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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 1:32 pm
8.01 Boy-os of the Field: Kael, Ashlan & Bramble
EchoLimaFoxtrot Bramble tip-toed out of the forest. He looked to the left, to the right, and then back to the left. The young colt did not search for predators... no, he was not afraid of those flying beasts... he searched for his father. Thistle was a good pa, but he wanted some freedom. The others got it, so why shouldn't he?
This was the first time Bramble had actually succeeded (as far as he knew) to get away and stay away.
The sky was overcast, for spring had taken control of the area. Most of the snow was gone, though some lingered in the shadows -when the sun is out- of the trees. Bramble knew his father would not be out today, the air was too bothersome on his flimsy wings. The colt was glad that although he couldn't fly he did not have to worry about them.
The colt took one step out. His short mane ruffled in the ever so light breeze. Another step followed, and before he knew it Bramble was frolicking in the field. Dirt was kicked up and splattered that white coat of his. There was very little grass and definitely no flowers - though the only flowers he had seen so far were the small scrappy things in the desert's edge.
All Bramble cared about in that moment was running and getting nice and dirty! Cihiru There are presently two other figures inhabiting the would-be-grassy plain. At least, two other equine figures; one of them appears to have just discovered there are in fact creatures of other persuasions milling about. It's obviously young, and even more blatantly inexperienced, but the only one who seems bothered is the squirrel it has accidentally interrupted. The small mammal has what seems to be a nut clenched between both its forepaws, and it chatters something presumably irritable at its pale, very bewildered offender before turning, giving an indignant flick of its fluffy tail, grasping its prize with its teeth, and scurrying back into what little underbrush it can find. Stunned into a brief moment of silent confusion, the colt blinks, then turns his pale gaze on the matching eyes of his companion. "It didn't have to go and do that," he remarks unabashedly, a hint of childish pouting edging in. "Sometimes," the elder starts, passing Ashlan an amused glance as he moves on, trusting the foal to follow. "Others prefer to enjoy their meal in peace." Ashlan in turn trots a few strides to close the distance between them, and keeps pace at the other's side, at least for the moment. His eyes are wayward, and the way he keeps turning his head whenever something catches his interest suggests he may not stay here for long. Kael takes the opportunity, however brief, to lean close and whisper. "Or maybe he worried you would take his prize." The foal gives him a speculating stare, looking hard for a moment. And then his seriousness melts; he flashes a devious grin, belying his approval of this reasoning as he bounds a few steps away, kicking up a small spray of dirt. Ashlan pauses abruptly a few moments later though, his ears pricked attentively forward, and his eyes perhaps a little wider than he'd like to realize. It's a look Kael knows will give way shortly to excitement, if only from experience, and he counters the anticipation with a knowing smile, then alters his path toward the object of Ashlan's curiosity. The little mustang does not wait for him; he tears ahead a few moments later, testing the air with his tiny nose and scouring the horizon as he goes, trying to pick out the source of the scuffling. It's a task that proves easier than he'd first expected; try as he might, the white colt is not yet mud-caked enough to make him indiscernible. In fact, he stands out rather badly against their mostly-brown backdrop, and Ashlan has an easy time of heading toward him at a jovial trot. EchoLimaFoxtrot Bramble rolled happly and obliviously. He rubbed his neck along the ground even more - brown and dirty! That was the way to be, at least for now. He didn't blend in as well into the field (at least not when compared to the snow). One more round, and the colt rolled to the other side. Pleased, Bramble struck out his front feet and the hoisted himself to his feet.
A shake here and a wiggle there, and the excess chunks of mud fell back to the ground.
But by the time he was up and about, Bramble could see that there was someone coming near, and fast. The colt pricked forward to watch. For a split second, he thought maybe he should run back to the teepee... but then he saw it was another colt and he was with someone that looked like he could be a parent.
Bramble whinnied in greeting, and then kicked up his own heels to meet up with them. How delightful! Another soquili his age out and about this area.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 1:17 pm
8.02 A-Wandering: Loki, Ashlan, Ashara & Alyna
Katjive Alyna raced away from her wolf familiar, savoring the thrill of excitement that came from chasing after her "freedom." Alyna had been gifted at birth with an ample dose of her father's wanderlust, which frequently prompted her to attempt to "escape" from her life for a time. She would always return, usually with the story of meeting some new Soquili, most of them friendly, some of them not, causing her mother immeasurable amounts of worry, and her wolf familiar, Lyka, much grief and anger.
Alyna scampered off to the plains, anxious to feel the soft, prickling tickle of the tall grass against her body. She reached the plains well ahead of her familiar, however, she knew that Lyka was never too far behind. Alyna decided to let Lyka catch her this once, as she was tired from the run, and she had accomplished her goal of reaching the plains.
While waiting for Lyka, Alyna meandered around the plains, nibbling some of the grasses to pass the time. Cihiru Loki, it seems, has taken over part of his brood, for the moment at least. Whether or not the decision was a voluntary one is anybody's guess, but he is in truth more than happy to allow his mate at least partial peace and quiet, and looks rather undisturbed... Partial, that is, because he presently has only two foals in-tow, and the third is still lingering with her mother. With him, he has a boy and a girl - both pintos, and looking far more like their mother than they do him, even if the colt does take after his own lighter color. The two children appear mostly aimless for now, weaving in and out of the grasses nearby their father and twitching their little noses now and then. The little boy is clearly the more adventurous of the two; he's actually doing most of the deciding for their course, wandering until the stallion trails after him, with the filly bouncing between them. A sneeze splits the previously still air; the little colt shakes his head in disdain, his ears folding, and sending the short fringe down his neck into disarray. "That," the stallion begins, peering down beside his son. "Is not for eating. Nor smelling," Loki teases, nosing the now-indignant colt. Liking to think he knows everything, even without being told, being proven wrong is something of a blow to his ego. He prances a few offended steps away, his tail flagging... But he secretly files the knowledge away for later. It's a small, wide mushroom, with a flat top covered in a thin, almost invisible powder. It's not deadly, his father assures him, but it will gift him with quite the stomach ache, and he makes note to stay away. Ashlan does not, however, know he scares Loki half to death every time he pokes his nose into something new. Not to say he'd stop even if he did; he's not even bashful about repeating the experience, and takes off at a gangling trot not moments later, which fades quickly into a wayward gallop. "Ash, stay close." It's Loki, who picks up his ambling pace to trot after his son. But the colt slides to a rather abrupt stop, digging his small hooves into the grassy earth, with his neck arched in surprise and his ears pricked curiously forward. "Er... Oops," he murmurs, blinking as he eyes the filly he'd nearly plowed over. Loki can see the source of his brief daze even from back here, and does not quicken his pace. The filly does, however, and follows shortly after the colt to greet this new stranger. "Sorry," Ashara offers first, apologetically. Katjive Alyna panicked for a moment, when she thought the colt was going to crash into her, closing her eyes tight, but he managed to stop in time. Nose to nose, they looked at each other. Alyna laughed, smiling brightly. "Don't worry about it. I didn't get hurt, anyway, so you don't have to apologize." She grinned as she looked at the filly. There was such a resemblance, she knew they had to be brother and sister. She thought about her brother, and how he looked nothing like her. She wondered why that was, that some siblings looked almost identical, but others looked nothing alike.
"I'm Alyna. What's your names?" she asked politely, silently thanking her mother for drilling manners into her head.
Meanwhile, Lykaina bounded through the forest, leaping fallen logs and skirting brambles and thorny bushes. Lyka was furious, and more than a little worried about her young charge. Alyna was forever running away from her, and each time she became more frustrated than the time before. Lyka didn't mind her trying to satisfy her wanderlust. She just wanted to come with the little filly, so she wouldn't get hurt. Lyka had nightmares of Alyna being eaten by Kalonas, or ripped apart by Skinwalkers. Lyka, filled with paranoia, sprinted towards the plains, hot on the trail of the filly's scent. Cihiru "Still..." Ashara adds trailingly, tentative as she glances between the two of them. The colt is still poised silently, velvet nostrils flaring not inches away from the other. He's torn between feeling foolish, and feeling amused with himself, and is rather at a loss; one ear dips back uncertainly. "He ought to be less clumsy, even so." She has a matter-of-fact tone about her, but there's teasing in her eyes. It jars Ashlan from his temporary stupor, and he blinks a little too deliberately. "Um," the foal repeats, a little clumsily, as if grasping for something to make up for what he had lacked before, and finding nothing. Set back, but not defeated, he straightens himself and puts some distance between them, holding his little head high. "I'm Ashlan. And that's Ashara." His awkwardness has left him; he sounds self-assured now, and motions to his sister in turn. She gives him a dissatisfied, childish frown. "Just Shara's fine." But her obstinacy melts quickly, and she grins to the spotted filly. "And that's our dad." Ashara has peered briefly over her shoulder, and tips her nose toward the stallion who's just pausing nearby. Their father declines his head in a polite bow, then gives a smile that speaks volumes of his kindness even before his gentle voice has left his mouth. "Afternoon," he offers softly, far more brief and far less conversational than he'd typically venture. Loki is standing off to the side though, somewhat removed from their small gathering, as if to leave interactions to the foals. Katjive Alyna looked over at their dad. He was very big. Maybe even bigger than her own dad. But, in her mind, her father was the biggest, strongest, fastest, and smartest Soquili ever. She idolized him, looking up to him more than any other Soquili except her mother.
Alyna grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you." Alyna wondered what the two foals were like. She liked Ashlan, he seemed to be a "take charge" kind of person, even though he had his awkward moments. And Shara seemed to be nice, but she really didn't know that much about her yet. Their father seemed very kind, and Alyna was glad of that, because it meant that the foals had a good role model in their lives. She would've been sad if they had a bad sort of home. Although she hadn't met a foal yet that didn't have a good home, Lyka had told her that some foals weren't as lucky as she was, that their parents were irresponsible, or mean. So, Alyna was happy that her new friends had a loving parent.
Snapping out of her reverie, she smiled and asked. "So, what brings you out here today?"
Meanwhile...
Lyka had reached the plains. She stood, panting in the grass, her lupine eyes searching for her young charge. Cihiru "You too." It's Ashara who answers, cutting off Ashlan in the process, from the look of things. She sounds sincere though, and the colt follows with a vague nod. He also seems as if he's about to say something; his muzzle hasn't yet parted, but he just has that look about him. He doesn't though, stopped short by Alyna's second inquiry. He cants his head a fracture to one side, both ears rolling forward. "Exploring," he says, rather oblivious this excursion is quite a controlled one. It's an illusion Loki is presently content to allow him; he's just standing quietly to the side, statuesque and attentive. The stallion is obviously a creature of the wilderness; his ears are forever swiveling, and his nose twitches as he scents the tender breeze, searching it for anything out of the ordinary. He is, after all, along to guide and protect them, and the safety of his family - and their newfound companion - is something he regards with utmost importance. The children, however, are likely too young to know better, and aren't even half as cautious. "What about you?" It seems Ashlan's previous answer has satisfied his sister, because this change in topics is hers. She has Alyna trained with a curious gaze, and gives her short tail a flick. The colt follows with another question, heedless of the concept of moderation. "Isn't anybody around?" He tosses his crystal-hued eyes the length of the horizon, skimming it for signs of someone. Anyone. When Ashlan spots nothing, he looks back to her. Loki's gaze is still trained in the distance though, perhaps the slightest hint narrowed. He's uneasy now, and his wariness has drawn him near the foals, where he towers protectively, but quietly over them. Ashlan instinctively picks up on his discomfort and passes his father a wary, questioning glance, but the stallion nods, and the colt swallows the feeling for the moment. Katjive Although they were quite polite and kind, Alyna felt herself under scrutiny by their questions and curious glances. "I'm out exploring as well." She said carefully, not wanting them to think that she fled her home to do so. Her version of exploring was quite different from theirs. She intended to explore on her own, out of the protection of her family and familiar.
Of course, her parents rather disliked her version of "exploration," and had enlisted the help of a familiar to keep up with their rather rambunctious daughter. Lyka's work was never done, as Alyna insisted on sneaking away on numerous occasions, at all hours of the day.
Looking around in response to their second question, Alyna muttered under her breath, "I sure hope not." Craning her neck to see farther, she saw nothing but an ocean of swaying grass. Alyna wondered if Lyka had turned back, deciding that it wasn't worth it to pursue her farther. She quickly dismissed that thought as folly, knowing that Lyka would find her eventually. The wolf never gave up searching until she found her target. Alyna sighed, realizing this bitterly.
Answering the foals' question in a louder voice, she said, "I...I came alone." Her voice, although wavering a bit, was confident and secure. She clearly thought that she could take care of herself. She didn't realize her frailty, the vulnerability of a young filly without adult protection.
Lyka however, knew very well the frailness of young foals. The wolf slid through the grasses stealthily, knowing that if Alyna heard her approach, she may flee in a desperate attempt to prolong her perceived "freedom." So, the wolf tracked her like she would prey, hiding in the shadows, slinking ever closer to the strong scent that was her constant source of aggravation and headaches.
Lyka was aware of the presence of the foals, and of the stallion guarding them. While she knew that the stallion may perceive her as a threat, Lyka could only hope that she would be able to explain before he tried to harm her. She felt she had no choice. She had to get to Alyna, and if that meant getting bruised or bitten, she would take the injury with dignity. Cihiru "By yourself?" Ashlan asks, sounding quite baffled and not the least bit critical. "Why?" He has a look in his eyes that seems to say 'why would you want to?', as though it's an idea that's hardly even crossed his mind. To him, exploration is something meant to be shared, and discovery is best made in the company of others. Certainly, he has independent streaks, and antisocial ones too, but... The colt eyes her briefly, speculating. No, she doesn't seem antisocial at all. But then, he's never really known anything else. Not yet, at least; he and his sisters are quite young, and their parents scarcely leave them a moment alone. Isilme and Loki have the benefit of experienced parenting too, and are much more learned in their methods. Opportunities Ashara and Ashlan's older brothers may have had a crack at are presently unavailable to them, and they don't yet know the taste of genuine freedom. They're not really rebels either, though. The colt does have quite a defiant side in him, and the filly is rather competitive, but they're good kids, and for now they don't itch to betray the words of the parents. Perhaps they're just too young to want to venture alone. Regardless, they both give puzzled blinks; Ashlan's head tips to one side. Ashara seems to be searching for something to say, and her mismatched eyes flick downward until she breaks the silence. "Well," she begins, looking up. But she stops there; her eyes widen some, and flit nervously to Loki, who's close enough now she could duck beside him with just a few strides. He has been on-edge some time by now, but the filly's only just picked up on it, and the emotion is so strong her ears fold uncertainly. The stallion glances down to her and smiles gently, but she knows his attention is elsewhere; his ears are twisting cautiously. Ashlan has bolstered his confidence though, and nudges his sister with his velvet nose. "Anyway," the colt says, trying to avert the direction of things, despite the nagging instinct telling him it's not something he should be ignoring. Katjive Alyna looked at Ashlan, caught off guard by his question. No one had ever asked her why she liked exploring alone before. Thinking for a moment, she shyly broke the silence that stretched between the foals, "I just like going off by myself, to look at things I haven't looked at before. It's like I just have to go. But I always come back home, after a while." Alyna didn't know that she had wanderlust, she just knew that she needed to get away for a while.
Alyna's mother was a first-time mom, and she was still learning about parenthood. So, she was too lenient on her daughter, allowing her to run off simply by not knowing the warning signs of an oncoming bout of wanderlust.
Alyna hadn't noticed the tension radiating from the foal's father, mainly because she didn't know him like Ashlan and Shara did, so she remained blissfully oblivious of Loki's watchful stance.
Lyka, now close enough to watch the foals and the stallion, knew that the stallion clearly thought her dangerous, his posture told of his intentions if she should come too close. Her instincts said to sneak around on the other side, downwind of the stallion, but reason said to expose herself now, and explain why she was there. After all, she was not hunting to kill, and she didn't want to alarm the foals.
Standing tall in the grass, the tips of her ears barely visible over the tall grass, she walked slowly towards the stallion. When she was close enough that he would hear her, but the foals would not, as they were talking amongst themselves, she spoke. "I'm not here to hurt the foals," she said, speaking clearly, but softly. "I'm bonded to the brown-spotted one, and her mother sent me to keep her safe, and take her home. She's run off again, you see, she has a strong case of wanderlust..." Cihiru Her answer doesn't satisfy him. Not really, anyway. He doesn't so much want to know the sentiment behind it; he wants to know why. Ashlan wants to know what makes the sentiment exist in the first place; what makes exploring alone better than exploring with others. It shows; his expression is bemused as he regards her. "Oh," he says, simply, and sounding maybe just a tiny bit underwhelmed. "You're not alone now..." The colt, it seems, has quite a firm grasp on that jovial knack of stating the very obvious. "Would you rather be?" the filly interjects, suddenly conscientious. If Alyna had wanted to explore on her own, it'd be awfully rude of them to keep her here, unwillingly in the company of others... Now, Loki's mind has drifted almost entirely from the exchange between foals. His nostrils are flared with the anxiousness of an equine alarmed; he can smell the predator on the lazy breeze, and quite closely at that. The mustang separates himself from the foals, drawing his muscled form a few steps away before pausing again. He can tell now it's alone; his blue eyes dart the length of the grasses around them, peering for disturbances. They settle on the furred tips of two ears, close enough to cause him great unease, but far enough to give him pause. His ears dip back uncertainly, every muscle objecting to his stillness, and wanting to lash out and protect his foals. Then its voice breaks the thread of silence, and skepticism darkens his expression. It's a look entirely unsuited to his kind features, and doesn't last as long as one might expect. While it's quite possible Loki is entirely too trusting, he can't imagine why she would have revealed herself if she wasn't speaking in earnest. He's also almost certain she's alone, lest she's managed to keep comrades downwind despite the shifting breeze - and he remembers the filly's almost wary caution, like a child escaped from its caretakers, afraid of discovery. The stallion's posture hardly relaxes, but he relents; his expression softens, and his ears roll forward again as he nods a silent approval. Katjive Alyna knew that her answer was not satisfactory, however she did not have a better answer to give him. She wished she knew why she was so compelled to wander off, she wished she could obey her parents and stay home. But even though she wished it with all her heart, simply wishing did not change the overriding desire to explore that filled her very soul.
