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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 6:45 am
Her latest run in had ended poorly for the mare. She had hoped that perhaps the leather winged one might have hesitated before she attacked; she had hoped that she might have given theh flesh eater a spark of hope and inspiration. The abuse the kalona had taken in her herd had been obvious, the hurt that had surrounded the mare even more so; such hate and cruelty couldn't be entirely born in to the kalona race. . . .
Or so Kaiya liked to believe. If such a thing were true than outcasts wouldn't be witnessed; than dark affections, no matter ow cruel, could never be formed. There various levels of evil in the world, but Kaiya refused to believe that some out there were so unsavory that they could never, ever be touched by light. Certainly some would require more delicate work and a lot more time, but Kaiya held hope.
Though her time with the kalona mare had ended in blood shed, Kaiya wouldn't forget her face or her name, nor hold such violence against her. One born and raised in violence and hate could only be expected to know such a lifestyle; it would take work and Kaiya was stubborn. Their paths had crossed for a reason, and even if the kalona and she never met again, at least Kaiya knew her words had been heard. Perhaps not understood, perhaps unwanted, but someday maybe it would come back to the mares mind.
A little compassion went a long way as far as Kaiya understood. . . . And the hodge-podge mare could, at the very least, hope.
The mare snorted heavily, lowering her head to lip at a gash upon her right leg. She healed swifter than most, but she was no unicorn and it would take time. Ah, but time was something Kaiya feared she didn't have. . . Every day more darkness shadowed the land and reached out to engulf the frail hope of others. Some were so easily broken, so easy to turn. . . not everyone harbored Kaiya's own resolve.
Thankfully, the smell of blood often attracted predators.
Head lowered, limping through the underbrush, the mare's progress was stop and go. Water sounded good to her parched throat, but the land was unfamiliar to the mare. Evening was drawing close, the long shadows enveloping the golden, striped and blood stained mare. The hunters would soon be out on the prowl, and Kaiya could only hope she crossed their paths. . . .
Let the heavens use her as a tool. Let her cross the paths with those that were in need; physical wounds were nothing to the emotional and spirituual hurts that plagued others. It was for them that she worried, it was for them that she walked this world.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:45 pm
The coming night found him wandering as well, taking time away from the ever watchful gaze of his mother to do a thing or two of his own. While he was no longer a foal and her influence upon him had been great he knew that there was a time and place for strict obedience just as there was a time and place to be oneself. He may have been his mother's son, but he was much more than just a pawn in whatever game it was that she played. Although his thoughts on the world mirrored hers, he had a mind of his own and would create chaos on his own, not simply because it made her proud. He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head up to scent the wind. There was something out there; something wounded. The scent of blood sent a chill down his spine and he found himself grinning. While he did not crave it in ways that would satiate the hungers of his stomach he did revel in it, knowing that often enough bloodshed came from some sort of chaos; some sort of trouble. He liked being where trouble was... Opening his eyes he turned himself in the direction his senses were calling him to, gaze gleaming as he started to move.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:46 pm
The mare had lived long enough to keep her senses sharp. Despite the exhaustion and pain that wracked her body, despite the scent of her own blood overwhelming her nostrils the mare wasn't going to buckle. She wasn't going to get sloppy, especially when she wasn't at her peak performance. The blood she lost had made her weak and therefor an easy target.
If she were so lucky another soquili would seek her out. . .either to heal or, better yet, attempt to harm. Let the night come to her, let them think they stand a chance of causing her to fall.
No, even weaker than usual, Kaiya was a force to reckon with. She had been blessed with gifts and magics to keep foes such as skinwalkers and other fallen at bay. It wasn't something she used often but if she found herself in an extremely tight jam they at least were there to help. Oh, part of the mare understood that someday she'd meet her maker but that day wasn't going to be today.
Not if she could help it.
Ears pricking forward, the mare lifted her head as she caught the almost unheard footfalls. There was movement out there, subtle and quiet as it was, and Kaiya was no fool. Her muscles tensed and she found herself holding her breath, her duo-toned gaze burning hard in to the shadows around her. Someone was there but who she just couldn't know. . . .
