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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 9:35 am
The stallion made his way delicately through the woods, pleased by the events of the afternoon. Shyam found the mortal world to be a most amusing place the reactions from those he met were more than entertaining. Many who saw him looked at him with a sense of dread, a hint of fear and concern, and Shyam reveled in it. It was a shame, o'course, that in their fear they sought out their own fates; he couldn't help but to give them what they truly desired. . . if it was fear they felt, it was fear he would give them. A snarl here, a snap there, a kill there - it was very easy and worked out well for everyone.
Even the now quite deceased victim who was stupid enough to get caught.
They wanted fear and Shyam delivered. Let them look upon the empty place within their herd, let them remember the striped shadow that licked happily the blood from his hooves Silly fools he walked with. . . . They let their emotions get the better of them.
Step by step, the stallion moved through the woods at an easy pace. He was in no rush, he was in no hurry, and he surely had no where to go. The world was his toy, in a sense, and he'd be greatly amused by what he might unearth. There was something else that drove him to walk. . . something that tickled his spirit, something he couldn't quite place. Ah-ha, a mare, that was it! A mare . . . . . . . that. . . . . . well, he couldn't remember the details, they were foggy and just not there.
But a mare. . . a mare drove him to walk for reasons he didn't even try to understand. He'd never figure out the answer, he'd just keep on with his hunt, with his search. What would happen when he found said mare, he . . . he didn't know, didn't really care either. It was hard to care when one couldn't recollect the she, or the why.
Life sure was an interesting surprise. . . Sometimes he thought of heaven, of the place he had fallen from. Sometimes he thought of the memories, of the songs, of the glory. . .
But it was a very long ways away.
He was here now. The chain he wore was his purpose, the blood stained on his wings a constant reminder of his place. He was no angel anymore . . . and an obsession now smeared his heart. Lust, blood, death, darkness, shadow. . . . it now stained him. He had fallen prey to his mission, prey to the feelings he had watched and ruled the mortals over. But such was his new lot in life. . . .
The angels wouldn't have him.
But a mare. . . death. . blood . . violence . . .would.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:02 am
Shinoma trotted along, secure in the knowledge of the fact that she looked disturbing enough to scare away most Soquili, and in the fact that her mother was a vicious Kalona, her father, though not a Kalona, was a fierce predator, and had gifted her the strange intangibility that her body and limbs possessed.
She sniffed the air as she went, hoping to catch the scent of something small, and warm-blooded, her tummy was growling at her, and she wanted to find something without her mother. She started moving slower, drifting now as she thought she could hear something in the distance moving.
The hair on her back prickled a little this time though, it sounded larger than what she was wanting to run into. She stomped a hoof on the ground; annoyed with herself for even thinking of hesitating, despite the new sounds she was hearing as whatever it was got closer.
Her mother would get whoever it was..
'Who's there?' she called, moving forwards to find the source of the noise.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 10:25 am
Shyam's ears pricked as both movement and a small voice alerted him to the presence of another. The large stallion paused in his walk, stubby, maimed tail twtiching some as he looked over in to the source of the shadows. Someone was out there. . . and his heart lept with an almost foalish desire to find out who. The stallion was a killer, most certainly, but he was a social destroyer. He thrived off the emotions of others, about granting them their most wanton desires and feelings. . . To give them the rage they sought, to let them know that the lust they felt was good, was normal. Or perhaps, to the more siddish, he fed in to their inhibitions and warned them of the evils of this world. Passion, love, hate, murder, fear, obsession . . . Shyam did his best to teach the world the power of their darkest desires and fears.
Even the little ones.
Changing his direction the stallion walked slowly towards Shinoma. He was in no rush as one could tell by the hypnotic clanking of his chain. Step-clink. Step-clink. Step-clink. The sound grew louder the closer he came, leaves crunching underneath his hooves, branches and bramble snapping as he plowed through. There was indeed a filly present. . . . but she had the most peculiar scent.
Crimson eyes caught sight of the vibrantly red and violet lady first as he slunk through. "You do realize crying out isn't the best way to go about hide and seek. . . . " His words were deep but gentle. For now. Shyam held enough sanity to recollect that there was no need to be a brutal force all the time. He very much enjoyed harboring conversations with his victims. . . it was nice to know that for a few moments they offered him a good chat. IT made the meat that much sweeter.
