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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 8:39 pm
 It was never supposed to be this way.
Nanaki's entire existence was based on the premise of giving others the benefit of the doubt- offering kindness to one when no others would, in payment for the numerous second chances he had received in his own life. His beautiful mate, his wonderful daughters, and this herd that he called his own were all things that he'd never dreamed of having, and so he felt compelled to give to others what fate had so kindly sought to bestow upon him.
And letting this strange new unikalona mare into their safe haven had been one of these acts of kindness.
She'd seemed somewhat normal, if not a little anti-social- but Nanaki wasn't a stranger to these attributes. She wasn't hostile or cold like Sukari or Kureno, but rather demure and soft-spoken; although 'timid' or 'meek' were two words that did not seem to fit in her description. She was wary of all of them, but held herself with some amount of pride- an aspect that Nanaki could not help but relate to. Being a kalona, or at least part of one, they'd all been suspicious of her presence, but after her near-silent, but genuinely heartfelt 'thank you' she'd spoken for being allowed to join them, the trepidation had disappated, perhaps with the lone exception of Sukari.
Although he'd had his misgivings for her in the past, Nanaki had learned to trust Sukari's instincts- and it was one of the many regrets he would come to have after this day that he did not stop to question her unchanged, hostile glare at the ebon' and silver kalona mare, even after her display of sincere gratitude. He'd merely dismissed it as her inability to socialize properly, disregarding the recent developments that had instigated what had seemed to be a change of heart in the past few weeks.
They had barely even learned the newcomer's name before she'd started to cry out in what seemed to be panic and agony.
At first it was just agitated mutterings, and a pained expression twisting the features beneath her mask, silver eyes shut tightly as she backed away from them. Nahuel, ever the caring and concerned (and decidedly naïve, of course), had approached without thought for his own safety, asking what was wrong, why she seemed to be in pain, and what they could do to help. She had only backed away from him further, her soft murmurs escalating into broken cries of pain and pleading shouts for the rest of them to 'stay away!'
The young stallion only persisted further, sending Amaya into a further frenzy of panic as she struggled to keep herself away from the others, fighting something that they couldn't see or understand.
Nanaki could only look on in horror as the events unfolded into a tragic event that he would never, ever forget.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 8:45 pm
 Her breathing came out in ragged, harsh gasps as the dull throbbing spread like fire through her blood, intensifying until her entire body was burning in agony. She was barely aware of the presence of the stallion, Nahuel, before her, but she felt and heard him enough to know that he was there, and she distantly heard herself scream for him to get away, before it was too late. It had been too long since she'd fed, too long since she'd felt fresh blood on her tongue, and she'd foolishly neglected her feeding for another day, thinking she would keep the bloodlust at bay for as long as she needed to.
Having to fufill her need for blood and meat was something she had always avoided whenever possible- until her body would demand it, and her instincts would forcefully take over. The mornings following her bloodlusts had always found her waking with a small dead animal in her jaws, blood splattered on her front, and a mild sense of disgust flooding her heart. She had never stopped to consider what might happen if there were other soquili around when her feeding instincts arose.
'Baka,' she sneered at herself inwardly, panic rising through the pounding pain that reached it's pinnacle in her skull, shutting her eyes tightly as her entire frame shuddered in desire and lust for their blood. 'They're going to be the ones to pay for your mistake!' She couldn't let it happen. She wouldn't let it happen. "Onegai!" she cried, not even coherent enough to realize that she was speaking in her own tongue, and they wouldn't understand her pleading. "Nigete! Hiaku!"
She felt her consciousness slipping away, darkness closing in, and only distantly registered the sound of her own voice as she continued to cry out in agony and denial. 'Iie! IIE!' Okaa-sama and nee-sama would be ashamed of her weakness, if they could see her like this. Ezriel... he would turn his back on her, if only he could see her now. Her acceptance would be withdrawn, their respect for her lost... that thought drove her to fight harder, painful spasms wracking her body as she fought the change with renewed vigor, but it was still not enough. 'NO!'
Another violent tremor shook her ebony frame as she unconsciously curled into herself from the pain. She was losing this battle, and she knew it... it was only a matter of time before her murderous instincts would take over. She felt her consciousness draining away, helplessly jerking against the liquid fire burning through her veins and fighting the blackness closing in around the outsides of her vision. Outwardly, crimson was slowly bleeding into her pale silver irises, fangs lengthening into dangerous incisors as an animalistic snarl was hissed between clenched teeth.
