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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 6:05 am
Alliances I have managed to find out a decent amount about Udi the idiot now; five siblings, three half siblings (still foals) a father, a mother and his father’s new mate. For now, I don’t plan to go after any of them, it would be far more interesting to punish purple-face himself, but should I run across one of them I might take the opportunity to deal out a little pain. Still, my search brought me to Yisi and I was busy munching on some pepper-plants when the half-breed seer appeared as if from nowhere. That’ll teach me to pay more attention. Still, surprisingly we got on quite well and I find myself actually respecting her more than fearing her or disliking her for her magic. Her mission, it seems, is going rather well and I shared my interesting news with her along with word of that twerp Udi. We talked for a bit more about this and that and then, out of the blue, she suggested an alliance. Allying myself with power which is in some ways greater than my own seemed sensible and I was all too ready to agree. I shall watch myself around her, of course, to avoid being manipulated but I’m not overly worried on that score. Our agreement is that we shall not attempt to hinder one another’s causes, and that we may give one another two names and add a rule behind them. Hers were Melantho and Aku (both black creatures apparently) and she has told me that no harm must come to them by my hooves. I didn’t have any names to give her in return, but that’s no big deal; not hurting them doesn’t put me out in the least. She left then, presumably to get on with her mission, and I headed off in search of more things to do. After a while of pondering, I found myself wondering about the names she has given to me. There is a special Reya mare who is worth starting a war over. Melantho is a female name, and Storm values the bearer of that name enough to include her in our agreement. It doesn’t take a genius to add those two things together and get a black Reya mare named Melantho who is, apparently, very special. I may have to look into this and find out if Storm is onto something with this one, or if she’s just hooves over head in love with her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:37 am
Dragons, Phoenixes and PrincesSome people just can’t keep their noses out. Utena, it turns out, is such a person. I should have expected it really, styling herself a prince as she does. The pink idiot butted into a fight I was having with some idiot freak of a Reya. Apparently she felt affronted pride and general ego wasn’t a good enough reason for a fight. Were she less interesting, I would have set fire to those disguising pink locks of hers and watched her burn with great satisfaction. Next time she pisses me off, I might well do that; she traded her status as a person I intend to leave be to live their short little life unburned for taking the Reya (Ignatius) off my list of people I thoroughly intend to destroy. Haha. She blathered on at me about how she thought I took advantage of mares left right and center and then dropped them. She doesn’t quite seem to have caught onto the fact that I think most Nequus beneath me, and wouldn’t touch those masses with a thirty-length branch. Still, she is young and self-righteous and stupid so I suppose her assumptions are understandable. I wonder who made her think of attractive, proud stallions that way. It would be interesting to find out, certainly. In any case, fortunately the scaled prat of a Reya left before too long; I suppose he saw no more point than I to continuing our encounter given our fight had been broken up and the heat of the moment had passed. Starting up again would have been awkward; once the moment is gone, it’s gone and there’s no bringing it back especially with a third wheel hanging about and mouthing off every two seconds. I hope to hell scales never reproduces; that would be exceedingly annoying if they took after him in temper, though I must say his mutations were interesting. Perhaps I shall add him to my list of people to watch. He’s still a moron, but he’s an interesting moron at least, yes, a moron worth watching. I still wish I’d got to finish that fight though; I was rather enjoying myself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:30 pm
Just perfect Colleen and Kati. An interesting pair, actually, an Ichsa and a Carris coloured almost alike; white with black diamonds and red accents to them. The Ichsa is away with the fairies and seems to be one or two elppas short of a treeful in general. Kati on the other hoof is as sharp as a Rit’s claw, and seems to have the same opinion on idiots as I do. She is very nice with Coleen though; ‘Kati-nana’ and all that drek. Still, I’m going to Quirne with them for a lack of anything else to do, and between them they give me something to talk to and something to look at so I could have done worse I suppose. I think Colleen rather likes me, too, which is odd unless she only likes the physical side. Still, I suppose I’ll have time enough to fins that out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:35 pm
Qurine ponderings
Well fancy that; Quirne is just where I left it. Colleen seems to love the place, and she seems to be becoming fonder of me by the moment. I find her quite tolerable company, when she’s in a calm mood in any case. I don’t know how long Kati and Colleen plan to hang around here, or indeed how long I plan to. There’s really only so much you can sting out being enamored of a big lot of undrinkable water, but that’s true of everything really. I suppose I shall remain until I tire of the pair of them, or until they move on; one place in Urin is much like another so far as I’m concerned, it’s not as though I’m going to run out of time to go back and look at any given one of them or something.
I’ve not shown my matched companions my powers yet, and when I’ve nothing else to do I ponder vaguely on when I might reveal them. I’m in no rush really, don’t even really care if they find out at all but if I do let them find out I’d like to do it with a little flare, awful pun definitely not intended. Ah well, I suppose it’ll be a spur of the moment thing in the end; thinking about it isn’t going to help in the end.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:40 pm
New location
Well, we left Quirne and ended up in, yes, Shrilal. I suppose I should have expected that really, but there you have it. The saplings grew quickly and wound together to produce two fruits. They look fine to me, bigger every time I return with food for Colleen. I felt a little compelled to remain and aid her, foolish though that might be. I probably should have left, I don’t want to risk getting attached to creatures that will be gone in the blink of an eye. And yet here I am, running around with a basket in my mouth. I always have been a fool.
I find myself wondering, when I’m running and have little else to think about, what the foals will be like. I doubt they will inherit my talents, and I hope they do not inherit their mother’s insanity. I don’t know if I care if they’re girls or boys, if they’re healthy or happy or whatever but the fact that I’m wondering at all is still somewhat worrying. Wondering leads to caring and caring leads to pain, which I generally like to avoid. Yet here I am, running around with a basket. Will I never learn?
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:45 pm
Fillies
Maeve and Orlaith; their mother named them. They each have a bit of her and a bit of me about them. They’re alright, I suppose, they’re foals like any foals really. I’m still playing protective, and I’m being relatively nice to Colleen, Kati and the girls. I’m not sure if I’ve gone soft or just have nothing better to do with my time than hang about and be the protective father type.
We’ve left Shrilal now, the fillies are big enough for it, and we’re going to the red mountains to... to... to look at them I believe, I wasn’t really listening. I do hope we don’t run into and Katilenuck soldiers wishing to enslave or kill us; I’d only be able to save myself. Still, all of them are going to die pretty soon in any case so I suppose I don’t really matter in the end. Perhaps I’d kill them quickly to save them being torn apart, though thinking of it they’d probably much rather have three Ichsa mares alive. Kati would be pretty stuffed though. Ah well, that’s life in the end; death.
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