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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:05 am
[[Private Roleplay between Outbreak's "Khresmoi" and Paramekia Darkheart's "Cyn Generis". Please do not post without permission.]] 
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:35 am
The Islagiatt had lived in peace for at least three years following the defeat of Kiyoshi. The threat to their territory had all but subsided and the whispers that encroached on his ears were softer. The voices no longer brought news of death and destruction, they no longer sought to alert him to the injustice and suffering that many had been subjected to. Ah yes, as the twins had struck a mighty blow against their own Grandfather they had all but eased the woes of at least the creatures within those territories. The Angeni had known instantly off their success when those angry hisses fell silent and in their place was a soft lull of appreciation. Ever since his awakening he had not been permitted to relax or simply to savour the quieter things in life.
On the contrary as he had opened his eyes (sort of), he had immediately been overwhelmed by the infuriated voices of the spirits. Their immediate complaints hadn't been in direct relation to the Islagiatt worst foe. Instead they had been in relation to a number of issues. Apparently as he had slept and turned his back on the world it had changed considerably and as it had changed the lines between good and evil had all but been shattered. As the older generations (including himself) had left the Kawani lands, they had made all the younger generations vulnerable and open to far too much suggestion. Lessons of honour, justice and mercy would rarely enter their vocabulary and only a handful would possess each...
The Angeni had even been made aware of the alarming 'shift' in the behaviour of many species. Wind Soquili were no longer the guardians of their land based cousins and looked down upon them as weak. Unicorns turned their backs on others and refrained from offering the aid only they could provide - and as for his own race. To say that Cyn Generis was sickened by the news that the majority of the Angeni existed in this world to corrupt and destroy - it was an understatement. He had always been proud of what he stood for, had lived his life in the service of others - to protect, support and guide them.
Murder, torture and sadism were not what his kind were born for...
The news had pressed heavily on the stallion's shoulders and had made his heart heavy. The generations of old had fought and worked hard to maintain the peace and tranquility of the Soquili lands. To find that as they had slept it had been destroyed pained him more than any could understand. Even as the rest of the Islagiatt enjoyed the peace upon the slopes, this did not necessarily mean that the Seer could be permitted the same graces. After all when he had woken up the spirits had turned to him and expressed their fury - while he loathed the cruel paths they had often made him walk down following his 'mistake', he understood that he was honour bound to aid them.
For the benefit of all those Soquili who were vulnerable and suseptible to attack from all sides, he had chosen to undertake the task he had been given. As a consequence there was no time for him to rest and upon the assurance that the Islagiatt lands were safe he had taken his leave and wandered into the depths of the Kawani lands. Guided only by the whispers of both the spirits and his spiders he sought out but one thing...
Those who were willing to listen and to learn the ways of those that had been lost many generations ago.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:10 am
Khresmoi had taken to a wandering lifestyle - settling seemed like such a silly idea at this time, when there were so many things in this wide world to learn about, explore and consider. He had nothing to hold him place, but family, which he visited often. He loved them too much to not visit as often as possible, especially his darling mother.
The young stallion whickered lightly as he stepped around a bend of trees, shaking his mane out and flicking his tail, before pausing to consider the view before him. He was not sure what to think of the path in front of him, leading into the thicker woods and into darker lands... Perhaps it would be worth the risk, to step into the shadows and see what there could be in the heavier lands..
One hoof pawed at the ground, and Khresmoi sighed slowly, before moving to step forward, why not? He flicked his ears in amusement now, stepping onwards carefully as he considered the risks and options of this walkway. Where would it lead? Would he be whisked away on some strange and awkward adventure to new knowledge and smarts, or would this be his last walk of all, leaving him to his end at the hands or paws of anything that should wish to toy with him. Or, he finalized with a huff of amusement, nothing could happen at all. He could simply walk and walk until he decided to make his way home...
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 12:18 pm
Walking in a straight line was something the blind stallion often chose to do. Selecting a random diretion upon waking up, he would continue to walk this way until he was stopped or fell asleep. The concept was both endless and simplistic, but often ensured that regardless of his choices...he always ran in to someone. The meetings were not always enjoyable, but on occasions he was pleasantly surprised and savoured the opportunity to teach and guide those who might listen. Alas, lately the number of those with willing ears had slimmed considerably and the most he ever really received was idle chit chat. He may not have excelled at that, but he could feign a lack of intelligence for long enough to entertain the individual.
Nevertheless, regardless of what requests he might make for company it was the spirits who ultimately decided if he would be blessed with it. On occasions he was not granted this desire and wandered aimlessly for a full day. On others he was constantly interrupted - today, the hair upon the back of his neck rose considerably and alerted him to the fact that he would not be permitted to wander alone for long. Whether it be friend or foe, primal instinct informed him that shortly he would encounter another that might liven up his date.
When that encounter would occur would remain unknown though.
Therefore the Angeni had little choice other than to continue on his wanderings, shifting ever so slightly at the touch of the sun's rays upon his fur. The heat licked at his sides and caused his flanks to quiver, for now it was a comfort but he knew that by noon he would be decidedly less comfortable. There were no more options, no decisions to make - as far as the Angeni was concerned his best option was to walk straight and...wait.
If he was to gain company, it would come to him. After all, it was impossible for him to spot them and move towards his quarry.
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