As the last of her coherent mind faded into nothing, her last thought was that of her mother, and the bleak unanswered question of whether or not she would still love her daughter if she could see her as she was now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:46 pm
 Unfortunately for Nahuel, he was only inches away from the writhing mare when things took a decidedly violent turn.
The caring azure irises so intently focused on the thrashing female before him failed to realize the obvious signs of something being distinctly out of place, and Nanaki's shout of warning came a moment too late as a flash of black and silver obsured his vision, and a blinding pain erupted in his upper right leg. A loud cry of pain and surprise tore itself from his throat as instinct drove him to yank back the injured appendage, only to find it painfully locked between the jaws of the unikalona mare.
"Missus Amaya," he gasped out between hoarse breaths, cringing as her teeth tightened their grip further around his leg, blood staining the dark fur and dripping onto the soft soil below. He'd been so sure she wasn't dangerous, wasn't malicious enough to want to hurt them, or anyone... even now, with his very life within reach of her deadly incisors, a part of him refused to believe that she would do this, no matter how short of time he had known her. It was something in her eyes... something that he recognized and admired in those deep, silvery pools.
Now, though, there was no trace of that metallic hue, swallowed up completely in the viscious crimson glow that seemed to have consumed her being. She must have still been in there, he was sure of it... he only had to reach out to her, right? "I..." he rasped, wincing again as the low growl she rumbled reverberated through her fangs, still deeply embedded in his flesh. "I... want to be your friend, Missus Amaya," he stuggled to finish, meeting her eyes pleadingly.
Perhaps he was foolish, was ignorant, like most had told him in the past... but he wanted to believe that there was a reason behind things like this. That kalona didn't exist solely to hurt others... that there was hope for even the most evil of creatures, some sort of good beneath the layers of hatred and malice that seemed to permeate their being. If only they knew what sort of joy the world could hold, they wouldn't be so vengeful.
"You could... be happy with us," he forced out, trembling under the intense grip she had on his leg. Maybe it was his imagination, but for a fleeting moment, her eyes seemed to widen at his statement, and her jaw seemed to slacken a tiny bit. Hope bloomed in his heart for a brief moment, but it was crushed again as the growl escalated into a snarl, followed by a rough jerk of his wounded leg.
Another sharp cry ripped from his parted lips, and the distant shouts of protest and concern from his father and his son barely registered in his mind before a sudden blur of silver and black darted in from the corner of his vision, slamming into the kalona mare, and suddenly the pain was gone.
Blinking dazedly as he struggled to remain on his feet, Nahuel swayed slightly as his vision refocused itself... then widened incredulously as it landed upon his unlikely savior.
"Su... kari?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:45 pm
 Sukari had made a concerted effort in her life to ignore Shadow and his offspring, and had frequently turned her nose up at the idea of being a friend to any of them. The stallion was pretentious and struck her as egotistical, and she had wanted nothing to do with him or his kin for as long as she lived... but this was her home. Her... dare she say it... family. She had grown comfortable here, and she would be damned if she let some kalona mare just waltz in here and destroy it all. It had nothing to do with Nahuel or Shadow themselves... she was simply defending what was hers.
She would never admit to the possibility that she had changed. She was the same, bitter, cold, and hateful soul that she had always been... perhaps with the exception of Troilus and her children. Things were different with them, and with Troilus' reappearance, and his warmness... she had purpose again. She found her thoughts drifting towards him more than she would have preferred, but couldn't find it in her heart to put a stop to it. The change was, for once, a welcome one. Even if it did mean she was getting softer (which she wasn't), but her old self had resurfaced enough to remember her hate for kalona.
She saw the black mare stumbling a bit to regain her balance after the hard blow to her shoulder, and Sukari lowered her head as a low warning growl of her own rose in her throat. It paled in comparison to the animalistic snarl that she received in return, but the grey arabian mare was not one to be intimidated. Feathered wings bristled and unfolded in a threatening manner, blue eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
A movement of orange from the corner of her eye drew her attention momentarily, and she stopped it with an angry toss of her head and a snort. "Don't interfere!" she snapped at Nanaki, glaring at the confused, golden-eyed blink she received in return. She offered no further explanation, simply casting her threatening stare back to the object of her hatred with a hiss of, "she's mine." Placated at the reluctant step back the larger stallion took at her command, her full attention returned to her opponent...
