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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 1:52 pm
His eyes got a bit larger, for Tloc heard also some self-pity. There was something other than hate in those words. It drove home that this was not the Wyrsa he had known so well - that Wyrsa would not have admitted to such a weakness. And not able to avoid a human? That was a bit exaggerated. The Wyrsa he knew was still strong enough for that, though she wasn't as strong as a kalona. And even though she couldn't fly, she wasn't too bad.
But this Wyrsa... he not only didn't know her, but he didn't like her - and more than just that she scared the living cadoodles out of him. She made him want to run away, and he didn't like that feeling.
"If that's how you felt," the stallion snorted as Wyrsa was in front of him again, "then you sold yourself short, and you give that human way too much credit!"
When she went along her other circle, the stallion jumped forward and broke into a brisk trot. He needed to move, just standing there was running his nerves thin.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:30 pm
The skinwalker caught up to him easily, pacing him, just to unsettle him further. She wouldn't deign to mention how trusting she'd been of the old woman, how she'd let the human touch the wounds Tloc had inflicted.
It had been a foolish decision made by a foolish mare. A mare who had even been foolish enough to think that a Kalona could love her. Wyrsa knew better now. A stupid Kalona like Tloc was too prideful to even admit he was capable of the emotion--not like a Skinwalker cared for love in the first place. The only emotion she was capable of feeling to any degree now was hate.
And she was perfectly content to hate anything and everything, and to sow the seeds of hatred in those around her. She could almost feel the stallion's dislike of her turning to hatred. The reasons behind it were irrelevant so long as the emotion was strong and negative.
"Too much credit, hmm?" she cooed at him. "You didn't meet the human. How could you know?" The sticky sweetness dripping from her voice was at violent odds with the bloodthirsty undertone. It was as if a demonic spirit of some sort had taken over the body of the Wyrsa that Tloc had known, for the mare's voice was fully recognizeable beneath it all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:57 pm
Tlocatl for the most part just ignored that menacing presence tracking him as he trotted across the desert sands. His insides were rolling and if it wasn't for biology, he might have thrown up at the horror of it all. But he couldn't... he had to be strong. What a kalona he was coming out to be without his wings functioning - how pathetic!
The stallion's ear was perked back, listening for her footsteps. She was still there and it wasn't until she spoke that he turned his attention to her. Still trotting forward, he called back. His voice was much stronger than he felt, "I guess I rightly couldn't, could I?"
Tloc sighed and licked his lips. His tongue ran over the scars she had left on his muzzle that night that she had Turned. The mind under that thick skull was thinking a mile a minute. She was pregnant, and if she spoke the truth -which he wasn't sure- then they were his children.
He could not trust her for a minute! She'd probably eat the children the minute they were born just to spite him. Granted, he was surprised she hadn't eaten himself. What was he going to do?
Maybe she'd lose interest while they trotted along the desert? Maybe she'd go away until he figured out a plan? And maybe, he just might survive another encounter with her...
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 9:22 pm
So, he was going to ignore her, was he? Admittedly, she had given him a lot to think about, and his tiny mind had probably reached its capacity. Pity. But if he was going to be like this, she might as well spend her time elsewhere. Night was falling, and she could still get back to her wonderfully cool woodland in time to take full advantage of it.
By picking up her speed slightly, Wyrsa was able to pass the Kalona and stop right in front of him, forcing him to stop as well. Any veneer of being the old Wyrsa was gone; before him stood a Skinwalker. The mare looked Tloc dead in the eyes as she spoke.
"I may still blame you for this situation, but that doesn't mean I'm done with you!" Quick as a striking snake, she darted in up close and nuzzled the back of his neck, right above where his wings joined his body. Before he could react to her presence there, she bit down, savagely, taking a large piece of his flesh and allowing his blood to stain her muzzle and his backside. "You're mine," she hissed to the stallion, before darting off into the darkening desert with all the speed she could muster, pausing just once atop the next dune, to watch him for a moment with her yellow eyes before continuing on her way back to the forest.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 9:37 pm
Tlocatl had to stop abruptly to avoid just running into the Skinwalker. He really didn't want to, she'd probably take it the wrong way. Granted, he had no idea how he'd already pissed her off a few times that night... so when Wyrsa striked he was not ready - nor could he think of any response to her words.
The pain broke him out of his reverie, and the kalona gasped in pain and surprise as new blood dripped down his shoulder. What did these Skinwalkers think he was? A never-ending supply of blood? For serious...
But his eyes darkened with her next words, but before Tloc could get off a response she was gone already. He was NOT her's.... he was his own... how dare she! Remnants of his old self (for he had at least changed a bit) sparked through.
What was he? He was still a kalona! And he would get his offspring away from that monster!
Tlocatl turned on a heel and ran back to the desert. He needed to plot, plan, and gather forces. A force to reckon with, and with fools stupid enough to take on a Skinwalker. There had to be others as daft as himself to take on such a feat...
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