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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 1:10 pm
Moving through the dark of the forest, Aveshar licked the remnants of his meal from his muzzle, his steps nearly silent. The hunt had been succesful, if not invigorating. Another little bunny, never to go home again. A mocking smile curled across his lips briefly.
Tail carelessly flicking with each step, he flared his wings and folded them once again. The movements were akin to figeting, signifying his inner restlessness. Boredom laced his muscles with excess energy, spurring him into a graceful canter. He tossed his head and leapt into motion, mane whipping around him like ghost-lights and shadow. The need to move, to hunt and fight boiled through him, spurring him to greater speeds. With a snarl like thunder he moved through the trees, hunting.
Come out, come out, wherever you are... The Dark Song chanted under his breath as he moved through the lands like a shadow, strides rhythmic thunder.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:51 am
 Seresai had had enough of the world. Cantering gracefully across the open grasslands, with her wings half unfurled and belled to allow her a measure of lift and airiness to her stride, she took in the dying light of the sun and reflected it back with her sweat glistened coat. Lessons with Toujours were over for the time being, and all that she had left was a final test of strength with her father and his former protege Blais. Ironically, of the two she feared the burly paint stallion far more then her father. Crousader she had a firm grasp of, and he was even predictable at times. But not Blais. Blais had been an enigma throughout her young life as an entity to both fear and respect, yet in some fashion emulate without fully knowing what made him tick. The situation occasionally frustrated her, and as was her fashion, she took to the skies for the cathartic value of pure exercise. Today was no different, and though she steered clear of the dense woodlands, that aversion did not keep her from the outskirts where she occasionally dipped into the trees to jump a fallen log or dense shrub. The activity required thought and precision and allowed her some peace of mind as she had begun to dwell on her dark mentor's parting advice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:06 pm
The scent of one he had met before hit his nostrils as he boiled through the dieing light like a flood of shadow, snapping his ears forward even as his glowing gaze narrowed. He altered his course with a simple twist, never breaking stride as he wound around and over fallen tree-trunks, brush, narrow creeks and tumbled rocks.
Nothing slowed him, if anything, the scent only spurred him on. A glimmer of white danced in and out of the edge of the woods, stirring him to smile. "Greetings again, Seresai..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:31 pm
Her senses heightened to the uppermost limit, Seresai felt the presence of the black Kalona long before she heard or scented him...
But the warning wasn't soon enough to waylay the sudden chill that sent a thin river of goosebumps along her spine. She HATED his voice, more then anything else in the world. What is was about it, she honestly couldn't say... but she was certain it had something to do with the ingenious play at friendship...
Since she was quite convinced he was a bloodthirsty serial killer.
Well, whatever the case she couldn't avoid him, and in her current state, she doubted she'd be able to run from him for long. Though he might be ornery enough not to chase her....
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 3:27 pm
Her silence and refusal to acknowledge him did nothing to dissuade him from the chase. Rather it spurred him to match his pace to her's, a shadow to all her silken whiteness. If there was a softness in him, it would have been quite attatched to Seresai... As it was his black heart enjoyed the torment of her nearness. He was possessive by nature, and instincts he kept carefully hidden clamored for him to pull the white mare futher into his sphere of influence.
"Surely you are not going to be so rude as to completely ignore me, Sweet Seres." He admonished with silken amusement, a smile curling at his mouth. A hint of fang flashed. "From whom do you run, Pet?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 3:48 pm
To respond would have meant sacrificing air that her lungs sorely needed to keep her legs moving. Yet to not respond would wound her in a far different manner, as she was a proud wind mare with a heritage that positively sang the song of war. Her sire was a lord of the battlefield, indestructible in her eyes, and she would be DAMNED before some black hearted b*****d child of hell would force her to sully that proud lineage.
Yes, she was rude enough not to respond... he didn't deserve her respect...
But her pride would force her to.
"Running from?" She called back, schooling her tone so as not to portray breathlessness. "One should instead ask why you are exercising with me Aveshar, as I do not run from anyone."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:04 pm
"I would beg to differ, but I never beg..." He rejoined with a confident smirk. The expression lighting his eyes brightened, almost as if he could hear her uncomplimentary thoughts about him. My, my, she was sharp today.
"You flee from me often, it would seem... And yet we keep running into each other..." He flicked his tail, stepping up his speed just enough to draw slightly ahead of her, a silent challenge. "Poor Seres... Always running, and yet denying it... It must get exhausting after awhile..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:21 pm
Damn he would be hard to shake today.
She could feel that her strength was faltering... and as it stood she was unable to answer that silent challenge and pull ahead of him. Damn him again and again, this meant she would have to stop.
And damn him for pushing her buttons so well.
Well, deny deny deny...
"More's the pity, as begging would probably suite you." She replied, stopping abruptly and flaring out her wings in a spirited half rear. Damn the black menace, and let him come!
"And sadly my morning run has drawn to a close, you are welcome to continue Aveshar, but honestly you don't appear to need the exercise."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:49 pm
It was a simple thing to slow slightly as she did, matching his smooth strides to her laboring ones. She stopped sharper than he would have imagined, but he hid his surprise, pirouetting to return to her. Ducking off so fast, was she?
"Ah yes... You should run back to your ever-protective sire..." He made a snort of contempt. "And any weak-willed stallion you have skulking around... The run was most pleasant Seresai, I look forward to its reoccurrence..."
He tilted his head, smirking as his eyes gleamed. "Unless of course you are too scared to return here and run again..."
An easy taunt, he loved needling her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 5:02 pm
"I have no need of my father's protection or that of any unsuitable suitors he may have lined up." She snapped, pawing the innocent meadow turf in a feminine show of pent up aggression. Really, she ought to just charge him and be done with this...
And dammit she was NOT afraid of him!
"As I am not overly fond of your company... which has little to do with fear and more to do with your emotionally repressed personality... I see no reason to frequent this spot again."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:30 am
"Unsuitable suitors?" He echoed with a sudden air of sympathy. He moved to her side once again, daring to nose her shoulder in false sympathy, his voice low and sweet. "Ahh poor Seres... So spirited, and yet your sire coddles you... Shoving useless, worthless stallions your way... Should I have a talk with him, or some of your 'friends'?"
He laughed softly. "I assure you, it would be no trouble... And as for the reason you dislike my company, I am not 'emotionally repressed' in the least... I am fully prepared to tell you I find you quite fetching..."
He nipped at her mane and danced out of range, not caring if she sought retribution... "As I am prepared to tell you, I find many mares thus."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:19 pm
"Snake." she murmured savagely, her bright blue eyes flashing dangerously, though once again she held herself back from attacking him. He really wasn't worth the effort, and in a few moments she would taking to the air anyway. Her stamina was good, and she hadn't trained all of these long years to end up with a slow recovery time. This short conversation had allowed for more then enough opportunity to regain her wind.
Indeed, someday she would take this arrogant stallion down, but not today. Not when she still had much to learn of fighting an opponent much larger then herself.
"My sire would crush your bones Aveshar, but I think you know that." She snapped.
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