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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 11:45 pm
While this is an open rp and I do not care about posting order, please do not stray to far away from rping with Kanati.   Early morning and what a lovely morning is was seeming to be. This was Kanati's time to be up, he liked to follow the path of the sun. Rising to the dawn's mist and retiring to dusk's haze. He mate Starshine slept late this day, she knew his restless soul sought knowledge and she wished to give him a chance to find it. Giving her mane a nuzzle he was already regretting leaving her side, but he just must, just during the day at least.
Kanati set out from his natural growing teepee in the woods. He did not know where he was going, but he knew the spirits of the earth and sky would lead him there. The wind was his second mother and his eldest friend, it had led him to his mate and to everything else that had been significant in his life. Again he would trust it to lead him, lifting his head to the sky he preyed silently for his guidance. The wind blew whipping his mane in his face and around his neck. It was blowing to the south east, across the clearing and towards the Kawani village. If for no other reason than to follow the wind, at least Kanati would have a chance to meet his old friend the basket weaver, that is if she still traveled this earth. She was older than he, very old for a two legger indeed. He had watched her beauty fade into wrinkles and wisdom, which was far more beautiful than any fair skinned made to him. He hoped to see her, but was sure that was not all his mother wind had in store for him.
With silent hoof beats Kanati followed the winds gentle directions. What would he learn? What would he see? Who could he help? As many things in this world only time would tell.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:13 am
 The morning was a good one, if the evening hadn't been the worse. Leaning against a tree not too far from where an aged stallion had come from, a young wind trembled slightly. Her wings a bit torn and lacked a few many feathers from what could have been a fight with something, a good many somethings from the marks on her back and neck that still oozed every now ant again. What bad luck she had, had with wolves. She always seemed to stumble across them in the worst of times and never could escape them.
"Pesky things" She muttered as her liquid gold eyes stared at the ground before looking up at the sun that was slowly rising and the coolness of the night was fading to the warmth of the day. "At least now I think I can rest and they won't come back... I hope..." She looked back the way she had stumbled, her mane and long tail matted with sticks and leaves from her retreat from the savages that had ambushed her during the night. "I wish they would all just die, die and never comes back." She stomped thus sending another shudder over her body as pain snaked it's way over her wounds, oh it certainly wasn't her day..
Looking away from the trees, she looked around the hazy area, well it was less hazy now as the mists were starting to retreat into the shadows to await another night. They young wind tried to remember something her father had told her, but what was it exactly? She couldn't remember, something about those that adorned horns upon their heads that could heal? Maybe that was it, but she doubted that there were such creatures out THIS early, none the less that would want to help her... But maybe if she could find one and ask it would be a start. Nodding to her own thoughts, Wicapi Wakan pushed off the tree she was leaning on and started walking again, heading toward where Kanati might have been...
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