"I wouldn't rather be alone! I like going off on my own to explore, but I love meeting new friends on the trip. That's what makes going out alone so interesting, the new faces to meet and get to know!" Alyna said, smiling. Although she liked being alone, she always loved to meet new Soquili. She didn't realize it, but the socialization she often found on her explorations was what truly made her happy.
Lyka, truly grateful that the big stallion was not going to attack her, nodded back gravely. Offering a whispered, "Thank you." to the stallion, she crouched and began circling the foals, obviously slinking towards Alyna, her escaped charge.
After sneaking up behind her, she rose, close enough that she was fully visible to the foals, and said loudly, "Alyna." She frowned at the filly, waiting for her reaction to Lyka's sudden appearance. Cihiru Ashlan blinks at her, a little baffled. She should have said so! While he's not sure he understands why one can't meet others while exploring with company, her explanation to Ashara is at least more satisfactory than the one he'd received, and it seems to placate him. Ashara, on the other hand, seems to be struggling more earnestly with the concept. She glances between Loki and the filly, as if to say ' you're a new face, and we're not exploring alone'... But she doesn't open her mouth to voice it, and is instead busy being quite distracted with the shadow she sees slinking through the grass. The colt sees it too; both foals have wide, cautious eyes. The darker of the two glances nervously to their father, but Ashlan's gaze is stuck to the figure as it moves. It doesn't occur to him the object of his attention might be trying to remain stealthy, and his rapt observation isn't doing it any favors; he's too absorbed with the smell of a predator tickling his muzzle, the instincts imploring him to run away from it, and the small, boyish voice in the back of his head telling him he can take it. He can't take it. The moment the form breaks into plain sight, Ashlan starts. He gasps in alarm, his head shooting up as he scrambles several steps backward. Ashara hasn't even had that much reservation, and takes refuge at their father's side, where she buries herself shyly into his foreleg. Loki smiles fondly, but as soon as the filly has gathered her wits enough to realize the reality, she's overcome with embarrassment. She straightens herself with a disapproving huff, and pulls herself to stand near her brother, who also seems to have grown over his fear and recovered. Where Ashara looks obstinate, Ashlan is wearing skeptical curiosity. His ears roll forward, and again he tips his head. "Who's that?" he asks plainly. Katjive Alyna wished she had a more satisfactory answer to give the foals. She knew that she hadn't really explained herself properly, but she had tried. She supposed that was all she could do, really.
Alyna finally noticed the tension between the foals. She knew that something wasn't right, and she started looking around nervously. Even with her on the lookout for something suspicious, Alyna was caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of her familiar.
Lyka stood as tall as she could, attempting to intimidate her young charge. "Alyna, you know you're not supposed to run off on your own. How many times do we have to tell you that?" Lyka gave Alyna a stern glare, frowning at her. Lyka wished that Alyna would just listen to her, and not go off alone. Lyka was always worried about a Kalona or a Skinwalker coming along and injuring Alyna, but Alyna didn't seem to care much about that.
Alyna, aware that she was about to get in trouble, put on her best "puppy" face, as Lyka called it, and pleaded with her big blue eyes. Alyna didn't want to get in trouble, though she knew it was unavoidable at this point. "I just wanted to go exploring by myself...it's no fun being with my brother all of the time. And I'm not going to get hurt! I can take care of myself." She nodded confidently.
Lyka just gave her "the look" that told her that she was in deep trouble. Cihiru While Ashlan's inquiry hasn't been directly answered, the exchange which follows gives him at least some idea as to the nature of this stranger's identity. Mind, it's not a particularly pleasant idea, but an idea nevertheless. Never in their short lives have the foals been subjected to scolding; their ears fold with a shy sensitivity most children possess. It fills Ashara in particular with a displaced sort of uneasiness, like this isn't something meant for her eyes, and maybe she shouldn't be here watching. Uncertain, she glances to Loki. He only smiles, stepping forward to bestow his youngest with a reassuring nuzzle. Later, he will explain to both of them wolves are still something very much worth being wary of, despite this one exception, but for now, comforting his baby is his singular concern. She presses into his touch, for once looking the part of a demure little girl she tries hard to shirk so often, seeming impossibly small standing next to him. The sound of whispered words drift away from them, indiscernible, but with audible gentleness. On hearing them, Ashara lifts her two-toned eyes, peeling them from the ground she'd seemed to suddenly find so interesting. Finally, she swallows her uneasiness. The filly gives a small, personal nod to summon her confidence, and then distances herself from her father's side. Ashlan has been observing quietly through all of this, looking more curious than uncomfortable, even if the way his ears are still dipped backward, and the nervous flicks of his tail won't let anyone forget he's not truly at ease. Some part of him looks like it almost wants to say something, but has stayed silent for a lack of words. Even at his inexperienced age, the colt has an inherent sense these things are best left private, and he's not quite sure what to say. "Um. Hi, I'm Ashlan," he offers, awkwardly, his eyes shifting between the filly and her newly arrived companion. Katjive Lyka sighed, her anger ebbing away. Truth be told, she was more grateful that Alyna was safe than angry about her disobedience. Lyka would let the foal's parents be the disciplinary figures when Alyna returned home. Lyka nuzzled Alyna. "Well, the good thing is that you're alright. But, your parents aren't happy with you, and you've got to face them when we go home." Lyka grinned at Alyna, her big ears tilting up. "But, you know, you really can't take care of yourself just yet. You're lucky that nothing tried to hurt you. I don't believe your parents would be against you exploring, provided you let me tag along. You shouldn't go off on your own like this."
Alyna, waiting for a stern lecture, brightened at Lyka's words. "So, you mean that if I let you come, they won't be mad at me anymore? That's great!!" Alyna smiled, shaking her mane out of her eyes. "Oh, you haven't met everybody. Everybody, this is Lykaina, but I call her Lyka because it's easier to say." Alyna nodded happily. "Lyka, this is Ashlan, Ashara, and their dad." Alyna pointed to each one in turn as she said their name.
Lyka smiled politely at the foals and their father. Lyka didn't have much use for polite entreaties, but she figured it would be best to make a good first impression on them, particularly the stallion. He had faith that her words were true, and allowed her to approach the foals without harm. Lyka didn't want to offend someone who had trusted her so, she would feel guilty the rest of her life. Cihiru The three of them are listening quietly; the foals with curiosity, and Loki for simple politeness. Ashlan's head is tilted ever so slightly to one side as he just takes it all in, while Ashara tries to imagine what it must be like to upset one's parents; she looks almost contemplative. Perhaps it wouldn't be terribly unjust to accuse them of being cautiously protective, but to the foals, they seem nothing but mild-mannered, calm, and gentle. The filly can't quite envision either one 'mad', and it seems rather unlikely she ever will. "Well met," Loki replies, giving his head another bow. Ashlan follows the example with a nod, and Ashara adds a "nice to meet you" afterward, hiding her reservations with a cheerful smile. Neither of the foals have encountered a wolf before; their instincts are still pricked with flighty unease. The colt seems the sort who grows over his emotions quickly though; he'll likely take after his father in calmness when he's older. For now, he's ignoring the uncomfortable twitch beneath his hide, and gives the pair a more openly curious expression as he regards them with his pale eyes. "Were you going somewhere?" Giving his short tail an idle swish, he looks again between them, and then to Ashara, who has taken another step forward. The filly's discomfort seems to have left her too; her expression is more neutral now. "Do you have to go now?" she queries, ignoring her brother in favor of what seems more sensible to her. Katjive Lyka nods to each of them, and mumbled her "How do you do's" to them in turn. Lyka felt very awkward around so many unfamiliar Soquili. Her fur was beginning to stand on end, and her front paws were shuffling in place. Alyna, ever the social butterfly, loved meeting new faces. Lyka absolutely did not. Yet Alyna was constantly pushing her into these situations.
Lyka sighed wearily and replied to the foal's questions. "We should probably be heading back. Her parents are wondering where she is."
Alyna pouted, stamping her front hoof unhappily. "But I was having fun! Surely we can stay another five minutes? Pleeeeease, Lyka?" Alyna's eyes were pleading, opened to their widest. But Lyka wasn't budging. Alyna should have known better that to even try to beg, because such acts were wasted on the ever practical wolf. "No, Alyna. You parents are expecting you, and you've been playing with them for a while now."
Sullen, Alyna nodded. She swished her tail, grinned, and said, "Well, I guess I've got to go home. It was fun getting to know you guys! Maybe we'll play again sometime!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 1:56 pm
8.03 A Dose of Family: Kalani & Porsche
Tweekend Her wings wiggled a bit as she moved throughout the darkening land, and Porsche realized that the sunset had crept up on her faster then she had expected! Her day had been rather uneventful, but it was peaceful at the same time. She was busy taking care of her mother and keeping her company, but just moments ago her father had insisted that she go off and relax for the rest of the evening, stating that he would take care of her and such. Porsche knew that her father's words was true, but she was upset to go. Even though she was older now, she enjoyed spending time with her parents, and especially so now since more children were on the way. Porsche sighed to herself as her thoughts continued to fluster her, since the biggest problem at hand was now not having any task to do! Porsche liked having something to do, whether it was a small job or a heavy job. She would have to fend by herself for the night, but that was sort of lonely now, wasn't it? Her brothers always seemed to be off and busy, and she was probably holding her parents back or something. At least she could be the helpful babysitter soon? With a noticeable grunt, the young female picked her pace up while glancing up at the sky, since it was the only thing distracting her from her somewhat-crazy lifestyle. Was she stressed because more siblings were on the way? What if they didn't like her? Would she and her brother's blend with them alright? Both her mother and father were experts at raising children, and its not like they had a mean bone in their bodies. But still.. Porsche had never felt anxiety or worry before in her life, but at the moment, she was truly noticing its effects! Cihiru Kalani has just returned to the wilderness, following a sort of obligatory visit to his mother. It's not that he doesn't love Kali, or even that he doesn't enjoy her company - she doesn't even begrudge him for being gone for months at a time, and always wishes him well when he leaves to depart again. It's just... he feels guilty admitting it to himself; he doesn't always want to bother going so far out of his way to check in with her. And yes, that's what it sometimes feels like to him: a bother. He's always had a rather broad independent streak, even as a very young foal, but the older he grows, the more pronounced it seems to become. Where he once would have been overjoyed to share his discoveries with his family, he's now more concerned with simply experiencing them, and moving on to uncover more.
The stallion refuses to let his isolation overcome him though. What family he has is important to him, and it's with that resolution he continues to travel a week or more, with no other purpose than telling his mother he's still doing well. But, he does too enjoy returning to his endless expedition, and it's with a joyful, coltish little buck he tears down a hill bordering the Kawani village, and pushes off to take to the sky in the valley below.
It's a little later than he typically travels, with the way the sun is threatening to sweep below the horizon, but he's too absorbed with eagerness to get moving again to worry much with the time. In any case, the evening is beautiful, and he couldn't have asked for much better weather.
Presently, he's gliding over a vast, open plain, his ebony-tipped wings moving to support his weight only occasionally, when his altitude threatens to falter. As he flies, his thoughts begin to drift, and at some point Kalani comes to think he will probably travel all night, having spent most of the day in idleness. But with this realization comes the reality he is nowhere near prepared to do so. He's eaten only sparsely today, and that is a problem he will need to resolve if he intends to go long without resting.
Thinking he may soon turns to a decision he will, and with that Kalani tucks his wings and descends toward the earth below. When he begins nearing the ground, he spreads them again, slowing his fall until he lands in the grass with a soft thud, and reigns his stride from a canter, down to a trot, until he stops entirely several steps later. Once his feet are planted, the stallion lifts his head to survey the area, casting his pale eyes across the landscape with his ears pricked attentively. Tweekend The mare's clustered thoughts were soon interrupted by a large thump in the distance, and naturally she was curious to see what had caused such a noise. Porsche assumed she was alone at this point in time, so maybe she was hearing things? Ah well, it wouldn't hurt to go find the source of the noise. If anything, it would help her get her mind off her worries and thoughts. She quickly turned herself and headed uphill, since the noise seemed to have occurred on the other side of the land's natural lump. She started panting lightly as she increased her speed, but she was glad when she had finally made it to the top of the hill. Surprisingly, at the top the land was nice and flat, and she quickly found the source of the noise! It took her a moment to glide her eyes throughout the empty landscape, but she quickly noticed the stallion-like figure that stood only a few feet away from her! Jeez, was she really this distracted? Either way, the stallion looked as though he was busy, and Porsche wasn't sure how to handle such a situation. Should she approach him? Or should she let him do what he needed to do? A part of her felt jealous, he had a task at hand, and she had nothing! Maybe she could copy him or something... The mare then abruptly shook her head and decided to approach the stallion, since she loved being friendly when possible! There was no reason to avoid making a friend when given an opportunity. "Um, hello there!" she then said, while awkwardly approaching the back of the stallion. She couldn't help but notice similar designs on the stallion's back and legs.. and this detail made her ponder to herself for a moment. Who was this stallion? And what made him familiar? "I hope I am not disturbing you or anything!" Or startling, really! Cihiru The evening is as peaceful down here as it had been up there; little more than a pleasant sort of ordinary meets his eye. He can spot hills rolling lazily far in the distance, and what must be a forest's outer wall situated beyond even that, with nothing but rippling wakes of grass between here and there. The crisp yellow of winter has left them, and the blades are turning a warm sort of deep green under the glow of the setting sun.
He lifts his head, turning his nose on the gentle breeze to test it too. There's a humid crispness in it that warns him of future rain, but it's far off yet, and registers more as recognition than concern. He should have plenty of opportunity before wetness sets in; the worry of finding shelter can be dealt with another time. Aside from that, Kalani scents only the freshness of oncoming spring, and the dampness inherent to evening. All is as it should be; he dips his muzzle to graze, pausing just short of the blades to give them a tentative sniff.
And then a voice shatters what he thought had been his solitude; his ears flick nervously backward. Embarrassed, and admittedly a little startled, the stallion chides himself for being so negligent - but it's an inward notion that does not surface on his features. Still, the voice sounds friendly enough, and he can't begrudge one for being friendly; Kalani is rather social himself.
Putting on a welcoming smile before he turns, the alicorn peers casually over his shoulder and offers a welcoming nod. "Not at all," he assures, then shifting himself to face his greeter more fully. "Was something the matter?" He's doesn't intend to be rude with the inquiry, nor even forward or prying, but he couldn't help noticing what had seemed strikingly like discomfort. If there's anything he can do to help alleviate it, he'd certainly like to offer. And if he's mistaken, then... Hopefully, there's no harm done. Tweekend The stallion's voice was so kind, and Porsche could only stare in awe for a moment, since her random appearance would have bugged many for sure! "Oh, nothing is the matter!" she then answered, with an innocent pout. "I suppose I was selfishly exploring my curiousness, and that is why I came over to see who you were." Usually the mare was confident and comfortable, but she felt held back at the moment. She hadn't had any new social acquaintances in awhile, so that was probably why she was keeping her words composed and simple. "Hm." she then said, while staring closely at the bigger stallion, "You look awfully familiar for some reason. Why is that?" Of course, her question was blunt and obvious, but she was completely confused as to why she was not surprised to the stallion's looks in general. He held something completely familiar, and she was astounded by this fact! "I just can't piece it together, but it feels as if I know you or something.. maybe I am just being strange!" And that wouldn't be an oddity, since the mare was, quite often, random like that! After announcing her question, the mare fixed her footing so that she was more comfortable, and she wisped some of her hair out of her eyes so that she could get a better view of the Soquili that stood in front of her. "Either way, I suppose I should introduce myself! I am Porsche.. who might you be?" Maybe if she got his name, things would make more sense? Porsche was really doing so out of interest, and out of being polite. Even if she were to find out the stallion's name, she couldn't understand how she might have known him! Did that make her a bad individual? Suddenly, she became very flustered with worry! She just couldn't seem to get a break today! Cihiru Content to let the brief silence linger between them, he gives a secretly amused smile in exchange. "There's selfishness in curiosity? I'm certainly glad nobody remembered to inform me!" Goodness knows his lifestyle revolves around the sentiment, and he'd be little more than an embodiment of egotism if it had. Clearly though, he's not bothered by the approach, and is only using jest in hopes of easing her hesitation.
"Hm?" Kalani echos, both making note of her somewhat overt observation, and doing a little casual observing himself. It's nice to be able to put faces with voices, after all, and to be able to recognize them, should he encounter them again. But in all his extensive travels, he's never seen anyone quite like her. Ordinarily, this wouldn't prove especially noteworthy. Individuals are individuals, and he has of course come to expect at least some degree of uniqueness in them. It isn't that which snags his attention though; it's the mark on her chest in particular, the arrow which echoes his own, and those of his siblings.
Someone he met once had commented on his runes. He had been a colt at the time, and had readily reasoned the remark away, thinking them dreadfully ordinary. And here he is years later, much more worldly, and much more aware the markings he bears are almost certainly gifts from his mysterious ghost of a father. Barring his brother and sister, he's never seen anyone else with his arrow 'til now.
