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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:37 am
Welcome to the original birthplace of Jocasta This journal is maintained by BlackFireKitsune  Height: 15h 2" Jocasta's Stats Skill level: 32Power: 14 pts Strength: 12 pts Intelligence: 11 pts Wisdom: 13 pts Courage: 14 pts Luck: 5 pts Speed: 9 pts Agility: 9 pts Adaptability: 5 pts Stamina: 5 pts
Personality: Jocasta thoroughly believes in first impressions and judges others based on this, and once she forms an opinion on someone, it's nearly impossible to change. The opinions of others matter little to her, and she prefers to do things her own way, and she has a low tolerance for those with less intelligence in matters than she. She cares little for petty arguments and frivolous conversations, and she tends be blunt and will head straight to the point. She is a sly creature however, and she has a pretty way with words and a distinct grace if she needs them.
Location: Wherever she wants.
Jocasta's Tree is located in the Northern Quadrant 
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:37 pm
A gnarled tree stands before you,
its jagged branches coated with pale leaves and a plethora of sharp thorns. Despite its somewhat stunted appearance, the tree stands straight and proud, just as sturdy as every other tree around it. It's impossible to tell where the original twin saplings sprouted and intertwined, untraceable you might say, and neither is the pattern. The whole tree resembles its sole former inhabitant; the trunk of the tree is a snowy white, while the top is a lovely brown. They meet in the middle with a collection of spots, and it's impossible to figure out if the brown is atop the white, or vice versa, or if the pattern was something completely different.
There appears to be a variation of marks and morbid items scattered across the tree, from its trunk to its branches. Why not take a closer look? You might find something of interest.
01: The tree
02: The trinkets
03: The owner
04: The scent
05: The wind
06: The hoofprint
07: The pelt
08: The leaves
09: The scar
10: The wing
11: The tail
12: The horn
13: The feathers
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:38 pm
Several strands of brown hair hang securely from a notch in the lower half of the tree. They seem to fit there perfectly, their color matching that of the upper parts of the tree.
The slender, violet-eyed mare with chocolate hooves, blessed with a brown and white speckled appaloosa coat, has covered such a pretty coat with a rather morbid adornment. The dusty blue coat of a brindled Katilenuck youth is draped across her back and neck, secured there by means unknown, as a warning to all that this white-horned mare is not one to be messed with. A lilac-silver bracelet wraps itself around her right foreleg, obviously given to her as a gift from the two-legs.
She values her strength, courage, and mind above all other general traits - she trains her mind and body daily to keep both in the utmost perfect condition, and sticks to her rigid daily agenda. Mind first, with strategy games of her own design in the early mornings, usually during or before breakfast, followed by a good physical exercise - running, sparring, practice with her hooves or horn, or any combination thereof. She reserves the rest of the afternoon for grazing and mild mental games; this is her free time, which she finds she needs sometimes if she has to do something or speak with someone. The evenings are reserved for dinner - usually more grazing, maybe some fruits or other treats if she can find them - followed by more physical exercise, and finally sleep.
Jocasta is thoroughly Hellene in every sense. She is deeply honored to be one of their tacticians, and does her best to keep her mind sharp and her wits about her, ready whenever they call on her for her skills. Despite her role as tactician, purely a job of the mind, she goes above and beyond to train her body as well. She ensures that she'll be fully ready and willing to lay her life on the line for the herd, and will not only create the best battle strategies she possibly can, but will also willingly fight alongside her other herdmembers as a soldier. She knows her foremost role is a tactician, though, and soldier after.
Mihandrakai Hellene.
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Post color: Sienna
- Original stats -
Power: 14 pts
Strength: 12 pts
Intelligence: 11 pts
Wisdom: 13 pts
Courage: 14 pts
Luck: 5 pts
Speed: 9 pts
Agility: 9 pts
Adaptability: 5 pts
Stamina: 5 pts
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:38 pm
The scent of many a nequus lingers here, along with strands of hair and hoof prints along the ground.
