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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:23 am
It was dark. And like the dark itself, the eyes of a half-kalona mutant mare gleamed invisibly as it focused and locked itself onto the supple body of a small hare. It cowered, and its shadow followed suit as the moonlight shined on its soft fur. Its chest heaved as it panted in quick succession, as it was thoroughly exhausted from the terror the mare instilled in it seconds prior.
The mare decided to let mercy reign, however, and ended the hare's life with a quick and tight snap of the jaw over its now still body, after a lightning fast flash of her head, the hare had no idea what was coming, much less time to react. She proceeded to chew contentedly as the prey's bones gave a sickening crack from the stress the mare's fangs put on the body. Anything near the area would be right in their mind to run away after the unsettling sound of crunching bones. But if their curiosity ventured further, they would have surely stopped in fright right then in face of the void-eyed towering figure, and she would have put an end to the trembling, kind soul she was.
Her face was stained with fresh blood, and she took a moment to lick the last remnants of the sweet juice while spitting a small bone out that had lingered in her jaw. Blood gave her a small feeling of an adrenaline rush, something she supposed she inherited from a side of her parents. Though she never enjoyed the chase as much as she should have (because a trip to cleanse herself was usually needed, after all that running and dirt or scratch accumulation, especially if the prey decided to give back a tiny struggle), the fresh blood and food to satisfy her stomach was rewarding.
Gaze roamed around the area, sensing for anything else near that may have provided more pleasure, more rewards... Her wings stretched out, and, being slightly larger-than-normal, must have impressed her figure greatly in the moon's glare.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:34 am
Soaring in the night sky, Keiran decided to descend to the earth once more to instill terror in the weak-hearted. He wasn't exactly like his mother but he was pretty close to not having a heart. Tilting his head slightly, Keiran's ears caught the sound of a slight cracking. Bones... Oh how intrigued he was. He began to walk towards the noise. The smell of blood filled his nostrils but he didn't recoil. He actually took a deep breath, savoring every second of it.
Keiran finally came upon Dismay. He gazed at the blood on her face and he felt the strong urge to go over to her and get a taste of the blood on his tongue. He looked at her, observing her features and movements. He noticed her eyes were nowhere to be seen but instead a void of blackness presided where they should have been. The stallion didn't say anything, waiting to see what her reaction would be to him.
He wasn't concerned for his safety because... there was no way he could get hurt. Keiran had a very high self esteem about himself; he had no reason to dislike anything about him. He was perfect in every way.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:51 am
The faint clopping of hooves came as a mild surprise to the mare, especially when it continued to gain volume. She sniffed the air tentatively, but was disappointed when all she could smell was what she had just eaten. She had expected something smaller--and by the sounds of the being coming her way, it was definitely larger than her to an extent. She had anticipated a fatally curious raccoon, perhaps, or even a family member of what she had just devoured--but...another soquili? They were usually smarter to stray away from the warning signs of death.
She turned around quickly as soon as the steps came to a halt. Her gaze intensified as it found two poignant yellow eyes flashing in her direction. Immediately, her lips curled into a snarl and she held her ground, body forcing her to. She had noticed the familiar cloven hooves, and leathered wings that traced back to her own family heritage, but the spaded tail was new--however all of those traits revived an instinctive conscience that told her the form had, to some degree, a chance of formidability. There was only one thing stopping her from fully believing that the stranger was from a descent similar to her own kalona heritage, and that was the pair of "horns" resting upon its head. Were they simply an underdeveloped form of her own black pair of horns?
But whatever it was, the mare was already growing restless at how its eyes were blatantly staring at her without any other sign of movement or speech. She knew she was a sight to behold, but it was also quite rude to intrude on her feasting, especially if that imposition involved needless gaping!
There was hesitation in her reaction, as the mare had no reasons to break into battle unless provoked, or at least before she got proper training. She knew she could handle most herbivores, but something with the means to attack back, and even perhaps take a bite out of her... She knew her limitations well. And so she held her ground, barking at the figure, "What are you to interrupt me? Did you want to be next?" She licked her lips menacingly to that empty threat, hoping that she would somehow ward off the figure that, at a distance, seemed slightly bigger than herself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:05 pm
Keiran couldn't stay away once he smelled blood; oh the smell was so pleasant... She was definitely odd, he could say that for sure. And by her wings, he knew she was a kalona but she wasn't like him. But he shouldn't have been surprised that it was a kalona, he was probably lucky that it wasn't a skinwalker or anything because then he would have to be careful...
The stallion observed her stance and reaction to him. He smiled to himself, had he made her angry? That would please him a lot if he did but he shouldn't put high hopes on that. Keiran didn't really feel the need to harm her even though that should be in his nature. His parents probably had contributed to that because they weren't exactly as aggressive as they could be.