"Now what do we have here, hmm?" He questioned, stepping out of the shadows fully to get a better look at the odd kalona girl. She was a kalona but when did they gain such a . . . . most peculiar trait. She seemed to flicker or bubble or . . something. As if parts of her weren't tangible and were happy dancing in the breeze.
Hmmm. . . . Most peculiar indeed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:44 am
'Not playing hide n seek,' came the cheeky reply. Shinoma could now see the source of the strange noise she'd heard, and her eyes rounded as she looked at him, once he'd come more into the light.
'Woooooaaah..' she said, her wings quivering in excitement.
'You look so cool!' she realised she was sounding like an awestruck little filly but she didn't care. The stallion did look jaw-droppingly fiercesome, and she grinned at him, showing a set of sharp teeth.
Her mother and father looked amazing to her, and she revelled in the fact that she was the perfect mixture of her much admired parents, but they didn't look like him!
She clipped in a wide arc, straining to see all the details, noting that he didn't have an ounce of Kalona in him from appearances, but she knew her mother wouldn't mind her hanging with him for a bit if Izusa saw the stallion herself.
'I'm a shadow-Kalona!' she announced proudly, her smoky tail flicking.
'What are you mister?'
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:34 pm
((I could have sworn I replied to this. o_o; *so confused**goes to re-write*))
Shyam's ears pricked as he studied the little filly. His first instinct was to think yummy treat, succulent and tender flesh wrapped in baby-fat was always a stomach pleaser. The young were such a fun treat that Shyam's blood-lust couldn't help but cause his mouth to water. Then again, the fact that she was no normal kalona filly did cause him hesitation. . . All that wisping on her body, the stallion had to wonder if it effected her taste. He was a daring stallion, nonetheless, and therefor wouldn't hesitate to try to snap her up in his jaws. . . .
But pride caused him to hesitate.
He wasn't above his ego being stroked, and with the little filly's starry eyed gaze he couldn't help but be pleased. Of course he was something to behold, after his fall and a reflection of his persona at the lake, Shyam couldn't help but embrace the fact he truly was something stunning to behold. Though his wings were bandaged and stained with blood, though the chain he wore was ridiculously heavy and constantly burned against his flesh. . . . he couldn't remember the exact reasons for his fall, but envy from his fellows was most certainly was one of them. (Or so he liked to believe)
So any harm he felt should befall the young kalona were temporarily displaced. He couldn't exactly destroy his first fan could he? . . . . well. . . yes. And all it would take was a kick of his hoof or a snap of his jaws. But Shyam wasn't a mindless killer - he killed when he felt like it and he killed with class. So it would behoove him to get to know Shinoma and see what his little fanfilly was like. It wasn't everyday he found himself with a following. . . .
Besides, she was kalona. She might not be so worthless a meal after all.
Fluffing a few of his feathers, craning his neck to preen around some of the bandages, Shyam gave his mane a little shake and further studied the filly. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement and his ragged tail flicked back and forth. "I am rather stunning, in a disheveled sort of way." He took a few steps closer to the filly, his chains rattling with every step. "Hmm. . . but you're quite a striking little creature yourself. Shadow kalona you say?" He canted his head questionably, curious as to exactly what shadow-beasts lurked. . . .
Still - a kalona was a kalona nonetheless, shadow or not! "What am I? Now that is the question, isn't it? I used to be an angel. . . . " He fluttered both sets of wings as if to draw her attention to them, "But times have changed. I'm not quite so pure anymore. . . . "
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:25 pm
Shinoma had no inkling, well didn't show that she had any inkling that she should be absolutely terrified of such a bloodied stallion, but she was too busy thinking how cool he was. In the mental tally of Soquili that she respected he was cutting a close third, obviously no where near as wicked as her mother and father, but he was up there!
She watched the chains as he moved, the clanking noise drawing her eyes to them immediately, like a moth to a flame. Shinoma continued to drink in every detail so that she could tell her mother later, her gaze following the noisesome metal to see where it went around his large form.
She nodded at his question, jolted abruptly from her reverie, and nodded firmly;
'My mother was first of her kind.' she boasted. Well, as Izusa had told it, she'd been the first to this area, obviously wasn't the first ever because she had to come from somewhere herself!
