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 Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 6:34 am
 The sky felt unusually heavy today. Straining her young white wings, Seresai pushed against the cold winds of the north and grit her teeth. Were Wildfire nearby, she would have landed by now, but alone, with no one but herself to judge, she would fight against the inclement weather and... Show it a thing or two. Almost on cue a wild updraft hit her and sent her reeling against it's brute force. Her wings, already strained, were snapped upwards as she started to fall. To proud to even scream, Seres fought on, inch by inch, bring her wings back 'under' her, releasing a low grunt of pain as she finally cleared the dangerous turbulence and she realigned herself. Knowing when to call it a day (as her wings could barely support her now) she soared her way across the landscape, looking for a place to land.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:32 am
The stallion caught sight of a shadow gliding over head. A glance up to the heavens confirmed his suspicion - some wind. The stallion had tucked himself away within the cliffs that edged the plain, taking solace in the cool rock and shadows it provided. It wasn't that Shyam avoided others on purpose, oh no; but the social stallion had found far too many to be nothing more than a tasty treat that talked than anything worth much importance. There were a few, mind, that were worthy companions. . . a few darker hearts like himself, a few others that were shunned by the universe (whether or not they yet realized it).
There were souls of many colours upon the world, Shyam had found, and though he wasn't drive to destroy them all like some fallen, he did occasionally find pleasure in his own company. There were many holes in his memory, many uncertainties he couldn't colour or fix. Not only did he have memories of heaven, of his place high up on the world, but no longer bells ran when he walked; no longer did he hold the power to protect, no longer was he something good.
But there were other things, past the blood lust, past a desire to corrupt the innocent and have them face their most carnal urges and fears. Past that Shyam knew he was on a hunt, and was driven to search for the one he had fallen for. . . to search for the mare he had loved and adored beyond comparison. But who? Shyam had to know her when he saw her; he had to understand everything so long as he found her. And so, the dark furred stallion lived his life in constant search for the angel he had suffered an eternity of pain and hatred for. . . .
She was out there. Somewhere.
She had to be.
Spreading wide his wings, the large male rose, his chains clinking together as he moved. They were heavier than they appeared, and though cool to the touch of another, to Shyam they constantly burned. The pain they inflicted against his skin was a constant reminder of his sins. A glance at his wings caused the stallion to snort. Pathetic looking things, in a constant molting state, but the blood-stained things surprisingly enough worked.
Creeping out of the shadows, the stallion leapt from the cliffs, flapping his wings wide in flight. The wind seemed to be searching for a place to land. . . ah, but she now had found herself a companion. And Shyam refused to let her leave. His extra pair of wings aided in flight, stabalizing him and giving him extra speed. He was large enough, and heave enough, to require a seconds et, bandaged or not.
Let the white winged angel see him. . . let her hear the chains that rattled against him and let them be a fatal melody to her ears. If Shyam had his way, should she not prove herself to him, there was a very good chance she might wind up broken and battered by his hooves.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:07 pm
Well trained the white and gold mare might be, but overly suspicious.. she was not. Her father had prepared her (to her own detriment) for battles she could win, the standard (and honorable) face the enemy and duke it out until one gave up or died. She never thought of airborne soquili as much as a threat... since she was overly confident in her speed on the wing.
But today...
Today was different.
Alone, unaided, and already tired, she heard the rattle of the chains and knew instantly what they were... the clang of metal on metal that could merely signify overindulged luxury ornaments... or armaments. Peering curiously over her shoulder, she was both shocked and appalled by the visage of the creature that tailed her.
He was large, and possessed two sets of wings that, upon further inspection, she dismissed as unwieldy when she noticed the bandages. But his speed.... he was rapidly catching up to her. The chains about his body, they should have slowed him, but they obviously weren't... not with the distance closing between them so rapidly.
For a moment, she thought about screaming for help, and giving into her youthful panic at being alone with a potentially hostile presence.
But her pride would not allow for that.
So instead, she dipped a wing and spiraled down between the trees, hoping her smaller form would give her the advantage so long as her strength kept up.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:23 pm
The stallion could tell when the white winged angel before him realized her predicament. Without any further knowledge save looking at him did she cast judgment upon his soul. Assumption caused her alarm and her cloud white form suddenly took on an evasive form of flight. Down, down, down she went in to the trees.
How on earth could he not follow?
If a hunt was what she was taking his casual flight and intrigue as, than a hunt he would grant her. Let her fear grow in to panic, in to anxiety, in to fear. Let him become a nightmare, something brutal and gruesome and may their blood entwine as one and stain upon the ground in battle. If this was the game the wind mare wanted to play than Shyam would be more than happy to play the game. And such a game was one he found happened frequently.
Dropping down, like an ebony rock from the sky, he caught himself last minute and allowed his hooves to graze the tops of trees. Cackling loudly, the wind ripping away the sound from his lips and leaving him mute, Shyam made sure to focus in upon the greenery. A shame the mare was so god damned white. . . such a coat wouldn't be hidden, even amongst the shadows. Worse, dodging amongst the trees she left behind her scent upon the branches and leaves; movement of wings caused leaves to flutter and move. .
Though he was large, he followed. He stayed higher, closer to the tops of the trees but was more than ready to pursue. Her trail wouldn't be lost so easily, not with Shyam on a mission. "Come out, girl, face me like a mare and not some fear-blinded filly." He spoke cooly, silken voice rumbling echoing within the woods.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 7:11 pm
Hindsight was ever perfect, but currently, even hindsight seemed to be rimmed with fog. She could have just turned and faced him, believing that perhaps his appearance was nothing more then a put off for other bigger and badder things...but she sincerely doubted it would have landed her in any cooler waters.
Plus, the logic came a little to late anyway, and if she were to be completely frank with herself, it wasn't based on strict tactical logic.. more on a fervent hope, the kind her mother had taught her.
Kind of like how she had hoped he would lose interest as soon as she took evasive maneuvers.
But no, instead, he was following her.
"Dammitall anyway." she cursed, allowing her normal mask of composure to drop as she considered her options while she dodged the tree trunks. Speed was sacrificed in order to think, but at this stage of the game, she decided that doing the smart thing would probably help her out more in the long run. First, she decided he could mock her all he wanted, she wasn't filly enough to fall for that rubbish unless he said something particularly vexing, but even her father had said there were times when pride meant more then life, and it was acceptable to fight to defend one's honor.
Second, she needed to ascertain her surroundings and his position in them, then devise a way to make the woods work for her, rather then against her as they were now. She could feel her already waning energy take a sharp nosedive as she cleared a dangerous rocky outcropping
Sparing a quick glance back, she grew nervous when she couldn't see him, completely aware of the fact that her white coat must make her presence glaringly obvious to him.
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