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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:28 am
It had been quite some time since the young Kalona stallion had wandered through his father's land. Once he had grown into an adult and Valarauco deemed it the time, Kosomot had left these lands. Well, perhaps more like forced out. But he knew that eventually he would wind up back here sometime. It was only a matter of time.
He really had no qualms about being let to his own devices. Kosomot knew from the moment his father had started shaping him as a colt that in the end he would be thrust out into the world to make his own niche in society. But sometimes the memories of what was draw you back. And thats exactly what had happened. It was not weak to seek out some solace from the world. Much had confused him in the time he had been on his own. The views of other Kalona especially. Valarauco had a very strong view and prejudice against those who were not pure blood. And for Kosomot's sake at least he was. Though not like his father would ever couple with a lessor. No. The fire Kalona would rather die from leaping into a pit of spikes than ever sire half breeds.
As he made his way through the valley below the mountain where his father resided. The familiarity of the land came back to him quickly. This part of the land was also in his father's territory. Not just the mountains in which he lived. Valarauco's hunting grounds. And his father defended it well. Though sometimes Kosomot wondered why his father let others, kalonas mostly, wander through. And his father always told him best to not make enemies of those who are allies. But always make sure that you have your hooves planted firmly and make sure they know who was the boss in your own territory. If they could walk all over you, you weren't worth a grain of salt and might as well just lay down and die.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:35 am
Yes, it had been quite some time since Valarauco had seen his only son. Even more so his two daughters. But he figured if they never turned up again they had been wiped out. Weakness would not survive in this world. And really, he only cared more about Kosomot's well being. He was his only son after all. And doubted Zulimar would be up for a round two. Or even himself for that matter. Children were troublesome. And the slight doubt in the back of his mind about their survival lingered. But, if they had any will like he did. And if they had listened to his teachings when they were foals. Then they would be able to survive.
He had prepared them for this after all.
Blazing eyes watched the valley below as the stallion surveyed his lands. Nothing every really happened around here. Which was good, because Valarauco had more important things to do then to be running away trespassers. Or other Kalona who might think to try and steal his territory. And in a small sense he was glad he didn't have to be doing such things. It would of gotten tiresome after a while of doing it all the time.
Movement not too far off caught his eye as they squinted slightly. Trying to get a better view of just what was moving. Spotting the bright colored mane and dark blue body of the figure, a smirk came over his dark features. Razor sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight as he gave a snap of his spaded tail. Spreading his wings and jumping from his high cliff perch.
Well well, it seemed one had survived.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:40 am
Kosomot heard and smelt it before he saw. Always on the high alert, his senses were tuned to keep strict vigilance of his surroundings. His head snapped sky ward as he watched the dark, winged figure streak down the mountain side and head in his direction.
Moving into a slight more open position amongst the trees, he waited. Bright red eyes lidding into smaller slits. He had been spotted. Though he figured he would of anyway. And it hadn't taken that long either. Even for Valarauco's age he still had spectacular eye sight. Not that he was immensely old, but to the young stallion he was a lot older than him.
He prepared himself for whatever greeting his father choose to give to him. Whether it be a friendly greeting or not. Expect the unexpected.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:54 am
The large stallion soared effortlessly along the tree tops. Rising the wind as he glided across the sky. Giving his wings a few flaps every now and again to keep his altitude. Valarauco didn't often fly. But he was still a master at it none the less.
As he drew closer to where he had spotted Kosomot, he drew his wings back. Slowing himself down as he descended from up above. Landing was no problem either.
His tail snapped back and forth as heavy cloven hooves finally touched the ear. Wings flaring as he came face to face with the youngling. He bared his teeth. The spaded end of his tail flicking back and forth as a low growl rumbled up from deep within his chest. Eyes narrowed as he gave a few snaps of his teeth and proceeded to walk a half circle around his son.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:58 am
He had expected such a greeting. And his own eyes narrowed as his father soon stood in front of him.