It was no rabbit or small creature, certainly not, but that didn't mean she couldn't be prepared. Giving her neck a small twist, she tossed her blond and white hair out of her eyes, waiting patiently for the form to show his or herself. "You can come out freely, I know you're there. No need to be stealthy about it," she mused gently, entertained by the idea.
There was no fear in her words, no hesitation. Nothing but confidence and a gentility and warmth she offered every soul she passed. Other, more cruel creatures might find her to be some sort of fool but that was where they made a mistake. She was far from a fool. . . . She always had a plan.
A meeting with Strife was no different.
Her bandaged wings shifted lightly as she waited, doing her best ot read the shadows in hopes of catching sight of the one that wandered closer. Who had the spirits decided she was to meet today? A lost soul, a broken heart, an innocent foal? Oh the options she had. . . oh the possibilities.
Now if only they'd hurry and show themselves.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 9:37 pm
"What, pray tell... Is such a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all alone?" His voice was soft and dark, matching the mane that fell across his neck and along the side of his face until he gave his head a toss to situate it otherwise as he stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. His frame was built large and well-muscled and while there were no physical traits that marked him as one of the malicious breeds, there was something about him that wasn't quite right; something that could be seen gleaming like a fire in golden eyes.
"Losing so much blood can't be all that good for you... And letting it get all over your coat like that? Can't tell me that no one's ever warned you about the things that lurk in the woods at night." He smirked as he took a step closer to her now, the metal strapped onto his shoulder flashing briefly as he turned. "Did one of them do this to you, Dove?" Even briefer than the glint of metal was the look of compassion on his face as he questioned her, seeming almost mocking at that last second before it turned back into his smirk. "Shouldn't you have some sort of escort?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 4:03 pm
Kaiya took a moment to study the creature that fell in to moonlight. He was a large creature, wingless but powerful nonetheless. There was an aura about him she couldn't place, but something in his gaze seemed to tell her that he was indeed better suited for night. Something in her heart told her to be careful, but at the same rate, felt joy to meet such a creature. She was wounded already, yes, but that didn't mean she wasn't up for another round. A creature of light that was sent to save the damned needed to be physically strong else such a message wouldn't last long. Let the killers rip into her flesh, let them strike her down...
She was stronger than them in body, mind and spirit.
Just because she'd lost blood and limped didn't mean her inner fire suffered. In fact, Kaiya felt more alive than ever.
"I've been readily warned," she spoke gently, not at all perterbed by his words. As he stepped closer she stood her ground, her expression and body language unwavering. She didn't fear the creature even with the venom that dripped from his words, with the metal that clung to his shoulder. "creatures of the night, those lost in darkness are actually the ones I seek, those attracted to the scent of blood. I had hoped one might find me," she added with a small chuckle, shuffling her gold and white wings. "You certainly don't seem to disappoint." It was a compliment, albeit a bit generic. She had faced many that were damned and was always pleased to partake in their company.
Some were easy to figure out and understand, while others yet were a mystery and puzzle she had to take time to unravel. Strife was still so new she hadn't a clue as to what made him tick - but with time, a little fuss, a little fight, a little conversation she'd know him well enough all the same. Or so she could very well hope.
"No escort is needed, I'm afraid," she added with a rueful smile. Her bedraggled tail swished lightly behind her as she kept her gaze strictly upon Strife. He was as much a mystery to her as she was him, and he could strike at any given moment. Just because she walked in to the snakes den didn't mean she was entirely a fool. "I'm a grown mare after all. I do know how to look after myself, much as this bloodied coat may belie."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:50 am
"Lost in darkness? Is that what you believe creatures of the night are, pretty one?" His brow lofted slightly as he tilted his head, eyes remaining on her as best they could. "I certainly would not go around saying that they were lost, especially not when I am sure that they can see clearly what it is that they are doing, more so when it is something that they have been born to. It is in their blood..." He paused, smirk broadening slightly. "... Just as I'm sure hoping that one of them finds you is in yours."
He stepped back for a moment before shifting to move around her, intending to circle so that he could see every angle of the mare he'd come across, quite interested in trying to figure her out perhaps as much as she was in getting inside of him. "Why do you seek those who walk the path of darkness, Dove?"
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