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 Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 9:37 pm
Somnium too twisted his neck around to lick his wound, though he always kept an eye on the mare. He had tasted his own blood before, of course, though never in such a situation.
He brought his head around front and twitched his wings as he considered the stranger's words. "I don't know that you are insane," he said slowly. "Though my father says my mother is...if you are mad it is only a trickle compared to the river of her madness."
The stallion snorted. "If my father was pure of blood, I wouldn't have a wingless grandmother looking at me reproachfully every night I returned with blood on my muzzle." There was no reason to deny it, after all. Somnium was beginning to have a very poor opinion of his father's relationship to their Kalona blood. He didn't even know if the older stallion had even seen a pureblood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 9:54 pm
Shame.
"And your grandfather? Does he also look at you with accusing eyes?" She couldn't help a frown at the thought of the other kalona. "Though to be honest, I suspect he isn't around much." She shifted her weight, thoughtful. "You are different from your father, and I set that towards more an influence from your mother's insanity than any hidden childhood memories of a predatory grandfather."
She looked thoughtful. "After all, he bred with a Lesser and didn't immediately kill the spawn. It is to be expected that he either didn't know, wasn't pure, or was... well."
It was obvious that she didn't care much that he's mated with the lesser- just that he'd bred, and allowed the spawn survival. "Of course, if he wasn't pure himself..." she gave him a surprised look. "Then I'd be amazed to see just how you turned out looking so... kalona."
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:01 pm
Somnium blinked. He supposed he should have seen that coming. "I've never met my grandfather," he admitted. "I know only that my grandmother greatly regretted the liason. I don't even know that my father met him."
Somnium wasn't sure what to think of the mare attributing differences between him and Tlocatl to Wyrsa's blood, but it was as good an idea as any since he knew his grandfather had not been seen by anyone he knew in his lifetime. Nagual-An avoided talking about the man and while Tloc was proud of his heritage, Somnium wasn't sure he'd ever heard his father discuss his grandfather.
It was true though that the young stallion was often puzzled by how very Kalona he and his brother looked though there were a host of non-Kalona in their lineage.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:36 pm
She looked at him, coolly critical. Well, perhaps his ancestor was unaware of the children he'd had... it happened. "For now, I will allow you to hunt my lands if you must." she decided finally. "I am curious in regards to the mentality of half-kalona." it would make it easier to break them if she could understand the way they thought. "I would recommend that you announce yourself in the future."
It wasn't a recommendation, it was more of an order.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 10:39 pm
The stallion blinked in surprise. This was...totally unexpected. Oh, true, he wasn't in the clear yet, but this was far more than he ever could have imagined.
"Ah...thank you. I'll do that," he managed to say. He wanted to ask the mare who she was, but wasn't sure if he'd earned that right. Better, he thought, to just accept what she'd given him and keep his mouth shut until he knew more about what was going on here.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:06 pm
She seemed to ignore his thanks, accepting it as her due. When she looked at him again he may get the eerie sensation that she was looking at him now as a child. "I will not always be kind, and some days if I find you here I will send you away. But I have questions for you, and want to see what makes you... different." She stepped around him in a wide circle. "I will not make you false promises. And I will not hide my expectations."
Then her eyes narrowed. "And by the time I send you away and forbid you to return, your weakness," she nodded at his wing, "will be hidden, or covered by stronger muscle. I will... assist you, and in exchange you will answer my questions." Again, it was not a question. "You may ask questions in return, naturally." It was obvious he lacked fighting training. "The first thing I will teach you is this: You do not hunt near me, or I may attack you. You do not interfere in my hunt, or I may attack you. If you think I am going to do you harm, then you flee. I am not always in control of myself around the scent of blood."
She paused thoughtfully. "Your name is what, halfbreed?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:15 am
Now Somnium was a bit overwhelmed. The mare was threatening him if he should cross her path at the wrong time, if he shouldn't answer her questions in full...
...and she was going to teach him how to fight. Or at least, that's what he read into her words. The sort of training neither of his parents had given him for various reasons.
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it to swallow and think of how to say what it was he felt necessary. "Somnium," he answered, "and...I thank you for the opportunity to prove myself."
He paused, then asked the one question that would help him set this all in his mind, quickly considering and discarding various forms of respect. "And your name is?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 3:43 pm
"It's not an opportunity to prove yourself." Zulimar looked amused. "It's an opportunity to better yourself. You already know my opinion on your chances. I don't think much of stallions." she seemed to look down her nose at him, somehow- she was shorter. "But an opportunity is an opportunity, and you just fell into my hooves."
The blue mare laughed again, almost a cackle. "But I suppose the proper response to your thanks is a welcome..." she looked thoughtful, and then decided no, not to say anything of the like. "You may refer to me as Zulimar."
And then she smiled, a cold- almost cruel- expression. "And now, you will run. Stamina is important. And I will chase you, and if I catch you I will bite your haunches." Not n**.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:08 pm
The young stallion reflected that Zulimar - it was good to know the mare's name - was right. It would be much better if he thought of this as bettering himself instead of as proving himself.
But it seemed that being lost in thought was a bad idea around the mare. He looked back at her face as she spoke again. He could've protested, or made a snarky response...but he knew full well that she'd only been playing with him earlier, and he'd no wish to set his training back further due to another major injury.
Somnium turned tail and ran, trying to pace himself and not sprint. He had a sinking feeling this wasn't going to be fast enough for Zulimar though.
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