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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:03 pm
Demon watched inpatiently, it seemed that even with age that particular virtue eluded him. Several time he growled under his throat, more to himself than to anyone or anything in particular. At one point a rat came sniffing around his hooves, at first he had been content to ignore the hideous creature.... yet as it persisted on annoying him Demon lost even that sliver of mercy and ended its life with a might stomp of his hoof. Perhaps the medicine man could find a use for it? Whatever happened he didn't care.... all he cared about was the medicine to help his mate. His. And what was his never stopped being his unless he didn't want it anymore.
He growled again. His white glowing eyes narrowing, and although part of him was curious at what the stallion was doing he wanted to leave. This place made him feel uncomfortable, a thosand different scents bombarded his sences. Smells, sour, sweet dripped from every corner of the structure.... and whatever the beast was making made Demon want to part with the few contents of his stomach.
The process seemed to take forever to Demon, he shifted again and watched as the other kalona finally seemed done, pouring the thick..... stuff..... into a ..... ? Well Demon didn't know what it was but he wasn't about to admit that. Demon was niave when it came to the ways of two-leggers, and he was happy to keep it that way. There hadn't been anything in life he hadn't managed to achieve with his own teeth and four hooves that had been worth having as far as he was concerned.
As the kalona brought the 'jar', or so he had called it, to Demon he found his heart skipping a beat. Was this it? The thing that would save Cherish? It seemed like nothing.... how could it do something? But Demon wasn't about to question it. No. He would take whatever it was he needed for his cause. "Fine." He said without hesitation to the instructions. Then he found himself taken back slightly at the tone of the other stallion, and the question..... was there anything else he needed? No. Cherish was all that mattered.... yet, Demon found himself asking. "Your name. What is it?" He told himself it was so he could hunt the b*****d down should he be lying about the mixture, but part of Demon knew that wasn't true......
While he waited for an answer he took the 'jar' between his teeth, shook his head so that the ribbons danced around his body and the end strand came to the front. Once it was there Demon lowered his head and the jar, placing it ever so carefully in the middle before grabbing the end and bringing it towards the taut ribbon that was wrapped around his body. With a practised skill he tied a knot and pulled. It moved and closed around the jar securing it in place. Demon prefered carrying objects that weren't food this way. It keep his mind on the task of navigating his way from A to B to Z without having to consider his grip. Satisfied with the knot he pulled the ribbon on the opposite side of his body until they all moved back into place, the jar now sitting just about his shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:42 pm
Erasto almost chuckled at the curt way the Kalona accepted his directions. No arguments or threats there--he found himself thinking that perhaps the mare that this stallion was seeking to cure was closer to him than he let on. Even Erasto's one-track mind could figure that out. It was clear in the way he spoke of her, in the way his voice strained when he described her illness... a slight smirk graced Erasto's face under the mask, but he kept it to himself. Everyone was entitled to their mysteries.
Then his head raised, and as he stared into the glowing eyes of the Kalona, he felt a sudden respect for the warlike soul. Something that he rarely felt for others... perhaps it was the other's fierce determination. His pure... strength. It was unlike anything he had ever known. Thus, as the other asked the question, Erasto gave a little shake of his head, letting the bone mask slide to the ground. It was rare that he ever showed anyone his face, but for some reason, he thought that it would be a way to... what, pacify him? Or simply show that Erasto did have more than black emotions in his strange body. A truce.
"Erasto. I am called Erasto." Then he cocked his head, painted lips twisting into a grin. "But I think I like your nickname better. The 'Medicine Man'." He chuckled to himself, his tangled mane bouncing about his neck. "Yes, it has a nice ring to it. Thank you."
He did not ask for the other's name, for names were not much use to him. It was the image that he would remember forever.
With that, he turned into his hut once again, this time lighting a fire in his lantern. Besides, dusk was almost here... his time to hunt. He glanced back at the Kalona, giving a little flick of his furry tail.
"Don't hesitate to visit me again. Because I have a feeling that you will." Then he laughed, manically, and replaced the mask on his face. A day well spent!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:58 pm
Demon raised an eyebrow as the other kalona moved to do something.... then the mask fell away and he found himself looking at features that seemed all too familar. Either way, it was a face worthy of a kalona... although a seemingly passive one. He nodded at the acceptance of a name, and part of Demon felt like there was a connection, if only for a moment between them.
Deciding not to waste too much time he turned, he had not been asked for his name and so he wouldn't give it. He was at war, and if anyone learnt that the thing he held most dear was ill they would use it to his advantage- after all that was exactly what he would do and infact planned to do if he could have his way. He was just about to walk away when Erasto's final words rang in his ears, and he found himself.... laughing? Yes, Demon was laughing. Getting himself under control he turned his head and nodded. "Yes. I owe you a unicorn." And with that Demon was gone.
He had been honest, if this cure worked he would bring Erasto, the medicine man a unicorn.... and perhaps any dead bodies that he accumilated during his battle, part of him expected there to be lots. Yet as long as Cherish wasn't one he couldn't bring himself to care.... even if he lost his own life he would alway know that he protected what was his. And that was all that mattered.
Picking up speed once his hooves finally touched down on hard ground and taking to the skies. I'm coming Cherish..... hold on. He thought as he raced to her side once more.
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