Kalani grins knowingly at her inquiry, despite being unable to explain it entirely. "I have an arrow as well," he says nonchalantly, allowing his gaze to drift to her own, sheerly for the sake of indication, and then pulling it back again when she begins offering introductions. "I'm Kalani," he replies, bowing his head until his forelock sweeps over one eye. Tweekend "Kalani.." she then said, while putting the name in her own mind to remember, "the arrows.. that's what it is!" Obviously the stallion was much keener then her, and she only grinned with excitement, since he had noticed what brought them together in familiarness as well. "My father has markings all over him, and I seemed to aquire the exact same ones as he. My brothers have some markings on them as well, but they look more like my mother. Though.. I seemed to snag my mother's wings.." she paused slightly, while realizing she was in a ramble. "But I suppose that's what happens when traits get mixed!" With a cheerful nod, she went back to wondering about Kalani, and decided to pursue asking him about his own life. "And what about you? Do you have any siblings or parents with this marking?" There had to be come of connection.. or was it merely a coincidence? Porsche then realized she had a mystery on her hands, and it was one that she would definitely explain to her father if they both needed some guidance. But, the mare was hopeful that they could figure it out themselves, since she was older now and more able to do such things. "I've always found my dad's marking to be beautiful, he is dark colored like me, but he carries the same markings on his body in an array of rainbows. I think its cool that my markings are pink, since my mother is bright and pink.." So what did that mean for the stallion? "What about your markings, they are of a beautiful blue color. I don't mean to pry.. but did you inherit them specifically from one of your parents?" Porsche then quieted herself, since she pondered if she was being childish or annoying. The stallion in front of her looked so composed and poised, and she was definitely the opposite. She was emitting a certain childishness that many could have interpreted as foolish! "Heh, I tend to talk a lot, forgive me!" she then said, with a light bow. Cihiru It's certainly clear one can't accuse her of being an introvert. Kalani doesn't mind though, and listens quietly to whatever she feels like sharing, offering a smile or an understanding nod now and then. He can't help feeling a little glad for her, too; it sounds to him like her family is a close one. And yes, those things happen - "Sometimes," he adds brightly.
"Mine?" he starts, purposefully creating a pause. One can gather he either hadn't been expecting the inquiry so suddenly, or he's not entirely sure what he'll say. Regardless, he begins again a moment later. "My brother and sister are black, like our mother, but they both have markings like mine. I don't know my father, like you do, but experience leads me to believe those are gifts from him."
Gifts... Kalani has wondered from time to time what he'll say if he ever meets his sire; some very small part of him doesn't think of the figure too kindly. It's tough, raising three children alone, and whoever it is had left his mother to carry that burden alone. That very small part of him resents it; he dearly loves his mother.
But, now, it's neither here nor there. He's not one to be taken in by unsavory notions, and is still smiling cheerfully. "Your guess is as good as mine." They won't get anywhere this way, though, and Kalani has a suspicion. "Tell me, Porsche, do you know a Hokulani?" The stallion has kept close tabs on his family; he knows Hototo has no children, nor has Kali had more, and he certainly has none himself. Lani, though... She'd disappeared shortly after adulthood, off doing whatever it is young mares do when they're taken with youthful whimsy. If she and he are related, it will be through Lani, or his unknown father.
"And there's no need for apologies!" he adds with a decisive nod. Tweekend She listened to the stallion as carefully as she could, and her eyes were telling her reaction since they were even wider then before at this point. The stallion spoke of their markings as gifts, and Porsche found that unbelievable in a sense. He was certainly wise beyond his years, whereas Porsche was still so young and innocent. She had a lot to learn apparently, but she was glad to be learning it from this individual especially. It was also surprising that the stallion did not know his own father, and that made the mare sad for a moment. She couldn't imagine life without her father, so Kalani was certainly strong, wasn't he? Rather then prying on that subject, she only answered his question politely, since she didn't want to upset him in any way. "Hokulani.. I don't think so." Had her father ever mentioned such a name? The mare took a moment to pout her nose and think, and her wings wiggled naturally as she tried hard to remember. "If my father had mentioned such a name, he probably did it quietly, since that's how he is." She paused slightly, while glancing back up at Kalani. "My dad's name is Hesperos, and his father's name is Aurorealis.." she really did love her grandfather, but when she thought about it, who was her father's mother? Maybe she was on to something here? But, at the same time, a part of her wondered if it was even her own business to pry! Instead of attaching herself to such an issue, she only smiled back at the stallion before making any accusations, and decided to use the time they had together to continue on with some delightful conversation. "Is Hokulani someone you know, Kalani?" she then asked, with a calm nod. After repeating both names after one another, she realized they sounded very similar. "Such pretty names.." Her brothers and her had random names themselves, so it was another reason why she couldn't make any accusations! Cihiru If she doesn't know a Hokulani... But he's reluctant to dismiss the possibility entirely; the resemblance is too uncanny, however small. Porsche offers only two names though, and he responds with a very slightly arched brow. "And your grandmother?"
Lani, a grandmother... Suddenly, the stallion is very aware of his age. He doesn't feel ancient, exactly, but it's an odd sensation, realizing one is old enough for his hypothetical children to have children of their own. He hardly knows where the time has gone, and can only imagine how Kali must feel by now. Perhaps he's only just come to know how precious time really is, and how little there is of it.
Now isn't the time for being introspective though; he gives his mane a toss that both jars his thoughts and sweeps his forelock from his eye. "Lani is my sister," he says, grinning a little. "Our brother, Hototo, has stayed in touch, but it's been a long time since I last heard from her." Kalani doesn't sound particularly concerned, like he's quite certain she's a big girl and very capable of taking care of herself, but there's some curiosity there too. He is perhaps like any other brother wondering about his little sister, in that respect.
"Thank you, though I surely can't take the credit." He seems amused by the thought, and grins anew. Tweekend So maybe it was all true! Porsche felt jittery at the thought of discovering family without her father's guidance, and a part of her also felt very mature and intelligent from her mind's gatherings. "You sister, and a grandmother. How awesome!" So, she and Kalani really were related, weren't they? "Hmm.. do you happen to have any children yourself, Kalani?" Her question may have been a bit random, but it was polite enough in sound. She wasn't referring that he was old, of course. "I was just wondering if there was more family out there to meet." With a bouncy grin, the mare then shifted her hooves so that she wasn't as still in her posture. She could stand and act relaxed now, since Kalani wasn't some random stallion or anything! They had a unique connection, and even if Porsche didn't understand it one hundred percent, she knew it was a cool situation to meet some new family! "Oh, did your mother name you all?" she then asked, with a comforting innocence to her voice. "And your brother, what is he like? I can probably guess that he is very kind like yourself!" So Kalani came from a family that sounded structurally similar to her own? One sibling he saw, and one he didn't. "Your family sounds just like mine.. I'm very close with one of my brothers, but there is another that I rarely see." Everhart was distant, but Porsche still loved him! Cihiru It seems she may have misunderstood his intentions; the stallion's expression shifts to a more embarrassed, apologetic grin. "Well, I'm not certain of that." He had meant to ask if she knew her grandmother, but still... If she doesn't, he doesn't doubt it could be Lani after all.
A moment later, he adds "I'd be curious to know if she is, though." His sister, a grandmother... Kalani is still taken aback by the thought; she hadn't even told their mother.
But Porsche's inquiry catches him even more unawares, and in his surprise, he flashes a more sincere smile. It has contentment in it, like he is perhaps not the sort to ache for companionship, and probably doesn't seek a soul as wayward as his. "Not I," he replies, casually. Some day, he may meet someone to change him, but for now, Kalani is more than content to spend his age with only his own whims to guide him.
Courtesy would typically suggest he return the question, but something in her manner discourages him. She seems young; too young, he decides, abandoning the thought in favor of the next she offers. "She did." After all, Kali had been alone in her burden; there was no one else to name them. "And what about yourself?"
He pauses, presumably collecting his thoughts and contemplating his answer. Kalani never has been very good at this; he tends to be rather forward and rash with his thoughts, but describing another takes sincere consideration. "Hoto's steadfast and quiet; something of a loner, I'd say. He watches over a blind boy near the human village."
"Rarely?" he queries afterward, curiously flicking an ear. "He returns occasionally, then?" Tweekend "He.. he is random with his returns. Last time he returned for food, and then fled when he was full!" With a laugh, the mare shook her head before continuing on. "I've been staying by my mother's side recently because there are more children on the way, and Everhart comes and goes I suppose. He is very distant though, and we are always trying to figure out why." It was a pity, really. Porsche and her other brother were quite eccentric in their speech, but that didn't influence Everhart to act any different. She still loved her brother, but it was hard to understand his awkward moments and what not. He was just so.. different! "Awhile ago he asked me for help, since he wanted to regain some social skills and confidence. I hope to help him once the new kids arrive." He probably hated the fact he had to wait for her guidance, and that the new children were the cause of the wait! "Ah, my parents named me and my siblings for our personalities. It worked out well! Must be a parent-child connection." Something she wouldn't understand for awhile! But that was ok. She enjoyed living through her innocence. When Porsche also considered the possibilities of their siblings being linked in personality nature, that made her smile with a hint of hope. "If only our two brothers could meet, they may be able to understand each other better then us to them!" Or anyone to them, really! It was hard for her to understand Everhart's pleas and demands, but life was all about the learning experiences she could find. He really was a tough one, but the mare refused to give up. "Do you have any children of your own?" she then asked, with bright eyes. "Not that I am implying an age difference or anything.. I am just wondering!" A safe giggle then escaped from her mouth, since she refused to come off as rude to the stallion! Cihiru Distant, with sparse returns... Her brother certainly sounds familiar. Allowing himself something of an amused, inward grin, Kalani listens with little more than a singular nod. Only once she comes to a pause does he finally add his reply. "Some of us are like that," the stallion says first, offering a knowing smile. "Do you feel there must be a reason?" He's quite certain he hasn't one; it's neither here nor there though.
"Regardless, I'm sure he understands." Her brother must, if he's even half as close as she seems convinced he is - and that's something he takes for what she says. He has no cause to pretend he knows them, and it's hardly his place to shatter her confidence with possibilities. "Maybe some day," he offers instead, smiling anew... Despite it seeming somewhat unlikely.
Kalani likes to think he has a fine grasp on his family, though... Even if his family does seem only his mother and his brother, at times. He's grown to be quite content with it; there are, after all, others with even less. Certainly, there are times he can't comprehend them, and times he wonders if he has grandparents, or nephews out there somewhere. But Kali and Hoto are his family, not his curiosities, and he can't argue with that.
"Me?" he echos, grinning again. If Porsche isn't set on his having foals of his own, she's doing a respectable job of making it seem like she is; he's certain she's asked once before. "I'm sorry to disappoint your wondering, but I don't." Still, there's no emptiness in it. Kalani doesn't sound unhappy to be both mate-less and foal-less. Tweekend "I really don't know." she then responded, while lowering her eyes to the ground. Sometimes she really wished she could know, since a reason could mean understanding or even helping her brother! She wanted to hope that he could have a bright future, and even make friends! Porsche knew that the best way to deal with her brother was to at least care, and to just watch him as best as she could. "Everyone is blessed with the ability to have their own personality, so all I can guess is that some just choose to be that way?" As usual, she put a positive damper to her words, and she giggled slightly before continuing on. At his reaction to her question on children she could only widen her eyes before shaking her head in a frantic motion. "Oh, I'm not disappointed at all! I was just curious... you never know these days." Goodness, she was already impressed with the stallion, hopefully she didn't give off any harsh feelings by her words. "Why don't we walk while we talk." her proposition was random, but she was starting to get incredibly hot from the sun. "If we could find somewhere with shade, I would truly be thankful with that!" She waited to see what Kalani thought on the idea, but until then remained patient and polite. She was continuously fluttering her wings at this point, since her hair was always a drag in the sun! "So now that summer is approaching, do you have any big plans for yourself?" she grinned as she asked her question, and wiggled her body as she thought about her own summer. "My mother is having more children, so I will be incredibly busy with that!" And she liked that kind of busy, but her body was tense with worry at the same time. "I feel like there is so much pressure, to want to be a good sibling and such. I just hope I can do the part." Yes.. she would have to of course! Cihiru "I don't think I'd say they choose it." He glances thoughtfully skyward, but flicks an ear toward her. "I wonder if there aren't parts of ourselves we are powerless to change," he muses, sounding almost pensive a moment. "Anyway." Refreshing his smile, Kalani pulls his eyes back to her. "Variety is the mark of excitement; it keeps things interesting." This is perhaps his way of saying she probably shouldn't concern herself with things which can't be explained, and that he thinks this a case of it. After all, wondering is one thing, and worrying is another entirely - she strikes him like she may be the sort for the latter.
Maybe that's just his recklessness showing through, though. He's always been this way - Kalani can't remember a time he wasn't thinking 'it'll be fine', regardless of circumstance. It's a mindset his relaxed confidence affords him, and he presently has no real desire to change it.
Instead of contemplating it, the stallion gives a delayed nod at her suggestion. He had actually come here in preparation for his impending journey, expecting to steal a while and graze, but supposes now no harm will come from parting already. That's something he decides he will attend later, allowing him to invest the present in finding her someplace to rest.
He puts one hoof forward, pausing mid-step to glance toward her. "I never did get the hang of that planning thing." Kalani extends a wing, and gives it a dismissive, flapping flex. "Souls like mine don't have much use for it." He means to say he is wayward, never really coming, and always going. Where, he never knows, and often, that is just the way he likes it.
"Why worry over a part you've done already?" He gives her a lofty, teasing huff before resuming his stride. Tweekend Kalani was so relaxed as he spoke, and Porsche was truly learning quite a bit about confidence and pride. He was an interesting stallion, and he was also very wise! She found herself silent when he would speak, since she was afraid she would miss a word of advice or truth! Her commitment to the conversation was probably entertaining for him, since she was probably taking it way too seriously. But having fun was her thing, and she was truly having a good time now. She would enjoy the conversation as it continued to last, for sure! "Ah, so you just go?" she giggled a bit, while totally seeing that trait in the male. "If you just leave though, who will you say bye to?" Porsche was rather organized whenever she went to do a task of some sort that required an absence, but Kalani seemed the opposite! "Next time you leave make sure you give me a fair warning, because when you return I will make sure I give you a good greeting!" To come back and have no greeting at all would be.. sad. She didn't want any sadness at all, so she would most definitely fill the part! Plus, she wanted to by the cheerleader as usual! At his last words, Porsche could only smile with closed eyes, while then shaking her head. "I appreciate that, and it may be that I have been a good sibling in the past. But I am older now, and they will be younger. I like to think of myself as somewhat childlike, but hm." she paused, while wondering why she was considering it anyways. "It makes me wonder if I can be a good mother one day, but I don't find the same enjoyment in children as my mother does. So I suppose that worries me." There, she was honest, and although embarrassed with her words, she figure Kalani would most definitely have some advice. "I love family, so so much. But training to be a mother or whatever.. I am much too young for those sorts of things! You didn't have to train to be a father ever, did you?" She glanced at him, while returning a calm smile to her face. "You probably don't need training, you've got a good handle on everything it seems!" Cihiru Well, that is indeed an interesting question. "I suppose I don't say goodbyes to anyone," he answers, glancing thoughtfully skyward.
It hasn't always been this way. Once, as a foal, Kalani would have insisted he'd have friends everywhere he went. If there were none, he would have made some... rabbits, if he had to! He had been very close to his family, and never would have fathomed leaving them for as long as he does now. If asked, he would have said he'd give farewells to everyone, and make rounds to visit them all now and again.
But then, that had been then, and this is now. He's not the young foal with lofty dreams he once was. He never made those friends across the countryside. Kalani can't name any rabbits, and would be hard-pressed to say how long it's been since he visited his mother the time before last. He's not sure when, nor why it happened, but he is more distant now, even if he never stopped loving his family. It's funny how things work out that way, but he can't complain; the stallion is quite content with the lot he's forged in life.
Truthfully, he hardly minds returning to solitude. "Oh? I will... Supposing I can find you," Kalani teases casually, veiling its several facets as he pulls his eyes back to her.
The jesting tone is something he doesn't press; it sounds now like she has relatively serious concerns for him. "You're over-thinking it." He nods resolutely, glancing once over their surroundings. "Young or old, it doesn't matter. You'll know what to do when it comes to it." This is perhaps not something he would say to everyone, but he does have faith she can handle it.
Parenting, however, is another matter entirely. When Kalani looks back to her, his expression might be a shade more serious than before. "I suspect there's more to being a mother than enjoyment," he starts, still pacing forward. A pause follows; it's neither uncomfortable, nor long, but this is not his forte, and it seems it's showing. "I also suspect love, patience, and a desire to raise foals right may be more important."
But then, he wouldn't know much about that; it's little better than secondhand experience he's using now. Lightheartedness is something which comes much more easily; he can't help a gentle chuckle as she continues. "There's no rush! Besides, I have the impression parenting isn't really something one can practice for." Her endeavors in sibling adventures might come close, but Kalani has no younger brothers and sisters to judge from.
Instead, he only laughs good-naturedly as she finishes. "I can't say I've concerned myself with bothering. I don't think I'm ready for a family of my own just yet. Thank you, though - I certainly hope so!" Tweekend Porsche liked to pride herself on effort; she was always concerned with other's issues and circumstances, and she was committed to everyone even more then herself! "Well, I would somehow make it easy for you to say goodbye! Its what I do, trust me." she nodded reassuringly before flicking her tail in delight. "You may not be used to someone as energetic about family as me, but I really am happy to search around until I give you a proper goodbye or greeting. Call me crazy, but I enjoy every second of it." After giving her plea, she only sighed contently before listening to his words about parenting. She had to admit, she was jealous of Kalani! He was so laid back and cool, and he didn't seem bothered by much! "Ah see, this is exactly why you'd be fine in whatever you do. You are much more relaxed then I am, its the same trait my father posses. Or maybe its a stallion thing.." she then blinked slightly, before wiggling her nose with a laugh. "Either way, its something I may work on, even if to save some mind-energy!" Love and patience wouldn't be a problem for Porsche, but everything Kalani described sounded much easier in words. "Heh, there is an enjoyment that comes from raising children, and I guess no one really knows what its like until it happens. That's the real beauty to everything though, I suppose!" She liked to think that, at least. It made life simplistic, and happier as well! "So far you have given me amazing advice, and maybe you haven't even realized it! I just wish there was some kind of advice or words that I could give you. I'm not very talented really, I'm just bouncy and loud. Not that I am complaining though, I am very good at keeping myself entertained." And everything was much more exciting her way, and through her eyes. "But still.. you've helped me discover a family mystery, and also help me discover some other life lessons. How can I ever repay that?" Cihiru Somehow, she says... Kalani hasn't heard words as unabashedly enthusiastic as those since... Well, since he was a foal himself, he notes a little dryly. "You're crazy," the stallion quips, nonchalant. It's a good, admirable sort of crazy though - there's far worse in the world she could be passionate about. Or, like him, she could be passionate about nothing at all. That may be worse yet.