Flaring out his own wings, Kosomot bared his own mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Tail snapping against the ground, kicking up dirt and whatever kind of foliage happened to be there. Grass, leaves. What have you. And as Valarauco started to move, he to moved. Making sure that his back faced away from the older stallion. Remembering that one thing that his father had told him.
Never turn your back on anyone.
Lowering his head, long fire colored mane draping across his shoulders and touching the ground. Kosomot prepared himself for whatever the other was planning to do. Muscles tensed as he waited and watched. His father could be a tricky one sometimes and all the possible outcomes ran through the young Kalona's head.
Was this just posturing? Or was his father really unhappy to see that he had returned? Well, only one way to find out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 3:19 pm
Stepping forward, Valarauco quickly shortened the space between them. His tail snapping forward barely missing smacking his son across the face. Wings still spread as he lunged forward, shoving his roughly with a shoulder and snapping his teeth at the side of the young one's face. Barely nipping him, but catching enough to give him quite a start.
After that, he backed off. Folding his wings tightly against his back. Eyes still narrowed slightly as he stared at his son. "So, I see that at least you have survived. Good. Then that means you listened well and put everything I taught you to use." He was satisfied in his fact. At least Kosomot hadn't run off and got himself killed.
"Why have you returned?" Valarauco figured his children, if they survived, would eventually start making random visits to him for various things. They were still young and really, he was their only family. Well, family that wouldn't kill them unlike their mother. Though he never mentioned Zulimar to Kosomot. If he hadn't stolen him away when he was born the crazed Kalona mare would have likely destroyed him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:23 am
The young Kalona jerked his head away as Valarauco snapped his teeth at his face. Not the most welcoming of greetings for sure. But yet again, he had expected it. His father wasn't the mushy 'Oh my god I haven't seen you in forever how are you doing!?' kind of sorts. Which in all honesty he was thankful for.
Kosomot grimaced slightly at the first thing his father said to him. At least he survived. Had he not expected him to? He had listened and he had put what his father taught him to use. So why be so surprised when he returned? Maybe it was something that was suppose to show his father that at least he could survive in the world without him. Who knew. "Yes, I have survived. As for my sisters, well. I wouldn't know."
Folding his own wings against his back, he settled down a bit. The violent display had made his blood boil just a bit. Adrenaline rushing through his veins as he kept himself on guard. But even know he had to be on guard. One wrong move or one wrong word spoken could have him ending up with his throat ripped out. "To visit. Catch up on what has been going on. Is that too much to ask, father?" His eyes narrowed again. At least the older Kalona could give him that much.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:53 am
Looking at his son, Valarauco quirked an eyebrow before it quickly lowered. His daughters had quickly run off on their own as soon as they were grown. Didn't matter really. If they survived they survived. If not well--it was no skin off his teeth. "Who would know?" He retorted. The firey Kalona rarely kept ties with his own children. Never seeking them out. If they wanted to speak to him they could come to him.
He gave a snort. A flick of his tail and a small shake of his head. "Visits. Bah. Why would you wish to bother me with your little visits? I have other things to attend to than your childish attachments and whims." His tail hit the ground, sending up a small puff of dust into the air. "And to answer your query of what has been going on before you even ask it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Day in, day out. Same s**t, different day. So I don't even know why you bothered."
Apparently it was too much to ask. Nothing ever seemed to change. No matter what plots or plans Valarauco had, they never took off. Planning things by yourself was never an easy task. He had thought he found a partner in crime in Zulimar, but it just didn't seem to be. No. Their ideals were too different.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:52 am
As the harsh words flew, Kosomot stood there. Letting his father ramble on. It really was all he could do at the moment. There were no places for interjection.
He stretched his neck slightly. A few pops as the vertebrae snapped and he let out a small sigh. Flicking his own spaded tail. "Because your family. The only family I know. I guess I expected too much from you, father. To actually think you might care about us enough to put aside all your problems and help us with our own."
A small snort of his own came. "Then why not do something to change it? There has to be something you can do besides just you standing around waiting for something to happen."
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