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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:29 pm
Like always, the rather large, blue hued stallion had found himself alone and awake as the sun had barely begun to peek over the mountains in the distance- those first rays had touched down upon the land and a newfound and rejuvinated intesity had begun to stream through the valley and chase away the darkness. His slate-grey brows knitted slightly as his tattered, sleek tail swayed behind him im a simple matter while those ocher orbs seemed to glance about looking for something, perhaps someone, or maybe even curious if anyone would be about during the early hours of the morning. The weather was still cold and condensation and drops of dew had gathered upon the fur around his cheeks and under his chin, even his mane had seemed to gather frost in isolated places.
Kimahri exhaled a deep breath as a wreath of fog emitted from his nostrils as he paced forward slightly, his armor and heavily cladded protection clinking with a clank and shrill cry of metal against metal.
"It is quiet," he mumbled to himself. His body was very much awake and attentive to the dawning of the new day but, still, it felt as if something was missing. The customs and ways of these lands were so foreign and sometimes he feared that he wasn't keeping up with them. He also worried that his speech hindered somewhat if people understood him or not- it seemed that many soquili around these parts spoke so many long, complicated and even elegant dictions with a vocab that seemed hard to understand. Though it seemed that there were some roadblocks it would take much, much more for any individual to try and drive him away.
Whether they liked it or not, Kimahri was here to stay.
The stallion pursed his lips, ears flickering as he pawed at the ground subconciously while his thoughts seemed to unceasingly dabble within his mind.
Kimahri left his mountain, left his people and has no one. Kimahri can't find answer to fix problem- is no one here to help? Perhaps Kimahri's people were right. Perhaps I will fail- perhaps I am not a Ronso. Kimahir is...hornless. Kimahri closed his eyes, exhaling deeply once more as his head seemed to hang. He was frustrated. Though he did have a sense of patience Kimahri couldn't help but feel angered and frustrated over his lack of success thus far. He had overcome challenges in the past but now it felt as if he couldn't adapt to this new home.
He could feel his shoulders tense as he pawed more fiercely at the ground and snorted through his nostrils, puffing out his chest as his tail flicked behind him. No- there were silly thoughts. He was sure of it.
Kimahri was a Ronso even though his horn was broken and he had faced so many trials, so many challenges which others thought as impossible and down right crazy but he had managed to succeed! Why not now? This wasn't as hard as the other tasks that had once been set before him and surly now he could do them. He was a Ronso- the Ronso were a hearty breed and fought until the end and this fight, Kimahri's fight, was far, far, far from over or reaching a satisfying conclusion.
While Xeno still slept curled about, the stallion stared out towards the plains of the small, secluded valley only hoping that somehow his luck would change.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:58 pm
It was through this morning that an ethereal being floated down into the woods on wings that seemed to form from the very rays and hues of the sky itself. The purple swirls that danced across his fur seemed to dance with each breath that he took, with each movement that he made. The angeni had landed on the planet once more, a soquili like any other, only with a higher purpose on the planet, to bring to others a sense of hope that they wouldn't normally have. A sense of themselves.
Blowing the hair from before his eyes, Suizei rolled his shoulders and folded the large wings that rose from his back down smooth. Up in the air he was mysterious, down on the ground he was mysterious in other ways. The untouchable and unemotional kind that made mares turn their heads and stallions snort at him in disgust.
Golden hooves moved across the fresh grass as if it didn't even exist, not making indents, not stirring the wind, not moving any living thing upon the earth to alert others to the fact that he were even present. The earth seemed to become one with the tall Angeni with every step he took, the ground swirling up into his body and becoming one with him, only to be pulled out and inserted once more when his hooves rose and fell. If one weren't looking directly at him, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him and the ground below his shining golden hooves.
The tinkle of the braclet resting against one of his front hooves was all the noise that he made, violet eyes watching the world around him lest something appear before him that would threaten either him or itself. He'd seen far too much of that in his day. A lifetime spent spilling blood across the grasses of the plains was all that he really needed to remind him of just how precious every living thing on the planet was.
An arisen, an Angeni. That was what he had become once he'd saved that young child all those years ago. Hundreds it seemed sometimes, though in reality it wasn't yet a century despite being close. A long time had lapsed, long enough to sometimes force the large Soquili with the swirling fur to forget his own humanity, or what once had been. For it was true. Once upon a time Suizei had been human.