He licked front of his teeth hungrily; the smell of the blood filling his nostrils was only making things more difficult. "I don't think I could be next even if I wanted to." Keiran shrugged nonchalantly feeling a little arrogant tonight even though he usually was pretty passive. He kept his disturbed thoughts to himself but perhaps he could share them with her... Putting on a charming smile, Keiran had determined that it could possibly be quite interesting to talk to her. "So what are you doing out here so late at night and making a ruckus too?" He wasn't really one for formal introductions.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 2:16 pm
The black and white mare observed the stranger's unsettling smile and slight drool when he had displayed signs of hunger. Surely he wasn't jesting about eating her! She faltered momentarily, unsure of whether she were to meet him in the case that he attacked, or...
She chose to take a riskier path as she began a steady, slow march towards the stallion. She put up a smile that almost quivered when she spoke, "Oh? Well, what makes you so impressive, weak-horned one?" She paused briefly to let her gaze float over to the black appendages resting on his head where there should have been real horns. "Those are horns, right?" She assured herself that they were no doubt harmless, especially compared with her own trio of horns. "You fail to see, like many others before you, that you possess nothing that would be able to challenge me." Her now-apparent grin had spread to show the rows of sharp fangs lining her mouth.
"Such a pity, though, for your interruption; perhaps your life wouldn't have been cut so short had it not been for your obtuse greeting. One never dares disturb one such as myself when feeding. Have you any sense?" A laugh rang out as she continued saying, "Alright then, stallion, any last words?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 2:27 pm
Keiran's upbringing had not allowed him to show any weakness or to even feel any emotions in general. He found his ways around it but he would never back down especially to someone like her. Never would he be afraid... Why did she care so much about his physical appearance? She was probably just looking for some different aspect of him and put him down to make herself feel better. What an insecure mare... Keiran muttered something inaudibly but kept his gaze locked on Dismay as she approached.
The stallion wasn't sure if he wanted to answer her questions but he changed his mind quickly. "Are you so insecure with yourself that you have to put someone else that is obviously more beautiful then you down?" He really did believe that he was a handsome stallion; he had no flaws or anything that would prove that statement wrong. "Ah, but you are obviously speaking incorrectly there. I have everything I need to challenge you and unfortunately, you are the one lacking every-"
Out of the corner of his eye, Keiran noticed a melting puddle of snow catching the moon's weak rays but still allowing him to see his reflection in the little puddle. Oh, how beautiful he was. At that instant, Keiran forgot about the kalona approaching him and just stared at his reflection in the water.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 2:53 pm
The mare's own upbringing would result in a few insecurities, like that of her soiled appearance as a result of her no-good father. She knew this, and would waste no time in making it known that what she inherited from her father was truly revolting. However, instead of dwelling on her faults, she chose to use some of the traits to her advantage--her eyes, for example, to lock down the various creatures that chose to have their attention captured by her simple stare.
Sniffing at the stallion's poor comment, the mare was finally within a hoof's reach of his body. He seemed larger than a normal stallion, but she recognized that she, too, was larger than normal because of her father. She stopped and replied when his "speech" was cut short, "What is it you have, then?" She awaited the answer but her patience waned very quickly. "What is it, and no last words I presume?" she demanded.
Little did she know what exactly the stallion was doing, but she casted her angered look to where the stallion turned his own gaze to. She was nearly beside him now as she craned her neck to inspect what it was that distracted him from her. Was the fool merely staring at a reflection?
As she looked down, she couldn't help but compare her repelling face to his. His expression was positive while staring upon itself, and she was disgusted by how her father destroyed her potential for beauty. "It is a pity, stallion, that the only reason I may lack is because of circumstances I did not have a say in. You should appreciate you did not descend from the same lines as I." At once, she felt a the need to wash off her blood-stained face in front of the stranger, and decided to destroy the reflection from the puddle by dunking her lower jaw in. In that instant, she had left herself vulnerable, all because of a mild introspection! Curse her father, if he had not already been cursed to begin with!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 3:05 pm
Keiran stayed in this trance-like state for a few minutes. The moment she dipped her muzzle into the water, Keiran snapped out of it. But now he was sincerely angry. This mare had the daring to defile his gorgeous reflection. A low growl emitted from the back of Keiran's throat. "What the hell is wrong with you? My perfect features are now sullied by this... blood!" Backing away from her, Keiran's mood swing began to subside.
Shaking his head, Keiran gazed at the ground thoughtfully as if trying to atone for his atrocious behavior. But even if his body language showed that, there was no repentance in his eyes. After a few seconds, Keiran lifted his head to stare at Dismay and his voice returned to its normal pitch. "I don't understand what you're talking about but you shouldn't dwell on trivial things that you didn't have say in." One thing that Keiran did have in his heart was understanding. He knew that not everybody could be beautiful but even so, as long as they wished to be, they could. "You're not hideous and you should be proud of your parents." Deep inside, Keiran knew that he was proud of his heritage. His father, besides Keiran, was one of the most perfect beings there ever existed. His mother was beautiful and strong in her own right.
