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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:09 pm
Well, at least that made him feel better, that not everything was always his fault. Though, spooking easily? "That sounds like it would be a hard way to live.. though maybe I don't spook, I just get more nervous, so I'm not that different." He laughed, and looked at her kinda embarrassed.
At her next comment, he lifted a brow. "Why would I do that? Didn't I come back like I said I would?" He shook his head angry, only because he could imagine the ways that other Soquili could have acted towards her. "If that's how others usually are, its because they are stupid I say. That's why it is easier to just ignore them, especially when they are jerks." He smirked kinda, and looked at her closely. "I'll kick their a** if I hear that kind of talk around you." Although he knew it was a strange comment, he seriously would. He enjoyed getting into fights anyways, but seriously, Pumpkin Tart didn't deserve that kind of treatment. She just went about living her own way. That had never happened before!
Ahh, now they were drifting into more conversation that he very much understood. "Yep, its what I do." He wagged his tail playfully. "What, you need some hiding advice? I like training others, if that's what you want. That's all I do all day." He laughed and smiled, the first geniune one in awhile. "Its easy to blend into stuff, trust me its a skill that takes some work and time. I'll help, I don't mind." Impressive, she was interested in a forte of his? Maybe she was smarter then he thought!
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:11 pm
It wasn't his fault at all. Pumpkin Tart was just used to people not wanting to be around her. "They don't mean any harm, I think," she said quietly, feeling shy again. "They just haven't really wanted to listen to me, or be around me." She wasn't exactly sticking up for them. It was just that she didn't think that that kind of behavior towards her was really worth 'kicking their asses'. She wasn't all that important, and her happiness certainly wasn't worth that kind of effort to preserve. It was nice that he thought so, though. She began to perk up just a little bit when she thought that he really wasn't going to go anywhere. "If you don't mind helping, I would really appreciate it." It was kind of a compromise. He could help her to learn how to hide better, and then he wouldn't have to get into fights on her behalf because she wouldn't be around others who would say those things. "Really? All day? Is it... fun?" It sounded kind of fun, actually.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:52 pm
"Yeah but why would you even put up with that? We are all here, and given voices to speak ya know." He hmphed and looked at her. She really needed to be tougher, maybe he would help her out with that too. "Obviously there are gonna be jerks, but are you sure that's how everyone actually acts?" He knew from personal run-ins that there were pleasant Soquili out there, they just took effort in finding.
But anyway, she was still asking stuff about training, which he loved. "Well yeah, I said I'd do it." He looked at her and chuckled, females were sooo complicated. "What so blending in? That kinda stuff confuses you?" He sighed and thought for a second. "Well, you have to be swift, and a quick thinker. If you aren't any of those, then you won't take your surroundings in close enough." It was true, one needed to have quick enough judgements to be able to know when to turn left and right. "Its all about perception, and it takes awhile but it also takes some self guidance, which can be achieved by just training your own senses." As he rambled, he watched her face, wondering if ANYTHING he was saying was making sense. Its not like he was a sensei or anything, but he did know his stuff, or at least he thought so.
"Well of course is it fun, though what kind of stuff are you lookin' to learn from me?" He tilted his head, ready for whatever challenge she desired.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:42 pm
Why did she put up with that? Pumpkin Tart sighed quietly, and scuffed at the ground with her hoof. "I guess I just need to work on that. Maybe I can get better at... something with that, so they aren't like that, or so that I won't run into ones who are." Or better at not being trod on, perhaps? He seemed so strong, like he could handle a Kalona maybe. That was, well... it was an impressive thought. And maybe he could! "I don't think everyone acts that way, just almost everyone I've met." For example, Kitsune didn't really act that way. "I can be swift." It was true.
One of the things she was best at was running. That cheered her up a bit. "Can the quick thinking be learned, or is that something you must have to begin with?" She wasn't sure if she was a quick thinker, or not. Biting her lip, she considered his question, trying to decide what sort of things she really wanted to learn. "Do you know anything about self defense? It seems like that's something you might know. The hiding thing is important, but I don't know anything at all about defending myself." There. She'd been honest. Hopefully that wouldn't be a problem.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:00 pm
"Man, you've been unlucky then!" He sighed and felt sorry for a second, but then realized that feeling sorry for others wasn't really his forte. "Well, that just means that you need to toughen up, alright? Show those bastards you are different." He lifted up his hoof triumphantly, as if it was a test of her inner self, or something. Everything to him was about being better, stronger, and overcoming obstacles.
Heh, defense, that was a good thing to ask. "Yeah, I know a lot about defense, but I also have a sword.." He kicked his sword into the air and caught it with his mouth. Man, it felt good to be a show-off for once. "But we can handle that later." He almost spit the words out with the sword in his mouth.
"Well, we have a start then, if you can be swift." He lifted his brow curiously. "Now then, let's test this swiftness, shall we my dear?" My oh my, how his confidence was raising, and tha was only because they were talking about his favorite subject. After basking in his own thoughts, he looked around the area, and waved to Pumpkin Tart to follow him. After escaping the inner woods, they found themselves in a comfortable opening to a grassy area. It was long and perfect for a testing sprint."Now. Run. We will talk about other stuff later."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:12 pm
There were many things that Pumpkin Tart wanted to say, many comments that she could have made. But he had told her to run, and she responded almost instantly to orders. She ran. She ran as fast as she could, bearing in mind that she had to make it to the other side. She had spent so much time running from Skinwalkers (perhaps only one Skinwalker?) and Kalona that it was ingrained to run, and it was relatively easy. Much easier than standing up to someone, or hiding. Much, much easier than defending herself. The mare moved swiftly, almost as though the wind was carrying her along. She knew that there were others who were faster. A good deal faster. Generally, they had some sort of physical advantage, or they had specifically trained to do what they did. While she had not exactly trained, she had experience running. The only problem was that when she ran, she sometimes forgot that she wasn't running from someone.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:27 pm
Delightful, she didn't argue or anything! Kitsune watched her legs dance, and she indeed moved fast. He smiled, and then let himself run. He was only running so that he could catch up with her when she would stop. She had a good, solid pace, never getting slower, and only getting faster. Very nice, veeeerrry nice. This was a good step.