"Don't get the wrong idea," he adds, pausing with a chuckle. "Saying and doing are two different things entirely." At least, that's what he tells her. Honestly, he'd like to believe she's right. That he'll be fine, regardless of his endeavor. He doesn't though. Kalani has a shred of doubt, born of inexperience and uncertainty he suspects will never really go away. It's part of living, learning, and making mistakes - and he wouldn't want it any different.
"I bet life is more exciting your way." He offers an amiable grin, declining to make further remark. It may be true that's the 'real beauty' in everything, but Kalani doubts he has much experience with it one way or the other, and doesn't hazard a guess.
"There's nothing to repay." The stallion gives his head a dismissive shake, but he's still smiling. "And if you insist, I'll say you've done plenty in humoring a rogue like me. I do have one request, though. If your family say they do know Lani, I'd like to know." His mother would too, no doubt. He's not sure he'll tell her while it's still a 'maybe'. Tweekend "Well, my life isn't THAT amazing." she then added, while twirling on her hoof in a playful manner. "I am just always full of energy for some reason, so everything is a big deal you know!" Like meeting Kalani for example, she would definitely remember such an experience! Even if they weren't actually related, she would still be thrilled to have some sort of connection to him. He was a new friend, and a new memory to keep hold of. At his request, she only nodded her head eagerly, since it was one she could fulfill for both their benefits. If there really was more family our there for her to meet, she would definitely find them so the truth could come out. Plus, that meant more soquili to meet! "I will ask them as soon as I see them." she then said, with a promising expression. "And I will tell them of you, and your kindness. I'm sure my siblings will be jealous." A pouted expression met her lips, and she puffed her shoulders out a bit, since she was feeling proud about that. Her siblings weren't as social as her, so she had the advantage to always meeting others. "I once again want to thank you, since I think I will take my leave for now. You've gotten me all excited about this family ordeal, so I want to see if its true." she then paused, since she was feeling a bit sad at the idea of leaving her new friend. "But leaving give me a reason to come find you again, so I won't give up on that!" With a confident flick of her hair, the mare the jumped a bit to show her usual enthusiasm. "Again, it has been awesome meeting you, Kalani. And I will definitely fulfill your request and find out what I can about Lani." And with that, she backed up a bit, but still watched the stallion so that she could remember what he looked like exactly. She refused to forget him, even if she was sort of spastic in her mind! "Again, thank you so much, Kalani." she then said, while slowly making a leave of the area. Cihiru "That's just modesty, you know." He eyes her with suspicious disbelief, but looks too kindly and too neutral to seem truly accusing. "Besides," he says, giving his mane an idle toss. "Nobody said big deals were a bad thing. So long as they're not the unfortunate sort, of course." Even if he doesn't cross one like the sort to make a 'big deal' of much of anything. He's far too laid-back and impassive for that, even if he had been an excitable foal.
"I'm sure you will," he agrees. But Kalani is ever quick to refuse compliments, and makes it clear very shortly he'd meant only her initial remark. "Don't boast too highly of me." Gustily, he huffs a dismissive snort. "I haven't done much to deserve it."
Allowing his slight discomfort to surface for the first time, he flicks his tail, sending it into an agitated sway. These compliments sincerely are a bit excessive for the likes of him. "You still have too much flattery," he reprimands, settling into something more closely resembling sternness. Kalani doesn't have it in him to be angry, though - especially not over something as kindhearted as that - and it isn't particularly sharp on his features. "Sincerely though, I'm glad to have met you, and look forward to your finding me again." His seriousness fades in a soft chuckle.
"Farewell, Porsche." Allowing her what he thinks is a considerate length of observation, the stallion turns, gathers his limbs beneath himself, and tears across the meadow at a gallop. Not even halfway to what she'd see as the horizon, he pushes up, taking wing and fading into the distance.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:23 pm
8.04 Fishing for a Solution: Ti'ran, A'ier & Vieno
Dovaxy Vieno had been wandering around the ocean, enjoying the thick, salty air and the call of the seagulls overhead. She'd always enjoyed the ocean, ever since the first day she'd come to explore with a friend. The thought of horses living underwater intrigued her and she hoped someday she'd meet another. Sadly, the whole trip wasn't bright and enjoyable, for before long Vieno ventured upon a small pool of water surrounded by rocks and strange green growth. Just as she was about to carry on, something caught her eye... it was dull brown and silvery, but it sparkled beneath the surface of the water and it was... moving! Quickly moving over to the side of the pool, Vieno cocked her head to the side and peered at the water. It seemed there was a fish in this small pool! How it'd gotten there she really didn't know...
At first the mare examined the fish, staring down at its dorsal fin, it's long pointy jaw and its sad looking eyes. It wasn't a small fish, looked to be about 20 lbs and it certainly looked trapped in the small pool. The thought of eating the thing never crossed her mind because she was a horse... of course. What did cross her mind was the fact that the fish must have been lonely, it was probably missing its family and it didn't have room to even swim around anymore. The question of how the fish had gotten in this predicament crossed her mind once again but she eventually decided it didn't really matter. It was then she decided she wanted to help the poor fish, get it back in the water but... there was one question left unanswered... how...?
If she didn't want to scare it she couldn't just scoop it up out of the water and toss it in the ocean... not to mention it had sharp, spike-like objects on its back that she didn't really want to get involved with. Not only that but its fins themselves looked sharp and the mare didn't really want to start a bloody battle. Leaving it there was not an option, if she was trapped she would have wanted help! It was so unfair, sometimes things happened for no obvious reason and it seemed there was nothing one could do. Well, Vieno wasn't going to be defeated so easily! She'd find a way to help the fish and she'd do it quickly... well, at least she hoped she would...
So, the mare stood there and tried to think... but her mind kept drawing blanks. What a lovely start to a beautiful spring day this was... Cihiru It's been a rather long time since this unlikely duo has made it here, out into the plains on the ocean's border. They can hear waves washing up against the shore from their current vantage, courtesy of the breeze carrying its soothing rhythm. There's the tangy smell of salt and water on it, and what the wolf suspects are hints of a distant rain. He's unconcerned though, and neither does his companion seem bothered. The scene is too calm and peaceful to be disturbed by such an interruption, and it seems almost a shame they've stayed away so long.
Still, neither have forgotten why, and it's not likely they will any day soon. Even if the unicorn has shrouded himself in isolation for months now, holed away in his forest abode. For once, A'ier has not denied him the notion. And yet here they are, meandering through the grasses, with A'ier pausing now and then to tip his muzzle and scent whatever has caught his interest. Ti'ran is drifting between leading the way, and following at the canid's side, looking far less broody, and far more stoic than he had when his hooves last touched the open fields.
Their travels today have been almost entirely quiet until now, but the wolf seems heedless of precedent, and peers over his shoulder with a glance Ti'ran knows he means to break the silence. There's a disinterested stare; A'ier ignores it quite pointedly, and then a grin curls his maw. "Ran," he starts conversationally.
"No." It's a cold, blunt reply to which A'ier is far too accustomed... But it's too late now, and they both know it; Ti'ran's neutrality creases with a frown, and the wolf's amusement only broadens. Anyone could see why; the source is situated on the beaches just below, looking quite like a Soquili standing in what has become their invisible path. Ti'ran is decidedly less amused. He's too used to the antics to do much more than sigh though, even as A'ier pulls slightly ahead, weaving toward her. This isn't the first occasion, and he's quite certain it won't be the last.
The canine's approach is rather lackadaisical, and is anything but silent for it; he shuffles deliberately through the sand, forging stealth in an attempt to convey his attentions. He may be a predator, but he's not hunting; his tail gives a lazy, sweeping wag as he pulls near, and calls a greeting. "Good afternoon," he says at first, stopping a comfortable distance off while Ti'ran pulls up the rear. Dovaxy Yep... blanks were about the only thing she was drawing and it was sad because the poor fish seemed to suffer as she stood there. Vieno felt horrible, she wanted to help and she didn't know how, it was one of those times where thought didn't really count. Thinking wouldn't transport the fish to the ocean and thinking wouldn't get its family back. Sighing, the mare looked down at the water the fish seemed stuck in, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her back. Oh no, at that moment she had another horrible thought, what if the sun dried up the pool of water! She couldn't let that happen, she couldn't let the fish slowly lose its only means of survival. Think, think, think, she told herself as she raked her brain for anything.
Now, Vieno had been wrapped up in her own little problem so she failed to notice the two strangers creeping up on her. What she did notice was the sound of somebody's voice, it snapped her out of her thoughts and caused her to jump backwards. Nearly tripping over a rock caused her to yelp and question as to why she was always so incredibly clumsy. Lifting her head slowly to smile at the newcomer, Vieno sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm terribly clumsy and I was... well, I didn't notice you were coming!" The mare flushed, knowing she was a little blockheaded at times and must have looked pretty bad to anyone who didn't know her well. Not that she really knew anyone all that well around here...
Suddenly a thought occurred to her, perhaps these newcomers could help her save the fish! Trotting back to her original place she peered down at the water and blinked, "I found a fish..." she said, still smiling. It was obvious she was a very optimistic and happy sort of mare. "I know we just met but... do you think you could help me save it? It looks unhappy," she pouted, knowing she wouldn't have wanted to be separated from the world she knew and loved. If she lived in the ocean she would have wanted to be there all the time! Thinking about it was a bit strange considering she didn't live there and never would... but empathy was key, was it not?
Suddenly it dawned on her, she'd just asked two complete strangers to help her save... a fish. Chances were, they were going to think she was a complete and utter idiot who had nothing better to do. Well... they could think what they wanted, so long as the fish lived to see tomorrow! Cihiru Openly dubious and amused, A'ier gives a deliberate blink, and then his head cants a fracture to one side. She certainly isn't very cautious; it's a good thing he hasn't a taste for Soquilis, and Ran is of the kind-natured, unicorn persuasion, despite his detached demeanor.
"No need for apologies," the wolf replies, his expression giving way to a renewed grin. "I can't help thinking you're probably fortunate nothing worse found you first, though." His tone is jesting; it should be obvious he means nothing cruel by it.
Ti'ran is only just coming up behind him, pausing eventually a few lengths off. His ears are rolled forward with alert attentiveness, but he has a stand-offish posture about him, only accented by those steeled, ice-blue eyes he turns to rest on her. The way he stands off to one side, situated beside the wolf makes it only more obvious they are as opposite as night and day; the wolf is clearly the social half of this unlikely duo.
He is apparently less guarded too; the unicorn remains impassively silent at her inquiry, but A'ier's amusement fades to something more neutral as he traces her gaze. "What's the problem?" he queries as his paws pull him several steps nearer.
It's a mostly rhetorical question; 'the problem' is plain enough now that he can see it. He just has difficulty feeling moved by it. As a carnivore, on occasion, A'ier consumes fish. He's compelled only by courtesy now, and that, at least, is not something Ti'ran is entirely out of touch with. One can see the unicorn eying the pool with what may be assumed is contemplation.
His first thought is to dig it out; the pool is not so far it would be impossible to make a trench between it and the ocean. Only one between them is even remotely suited to digging though, and this is not his idea of an ideal choice, despite it currently being his only choice. He pushes past it, allowing his eyes to trace the tree line in the distance as his mind drifts through considerations.
Something seems to occur between the two; they meet gazes, and then the wolf looks to her while the unicorn makes to step away. "I will find something to remove it," a new voice remarks. It's smooth, low, and entirely unemotional - a tone suited to the dark equine to which it belongs. A'ier contrasts him again in the way he lingers behind, offering Vieno a warm smile. "Will you come?" the wolf queries with an idle flick of his tail. Dovaxy Vieno didn't mind that the stallion behind the wolf was silent and didn't seem to want to attract much attention. She'd met many a Soquili by now and she had found that everybody was different and some just didn't like to speak. There was nothing wrong with that really, other than the fact that Vieno was the peanut gallery herself and her mouth never stopped talking. Well, that wasn't entirely true considering she liked to let others get their words in before she tried to go off and add her input.
The wolf had been the one that approached first and the mare only smiled, she'd met a wolf before and although a bit cranky... she had been fairly nice. What had startled her though was the wolf's comment about her finding somebody, it seemed he wanted her to fear something most likely wolves. She often tried to give everyone and everything the benefit of the doubt but the mare didn't quite understand... weren't wolves normally a friendly sort? Vieno was naive and she didn't really know it, she thought the world was made of rainbows and beautiful flowers. Luckly, she could accept that some of the world wasn't as nice as she liked to think it was. So, still grinning she nodded her head, "I suppose you're right, would have been a nasty situation if somebody with no intention of helping appeared!" Now she was telling him the only reason she should have been unfortunate was if somebody who didn't want to help left her there to fend for the fish herself.
"The poor fish is stuck," Vieno sighed and answered, not realizing there was no real need to answer. She stared down at the pool of water, studying the fish for a long moment before speaking once again. "I want to help it... it might miss its family," she sighed again, keeping her head down. She seemed to miss the glance between the two and jumped slightly upon hearing the new voice. The surprise didn't last long, in no time she was once again smiling and thanking the two.
The wolf's question stumped her, was she to go with them and leave the fish? It felt a bit like abandoning it but she wasn't entirely sure. "Do you think it'll be okay if I... if I go with you..?" the mare asked quietly. The fish would be safe for a few more moments... wouldn't it? Cihiru The mare's reply is something A'ier openly affords disgruntled amusement; a flicker of indigence flits across his typically jesting features. "You must live in quite the fairy tale, if that's your gravest concern," he remarks, teasingly. Nevermind it's ironic of him to be saying so, with this world he lives in. He has things more pressing than irony to worry himself with. Things like how... obvious she is, and how she probably isn't the best in cahoot for his favorite pastime. For now, it seems he'll be forced to put his teasing 'Ran on hold. For the fish, of course - her statement reminded him.
"It was okay before you found it, wasn't it?" Of course it was; he nods at her, grinning. "It'll be fine now, too." There's a pause, and a sideways glance he directs toward her, then he adds "Not to say you have to if you'd rather not, though." Even if she isn't likely to save it just by watching and hoping.
The unicorn is obviously unconcerned with the lot of it. He still has his back turned toward them and is pacing away, albeit slowly. It gives one the impression he may be waiting, but for which of them is left to the imagination; he says nothing still.
A'ier stares at his back a moment, frowning very faintly. The stallion has always been unsocial. Chilly, even, but this... This is most certainly a step in the wrong direction; Ris'hin hasn't been doing his efforts any favors, and this first venture back into social interaction isn't transpiring quite the way he might have hoped. Briefly, he glances between the two equines. "I'm A'ier, by the way." Had the darker been looking at the wolf, he would have seen a very pointed stare.
He wasn't, though, and isn't still. "Ti'ran," he says anyway, not bothering to turn around, but pausing nevertheless. Dovaxy She lived in a fairy tale? Why were so many insults thrown her way nowadays? When she'd first arrived here she'd met many friends and now she was some strange mare deserving of insults. Had she changed that much in the short time it had been? Her face seemed to fall for a moment, the comment making her cheery personality fade if only for a moment. Quickly returning to her optimistic attitude the mare grinned, "I'd rather be in a fairy tale than a living nightmare!"
The wolf was right though, the fish would be fine for a few more minutes while they went off to find something. Although, it would have been nice if one had stayed to keep the poor thing company. Fair was fair, they offered to help her, so she'd help them find something to help her with. Then again... she could have left the wolf with the fish to watch it.... No, she quickly dismissed that thought, a wolf and a fish together didn't seem like such a good idea. For one thing, Vieno wanted to get the fish home to its family, not a nice new home in the pit of a wolf's stomach. Decisions, decisions... this one didn't take her too long, for after a moment of silence, the mare nodded, okay, she'd go!
She quickly trotted to catch up with the silent stallion, she didn't want him to feel left out. After peering at him silently she realized they'd both given up their names, so smiling she replied, "You both have lovely names! I'm called Vieno, but if you can make a nickname out of that feel free to use it." She giggled and looked up to the sky, it was bright, sunny, a beautiful day, she just hoped her new fish friend felt the same way about the sunshine... Cihiru The wolf's traveling so long alone with the thick-skinned Ti'ran is perhaps showing badly now; he hadn't intended insult with his remark, and sincerely hadn't expected she'd take any. He's accustomed to spotting subtle shifts in expression though, having practiced on the unicorn's stoic visage, and catches hers with an experienced eye. Surprising him some, it sobers his inclination to tease; he offers a genuine smile instead. "So would I. Maybe some day you'd be willing to share your secret?" A'ier has a casual nonchalantness about him; he leaves the suggestion to dangle aimlessly, abandoning it as he turns to pace along behind them.
Ti'ran resumes his pace, seemingly indifferent to the discomfort he can feel flit between them. It would probably be awkward if he weren't; the wolf has come to expect it, having learned long ago his social plights are solo endeavors.
He could do worse, anyway - the occasion is so rare, he's probably lucky the unicorn has no fondness for teasing. Not that he'd ever say as much; in A'ier's opinion, his wit and good-humored nature are unparalleled. He doesn't mention it though, and Ti'ran is too quiet and too apathetic to remark of his own accord.
