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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 9:32 am
 [.RP LOG.]
...Fuzzy Dealings..."Giruvegan hatches a plan to make Azumoth more sociable using a PR Stunt..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:43 am
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...Catching Up..."...Mr. Anti Social meets Sparkles for a second time, however this time she doesn't look quite as well as she used to..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:31 pm
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...Bring the Fun..."Biscuit gets a partner in crime? Oh dear.">Click for Access<
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:34 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:26 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...Everything That Is..."...Forgiveness is a powerful thing..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:47 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...A stench of decay..."...The spirits put the unicorn's resolve to the test again as she encounters not one questionable stallion, but two..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:33 am
[.RP LOG.]
...You Are Never Alone..."Travel to the north where the mist shrouds the peaks, there you will find what you seek..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:36 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 4:31 am
[.RP LOG.]
...This is how I disappear..."Azumoth is forced to share his grove once more but this time under very different circumstances..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 2:28 pm
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...Suzaku Seishi..."Seishuku encounters another soquili following his arrival to the Kawani with his consort Nuriko..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 1:02 am
[.RP LOG.]
...Surprise! Who are you?..."Biscuit returns from his idle wanderings only to be reunited with his sister and an unexpected guest with surprising news, Tsa is pregnant and by Andre no less!">Click for Access<
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 1:59 pm
[.RP LOG.]
...Hello Mister Scary..."Azumoth attracts yet another child..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 3:04 am
[.RP LOG.] There was something wrong and there had been something wrong for the last few weeks. Actually, to be more precise there had been something very wrong from the moment she had even entered his life. The world beneath his hooves had shifted and changed according to the seasons and he had found himself completely unaware of it all. This in itself was troubling - given that the stallion often prided himself on ensuring that all those within his forest were prepared for the approaching change in seasons.
However, what was even more troubling is that they had prepared themselves and had been more than happy to allow him to...experiment? He really wasn't entirely sure of the appropriate words to use, a truly accurate way of describing the current situation and so he struggled to comprehend pretty much everything. It wasn't that he was stupid, it was just that he assumed he knew so much more than he really did - he assumed that his forest needed him and yet here they were arranging their own things.
It frightened him just a little.
Luckily his mother had been quick to comfort him. Reliable and true as always, Moppet had kindly pointed out that the forest and it's residents had chosen to give Azumoth space to find himself. They too had seen these changes (again, not comforting to him) and believing these were for the best they had granted him the freedom necessary to develop them. Unfortunately, these changes hadn't developed that much at all given his relative stubborness.
And now?
Well, the stallion shifted uneasily from his position on the ledge overlooking the plains. In the weeks that had passed he had gone through a series of emotions which had ranged from quiet satisfaction to rather brutal self hatred. He had found solace in either, had struggled to come to terms with everything he had (or hadn't done) and yet despite all this she was still jammed firmly in his mind. Hell, it wasn't even at the back of his mind.
...it was at the goddamn front!
Furrowing his brow, the stallion fixed his amber gaze upon the lands that had transformed before his very eyes. The snow had already reached the slopes and what was once meadow became a rather treacherous ski slope. It was during these seasons that the stallion extended his reach upon the forest and began to watch the borders as well - not so much as a matter of security but more for the protection of those outside as well.
In a way, it could be said that all mountainous soquili did the same thing. They knew the slopes and it's dangers, they could warn one another and they could warn strangers as well. or in Azumoth's case, they could simply scare them away. Apparently the spirits had favoured him in recent weeks though as none had been caught in his line of sight.
"Hmph," steeling himself against the cold that riddled his thick coat, the stallion couldn't help but release a sigh. Mist rising from his nostrils like whispy smoke, he once again found himself mulling over things that had happened a number of weeks before. Ah, he had been a complete and utter b*****d - his intention had been to scare her off him, to stop her from courting him and now he wanted nothing more than to hear those ridiculously optimistic views and to see that bright smile.
He had well and truly burnt that bridge regardless of what he might have said upon leaving her home and you know, it hurt a lot more than he had imagined. The other mares, those he had been possessive over were easily forgotten or dismissed but his petite little optimist was anchored in his brain.
It was starting to tick him off.
Like a caged animal, he found himself more and more agitated but completely incapable of avoiding the feelings in front of him. Everytime he tried to run, there were obstacles too high for him to jump or no space for him to take flight. When he tried to forget, his subconcious would thrust pictures into his sleep and he would not rest easy. As the weeks went on these were getting significantly worse.