"Eeeh, that's good!" He said, and waited for her to return. "Very good, I am impressed Pumpkin Tart!" He thought for a moment, wondering what a good congratulations remark would be. Since she was a female, he refrained from any 'playful' gestures. How awkward, what a weird thought anyhow. "Now, you can talk." He laughed playfully towards her.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:55 pm
RP Continued on Aim
Pumpkin returned, and slowed to a stop before Kitsune. She was kind of glad that she had remembered at the last second that she was just running for practice. She'd gotten to the end of the open space, and had almost kept going. But something had reminded her that she was just going through the motions. "You really... you think it was good?" She smiled, feeling a teeny bit of the nervousness slip away. Only a little, because she still felt very outclassed, in terms of knowledge and whatnot. "I almost forgot to come back," she admitted, feeling a bit sheepish. "When I'm running, I usually have someone or something chasing me, so I kind of felt that I did then, too." Something that she needed to get over, and badly. She would not always be running because someone was after her hide.
"Well yeah." Again, he obviously said he was impressed. Maybe she was just a Soquili that needed reassurance. Bleh, those kinds of emotions never made sense to him. His ears perked at her next comments."Well, we should change that ya know, you shouldn't be chased anymore. You need more.." He thought hard, looking for the right word. "Backbone. Life is waaay fun when you can stand up to others. You should be chasing, too." He let out a sly grin, and kept his vivid expression. "I just think you could handle yourself more then you think." Maybe this would be a life-change for the better? Everything else about her he enjoyed, though it would make him proud to see her stand up to others better.
It was surprisingly easy to be cheerful around him. Maybe it was because he seemed so positive about things, and yet he seemed to understand her to some extent. Returning the grin, Pumpkin Tart thought over his words. "Hmm, well, maybe I can. I've never been good at handling the fear before, but maybe if I tried it some more I might be able to." Maybe. She hoped so. It was make her life so much easier. How did he handle these things, she wondered. "Is it really such a good idea to chase a Kalona, though?" Or even worse, a Skinwalker? It didn't seem like the best plan.
"I don't see why not, most of em' are stupid!" He laughed arrogantly, and smacked his hoof on the ground. "Though, some of them are really strong, I hope to try to go against a strong one. That way, its not just some idiot who uses his genes as an excuse." He grunted again, and waved his mane out of his face. "Man, you must've have some bad encounters, you obsess over this stuff quite a lot. I can understand wanting to stay safe, but you should really lighten up ya know?" He turned his head and shook it lightly. "Do you ever enjoy, other, simplier.. happy things?" It just wasn't normal for a female to go through this!
It was hard to pretend that she wasn't slightly embarrassed that she wasn't like the other females. Pumpkin Tart almost hung her head, and muttered some excuses, but then she remembered that he'd told her to try to stand up to people. "Maybe I do enjoy simpler happy things, but that doesn't mean they happen a lot. It's good to... to think about how to avoid conflicts, and how to face them if you have to." After all, wasn't that sort of what he'd just told her? "All of the Kalona I've met have been really fearsome, and none of them have been stupid." She must be really unfortunate. Oh how she wished that she ran into the kind of Soquili that he did!
"That's true." He nodded slightly, and spat at the ground. "But, you can allow for some simple pleasures for yourself. Not everything is about violence and running away." He lifted his head and smiled at her. "There are better things out there, sometimes you just gotta look past the hard stuff that brings ya down." He really wasn't good at explaining some of the happy stuff, but just the other day he hung out with one of those little ponies, and he actually had fun! "Like I said, man you have been unlucky Pumpkin Tart.." He looked at her, concerned again. "We need to get you some luck, you already got speed." He smiled again, hoping to cheer her up. They didn't need to dwell on the negatives constantly. "But anyhow, there has to be other stuff that you enjoy out there. You are a good runner.. so that must mean you are a good athlete." He paused again, thinking of a connection. "So, do you like climbing, and swiming, and stuff?" It wasn't his best conversation work, but he was trying!
"I do like to swim. I haven't tried the climbing thing so much." Swimming was fun, though. Not only was it fun, but it was freeing. It made her feel less like she was constantly running from place to place, and hiding from everything. Climbing sounded like hard work, although that was often rewarding in its own way. "Do you like climbing, and swimming, and stuff?" It seemed a reasonable enough question. After all, he'd asked it himself. She could guess that he did. She'd probably be right about it, too.
He chuckled a bit, and looked at her calmly. "Yeah, its all fun to me, but I usually do that for strength training. Its good practice to swim in harsh currents or climb at nasty altitudes." He really hated heights, though. He could never annouce a foolish thing like that to her. "I don't know, don't you like, gossip? All the other females do, A LOT actually." He laughed and looked at her. Maybe it was better to stay away from such idiotic ways of life afterall. "I dunno, hearing the way you do things is just confusing, that's all. Only because, what you do is better in my opinion. Though, sometimes when you describe things, it doesn't even seem like your happy Pumpkin Tart. If you want to get tougher, stronger, and better at training, you have to make yourself happy first." He couldn't even recall what made him happy.. usually jsut dozing in a hot sun was a brilliant scenario. "Maybe I am being nosey but, as your new teacher.." He laughed and trailed off.
Strength training, hmm? That sounded... interesting. Perhaps like it had potential. "Um, I don't really gossip. I don't think I ever have, actually." Why was that? And why was it so appealing to all of those other mares to talk about those around them? "I'm not very happy most of the time, Kitsune." Sometimes she was happy. She had to be. The fact that she couldn't really remember when the last time she'd been as happy as she was now didn't mean anything. Did it? No one had ever treated her quite this way. It was nice to be thought of as something beyond an annoyance. "How do you make yourself happy, then?" Because really, she needed to figure it out.
Well, this was getting complicated. Kitsune plopped his body down on the ground and starting playing with his sword as he listened. "Meh yeah, gossip gets old especially when mares run out of things to talk about." He remembered the last mare he unwantingly spoke to, and what an annoyance that was. "Happy.." He lifted his nose up and tried to think. He really didn't rely on emotions as much as others did, so this all was complicating for him as well. "I guess, one way to look at it is seeing things positively. Like, its when not everything around you is bad. Take for instance, us talking, this is good to me, so it makes me happy, ya know?" He brought his eyes to hers, and for a split second his face looked warm again. Though, he quickly turned away with a grunt. "Man, I'm no good at this stuff, I wish I was though." He kicked at his sword with his front leg, and continued, "Feelings are strange, and other Soquili around you have the ability to make you feel down. But sometimes we forget that we also have the ability to make ourselves feel good." Ok, there was a start, or at least he hoped.
