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It had been many days in wandering since Azzan had seen a single soquili. He was lost in more ways than one. The recent events in his life had left him confused, on edge. He didn't have his usual air of happiness around him, instead he was surrounded by sadness and hate. Heavy lids hung low over colorless eyes as Azzan gazed out before him.

The sun, while not set yet, was beginning to fall from it's glory at the top of the sky. It wouldn't be too long, an hour or so until the warmth giving light began to fade and the world was consumed with the darkness of the night. Oh how Azzan wished for the night, at least it gave a valid reason for him to be traveling in solitude.

A great sigh escaped Azzan's lips as he looked out over the field he had been following. He would have a long journey the next day, one which he had no reason to continue today. With no motivation and no reason he gave up on his travels for the day and began to graze on the flowers and grass at his feet.

A soft glimmer of light caught Azzan's attention as he grazed. For the first time that day something interesting might be happening, but even so Azzan did not get excited. The glimmer must have come from the sun glistening off of a nearby stream or a passing butterfly, nothing important.

But still, as Azzan grazed in silence he heard footsteps that came from where he had first seen the glimmer, and streams and butterflies did not weigh enough to, or simply did not, give off footsteps. "Hello?" He called out softly, so sure that his being alone was playing tricks on his mind.

A melodic voice entrancing and smooth drifted on a light breeze to his ears. Yes, someone was most certainly was there. Azzan's eyes flickered fully open and alert as he gazed at where he had first seen the glimmer. Sure enough there was a mare. Had he truly not been alert enough to realize she was there before. He stepped forward slowly and cautiously,as if drawn by curiosity by the blazing emerald eyes of the mare. Having never seen a mare like her before he was somewhat daunted by her smaller, yet her composure spoke of a strength beyond comprehension.

"From around here? No, I am not..." Azzan replied in an even tone. "But then again I get the feeling that you aren't either." He began to circle the mare, looking her over from head to hoof. She was beautiful, but was it just a shell? Only time could tell. "So..." Azzan said softly as his colorless eyes looked directly into the fiery orbs once again. "Who may you be?"

"Soquili in chains, hm?" Azzan asked curiously. "Being, perhaps, Tortured?" Torture and chains didn't sound so much nicer than this world, after all soquili could be in chains here as well. She seemed the type to like torture though, to relish it whole heartedly. It was an appealing idea, and fit perfectly with her liking of chains.

He chuckled and pushed Ravah's hair out of her face as she swished her tail. A pity really for her to let her hair do that, it hid such wonderful (and now narrowed) eyes. "You may not be curious about yourself, but I most certainly am. As for my name, it's Azzan. I's a pleasure to meet you."

Azzan chuckled. "What sort of soquili would have a name such as Spike or Angel? They don't sound like names that ones parents would give their child."

Azzan giggled, Razah's nose tickling his neck. He wasn't use to physical contact outside of playing with his little brother. It made him feel uncomfortable, though he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. To tell the truth he liked her touch very much, it felt similar to what his fathers two-legger called silk. He stepped back from Ravah, unsure of what he should do. Should he return the contact, or shrug it off like nothing had happened? He decided to do nothing. Better to be safe than to feel the wrath of a female.

Azzan chuckled to himself, he had obviously not made clear the thoughts that had been rushing through his head. "I mean no disrespect Mistress Ravah," Azzan responded somewhat embarrassed. He was meaning to flatter the mare by calling her Mistress, but it was something about her eyes that compelled him to do so. He had known her for only minutes and yet he felt as though she deserved to be treated as though she was a queen. Azzan knew this to be odd, even for he who had completely changed his lifestyle in a matter of days; he never judged soquili fully this quickly.

"Willow is a normal name, as is Ravah; 'cept Ravah is more alluring than just plain Willow." Azzan added as he sincerely compared the two names. "I simply meant that for a parent to name their child Spike or Angel would show the parents overconfidence in their child. It's names such as those that give certain soquili false overly indulged sense of worth." Azzan scoffed with a glower of hate. "Nothing worse than a soquili thinking their better simply because of their name. Most parents I've met tend to avoid such doting names."

