if she was out walking around in it. “I never received a compliment before. Not that I want one, but I don’t even know what it’s like to be called anything. I guess I’m just meant to scare everyone away from me. Then anyone that matters will stay or stay until I scare them away as well.” She said to the stallion not sure why she was confiding in him once again. She didn’t want to be known as a softy. “She wolf? Is this my new nickname?” She asked him looking over to him with her pale blue eyes.
“Why would I count myself? I don’t need saving. I think I remember telling you that.” She said to him sneering at the thought of actually being weak in front of someone else. She was saved once and that stallion was forever written in her mind. She didn’t know if she wanted to see him again or if she should avoid him at all costs. He saw her when she was at her worst and this was something she never wanted Gareth to see. She nearly died that day and she was afraid. She would never admit it, but she was scared that she would never have seen her sister, mother or father again. “Oh really? I am like that as well. I will save someone or protect him or her only because it’s what I like to do. I’m not doing it for the fame or the attention. I’m doing it because I crave it.” She didn’t know why she did, but she supposed it came from her father. He would protect her mother to the death if he had to. “I nearly died.” She said softly wondering what the stallion would say to her. “I don’t know if you almost lost your life, but..it’s not the greatest feeling in the world.” She said to him remembering that moment as if it was yesterday.
She could agree with him on that. Dying valiantly in battle was something that definitely was probably the best way to go and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I agree with you there. Dying that way is probably the most courageous way to die.” She said to him flicking her tail imagining what it would be like. She then heard his words about friendship and love which only made her growl. She looked over to him and snapped her jaws at him glaring in his direction with anger. “Who would want to be friends with a wolf? Plus I don’t need anyone. Why would I? And love? Are you kidding me? It’s something I don’t feel at all. I don’t think I ever will either.” She snorted looking away from him trying to relax herself once again. “I don’t want any friends. Even if they have my back why would I have theirs?” She said looking away to the rain wondering when it would let up. She needed to get away from this stallion before she ended up attacking him.
“I’m going to rest too and once the rain stops..we leave and never see each other again.” She told him feeling as though she was the one that always was running away from other and it was something that couldn’t be stopped. She was always being very short with everyone and she wasn’t going to change it or at least not now. She lowered herself to the ground and kept her eyes straight forward at the rain as he eyes slowly began to close. Her ears perked up as she listened to the sound of the rain falling and even if she was resting she would be very alert in case something attacked them.
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He felt a measure of sorrow settle over him as she spoke of never being complimented and of scaring others away. She certainly wasn’t the warmest or most welcoming personality but there was still something about her, something nestled deep within her being that he wished to uncover. She was quick to snarl and resort to harsh words, but there were moments of delicacy that he could not ignore. She was a puzzling question, one that grew more and more interesting to him by the moment. “No, you are a fierce, crabby, stubborn and strong mare, but you don’t scare me. I sincerely doubt your soul purpose in life is to scare everyone who crosses your path away. Besides,” he chuckled lightly, “perhaps you have only ever interacted with cowards. Perhaps you should try allowing someone to prove you wrong before you decide what your fate is or isn’t.” He could just barely make out a sliver of insecurity in the way she spoke about her relationships with others, but it was there. Breathing out a gentle yawn he nodded. “She Wolf. I think it suits you pretty well personally.”
He rolled his mist hued eyes at her retort about not needing saving and grinned. Her little denials and snarls were beginning to become something he looked forward to, something he wished to provoke. It was likely because his mother never grew angry; she only ever looked sad and removed even though she had a caring stallion by her side and three, strange, but not terrible children. It was only now that he realized how her lack of reactions made him crave them all the more, something he found in Chosovi. She was not blank or distant, she wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind or doling out punishment as she saw fit. She was more alive. “Don’t tell me the two of us actually have something in common?” He asked jokingly. He liked this side of her almost as much as the fiery side he had been exposed to. He regarded her seriously as she talked about what it felt like to almost lose one’s life. “I haven’t experienced that as of yet, so I can’t even imagine what it must have been like. Though, if I may, I am relieved to hear it was upsetting to you. For a while there I was worried that you were reckless because you did not value your own life.” It wasn’t every day that someone went out and challenged wolves, bears or cougars. He knew it could be a test of strength, but he also knew it could be a hapless way of gambling one’s life.
The atmosphere quickly changed when she became suddenly more violent in demeanor but he did not flinch or blink as she snapped and spoke. It became apparent to him that he had struck a nerve and rather than feeling angered by her reaction or downright disgusted he just, felt. There were no words to describe it for, in truth, he had no idea what had happened to her to make her this way. “Would the wolf ever allow someone to try?” He asked his tone gentle and hesitant. He did not wish to make her angry, but it was a question he had wanted to ask her. He hoped the part about her being unable to feel love was not true for he believed she cared a great deal for her family just from hearing her mention them here and there. Even so, he did not push the matter as he was still unsteady about his initial inquiry. “Because you are an honorable she wolf, whether you care to admit it or not and buried beneath that cold exterior is the heart that showed an interest in my wellbeing when I returned soaking wet, and the heart that has yet to chase this useless knight into the worsening storm. Make whatever arguments against the fact that you wish, but know that I have a higher opinion of you than you do yourself.” He honestly didn’t know where the words came from nor the confident tone he had taken upon addressing the topic, but he felt what he was saying to be true. She could have dealt him some lethal blows if she had wanted to, chased him out into the storm with her claws and fangs bared but she hadn’t. That was something he could not overlook. Resting his chin upon the ground he closed his eyes and began to reflect on the day’s events, a minuscule pit growing in his gut when she mentioned parting ways. Life would return to a mundane string of events chalked full of hunting trips, distant siblings, lies and a mother who loved someone other than his father. He realized he was being selfish, but just this time with Chosovi lifted his spirits because it allowed for something else to occupy his thoughts. “If that is what you wish She Wolf.”
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