Instead, nodding vaguely, the unicorn turns a courteous eye on her as she nears. "Thank you," he says simply, somehow earnest, polite, and chilly simultaneously. But A'ier is as unconcerned with the sentiment as Ti'ran is with being conversational; he's already interjecting his thoughts on the matter. "Vieno... Vieno... Vieno..." he repeats, part to himself, and part aloud, unabashedly musing. "Vi... Can I call you Vi?" He tosses her a questioning glance. "Feel free to call him 'Ran, he doesn't mind."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 9:22 pm
8.06 Unnamed: Wind Gypsy & Vytali
AIM Cihiru The heat of midday is long past, and the sun has already begun to dip below the horizon. Before long, it will disappear entirely, but for now the sweeping plains are bathed in the otherworldly glow of its receding light. Grassy stalks, green with a spring freshness that hasn't quite left them, sway lazily in the fading breeze, and one can hear the evening's last chirps drifting along with it. Soon, the avians will hole up for the night to come, and the chorus will die, with what wind there is following not long after, but for now, the evening is pleasantly welcoming. The thunderous pound of galloping hooves breaks the calm stillness. Startled, a flock of birds takes wing and pushes through the forest canopy, and the woods fall into silence, save for that quick and unrelenting rhythm. The equine's breaths come heavily, with an almost tired raggedness; it must have been running for quite some time before now. One must wonder why, though - it has wings, tucked snugly against its sides, and quite obviously not in use... but the alarm in its aqua eyes suggests it's not running for pleasure. It stops, finally, settling along the edge of a babbling stream with great breaths of air. Lifting its horned head - or her head, one can see now, despite her surprisingly great size - she surveys the area, testing the increasingly still air for signs of her pursuer. When she finds none, she lowers it, extends a wing, and turns her muzzle to inspect it. A splotch of blood dampens her side where the wing had been pressed against it, left behind by what seems to be a tear in the muscle. It's deep enough to look quite painful - this must be the reason she had been running, and not flying - but she does not wince or cower. She just dips her head, tipping her golden horn toward the wound amidst her tattered feathers, her eyes closing in concentration. A warm glow emits from it, faintly at first, with increasing intensity. Vashtya Vytali was enjoying a rare quiet moment, munching idly on some sweet grasses. He might be a quarter kalona, but he'd never had the urge to eat meat. He did, however, have a particularly strong sense of smell, especially in regards to things like blood. Nostrils quivering, he made his way towards the sharp, metallic scent, pace unhurried. If the creature was mortally wounded, his presence wouldn't change its passing, one way or the other. Coming up out've a small dip in the otherwise flat landscape, Vyt stopped, completely taken aback by what he saw--he'd found where the smell of blood was coming from, but he'd never seen anything like the mare's own glowing horn. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever even heard of such a thing! He didn't like to think of himself as easily impressed, but that was downright amazing. Making his way closer, he couldn't help but notice the light get brighter, and as it did so, the smell of fresh blood grew a little bit weaker. Very interesting. "How do you do that?" It wasn't his most clever of questions, but he really wasn't overly concerned with how clever she thought she was--and besides, unless she'd noticed his approach, she'd probably jump at the sound of his voice. Cihiru This mare is no unicorn, and for her, the task is not a simple one. A great deal of her depleted energy must be dedicated to it, and she knows she cannot afford to be caught by danger in a state of such delicacy. Despite her precise focus, she is alert, and her ears are quivering with the nervousness of an equine recently alarmed. Moments pass. The wound has begun to mend at its base, repairing bloody tears as the glow brightens. Her breaths have finally started resembling normalcy, but her eyes are still closed, and her brows knit in what one may assume to be increasing effort. Even as steps near what is temporarily her clearing by the river, they do not open. Those are not the footfalls of a predator, and she can't spare their owner her attention. An ear twists toward the voice as it breaks her solitude. "Excuse me a moment," she replies, her expression unchanging, but her voice as smooth and politely cordial as one would expect from a creature so young and kind-looking as she. The mare persists with her task, tending to it until the muscle has healed, and skin once again closes over it. Her feathers are still ragged, and no doubt she will be land-bound for a while, but she could have been worse for wear. All things considered, it really ended rather well. She's left her new company in silence far longer than properness allows, though. Embarrassed, she finally turns her eyes on him, her expression full of apologetic sincerity. "I hope you'll forgive me if I'm not quite certain how to answer your question. I'm afraid it would be akin to describing flight to one without wings," she answers, dipping her head in apology. Vashtya Shutting his mouth, Vytali watched her finish, eyes narrowed with concentration as he tried to figure it out--he wasn't used to being unable to do something. While he'd never be so easily won over as to be awed by it, he had to confess, even if only to himself, that it was a skill that was...rather impressive. "That makes sense, I suppose." Shaking his head, he studied her a bit more closely. She was winged, and had what appeared to be patches of scales covering parts of her body--he'd never seen a soquili with scales before, and her wings were feathered, like his mother's. After waiting for a moment for her to explain what had caused the injury to begin with, he cocked his head to the side, eyes glinting with mischief, anticipating an awkward response. "Lose a fight?" Cihiru Healing is a sensation beyond words, and truthfully, she doubts she could have managed it. But he doesn't press for explanation, and that is a realization she can take with sincere relief. Having determined as much, she turns to regard him, her eyes curious, and her head tucked with the faintest hint of reservation. "My name is Wind Gypsy, by the way," she says after a moment's pause, offering it before she recounts her tale. "And no, I wouldn't say as much." Shifting elegantly, the mare tucks her wing to her side, brushing it - and the tattered feathers - out of sight. "A few wolves thought to make a meal of a foal," she adds, frowning in distaste. Clearly, Windy is no believer in survival of the fittest. She is a mare of considerable size and build, paying tribute to her draft heritage, and it seems she has no qualms with using it to protect her own. "As for you, sir?" She gives him a kind, but shy smile. It's the warm sort of smile one knows is hiding something more. "What brings you to this humble stream?" Vashtya "Vytali." He replies, eyeing her curiously. She seems unperturbed--an unusual reaction, and not quite what he was expecting. However, aside from a quick, almost unnoticeable blink, his expression remains open, and somewhat amused. However, as she describes the scene, his eyes narrow slightly. It would be hard to notice, unless one knew him well. "What possessed you to do that?" He struggled to keep his tone light, and unaffected--after all, it's not like he has any personal stake in the well-being of some youngster. He just wondered why someone would stop to risk their life for someone they didn't even know, that was all. Shaking his head, as if to clear his mind, he recovered his equilibrium, shifting his wings in what could be interpreted as an equine shrug. "I spend a good deal of time wandering, and just happened to be passing by, as it happened." Cihiru "Vytali," she repeats with an acknowledging nod, but nothing more. There is no 'well met'. No bows. Not even words of polite, often false sincerity. She is a mare of her word, and of careful consideration - and far be it from her to offer judgment so lightly. But she is also patient, and understanding, and affords his inquiry with an earnestness she feels it deserves. "Nothing possesses me, Vytali." Again, that soft, mysterious smile. "I did it because I feel it is right. As the wolves deserve to eat, so does a foal deserve to live." Briefly, she glances away from him, her eyes flicking toward the fish drifting in the stream. They seem so heedless... She wonders, do they feel compassion for each other, as she does for her kin? No, likely not. Whether a lack of such 'foolishness' is above or below her, she doesn't know, but neither does she care. She knows it is right, and just, and she knows she should protect it whenever she's able. "Would you not have wanted the same when you were young and helpless?" she queries at last, turning her eyes on him with the faintest hint of mischief. Vashtya Vytali paused, sharp riposte lost. It wasn't that he didn't understand compassion--but it wasn't an emotion he extended to any and all of his kind--there were very few he'd consider risking himself for. Aside from that, he tended to believe that nature had its own course...but, he supposed there might be an exception to that, too--he'd just had yet to find himself in such a situation. However, he'd be lying if he said he didn't find her viewpoint a little on the strange side, to say the least. "Perhaps. But if the rescue hadn't gone smoothly, then there'd be two victims, rather than one." His tone was matter-of-fact, but his expression was faintly challenging--what would her response be? Cihiru She had expected as much from him. It's a caution she understands, and can even empathize with sometimes, but... "If, you say." Windy dips her head, casting him an ornery glance. "I will take my chances over living in fear of 'if's." Her tone is sincere enough though; there's no doubt of her earnestness. "Besides," she says, snorting softly. "I won't speak for yours, but my conscience isn't so heedless I can watch calamity and choose to do nothing about it." She doesn't mean to challenge his morals, though - her tone is rather airy. Teasing, almost. Vashtya Vytali grinned, not at all offended--he was difficult to rebuke...and something about her tone made him uncertain it even had really been one. "Touche." He wasn't quite sure if she was youthfully foolish, or just incredibly noble...and to be honest, whichever it was, it amused him (and perhaps, just a little bit, he respected her for it.). "But then," he started, a gleam of mischief appearing in his own eyes. "if one lives their life looking out for everyone suffering from a 'calamity', one would hardly have time to spare to live their own life...there's always going to be someone in trouble." Cihiru A draw is, of course, a mark in her favor. The mare returns his grin with a smile, belying her amusement in it. She's careful to measure it though, maintaining evenness in her expression, lest her humor cast doubt on her honesty. "And what is it you propose one does to define her time as being 'lived for her own life'?" Whether this is jest, or curiosity is left to his imagination - her tone is surprisingly unhelpful. Vashtya Vytali simply grinned more widely. "You know," he began "things like finding a lifemate, raising foals...even, sometimes, just taking time to revel in the life you've been given--if you're always watching out for the well-being of anyone you come across, you'd never find time for those things." He looked at her sideways, expression almost coy as he waited to hear her response. Cihiru Truth be told, Windy does indeed have little opportunity for such affairs. She's never taken any real interest in them either, though, and that may be more fair an accusation. "Is that all?" she returns, feigning disappointment. And yet, neither does she have any particular objection. She can admit, her family isn't so perfect as that; but she isn't so unromantic the idea doesn't appeal to her, should she actually take the time to consider it. "Vytali, what ever gave you the impression one can't do both?" The mare pauses briefly, but continues. "I must confess, though, I've yet to feel the desire to 'live my own life', judging by your suggestions." Not to say she's never enjoyed a moment, or done something just because she could - but reveling counts for only one of his points, and it sounds more fitting this way. "Do you take your own advice?" Vashtya Raising an eyebrow, Vyt stared at her a moment. Hadn't she been listening to him? "You were the one who stated that you couldn't watch calamity and choose to do nothing about it--the point I was making," He was looking just a little smug, at this point, "is that there's always going to be someone suffering 'calamity'..so no, it's not really possible to live your life in that fashion and still balance a full one of your own." he shrugged. For someone who was so impassive about a lot of things, he was surprisingly full of opinions, on this particular subject. "And yes, I do--while I've not settled down yet, or found someone I could bear alongside me the rest of my life, I most assuredly live the life I please." This said with an almost rueful grin--he realized, even acknowledged that he was somewhat self-centered...but then, there was no one at that time, aside from perhaps his family, who he had any desire to assign importance to. Cihiru She smiles at him, unperturbed - a curiously patient, amused, and mischievous expression. "And if that is the way one desires to live her life? If she considers it 'full'?" The mare cants her head ever so slightly, her thick forelock sweeping across one eye. "But yes, I did. I did not, however, say I go looking for it... I'm not so selflessly noble." This is perhaps not a point she's especially proud to admit, lover of justice that she is, but she doesn't look regretful either. Like it's something she sees as inevitable, and understands it well enough to take comfort in it. Seeming like the sort to enjoy who she is - though not without striving for betterment - it isn't particularly surprising. "You're no picture of your suggestions either," she teases, grinning more openly. "Only bear, though? You don't make your expectations sound like much. And I'm curious," the draft adds, settling back into sincere serenity. "What is it you consider qualifying as 'living the life you please'?" Vashtya Vytali laughed outright, shaking his head. "Perhaps. But while I'd agree that everyone has different interests, and even values, I'd still argue that there's a degree of selflessness that becomes unhealthy." This said with a shrug, his usual nonchalance showing through. He did, however, incline his head as she continued, acknowledging that she'd made her point, as well. When she switched, teasingly bringing up his own description, he chuckled. "Well, I mean, as long as she provides me with healthy foals..." he trailed off mischieviously, turquoise eyes glinting with a healthy sense of mischief. Cihiru "I suspect self interest - and health - aren't particularly the intention in selflessness," she reminds, her tone unabashedly humored. The mare does comprehend his sentiments, and doesn't really even disagree with him, but she does feel pushing too far in the opposite direction can be unhealthy too, if not even more damaging. Still, she can respect other values, including his. She returns the gesture with a subtle, elegant nod, moving amicably onto the remark which follows. "You will tolerate her if she bears you healthy foals?" Windy reiterates the statement with a generous dose of amusement, and the faintest hint of teasing disbelief; her ears flick backward to accentuate it. "Either your aims aren't as low as you enjoy letting on, or you're looking in all the wrong places." Vashtya Vytali concedes defeat, his easy, arrogantly amused expression giving way to genuine amusement as he laughs uproariously-a rarity, for a stallion who usually deigns only to chuckle, or snicker. "Indeed, I'd imagine you're right." Still chortling, he shook his head. As she continues, his expression slides easily into one of sly amusement. "What's so unreasonable about that? Healthy foals are an important part of life!" His expression was hard to read, a convincing look of fervent belief ruined only by the barest hint of amusement in his gaze. Really, if that were all that he was looking for in a mare, he'd have foals underfoot all over the place. "And what about you? Don't you have any desire to eventually have foals of your own?" Cihiru Laughter is infectious, even to her reigned composure; she doesn't bother trying to bury her bright, genuine smile. It'd almost be a shame to, anyway - it's the serene sort of smile that could lighten even a dreary day. "Nothing at all! They are." The mare's expression sobers to something more closely resembling seriousness, but really, it's a line quite near to jesting she walks. "I take more exception to your insistence you will 'bear a mare alongside you' in exchange," she adds, erring nearer toward teasing. "You must admit, it's quite a difficult claim to believe - surely you've made numerous acquaintances suitable to such humble expectations." Like his, her sentiments would prove difficult to interpret. She sounds quite genuine, but there's an impish shadow in her grin. "To be entirely honest with you," she starts, putting gentle, subtle emphasis on the point, if only to tease him. "Foals of my own are not a prospect I've spent much time considering. I'd like to say I'm much too young, but really, I suppose I've just been more concerned with taking life as it comes, one step at a time. Eventually, though?" For a moment, she almost seems sincerely contemplative. Whether or not she really is... Well, his guess is as good as any. "Of course I have some desire." Vashtya Quirking an eyebrow, Vytali feigned a look of thoughtfulness, before leaning close, so that he was almost whispering in her ear. "Well, you know, any stallion worth his salt doesn't kiss and tell, so to speak~" he grinned, his expression both open, and oddly unforthcoming. Raising his head, so that he wasn't leaning in quite so close, his expression shifted into a slightly more serious cast, as she continued. "That's fair enough, I suppose." As she finished, however, his eyes gleamed once again. "However, if that was an invitation..." He waggled his eyebrows mischieviously, his tone vaguely suggestive. Cihiru "Of course not," she tells him, unflinching in the face of his near vicinity. She's not a shy, nor a skittish mare, and her still-comfortable posture shows it. "But neither would I hope he's so ashamed of her, he'd lie about it." Windy seems rather amused to have to say it; she's making no effort to act as if she's actually taking him seriously... Even though her words are true enough. His, however... She's tempted by an outright laugh, but buries it behind another grin. "If it were," the paint starts, settling into genuine honesty. "There would be no 'if'. You would know." But she still has teasing in her tone. Vashtya Shaking his head, Vytali just grinned. "I suppose that's fair enough," he finally said, after a moment. "But in defense, everyone makes mistakes~" he continued, making little effort to hide the teasing note. At her final remark, he raises an eyebrow, expression showing a hint of surprise, although it's quickly buried in a broadening grin. "Oh really? Should I take that as an indication that my wooing needs work?" His visage was schooled into a carefully innocent expression, as he looked at her with a mock look of concern. Cihiru "They do," the mare concedes, passing him a mildly questioning glance, but says nothing further. There is perhaps an edge to her tone, teasingly suggesting ' I don't,' but she doesn't press it. Truly, she's no picture of perfection either - even in jest! Windy allows herself a hint of surprise, her ears perking forward. "If you're trying to woo me..." she starts, gently, but earnestly. "Then yes." No longer does she bother holding the amusement from her tone; she finishes with a quite amused grin. "I really had no idea... Though, admittedly, that may be more a fault against me than it is against you. I have little experience with it, you know." She smiles politely, suggesting, of course, he does. Vashtya Had Vytali been a more demonstrative sort, he'd have been howling with laughter. As it was, his mock-innocent expression melted seamlessly into a mischievious grin, winking impishly in Windy's direction. "Well, that puts me firmly in my place," he said, laughing to indicate his lack of offense. "However, for one who's unused to being wooed, you seem remarkably at ease." he continued, his own tone teasing, now. Cihiru His first remark is one she mildly overlooks - wink included - not because she means any harm in ignoring him, but because... Well, she worries her response would do worse. Instead, she settles into genuine honesty, reimbursing her cordial expression. "Is there a reason I shouldn't be?" She seems rather unfamiliar with, but open to the prospect; and that, at least, is probably safe to take at face value. "I did say I try to deal with things as they come... Wooing included." Again, she smiles. "Though, I had been unaware I was being wooed." Vashtya Somewhat surprised, even refreshed by her straightforwardness, Vytali stops, blinking for a moment. "No, but it's certainly not the typical response," he paused, hesitating slightly--after all, he was obnoxious at times, but not necessarily malicious. Finally, he grinned, his expression rueful as he shook his head. She made it difficult to simply flirt without intent--something that came as naturally to him as breathing. "Then I wouldn't worry about it," he finally said, an amused undercurrent to the words. It felt somewhat strange, to decide what to say without continuing to flirt outrageously. "So what else do you do, when not rescuing foals in distress?" he asked, his tone actually expressing a genuine interest--something a bit unusual, for him. Cihiru While it wouldn't be entirely fair to say spontaneity is her goal in life, she does find a certain enjoyment in being unpredictable, and in bringing a pleasant sort of surprise to others. It's... endearing; his unsuspecting pause is no exception. "I never claimed to be typical," she tells him, smiling pleasantly. "Although, if there's no reason not to be at ease, one must wonder why it isn't." Nevertheless, she takes just as easily to his change in tone. "I worry about very little," Windy says, her reply sounding part confession, part assurance, and entirely honest. She is a mare of the moment, concerning herself with little more than integrity and honor. "Really, I'd like to know the answer to that myself." Spreading her great wings, ignoring their tattered feathers for a moment, the alicorn smiles wistfully. "I suppose I do what the wind wills of me," she answers finally. It seems now she might be a fleeting spirit - difficult to tie down, but compassionate and loving - with her heart tugged in two directions. "What about yourself, Vytali? What is it you do to pass the time?" When spending it other than chasing mares, her tone seems to tease. Vashtya Vyt grinned, inclining his head to acknowledge her point. Her stance really doesn't differ all that much from his own--except for his strong attachment to 'home'...it's the place he always returns to, despite his many wanderings. Snapping out of his musings at her next question, he gives her a coy grin, tossing his head before answering. "Oh, you know...this and that..." he begins, smirking again before continuing, a little more seriously. "I wander a fair bit--there's a lot out there to see, and while I'm still quite attached to my family," this said with a wry grin, "I still enjoy getting out, and wandering to places I've not yet been." It was more of a restlessness, on his part, like there was something missing, but he'd yet to figure out what it was. Cihiru In honesty, the mare has never much had a 'home'. Certainly, she has family; two siblings her own age, and both parents, too! It's not that she doesn't love them - they say home is where the heart is - but her relationship with them is... unique, to say the least. Her mother always had been something of a sprite; mysterious, and impossible to capture. And her father... Well, his relationship with Mother was something she's long ago come to recognize as abnormal, and he was always something of an on again, off again presence. She's learned not to attach herself too closely to others, and perhaps, to places too. "Is that so?" she asks him, ever smiling. "And what is it you've seen on your wanderings?" This is, perhaps, part challenge, and part curiosity. Windy's done a fair bit of traveling herself, having lived her life largely on the move, but she has no doubt she's yet to see everything, even in their small corner of the world. Vashtya Vyt raised an eyebrow at her. Just what sort of an answer was she looking for? After all, given how much one saw on any given day, there was no way that she expected him to sum up everything he'd ever seen. With a vaguely mischievious grin, he shrugged. "Enough to know there's more out there, but also enough to know that there's too much to ever even come close to seeing in a lifetime," he said it cryptically, looking somewhat smug--he knew his response was vague, but given that he didn't really wander in response to curiosity as to what the world had to offer, so much as because there was something intangible lacking, that he couldn't quite place, he thought it was fitting enough. "And what," he continued "of you? Do you have anywhere that you call home, or are you constantly moving, always looking for good deeds to perform?" he said this lightly, obviously unable to resist poking at least a little fun. Cihiru Still she smiles, unperturbed. An open-ended question is never posed without first anticipating an open-ended response, and she had expected no exception. "You make it sound as though you've been hardly anywhere at all," she starts, thoughtfully. "But then, I suppose that may be true of all of us - I wonder, what little we must see in a lifetime..." There's a faraway look in her eyes, typical of dreamers, and for a moment it looks as though she may drift into a world all her own. It's short-lived, though. An ear twitches at his question, and she cants her head to regard him with another grin. "No... You would say I am indeed always moving, looking for good deeds needing to be done. The world is never lacking them." She has a seriousness in her tone now; one may gather she sees it as her purpose in life, but it's also true doing good is not all she lives for.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 9:05 pm
8.07 Currently Untitled: Apollo & Hakumei
Cihiru Today, the sky is wide, crystal blue, and speckled with large, fluffy, cotton-white clouds, with nary a storm brewing in sight. The sun is low, the breeze is cool, and it drifts just enough to soothe the land it blesses. For a day, this is a mighty fine one. For a summer day, it is perfection. A soul on Earth could hardly ask for more, and this colt - presently barreling across a rippling plain - is no exception.
