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 Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 6:14 pm
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A content mare lay upon a particularly grassy expanse of ground near a stream that flowed freely through the mountains; the water produced a trickling sound as it descended down the mild slope. Her dark gray eyes were unfocused yet staring at the setting sun as it continued to fall through the darkening sky. A light breeze fled past the mare; causing her wings to ruffle slightly and a few braids in her usually tame forelock to fall into her eyes. Arctica’s dark orbs went cross-eyed as she tried to stare at the offending strands, yet she instantly developed a headache at the odd sensation and shut her eyelids tightly. The displeasure vanished and she quickly tilted her head to one side, giving it a slight jerk, so that the braids fell back into their normal placement. The mare blinked a few times and stifled a tired yawned that attempted to escape her lips. She shifted slightly upon the ground, stretching out her back legs that had begun to turn numb from lying for quite sometime. Slowly the mare rose to her hooves and she adjusted the feathered wings sitting upon her back before looking about her curiously. Arctica was currently at a lose for something to keep her mind content, not wishing yet to journey back to her home since the night was still young and unexplored.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 6:46 pm
Green eyes scanned the surrounding area, unsure of what they were seeing. Everything here was so new, so exciting. So different. The dense foliage of the mountains was a huge change from his small home in the meadow.
Dichali was unable to explore as a foal, due to overprotective parents, who he only just recently discovered weren't even his parents at all, but two young adults on a silly 'quest' to find a flower. He had been found in the mountains, alone in his basket, starving and cold, real parents unseen and unheard of. Now that he'd escaped the watchful eye of his adoptive mother, he was determined to explore every inch of what would have been his home had his parents not misplaced or abandoned him. At last the large stallion had found a clearing, a place he could stay and see intruders from every side of him. But wait. What was that toward the middle? It was moving. Perhaps another Soquili. Dichali was unsure if he wanted to approach. Though surely his colors would be noticed soon, even if the other occupant of the clearing was far away.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 7:18 pm
The mare's eyes wandered over the scenery in front of her that was becoming darker and darker as shadows swallowed the light radiating from the bright sun. Dark gray eyes paused upon the stream that glimmered and sparkled as the waves rippled under the final rays of the morning star. She took a few hesitant steps closer and lowered her muzzle to the clear liquid, enjoying the refreshment as it slipped passed her lips. Once she was satisfied she raised her head once more but froze after a second; an unusual feeling crossing over her. She looked around with her dark orbs, willing something out of the ordinary to be there. When she noticed nothing she attempted to shrug off the trick her nerves were playing on yet it was rather difficult. Arctica had never been a brave one; often flinching at loud noises or sudden movements; she had also done so since she was a foal and could never help how she reacted. The dark colored mare still felt uneasy and pawed nervously at the ground with her hoof; still worried and unsure. Her eyes fled back to the water flowing in the stream for a few moments before she began walking up the slope toward higher ground. Though she had no plans further though on than that; perhaps to get to a higher area where she could examine the area from a more suitable place.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 10:13 am
The stallion was unsure on what to do. Should he approach the other? From what he could see, its stature looked like a mare, quite probably with wings. Not like his, though. Perhaps like his aunt's daughter, Phaedra. That must be what they were. However, they appeared to be a different color. Were they supposed to come in different colors? She was beginning to leave, and the stallion was still quite curious. Dichali used his curiosity as an excuse to approach the mare, and gave her a friendly nicker, as it would be bad if she hadn't noticed him and he just showed up beside her with a bunch of questions. "Hello, Miss!" His head was held high as he approached her, sure to be cautious. It wasn't every day he met an unusual mare. Then again, it wasn't every day that he met a normal mare, either.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 1:34 pm
Arctica flinched a few steps to her left at a sudden noise; almost into the stream that she had been meandering next to. Her back hoof slipped on a wet rock and the hoof plunged into the cold clear liquid, the end of her long tail completely soaked and the strands of it remained in the water. The mare's dark gray eyes flew to a figure making it's way towards her and she stood there, realizing that there had been another and her nervous feeling didn't arise from nothing. Though she wondered how she had not seen him before; his blueish translucent wings, his light blue coat, and his unorthodox colored orange mane and tail. Arctica frowned and stared curiously at him. "Hello..." She replied in a soft whisper that she doubted he had heard; though her voice was always gentle and quiet. She wondered curiously what has caused the stallion to be at the mountains, in this particular area... at this specific time. Arctica realized she was being selfish; thinking the world revolved only around her and that she would remain only for a great portion of her time. He drew closer and closer to where she stood; her hoof still in the stream and unmoving. She desired to question him; inquire what he was doing there yet she couldn't bring her lips to part and let words linger from between them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:52 pm
When he was close enough that he could be heard without yelling, Dichali spoke. "I'm terribly sorry if I alarmed you, Miss. It's just, I've only seen wings like yours once before, and my curiosity got the best of me, I suppose." He smiled warmly and bowed his head in greeting. "I'm called Dichali." His green eyes scanned the surrounding area, straining to see in the distance due to the dimness of the light. Until now, he'd been too distracted by the mare's wings to notice anything other than the meadow. Once finished surveying the area, he turned his attention back to the mare. "May I ask your name, Miss?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 10:03 pm
She listened as the stallion spoke yet felt the apology was unnecessary. "It's not your fault. I simply happen to be a tad... twitchy." She gave a shake of her head before her gaze fell upon the feathery wings held at her sides; wondering why one would be overly interested in them. "Other than color they don't differ much." She added somewhat unenthusiastically, knowing that her entire family had the same wings as herself only they varied slightly in color. Well, that was untrue actually. They all were white, or had white with some shade of gray or black upon them. In her family she supposed that she was the only one who also had turquoise marking adorning the feathers as well. Arctica's attention returned once more to the stallion and she nodded politely at his bow. "It's a pleasure." Her dark grays orbs followed his green ones as he surveyed the stream and the other physical features of the area. At this point the mare treaded out of the cold water and swished her long tail; sending a few frantic droplets of water into the air. "Arctica." Was her response to his inquiry as she continued to stare at him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 4:05 pm
"Well I wouldn't call it twitchy. Cautious, perhaps. And I'd much rather be cautious than a Kalona's dinner." He chuckled quietly before nodding. "I see. Well, the only other Soquili I've seen wings like those on was a foal, and they were much..." Dichali thought of a word to describe it. "Scrawnier?" The stallion wasn't exactly sure if that was a real word or not, but it seemed to define them in a simple way.