"Maybe I just don't know when I'm happy," Pumpkin Tart suggested, finding it hard to believe that she was unhappy all of the time. That didn't leave much room for variety, did it? Oh dear. There she went again, feeling shy. "I, well... it makes me happy, too. It's nice to talk to someone who is... friendly." Yes, that was the word. Friendly. It made him happy? Really? Well, that was... that was good. She perked up slightly, seeming a bit more cheerful at the thought that she was able to make someone happy by talking with them. "We do? What, by doing things? Going place?" Thinking about happy thoughts? Oh, she felt like such a silly filly. Why couldn't she just figure this stuff out on her own?
Kitsune stood up again, and shook his body off from the nasty ground. There seemed to be leaves all over him, and he grunted at the feeling of the earth on him. With one last shake, he turned his attention to Pumpkin Tart. "My oh my, what are we gonna do with you." He shook his head playfully, and looked around the area. "Unfortunately, I can't teach you about being happy. That's something you are gonna figure out for youself." He sighed, feeling kinda useless at the thought. "Though, I can try and take you somewhere that will make you happy. It makes me happy. You won't have to worry, though, since we will run there together, I don't think anything will attack us." He tried to look for a specific breeze that was in the air. "I don't think its too far but, are you up for something like that?" He turned his head childishly, as if asking a huge question.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 10:28 pm
lilwerewolfgirl LMFAO you found them before i posted xDDDDD    http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Lil/Untagged/hea_ari_1-1.png http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Lil/Untagged/hea_ari_2-1.png http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Lil/Untagged/hea_ari_3-1.png I promise the adults are better <.<; Also i forgot.... the leetle antena thingies on anime'z >w<; *will fix tomorrow*
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:25 am
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:47 pm
In Thread RP with Meeki! Meeki  No, it couldn't be true. Ariston wouldn't. Never. Could he? Would he? #$!@#! that #@!@. It was a rumor, had to be. Some rumor created by some.. female. Ariston would never do that. But what if.. #@!@!. #@@!. $!#@!@!@!#!#@!@!@!!#!A#!@!#@!#. Wrath had to find out. He had to see these supposed foals with his own eyes. Surely the sanity of his only friend did not get lost to a mare. Surely no one would have been good enough for his friend. Females sucked afterall. Reproducing wasn't much better. He'd never experience either one, that's for damn sure. Females were only good for one thing and that was.. nothing. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The stallion snickered to himself and continued his search. If these foals did end up a rumor, he would certainly hunt down and destroy whoever created such vile hearsay. Tweekend Ariston, while watching Loveless rip at a flower, was deep in thought when he realized he hadn't talked to one person in forever.. Wrath.
He knew Wrath would get PISSED at him, for.. everything. Oh god, the thought alone made Ariston cringe. He would get so mad, who knew what he would do! Ariston's little dramatic faces wouldn't save him in this scenario!
But Loveless was.. so different, so angry, it was a rage he never held, a rage that could have only come from Heartless. Would Wrath approve? Its not like he reproduced Unicorns or something happy like that.
He looked to see his daughter running towards him, and he laughed as she babbled on. What a personality.. where the hell did it come from? That seemed to be everyone's main concern. Meeki Wrath spotted Ariston easily. Missing that kalona was like missing a bite on the a** with razorsharp fangs. It just didn't happen. Wrath took a step towards his friend, one that was more like a brother to him and abruptly froze. What the @#!!@ was that little thing near him. Surely it was just.. a black deer. One with.. hair like Aristons. Please be a hideous deer. Please be a hideous deer. Please be a deer plagued with some flesh eating black skinned disease. Please be dying now. Disappear. Gone. Shoo. Go away. He forced himself to take a few steps further, eyes closed, repeating his prayers in his head. Cautiously he peeked open one eye and slammed his hooves down on the ground in anger. The little THING was still there! "ARISTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON", he yelled at the top of his lungs, "WHAT THE #@#!@! @#@#! IS THAT?" Tweekend Ariston almost cried when he saw Wrath. There was NOTHING he could say, nothing. Actually, it was funny. Loveless, once again, interupted the situation, and before Ariston could breathe, she spoke. She seemed to do that as a habit, but this time, it helped Ariston breathe."WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" She puffed up, and ran in front of her father. "MAN, you are SCARY." Loveless looked like a twerp to him, and she felt her body start shaking from his hideous scream. "Da..daa.." She looked at her father. "You know, the SCARIEST PEOPLE." She turned back to the humongous Kalona. She wasn't afraid, oh of course not. Just overwhelmed, it seemed.Ariston stood up, cracked his neck, and straightened out his shoulders. "Hello Wrathy." He said, barely making eye contact. Seriously, what was there to say? "This is.. Loveless, my daughter." The words fell out of his mouth, and he suddenly felt putrid in front of his friend. This wasn't Ariston, either?!
"WAIT A MINUTE!" Ariston shook his body, and shocked even Loveless. "Yes Wrath, this is MY Daughter, and she is beautiful, like me. You BETTER like her." Insecurity and fear of rejection had no place in the mind of dear Ariston, and there was NO way he was going to let his own friend trample him like that. Wow, this children-being-born thing was really messing up his game!