...Only to throw herself out of the way in barely enough time to avoid the razor sharp edge of the unikalona's silver horn. Amaya skidded to a stop from her charge, crimson eyes wide and gleeful as she turned to face Sukari once again. The winged mare hauled herself back to her feet with a grunt of annoyance, huffing and intensifying her glare.
Widening her stance slightly for a moment, Sukari then charged forward herself, rearing up and striking out at the mare with her front hooves. One of them, she noted triumphantly, connected with her enemy's chest, and the answering howl told her it had done some damage. In her distraction over this slight victory, however, she was too late to notice the spiked wing lashing out at her until it raked across her face.
With an angry bray, she stumbled backwards, and was met with a deep gash across the chest with Amaya's horn, the resounding cry of pain echoing into the cold night air.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:23 am
 It truly was a rare day indeed for the flutter stallion. For today…Troilus was wandering, having remained in one small area that had been wordlessly declared his for a goodly time now…since last he’d walked with Sukari, to tell true, and now, he was ready to tread the world again. Not for any simple whim or spur of the moment thought however, no indeed, for those would not spur him to action, but instead, he had risen from his slothful slumberings to visit the grey mare that traipsed through his dreams at night.
Heaving a great sigh, a slight smile touched his face, brightening the tan stallion’s expression. Ah yes, she had him bewitched indeed. How very odd a thing, that a meeting that could only have been for one night of warmth and intimacy seemed destined to last so very much longer. She drawn to he, and he in turn, to her…the makings of a slightly dysfunctional, but yet serene little family…Troilus wanted to pursue this, and thus…he was headed out in search of the winged lass who had enchanted him, as fast as Troi ever pursued anything.
It was the commotion that caught his attention, ears swiveling to the sounds of a struggle, and the coppery scent of blood that left a bad taste in the stallion’s mouth. It was the proverbial storm clouds that heralded the arrival of a maelstrom. Usually one to avoid trouble, he could not help the lazy sort of curiosity that drove him onwards, and turning from his path, he ambled towards the uproar.
But it was when he caught sight of them that everything changed. Lazy blue eyes were suddenly alert, wide and surprised, an emotion which quickly turned to anger and outrage, stirring the embers of knightly honor that remained in his soul, the legacy from his long-gone sire. A shrill, piercing bugle was his challenge, as his ears lay flat against his skull, one hoof doing fierce damage to the turf beneath it as he pawed in agitation.
The dark mare, a creature with fetching silver hair and eyes full of what Troilus could only describe as sheer madness, was already firmly categorized under threat, and no matter that she was a lady, he would step in, and he felt not even a tremor of fear at the prospect. Caution might have been wise, but he was bereft of it now, the words which usually came so easily to his tongue, dashed away like so much chaff on the wind.
“Sukari!” A cry of both warning and outrage as he came dashing towards them, meaning to act as both shield and defender. He was moving faster than he could ever remember running…distant memories of wind in his tawny mane as a foal were the only fragments his mind conjured of such speed. There was a dust-cloud in his wake, grime stripped away to reveal his patterned coat as he closed the distance.
He would not let anything threaten what little he held precious in this world.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 12:40 am
Maddened bright red hues were wide with malicious glee at the smell of blood, at the coppery taste of it on her tongue, and the sight of it staining the grey winged mare's silvery coat. She wanted more, she wanted to hear the screams, feel her dying gasps, watch as that pretty red blood stained the grass around her. Already, it was dripping to the earth below, making a small puddle, and Amaya's alterego ached to taste that blood for herself.
A distant part of her screamed in protest, the words mangled and incoherent, but their meaning clear; 'let me out!' The voice was banished to the farmost reaches of her mind, however, and a new, masculine voice pierced the air about her as her frenzied mind cleared enough to look to the hillsides beyond. There was a male there... a flutter stallion, who seemed to be angry with her for something.
She licked her lips in anticipation. Her current thoughts were bereft of all except the desire to see more blood, to consume flesh, to murder and rip apart anything and everything she could get her teeth into. Another male meant more meat, more blood to be spilled, and she shuddered in pure ecstasy at the thought of sinking her teeth into that hide.
A feral grin stretched itself out upon her features, though partly hidden beneath her still mask- her eyes were wide with insanity. She could see the rage in the taut stallion's body, and rejoiced at the lust for a fight that she could see in the lines of his own posture, running to his dear lover's rescue.