His legs are so awkward and gangling he scarcely seems to know what to do with them, but he manages, clumsily, to propel himself into a gallop. It's a long, loping stride, with his tufted little tail flagging behind him, and his head raised with a contented pride only a foal his age could manage. He's terribly young yet, and to him, the world is still a mystery, hiding adventure in every cranny. Adventure he belatedly realizes may be difficult to take in at his current pace.
Giving his nose a joyous toss, wind whipping through his little fluff of a mane, he reigns his gait, ambling into a walk yards later. Here he is then, he supposes - the start of his soon-to-be-discovered journey. The colt lifts his head to better observe the land he's found himself in, his bi-colored eyes sweeping across it as he ignores the fatigued heave of his sides.
If he must be honest with himself, here is very much like there had been. Green grass sweeps over numerous rolling hills - most quite like the one he's just crested - and the horizon is still exactly where he left it. A line of trees strings lazily in the distance, but looks so much like the forest near his home, he has no desire to investigate it. He gives a dissatisfied snort, turning his attention on his immediate vicinity instead.
Here, the stalks brush his knees; his adventure has plenty of places for hiding. This is, of course, a challenge, and not a dissuasion. For the moment, Apollo is a colt of indomitable spirit, and takes on his new found obstacle... by plunging his horned head into the grasses.
His first few attempts reward him with bugs, crawling heedlessly along, doing whatever it is bugs do in their daily lives. One is interesting enough to warrant a curious sniff - it's colorful, and intricately patterned - but it flies off when he nears, and he can't be bothered with chasing it. He presses onward instead, burrowing a path through the plains, until the blades turn so short, they hardly brush over his ankles.
He finds a hole here, nestled amidst a small clump of flora. It's bigger than he first imagined, he's coming to realize as he nears, one slow step after another. Bigger than his skull, in fact... Or just as big, at least. It smells strongly of earth and moisture, and.... definitely something else; something he can't quite place. Ever curious, the colt plunges his nose inside for investigation.
The hole awards him with a quite furious-sounding growl, and a scraping, rustling sort of noise. He decides in very short order he doesn't want to stick around and find out what that means, and jerks his head out of what he now knows is a burrow, giving a disgruntled snort. When the noise (and the growling) persist, Apollo comes to understand this is probably not the best place to linger. He scrambles backward, shuffling gracelessly before finally managing to turn and again barrel across the fields. Haphazardly, this time. Kaisanti Hakumei giggled to herself as she trotted along. She had successfully escaped from under her parents watchful, and she knew, loving gaze to start her own adventure. Her parents were napping along with her two siblings, but for the young filly, the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. After all, she had done nothing but sleep in her basket for weeks and now, after finally escaping the safety of her old wicker home, she had no intention of wasting any more time with it.
Cresting the small hilltop she glanced back at the large tree her family were resting beneath, next to the small thirst-quenching river. There was no way she would be able to get lost. All she had to do was follow the scent of water, and once at the river, she would see the tree that marked her families' current home. Giggling she flicked her fluffy little tail and with a kick of her heals, she fell into an easy canter. Long twig-like limbs had proved to be surprisingly graceful and obedient at this speed and it had become the filly’s preferred method of moving about. Even if the occasional tumble she took hurt all the more because of it.
Moving through the long grass that almost brushed her belly, she threaded her way around tall robust weeds and the occasional flower as she cantered down the hillside. It was one of the most glorious days she had ever experienced, the warmth on her twilight-coloured coat was wondrous, and the fresh summer air almost looked like a liquid gold she should drink, rather than breathe. Tiny slender ears pricked forwards as she ran, head turning this way and that to take in everything around her. A brightly coloured butterfly whizzed past her muzzle, making her shy away to one side in surprise before letting out a high sweet peal of laughter. A bird of prey screamed high above, causing the little filly to toss her head back, muzzle pointed skywards as she watched it, unusual eyes alight with the sense of adventure and wonderment all youths should feel.
Suddenly her headlong, unguided canter was interrupted by something rather large and furry. Tumbling head over heals through the grass she collapsed in a heap, long limbs tangled hopelessly. Blinking wide, surprised eyes she lifted her head and peered back at what ever it was that she had collided with, even as she worked at untangling her disobedient limbs. Cihiru The colt plummets through the short grasses, his tender ears honed on the growling as it fades behind him. Ten, eleven, twelve strides... He can hardly hear it now. Tentatively, he steals a glance over his shoulder, at the burrow in the distance.
A stout, broad creature stands guard over it. Its fur is short, dense, and mostly grey, with black and white markings - not unlike his own coloring, he realizes. Apollo can tell it's bristling, angrily, and wagers it's no spring pixie even without the additional bulk. He's glad it's over there, and he's over here, and resolves not to stick his nose down strange holes... for now, at least.
Heaving a sigh of relief, the foal straightens himself, turning his attention more fully on the invisible path before him.
And on whatever that is in his way. He blinks, surprised. It wasn't there a moment ago... Having established as much, and that it is, in fact, there now, he gathers his limbs and attempts veering around it. With limited success. On one hand, he hadn't crashed directly into it. On the other, he will crash anyway, to which his failing limbs can attest. Try as he might to steady them, he can still feel his legs buckle beneath him.
The dun hits the grassy earth with a muffled "oof!", skidding more than he'd care to admit. That hurt, but it isn't his first fall, and surely won't be the last either... He rubs his nose on a folded foreleg, and attempts standing once he's determined he is in fact still in one piece. With little more than a few bruises to show for it, hopefully he won't have much explaining to do...
"Er, sorry. Are you okay?" he asks suddenly, straightening himself as he peers at the untangling lump behind him. Kaisanti The sudden tumble had been a total surprise, as golden gaze had been fixed on the hawk hovering high over head, the filly entranced by the easy way the creature stayed suspended in the air with only an occasional lazy flap of its wings. Now laying sprawled out on her side, slender rib cage heaving as she sucked in much needed air she blinked wide eyed at the stranger whom she had almost flattened.
Gasping to get her winded breath back she nodded at the sudden, slightly startled sounding question. "Yes, I’m fine, are you? I’m really sorry about that, I was watching the bird up above and didn't see you. I didn't hurt you did I?" She snapped her rambling jaw shut with a blush but grinned at the other foal.
With a snort she shifted then sprang to her feet, forelegs crossed and hind-legs played wide to keep her balance. Gingerly she carefully stepped forwards and corrected her legs before straightening as her balance was restored along with her confidence.
Trotting over she circled round the colt to stand in front of him, fuzzy tail wagging, ears pricked. Excited she smiled brightly at him, he was the first one like her (that was to say, short) other than her siblings, she had met. "Oh, I’m Hakumei. What's your name?" She asked hopefully, her unusual eyes of amber on pitch friendly. Cihiru "Oh, I'm alright," the colt tells her, nodding soberly over his shoulder. Truthfully, he's hardier than his small, thin frame would suggest, and it will take more than a tumble to keep him down. But it's also true he is an independent sort, averse to sharing his flaws and to depending on others, despite his young age, and probably wouldn't admit it even if he wasn't fine.
"Anyway, it was nothin'." He shakes his head dismissively, smoothing over his own fault as much as he is hers. After all, he'd been doing everything except watching where he was going, as he should have been, and he'd rather not remind himself - it's no matter now.
The unicorn falls silent, standing steadfast and watching as she paces 'round him, following her with his bicolored eyes. "It's Apollo," he offers softly, lifting his head with some measure of jovial pride. His mother told him it's a strong name, once; when he says it, he can't help hoping it suits him.
"Were you goin' somewhere?" He hates to hold her up if she had been... Kaisanti The filly didn't seem to have come to any harm either, other than her fluffy mane having picked up a few bits of grass. Though she didn't seem to notice, or if she had, to care.
"That’s good. I do have a habit of bumping into things.. Mom says I’m too adventure for my own good." She grins, evidently pleased with that fact. Pausing her ears p***k forwards again as she studies the colt before her, her own gaze drawn to his.
Blinking she smiles as he offers his name in return. "Apollo? That’s a very grown-up sounding name. It suits you." She confirmed with a dip of her head before her gaze caught on the dark horn adorning his brow.
His question distracted her from it and she blinks again. "Oh, not really. I’m on an adventure!" Beaming she grins at him a moment before looking back up at his horn. Her tail flicks, ears twitching with curiosity. But her mom had told her asking too many questions was rude.. and she had already asked a lot. But..... she really wanted to know!
"What’s that?!" She finally burst out, amber eyes wide as she stared at his horn with a mix of awe and curiosity. Cihiru A habit of bumping into things, she says. That is surely not something Apollo makes routine, and admittedly, he is a little baffled she'd so openly confess she does. If being 'too adventurous' comes along with it, though... Well, maybe it might not be so bad after all. His own mother has certainly never accused him of being too adventurous, and he's at least willing to concede it almost sounds decent. After all, adventure can't be bad; unexpected mishaps are half the point!... He realizes it might be something to remind himself of, next time he feels compelled to investigate... unfamiliar territory.
But her remark - no, her compliment - toward his name catches him unaware. He blinks, and after a moment, finally manages a "thanks." His surprise surfaces as slight hesitation, but it's a pleasant sort of surprise; the kind he's experiencing because he hadn't been even half prepared to hear what he actually wanted. Even if, truthfully, he doesn't consider himself at all 'grown-up', and doesn't yet want to be, anyway. He'll just be ready for it when he does! "Yours is nice too," he adds, sincerely, recalling his manners only a little belatedly.
"Oh, I am too." Apollo's dark ears tip forward as he regards her, his formerly neutral expression cracking into something of a lopsided grin. It almost seems like he's ready to say something else, too, but she stops him short. Now, he can't help noticing the filly's not really looking at him, but... Yes, he decides, she's staring. He's never seen someone stare before, much less experienced it, but his mother has warned him against it, and he supposes he'd know.
His ears fold, and briefly, bafflement overtakes the dun's features. "What's what?" Does he have something on him he shouldn't? Or, worse yet, could something be wrong? But he feels normal enough... And he supposes he looks normal enough too, from what he last remembers. Forced to conclude it may not be that after all, he reevaluates their circumstance, and attempts following her gaze with his two-toned eyes. "You mean my horn?..." Kaisanti The pause almost made her wonder if she had said something wrong, she wasn't used to meeting others around her age, having only being with her family and siblings, and really.. you can't compare how you act with siblings to how you treat others, especially strangers.
Finally he spoke, and he didn't seem upset! She felt relief sweep through her at that, having worried he would turn and leave. Like any youngster she wanted to make friends and with this colt being the first she had met, that thought was high in her mind, even if it was still a subconscious one. Smiling brightly as he returned the compliment she dropped her amber gaze briefly, a faint blush touching her cheeks though it blended fairly well with her markings.
She recovered swiftly though, with that resilience that all children possess. Her grin was returned with a bright smile, delicate blue ears pricking forwards again. A light giggle slips free as the colt seeks to see his own horn, though his expression draws her attention to his eyes momentarily. So many tings about him were different! She was fairly bursting with questions and curiosity, but she forced them down, quite certain she would go from possible friend to the irritating pest her siblings sometimes called her.
His question, after he finally located the source of her fascination, was answered with a fast nod. "Yes!" She chirped, fuzzy tail wiggling. "I haven't seen anyone with one before..." Cihiru So, 'that' is his horn after all. Having been born with it, and with two brothers (and a father!) who were also born with one, horns hardly seem like an object of fascination to him. If she's never seen one before, though... This must be what his mother had meant by 'different sorts'. His own family is fairly diverse, he thinks - he and his brothers are very different! - but there must be an awful lot out there he has yet to learn.
"My dad's a unicorn... I guess I am too," he offers, thinking it an adequate explanation. "But Mom is a wind, so I'm really only half..." Aiakos and Kalani have wings and a horn, but he must not consider it relevant; he doesn't mention either one. "Well, you have now," he adds, supportively, trying distract his sense of awkwardness.
... Anyway, he's being silly. She hasn't called him anything mean, and he has no reason at all to feel as uncomfortable as he does. He scoffs inwardly at himself, attempting to bolster his confidence. "Are your parents both... like you, then?" he asks, tentatively, almost stumbling over his words, but recovering soon enough he hopes it doesn't sound too unnatural. It's plain he hadn't meant any harm by it, regardless. Kaisanti She tilted her head, listing to Apollo attentively. "A.. Unicorn?" She copies carefully. Never having met one before she could only assume Apollo was telling her the truth, and that all 'unicorns' looked like him. After a moment she blinked and giggled, head bobbing. "I guess I have." She agreed with a smile.
Bobbing her head at his question she seems not to notice his reserved manner. Clearly outgoing she was happy to have someone new to chat to and question. There were still so many questions floating around in her head.
"Yup.. at least, mostly. Dad is all blue, and he smells like the sea.. so I’m told. I've not scented the sea myself so I can't really tell.. but its cool and salty. Mum is all warm and bright, like the sunset. My brother is more like mom, and my sister is almost exactly like dad. But none of us have horns.. or tails like you.. Though, dad's is all.. wavy.. and .. floaty.." She frowns, struggling to describe what the water stallion, her father, was like. It was hard to someone who didn't just.. know. Cihiru "Yup," he repeats, grinning lopsidedly. Not to say he's met one either - his own family doesn't really count - but his parents told him so, and he has no reason yet to question them. There may come a time he will, deciding he needs to see and learn things for himself, but for now he is content to take their word, and to set off discovering everything they don't tell him.
It's beginning to sound like it will take longer than he first expected.
"Oh," he replies, inadequately. "My tail's like Dad's." He gives it a deliberate flick, swaying its tufted tip. But she says her father's is floaty... like the clouds are floaty, he wonders? It's a brief wondering, though; his thoughts drift quickly back to her talk of the sea. "What's a sea?" He knows lots about his forest home; things like what's good to eat, what makes one itchy when touched, and which flowers smell good!... But he's never heard of a sea before, and he's quite sure he's never seen it himself, if it's supposed to be salty and cool. Kaisanti Hakumei, distracted by the flicking tail, dipped her head and peered unceremoniously underneath the colt to stare at it as it moved. "Oooh... " She gasped softly in awe-struck wonder. ".. can you like.. use it for stuff?" She peeked up at Apollo without lifting her head, slightly surprised when she sees only his chest, and at rather close quarters too... Stepping back she stands upright again. "I think that would be really cool.. if you could! Like, you could pick things up with it, or hit my brother when he is being a brat.." She giggled, wishing she had a tail like his just for that purpose. Her own fluffy appendage really wasn't much good for anything other than vague annoyance.
"The sea?" She copied, looking momentarily lost. "Uhh... Mum says its big, and blue. Like the sky, only it stretches across the land, and as far as you can see.. its all blue. Though its also dangerous.. when it leaps up with white tops." She frowned faintly, trying to remember anything else that her parents had told her about it. "We are travailing there.. it's where Dad came from." Cihiru Apollo blinks, dumbstruck. At a loss as to what he should do as she ducks to watch his tail, he... stands there, and does nothing. "Um..." the colt starts, deciding quickly this is more awkward than he'd care to experience. "I don't think so... I never tried though." He wouldn't want to hit anybody with it, anyway; he likes his brothers.