"So long ago that oft my mind is to forget just the span it's encompassed all these years." Suizei alluded out loud, his violet eyes lost in thought as he walked through the forest in silence.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:18 pm
Yes, luck. Although was it really luck that he needed? It was strange and almost surreal as his mind seemed to drift off into the recesses of his mind- those memories and recollections locked away as his silence continued all the while his tattered, blue ears flicked in a different direction every several moments.
Kimahri Ronso; the strong silent type and former warrior of the tribe. Now he was simply Kimahri, a lone stallion who seemed so distant and so hidden from the world was now required to live amongst the very lands which he never had known and the lands which he had exhiled from his world. The mountain was all he knew along with the Ronso way of life but it seemed that now in order to make a decent living that the young warrior, the hornless one, was required to learn and to continue his life within the lower lands. Somehow he knew that the start of this would be a bit rocky or more so he expected it to be.
The morning was fresh, so new and rather early and thus the stallion continued to stray a bit further away from the sleeping otter as his slate grey brows knitted and his nostrils seemed to flare slightly with the intaking of mornings crisp, delicate scents. His armor and cladded clothing upon his body clanked and clinked as he meandered down a slightly worn trail from the hill towards the expansive forest in search for food and for anything or anyone.
As his eyes glanced up towards the sky, the rather large stallion arched his brows as he watched something, some strange creature or being sweep from the skies and descent down into the woods. This was strange- never had Kimahri seen a winged creature- well, except for avian life but this?
Pursing his lips as his ocher eyes narrowed towards the deeper parts of the forest as the figure seemed to wander deeper into its domain, Kimahri glanced around once again making sure that no one else was silently lurking about before he began to direct himself towards the forest in search of the stranged winged creature- somhow praying to whatever spirits or deity that he'd be able to find someone or talk. His understanding of this strange place was so slim and he wanted the upper hand in ths situation. He was a protector but at this point he felt as if he was the underdog- adjusting to this new way of life wasn't easy.
The stallion grumbled to himself, tail flicking as he began romping through the grass and onwards as he breezed through thick brush and vegetation with ease and managed to catch another glimpse of the strange being.
It- it was a soquili? A soquili with wings? Strange.
Kimahri stopped as he narrowed his brows towards the stranger and rumbled deep in his throat.
"Who are you? What are you?" His voice was somewhat low and held a soothing nature and a dual possibility that almost sounded as if it was coarse and rough around the edges. But simply he wanted to know- there was a part of him that just was willing to sink and ask for help.
Though he could be stubborn it didn't hurt to ask, right?
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 1:11 pm
His wings flicked down to his sides and the large angeni turned his black maned head to peer at the equally large Soquili. He seemed to be standing with a warrior's grace before him, as if he could attack the large black, gold and purple soquili at the drop of a pin.
Maybe it was irritation that he'd bumped into another warrior like he'd once been himself not so very long ago, or maybe it was because the other seemed to be earnest in wanting to speak to him, but Suizei turned his body and didn't narrow his eyes. Warriors were a sore spot for him after his human life on the earth, after years and years of killing simply for the pleasure of watching life pour from another onto his hands, extinguishing before his violet eyes.
"The Blood Quencher", he'd been called.
No matter how many years separated him from the past he'd once lived as a murdering warrior, he still didn't feel any more comfortable with it, didn't feel comfortable in the presence of others of the same profession.
"Well wishes friend. What brings a warrior out to such a peaceful place on a morning such as this?" Suizei's voice rang out through the morning like a forceful strike against the water.
An angeni wasn't just a Soquili anymore, they were a being of the world, of the grass and trees, of the water and clouds, of the sky itself and everything that made it. Every step he took, he took as a being made only of the world he was touching; every breath was merely a breeze passing through him, and every noise he made was one made by something in nature. As if in proof, his steps seemed to come from the earth and the swirls on his pelt instantly swirled around, moving across him as the colors of the sky, its dancing colors of dawn slowly faded into sky blue.
Peace upon the planet in the form of a being. Hope for a world of death.
Here was why he existed. Not to speak to warriors like he'd once been, but to help the world that existed and to fix any wrongs that may have come to it. He existed to help.
However now a warrior was placed in his life once more. It was as if the beings that had decided to make him one of them were testing him, showing him what he'd once been and proving to him that he was no longer such.
Tilting his head, Suizei took the other in sharply, making it look as nothing more than him adjusting the pearls in his mane so they didn't rest against skin. The other had a broken horn.... from battle?