"Well it's wonderful to meet you, Arctica. I'm afraid that I haven't met any others during my stay in the mountains worth speaking to." In fact, he hadn't met anybody else at all during his 'stay' in this foreign place. It was actually getting quite lonely, so he was a tad excited that his first encounter was a lovely, seemingly nice, mare instead of a Kalona or Skinwalker.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:14 pm
Arctica blinked in confusion and allowed her eyes to take him in once more. He wasn't petite in stature in her opinion, though she had seen stallions larger than him as well. That was typical for a flutter though, or so she had heard. Yet... his wings didn't exactly remind her of what she would imagine a flutter to look like either, yet her father had told her that flutter's wings were more diverse than those of wind soquili. Apparently there was some meaning in the saying 'It takes all kinds,'? The mare gave a shrug. "I didn't know they had such large appetites." Arctica had never encountered a Kalona before but she had heard a number of stories recounting just how grotesque they were.
"Really?" She supposed that comment was true. After all, when Moose had been a foal her wings had been smaller than hers were since she had already been a mare at that time. Though, as he had grown his wings had expanded and grown to a size larger than hers. It didn't really make a difference though in the long run. Neither Arctica nor Moose made use of their feathered appendages often since they both choose not to wander far from their teepee that resided here in the mountains.
"You must not have encountered my family then." She told him in somewhat of a begrudging tone. In her opinion her family was a very peculiar one, but most of her relatives were probably worth speaking with. Her father, Orchu, was renowned for his wisdom and age amongst a number of soquili that he had met over the years. Though she couldn't help it if he had not met them and there was no point in wasting her breath telling him about her complex family. "You haven't told me your name yet." She added nonchalantly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:29 pm
Large appetite? He wasn't exactly sure if they ate their entire catch in one sitting. "Perhaps they eat their fill and save the rest for another day? I've never met a Kalona before, but surely they don't have that large of stomachs. Or maybe they just eat what they want and leave the rest to scavengers? Find fresher meat?" This made Dichali curious, as most everything did. Maybe he'd go out and find one of these beasts, ask a few questions. Then again, maybe that wasn't such a great idea.
"Yup. And she's missing a lot of feathers, too. She says that they keep getting pulled out." He thought about getting his wings pulled out and nearly cringed. Surely it wouldn't be a pleasurable experience. But feathers grew back... Didn't they?
"Well... Truthfully? I haven't really encountered many others." He stopped to think. "Actually, the only others I've met that aren't teepee-mates are two mares. Both of which had attempted to teach me to fly, and one that taught me how to shrink in size. Apparently flutters can do that, which I had no idea of." The stallion caught himself rambling and chuckled. "I haven't? Oh, how rude of me. I'm called Dichali. It means..." A light blush reached his cheeks. "It means 'speaks a lot'."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:47 pm
Arctica had a look of disgust on her face as the stallion pondered out loud the antics of Kalonas. It made the mare sick just hearing and thinking about it, they certainly were one type of soquili who's path Arctica was not interested in crossing. She refrained from commenting on the subject and was very glad when the stallion moved to another topic that he had previously brought up.
Arctica frowned as he described the foal. "Is that so? That's rather unhealthy for her wings... Our feathers take ages to grow back in and it is unsuitable to fly without full wings. Missing a number of them could result in not being about to fly in a straight course and things of that nature..." The mare couldn't help but wonder if the filly was pulling them out on her own accord.
The mare expelled a quick laugh. "More soquili live in my teepee than the number you've even encountered it seems." She gave her long tail a swish. "We're more of a herd even you could say... Besides myself, there are twenty other soquili. Not to mention the three two-legged that keep us all in our place and care for us..." Her family was certainly unorthodox; but it was her family nonetheless; even if they all weren't related by blood.
"Really? That's an unusual trait." She said furrowing her brow, not able to comprehend exactly what it would be useful for. "No offense," She began, "But the name does seem rather fitting." Arctica informed him with a small nod.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:54 pm
Dichali nodded. "She says her sister does it because she thinks wings are ugly. And after meeting the brat, I don't doubt it. Her sister lives with her mother's friend, though, so the feathers are growing back."
The lids on the stallion's eyes seemed to disappear as she described her home. "Please tell me that's an exaggeration." He couldn't imaginve so many Soquili in one place at once, let alone living with each other. "There must be a lot of arguments."
"It is. I haven't found much to do with it yet, though." The blush deepened. "Well, in my defense, I've been wandering in the forest for a few days with nobody else to talk to. Though I'm terribly sorry if I've annoyed you."
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