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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:54 pm
With the rays of the full moon raining trickling down through the boughs of the heavily clustered pines above and a deathly silence seemed to hang within the air refraining any creature from uttering a disturbance, the mutant drifted restlessly. His hide seemed to become illuminated with an eerie glow, doused with a surreal appearance while his flowing, long locks of purest crimson seemed a striking contrast yet encompassed an overall twinge of fear and awe that perhaps one could experience. But it seemed that it would also depend on how close one was towards the seclusive beast would could trigger a sense of fear and dread; with a muzzle and forehead that was crowned with spikes and a spaded, devils tail which seemed horrific with even more spikes on either side crowning its appearance, it was to be expected that any onlooker would certainly lose any sense of comfort and safety and hasten their steps to flee from out of the sight of such a monster.
The stallion grinned to himself.
It was a typical situation which seemed to cause the stallion an ounce of glee. For all of his life he had been forsaken, the center of rumors concerning himself, his siblings and his mother who was innocently attacked by what was known as a 'fallen' angeni and had taken advantage of her. Ezriel had been shnned, turned away and tormented yet he had endured it- no, he had challenged any that had ever dared to stand against him or his family but he had lost one.
He had lost her to his own damn father!
Though the occurance was moons and turns ago, it still was fresh enough within his mind to make him seethe. Not only had his father become jealous but he had used her- he had used Nimue to obtain his own lineage of flesh and blood so that his own legacy could live on. The b*****d! Even at the thought Ezriel's jowls grounded together and he growled, a wicked and unnatural sound rising from his throat.
Though his mixed emotions had led himself to become consumed by his emotions and desires, Ezriel had found himself tied up with a mare who, ultimtely, became the father of his first foals. It was something that was unplanned yet it was something that he regretted yet, at the same time, both of his flesh and blood were helping him understand certain things which had continued to hold him back from pressing onwards to retrieve the mare which was rightfully his. But it would seem that perhaps the very thing which he despised surprisingly had now become the ultimate tool in the fight against his father had become the daemon within his own mind.
That voice- that familiar and haunting voice had once again coaxed him into letting the darkness consume him once again- for that sensation of power to once again flow through his veins and sharpen his senses.
Once again, the stallion reverted back to life in the shadows; stalking the night in search for conquest, solitude and revenge. It was something which sleep could not soothe- driving him to not sleep until he was done with finding the answer to find a remedy and a cure for the cancer that was invadng his body, his mind and his train of thought. It was Nimue- she was the cancer that wrapped itself around inside of him and the only way to find such a cure was to get her back.
Ezriel was driven to watch, to wait in the shadows for when the time would be opportune and in his favor. He had retreated into the shadows to search and even to live- escaping his father and even his fathers own son who certaily wouldn't hesitate in vanquishing him if he was discovered. The shadows were his time to thrive; a time where his mind was sharp, alert and well aware of his surroudings. But as of lately the stallion had been walking in circles watching, waiting for something or perhaps in hopes to run into Nimue again and take her away from his father or, if it demanded him to, fight his father once more and not settle for anything less besides victory.
As the serene and forlon breeze seemed to caress against his face and whisp his long, fowing locks of crimson about, Ezriel exhaled deeply with a snort. The stallion drifted onwards, drawing from out of the confines of the pines as he meandered aside the river and began walking- following its course as his soul-less, desolate orbs of purest back stared in front of him to the less trodded path set before him.
This night he remained restless; his mind was fleeting with a mix of emotions, thoughts and speculations that seemed to aggitate his mind. Ezriel was tired and slightly edgey as the inner daemon urged him onwards. His mind seemed centered around the present desire and need for something much more than revenge yet he couldn't quite place a hoof on it.
Ezriel flicked his tail, jowls clopping together with a snap as he looked upward towards the stars, crimson brows furrowed as his voice disrupted the silence with a low, slightly worn and gruff sound.
"I been watching
I been waiting
In the shadows for my time.
I been searching
I been living
For tomorrows all my life."
His tail swayed behind him, a wreath of cold mist emitting from flared nostrils as his posture remained rigid, tense and stiff. Ezriel let a growl rise from his throat as he continued staring up towards the skies.