'My father is shadowy death.' she smiled, puffing up. At his own answer about his origins she canted her head to one side.
'Angel, what's that?'
She'd never heard that term before, pure? Was an angel a good thing then?
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:11 am
Shyam was greatly entertained by the little filly before him. She was a proud one but with the blood that she possessed Shyam couldn't say he blamed her. The stallion held a neutral stance when it came to the kalona of the world. Pride ran through the creatures unparalleled; when it came to finding a species of soquili so in tune with their shadows and primal carnage, such creatures were the first to be sought.
Shyam appreciated such a chosen lot in life given his present situation and circumstance. The clouds in heaven often made one see differently as the male had quickly discovered after he'd fallen from grace. Such a change was great but it was something he could appreciate. . .
As for shadowy death? The stallion had to chuckle a bit at such a term. Shadowy death sounded like one he might very well appreciate. With the tendrils upon the little filly before him he could imagine just how 'shadowy' the father might be. Perhaps he had once guarded over his spirit and had fought for good, had hoped that perhaps such blood lust would fade. Ah, it amazed him now howw he walked amongst the very ones he had tried to save. . . had fought to save. . . all before her.
"Well, my filly, you sound as if you have quite the impressive pair of parents." His stubby tail flicked in nonchalance, allowing his ego to be stroked by her admiration. Such a thing saved her from his hunger for now. . . . he couldn't rightly justify destroying such a fan.
"An angel, m'dear, is a creature quite unlike either of us. They often have multiple sets of wings, similar to mine, and are the epitome of pure. They are an enemy to the shadow, to darkness, to anything cruel and damned. For while they preach love and acceptance, they also do all in their power to snuff out any blemishes they feel aren't worthy to walk the land . . . Emotionally. . . and physically." Perhaps he wasn't the greatest preacher when it came to his fellow kindred.
There were some, he remembered, that truly were the greatest. Those that were the most tender of hearts, the most sweet and beloved. Ah, but he also knew those that were cruel and abused their power, those that didn't allow for free-thinking and chaos. . . . He also remembered her and the pain that she had caused. . .the he had caused them both.
Whoever she was. . . .
"I'd steer clear of them if I were you. They might take you under wing and try to save your soul. And what a pity that would be for a filly with so much potential."
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:26 am
'Yes I do..' Shinoma had fallen into a state of reverie again, her little hooves taking her closer to the ex-angel, so that she was almost touching him if she thought to stretch out and reach with her nose.
'And when I get big, I will be just like them..only better.' she grinned, snapping her pointed teeth and skipping back a few steps. Although she was all filly ego and stupidly fearless, she also tried to be clever - well, when she remembered. She knew that this stallion could turn her into a smear on the ground if he really chose to.
'Yuck.' Shinoma's nose wrinkled up as though she had stepped into something rotten and pungent. The thought of a creature so full of good intentions, and not only that, good enough that it thought it was right for it to wipe out those it thought unworthy.
'I am staying faaaaar away.' she nodded in agreement, her posture one of pride, her head swelling as he described her as having potential. Praise indeed!
'So, you aren't an angel. You have a name? I'm Shinoma..' she said, giving her wispy winglets another bat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:32 pm
Shyam listened to the little shadowed filly, amused and entertained by her antics. Though foals could make a delicious treat, he also found them to be rather entertaining and almost a little endearing. At least the little one had her priorities in order. There was absolutely no reason why she couldn't be better than her parents, something stronger, something greater. Shoot for the moon, that's what he remembered his
parents teaching him, and look at where he wound up? He certainly was no angel but that didn't mean he hadn't still accomplished something great. Before his fall he had been on the rise. . . . Now, he was cast out and had all of heaven and many a mortal bound after him. It wasn't a glamorous lifestyle, but by god, look at what he had done?
Some might find it a shame to be on all of heaven's most-wanted list; but Shyam was quite proud of his deeds. He lived how he wanted and feared no one. Perhaps this little filly might grow in to something similar, something great, something worth her weight in sin. If he were lucky she might prove to be something worthy of fear. Really, only time would tell. "I dare say I look forward to such a day. There aren't enough
wicked ones in the world, you know, even if many claim to be." His own fangs gleamed and he swished his nubby tail lazily behind him.