She couldn't wait to tear them both apart.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 1:02 am
Although her thoughts were slightly hazy, the rage and humiliation she felt still burned through every muscle in her body. Sukari did not lose a fight. Especially not to some mindless, soulless kalona mare. She struggled to pry one eye open under the bleeding slash across her face, wincing as the fluid burned and blurred her vision. She would not let it end like this. Not now, not ever.
She couldn't open her right eye. One side of her face had borne the brunt of the attack, the rest of it a glancing blow across her brow and other eye. She could only hope that it wasn't permanent- that eye was useless to her now in this fight.
A familiar voice made her left eye snap wide open, and her head jerk to confirm with her distorted sight what her ears could scarcely believe. "Troilus?" she called out hesitantly, the masculine scent she knew so well proving that her sight hadn't been damaged as badly as she thought, and that he really was the one approaching- quicker than she'd ever seen him move, no less. Despite her embarassment, despite the painful wounds that burned and bled, a smile bloomed across her face at the sight of his form.
Distantly, she heard Kureno's stunned murmur, and had the sudden urge to reassure him, but focused herself mainly on the stallion coming to her side.
She had never been one to believe in the ideal 'Prince Charming' as little Aquene liked to fantasize about, but even she had to admit that Troilus was as close to a 'Prince Charming' that she could ever hope to get. Not that there was anything wrong with it at all. His entrance, rushing to her rescue like some damn hero swooping in to save a damsel, made her grin despite herself, struggling to all four feet as he made it to her side. She greeted him with a shaky nuzzle to his cheek, trembling under her own weight with the dizziness of blood loss. She didn't care that it was openly affectionate, and in front of everyone... perhaps she would when she was slightly more lucid, but for now it didn't matter.
"What are you doing here?" her voice was stilted, her breathing heavy, but for just a moment, she could almost forget the pain and rage, simply absorbed in his presence.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 1:22 am
It was difficult not to tear his attention completely away from the vicious creature that stood before him, to let defenses down in front of his opponent in order to completely dote on the injured mare at his side. Eyes lidding for just a moment at the tender display of affection, he smiled tightly, sparing her a glance, even if only to reassure himself that she would be all right, that their clearly unstable foe had not done irreparable damage to the grey damsel that possessed the loyalty of this particular knight, albeit one that was somewhat lacking in the shining armor department.
Ah, right, she had asked a question. Forcing himself to concentrate, his smile grew just slightly, though his watchful gaze continuously darted back to the dark mare, the imminent threat. “I was actually coming to see you, my dear.” His smooth voice replied, “It had been some little while and I wanted to find out how things were with you.” Troilus snorted softly, “Somewhat tempestuous, apparently…are you quite all right? It looks like she dealt you a nasty turn or two…”
If only he could give her his full attention, fret over her as he desired to. Some small part of his mind registered the others gathered, but he had no time for them just now, glossing over them as mere bystanders in this drama. If they chose to interfere, then that was their decision and theirs alone. For Troilus, this was strictly personal. No one harmed Sukari and did not receive their due…no one, be they lady or not. He knew nothing of the mare that was currently challenging him, save that she seemed caught up in some demonic madness, something he’d seen only once in his lifetime and wished never to see again.
His entire life was jinxed, apparently.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:11 am
She was wobbling on her feet, she noted with disdain, struggling to right herself with an upward curl of her lip. 'Death before dishonor' was a bit of an archaic way of thinking, and she supposed it didn't quite apply in all situations, but it was what she was raised by. Weakness was not something she was accustomed to showing. The wounds were serious, yes, but not life-threatening.
His smile had made the night seem a bit brighter, however skewed her perception was at the moment, and his steady support comforted her in a way that no one else ever could. She had to resist the urge to lean against his side, instead turning her attention to his words, although she still watched the ebon' mare out of the corner of her eye warily. His first admission made her smile once more, as well as the wry tone his voice took on as he commented on her injuries.
Attempting to seem nonchalant, she straightened a bit, inwardly wincing at the tug on her wounds, and managed a shrug with a dry comment of her own. "You could say that. I'm fine, for the most part, just a little incapacitated." She gestured to her closed right eye with the movement of a wing, making sure it was out of sight of the maddened unikalona. She wasn't foolish or arrogant enough to take the chance of revealing a potential weakness to an enemy, even if they were half-mad. This fight wasn't over, not by a long shot, although the pause for an interlude- while she wasn't complaining about it- confused her. Was the mare waiting for something? Or was she simply insane and incapable of rational thought at the moment?