Name: Asklepios
Relation: Sire
Status: Ill
Position: Civilian
Whereabouts: Hellene territories
Opinion: I love him very much, and it pains me to see him so ill. He's restricted to the more kinder terrain in our lands, namely the portion of lush valley belonging to the Hellenes, in an attempt to ease his suffering and hopefully help him recover. I have spoken to every healer I can find, and they all give me encouraging words, but I know that he doesn't have much longer.
Name: Iole
Relation: Dam
Status: Deceased
Position: None
Whereabouts: Deceased
Opinion: Ah, ute. She was wonderful to me, but she and riruy fought in the Forging, and sadly, ute was killed. I will miss her very, very much.
Name: Eirene
Relation: Aunt
Status: Unknown
Position: Outlander
Whereabouts: Unknown
Opinion: My mother's sister. She's a timid mare, despite her size, and seems a little feeble-minded. I like her, she was very kind to me while I stayed with her, but... I don't know. She doesn't seem like a mentally strong nequus, so I don't respect her that much.
Name: Ajax (link)
Relation: Cousin
Status: Unknown
Position: Outlander
Whereabouts: Unknown
Opinion: Ugh, my annoying cousin. He's quite a reckless fellow, and always finds some way to get what he wants, doubtless from his mother hardly ever telling him no as a foal. It's a wonder to me how he's even still alive, and I think it's all due to sheer dumb luck. I don't know if I want to see him again, because he'll doubtless want to join the Hellenes as well.
Name: Meleager (link)
Relation: Acquaintance
Status: Well
Position: Herdleader of the Hellenes
Whereabouts: Hellene territories
Opinion: He seems quite kind and friendly from what little I've seen of him, and he did me a small favor. I am glad he is commanding our herd. As I didn't talk to him overmuch, I don't have a solid opinion on him quite yet.
Name: Castor (link)
Relation: Acquaintance
Status: Well
Position: Master Tactician of the Hellenes
Whereabouts: Hellene territories
Opinion: He seems like a wonderful fellow. Quite helpful; I can see why he's so good at his job, and why he was picked for the position. Same for him; I need to speak with him more to form an opinion on this one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:41 pm
The wind that blows through these leaves carries with it the feeling of many different areas.
Title: Strategies (link)
Area: Hellene territories
With: Herdleader Meleager
Desc.: I was in the middle of one of my morning strategy games when Meleager-hallah arrived and watched for a bit.
Title: Love of duty (link)
Area: Hellene territories
With: Master Tactician Castor
Desc.: I went to Castor-hellene with a few questions I had about my new duties.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:44 pm
A tiny hoofprint has been left on the base of the tree, as if a young foal has kicked it for one reason or another.
The tiny appaloosa filly trotted along behind her sire and dam, peering curiously at each in turn with her bright violet eyes. "Ute, riruy, where are we going?"
"To the herd lands," the rather large stallion answered, flicking a bothersome fly away with one muscular tail. The small filly wriggled her own tails, trying to imitate her father's actions.
"Why?" She prompted, giving up on her tails for the time being.
"Because we live there, mimila," the small mare answered, smiling down at her firstborn.
"Why?"
"Because we want to," her mother answered again.
"Why?"
"Because we like to stay with the other Reya in the herd." Riruy this time. "We belong there."
"Do I belong there?" The filly with a thousand questions asked.
"Of course!" Came the stallion's gruff response. "You're destined to live there."
"Destined?"
"Yes."
"We live there, mimila," her mother explained, knowing the slender filly wouldn't be satisfied with her mate's answer. "And all the other Reya like us. They'll adore you, and they'll want you to live with them, too."
"But I want to live with you and riruy!" She shouted desperately, misunderstanding her dam's words.
"You will," the mare replied, nibbling at her daughter's mane, eliciting a giggle from the foal. "The others will want you to live with them in the herd, with us. Do you understand, mimila?"