"Grumbling again, are we?" The bemused yet soft tones interrupted his reverie and glancing round, he was greeted by the sight of the fuzzy bear who looked exceptionally drowsy. The cold always did have a bizarre affect on Giruvegan, it made him drowsy and rather agreeable but at the same time, he was still as observant as ever.
"Stating the obvious."
"You need to make peace," flopping down at the hooves of the stallion, the bear rubbed at his own belly and popped his lips before following his gaze towards the horizon. "Always so conflicted, unsettled...It is unhealthy."
"Again -"
"And always so cynical," the bear remained wistful, continuing to rub his belly thoughtfully as he admired the scenary. Admittedly, he was disappointed in the lack of life there was around him but it did give him the time to express himself accordingly.
"It can not be helped."
"When you were a babe you used to laugh all the time, when you are with family you are gentle and as good humoured as any other. It can be helped, you are merely a cynic due to your cowardice."
"Cowardice?" What had he done this time to warrant such comments, the stallion could do nothing more than stare at the bear in astonishment. Azumoth hadfought off more enemies, more trials than any other and the bear deemed himself worthy to call him a coward?
"Do not give me that look," Giru snorted and shifted his gaze to meet that of the stallion, "I know you have fought many battles and seen many, many trials. I know you have passed them but physical disputes are entirely different than internal disputes," the bear narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"You have been trapped in this world too long, Azumoth. Bound by your own 'duty' which has never been set upon you to begin with - I think you are afraid. A coward who hides behind honour and duty because he does not want to see who or what he really is...nor does he want to take the opportunity to find out."
"I already know what I am," Azumoth informed the bear sharply.
"Do you?"
"You are not a beast Azumoth, but at this moment in time you are nothing at all. In a way I consider that to be worse than if you were a beast."
The stallion was quiet.
"The opinions of others do not give a creature their identity, it is their own will and desire that defines them. You claim that you want solitude and now you have it you mope and pine for a creature that has done nothing than try to give you kindess. A little ironic, is it not?"
"And what would you suggest as a solution to my problems, Giruvegan?" Azumoth enquired somewhat dryly, his eyebrow lifting ever so slightly as the bear's expression became solemn.
"You need to go home, Azumoth..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 6:15 am
[.RP LOG.]"Kept Promises, And Forget-Me-Nots..." `Swirly She was an adult.
Okay, well almost an adult and she looked almost every inch the part of it too. Her head was down to get herself up the hill she was currently working on getting over and at the top she stopped and stood for a moment or two to just relax and regain the composure that climbing made her lose. She had decided that it was time to go see her father. Lovey had simply nodded her ascent and nuzzled her baby goodbye. With three little ankle-biters or whatever she was supposed to call her sister running around, Lovey didn’t have nearly as much time to fuss on ‘Naci. Part of her missed those days, but it had made running around a whole lot easier.
Horne and Nono hadn’t been to see her in awhile. To mark her turning “of-age” Aely had had beautiful silver jewelry made for her. It was thick shining silver with intricate designs cut out of it and stretched probably six inches long up her each of her legs. Her mane and tail were, of course, still made entirely of blue flame it had just doubled it’s usual length and volume as she had grown. Right now it whipped about her body pretty softly and popped occasionally with what she liked to think of as good nature. The work of climbing made her body sing a bit from exertion and happiness. The baby-body that was all legs and bones.. Had left. In it’s wake a very curvy mare had appeared. Short, standing somewhere between 13 or 14 hands. (Not even truly a horse anymore) ‘Naci was rounded out almost completely. Her rump would plump out a bit more and her marking would probably become a bit more obvious. Silvery-blue flames were scattered up her legs. Those markings were a surprise to her because they hadn’t been on her for so very long. Even her hair had poofed out. Pretty fiery feathery hair danced around her hooves.
All-in-all the only thing that had really stayed the same on the almost-mare were her eyes. Big orange-amber eyes that usually gave away her emotions like a giant sign over her head.
Sighing softly, ‘Naci began to walk again. She’d almost reached the edge of the barrens and would probably be met by someone soon. After all, most boundaries were carefully kept from intruders. A bit of a fear played in her mind. Would any of them remember her? She could barely remember her father, just his scent and something blue like her… She frowned a bit and sighed childishly, why did things have to be difficult?