Watching the little filly show her disdain for something so pure, the stallion chuckled. "They are a bit of a distasteful breed, at least a good majority of them. Chalk full on righteousness and arrogance and pride for their race; but many have blood on their hooves. They have no right to judge anothers choice in life. . . just as many choose to eat grass and live in peace, why should another be condemned because of their choice to kill?" Or, in Shyam's case, a choice to love? Bah, he remembered little of his fall, but he did know that it was all because of a mare. . . .and one he had considered quite dear.
The heaven's hadn't been happy. His choice to worship her above all else, to seek out her love had evnded in catstrophe. And yet, the chained stallion understood that if he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't hesitate a moment. Let them curse him, let them hunt him, let them find flaw in his all. . . . He had made his choice and he'd make it again. The taste for blood and burning chains was a small price to pay for devotion. Part of Shyam hoped to stumble across his fellow angeni kind; let him corrupt their spirit just as they had condemned him. He wished to watch them fall. . . .
"Keep far away from their corruption, girl, but fear not their power as you grow. For though they aren't easy to kill, their blood drips sweeter than any I have ever tasted." And wasn't that the truth! Perhaps that's why he lusted for blood as he did; he craved the flesh of angeni, of the most pure, and found a great sweetness in its taste. Mortal blood didn't compare, but it certainly helped ease the desperate need to rip apart every thing in sight. "Tis a pleasure, Shinoma. It isn't often I find a foal worth sparing, but you seem to be an exception. They call me Shyam."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:53 pm
Shinoma beamed, radiating pride again. She loved being complimented in her dark ways, especially by someone who she could conceivably look up to; well at least until she grew and then she would be the admired one.
She gave a small noise, a churring purr of a noise, at his talk of blood. She was already well baptised in that, her mother had weaned her from her milk as swiftly as she was able to, bringing her still warm dead things for her to eat.
'What does it taste like, angel's blood I mean?' she asked, her eyes afire with the thought of it. She wondered if it tasted any different from the small furred creatures that she had lately been hunting herself. She supposed it might do, maybe the fact that you were eating something that was so prissy and good meant it tasted all the better.
'Shyam huh? Well, I am worth it. I'm going to be everything rotten.' she grinned again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:45 am
The stallion watched as the little filly beamed up at him. Though his morals were skewed and he thought little about destroying a life or spreading pain and chaos, he wasn't without feeling. He wasn't so mindless and pathetic to only know how to kill; he wasn't so broken as to not know the palette of emotions that many soquili possessed. . . including himself.
No, he was a rare breed; he was a killer, a hunter, a demon that still possessed his intelligence and an ability to discern emotions. That gave him an advantage; that gave him a wit to understand how to best manipulate those around him and how to get exactly what he wanted. There were those whom killed blindly . . . but what sort of fun was that? A soquili went from being a true hunter to being nothing more than a tool, a program. There were many whom were like that. . . .
But Shyam was by far no tool.
"Angel's blood is the sweetest, most delicious you could find. Their flesh is the most tender, their cries of pain the most fascinating. They're a rarity and damned hard to actually wound or kill but," he purred, "should you ever be so lucky you'd find them to be a most delectable treat."
"Here," he chuckled, bob tail swishing behind him. Reaching down, he bit hard upon his leg, ripping open a wound and allowing the blood to spill down and stain the feathering upon his legs. "It's not quite the same, thanks to my fallen position, but regardless I am still angelic. Just not holy." He offered his leg to the filly, his own mouth watering for a taste.
Shyam wasn't object to feasting upon his own flesh. . .if only just a little bit.
"Well I look forward to seeing that day," he added happily, bemused by her little filly charm and a desire to be the most rotten and evil kalona out there. Yes, she had potential. Perhaps someday he'd stumble upon her again and see if she really grew in to such worth or if she transformed in to nothing but a failed and shattered dream.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:27 am
Shinoma's mouth watered as Shyam described the blood, the flesh and the sounds of their agonies. Hard to wound or kill huh? she mused quietly, her crimson eyes shining. That sounded like a challenge she would have to take on when she was older.