"..ooohhh... Yes, ute!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:45 pm
The pelt of a Zrun hangs from one of the upper branches of the tree, the morbid trinket swaying slightly in the wind. It seems a little tattered and weather-beaten, as if it has been there for quite some time.
"'Skin' things? Pelts?"
"Yes, Jocasta," the bulky stallion replied, dropping a freshly killed Zrun at his daughter's hooves. Oddly enough, the filly seemed quite intrigued by the carcass. "Nequus who know the trade of skinning things are few and far between. Some Nequus and two-legs find pelts - that's the fur and skin you take off whatever it is - rare and valuable, and some like to receive them as gifts. Most others don't like them, but as long as there's someone who desires these items, we continue to provide them."
"Ohh, okay riruy." She paused as she tilted her head a bit, leaning to one side and staring at the dead thing curiously. "How do you skin things?"
"Do you want me to teach you?" He asked, studying her out of the corner of his eye, a light smile playing on his muzzle.
"Oh, yes riruy! I want to learn!"
"Alright, I'll teach you," he said with a full smile, feeling rather proud that his daughter wanted to walk in his footsteps. He stood over the thing and lowered his horn, pushing down on the carcass with a hoof. "Now, remember Jocasta. The key is to hold it with your hooves and your tails, and use your horn to carefully separate the fur and skin from the body. Understand?"
"Yes, riruy!" The young filly murmured, watching with wide-eyed curiosity as her sire demonstrated with the freshly slaughtered Zrun. "Should all familiars be turned into pelts?"
"No, not all, mimila. Only the useless ones."
"Useless ones?" She asked, eyes still glued to her father as he set about skinning the dead creature.
"Yes, useless ones. If they're too old to do anything, or if they're too sick, or if they could be spies sent from other herds. Sometimes you may find one that another Nequus has seriously injured, and they have no hope of recovery. It is wise to put them out of their painful misery, but why leave them to waste? At least, why leave the pelt?" He explained. "Once done, mimila, it is best to take the skin to the two-legs as soon as possible. They do...something to it, to ensure that it doesn't rot away. There are only a few two-legs who do this, so come with me this time and I'll show you which they are."
"Really, riruy?" The filly asked excitedly, wriggling her tails.
"Of course, mimila," he said with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:49 pm
There are several spots along certain branches where the natural leaves seem to be missing. There are a few oddly colored leaves in place of the missing ones.
"...trying to take our herd's lands. What can we do?"
"Stop them, of course," came the gruff response. The slender filly sneakily opened one violet eye. "We won't let them."
"They're the Ichsa herd we've seen once or twice before, aren't they?" Her dam asked of her sire, the mare's voice trembling slightly.
"Yes, they are. If it's a battle they want, a battle they'll get. Right mimaira?"
"Of course, but... but what about Jocasta?"
The aforementioned filly opened her other eye and lifted her head, no longer pretending to sleep. "What about me?" She asked, furrowing her brows and looking from one to the other with worry.
"You can't stay here, mimila," the small mare said, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't want you anywhere near here."
"But... ute.. Ute, I'm almost an adult now, I can help!" She said, ears perked hopefully.
"No," the bulky stallion said, flicking his own ears back. "You're still a foal, Jocasta, I will not have my daughter anywhere near there. Your mother will take you to your aunt, while I go on ahead," he said in a final tone, rising from his sleeping position and stretching thoroughly.
"But--!"
"I am your father, Jocasta, and you will do as I say. Go with your mother; you are not to return here until the battle is over. Understood?"
"But..-"
"Understood, mila?"
"....yes, riruy."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:52 pm
A shallow gash resides on the side of the tree, a scar from some young Nequus' horn.
"Eirene! Eirene-waru!" The small mare called in a high-pitched, trembling voice.