"... It's water?" Well, the sea certainly sounds like water, though that's not at all what he had been expecting. It seems like a really, really big... lake. No, that's not as exciting as he'd hoped at all. His expression almost wilts, but catches himself just in time. "The sea leaps?" Actually leaps, like the frogs he's seen on the riverbanks? Apollo doesn't understand what white tops have to do anything, but that, at least, sounds interesting.
Some day, he supposes he'd like to see that. Maybe he can convince Mother and Father to let him go!... But no, that wouldn't work. Not yet, when he's still so young. It's a wonder he's able even to sneak out as long as he does. Or so he thinks - little does he know. "Will you stay once you get there?" he asks instead, seemingly oblivious to his barrage of questions.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 12:05 am
8.08 Unwelcome Company: Ti'ran & Eury
Cihiru Boring. That's all anything has been, lately. Not even a beautiful, post-rain evening like this one can hinder the doldrums of mediocrity, and A'ier can't recall the last time he encountered something that wasn't.
Or rather, he wishes he couldn't.
It's really quite fresh on his memory - and on Ti'ran's, the one he has to thank for their relapse into isolation. The solitary lifestyle never has suited him, but by now, months later, he's had more than enough of it. He's tired of the same old forest trails, and of the deserted clearings. He's bored of his companion's... quiet, asocial tendencies. The wolf craves company - company better-humored than his dependable, predictable unicorn friend. Company he can joke with. Company he can tease Ran with!... He sincerely can't recall the last time that was an option.
And yet here he is, traipsing idly through the forest underbrush, doing absolutely nothing about it... Just like he has been for months now, out of some loyal deference to the equine's desire to remain in solitude, perhaps. "You're rubbing off on me, Ran," he says eventually, drawing it out in a dry, unamused fashion.
"Finally," is his dark, chilly response.
It's not the answer he really wanted, but it's Ti'ran, and from him, A'ier expects nothing less.
Ti'ran expects a response from him too, but the wolf denies it, pressing on in silence he wouldn't dream of protesting. It's a rare luxury, after all... even if he does suspect nothing good will come from it in the end. It never does. These moods are the prelude to trouble only A'ier can procure, and yet despite knowing it, he can't be moved to care.
The wolf takes to the shadows, moving noiselessly, as most predators do, trusting Ti'ran will follow. He has just the place in mind... Someplace open. Someplace public! He's certain they'll see a new face or two there, and is just as certain the unicorn will take great exception. It will do him good, though. Maybe even both of them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:24 pm
8.09 Is it Really Never too Late?: Ti'ran, A'ier & Killian
Celeanor There was something about the way she had said farewell that left a painful hitch in his side. Dawn had stretched it's long ethereal fingers across the lower timber country of the Kawani lands, passing spots of shadow here and there, but drenching one particular meadow with light, making one sweat glistened figure almost glow in the early morning light. Trotting now, as he did every morning just as the sun peeked out from behind the dark mountains, Killian shook out his heavily braided mane and once again ran through the tragic series of events that.. in retrospect, he should have seen coming. The days before her final goodbye had been tense, even he could admit that much, but the months before that, when she had said (in the awful tone) that she had first started to feel like she was missing something in her life. He honestly hadn't the foggiest notion of where she was coming from. Bonfire had been an integral part of his life for as long as he could remember, starting first as his best friend, and gradually evolving into something more.. or at least what he thought was something more. To his merry eyes, there wasn't a single step he would have redirected.. not even the various misadventures they had shared would have changed his overall opinion of the dark mare. She was everything to him, and upon reaching adulthood, he had promised to protect her from harm, and be with her until death bid them part... But then, with that awful tone of voice, she had said that there was something on this bright sun drenched land he could not give her. Freedom. Killian had never thought of himself as the overly clingy sort, after all he had been raised to stand on his own four hooves and find the joy in the world only he could grant himself. He loved Bonfire, sure, and he missed her even now, but what ate at his soul wasn't her missing presence... It was that awful tone of voice... The one that said she hadn't ever loved him at all. Cihiru For this dark duo, life has finally begun spinning its mysterious wheels, coming full circle, and falling back into normalcy. Finally, now, after what feels like eons of uncomfortable, brooding nights, not at all like the quiet idleness they'd long ago come to recognize as everyday. It's a sentiment Ti'ran would typically protest in earnest, but for once, even he's in agreement. Calm mediocrity, spattered with A'ier's oft unwelcome antics, is but a figment of his memories, and he misses it.
Or he would, were he awake to truly appreciate it. For the moment, they're both resting, appreciating a rare moment this newfound averageness affords them. It's truly been ages since they've had the opportunity - mornings, once spent sleeping, as they are now, have been tragically wasted on restless pacing for what must be a year by now. A long, painful, trying year.
Alas, all things must come to an end, and good things seem to have an unfortunate habit of coming to an end a little faster than others. Or a lot faster, sometimes; their rest apparently isn't mean to last.
They had been stationed underneath an old, broad tree; one low and expansive enough to shield them from the morn's unwelcome, early sunlight. Ti'ran was standing near its base, as equines often do, with the wolf curled up in its roots not far from his hooves. It was really an oddly serene-looking scene for the two of them. Perhaps it shouldn't have been at all surprising when hoofbeats disturb their quiet solitude, and finally it shatters.
The wolf's ears p***k instinctively, followed shortly by the lifting of a sharp, slender head as his tired eyes adjust quickly to alertness. The unicorn, however, is far less responsive. He merely flicks an ear, aware, but indifferent.
But then, A'ier always has been the social half of this unlikely companionship. "Good morning," he calls good-naturedly, pulling himself from his earthy bed as Ti'ran's ears roll back in dismay.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 11:12 am
8.10 Insecurities and Necessities: Ashlan & Linnea
AnimeChickie Fluttering into the clearing, a petite mare stepped onto the ground and looked around at her familiar environment. Linnea never wandered very far from her teepee; she always feared getting lost again. Never again would she wander far... A bright color caught Linnea's eyes and she noticed a small bunch of wild flowers budding and taking in the full sunlight. Smiling happily, Linnea walked over to the flowers and gazed at them fondly. They were so pretty. Oh so pretty.
She continued to watch the flowers quietly as she thought about random encounters she had these past few weeks. There was a lot that she wanted to do with her life but she's always felt constricted by her fears. Socializing wasn't exactly a good point in her abilities and wandering wasn't something she wanted to do either. They were very... constricting to her. Linnea sighed tiredly after running through these points in her head. "Oh, I'm sorry little ones, I don't mean to be negative..." Talking softly, Linnea couldn't help but talk to the flowers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:47 am
8.11 The End is Only the Beginning: Sirian, Kaiya & Shyam
Cihiru "Do I have to?" the colt protests, looking to his mother with youthful hope and obstinacy. It's growing late; the blistering heat of midday has finally faded, washing the land in a calm coolness. It's mild, and as far as he's concerned, it couldn't be more perfect a time for play, adventure, and discovery. "Yes, dear," she disagrees, softly. The mare has a slim, kind face, and gentle eyes that shine with pride and adoration when she smiles at him. Sirian frowns at her, his features full of disappointment, but says nothing. The foal only steals a glance over his shoulder, at the distant, rolling hills, and the billowing clouds. They've turned orange with sunset, bathing the lands in the day's afterglow; he lets his eyes trace over them and along the horizon, across the rugged mountain slopes beyond it. His dad is out there, somewhere, he thinks to himself, doing whatever it is he does when he insists he's never really gone. It's a hard thing, growing up with a father as dutiful - and as absent - as his, but he's quite strong for a colt so terribly young, and has a remarkable sense of understanding. "Night," he says at last, glancing back to her as he steps toward his thicket home. "Dream sweet. I love you." She gives her son an affectionate nuzzle, lips at the fluff of mane behind his ear, and nudges him off to bed. "I love you too." Trudging toward the underbrush, the colt noses through a large, thick-looking bush, and tucks himself into its alcove inside. There's a hollow in its dusty floor, where he curls and folds his limbs beneath himself, pulling his wings close. A body's habits aren't easily broken; tiredness seems to claim him once he's settled in. He gives a great, wide yawn, and lays down his head to close his eyes. The next thing he remembers is something he thought was a fitful dream. He ignores it at first, twitching in his sleep, but doesn't stir until a sound causes his eyes to dart open. The foal's head shoots up, narrowly missing a branch, and his tender ears strain with attentiveness. He could have sworn he heard someone shout... He blinks, blearily, and frowns in bemusement. Someone lets out a pained yell; his ears pin instinctively. "Mother?" he calls, something close to panic taking hold on him. Nothing answers him. He waits, and waits more. Still, silence is his only response. Something is terribly wrong; he can feel it, deep and unsettling to his very core. Driven by an inexplicable sense of instinctive urgency, the foal scrambles from his nighttime hideaway. Outside, he tips his small nose to the wind, scenting it as an equine alarmed often will. Sirian is too young to understand the thick, metallic smell causing the pit in his stomach, but he does know his mother, and takes off in a jovially clumsy gallop when he thinks he's finally found her. Uta Shyam savored the taste of the mare. There was something delicious about her, something pure and great. He had fast broken her wings and had ripped the feathers to shreds, blanketing her corpse. Her blood pooled around the pair, soaking in to the earth and staining his hooves and fetlocks.
Oh, she made for a delicious feast and Shyam couldn't be more content.
For a few moments he had fallen in love with the pale angeni mare; for a few moments he had loved her with all his heart and being. He had adored the way she looked, admired the fight that she had offered, the dance they had danced. Oh, never would the nameless mare know how much he had loved her. . .
But such love was fleeting. His adoration had peaked with her dying breath and the taste of her warmth against his tongue and lips. Her flesh was now his and he would keep a part of her with him forever. She was his energy now, his spirit, and oh how he would adore her for it. . . .
Even if she would just as soon be replaced.
At least, Shyam mused, she couldn't think she wasn't wanted or adored in her last moments of life. She made for an absolutely fantastic meal. It wasn't everyday he found the pure. . . . Truly she was a treat.
Stomach bulging from his indulgence, the mare's body exposed for the carrion eaters that would clear her remains, Shyam had gorged. He was a fast eater and despite his size couldn't clear a whole soquili in one sitting. He was too lazy to drag off her corpse and too generous to horde it for himself. No, the feast he was finishing was too delicious not to share. . . let others cherish the taste of the pure. Let others be victorious in his murder.
Ripping off another piece of stringy intestine, the soquili's ears twitched as he heard a most peculiar sound. The thick scent of blood was sure to attract predators but right now he could only hear the pitter-patter of hooves. Odd, he could sense no kalona or darker spirit drifting closer; so what on earth could it be?
Was his luck truly golden? Licking his lips, fangs baring in a sadistic grin, the stallion flipped back his wings and turned to face the source. Foolishness soon presented itself with that of a white winged foal, and one that had very quickly slammed on its breaks.
Shyam was no fool. . . obviously the winged colt was searching for the one he had just slain! "Well, well, well," he mused, tossing his disheveled bangs out of his eyes so his crimson gaze might light and linger upon the foal before him. "Looking for some one, foal?" He quirked a brow, glancing from Sirian to the corpse underneath his hooves. "Or would you much rather have a bite to eat?" His grin grew more feral, fangs bared in amusement. "I'm more than willing to share."
Cihiru Sirian has never run so hard in his life. He is scrambling, moving as fast as his spindly legs will possibly carry him, like his very life depends on it, even though he hasn't yet come to understand why. He will, soon... Far too soon. The colt breaks into a clearing. Moonlight spills across it, illuminating the forest floor, and the equine figures within it; including a pale, once opalescent mare. His mother - he's found her! - but the scene he finds with her stops him abruptly in his tracks. His small, translucent wings flare as he skids to a halt, hooves firmly planted, steadying his balance. "Mother?" he ventures, quietly, his bright eyes going wider than he'd care to realize... But he doesn't expect a response. Not really, anyway. His youthful hopefulness would like to insist he does, but dread has overtaken him. The unfortunate pit in his gut has grown so strong, no measure of hope could overpower his instincts. He stares at the battered mare for what seems like a very long while, entranced and horrified and disgusted and immeasurably sad all at once. And alone. Suddenly, he feels very, very alone, and very small in a very big, threatening world. His wings fold, tucking close to his sides, mirroring his shift from alarmed, but hopeful, to singularly distraught. For the first time, he looks to the dark stallion, his brows furrowing as deep melancholy takes hold of his expression. "Why?" he starts, sounding soft, tentative, and terribly lost. It's a question more for himself than it is for the blood-stained shadow before him. "How could you?" How could he, a creature born of the heavens - Sirian recognizes one of his own - strike down and consume one of his kin? Despite his young age, he does understand some must die so others may survive, but this... This is wrong! The raven stallion can't take Mother from him. He just can't. The colt blinks hard, fighting against the tears he can feel striving for freedom. He can't cry now; not in front of this horrible stranger. Some part of him wants to run away... To put as much space between them as his little legs will possibly let him. Should he, though? He doesn't know what to do... He doesn't know what his father would want from him, and now, he has no one else to ask... Not even his mother, who had always been there for him. He can feel his gaze flit to her corpse, involuntarily. Seeing her - it - again, out of more than the corner of his eye, shatters the barriers he had built inside himself. He throws away the semblance of logic he'd been attempting, abandoning it for his confused, panicked sadness. Unsure of himself, and at a loss as to what he should do, he does the only thing he can - or can't - think of: he closes the distance between them, ignoring the gluttonous angeni standing over her. Folding his limbs, the colt buries himself beside her head, crossing his neck over hers. The smell of blood is so strong here, it churns his stomach, but he doesn't care. His tears are flowing freely; he clamps his eyes shut against them, ignoring everything else. If the stranger will take him too... Let him. Right now, Sirian wants only to be with her. Uta "Why?"
The little foal that ran out before him was a most peculiar creature. Crimson eyes lit with amusement as he stared down at the winged colt, watching him try to wrap the scenario in to a simple definition and reason. The shaking creature before him was weak, tiny and incredibly entertaining to the well-fed Shyam. . . .
A low chuckle escaped his throat, a mocking sort of sound that was filled with great humor. Yes, he was laughing at Sirian and he made no attempt to cover up his humor. What a great day this had been...
Not only had he feasted upon one of the most holy but he was no face to face with his meal's son! Oh, what trauma he could cause within moments; what soul-shattering experience could he choose to lay out before the little colt, to make him squirm, to make him suffer, to make him break.
Oh, certainly he could chomp down upon the little foal and feast upon his flesh too! But where was the fun in that? He was full and saw this as an opportunity to truly stir up some long-term hell and pain. This memory might very well stand as one of the most acute memories in the foal's life and he wanted to make sure he might haunt Sirian all his life.
Even if they never crossed paths again. . . . Even if they never met up and if vengeance was never found, Shyam could only hope that he might walk within the darkest recesses of the angeni. He was a killer, a murderer and he wanted to let Sirian know just how thankful he was for being in the right place at the right time.
"Because," he finally responded as his chuckles subsided, "I can so I did. I was hungry and your mother proved to be a most succulent choice. Truly, son, you can't even begin to believe how sweet she tastes. Perhaps you might like a nibble while you're here?" He quirked a brow, reaching forward to paw at the corpse before him. "While the meat's still warm, that is, it truly is the best. She'll taste like s**t when she cools."
He couldn't help himself but he was being honest. In case the little foal took a nibble upon his mother after her heat and warmth had left he might not be so fond of her. At least now he understood the time limit of what made great meat and what made something only so-so. Angeni flesh was the most tender and sweetest. . . .
The least Sirian could do was take a little sip.
Glancing down at the sobbing colt, Shyam hesitate just a moment. The poor thing looked rather wretched. Reaching down, he nudged at Sirian who was cuddled close to the corpse, further staining him red with blood. "Move on over, would'ja kid? A lot of good you crying on her is going to do... " Reaching down he sank in his fangs near her neck and ripped out a new chunk of meat. It didn't take long for him to ingest it, to slurp it up. . . Delicious but oh so filling.
"I am surprised though; where were you when she cried out for help and in pain? Where were you when she needed you the most?" Reaching out with his hoof he lightly nudged the colt again, his words genuinely curious. Was he hiding or had he just been that heavy of a sleeper? "For being so upset over her death you weren't exactly prompt in your arrival."
Cihiru The colt's ears pin as laughter breaks out above him; he doesn't want to hear it. Sirian doesn't want to be reminded of the stallion's presence. Especially not of his amusement. It's wrong! There is no humor in this. It isn't just 'not funny'; it's both tragic and cruel, and his young heart is breaking for it. It isn't fair. He's not yet ready to see her go... no more than he's ready to face the world alone. Words aren't so easily ignored, though. He can't shut them out. Can't pretend they're just not there. They're very real, and very persistent, pressing through every ounce of will he has to not hear them. They make him want to bury his head in her mane, at first... but as they continue, he can't. Something inside the colt breaks. He jumps to his hooves, eyes snapping open, still filled with tears, and stands protectively over her. Looking as intimidating as his small form possibly can, his head lowers, expression accusing, and his ethereal wings flare threateningly. "Eat something else!" he insists, unthinkingly, as sternly as his juvenile voice will allow. No, he realizes it won't bring her back. Nothing will, but... It seems right, somehow, and bolsters his courage, even though he's still not sure what else to do. There's nothing he can do. Nothing... He realizes it, finally, soaking through to his very core. He can't see her again; not ever. Reality draws a choked sniffle from him; he swallows hard, trying to look and feel more composed than he really is. It isn't fair. It's not his fault she'd tried so hard to hide this monster from him... To hide him from this monster. He was never supposed to hear her. She never intended him to know she'd cried - especially not that she'd stayed silent for him; wordless til' the very end. Her dear, beloved child... She didn't want him to know. The colt's sharp expression wilts at the implication, only just stopping short of tears. "I..." he starts, pausing uncertainly, his ears folded as his wings pull close to his sides. He... He had been sleeping, on the fringes of a nightmare, tucked away in the safe hold she'd chosen especially for him. In her final moments, when she had no one else in the wold but him... he had been sleeping. Time stops, and Sirian can feel his heart catch in his throat, heavy with guilt. Moments pass. Long, painful moments, so laden with sadness they feel like seasons to him. Finally, he chokes a sniffle, and when he looks up again, it's with renewed - foolish - courage in his eyes. "Just go away," he tells the stranger, with all the confidence he can muster. Uta The stallion was bemused by the predicament at hand. Who would have thought that today would have turned out so fortunate? A good fight had transformed in to a delicious meal, and then pranced in the entertainment! Oooh, the entire scene was just too rich to slaughter. Besides, he was full and though the gluttonous part of him insisted he slay the foal and put him out of his misery, another half hoped to plant the seed of guilt, sorrow and hate. Perhaps this angeni in minature would grow to seek vengeance; perhaps this angeni would sin out of his pain. . . .