Paramekia Darkheart The borders weren't so much 'guarded' as watched idly. Informers were frequent with all aware of the 'Lord' and his view of strangers in his lands. All those who lived there respected his views and therefore either warned the individual to turn around or notified the dark stallion of their presence. Lately there had been no deaths or attacks and the Barrens had been peaceful - enough for all to relax and for a particular stallion to savour his home for what it truly was.
While the dark shadows cast by the trees may have been daunting, the sounds of renewed life within indicated that looks could be deceiving... something that the dark stallion of the Grove tended to live by. With his 'grotesque' appearance, he had always revealed time and time again that leathered wings and sharp fangs did not foretell of death and destruction... merely misunderstanding.
Nevertheless, as she drew near she received no greeting other than a faint flash of teal in the depths of the trees - a glimpse that contrasted sharply with the dark shadows within. `Swirly ‘Naci had vague recollections of this place. Little images in the back of her mind seemed to click. Lovey had told her the direction to head and not to stray from it. Not to sound ominous or anything odd like that, Lovey had probably just figured her to be the sort to go wandering off. Her pace had been steady and only a few days of traveling had managed to bring her here. Her neck arched in a high curvy and she tried to shake out her mane. (Something that she never truly succeeded in) It nipped and bit at the air deteriorating and rebuilding in it’s usual manner.
Her steps were not quiet, because she was not sneaking. A daughter ought to be welcomed home, right? The only sign of her worry and fears were in the pert ears that refused to stop dancing around. At best they lay almost limp and to the side of her head. Bah, worrying would get her nowhere. Finally all four hooves crossed the official border, soon her presence would be known by whatever lived there. Almost two years.. She had been gone for so long..
The teal caught her eyes for a moment, but she simply sighed and began walking again. After finding the barrens her mother hadn’t been over-helpful in knowing where to go. Let the aimless wandering begin? Paramekia Darkheart Aimless wandering would not have been the most impressive of advice for a parental unit to give. That being said, Lovey wasn't the most familiar with the Barrens and in such circumstances, could be excused of her lack of direction and advice. While the stallion wouldn't have initially approved of it, he could hardly have provided his own and therefore, she really had little choice other than to 'explore' so to speak.
She was in luck though, word travelled fast within the forests and through mere coincidence alone, the stallion was already in her immediate vicinity. He wasn't patrolling his territory so much as lost in his own thoughts - more interested in contemplating his current status than anything else. By now one of his daughters (Muriel) had learnt the safe places of the forest and had found a spot that she frequently loved to visit leaving him to his own devices.
...It made a change, and in the last few months no one had bothered him either so his spirits were rather high.
That being said, with such thoughts in mind it was unsurprising that he had jinxed himself and caught the faint flicker of blue from the corner of his eye. Pausing in his tracks, he allowed his ears to swivel at the sounds of the approaching soquili and waited patiently...just until the point that the faint breeze caught his muzzle and presented him with a scent he hadn't detected in quite a few years.
"...Ignacia?" `Swirly Her eyes were the same amber color, and those eyes were looking around curiously at the scenery. It really wasn’t such a bad place, just colder than the other areas. Of course, her coat had grown in so thick and full that much of that cold was being deflected. She had gone from feeling like a silky nearly bald creature to bucket-of-fluff. What a curious place… Why had she had to leave here again? It was hard to remember…
Her father, Azumoth, was only a vague scent to her. She remembered him being very tall, black, with something shiny, and some red. Wow, that could be just about anybody with a description like that… What was she forgetting about him? Her face pulled into a frown and she stumbled just a bit on a rock before stopping and planting all four legs. Two stretched out farther than normal and she blushed a bit sheepishly, Oi. Left to her own devices.. She stumbled around it seemed.
The voice startled her and she swung around to where it had come from, eyes wide with curiosity and worry.
Looks like she’d soon know if he wanted her there… obviously he remembered her, but that could either be good or bad. Sighing she pricked an ear forward tentatively and managed to smile, after all, he was probably able to see her or would soon. Wait, what did she want to say first? What was the proper response when seeing your father for the first time in such a very long time..
“Aye.”
Paramekia Darkheart Well, she had certainly made the right move by not charging forward to shower him with hugs and kisses. The stallion would not have approved of such a demonstration of affection and would most likely have bolted to recover his composure. Instead, she had provided him with simple response that enabled him to trace her location to without annoying him in the manner that others did.
"You should not trounce around forests in such a manner," Slipping easily through the trees, the stallion drew near until he was only partially submerged by shadows. He was not prepared to completely unveil himself to his eldest child given she hadn't seen him in so long but he presented enough of himself to remind her that he wasn't entirely normal.