A tall bay Reya mare trotted out from behind a small copse of trees, studying her sister worriedly. "What is it, Iole? What's wrong?" Her lone son, a brash young colt that stood a little below Jocasta, trotted out behind his mother, peering at the other two curiously.
"Eirene," Iole repeated hastily, stopping near her sibling. "Eirene, a battle has broken out between our herd and another. A strong group of Ichsa has attacked us and our neighboring herds. I must return to Asklepios to help defend the herd, but Jocasta must not go anywhere near it. Do you understand?"
"Of course, waru. I'll take care of her for as long as needed. Send word when it's safe again, alright?" The other mare said, shifting uncomfortably. The idea of her sister and her mate going into battle didn't sit well with her.
"Thank you, Eirene. This means a great deal to me." The petite Reya turned to her daughter, studying her for a few moments before hesitantly speaking. "Jocasta, mimila, you know your father and I love you very much, and we only want to do what's best for you. You'll be safe here with aunt Eirene and your cousin Ajax. Promise me you'll stay here until we send word or come get you. Promise?"
"But... but ute! I can fight too, I'm old enough! Can't I please--?"
"Jocasta!" The mare hissed, pinning her ears back, causing her daughter to stumble backward a bit in surprise at her mother's tone. "You will stay here with your aunt and cousin, I don't want you anywhere near the battle. I will not have my only daughter killed for her youthful foolishness. You are not to come back until the battle is over. Understood?"
"....yes, ute.." The appaloosa murmured, lowering her muzzle and flicking her ears back. "When will it end?"
"...I wish I knew," the mare sighed, nudging her daughter affectionately. "But we'll all go for a visit to Quirne when it's over, alright?" She tried to offer the filly an apologetic smile, but it didn't quite work.
"...promise?" Violet eyes flitted up to look at her dam.
"I promise. I'll see you soon. Thank you again, Eirene," she said quickly before turning, and racing back towards the herd as swift as lightning.
She was never able to keep that promise.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:56 pm
A small piece of brown wing membrane from some Reya has been hung securely from a thorn on the tree.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:58 pm
Several locks of dark, dusty blue hair from some unfortunate Jala's tail are tied to one of the slender tree branches.
She'd met a dusty blue Katilenuck the day before, and she'd engaged in the delightful game of slinging insults back and forth. He'd gone a step too far by insulting her lineage and parents, the latter a topic she was fiercely protective of, and the pretty idiot had lost some of his pretty feathers. He'd told her she'd pay for it, and she'd shouted back that he would, before he ran off with ears back and tail between his legs like a scared Caris.
That was on her way to her old herd's lands. Or, at least, to where she thought they were; it was hard to remember now, and no one was able to tell her where to go.
He was back now, the disgusting coward was back and he was all alone again. Such was the fate of the long patrols. She figured he must do rounds daily, and if she was this far out, it was much too far from the herd's lands. Well drek. What now? She had to figure out some way to get back to her sire and dam, she missed them dearly. Surely everything was alright, the war was only.... quite a long while ago, certainly a few seasons, but.. they loved her, surely the idiot they asked to find her couldn't do his job. That was all, they were fine. Right? Right, of course. Of course.
The young appaloosa slid behind a few elppa trees, thankful for the fading light, and watched the blue brindled git curiously. He kept looking back and forth, knowing he was close to where he'd met the violet-eyed mare. He wasn't too nervous, however, to saunter over and pluck a juicy elppa from the tree. In the midst of taking a bite of the fruit without setting it down, the horned nequus snaked her neck out and bit the young Katilenuck on the muzzle before he even knew what hit him. He nearly choked on the piece of fruit but managed to swallow, wincing as it slid painfully down his throat. "You wretched b***h--"
"Disgusting git! What makes you think I want you off of your disgusting mountain, soiling these pure lands with your foul stench and disgraceful morals? What makes you think you have the right to enslave others, or worse, kill them on sight simply for existing?" She spat, violet-eyes filled with malice.
