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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:35 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:49 am
Another day, another jog. The stallion was finding it hard to keep up the monotony of the exercises his father put him through. Run a few miles, walk a few more,then turn around and run all the way back; duck, twist, spin, spar until his body hurt from the number of times the two stallions had crashed together. Watch his parents flirt in their shy, weird way for a little whenever his mother came by to make sure Khalon wasn't killing his son on accident, then wash, rinse and repeat.
It was a breezy, warm day today. Reflection took a deep breath and pushed it out, unaware he had been holding it. It was days like today that he sought to run away from what he was being trained to be; to deny his heritage and become one of those aimless wanderers his own father had been for a time. Ached to find a journey, like he'd suggested others that he knew do. It was a small ache inside him, but it had been blooming there for some time. However, his father had high expectations for him. Khalon was getting 'old' and worried for his family's future. The fire that the older male had... Reflection hadn't found it. Didn't understand it.
There was a difference between hearing stories about devils and demons, murders and battles for your life and the lives of those you loved, and actually having lived these stories. It was like the difference between a wildfire and a two-legger fire. Both are beautiful in their ways, but one is infinitely more dangerous.
Reflection was looking for the wildfire, and at every turn, Khalon was shoving him into the two-legger fire. At every turn the younger stallion felt like he was being balked, until he no longer saw the point of all this 'training' he was enduring... why learn to put out flames, if you never had to deal with any?
He scowled, coming to a halt and ripping up a blue flower in agitation. He was careful to check for any small creatures before he did so; many times he'd been warned about the flutter soquili, and it was not Reflection's wish to eat one, by any means.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:54 pm
while skimming the tree tops was not one of her favored exercises... she really had to hand it to her father for coming up with this particular scheme. Aside from it's obvious merits... like strength and eye-wing coordination, it allowed for her mind to stay sharp and focused without getting too bored. After all, one never knew when a bird would shoot up from the dense canopy, or in the case of trunk weaving... when one tree just seemed farther away then it really was.
Especially given the last case.
Gritting her teeth, the white mare tried not to think to much about the big bruise on her shoulder, just below her wing joint, and stayed the course for a few minutes longer. She had a personal goal set for today, and she was all of two wing beats away from it.
Then...
Victory is mine! She thought triumphantly, spiraling down to land in a decent sized meadow dotted with wildflowers. I'll just cool myself out by looking for a stream or something.. the walk will help I'm sure. Looking about her as she folded her wings, Seres sniffed the air lightly to try and catch a hold of the familiar water scent.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:21 am
He thought he heard a thud, and Reflection's head perked up, ears swiveling in the direction he had thought the sound came from. He made no attempt to hide his solid form, as if he could in this daylight! and no attempt to cover his curiosity either as he peeked left to right, seeking the source of the noise.
He found it in a smaller figure, obviously female, with white wings and body. Like his momma, but... not. Red eyes lit in a friendly manner, and he moved forward with a grace belying his size. From the distance across the meadow he was at, he could see part of her face looked shiny, but he couldn't quite tell why. In fact, from this distance, he was surprised he'd even heard the landing. Unless the sound had come from another source altogether, and she was innocent of the disruption?
Reflection sniffed the air cautiously for a moment, still continuing his path towards the other soquili. Courtesy overrode caution, especially when the young-minded and over-protected stallion had yet to come across a beast other than his father that matched him size-for-training.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 11:19 am
She hadn't caught wind of water, at least not yet, so she briefly surveyed the area, only to pause and wrinkle her brow in obvious uncertainty. Her mentor, Toujours, had taught her to rely on the land around her and decipher the signs of local wildlife to find what she needed, such as deer trails and the like. Her father, while agreeing on principle, also reminded her that she, being windborne, had the unparalleled advantage of being able to scout for what she needed from the air.
Naturally, she had been too preoccupied with beating her own record to take note of the landscape. But to add to it, a strange scent had reached her nostrils.
Across the meadow, a large and very dark stallion was pacing towards her, and if her vision served her at this distance, his eyes were a most worrisome shade of red. She was torn for a moment between taking wing and staying put, with the former reaction being based partially on laziness ( she could find something to drink faster on the wing) and second on safety... since he appeared to be quite a few hands taller then she. But the latter, she opted to pursue, as it also had an element of laziness (since she could just ask him if he knew of an local water source) and of curious pride. Tired she may be, and threatening his dark exterior might also be, but she wasn't a girl to run from anything.
Sort of.
So she waited, uttering only a short whinny of greeting so he knew she had seen him and (for the time being) was not adverse to company.
Not that he had asked... but that was irrelevant now wasn't it?
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:59 pm
Reflection paused uncertainly as he drew closer ot the female, only moving forward again at the short whinny she uttered. He slowed, pacing forward in a friendly manner, comfortable in his own skin and the dubious heat that beat down.
She did have a shiny plate on her face! How interesting- his father had something on his back he called a 'saddle'- was it similar to this plate? How could she move with a two-legger on her face? Then again, he remembered, his father had also referred to something called 'armor' that two-leggers from the other side of the great waters put on their 'horses.'
"Hello there!" he called out to the female when they looked to be within earshot. "I am Reflection. I come meaning no harm, only seeking companionship on this very droll day." he gave a smile he figured she might not be able to see.
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