"Yes, I have children." He said, smirking. "And they are beautiful." Meeki Wrath stomped the ground with his hooves again, the heavy chains that were wrapped around him begun to swing violently. "I most certainly will NOT like her. I do not like HER. I hate HER as a matter of fact as I hate ALL HERS and your littler HER is no @#!@! exception." The large stallion had to take a deep breath after getting that out. He probably appeared comical at this point but he didn't care. He was mad. "The way I hear it, you have TWO OTHER THINGS as well. You've crossed into the dark side, my friend. The side of rainbows, butterflies, kittens, feminine wiles and little THINGS like that." As the chains once again settled upon the ground peacefully, Wrath lowered his head and tried to get a better look at the little black female thing that was near his friend. It didn't much look like Ariston, at least. Thank the demons for such small favors. "This is #@!@! ridiculous," was all he had left to say. Tweekend Ariston held his smirk, and chuckled at Wrath. "Well, I must say, Loveless is about the farthest thing from rainbows, kittens, and feminie crap. Before you hate us," He curved his lip slyly, "Why not talk to my monster of a daughter first?" He pushed his daughter away from him, so that she was standing in front of Wrath. There really was no way to truly tell Wrath, unless Loveless just, was herself.Loveless was SO MAD. What was this guys problem? He kept saying that his father was his friend, but why was he yelling at him? "Look, mister." She spat at the ground and curved her tail. "I don't even CARE if you hate me. Hate me all you want, I hate you too!" She pouted at him, "My dad is the best, and you have no right stomping over here and screaming at him like you are the boss." Man, what did her dad do to deserve this? "Why don't you let my dad talk before you scream any more." Strange, she held herself back a bit, since this was a Kalona in front of her. A much stronger one, at that. No reason to be an idiot in front of him."That's alright, Loveless." He sighed, and looked at his compulsively agry daughter. "Well I really have no reason to apologize to you. Though, I would like it if I could explain things." He walked a bit closer so that he was standing over Loveless again.
"Her mother, doesn't have emotions. She's not.. normal. She's a Kalona with twisted problems, and she is a friend of mine. Obviously, some things..happened." He chuckled, knowing little ears were around. "But I assure you, nothing in this entire scenario has to do with being NORMAL. I wish that I can sit here and say that this is all normal." But at the same time, he didn't. This was all perfect, everything in his life always was.
"Do you really think I like love? Do you really think I would even consider a love greater then my own for Myself?" He nipped at Loveless's mane, and looked back up at Wrath. "This is my beauty, my Pride, right here. Her and her two brothers. They will continue on in the greatness that I carry."
He chuckled one last time, before speaking again. "Do you really think I would fall for that, 'mate' and 'lovey dovey' stuff? Seriously Wrath, have you lost faith in me that much?" He curled his lips into a grin. Meeki Wrath ignored the foal completely and looked at his friend, "I don't know what to believe anymore." The anger had left him and he felt empty. It wasn't long ago that Ariston was in the water, looking lost, doubtful, hurt by a female and now.. now he'd breed with one? Have a family with one? Wasn't Wrath his family? Goodbye Wrath, Hello little plagued deer babies. Wrath cast his eyes upon the foal and they began to burn with a deep hatred. Accidents happened. Accidents happened all the time. A herd of buffalo have been known to kill a foal here or there.. and it was easy to make them run. The large stallion nearly jumped back at the thought. What was he thinking? How could such a thought exist. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't allow himself to do that. He had to get away. He took a few cautious steps back, the anger in his eyes fading to fear, fear of his own thoughts. Without another word, the large stallion turned and ran. His chest burned with how hard he pushed himself to flee. He had to leave his friend and that.. foal behind. He had to keep the monster within him at bay. He was capable of truly evil things when angry. Things that could never be forgiven. Not by anyone, least of all himself. Tweekend Wow, some friend he was. Though, Ariston would never actually know what was going on inside Wrath's head in that moment. Wrath leaving may have been the best decision of his life, and who knew what would happen as time passed.
Ariston took one last look at the emptry holes that Wrath's humongous body had left, and sighed. "Well, this really sucks." He looked down at Loveless, who seemed to be.. CRYING? He didn't even know that existed in her!"I did this to daddy.." She looked at her father, and said nothing else, and walked away from him. Oh what a turn of events for Ariston.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:19 pm
AIM RP -Loveless and Anevay- with Jade
May 26th 07
Copied here:
Dusk was fast approaching, and Loveless dragged herself away from her pitiful mother. All she ever wanted to do was lurk, and it was SO STUPID. Heartless never had any thoughts on anything, and she just hid behind trees, ignoring everything around her. Loveless was grumpy because her father took the boys out earlier, and was teaching them different ways of living in hopes that they didn't act like Heartless. Loveless found herself only glaring at her mother, and to which her reply back was a cold, blank stare.
"How pathetic," Loveless muttered to herself, knowing that she could never allow that way of life. She had other things she needed to learn, so she sought out into the forest, unafraid of what could be lurking around her.
The fact that she had to spend time with her mother put her in more of a restless mood, especially since she hated everything about her. Everyone would always comment how similar she looked to her mother, but she vowed that she would make herself completely different.
As darkness fell on the woods, Anevay left Hex behind to mind their territory, the urge to hunt strong in her thoughts. The stallion she had raised had grown strong and fast, but his behaior did not suit her completely. He was unpredictable in the right circumstances, but he seemed to remain silent and observant most of the time instead of being proactive and truely cunning. It was almost as though he were brainwashed in her presence. This was both pleasing to her, but also a frustration. The prospect of a good kill would definitely put her mind off of this for now.
Anevay was not against traveling great distances in the night in search of suitable prey, as her usual meals consisted of soquili or deer. She moved steadily through without fear, muzzle raised to suck in great gasps of cool night air. For some time, she smelt only the old, musty smell of long-past soquili. Of course, she wasn't tirely surprised; her smell had to be pretty thick in this area with how often she passed through, but it was frustrating non-the-less.
She kept moving, lips curling over her sharpened fangs as she caught an unfamiliar smell on the wind that only seemed to strengthen as she moved. The scent was clearly of a young one and it didn't seem to be accompanied by anything else. A lost foal perhaps? Or simply unattended. She chuckled and changed direction as she slipped into a stealth mode; she was certainly not opposed to killing a foal.
Loveless was unaware of the fast moving Kalona, and her senses were not nearly as good as Anevays. She continued walking deep in thought, kicking at rocks and stones that blocked her way. She didn't know what she was truly searching around for, so she kept her eyes open for any small prey that she could hope to catch. She had only watched Izusa briefly before watching her dive into an amazing attack. She hoped to be like that someday, but for now she had to take what she could get.
The forest was suprising empty, and it made Loveless wonder if something else was around her that was making the other animals flee. It was the same feeling she had when she met Red Pyramid, but rather then being more cautious, she became more excited. That must have meant that someone strong was around her!