"The goddess Jala has hand-picked our race," he shouted, stumbling backwards in a feeble attempt to get away from her. "She has blessed our herd with the marks of the goddess herself, and it was she who gave us the right, our god-given right, to do as we wish with other breeds below us!"
"Why would the sweet goddess Jala wish for you to enslave and torment and kill the creations of her own siblings?" She countered, trotting around the trees to get closer to him. He'd pay for his words. She didn't get the chance to yesterday, but today... today she would.
That question seemed to effectively shut the idiotic git up. He rallied himself though, and spat back at her with his ears pinned to his skull. "How dare you question the goddess's methods? Her decisions, her actions?! What kind of wretched whore are you to question the mightiest of all the deities? Sweet Jala should strike down you and hellspawn created such a disgusting, disgraceful creature! She should strike down all of your kind, you--"
"How dare you," she hissed, teeth bared, horn lowered, and ears pinned to her skull as she pawed the ground. Oh, he was in for it now. "How dare you even mention such a thing, you disgusting excuse for a creature! My parents were greater than you could ever know, more gracious and accepting than you and your stuck-up herd will ever understand! I hope your family and friends suffer greatly from your loss! Or, perhaps, no one will even notice your absence. Which would be worse?" With that final note she charged, bolting towards the now wide-eyed dusty young stallion. He was either stupid, full of himself, or a combination thereof. Instead of doing the intelligent thing and fleeing, he pinned his ears back and charged straight at her.
"You don't frighten me, you filthy pile of drek, the abomination that you are! Disgusting, loathsome piece of--"
"Shut up and stick it," she hissed, slashing her horn across his muzzle as he attempted a last-moment halt before her. He yelped in surprise and pain, staggering backwards in time to receive a powerful pair of hooves square in the chest. (tbc)
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:00 pm
The white horn of a Reya has been carefully placed in a secure hollow at the base of two conjoined branches.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:06 pm
Several grayish-brown brindled feathers are bound together by a lock of pure white tail hair, and tied securely to a lower branch.
"Humm..." She murmured absent-mindedly, carefully pushing a rock over to the side. "If they're... here, and we place them.... here," she pushed another rock parallel to the first, "then--"
"Filthy scum!" He spat to the tall white and brown figure atop the hill, ignoring the strange blue markings that covered her neck, back, and part of her legs. A mighty creature such as himself, a long-range patrol at that, didn't have time to study the markings on the disgusting race known as Reya. "Get out of the mighty Katilenuck's territory!"
Now where had she heard that before?
~ ~ ~
"Get out of here at once!" The blue brindled stallion shouted, stamping a gray hoof. He was either brave, stupid, or both. Probably both, from his young age. "You're not worthy to be seen by any of the mighty brindled race! Filthy, horrible scum that you are!"
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As, yes, that was it.
She looked up slightly, unfazed by this sudden outburst. Another Katilenuck; they were such fun. "I'm not in their territory," she chimed, flicking the tips of her spotted tails. Oh, how she loved to mess with these cocky idiots. "I'm just outside of it."
"Get out of my herdlands!" He snapped impatiently, ears pinned to his skull as he pawed at the ground. How dare she! How dare this insolent, horrid creature disobey him, a Katilenuck, he who was part of the greatest herd in all of Urin?! It was as if she didn't even know her place! "Get out get out get out!!"
She merely watched with amusement as the impatient and nervous young Katilenuck reared, striking the air with pale gray hooves. "Your herdlands?" She cooed, a smirk forming on her muzzle. "I may be a Reya, but that does not mean I know nothing of your herd's hierarchy. What would your Queen say if she knew you had addressed the 'mighty Katlienuck's' herdlands as yours?"