"Soon, Nimue. Soon."
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 4:48 pm
It was late.
The obsidian unikalona mare was especially fond of this hour of the night; of the view of the stars above, and the dim moonlight filtered below the treetops overhead. Curled silver and ebon' locks spilled over her shoulders and brushed the edges of her mask as a gentle breeze picked up the wayward strands, patiently tossing her head to rid herself of the forelocks obscuring her vision. Cloven hooves were near silent in their stealthy trek across the unmarred terrain, metallic hues settled disinterestedly upon the dark horizon before her.
Perhaps it was her kalona heritage that made her so partial to the late-night ventures that she so often took, or perhaps it was simply a product of her likeness to shadows, and the adaptation of her sleeping habits in her childhood so she could protect herself from attackers after the sun went down. She suspected that it was a bit of both, and in any case, something that would be with her for a long time to come. Amaya was someone who, while not completely adverse to change, did not welcome drastic changes to her lifestyle without good reason.
Although she was accustomed to her solitude, the unbidden thought of when she would find a place to stay, or someone to stay with, rose to the forefront of her mind. Godric-san was kind, but he was only a single being, and she had doubts about him being able to protect himself at all hours of the night or day- whether it be from herself or her would-be attackers. She wasn't foolish or naive enough to believe that there would be none opposed to her presence here, in this land. No, something dangerous like her presence should only be trusted to a herd, and she didn't hold any illusions as to what herd would accept her into their midst.
Dismissing her pessimistic thoughts to a distant corner of her mind, the dark mare lifted her head towards the dark sky and allowed a miniscule sigh to fall from her parted lips. Herd or none, the wish for companionship was on the forefront of her tumultous thoughts- although that was something that she would take to her grave, rather than ever admitting out loud. Distantly, she wondered whatever had become of that strange part-kalona stallion she had encountered some time ago.
A soft, humming melody arose from her closed mouth as she continued on her undesignated path, enjoying the feel of the crisp night breeze through her silken fur. A small, almost unnoticeable smile curled the edges of her mouth upwards beneath her mask, letting her eyes slide closed and her thoughts drift away into a welcoming blankness. Her humming abruptly ceased, however, when a gruff but lilting masculine voice reached her ears, eyes snapping open and glittering silver gaze focusing itself on an ivory form only a short distance from her own.
Recognition dawned in those starry irises as her steps came to a sudden halt, tilting her head to one side in curiosity as his low murmur reached her hearing. She couldn't understand what he had said, but it hardly mattered, considering it hadn't been directed towards her. Instead, she took a cautious step from the enveloping shadows with a slight bow of her head, voice low and gentle beneath her steel mask.
"Konban wa."
The words were the familiar ones she had spoken upon their first encounter- she doubted that he would understand them this time, either, but she hoped that the familiarity would put him at ease.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:10 pm
Soul-less orbs seemed to narrow up towards the skies while still emotions stirred within him and a wreath of mist seemed to exhale from out of his nostrils. His spaded, spiked tail swayed behind him as he could secretly feel a piece of him or perhaps a part of him long for something- Ezriel felt conflicted once again and severed; betrayed and spiteful against his father and the flesh and blood which he had used the mare to create. He had managed to catch a glimpse of then one night and he could only bare his teeth and walk away, seething and wanting nothing to do with his father only to rescue his lover away from him. What a fool he was! To think that there was ever an understanding between the two of them; never would there be again and nor could there for the wedge was driven further and further into any ounce of hope. Even at the countless thoughts that wrapped themselves around his mind the stallion tensed slightly, shaking his head as he lowered his head back towards the forlorn surroundings.
As the brisk evening breeze seemed to caress against him and create as sensation as if his hide was bristling upwards with chills, a scent seemed to whisp about the linering wind. The wind carried it towards him, tickling his nostrils and causing him to intake deeply as something seemed to trigger within his mind.
Ezriel flicked his pale, white ears slightly as his crimson brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as the cogs of his mind seemed to turn. Yes, it was a scent that was familiar- perhaps an encounter long ago, he suspected. Though he had come across many faces and individuals, the young stallion was quite good at matching a name with a face and he was certain that this time would be no different.