"Maybe I'm not the one who should be looking at my reflection then." Keiran seemed to gaze at her thoughtfully but any traces of emotion disappeared as soon as he was done speaking.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 7:51 pm
"...Oh?" she questioned snidely while lifting her head, as she was amused as soon as the growl was heard. She struck a chord now, did she? Though the winged mare had no idea what the other was talking about--what perfect features? There was nothing about him that was anywhere near perfection. "Afraid of blood now, are we?" she taunted as he seemed to back frightfully away.
The half-kalona snorted when the male gave her pitiful advice. And when he got to the part about being proud of one's parent's, she about retched in disdain. It was true that she held some sort of regard towards her mother, however the other side of the gene pool was very different... "You don't know what you're talking about," she snapped. If only he had been raised like her, having a beautiful mother nitpick over every little thing she had that reminded everyone else of father, he wouldn't have been so cocky. Though her temper was somewhat lifted when he said she wasn't hideous--but she already knew that. She couldn't have been half as hideous as her father or a few of her other siblings. "If you met my father you'd find yourself to be very wrong indeed..." She looked away as she remarked that, having never met her disgrace of a father either. Despite her having never interacted with him, she still held a disdainful hate towards him, the same hate her mother infused within her and her brother and sister.
She didn't understand the stallion's advice, but she felt uncomfortable as he simply stood there staring into her with his glowing yellow eyes. It seemed to defeat any life held within her own sunken black eyes, and she was speechless for the moment. She couldn't tell that she was a bit stunned at the other's advice for taking pride in her own family--it was such a ridiculous sentiment, who was he to provide her with such a faulty assessment? Little did he know... were her thoughts as she kicked a loose pebble on the ground his way.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:04 pm
"Not quite. Your hideous personality, I could possibly be afraid of. Possibly." Keiran spat near her hooves. Now, he was in a bad mood because of her interruption of his trance. He had to admit, he loved gazing at his reflection. Nothing in the world mattered more then himself.
Smirking slightly, her family seemed to be the root of all of her troubles. She knew his weakness, now he knew hers. Touche. "I probably know more then you do. It's pretty pathetic to dwell on things such as your heritage. Even though I'm proud of mine, it doesn't effect me the way it seems to effect you. "Who cares about your father or mother? You're your own person. It makes no difference who your parents are. I'd love to meet your father and see how horrible he is but I would never make a connection between you two." Speaking rather harshly, Keiran seemed to have inherited his father's knack for long speeches. Muttering rapidly to himself, "Why am I even bothering..." Why try and talk sense to somebody that he knew didn't care? Gazing at her with observant eyes, Keiran didn't doubt that her father was as horrible as she made him out to be but he didn't care...
"What's wrong? Skinwalker got your tongue? Don't act so pitiful. I'm pretty sure, from what I've seen, you're not one to be sympathized with." Disdainfully, Keiran shot a glare at her and turned slightly to his right. The kalona gazed up at the moon, seeming rather distant all of a sudden.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 2:52 am
A smirk came in response to the stallion's admittance of his potential fear held for her. Well, if he hadn't been frightened by mere looks alone, what better way to strike fear than with one's dark personality? She instinctively raised her hooves as he spat, ready to strike at him, but in the last instance, the recesses of her mind told her not to, at least for now, and her hooves landed back on the ground with an echoing, sharp thud.
Her eyes narrowed as the strange kalona tried to berate and humiliate her with words. She was already vaguely used to it coming from her mother and siblings that she was able to shrug most of it off with ease. It made no sense in convincing the stranger otherwise of her stance on familial problems and such if he hadn't the faintest idea where she was coming from. Nor did she care to divulge her true feelings or life history, but that was a given.
He didn't know what it was like being raised to defeat one's own father and siblings even, perhaps. He couldn't comprehend the notion of having his own mother express utter distaste in remnants of his father in oneself. She had little to turn to, as the sister that she grew up with was a complete nut case, while her direct brother was simply... her brother. She had not met the siblings her father raised besides Torment, who may have been one of the very few that she considered her equal.
But she couldn't help but let his words linger in her mind. How could an offspring of a couple pretend parents didn't make up much of one's life? She was trained throughout her entire life alongside with her two siblings by a parent, so without what knowledge she accumulated from her mother, what would she be? The mare felt her heart sink as she realized that she held some sort of respect that the stranger before her could thrive on such independence. Faulty independence, as he seemed to be a tad too interested in himself, but nonetheless independence. She was now enlightened and curious to seek this freedom from her family ties, and find a more plausible reason for her position regarding her father. It wouldn't just be a mother's revenge now.