"You know what I meant, you wretched whore!" He choked, trying not to think of what the Queen, or worse, the Patriarch, would say or do. Either way, he attempted to hide the gaping hole she'd shot in his confidence. "Leave now, or--"
"Or what?" She quizzed, canting her head to the side a bit, a malignant grin slowly spreading across her muzzle. This was always such fun. "If you want me gone so badly," and here she paused, dropping her amused countenance all of a sudden. Her ears flew backwards, her wings stretched outwards with thumbclaws pointed towards the young brindled stallion, her neck arched gracefully, and a chocolate hoof pawed at the ground before she finished speaking in a venomous, icy tone. "Make me."
"I will!" The stallion found himself shouting back, although he wasn't quite sure why. Pride, maybe? That was probably it. No matter the reason, the brindled stallion reared and charged towards the appaloosa mare, shouting at her the entire way. "Filthy spawn of the wretched goddess Reya! She is unworthy of that title, and you, you are not fit to even live! I will strike you down all WHAT in the name of the gods?!" He shrieked suddenly as he came to a screeching halt halfway up the hill.
A gust of wind passed by, gently moving the blue markings on the mare. Except...
They weren't markings.
A sharp cackle of morbid amusement flowed through his ears and he shuddered, unable to tear his eyes from the horrifying sight he beheld.
"Like it?" The mare cooed with a sadistic smile on her face, dancing sideways and tossing her head to show off her prize better. She'd wondered when this simpleton would notice her treasure. It was always entertaining to see when someone did, especially one of the 'mighty Katilenuck' race. "I'm so glad daddy taught me how to skin things, he's wonderful at it, you know."
~ ~ ~
"Now, remember Jocasta. The key is to hold it with your hooves and your tails, and use your horn to carefully separate the fur and skin from the body. Understand?"
"Yes, riruy!" The young filly murmured, watching with wide-eyed curiosity as her sire demonstrated with a freshly slaughtered Zrun. "Should all familiars be turned into pelts?"
"No, not all, mimila. Only the useless ones."
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"S-skin things..?" He stammered, his voice rather hollow as his eyes, wide as the fruit of an Aeri, focused unblinkingly at the brindled blue skin covering the mare's back.
"Why, of course! All sorts of things. Zruns and Caris and Rit, they're really quite easy to skin if you know how to, and daddy certainly does know his trade," the appaloosa said with an amused, malignant grin. "I have a whole collection of pelts and trinkets. I have quite a few brindled feathers, as well, many from this fellow here. Care to donate some more, blue-eyes?"
"N-n-no! No, you filthy, wretched, disgusting, horrifying beast!! What have you.. how could you.. what in the.. why.. HOW.. But.. but but... You.. The Katilenuck--!"
"Only have strength in numbers," she finished with a smirk, canting her head to the side and staring at him coldly with her bright purple eyes. "Alone, you are all weak. That is because you've been poorly trained, you're all much too soft. If you were stronger, then perhaps this little dear here wouldn't be keeping me warm at night, humm?"
The only thing he could do was stare at the mortifying pelt on her back, with a simple glance now and again to her face. He couldn't believe it. There was just no way. With a grand effort he rallied himself, trying to stand tall despite their differences in height, elevation, and confidence. "The Katilenuck is a great and powerful herd, and our armies--"
"Yes, yes, your armies are strong, sure. But what about your individual soldiers? What can they do? Not a thing, sugar, not one blessed thing," she taunted in a mockingly sweet voice. "They're not well-trained except to work in large groups. I should know, I've met quite a few like yourself. How do you think I've gotten so many pretty brindled feathers?"
"You'll pay for this, you, you... you disgusting monster!! Blasphemy, that's what this is!" He spat, managing to rip his wide, fearful blue eyes from the brindled fur she carried on her back. "You'll pay for your sins! Your kind will pay forever for what your filthy deity has done to our precious, lovely goddess Jala! You're--"
"Looking to add to my wonderful collection, that's right! Now how did you know?" She cooed with an evil little grin on her face, her violet eyes flicking over his brindled pelt as she spoke. No, the colors on his coat were quite bland; a dusty grayish-brown, although his mane- and tail-hair were pure white. His wings were a mix of both colors. Perfect. She lowered her white horn, aiming it straight for the Jala, and cackled a bit. That always got them. "Now, hold still..."
