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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 10:35 am
She wanted to stomp over to him, and just...well. Kick him! She stomped her front hooves in frustration, snorting a bit before she stopped, shook out her mane and held her head high.
As if she hadn't just lashed out, and then stomped like a spoiled foal. She'd never..NEVER done, nor been like that in all of her life. She took a deep breath and stared after him with glare before her head dropped a bit.
Damn him to hell, she thought again. She was damned if she followed him, then she was only proving him right, and well damned if she didn't since, she knew deep down somewhere that there was a reason for her to follow him.
Damn..She thought with a flick of an ear as she picked up the pace and trailed after him..She was silent though, as if her tongue had fallen off somewhere..She kept her distance from him though, as if he were plagued.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:06 am
He always won. With the exception of the day in which he had been cut down by his grandsons and that had been due to exceptional circumstances, he always won every argument, debate and dispute he encountered. It was this constant victorious streak that had paved the way for a superiority complex and a firm belief in the fact that the spirits favoured him. None could compete with him in terms of intelligence, strength and appearance - he was the elite and he would not be told otherwise. Thus her defeat came as no surprise to him and unlike most victors he had no time to gloat - he had long since been made aware of the fact that those who lost were plagued by their own inferiority anyway.
Alas, the stomp of both hooves and the intake of frustrated breath did cause him to smile just a little smugly. She really was a typical female, enraged by the slightest of things and irritated by her loss. The notion that women were always right would be one he would quickly dispute. Women were never right unless he agreed with them (and that in itself was a rare thing). Suffice to say, despite his current level of discomfort and the dizziness that plagued him, he could find humour in some things.
Evidently, he wasn't easily broken!
Now if she'd left him for dead the story might have been different but some would say that Anemone had simply unleashed hell onto the world again. Just as well really, that 'hell' had other things on his mind and wasn't really inclined towards wiping out the Kawani lands anymore. Instead, he was plagued by the vague visions that he had experienced when he had been comatose. Frankly, no one could understand how incredibly irritating it was for a creature when they couldn't recall something even when they knew it was somewhere in their own mind.
"If you keep walking at such a distance you will be picked off by predators," he spoke up without shifting his gaze, casting aside his musings for a brief moment. He flicked his tail idly against his flank and continued. "And if you assume that I will be able to cross the distance at any type speed you are in for some disappointment." He finished flatly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:06 am
It was her turn to laugh now, she glanced at him. "I highly doubt, that any flesh consuming creature would even look twice at me, when the weak strolls not to far away." She said as she continued to keep her distance from him.
She closed her eyes, and if her wings could, she'd be rubbing her temples where it throbbed. "No, that was rude of me. But I do not expect your protection, and the thought of it hadn't crossed my mind.." she amended, she really wasn't as foul tempered, or anything she was showing today, usually gentle to a fault, she didn't know where this was coming from, any of it.
Well she did...and last time she lashed out, or vented...she ended up pregnant and alone. And THAT was not happening again.
"But, I've ran in with every creature out there, skinwalker...kalona..and Im still here so I'm not overly worried about anything out there.." She said with a faint shrug, thankfully her scars were not as puckering and pink as his, but healed and faded.
"Plus..Im never alone..." She let out a whistle, and was replied by the scream like call of a mountain lion, who came speeding across the way towards her. "She can give even a skinwalkers dual form a good distraction.." She said as the mountain lion halted beside her, glancing at him with an instant disliking scowl.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:44 am
It was mares like her that pissed him off - did she honestly think that a seasoned skinwalker would give a toss about her feline? One well aimed thrust of a hoof and the cat's ribs would shatter, frankly it was a waste of time to even consider her a distraction. Suffice to say whatever Skinwalker she had encountered was a newly bred creature or a failure to it's own race if it lacked the intelligence to pursue it's own pray - the mare would go down with far more ease and then it was easy enough to take on the cat. Two birds - one stone and all that jazz... even he could see that; christ he'd even done it a few times in his life. Thus it would have come to no one's surprise that he continued to walk without even a glance towards the summoned feline.
In his eyes, she was irrelevant.
Such was his certainty on this topic that he didn't even reply to the mare and merely discarded her claims as naive. She hadn't taken anything on, she'd just been lucky that she'd encountered complete and utter prats. It was nothing to boast about, nothing to 'reassure' him over and nothing to seek admiration for. Take in to consideration that the experiences she had been exposed to had shattered her confidence and it was all a bit laughable but he was beyond the point of expressing his amusement. Had he encountered her a few weeks ago it would have been around about this time that he had made a decision - kill or keep? Frankly he wasn't sure which he would have decided upon! After all, she was very pretty and possessed much of the qualities he had required in a consort for his original plans.
"Whatever you say," he conceded at last and quickened his pace. Polite airs were dismissed and he opted instead to continue on the path he wanted to take. If she got picked off then it wasn't his concern, sure his recovery would take a little longer but that wasn't a foreign concept to him.