Almost as if on cue, the kalona appeared to decide that enough time had passed for whatever she was waiting for, and lowered her head to charge straight at the male by Sukari's side. Sukari's eyes narrowed as she bolted forward to deflect the attack, letting loose a war cry as she slammed her head into the dark mare's side, throwing her off-course enough to crash into a tree instead of her intended target.
While she was seething with anger before, now she was positively livid at the prospect of anyone harming the one precious person in her life, and she let it be known with a furious snarl. She had waited her entire life for the kind of acceptance and warmth that Troilus alone had shown her in the bleak grey reality she knew, and she would die before she let anyone, anyone take that away from her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:37 pm
It was in this moment that Troilus decided that he would never fully understand the mind of a woman. She had stepped in, despite everything, even knowing that he was concerned for her, in order to protect him. Silly, wonderful lass that she was…he was only further enamored with her, and yet, at the same time, he knew that it should have been he to take that blow, and it angered him…not ire towards Sukari, but towards the unikalona who had dared to hurt her yet again. Not again…it couldn’t happen again.
Whispering a silent prayer directed at not a deity in particular, he bared his teeth in an equine snarl, snapping them viciously at the dark female, rising up on steady hind legs to let fore-hooves flick out like flashing daggers aimed at his opponent. Just get away from her! From his Sukari. “Back off, lass.” He growled, “Y’haven’t a clue what you’re getting your pretty little tail into.” Bah, that was the trouble with anything that bore kalona genes, unstable as a storm at sea. Nice enough to you…but don’t you dare give them slack. Never entirely harmless, those blokes.
It didn’t matter what she was, the fierce reputation of her kind or the demon-fire in her eyes. She had hurt that which Troilus loved, the only thing that mattered to him more than himself, and that was a momentous error in his mind.
Winning was less the option he was aiming for now, it was simply to get her away from Sukari. Passionate anger echoed in every fiber of his being, and he was fully confident that he could do the job…no matter his failures in the past, in this one thing he would succeed, even if it was the only thing in which he was ever successful.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 11:22 am
Blinking dazedly for a moment after her collision with a tree, the dark mare growled angrily as she righted herself, turning to glare at the female that dared to interfere... only to meet another furious gaze. The stallion rumbled something at her- no doubt a threat, from the tone of his voice- and another wide, feral grin stretched across her dark features. So he wanted revenge for his beloved, did he? That would make the spilling of their blood all the sweeter.
Something cried out again deep within her as crimson hues flickered towards the mare, towards the loving and concerned gaze they shared, but it was shoved violently to the side. Compassion and kindness had no place here, as displayed with the exchange between herself and the foolish male she had attacked first.
The meaning of his words floated in through her hazy mind, but she didn't take the time to grasp their meaning. Her only thoughts were a steady mantra of 'kill, kill, kill...' and the deep-seated hunger that ravaged her body. How long had it been, since she'd last tasted blood and flesh? She couldn't draw upon her memories to find out. It had been weeks, at least.
Pawing the earth beneath her with a cloven silver hoof impatiently, she smirked in response to the angry male's words, simply spreading her spiked wings in silent challenge. If he wanted to fight her, she would be happy to indulge him. She thought of further taunting him by attacking the wounded mare, but decided that she wouldn't be as much fun to torment in the state that she was in right now.
Her deep red glowing gaze focused entirely upon him, gleaming fangs bared in the familiar snarl that most opponents shrunk away in fear of.
This would be fun.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:35 pm
Her breath came in harsh rasps as she panted from the exertion, cerulean gaze trained intently on the dark mare, but darting towards her loved one every so often, to make sure he wouldn't do anything rash. She'd never known him to be impulsive or foolish... but then, she'd never known him to be protective or violent, either, and it seemed he was willing to be such for her. The thought almost made her gaze soften with some emotion she wasn't up to displaying to the public quite yet, but it hardened into steel again as movement drew her attention back to the unikalona.
She saw the mare move to her right in her peripheral vision, and immediately bolted to head her off... but her eyes widened in surprise and panic as the deadly soquili only feinted to the right, instead taking off at full speed past Sukari, and straight towards the larger stallion.