Shyam could only think of the fun it might bring to his future. Someday, years from the now, the two enemies would once again meet and only then would Shyam take him out. Let the foal grow and become twisted, broken, and drink from the river of bitterness; Shyam would truly win if Sirian grew in to a life tainted with hate.
So it was that the need for more blood drawn was ignored. There were other things to eat, other creatures to torment, and perhaps even a scheduled nap. Stepping over the carcass and Sirian, the chained stallion gave another laugh. "I will eat something else, foal, just be glad that isn't you. Not yet at least." Tossing him a wink the stallion continued, "I wouldn't weap so loud, you know; there are other hunters out there that won't be so kind as I to spare you." Deciding now was the best time to take his leave, the male paused only once to look back and say, "See you around, boy." A bona fide promise and guarantee that he would indeed return.
Chains clinking with every step, the murderer took his leave, more content than he'd been in days. He'd leave Sirian to his own devices - with luck the little fool wouldn't get himself killed before he grew. With luck, they would indeed well and truly meet up once again. Cihiru He's in no humor for threats; Sirian ignores his laughter, meeting the inference with juvenile obstinacy, his expression not unlike the stubborn frown he'd shown his mother. The stallion is right, though - he hasn't yet come to realize it, but he can't afford to die here; he can't let her sacrifice have been for naught. She wants him to grow. To turn strong, wise, and noble. To be the protector she had raised him as, and a creature his father can take pride in. But right now, he hardly feels it. He's small, weak, and ignorant. A coward. The courage he'd bolstered, and brandish against this intruder is leaving him, and despite his struggles, he's failing to find it. The colt is made aware of himself, and the powerless, pitiful creature he really is. His expression falls, and it's all he can do to keep his head high, as his father taught him; never mind the dampness in his eyes. He doesn't have it in himself to say something. It doesn't matter any more. Bleakly, wordlessly, Sirian watches the stallion's departure, his focus never leaving the bloody form, until it fades from sight entirely. When it does, he feels his fragile thread of control leave with it. His dammed emotions crash down around him, heavy and solemn; far too grievous for his young heart to bear. The colt collapses, burying himself against his mother's broken corpse, tears streaking his cheeks. Heedless of the elder's warning, and, perhaps, his instinct's better sense, hours pass with him curled against what's left of her, until he has neither the strength, nor the will to sob, and his quiet cries fade to silence... And, eventually, fitful sleep. Uta Kaiya moved through the woods, brow knit with concern and caution. There was a heavy scent which lingered throughout the woods, a noxious scent that drove her half mad with grief and anger. The smell was something she always felt nauseous over, but was also accustomed to dealing with on a seemingly daily basis, and it was the sight of blood that reminded her of her duties. They weren't finished or complete for as long as soquili still killed and hunted mercilessly than she still had a job. Closer and closer, ears pricked, the mare searched the area. She just had to be near to the source. . . .
Rounding a corner and pushing her way out of the underbrush, Kaiya bit back a cry and stared. Oh gods. . . . . Oh gods, there she was. . . and it was far too late. Eyes wide with horror, the mare almost took an involuntary step back at the scene; a shredded and half devoured corpse, feathers strewn about like confetti, and blood everywhere. The poor mare had indeed been feasted upon and left. . . but what was even more amazing was the fact she wasn't just a mare, she was of angeni descent. How often were angeni murdered so brazenly. . . biased she might be Kaiya had always understood they were made to be hardy spirits; they were even gifted with spells to repel creatures whom might cause them and others harm.
So what had happened?
Kaiya did notice feathers that weren't of the dead mares origin; feathers that were black as night and blood stained. Feathers, she assumed, of the killer . . . .
Ah, but her dual toned eyes rested upon something that wasn't carved indeath. Blood stained the pale form was, it still breathed and it still lived. A small form, a small creature curled up tight against the corpse of its. . . . . mother. Oh merciless heavens, why did this fate have to torment such a foal? Once again, the mare was resolved to make sure that this sort of pain never happened. . . . but it was also such scenes that made her weep not just for the creatures that killed but for the victims they left in their wake.
Now . . . . what did she do? Glancing around, Kaiya hoped to seek out a father figure or some sort of fellow guardian. Was this mare the only thing the colt had? Were there no others, no siblings, no herd in which they walked? Hesitantly, Kaiya lowered herself to the ground. She didn't want to traumatize the colt, or wake him up for that mattered. . . Once again, she was walking on fragile ground. She would not abandon a foal, especially one that was found upon such a scene. She would wait until he woke . . .
And then try to go from there. Oh, but part of Kaiya wished that the spirits might let him sleep forever. He didn't hae to wake and see his mother in such a state. He didn't have to remember all the hurt and pain that this was going to cause. . . A shame life wasn't so kind. Cihiru It comes as no surprise Sirian's sleep is restless, riddled with monsters and hurt and nightmares no child his age should dream. He stirs countless times, always seeming on the verge of waking, and always finding shelter against his lifeless mother. It cycles for hours, until his fatigue in sleeping almost mirrors his exhaustion in waking, and even his subconsciousness can't bear it any more. Jolting awake, the colt's head shoots upward, his ears flicking back. He feels stiff, blood smudged, crusted, and clinging to his fur, and its stench engulfs him once he's alert enough to realize it. For a moment, his melancholy expression twists in a discomforted grimace. And then he notices he has company. Sirian takes an uncertain step back, away from the stranger, and away from the broken corpse, his features openly wary and distrusting. He could run; get away, survive... For a moment, the idea commands his thoughts. But he remembers himself. He doesn't want to run. The colt's ethereal wings lift, all four stretching wide, almost doubling his apparent, still-small size. "What do you want?" he ventures, accusingly. It's not like him; he's a kind, gentle soul, not at all like the coarseness he's showing now, but he can't seem to help himself. He's hurting, still obvious in his grieving, young visage, even as he stands protectively over his butchered mother. Uta Oh dear. . . Kaiya took no offense to the small angeni's words. He wreaked of fear and blood and the mare was almost brought to tears while observing him. The young one had to be traumatized and the fact that he hadn't left the hour old corpse proved a great loyalty to the mare. It truly was a shame that there were hunters so cruel that walked the planet. . . .
Keeping her wings folded tightly and her ears slightly pushed back in more of a submissive show, she studied the little one and contemplated her words carefully. If she said the wrong thing he might flee and she would so terribly hate to give chase. If he ran she would let him run, but that wouldn't mean she'd leave him be. He was too young to be out and about on his own especially in a world so cruel. And if something had killed a grown angeni, it only made sense that said beast might still be in the neighborhood.
Ah, but his question. . . . "I want nothing more than to see you come to no harm, young one. I . . . I'm sorry I came too late to heal and help." She murmured softly, averting her gaze from the colt and the remains of his mother. If only she'd known or been given some sort of sign; if only she had woken up earlier and left hours sooner perhaps she could have assisted to drive off the beast. Perhaps she could have offered healing to the mares wounds, at least enough to keep her alive. . . .
But she didn't, couldn't. "I promise I mean you no harm." She understood that there was a good chance her words would fall upon deaf ears. How could he possibly understand trust so soon after the fall of his mother? Once again, she was going to have to invest some time with the young foal. She could only hope that he had relatives or additional family near, but with the fact none were present and grieving or had taken the boy in their comfort left Kaiya to assume the worst. Cihiru Too late. Her words resound in him with tremulous force, shattering his fragile heart all over again. He'd been too late... He's not so ignorant he doesn't know it wouldn't have mattered, even if he hadn't been, but still it upsets him. He resents his powerlessness; his helplessness. He hates his forceful deference to fate and purpose - even if she had taught him of it - if only because they took her from him. They should have left her. She should be here with him!... As more than this broken husk. His guilt swells, so powerful he think he might burst. "It doesn't matter," Sirian tells her, darkly, heedless of her kind words. She can't hurt him more than he hurts already; no one can. It doesn't matter what she says, nor what she promises. She can't undo it either. "Just leave us alone." He glowers briefly, passing her a sullen, still-mistrustful glance; one so grievous, it's hardly befitting of his young features. Some small, timid part of him realizes he doesn't know what he'll do, even if she does. He feels... empty now, like the sun may never come up again, and there's no tomorrow, if she's not there waiting with it. There are no adventures, no mysteries, and no discoveries waiting for him, biding time until they're found and experienced. No nothing. He's only his pitiful self, alone, and ultimately aimless, with nothing to tie him to reality but a nagging inkling he needs to stay alive, and a strong desire to stay and protect the only small thread of dignity he feels she has left. As though he's able. Really, he knows he lacks the strength and stature to do even that. The colt's posture shrinks, his wingspan faltering and threatening to pull close before he manages to catch himself. Certainly, he's small, weak, and helpless, but... He's very proud of his parents, too. What, he wonders, would Father have him do? Uncertainty edges into his visage; he doesn't know. Uta The mare's heart broke as the little face, full of woe and regret, glared up at her. The expression that seemed to cover his blood splattered self wasn't fitting; she knew within her heart of hearts that he was far too gentle to be so bitter, so cold. But who could blame him? With this tragedy befallen him, with no other soquili around to offer comfort or guide him through the labyrinth of grief, there was a chance his bitterness could overwhelm him for always.
Kaiya refused to let that happen.
Still settled before the colt and his mother, she gave no response to his words. She was not going to leave him, for all he wished she would. No, there would be no abandonment, not this time; she too would protect the dead mare and her son from any nearby predators. The stench of blood had to attract something; a few ravens sat in the tall tree tops, and various nips looked to have already been taken out of her while the colt slept.
Insects, maggots, wouldn't take long to discover the flesh either. Though the pale colt wasn't ready to be rid of his mother, Kaiya didn't want him to witness the act of 'the world' disposing of her remains. Half-rising, the mare reached up and snagged hold of a thin branch. Some leaves were still attached, making it a useful sort of cover. With a snap she broke it the twig before setting it gently over a particularly picked at and nibbled part of her hide.
". . . so the animals won't get her," she murmured softly, waiting for the little colt to object. She wasn't trying to dirty or stain the fallen; but a miniature burial would keep the colt from seeing his mother digested before him. Cihiru His father's frequent, dutiful absences have afforded Sirian an odd sort of acceptance of them; he has a healthy respect for responsibility and obligation, and is happy to share his father with those more in need than he is. Unfortunately, now, he's the one in need, and he's feeling so lost and hopeless, he doesn't even realize it. The colt knows only he wants to do right by him. Having him gone now, when Sirian feels he has no one else to turn to is a crushing weight on his already brittle emotions. He's beside himself with grief, unable to do anything but stand still as a statue and watch, wary in her silence. What does she want, if not to further degrade him or his mother? She surely couldn't have meant... No. Sirian shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. She had been lying. A front to lull him into security. He can't... He can't trust anyone. Not even her, who acts so very kind, and so very much like his fallen mother. And then she moves. His ears pin as his muscles tense, aching to lunge forward, ready to try and stop her from... whatever it is she plans on doing. It never comes. She only shifts slowly, so he never once feels threatened, and is instead left observing with suspicious intensity. "..." He thinks to open his maw for objection, but nothing comes. Sirian can't argue with that; not even with his erratic, illogical emotions. He wants very much to protect her, even in her death, and this stranger's done nothing more than abide by him. He relents, grudgingly, and watches in silence a moment longer, until the branch rests atop her, shielding her from both sight and nature. A distrustful frown overtakes his features, pushing aside his sadness as he wrestles within himself; against his unnatural independence and his childish need to feel cherished and praised, as he knows his parents would do if he were doing the right thing... The right thing... Sirian knows there is no right. He can't win here. But ultimately, this is perhaps the closest he may come, even if it does come at the aid of a stranger. The colt steps forward, over the corpse, his brows furrowing. There is a brief moment he eyes the angeni, wordlessly, almost daring her to move while he leaves her unattended. Then his wings fold against his sides, and he turns, averting his crystal-blue gaze to the canopy overhead. Most are far too tall for his small stature, but one... Sirian shifts to the edge of the clearing, beneath a particularly low-hanging branch, and rares up on his hind legs to clasp it between his teeth. It resists, bending and clinging stubbornly when he stands down again, even as he steps back and tugs against it. He frowns at it, giving it a persistent snort and twisting his head, making it quite clear he does not require help. Finally, it snaps, granting him a few feet of twig laden with leafy foliage. The foal drags it across the clearing, where he pulls it over his mother, and lays it as gently as if he were weaving a wreathe of flowers.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 2:51 am
8.12 We Meet Again: Kali & Akteon
EchoLimaFoxtrot Akteon was not one to think so exclusively on a mare, or stallion, or situation, or anything of the like. In fact, it was quite common for him to experience and not quite forget but he did not dwell. But after meeting the mare Kali, his thoughts quite oftenly returned to her.
His nature was not to stay in the same place, but if one knew of the stallion's usual travelling, it would be interesting for one to note how he did not stray too far from that clearing which seemed to be so important to her. Akteon did not know consciously what he was doing, but deep down it was as if he hoped he would see her again.
A bush shuffled. Instead of taking a step back and maybe lowering his horned head defensively, Akteon looked at and perked his ears towards the bush. Oh yes, things had changed, and when a young bear came out of the greenery... the stallion took an alarmed step back.
Where the youngin' was, the mother was not far behind... and Akteon did not want to fight. Without looking back, only having his eyes plastered on the young bear and ears swiveling to catch any sound of the undoubtable mother bear. One step, two, three...
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 2:56 am
8.13 A Day Out: Julian, Darius & T'Cora
Talencia Darius didn't, quite, pace as he waited, but he did keep flipping his wings half-open and then folded against his sides again. He wasn't exactly nervous, but he felt the weight of the importance of today on his shoulders. He and his mate had both decided that as the foals grew to understand the world around them, each should be taken aside and taught something by one of them. It was meant to be a day spent together, bonding and learning together. He really shouldn't be nervous! However, his stomach was in knots and slowly turning like a mid-air barrel roll.
This was to be the first of their children that would be taken for a day of bonding. He really wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say or do. What was imperative to teach a foal? Oh, he and T'Cora had discussed some things, but at this moment, they were escaping him. Disgusted with himself, he snorted and pawed the soft earth beneath one hoof. He hadn't even been this worked up before greeting and courting his mate! Sternly he mentally took himself in hand, forcing calm and sensiblity into his attitude with a final flip of feathers. And just in time, it seemed.
For here came his mate and his son.T'Cora had bathed and fussed tenderly over her son. In her heart of hearts, it felt almost as if he was taking those first tentative steps towrds maturity. She was losing the first of her babies. Oh, she knew that wasn't really so, but it was hard to watch her little ones grow up, even a very little bit. As she walked with Julian to the arranged meeting place, she looked down at him trotting quietly at her side. Touched by the poignant moment, she curved her neck to nuzzle him softly, blowing her warm breath across his face.
"Your father has been looking forward to this. Be good for him." The last was hardly necessary. Julian was a sober soul, not prone to spurts of frivolity and irresponsibility, despite his youth. Even so, the motherly spirit awoken in the unicorn mare was sometimes stronger than logic. Amused at herself, she turned to see her mate and nickered a loving greeting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 5:46 pm
saedusk The wind was at his back today. As the dark stallion galloped across the field, he could feel it pushing him along. Already he'd been running for what seemed like hours without tiring. Not that a little bit of exercise bothered him on normal days, but any day he could keep at his passion like this for so long was definitely an awesome one. Tossing his head, Nakawara pulled back to a good trot, kicking up his hooves and dancing around like a little foal. There was, without a doubt, nothing better than feeling that breeze against his fine fur.
A strong whip of the wind called him from the stupor of his playful dancing. Lifting his gaze to the sky, he watched a few clouds circling overhead. The fluffy, white wisps were surprisingly calming, even for one with an attention span as short as his. Although, recently, he'd found himself more interested in the stars of the night sky than the clouds of the day. Clopping slowly over to a nearby tree, he leaned his weight against the thick trunk, taking a moment or two to relax.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 12:13 am
8.15 Take Wing: Wind Gypsy & Asch
Cihiru Spring and summer have finally left the quiet, diverse Kawani lands. She's watched them depart for some time now, first as a fading of the fresh, newborn green, then, slowly, as an absence of warmth. It's gone now; fall is upon them, bringing with it a crisp beauty all its own. The leaves are turning, rich golds and bright reds painting the treetops. A cool breeze licks through the valleys now and then, and with it, wildlife rejoices the relenting of the scorching heat. Birds sing as loudly as their small lungs will allow, and a careful eye may spot squirrels scurrying through fallen leaves. Even the Soquili have fallen prey to this infectious celebration, and foals frolic and play while their parents will let them.
Until now, the watchful mare has observed from beneath the billowing clouds, wings tucked firmly against her sides. It's not that she thinks herself a land-bound sort, forever forsaking the blessing of flight, but... Circumstances of late have been beyond her mortal control, and she's only just regained the ability to utilize it.
Experimentally, she extends a pinion, stretching and testing it with short, brisk flaps. A moment later, the other joins it, outstretched, and then she takes wing, ignoring for now the storm she knows is brewing in the distance. It's a ways off yet, and she has much to appreciate here, in the present.
She flies, and flies, and flies, over plains and forests, hills and valleys, reveling in the simple joy of the wind coursing through her mane. Windy would never say it, but flight is truly a tragic blessing to miss out on. She'd share it with every soul, if only she were able. Alas, she's not.
And now, the environment seems set on making certain she's not able to enjoy it either. She can hear thunder rolling in the distance, ever-nearer, and the cotton clouds are darkening on the horizon, so near she can smell their dampness. A crack of lightning splits the air, and then, she decides it's no longer time to ride the skies. The mare tucks her wings, setting down, elegantly, into a rippling plain.
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