Anevay moved quietly through the brush, her wings folded tight to her side to prevent the delicate membranes from catching on the scratchy branches and her head pushed forward to carefully move the brush aside with her muzzle. The smell strengthened with each step and soon she could hear something moving as well. As she analyzed the smell, she found her curiousity perked. It was familiar, but only faintly so. There was something about it that jogged her memory, but she couldn't place it. Strange...she knew few foals and the ones she had known were strong adults now. Perhaps it was an ill-fated spawn of a lesser she ran into at some point. She had even less sympathy for orphaned lessers.
The mare continued forward, keeping the rustling brush as quiet as she could manage, and peered into the darkness in search of her target. Foals may be weak, but they were quick and agile when they had to be. This could be a welcoming challenging for one accustomed to having to seduce a majority of her prey.
It took some time before she could detect the dark-coated foal against the deepening shadows and still trees and brush seperated them from one another. The foal's distinct features were not completely distinguishable.
Ok, now Loveless was beginning to smell another presence too, but her abilities were not acustomed to knowing breed, gender, etc. She just knew she was not alone. She stopped walking, and looked around at everything around her. Her bright yellow eyes looked like flashlights, and they were a horrible trait that her mother gave her. Though, in her mother's case, they did her wrong because they made her hiding abilities harder. Loveless wasn't hiding from anything so, she didn't focus on them as a negative. She almost looked like a glowfish, which her father laughed about at night.
But anyways, her thoughts drifted back on the moment. She was still so young, but she tried not to act like she was stupid. The smartest thing in this scenario was to probably run for dear life, but Loveless would NEVER run.
Run was almost like a trigger for her, especially since that's all her mother did. Even if it meant near-death or even death, she would never run. There were better fates, better honors. She grew up watching her mother run from everything, even her father, and she couldn't stand it. Her mother was so worthless, just thinking about it made her more angry.
"Is anyone there?" She sighed, realizing there was nothing she could do, especially until the lurker came out from wherever they were. She just awaited whatever it was, hoping to keep a stance in her own way.
As the foal turned, the bright yellow eyes caught the kalona mare off-guard. She made a face of displeasure at such a flashy, almost tacky feature. How she would detest having such a handicap! She also noticed the folded leather wings and a distinct kalona build to the stranger, which she found disappointing. She wasn't exactly inclined to feast on kalona flesh unless it was from one proven to be inferior, either physically, mentally, or behaviorally; foals were difficult as they hadn't 'found themselves', or so she believed. Foals were moldable in the right circumstances. They could be fixed.
At the foal's directionless query, she chuckled openly in a deep-throated manner. Why wasn't the foal running? Were parents nearby?
"There are always eyes watching," she remarked drolly as she pushed forward, exposing her form to the young one's eyes. Her fangs curved wickedly between her lips as she smiled harshly. "And rarely do they belong to those who you want to be watching. Are you lost, foal? Or has someone purposefully dropped you in my territory to rid themselves of your burden?"
She stared hard at the foal, awaiting an answer.
Loveless' eyes widened, and she curved her tail around defensively. She wasn't in any way in attacking position, but she was more taken aback. This Kalona was much different then her mother, and it clearly approached her. Even some other randoms never approached her, and it was HER fault for running into them. She stared at the mare for a few more seconds before shaking her innocent expression off. Man, she looked strong.
Loveless wasn't afraid of her, she rarely was. She was more amazed, such interesting colors, and what fangs! "No, I am not lost," She curved her eyes down, before bringing them back up at the females. "I left purposely, and if this is your territory, then I apologize." Ugh, her stupid senses couldn't even help her be pollite to another. She had no idea that this was a territory, she must have run off farther then she thought. "I am still.. trying to get used to what I am able to do so, I mean no harm on your territory." She grinned darkly, only because that was a legit statement. Of course, this Kalona could easily kill her, but Loveless liked to pretend that she COULD be a threat. Many of the lessers saw her as more threatening as her father.
She looked back up at the female, losing her obnoxious grin. Would she grow up to be strong like her? Weakness wasn't an option, so at this point she just watched how the Kalona moved, and tried to observe every aspect about her.
"Apologies don't mean very much to me," Anevay stated flatly, her gaze still hard as she moved forward with heavy thuds of her hooves. "Of all the kalona to run into, I consider you very unlucky to have come into my home range. Others might consider you lucky." She chuckled again, slapping her tailspade against the packed earthen ground. "I doubt you could harm anything in my lands. You are young. Soft. Easily removed if the fancy struck." She licked her lips in silent emphasis.
After taking a wide circle about the foal, She extended her head towards the youngling, nostrils flaring sharply as she inhaled the scent radiating of her body. She meant to do it to determine the foal's health and to lock the smell into her memory banks for future reference, but as she did, two distinct markers again tugged on previous memories. She knew those smells and it made her eyes narrow. Ariston? And that ugly black-coated fem with the odd appendages? What would they have to do with this ill-fated filly?
"Surely your parents have warned you of the dangers in the forest," she inquired vaguely, her eyes boring into the foal's even though the shine was unsettling to her. "Especially your father, I would think? I think he'd know best of all."
"True." She also kept her voice stern, especially since she was already in a tough position. She felt like she was being judged, and she shivered as the female examined her. "I don't see why this would be unlucky, I have heard of you."
Who knew if that was a risky move to take, but her father did speak about one Kalona in particular, and this one was doing everything that he described. "You know my father, Ariston?" She smirked, not even asking if she knew her mother. "He has stated before that he did not want me running into one Kalona in particular." She paused. "Are you Anevay?" She glanced at her, feeling excited. Well, if it wasn't Anevay, she would have just felt stupid. Though, the bright colors, intimidating attitude, and the fact that she knew her father were all good hints. "So, I do feel more lucky to have run in to you. There must be a good reason why I should, especially since my father denies it." She giggled darkly, enjoying herself finally.
She pondered the idea of dangers in the forest. How ironic, the dangers her father really warned her of was towards certain Kalonas. And now, she was finally facing one he did not want her to meet. Loveless was more intrigued why, and she tried to remain calm in the face of the mare.