"...You have grown quite a bit in these last few years," He observed softly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "How are the lowlands?" `Swirly Lovey had reminded her that charging up to Azumoth and showering him in love and such wouldn’t sit well with him, but that didn’t make it any easier for the little mare/filly to not want to. He was her father and she ought to be able to love on him, but that would come with time and not be in the typical manner most likely. She’d be just fine and behave too. Oh-ho, already he was managing to slip into father mode. It made her grin a bit before answering him.
“I wasna trouncing’ around in forests.” She was permitted to back-sass her father just a little bit right? Otherwise she’d probably be driven crazy by being a well-mannered lady or something similar to that. Her eyes squinted for just a moment and what she was didn’t alarm her, simply triggered old memories. He could look like Jack-the-Ripper and the Boogeyman mixed together and she’d adore him for being her father.
“Aye.. I ‘spose I’m considered an adult now.” She smiled softly and looked up at him in the shadows, being short was irritating.. “They are as they have always been… dull.” `Swirly Aww daaddd…
‘Naci simply smiled back up at her father and there was just an edge of adoring that shown through. No, she didn’t really remember much of him and no, he hadn’t been an “active participant” in the last couple years, but those close to him had been. Horne and Nono had come to her aide several days when she’d needed playmates. She tossed her head a bit and grinned a bit wider.
“Bah, I’m nae the child me mam seems ter be looking for. Ye’d think with three other o’ her own she’d be fine ter nag an’ fuss at ‘em.” Part of her decision to strike out on her own had been to get away from the rambunctious balls of “love” … and energy. Pawing at the ground slightly ‘Naci thought of her own childhood and tried to think of any friends she had made.
“Nae, I’m afraid that me childhood friends came down ter Horne an’ Nono” She’d been born in a time where no others close to her age had roamed near her and adults had thought her a bit peculiar. Paramekia Darkheart Well that really put a spanner in the works and left Azumoth with his nose a little out of joint. He was smacked with the full force of her confession (and his own failing) and his expression clouded considerably. He had assumed that forcing her to move to the plains would have kept her happier and allowed her to meet new soquili but instead she had only had her 'uncles' as playmates.
...And of course without fail, the moment she had left his grove he had discovered another little basket. Muriel had come from it and without a 'mother' he had been opposed to the idea of sending her to the Clearing. In a manner of speaking, Muriel was the opposite to Naci but both suffered from the same thing - both were somewhat lacking in friends all because of the decisions he had made.
But if he had kept Naci there, Muriel and she would have had each other!
Christ, his Grove would have been busy but all the same...
"You should have come sooner," he mused at last, turning back on his convictions as he reconsidered the depth of his error. It was too late to change the past (which was unfortunate) but one might say that he could try to make amends now, "Had I known of that, I would have let you come home..."
Alright so he didn't really know if she considered this place home, she probably didn't even remember it but the animals would have been more than happy to play with her and no doubt Muriel would have been too.
"You could have played with your sister," he confessed at last. It seemed adopting tiny children was turning into a bit of a habit for the disgruntled hermit! `Swirly Just a year ago ‘Naci would have been upset to know all of the things that she could have been doing. The fun that could have been had, but anymore she was adult enough to figure that in the same position she’d have done the same things to ensure for safety and happiness over selfish want of being with the babe. Her earliest memories were in a cave-cove that she’d not been to since then.
When they had left Harij had entered her life pretty early in the game. Little did the herd know about the stallion that usually stayed so quiet and hulked in the background keeping a careful eye of things going on. ‘Naci would like to think that her dad would like him, but she couldn’t really be sure and besides. In general, hermits don’t care for visitors or large groups of family swarming all over the place.
Harhar, she supposed that shot that idea to hell and back.
Not that the idea would have done any good.
“Ah’m pleased with when I came, dah.” She gazed up into a nearly matching hue of amber and gave a soft smile, “I ken ye would ha’, dinna ye fret.” It seemed that even with the accents of Moppet away.. Enough memories and Caelen had rubbed off to make it thicker than even Caelen’s.
“Ah’ve a sister, eh?” She smiled at the idea and couldn’t wait for him to tell her all about the other. Rather than having a pout-fest at a sibling she enjoyed and embraced the not so much idea as happening.
“Is she anythin’ like me, dah?” Part of ‘Naci still wanted to nuzzle her dah but she managed to behave and simply grin up at him like some sort of fool.
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