So when he offered up his own blood, she blinked, slightly startled. Not even her mother had done that for her! His cool score rose, and with the heady scent filling her nostrils she moved straight to the wound, glancing upwards once before lapping delicately at the spilled blood, cleaning the fur and feathering thoroughly so that not a drop was wasted.
'I want more..' she breathed, licking her mouth and fangs, stepping back to look up at the stallion again.
'I want an angel's blood, I'll have one. I'll remember that taste always.' she purred.
'And when I am grown, I will have unwilling angel flesh.'
Big boasts from a filly, but that one taste had hooked her. Shaking herself, she questioned Shyam again.
'Have you killed many angels?'
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 9:44 am
Shyam was most pleased as the little filly lapped up his blood. It took great resistance on his part not to thrash down and snap her neck with his jaws at that very moment - she wouldn't have known what hit her as she was so intent on her drink - but. . . .
Shyam resisted.
It wasn't everyday he found a little one worthy of life and his best humor and behavior. Furthermore, if he could corrupt her to become an angel killer such a thing would please him greatly. Everyone deserved to die at some point or another, and unless they could impress him enough to give him reason not to maim, Shyam was only too happy to oblige.
Survival of the fittest, was it not? And as far as the fallen could understand those that reigned in heaven were quite unfit to live.
"Rest assured, Shinoma, the angels will fear your name." He chuckled a bit darkly, his nubby tail swishing happily behind him. Whether or not she actually grew TO kill an angel was still up in the air; but the fact that she seemed to be delighted by the prospect pleased him.
"Find the winged ones and rip them to pieces. . . If you look hard enough it's quite certain you might even find a foal or two with the impressive wings. Would you kill a foal, Shinoma, or would you rather romp around and play?" The stallion chuckled lightly, bemused at the prospect.
He'd never actually witnessed a foal killing another foal but perhaps if Shinoma would be up to the task. And if she understood that the one she might try to kill was an angelic foal. . . . Hmm. It surely might be an interesting battle.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:10 am
Shyam had pretty much made himself a fan for life, a follower into death. When she had grown, she would seek him out again, make him proud.
'I'd like that,' she grinned, swishing her tail tendrils against the ground, pretending that she was hitting them against some stupid beast.
'They can all fear it..Shinooooma.' she elongated her own name, giving a little hiss at the end.
Would she kill a foal? That was an interesting question. The first time she'd run into another her age she'd not long been out of the basket, and it had felt more fun to get the colt incredibly lost and let him snivel, thinking that she would eat him was often scarier. The second, well he'd been so boastful about his expertise in everything that it had been more fun to let him go hunt for her, and to watch his face as he attempted to eat meat.
'Would the foals wander away from their goody goody parents?' she mused, half asking Shyam. Whilst she was often reckless, the thought of being prematurely slain before she got to taste pure Angel blood was not a good one. But if she killed one of their foals...it wouldn't grow up to spread it's pointless goodness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 9:16 am
Shyam chuckled a bit at the girls enthusiasm. If only all foals were this entertaining he might very well have gathered an army of loyalists! Then again, if all foals were so worthy to live he wouldn't enjoy himself some tender and succulent flesh. All things considered, feasting on baby was still more appealing than creating an impressive army and herd of evil and gluttony. Thankfully for the nightmare kalona she wasn't particularly appealing to Shyam's pallette thanks to her shadows; it pleased him that she was bright enough and anxious enough to desire and embrace evil that she could prove to be useful down the road.
Perhaps he might run in to her again as she aged and he might be able to see what sort of monster she grew to be. "All foals wander," he added with a bemused grin. "Given some might not wander far but it is why you need to be prepared to make a swift kill. Any foal often has a protective eye of a parent somewhere and therefor you'll need to keep your wits about you should you strike. Do me a favor and make sure you don't grow in to a kalona blinded by bloodlust or rate; there are killers out there that may be strong but are stupid and foolish with how they hunt and destroy.
"You can be better than that, Shinoma, but you'll need to stay clever and on your hooves." If there was one thing Shyam despised more than the goody-goody angeni's that he adored feasting upon it was, of course, the stupid evil. Many a skinwalker was so blinded by their curse and rage that they couldn't resist a fight. They were powerful, yes, but they were just as foolish. Any creature that lost their intelligence to bloodlust was a fool. . .
Even if it meant Shyam was frequently a hypocrite.
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