Skidding to a halt on suddenly useless rubber legs, she wondered briefly at this feeling of dread... when was the last time she'd felt this way? She didn't ponder it any further, only staring after the charging female before uselessly throwing herself forward after her. She would never get there in time- her body was too exhausted, too pained, and too weak from blood loss to be able to push herself to her normal limits.
An overwhelming sense of urgency and panic drove her to run harder... but it was still not enough, and the mare would reach him long before she could divert the attack. A cry escaped her lips, brimming with fear and anxiety as she cried out his name.
"Troilus!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:56 pm
And he laughed. Ah, how he knew it was foolish, the fool’s errand indeed to challenge this lass armed with hooves of steel and the demon’s bloodlust, but he could have cared less now. With a shrill whinny of challenge, he saw her come…and he turned quickly, planting feet so as to kick out at her. For if he had half a chance, he would plant his rear hooves, with all of his strength backing them, in that pretty face of hers…in retribution for what she had done.
Whether he would be successful or no was another story entirely. He was entirely conscious of his surroundings in this instant, the way the grass and dirt churned beneath his feet, the rhythmic pounding of his enemy’s hooves, and the distressed cry from the mare that he had invested so much of himself in. If someone was to take this newfound life from him, then they would have to do it by shedding his blood and rendering him unable to continue to fight.
Blue eyes contained a fierce light that were reminiscent of his sire, the noble, knightly stallion that had been so disappointed with this son of his. Perhaps now, he might have looked on and been proud at what he had wrought, that some small part of him lived on in his son, and that Troilus had not been fully corrupted by his slothful, careless mother.
Never had he felt so alive, adrenaline pumping, sending strength to muscles left long untried. Some part of him warned that he was likely to be horrendously sore after this encounter, should he be lucky enough to live through it. If he lost this fight, it would not be because he had given his utmost to it.
This was his family, he had something to protect now. “And I’ll be damned if I let you take it away.” He hissed softly through gritted teeth.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:23 pm
His laugh, although she had no idea what it meant, made her grin beneath her mask, increasing her speed as he turned away from her. This foolish stallion... weakened by his love for the mare, would not stand a chance against her fangs. She considered the possibility of breaking him in a much more evil way, making him watch while she consumed the flesh of his beloved. Her grin stretched wider at the thought, although she didn't remove her crimson gaze from his form. She would have to incapacitate him, first.
A menacing sneer grew on the viscious mare's maw as she spotted the oncoming kick from the winged stallion, ducking under the high-aimed hoof and feeling it glance off of her steel mask. She growled, lunging forward at the slight opening left by his kick, baring her teeth and intending to sink them into the tender flesh of his belly. The silver mare's distressed cry rang in her ears, only increasing Amaya's maniacal glee at the spilling of blood, the thrill of the fight. This was what kalona lived for. This was what her foolish, sentimental side ached to hide away from the world.
There was no joy in this world without blood, without violence, without the un-quenchable lust for meat and flesh. Thought, love, sentimentality... they were all utterly pointless when compared to the uncontrollable need to spill crimson onto the grass, to feel a life fade away when clenched between your jaws. Now free of the binding prison that held her instincts in check, she would stop at nothing to feel as many of those blissful deaths as her bloodlust would permit.
She could almost taste the coppery, warm substance on her tongue already, her teeth only mere centimeters away from the vulnerable stallion's stomach, garnet eyes narrowed as she pushed herself forward.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:56 pm
He knew he was in trouble the instant he felt his miss, and there was some thought in his mind that she would rip him open if he didn’t react in a wise way, and given only a split-second to decide, he threw himself backwards, over-compensating. It wasn’t near quick enough to get away from her, however, as he felt her teeth rip into his belly and then his side as he twisted away from her. A bellow of pain welled from his throat, and he staggered back.
Troilus knew he had to put some space between him and her…get his feet stable again. To think through the pain, he needed a few more of those precious seconds. Swallowing hard…he tried to ignore the feeling of warm liquid running down, soaking tan fur. Oh yes, she’d gotten him…and landed a very commendable blow, he had to give her that.
But it didn’t mean he was quitting…or down for the count. She had a taste of his blood now, and that was what he feared…he knew what such a simple thing could do to a kalona, and though she be only half, it was abundantly clear which side held control now. A shame that he could not have met her in sanity, for now he could see nothing past that part of her…the demon.
He cursed himself a thousand times over…if only he were stronger, faster…if only he’d been what his father had wanted him to be…perhaps now he would have the strength that was so desperately needed to save that which he valued above all else.
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