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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:55 am
Can’t a stallion have a decent fight in peace these days? Apparently not; some Ichsa mare with no wings decided to run into the middle of a very satisfying one. She knew the other stallion involved, apparently, and apparently he’s some kind of immortal and would have hunted me down and killed me in the end if I’d beaten him. I understand why she did it; she likes people and has a hero complex and therefore felt the need to save me. Well, I suppose I’m glad she did; getting killed by a fiery, healing-teared fop isn’t top of my to do list. Still, I’ve never taken well to being shielded from things and was distinctly annoyed with the mare for a while.
We’re traveling together now though, and she’s not so bad. Her name’s Utena, and she’s looking for a friend of her’s it seems. She’s a bit dim, but pretty good company all the same and she’s yet another freak so she doesn’t look at me oddly for being scaly and spiny which is always a good thing. I wonder what she’ll make of the Hellenes? It would be quite nice to have her join up I suppose; having somebody I know being new at it at the same time as me would be good... If I even decide to join them that is.
There will be rules, lots of rules, and people ‘more important’ than me and all that sort of thing. If they’d accept me, though, if I could be part of a community it might be worth it. I’m forever telling myself I neither want nor need the company of others but I never really believe myself. I don’t want a whole herd of friend or anything, no, just a couple would be fine by me, a couple of good friends, some friendly acquaintances, strangers who while they might look twice at me wouldn’t flee in fear. It’s a nice dream, and it might even become a reality if they’re all they’re purported to be.
It’s a lot to hope for, I suppose, but we have to dream every once in a while; I think the ability to have hopes and dreams is what really sets creatures that think apart from those that don’t. I have no intention of becoming so disillusioned with the world that I’m little more than a very intelligent animal; until it is forcibly taken away from me, I shall hold onto my dream and let nothing come between me and realizing it. The future awaits.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:39 am
Handrakai Hellene, the warriors of the northeast. I was challenged by a border patrol that happened to be passing; they called me outlander and asked my business. I replied that I had heard much about them, and from what I had heard I thought I might wish to join them. There was some muttering between them and much looking over of me, in approval I think. Before long the mare who I think was in charge of the group, a stocky Bae with plenty of battle scars, gave me permission to enter their lands once she had told me of their basic laws. I agreed to abide by them and went on with the patrol as I thought them as good a group to quiz as any.
It seems the information I was given is correct, but I got a lot more detail from my companions. The army is made up of six different forces, each with different specialities. I ruled myself out of a couple right away; lambda and alpha are not for me, as my speed and aerial prowess are nothing to shout about. They joked with me that I’d do well in omega, as I’m intimidating enough to look at as is, and of course I’m very well equipped to kill things. On hearing they were considered the very best, I felt drawn to that idea but sigma appeals as well.
Eventually they came off duty and I went with them to eat and drink. I settled for fruit, deciding that a sub-par dinner in company was better than a good one alone. I decided at some point that I definitely would stay, and my new friends assured me that not only would I be most welcome, but also that I needn’t wait long to be sworn in; the next ceremony was set for two days from that day. Until then I decided I wanted to stick with them; I felt it better to place myself in their custody as it were so that nobody wonders if I’m here with sinister motives or something.
All in all, this place is going to take a lot of getting used to, but I think it will be worth the effort. I think I may actually have found somewhere I belong, and that is definitely worth fighting for.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:01 pm
Today I was sworn in alongside a mixed group of other newcomers. It was quite exiting, but a bit annoying too. There they were all chattering about their ambitions, and I still don’t know what mine are. Still, as a herdmember I can now go to the sparring arenas, and I’m already making the most of that.
I’ve only been here a bit more than half a day, but so far I’ve not fought anyone who was even really a challenge to defeat. I am told that I’ll probably be offered a place in any of the forces I wish to join, but as I’ve already ruled out lambda and alpha; I might be faster than many and better in the air than many but that doesn’t make them my best traits. Omega, sigma, possibly delta are what I see as my main options right now, less likely the latter as I’ve never been one for subtlety.
It’s a good place to live, it is, I find plenty of meat to keep me full and satisfied, there is always water and shade and I am in the company of Nequus who balk less at my appearance than others do. Certainly many of them still fear me, but they strive to overcome that fear and approach me anyway which is better than nothing.
I am told that even when I receive offers I am under no pressure to hurry my decision, but I shall make it as fast as I can in any case; I didn’t come here to be idle all day long after all. For now though I still have a lot of thinking to do, and of course a lot of sparring. I do hope a decent challenge comes my way soon though, I’m starting to get cocky.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:11 pm
I have been here some time now, and as expected many offers from captains of the marks. So far I have not made a decision, but today has made me feel that i ought to hurry up of that score. The herdleader came to the sparring arena I had spent the morning at, and I suppose somebody pointed me out to him as a good sparring partner. I accepted his challenge, of course, and we found ourselves a good clear space to begin in.