Anevay's eyes flickered and she abruptly lowered her head down so her muzzle was nearly touching the foal's, her lip curled sightly in a sneer. She was silent for several breaths before tilting her head in a patronizing way. "Heard of me, have you? Then you're a brave one for daring to defy your father's wishes...not that I blame you. I wouldn't listen to him either if I were his spawn. However, he is correct. I'm not the best creature to run into in a dark forest."
The giggling irritated her and she growled, retracting her head from the foal's immediate personal space. "You know, your father would never know you ran into me if you couldn't return to let him know..."
There were a few options for Loveless in response to Anevay's reaction, and her gut reaction was to be a smartass. She stopped herself quickly, and lowered her head at the female, as if acting out a mere fact of nature that she was not at all strong. "I see what you mean," she nodded slightly, "I don't like to see it as defying, though." She kept her words simple. "I just come looking for more knowledge about Kalonas, and he won't allow me to hear any of it." That was the most plain way that she could speak, without using any of her childish antics that worked on everyone else. She just answered what Anevay said, plain and simple. It would be MOST foolish to do anything else.
At her growl, Loveless didn't change her position, but she indeed got the hint. This Kalona was legit for a reason, and she needed to shape up and correct her actions quickly. And, with her comment, Loveless only peered down. To not return could mean a few things- death, or Anevay taking her away personally. And to Loveless' guess, Anevay was talking about death. "That would be bad..he alredy knows that I have run into others before, and I won't lie to him if I do return." A natural gulp ran down her throat, and the thought of dying young didn't sound appealing. There were things that needed to be done, and facts that needed to be learned.
"He won't be mad, or dissapointed in me." She glanced up at Anevay's eyes one last time. "Just worried, because I think differently then him."
"Do you?" she asked sharply in retort, yet allowing her face to morph into an expression of curiousity. "Think differently how? I have little care about what your father thinks or feels, I will not lie. He's already made it quite clear that he favors the lessers more than he favors his Kalona bloodline. I would assume he'd pass his poisonous beliefs to his spawn, but you say you think differently. Just how differently?"
This foal wanted knowledge...Anevay was one to give it, but it depended on the potential of the foal before her. If her father had tamed her too thoroughly, she wouldn't be worth the time. Anevay had learned that foals did have limitations, even if they were moldable more than any adult. The foals she had tutored had been from families with mothers and fathers. That meant there could be, and often was, a conflict between Anevay's knowledge and the parents' knowledge. That had also brought about another thought in Anevay's mind that she had shared with no one. If she wanted to raise the perfect kalona foal into perfect kalona adult, there had to be no intervention. This meant either abduction of another pairs baskets or something much more ideal: bearing her own foals that she could treat how she wanted and teach how she wanted. She was still considering the latter, but for now, she had to resort to teaching the willing and using them to her advantage. That advantage was to encourage savage behavior and a 'show no mercy' attitude to the lessers.
"Your father likes to hide from what runs in his veins. To pretend he is above those who relish the tang of blood running between our fangs, flesh tearing at our hooves, and screams of pain from the foolish who dare get close. He is no Kalona. He is weak and you are right to seek out others who are true to their race."
She was well aware of this, and her concern for more knowledge arrived when her father barely stood up for his own daughter against an ugly Regular female. She tried to shrug that annoying moment off, but it was a legit eye opener for her recently. "I don't really know," She had to be honest, because that is why she sought out in the first place, "But I get this strange feeling that I should be incorporating myself to something else."
Anevay's comment about her father hurt even her; she didn't find him actually weak, he used a strange persuastion on lesser females and absorbed their self doubts, using lessers as he wished; finding out any information he wanted. Though, he still treated them with respect, which was annoying to even her. But, that way of life did not appeal to her at all. There was no reason to argue with Anevay, it seemed her opinion was solid in the ground. "I knew something was wrong when he didn't want to take me hunting, I needed to seek out the help of Izusa to have my first taste of blood." Of course, even saying that made Ariston sound more pathetic, but in Kalona-terms, he was. Ariston hunted, but privately, and would clean himself up for hours. Loveless snuck around to watch that ritual once, and she was utterly confused.
Beauty just didn't appeal to her; being Proud was something she dearly loved from her father, but just being beautiful didn't have to bring Pride into a life. Maybe understading the ways of Kalonas could be a pride she would enjoy.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 8:43 pm
ORP in Thread- Ari/Loveless/Desde Miss Cherie 
A sliver of doubt had touched her mind briefly, like a drop of oil in a pool of water. It had caused a chaos that was not natural to her current state. She roiled with it, more caustic, more vengeful than usual. The Skinwalker deeply desired to hurt something, to cause a rift, cause a tear. Anything to bring pain to something that was not herself, not her pysche. Damn him. Stupid fool. Why had he thrown himself at her mercy, almost letting her beat up on him while the mares had escaped? Bloody ******** hell. How dare he cause her to question herself? To be merciful, even for a moment? Or was it the fault of the other stallion, who had expressed a desire to devour her prey. Her rightful prey. Perhaps she had gotten distracted, long enough to spare him from the fate that he deserved. And then it occurred to her that she might even have spared him as a way of spreading the chaos. If he lived, he would live with the knowledge of what she was, what she could be. And that, for now... was almost enough.
Tweekend   Ariston walked through the darkening forest, following his daughter at a close pace. They hadn't said a word to each other for a number of steps, and he sighed at the way things were going for them. Apparently, Loveless had had a run in with Anevay, and he knew what horrible things she must have said about him. He could tell that Loveless didn't hate him though, but she was questioning his loyalty as a Kalona. The only thing she had said to him, was questioning how faithful he was to anything in particular. She only stared at him, emotionless on the question. Ariston didn't answer, because he didn't know WHAT to answer. Being faithful on his Pride wasn't enough apparently, and he sighed, and in their silence, tried to figure out what the heck to say.
He wasn't paying attention at all to where they were, and who could have been around them. His mind was so clouded that he could only stare ahead at his daughter, and wonder what he could possibly say. What answer did she want? Because, in her stubborn'ness, that's the only thing that he knew would make her listen. Loveless moved her legs quickly, and didn't turn her head around once to look at her father. They weren't even going anywhere, but they were just wandering under the starry-filled night. Her father stood out brightly as usual, as her body blended perfectly into the night. Her eyes lit the way like orbs, and it was as if she was the spitting image of her mother.