"I am not looking for sympathy," she worded slowly but spitefully, eyes still casted on the stallion, but you will be looking for it soon, she thought. As soon as he lost his focus on the danger of the situation, she saw that moment of vulnerability, and this time, she would take it. Without a second's hesitation, the large black-winged mare stepped roughly into the air, swooping into the stallion with her fangs and three horns aiming for the side of his neck. Her sharp front hooves were positioned straight out, sure to inflict pain on anything that got in their way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:05 pm
Keiran wasn't sure what else he wanted to say to Dismay. He was done trying to persuade her but she was interesting and that was enough to want him to stick around. At least it was more interesting then wandering around with only the crows to talk to. Watching her carefully, Keiran had really forgotten the danger in the current situation but he really was unconcerned. Even though he seemed rather weak for a kalona, he had some tricks up his sleeve.
He was rather curious about her history but he wasn't interested in angering her... at the moment. Though... that would be entertaining. Shaking his head slightly, Keiran was rather spaced out at the moment. Sometimes things with a certain ethereal beauty caught his eye because he knew how to appreciate them.
Raising a brow, Keiran continued to watch her carefully with his golden eyes. He felt a sudden change in the atmosphere around the two and he turned his head and watched the kalona rise into the air. Oh how troublesome... Keiran was pretty sure that he didn't want any scars on his beautiful body. So as she came closer to him, her horns pointing menacingly at his form, Keiran stepped out of the way and slipped into the darkness. "Oh, did I happen to hit a nerve? No need to get angry now..." He spoke but kept himself concealed hoping that there were enough shadows so that she couldn't see him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:58 pm
Had the half-kalona mare known the other had been still focused on her, she would have taken another means to assault him. When she noticed his turn of the head, it was obvious that her intentions had been spotted, but it was too late to back off. Though the stallion had realized the preemptive attack, she knew well enough that he would possibly avoid her, but she still had a sliver of hope that she could land a blow to his figure.
As she reached where she thought the stallion was standing at, she felt nothing and landed roughly on her hooves from the flight, mouth held in a snarl. She then turned with head lowered, horns out to the place where she thought she had seen the stranger's shadow and pierced the air, and hopefully where the stallion had gone to. How could one evaporate within the darkness so quickly like that? Surely this opponent was more unnatural than most, it almost put a little fear in her.
Not out of anger she was attacking, but it was in her nature to take advantage of such a seemingly blithe action of others--in this case, the odd kalona stallion's stupidity to take his attention away from her to an irrelevant thing like the moon. She had supposed it was a perfect opportunity, but her guess was wrong, and training not up to par if he was able to evade her with such ease.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:29 pm
Calculating slightly, Keiran moved away from her but just enough so that he wouldn't be harmed by her vicious horns. He couldn't say he was surprised by her act but that was definitely weird. He was sure that he hadn't said anything offending... yet. Shrugging, Keiran reappeared to her left a few feet away. "Now, tell me, why are you attacking me again? It would be so unfortunate if I got a scar or something..." Of course, his appearance was on his thoughts as he spoke. That would be a sad thing if he started to bleed or anything; an imperfection on his flawless body.
Keiran continued to gaze at her with his golden eyes. It was a strange night tonight... "Are you planning to kill me?" His voice suddenly changed to a harsher tone. "If you are, you better stop thinking that because it'll never happen." He was dead serious this time because it would be pointless to waste time like this when they could be talking or he could be looking at his reflection.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 11:17 pm
The mare should have suspected his evasion at her lunge, and she did. But that was not enough to quell her need to hurt the other--even though the perfect opportunity had come and gone, and she had failed to take advantage of it, once she had made the move--she felt the need to finish it. She had never encountered one she couldn't down, but this was different--she had never taken on another one similar to her evil kind before, and it had always almost been smaller prey, but still... These were times that would have been nice if emotion was able to be seen through her thick blackness around her eyes, for her frustration and blood lust would have been able to waver a braver kalona's spirit.
As the male seemingly reappeared out of the darkness, she put a snarl on her face that quickly turned into a menacing smile as she replied with attempts to strike him with her front hooves, "Don't you think you would look much nicer with a large gash across your chest?"
She thought he would. And if not kill, she would wound the stranger, at least, for his insolence. She had never met another that wouldn't give in to her strikes, and he wasn't even intimidated the least by her appearance, choosing to focus on his own instead. Such strange motions made the half-kalona befuddled, and in that confusing wake, she wanted his blood. There was no more need for pointless talk if one could act, after all.
Her own blood boiled as she listened to his stern words. Who was he to think that he could never fall? Things like that made her feel the need to show them just what was right, and that is that there is no such thing as perfection. She wanted to put a blemish on his coat, and so sought out for another split second to approach with a hit.
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