He choked again and, not waiting to give any sort of witty retort, turned and fled. Yes, he knew that he was duty-bound as a Katilenuck to destroy any Reya he came across, but truth be told this one would need more than he to take down.
The appaloosa mare chuckled gleefully as she raced down the hill, tearing after the younger stallion. His ragged, panicked breathing was easy to detect, and the violet-eyed mare half-fancied she could hear his frantic heartbeat as well. She knew she had to move quickly, or she would leave empty-hooved, and she didn't want that, of course. She loved her little trinkets and souvenirs. Thankfully, most Nequus were easy to predict. The Katilenuck, of course, if alone, would turn and flee, perhaps after attempting a fight and failing (that is, if they didn't die in the process). They would then turn to their best and widely-known skills.
This one was no exception.
The instant his feathered wings snapped open, the brown and white mare swiftly lengthened her strides and came up a little ways besides the brindled stallion. Whether he noticed or not didn't matter, what counted was his wings remained out, although flapping, and his hooves left the ground. With an eager grin, the brown-flecked mare leapt into the air, latching onto several of the Katilenuck's longer feathers, and she held on tightly as she quickly darted to the side.
With a panicked squeal the dusty-coated stallion flapped his other wing frantically before collapsing in a heap on the ground, staring in horror at one of his wings that was now missing quite a few vital feathers. How she loved to see that look on the face of her victims.
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"You horrifying abomination!" The blue Katilenuck shrieked, his ears pinned to his head as he stumbled backwards, twitching his marred wing helplessly. He obviously didn't know what to do, or if he could fly or not with a multitude of his precious feathers gone. "You'll pay for that!!" Katilenuck threats always come as they retreat.
"I'm not the one who'll pay!" She'd shouted back.
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Jocasta grinned as she turned, wrapping a muscular tail carefully around her new treasures and turned, chuckling at the stallion. "I really must thank you, blue-eyes; these feathers will look wonderful with the rest of my souvenirs. I really must request a few tail-hairs from you, though."
The stallion was up and galloping away as fast as his legs could carry him before she could finish her statement. She was completely fine with this. In fact, she seemed rather excited. How she loved a challenge!
She reared, striking at the air a couple times before bolting towards the brindled creature. Tail hairs were harder to come by. Mostly because if you didn't know exactly how to get them, you were liable to get your face kicked in. Thankfully, she'd had plenty of practice. And, it seemed, the dusty git was having trouble getting into the air. It looked to her as if he'd never flown with anything but perfect, pristine wings. How fortunate for her the Katilenuck young were so sheltered from the world outside their dusty, disgusting mountain.
It didn't take Jocasta long to catch up with the panic-stricken young stallion. Now, she was no Ichsa, thank the gods, but it seemed she was a great deal faster than this fellow. He must have gotten last pick when it came to running speed, and now he wouldn't be able to fly properly for a while, either. Oh well, that wasn't her problem.
Coming up behind him once more, she saw his ears swivel backwards and she bolted sideways just in time to avoid a sharp kick to the nose. As soon as his hoof missed she darted towards his tail, grabbed a chunk of it as tightly as she could, then dashed to the side again. Tail hair was harder to obtain, especially in chunks, but after a quick yank she managed to separate her intended prize from her victim. She grinned as she slowed to a halt and, turning her head and snaking a tail out, she wrapped the muscular appendage tightly around the procured hairs. She'd need to get the hairs tied to the feathers soon, then she could hang them with the rest. She turned to look at the slowly retreating figure and grinned before stretching out her wings, and snapping her unoccupied tails like whips. "You know nothing of real herds! Crawl back to your precious red mountain and stay there, or I'll take more than a few feathers the next time we meet!"
If only the blue brindled Katilenuck had heeded that warning.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:10 pm
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