She was becoming tougher, and she knew this. She started looking at things differently, and it was a change she enjoyed. She didn't care much about her family, and she and her brothers had really no relationships. She didn't need relationships, all she needed were better purposes to stay alive, and better reasons to become something greater then her father and mother.Miss Cherie
By the time that Desdemona noticed Ariston, she was almost nose to nose with him, and remarkably close to a small, black Kalona foal. Fortunately, she had also gathered herself back in, the madness stripping away every bit of self doubt that she had experienced. There was simply too much zeal within her to accomodate that. "Ariston," she purred, a softly dangerous tone to her voice. Darkness filled her voice, like a cup spilling over with water. It was not contained within her. Her hostility towards anything living, breathing... towards anything that did not inhale evil, was palpable. But also, lurking beneath the service were many things that she could not herself express in any other way. Things which, if luck was with her, would never see the light of day.
Tweekend Ariston stopped, dead, cold, but in a sweat. "Desdemona." The words shivered out of his mouth, and he turned his purple eyes on the dark female. Of all of the things, and, while he was with his daugher. Of course, this couldn't have been worse, since he looked even weaker then before in the eyes of Loveless. "Good evening." He said, filling his voice with no emotion. What could he do? If he fled the situation by flight, could he save himself and Loveless? Thoughts blew through his head, and his sweat deepened as he watched the female looking at them. He brought his eyes back on Loveless, hoping she would run away, while Ariston could distract Desdemona.
Loveless heard the voice of another, and her eyes widened at the figure that had stopped her father. A Skinwalker? They were as scary as her father had said, and she stared blankly. A smart child would run, knowing that that would be the wish of the parent. Save the child, and let the parent deal with the problem on their own. But, Loveless would NEVER run away. She hated the idea of running away, it was something her mother did constantly. It made her ashamed and angry, and she would never allow herself to do such a disgraceful action. Also, talking sounded like it would be a dumb move as well, so she just stood silently, holding her head up quietly, and watched her father's actions. Miss Cherie
It seemed that as Ariston had forgotten what it was to be a Kalona, he had also forgotten the meaning of fear. Desdemona circled them, keeping close, and pulling back her lips enough that her sharp canines were visible. She let her hot breath glide across the skin of the stallion's neck, a vague, hint of a threat in her actions. And then she lowered her head until it was on level with Loveless'. "Hello, pet." Her tone was cold, laced with the slightly poisonous air that was second nature to her now. "Out for a bit of a walk?" Through her territory, hmm? Was that wise? Of course not. "Did your father not tell you that this is not the place to linger?" No, of course he had not. Why would he consider her as a threat to his child? Why indeed. She smirked, the madness creeping into her expression.
Tweekend Loveless looked at the female, though was unafraid. She wasn't afraid of very much, and she certainly wasn't afraid of death or fear. It would suck to die, or at least that's how she looked at it. But she was not afraid of the snarls and sharp teeth, or instances of pain and suffering. "My father tells me a lot of things." She looked at the female coldly, flashing her unusual eyes. "But, why should I listen?" She gave her father another dissatisfied grunt, and looked at the female closely. "I am sorry, if we intruded on your territory. That was my fault, my father was only following where I was going." She grinned coldly.
Ariston was shocked, and yet proud of his daughter. He didn't care about their earlier drama, but was watching the way she spoke, not even taken aback by the Skinwalker. What thoughts were going through Loveless' mind? They were obviously different from his, and he could only watch her with his mouth hanging lazily. He shook his stunned feeling off, and looked at Desde closely. "This is my daughter, Loveless. Loveless, this is Desdemona." What else could he possibly say? Loveless seemed to have the momemt covered, but how much could Loveless talk for him? Miss Cherie
It seemed that there were a great many things that Ariston had not taught his daughter. "Truly," Desdemona hissed, snapping her teeth at the disrespectful child. "Isss that sooo?" Apologetic, hmm? "Your father has a nose of his own, I am thinking. Such a pity that he did not use it. Perhaps I should teach him a lesson." She gave him a considering look, a look which lingered upon his exposed neck, and shoulders, and then trailed down to the foal. Hmm. Well, these things could be done in several ways. It was possible that he (and Loveless) would learn better if action were taken to show the little filly how to be afraid. "You should listen because he is older, and, in theory, wiser than you. You should listen because you have not lived long enough to know how to defend yourself properly against what you may find as you wander." With that, the Skinwalker grabbed the Kalona foal's neck, holding her in a way that was both frightening, and slightly demeaning. Her teeth did not pierce that tender flesh, because... for the moment, there was more enjoyment to be found in not causing physical pain.
Tweekend Loveless squeaked, and shut her eyes. What a strange feeling, what was this? What was happening? Why wasn't her father protecting her? She kicked and moved around, feeling terrified at the moment. "WHAT, WHAAA" She screamed, an innocent scream, finally. She was a child, afterall. She couldn't always hid her emotions. "Desdemona!" Ariston shreaked and ran towards the female. "Put her DOWN!" He never thought he would be yelling at her in such a way, but he felt more angry then ever before. Even though everything was out of place, Loveless was his daughter, and she was still learning. Things may have not been falling into place perfectly, but he knew soon enough that she would learn.
Despite their differences, his daughter made him extremely proud, and he wasn't going to sit back and let Desdemona do this to her. "I SAID, PUT HER DOWN!"
Ariston ran his body into the female, hoping that she would let go of Loveless. He had never used his body in such a way, and at this point he didn't care if any damage was scarred onto his perfect body. He just wanted his daughter to be ok, and to be released from such a horrible grasp. "Why are you doing this?" Miss Cherie
Irritation flooded through the Skinwalker. "Teaching your daughter a valuable lesson." The Kalona stallion, despite his best efforts to protect his foal, was causing Loveless injury. Still... annoyed though she was by the child's behavior, it was the stallion who had attacked her, and that demanded instant retaliation. Slowly, she let go of the foal's neck, and turned to face Ariston. "Was that a good plan, hero?" She bared her teeth, eyes snapping with fury. Had he even given her an opportunity to let go of the foal? No. She padded forward, moving close enough that there was no more than an inch between them. "Did it occur to you in your quest for heroism that that was not, perhaps, the wisest thing to do?" Oh, of course not. What would he know about doing something intelligent?