He’s good, very good; the match ended in a stalemate with his horn on my neck and my teeth around his throat.
I must say I was very pleased with that; not only am I a match for the herdleader, but I found somebody to match me. Most pleasing indeed. After we had released one another, we talked a bit. he observed that I was good, I said the same to him, then we got onto the fact that I’m not in a mark yet. I told him bluntly that I’m not used to this sort of thing yet, and that I was doing my best to decide. He seemed alright with that and went to find himself another fight. I went to find somewhere to rest and to think.
I can put up with answering to Meleager, he’s a strong stallion and seems quite intelligent too, but I don’t know about anyone else here. I certainly don’t want to be one fighter in a whole rank of fighters but I see no way out of that. I must make a decision soon, I know I must, but it isn’t easy. Wish I could be a freelancer of a sort, or at least part of a loosely commanded skirmish or something. Don’t see that happening either.
I knew this was too good to be true. I knew it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 2:35 pm
The last two days have been very good. I am now Castor’s bodyguard, from the sparring game I played with my friends it seems as though I’ll do well at it and I’m going to join Sigma force tomorrow. It’s good to have a place that I belong in, but a place that isn’t under too many other people. As Castor pointed out, I’m sort of drifting off to one side of the rank system and he’s trying to work out what rank he should request I have when I train with Sigma. I’m thinking nothing too interesting, but that’s alright, it won’t be my regular job.
I talked to Castor a lot today and he’s... strange. I think I could get to like him, but he’s strange. He doesn’t really get people and social stuff and some of the jokes I made went over his head. I explained them to him, and he looked mostly puzzled but nevermind; he got some of my daft jests and that’s the main thing. All I want to do is get into his good graces, but not if I have to be something other than me. I suppose a normal person would have said ‘I hope he likes me’ there but I’m not normal so oh well. I couldn’t stand to lose this now I’ve got it; this is everything I’ve been looking for since I got here, relative freedom and a thing I can really excel at. This, provided it doesn’t go balls up, is going to be good.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 9:31 am
What a day. Started normal, going about with Castor, but while we were on the border we spotted Salomé, an acquaintance of mine, sneaking after some diplomat who’d just left. I followed after her, lost her briefly, and by the time I caught up she was trying to kill the diplomat, and the little Ichsa who was trying to help said diplomat. I charged in and spun her a story about why he looked like a demon to her (she’s utterly insane) but wasn’t actually one. She bought it, luckily, and I sent her off back to the herdlands to warn the doctors she’d half flayed the Ichsa stallion.
Brave little bugger, I’ll give him that; didn’t complain beyond a bit of cursing despite being all cut open and missing an eye. I think I might have to look him up again before he leaves, see if he might be interested in joining the herd; he’d make a damn fine Hellene with an attitude like he’s got. The diplomat, Diego, seems like a decent sort too; he decided to stay with Spyke, and though we didn’t say very much to each other I got the impression that he’d a pretty bright sort, and really very good with people. He already has a herd, though, so I’m hardly going to try to get him to join up.
After I parted company with those two, I went back to Castor and recounted my little adventure. He observed that mental abnormalities in crossbreeds seem to be quite common. I had to agree with him, and then we spent a little while wondering why that might be. In the end we decided we were buggered if we knew and parted for the night.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:35 am
Really good company is hard to come by. Meleantho seemed quite interesting, and her looks didn’t hurt, but I doubt I’ll ever see her again especially given she’s apparently Meleager’s exiled daughter. Anyway, when it comes down to it she isn’t like me. Sanue is, and I ran into him again today. Coincidence, sheer coincidence that he and I managed to cross paths on my first day off in Gods know how long in a remote part of Yisi. Still, I’m always more likely to see him in out of the way places given his dislike of people in general, his need for seclusion.
Still, I might be seeing a lot more of him soon; he’s expressed an interest in looking around the Hellene territories, maybe joining if he likes the look of the place. I do hope he does. we don’t actually know each other all that well but I still consider him the best friend I have. He and I, we’re different, different to anyone else either of us have ever known. I like being different, I like being feared and being powerful but it’s nice to have someone to be different with over a nice fresh kill. I do hope he joins; I’m sure he could find himself some kind of position outside the usual ranks like I did. With eyesight like his, he could be some sort of surveillance officer; he could watch our borders for suspicious activity more efficiently than ten normal Nequus I reckon. I shall have to suggest it to him, see what he thinks.
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