Ravah's fangs caught his eye as he gazed once more at her delicate face that hid what he believed to be unspeakable strength. He had been told of soquili with fangs, though he had only known them to belong to Kalona's and the ever feared skinwalkers. What was a beautiful creature such as she doing with such? He decided the matter wasnt worth persuing as his attention was suddenly caught by her questions. They were hard ones indeed for he himself did not truly know why he was wandering. "For now, I guess, I am simply trying to leave behind that which can not accept my beliefs. Eventually I hope to find the one responsable for the conflict in my life, but for now I take life one day at a time."

His eyes narrowed for a moment as Azzan spoke of beliefs. "I have a question for you, If you so wish to answer." Azzan said slowly. He wanted an answer, to know if she believed the same as his family or himself, but he wouldn't force her to answer if she did not wish to. He could bring himself to think of forcing her to do anything. "Do you believe that words can hurt just as much as physical harm, or that wounds are the only way to harm someone?"

Azzan noted Ravah's reaction to the word mistress, convinced that he had made an ideal choice in words. She questioned the word as if he had said something wrong (or so he thought) but he knew better by the smile that made him step closer to her. He didnt know what it was in her smile that drew him to her, but he didnt question or fight it. Being with Ravah, even though they were currently discussing the events that had caused him to be so morose, seemed to lighten his mood.

Azzan dipped his head to the ground and snipped of a few tall blades to chew on as they spoke. He had assumed that Ravah had been talking of theoretical soquili when she spoke of Spike and angel; a grave mistake he would hopefully not repeat any time soon. These two soquili did not seem to make Ravah happy, so he chose not to press the subject further.

Azzan finished chewing what little grass he had in his mouth and swallowed before speaking. "Conflict may not be the word for it, but it was the only word I could think of off the top of my head. They are issues with my family and their precious Ideals. They, my 'mother' in particular, believe that harm can only come from actions. I believe otherwise, and apparently you do as well..."

Ravah's enthusiasm about causing pain to others was a bit unnerving to Azzan. That was until he remembered how he felt when his temper first flared.

Azzan's nostrils flared and he stomped his hooves, his uncontrollable temper beginning to show as hanger and hatred flooded his mind. "No kalona blood flows through my veins, not even the blood of the mother I speak of." Azzan spat. "I was adopted as a basket by a usdia named Syipher and his mate Scarlet. They raised me. I knew I wasn't their child but I was naive to believe that I didnt have to have the mare's blood to be a son to her. I was a blind fool." The words came quickly from him, fulled by the painful thoughts and memories of the arguments he had.

"She believed in peace, you shouldn't harm someone unless they harm you first, and under no circumstances should you harm a foal as they 'dont know any better'. But what of those that do not defend themselves?" Azzan was ranting now as he turned from Ravah and began to pace up and down a few feet. "I take offense to any harmful actions towards those I care about. Any... One day a foal decides to pick on my adopted uncle. Sad and depressed he does not retaliate, just accepts the onslaught of words coming from the brats mouth. I couldn't stand it, she was making him miserable with her words. I even took the time and warned the foal to stop. She didn't, so I shut her up by my own means."

Azzan paused and sighed. "Apparently, family only lasts as long as I try to please others; defending them is a big no whether it be by actions or words. My 'mother' couldn't grasp the fact that what the foal was doing was hurting my uncle. She still doesn't. In her mind words can be nice or mean but harmless all the same, only actions can hurt someone, and because I used actions to stop words I wasn't her son." Azzan stopped his pacing and turned back to face Ravah. Other than his 'family' and his blood parents no one knew this next bit of information.

"My birth mother is a Skinwalker. That is the wolf scent you detect on me."