Tweekend With a slight thump, Loveless hit the ground. What had she done? What had her father done? What was going to happen, now? Her father wasn't kidding, Skinwalkers were a whole different league. She shruggled to get up, and felt teary eyed suddenly. She didn't say a word, and barely breathed at the thought of being heard. She just moved herself back, and stood besides a tree, resting her shocked body on its stump.Ariston trailed his eyes away from the horrible dilemma that was in front of him. Good, Loveless was safe, and standing. She had moved back quite a bit, and this was also good. He looked back towards Desdemona, almost feeling her breath on his face. "What else was I supposed to do?" He looked at her, sore and exhausted. "You have no right grabbing my daughter like that, no matter how upset she makes you. She is a child Desdemona." He put his head down, and his legs felt wobbly. He didn't about anything suddenly, anything but his child's safety. "What do you want, Desdemona?" He looked back up towards her, bending his head down in retreat. Was that a good enough question? What could he possible say to keep Desdemona sane? Miss Cherie
"What do you think a child means to me, Ariston? Consider your words carefully." She had answered a question with a question, and did not care. Desdemona was not in a mood to play the game. She did not feel like pretending not to be a monster, even for a moment. It was what she was, what she did. "Do I ever want anything from you that you can understand?" No. Never. He never understood what she wanted, because it was beyond him. The claws had come out, and they were not going to go back in anytime. The insanity snapped in her, bringing up more darkness from the depths of her soul. It was like dirt whirling in a pool of water, stirred up by something large moving beneath the surface.
Tweekend The situation was out of control, and Ariston looked at her, though felt limited in what the correct answers to her questions were. Of course she didn't care about a child, but he needed to say it nevertheless. For awhile he didn't answer, he just stared at her blankly. "Why can't I understand?" He couldn't tell if asking another questions was stupid, but for some reason answering a question felt even stupider. Everything he said was wrong, anyhow, so what could Ariston learn from her crazy mind games? Keeping his mouth shut as much as possible felt like the greatest way out.
He so wished Loveless could fly, or at least, get herself out of there. But, it seemed she was stuck and by a tree, watching every move the Skinwalker made with horror in her eyes, and yet a hate that continued to grow by every word that the skinwalker spoke.Her fathers thoughts were correct, and while Loveless was ashamed, damaged, and basically the one who lost, other emotions filled her brain, emotions that her mother handed to her happily. This Skinwalker.. oh the things she wished she could do to her.. Loveless felt cold, and shivered in her thought, wishing she was old enough to stand up for herself. But for the first time in awhile, she was extremely proud of her father. He was keeping his cool, standing his ground, and was proving to her that he was more then what others spoke of him.
Such a disgusting night, Loveless was more disgusted in herself then anything. She had failed, in EVERYTHING. But, she knew she and her father could discuss these happenings later.. if they could leave safely at some point! Miss Cherie
In a random switch of moods, Desdemona smiled coldly at the foal. "You are spirited. That is a good thing. Remember, Kalona like yourself can become strong, powerful. Evil. Your father is proud. That, too, is a good trait for a Kalona to embody." However, there were other traits that were just as important. "Words are weapons, tools that can be used to tear down your enemies, and cut up those that believe themselves to be superior to you." One way or another, the young one was likely to learn those things. The leviathon of her wrath dove back beneath the surface, leaving behind it only a cold apathy, and the twisted wraiths of madness. "Ariston, you and I... we are different creatures. You deal in pride, in being something beautiful. I deal in pain, both mental and physical. Torment is what I am, what I do. Chaos, rage, madness... these things are mine to have, mine to employ. And that is something that I do not think you understand about me."
Tweekend She was right, those were not things he understood well. A very true statement, and he only listened calmly as she spoke, hoping to not be intimidated by her words. "I may never understand, but sometimes I do try." It was strange, but he did. Especially with his daughter, who he glanced at suddenly, she seemed to care about these specifics more then he ever would. "I know you may not care for foals," he kept his words simple, and did not act rude towards her, "But my daughter is different, different then I, using Pride and beauty differently, as if with rage. So, I am trying to understand all of these things you speak of." They were the thoughts the kept him up at night, knowing that in his daughters brain, she constantly thought about the complete opposite then Ariston did. Or at least, found some other ways to be both Proud and beautiful.Loveless didn't change her expression, nor enjoyed what Desdemona said. She didn't want the advice she gave her, or mainly it was her mind telling her that, when really she absored every word Desdemona said as if hungry for the information. She just tilted her head, and barely gave a nod, to show she was listening. Though, at her fathers words, she looked at him, confused that he understood her internal dilemma. And through all of this time, she thought he was just shrugging it off, when really he was trying to understand! Miss Cherie
Desdemona immediately dismissed the foal as unimportant, a faint twinge of resentment pooling in her. Why had he chosen to populate the world with his young? Had it not been good enough without the pitter patter of little hooves? She was offended, suddenly, and irritated by it all. "You try." A blank, emotionless statement. Why did he try? Why did he even bother? Evil did not make that effort. She, for example, would not change herself to please another. "Your daughter is none of my concern." No, no, she was not. She didn't want the little hell beast to be something she would concern herself with, when almost nothing else was. "But she does seem to be important to you." More important than anything, and everything else. Bitterly, she twisted her lips into a slight sneer. "So, you have found something beyond yourself to be proud of, Ariston?" He'd changed, and she wasn't sure that she liked the change. It was so hard to suppress the impulse to kill, the impulse to destroy. Sometimes, in those still moments, she wondered why she tried. It took almost enough time for her to lose that control before the answer came, generally. She restrained the urge to kill because the dead could not speak. Not to anyone who cared to listen.
Tweekend "Yes, my family is important to me. But, it is a different importance." While many of his Prideful duties were secretive and cunning, his family was a different thing to cherish, and to watch and grow. "I don't see anything wrong with spreading something beautiful. My children will make not only me proud, but they themselves will be proud." There was no reason not to speak the truth, for that whole-heartingly was how it would be now and in the future.
"I find joy in spreading a belief I feel so strongly about to my children." That was another big factor, and althought Desdemona did not look like the type who would EVER have children, it was something that more Kalonas were starting to acknowledge as beautiful in the process of life.
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