Lifting his eyes heavenwards he heaved a sigh and after a few moments cocked his head from left to right until both sides gave a crunch. He suspected he would be doing a lot of that; stiff limbs were never fun and his were seizing up every thirty seconds. Peachy, but at least it would provide a distraction from those visions and musings in his head... none of which made a great deal of sense.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:33 am
Silence hung between them like a brick wall, but she wasn't about to put a crack in it. She rolled her shoulders as she glanced at Sophia, to have at least her with her, she was much more at ease and it showed.
Bright eyes shifted towards him, she eyed his healing wounds before she winced at the sound of the crunch, she shivered slightly from it before she moved up closer, walking equal to him.
She was sure he viewed no one as equal to him, but she wouldnt be treated like some lesser, air headed mare. Her head lifted proudly, she kept her pace even with his.
Sophia kept herself between the pair, the stallion was much larger than her mare, but she wouldnt let him hurt her without some sort of fight, her tail lashed out behind her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:11 am
He would have found this funny from a distance. The body language of both himself and the mare would be in such striking contrast that they would have been fascinating to watch. The stallion who had complete disregard for the mare who walked so close to him and the mare who seemed intent on proving a point that would have little affect on anyone other than herself. Ah, perhaps if he had been in better spirits he would have goaded and teased the mare all the more just to make her squirm but she could have her limelight for the time being. He would shoot her out of the water in due course and put her back in her place but it was something to be savoured. After all, if he started manipulating and twisting the mare now he'd have nothing to do in a few hours time - it was time to exercise the patience he had mastered so long ago.
Bide time and all that jazz.
...And maybe make the cat into a new coat too.
His lips creased into a rather cruel smile at this thought and for a brief instance his eyes seemed to light up with pleasure. Ah, such ideas were always good as a distraction from one's pain. The aching in his limbs paled in comparison to the activities he could partake in later. Anticipation was a wonderful thing and it was such a cheap and easy means of entertaining oneself even in the presence of a pair of females he may very well want to clout in the next few hours.
Suffice to say his imagination began to run wild, the pleasant thoughts outweighing the puzzling flashbacks and no sooner had he gotten into the swing of things than he had begun to whistle to no one in particular. Today was going to be a good day.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:34 am
The cruelty she caught dancing in his eyes as she glanced over at him, made a shiver of pure fear run down her spine, her body tenses up. She'd seen glimpses of such things in others gazes before, her wings twitched in the memory of broken bones and lost feathers, she looked to Sophia and then the stallions words before were to much of a truth for her to bare.
"Sophia..go to Heph." She said with a nod of her head, though her companion eyed her for a moment, she took off in the direction of her mares off-spring. Anemone would not have another's life on her hooves, the only blood-guilt she would be plagued with was her own.
She rolled her shoulders, her body remembered the aches and pains that had once crippled her into a useless pile of flesh, memories flashed back in her mind, her breath caught in her chest as she fought through them. Having thought she had moved on past all of Aveshar's torment, of Richard and as well as what had passed between herself and the mated stallion Balrog, she found she hadnt conquered all her demons.
She looked at the stallion once more, and it seems she had only found herself another.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 2:11 am
A wise choice.
While the mare was still attempting to gain some form of composure and recognition from him, she had at least had the intelligence to dismiss her pet. He would have bet good money that the feline would have pushed his buttons. She would have pushed them to such an extent that she would end up as a new rug in some lucky human’s teepee. He would go so far as to say that he would even skin the cat for said human, dry it and brush down all the fur. Some might have said this was an exaggeration but when Kiyoshi was infuriated he usually dragged out his vengeance for as long as was deemed physically possible.
He was a creature of extremes.
Nevertheless he held his silence and refrained from providing the mare with any expression of approval. She had no right to receive his compliments at present, she didn’t deserve his attention. In fact, the mare in question only had beauty going for her – that and the fact that he didn’t really have the manoeuvrability at this moment in time to do anything. He could walk, he could talk, but when it came to rearing up and knocking another to the ground, he’d probably find himself on his back too. He’d give himself a few hours before he made any sudden movements, enough time for the more extreme of his wounds to heal. Alas the progress was rather slow and what ground had been made up by Anemone’s albeit foolish decision to aid him was hindered by the fact that he was both reopening wounds and his mutant blood was refusing to co-operate.
...Why was he healing so slowly?
The rather sadistic smile evaporated from his features and he glowered at his own apparent weakness. He was battered, the instant that thing had fled from his fallen form it had been evident that it had left it’s mark. It had left a dent in the armour that was now taking it’s toll and driving him to distraction. With the slow progress he was making in healing his wounds and the peculiar visions that plagued him, he truly was in a bit of a state. If it had been any other individual in the world he would have roared with laughter but at present, this was not a time for comic relief. By every definition he could be described as absolutely furious, it was a wonder he hadn’t lashed out at the unfortunate mare beside him, especially when she was so close.
“There is no use in holding your head as though you are some sort of queen,” he grunted at last, an attempt to distract himself from his sorry state and his own impatience. “You are only fit to do such a thing when you have genuine confidence, if it is a facade, a lack of conviction will be obvious.”
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