The sound of hoof-fall caught his attention as the scent seemed to hang in the air with a certain thickness only to signify that the individual was coming closer. His attention was caught as he turned in the direction of the stir of leaves and brush just as a low yet sweet sounding voice seemed to cut cleanly through nights forlorn silence. Ezriel himself was not caught off guard but as his orbs of purest black seemed to fall upon the obsidian unikalona mare he couldn't help but let a small, ever so slight, smile tug at the corner of his maw. Though the two of them hadn't quite gotten to know each other from their rather brief encounter in the past perhaps there was time this lonely night.
From what he could remember the mare was certainly quite different than most yet there wasn't anything wrong with that.
"It seems as if the night has found another victim," he mused, the tone of his voice slightly low with a worn gruffness. An idle, cloven hoof pawed at the ground in a restless manner as the stallion nodded his head towards her in greeting. "A sleepless night for you as well or admiring the darkness that seems to create a seclusion of stealth?"
Ezriels thick mane of purest crimson wisped about gently and with surprising ease as it brushed agains the ground- barely grazing the tops of the grass as he took a step closer. He was relaxed and kept a calm composure while his emotions seemed tied and slightly strained with the bothersome thoughts of his family. The stallion shook his head and pushed them away, into the deeper cavities of his mind as he pursed his lips slightly. No more would he let his father, his own damn father, wreak havoc within his mind and the stallion himself was set on retrieving what was his even if it meant yet another brawl.
It was a new turning point and yet a fresh start to a new begining and this evening was the dawning of what would soon be something more, something powerful and the start of a slow change which would impact more than just the two individuals that stood within distance of one another.
"Amay isn't it? It's been a while."
Exhaling softly as yet another wreath of fog seemed to escape from out of his nostrils, Ezriel arched a brow upwards. To say the least, the stallion was rather curious of why anyone else would be within these regions. From what he remembered he hadn't seen anyone else lurking about here for quite some time yet perhaps the young mare had simply let her hooves let her wander about. He wasn't angry- the stallion simply was, well- rather curious.
"What brings you out here?"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 12:37 pm
The odd, almost poetic grouping of words reminded the mare slightly of her mother, and an almost wistful expression graced the hidden features behind her mask for a brief moment before it was gone again, replaced by the stoic facade that she always preferred to wear. "A bit of both, I suppose. Night holds a certain appeal to those like myself, I imagine." She cast an inquisitive glance in his direction at this, curious at his own presence at such a late hour, but said nothing else until his mention of her name.
"Amaya," she corrected softly, although there was no irritation or rebuke in her voice. "And hai, I suppose it has, Ezriel-san." Her weight shifted as the leathery wings at her sides folded themselves against her, an answering smile, however tiny, briefly flitting across her ebony features before it was gone again. Although their first meeting hadn't been what she would call 'friendly', there was an odd sort of understanding there that wasn't present with most others she encountered. Perhaps it was because of their kalona heritage... being a half-breed wasn't quite as uncommon as she had originally thought, it seemed.
There was still a good deal of curiosity brimming in her head around that subject, but she wasn't impolite enough to openly question him on it. She didn't know him very well, and it was a rather personal matter- or at least, it was to her. She had no idea as to whether or not he would share her views. It didn't stop her from wondering, though, and the silent scrutiny of her silver eyes remained upon his ivory form.
Blinking away her wandering thoughts at his quiet inquiry, she took a moment to consider her own answer. Aside from her idle wanderings, she didn't really have much of a reason to be out in this particular area. She wondered absently if he considered this area his turf- she'd met a fair many kalonas that were aggressively protective of what they considered their territory. He didn't seem to be making any motion to chase her away or dismiss her, though, so she cast aside the idea and met his eyes with her soft answer.
"Insomnia, perhaps, as well as a bit of curiosity. My hooves and my wings take me wherever they please at this hour, since they are hindered from doing so in the daylight." She didn't bother to elaborate on why she refrained from exploring in the daytime hours, assuming that perhaps he might know from experience- or if not, he could probably tell from her appearance. Her ears flicked forward as she tilted her head to one side in silent debate over whether or not to ask if he had similar problems, but abruptly dismissed the notion with a shake of her head.
"Omai to?"
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