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 9:17 pm
Kimahri tilted his head slightly, taking several steps forward as his armor clinked and clanked with a solacing ring of metals and the swish of fabric and materials. His nostrils widened slightly, exhaling a soft breath as his tapered and edgey lions tail swayed behind him and curled around his leg. He had only met a handful of individuals but one with wings? Well this seemed a rare occasion as the stallion had never thought there to be those with wings and of the likes. Though his culture and fellow Ronso's back at the mountain passed down legends of heroes and noble ones who were unlike anything one could imagine perhaps that this one was one of them?
Many talked about Heaven and those who lived amongst the stars and the clouds and, fromthe looks of it and the longer he studied the individual, Kimahri was begining to believe that this must be one of them.
With respect, the stallion lowered his head. "Kimahri means no harm- he is only wandering through these unfamiliar lands. Kimahri is not use to this place- Kimahri saw you and thought you could help tell him where he is," he replied, knitting his silver-grey brows as he pursed his lips slightly. "Kimahri is from the mountains- part of the Ronso herd. These lands strange to him."
Reserved and rather not use to talking much, the stallion stood there as his eyes leveled with the winged individual.
Oh yes- he was once a proud and strong warrior whose home resided within the mountains. But for losing his horn and becoming hornless after another had broken it during battle, Kimahri had brought shame to his people and to his mountain. All Ronso's knew that the mountain did not tolerate the weak and thus here he was- wandering the forlorn plains alone as a vagrant, a hornless shame, who could never return to his home nor his herd.
Kimahri shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, his armor again clanking softly as he rose his head a bit higher. Although he brought shame to his village and to his herd, the stallion still held a fierce loyalty to his heritage and to his customs. It was a part of him that was forever embedded within his soul and something that could never be ridden of.
He still had dignity and a sense of fight in him yet that nature rarely surfaced unless provoked and one was to take up defense in the namesake to save ones own life or the life of another.
"Winged one is one of them- one of them who live up there?" He asked, notioning his head towards the sky. "Kimahri is confused. Why is winged one down here? Has Kimahri done something that those above do not like? Kimahri no shed blood, no kill- Kimahri has only broken his horn and brought shame. Did I disgraced winged ones as well?"
From the legends and stories which had been passed down, Kimahri was certainly clueless. As a colt he vaugely remembered that the winged ones manifested themselves to those who did ill, needed protection or were to be given a message of some sort from the higher spirits and beings that could be called upon. Yet what had he done? Spirits! He hadn't done anything wrong had he? The stallion bit his lower lip, brows furrowing as his tail swayed in a meager manner.
"I have done nothing wrong, winged one..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:59 pm
Everything in Suizei's body rebeled against the presence of the other, due only to the other's warrior nature. Had they met on happier circumstances then Suizei would have gladly spoken of the world around them and of past and future bringings. However he felt a tension that continued to wind tighter and tighter in his body with each step the other took.
"Kimahri... Is that your name young warrior?" Suizei asked, his violet eyes shimmering darkly as he watched the other. "You have done nothing wrong young one. It is your presence that stuns me to my spot. I see rare few warriors since my death in the human world. Once I became an Angeni I believed I would be spared my past, however it continues to haunt me.
"You have no more disgraced the Angeni from our world than you have any upon this world beyond your tribe. Not all will believe you have disgraced them so do not allow such thoughts into your mind. "
The violet Angeni lifted a gentle eyebrow at the bowing and did his best not to puff up a bit. He knew he deserved no recognition, let alone bowing and scraping. He didn't want anyone to recognize him for the deaths of others, not even for his years of training as a warrior in the sioxou village.
Suddenly curious, he lifted his nose and his nostrils flared, sniffing in the scent the other bore through the air. Even if he was upwind he was still capable of smelling something near him due to his powers.
"Why is it that you wear that armor still warrior?"
He believed it was a valid question. Of course Suizei had never worn armor in his life beyond bones and feathers. he'd worn the occaisional reed chest armor over his chest, however he hadn't worn the extent of armor this one was wearing.
Maybe it was just him. He'd believed he'd fooled the world into losing track of his spirit and thereby him, ridding himself of having to deal with things such as this. He'd wanted nothing more than to be forgotten, so that at last the Blood Quencher could lay down and dissapear.
Why did warriors keep coming to him?
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