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 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 4:47 pm
Keiran yawned lazily; he didn't mean to mock her or anything. He was just growing tired and he was tired of these theatrics. He would rather be talking to her than fighting but then again, he would rather be looking at himself but beggars couldn't be pickers. He picked apart her movements and attempted to dodge them because if she spilled his blood, things could possibly get very messy. His expression was rather blank right now because he didn't want to betray any emotion or thought process.
"Of course not, you silly mare. You have the strangest taste in beauty." The stallion looked disdainfully at her and walked back into the darkness without taking his eyes off of her. Keiran walked around to the other side of her knowing that she probably wouldn't stop now. He could feel the blood lust in the air and he would have to put an end to this. He stopped after he walked in a half of a circle with her back facing to him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:14 pm
Tireless, she was as well, while her patience waned as her opponent wouldn't go down. She searched frantically within the recesses of her mind, wondering what her own mother would do in this situation--but she doubted mother had met anyone that was able to blend into the shadows so easily, as if they were even a part of them.
She watched the stallion watch her, and knew at once that he had been calculating her moves. His training was obviously better than the one she got, and it was impossible to tell what he was planning to do, as his face was a blank slate. This only served to further her irritations with him.
The stallion's comment was taken as a compliment, and, as soon as she was going to reply to that, he had disappeared. She blinked, a bit startled, and quickly moved her eyes around for any sign of movement--anything that would have betrayed the male to his true self.
But she found none, and she lowered her head, bracing herself for any possible attack from ahead, as that was where he disappeared off to. "Coward," she hissed into the night while staring intently at the space before her. She had been oblivious to his actual whereabouts.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 5:57 pm
What the hell was wrong with her? Couldn't she see that she was no match for him? Keiran's arrogance and cockiness was taking over him and he just glared at her from a distance. Knowing that they were equal when it came to an aerial attack, Keiran began to assume that the only way to get her to shut up was to actually hit her somehow. When he was younger, Heartless had taught him how to fend for himself. She thought it was very important especially for a stallion of his lineage to know how to take care of himself. And she had taught him well.
So, moving behind her, Keiran rushed out from the darkness and held out his wings, the sharp points sticking straight out like daggers coming from his body. The kalona ran his shoulder into her and then turned to run back into the darkness but leaving his wings out hoping to graze her body. He wanted her to bleed, to smell her blood dripping onto the floor. Nothing hurt more than open wounds and they would hopefully be a reminder of how Keiran was not a soquili to be toyed with. Oh, how her blood would smell so good...
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:32 am
Just when the half-kalona mutant had thought her opponent fled the scene from lack of ability to put up a fight, she felt the harsh reality dig into her flesh from behind--the place she least expected an attack to come from. The element of surprise had chosen the male stallion's side this time; it was apparent, and unfortunate. Throughout all her upbringing she thought she had gotten sufficient training; but not enough, and it was too obvious for the mare's liking.
He knows how to use his limited arsenal well, she thought vaguely, wincing from the unseen attack. She had thought little of his methods of predation considering his lack of sharp horns usually grown atop a true kalona's head. As soon as she was ready to make a counter strike, she stumbled sideways from his ramming and almost slipped on an irregular rock on the ground, leaving her open to anything thrown against her.
And the opportunity came to the stallion all too well, as the spikes protruding from the kalona wings had sliced her previous wounds in further. Her soft otherwise pure white fur was now littered in droplets and slight gashes of blood, though not so much as to leave any traces dripping into the environment. But the smell sure drifted into the air, and she felt unsettled by the scent of her own blood.
She turned back, sure that while striking, the stallion had ran back behind her. She saw nothing but darkness once more, and debated on what to do next. The stallion clearly had the upper hand in the current situation; was there possibly nothing she could do to turn the tides? She coughed then, suddenly, the pain on her side waning whatever energy she had left to fight. "I never thought I would fall to one who attacks by hiding," she lamented bitterly. "You are well-skilled..." She had to admit it, but her admittance was spat out with fervent fury.
What would her own mother do, once proved to be the weaker link, if her own blood was spilled? The mare grunted and rushed quickly to the darkness in front of her angrily, shouting, "If you do not come out, I will find you!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:01 pm
His body moved rhythmically as his breathing evened out. Keiran watched her from the darkness laughing to himself. The pungent smell of her blood filled his nostrils and it smelled much better then he expected. Even he was surprised that he had thought of that method of attack. It was something that Heartless had taught him but he didn't think he would ever actually have to use it. Hunting for animals didn't count as they could never escape him anyway; he wouldn't have to use any tactics. It was a return to a more primitive state of mind.
"I'm glad you finally admit that. I'm not sorry that you had to find out the hard way. At least you'll learn something." He spoke with confidence feeling rather proud of himself. "How does it feel? The smell of your own blood filling your nostrils. It mustn't be pleasant is it? Then again, I wouldn't know that feeling." He laughed wildly as she threatened to come and find him. "What are you talking about? You couldn't find me even if you weren't injured." The stallion continued to laugh wildly. This had definitely put him in a good mood. There was nothing more exciting then taking down another soquili, physically and, hopefully, mentally too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:54 pm
"Sometimes, that way is the way we must go through in order to better ourselves..." the mare whispered reluctantly. Her mind stopped racing and all she could draw was a mental blank; there was no other tactic or move she could make without setting herself in further danger and pain, and though she was not the one to back down, it was inevitable, she realized bitterly.
The tone of pride in the stallion's voice was sickening, but her own blood stench was driving her madder by the second; she must retreat at once to heal herself in solitude, and train until she had sufficient strength... The stallion would regret it one day, and she marked down his image in her mind, as neither knew the other's name. The darkness would not help him in the future.
She listened hopelessly as she tried to seek him out again, but unsurprisingly, it was, yet again, to no avail; He was right... but soon, he would be wrong. She promised him.
And without another moment's hesitation, large kalona wings took through the air, bringing the pale white form out of the vicinity, out of reach to the shadowed stallion, and not another word was uttered through the still night that brought the mare's blood that had been splattered on the ground to a lingering defeated freeze.
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