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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:02 pm
Fachtna as usual was enjoying his blatant solitude, and as he lingered in the darkest of forests he could find, his mind was searching for something to destroy. Lately he wasn't eating because he was necessarily hungry, but the abundance of life around him was annoying his deathly senses. Summer was bringing all sorts of creatures and families amok, and the stallion found a sense of duty in destroying whatever he could. Just the other day he happened to attach a grouping of children, and as he dragged one of the boys away from his siblings, he felt a complete sense of accomplishment and pleasure in the screams and cries that followed after.
Today didn't seem to hold the same cheer as earlier in the week, so Fachtna found himself pacing throughout the tree's shadows. The forest itself held a different silence then usual, and only one thought occurred to such a specific detail. Maybe he wasn't alone, and if there was any other sort of company that could bring silence to the land, then it most definitely had to be another Kalona.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:19 pm
There was something out there that shouldn't have been.
The rogue stallion lifted his head slowly with flicking ears, secluded within the shadows this meager forest sought to provide. Though he couldn't see this stranger, he could smell him, and a low, undulating rasp of displeasure unknowingly began to build within his bulky chest. More of them? It'd been that damn, wretched child of Malice at first--he'd made sure to hand her smart a** back to her in spades before letting her flee with only scrapes and bruises to remind her to keep her mouth shut around her elders. His spaded tail lashed out at the thought, ripping through scraggly underbrush while he snorted heatedly. At least he'd controlled his temper; he'd thought about tearing her throat out for her insolence. Well, at least until he'd found out she was family.
Like a panther, the Kalona stalked through the trees with menace, thoughts of protecting his territory as well as getting out some of his frustration fresh on his mind. His glittering hide stung a little, encrusted with blood from the superficial wounds that damn mare had given him. It pissed him off to think she'd just been playing around--at least until he'd planted one of his hooves into her chest. Theia, she'd called herself. And that made him her uncle. Sanguine eyes flickered as the crimson beast caught his eye. Kalona. Male. Regarding the stallion through thin slits, Nemesis wordlessly lurched forth into the open, a monster in both proportion and personality. Strange... this one reminded him of his father. But it couldn't be.
Blackened lips curled back in an expression of distaste before a growl pushed from the beast, "Wandering where you aren't wanted is the quickest way to get killed."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:45 pm
At being spotted, Fachtna held no sign of surprise or discomfort. He only lazily turned his head, allowing his purple eyes to witness the other stallion in view. Heh, shiny. He kept himself silent of course, since ridiculing the other stallion or any for that matter was not his style. That was the sort of thing his sisters would probably do, and for him it was rather boring, since words held no true power in comparison to his brute strength. So, despite the threat of another Kalona being so close to him, Fachtna only turned his body so that he was facing him more properly. "Oh?"
That was all he said at first, and he scrunched his mouth together as if struggling to allow more words to come out. "I've been unwanted many times and I'm still alive." And truthfully, that was a fact. Now that he thought about it, he was rather good at surviving the strangest of scenarios. Maybe he was just good at surviving.
But the stallion in front of him was odd. Fachtna had always been taught to approach most Kalonas as allies, since they had to stick together or something like that. And this black stallion was looking to fight it seemed, to punish because of territorial reasons. "I wonder if I am really unwanted, and if I am of the enemy type for your kind." A lazy shrug then left the stallions shoulders, and he darted his eyes elsewhere to the sound of a bush wiggling. When he was satisfied that it was nothing, he rolled his eyes back into position, and only said, "False alarm."
At this point Fachtna's body position stood rather lazily compared to the stallion, and it was Fachtna's way of acting hardly intimidated. The only reason he wasn't intimidating back, was because he was following his taught precautions. 'Treat other Kalona with respect until its obvious they don't need it'.... Oh his mother was wise. But if violence came from the other Kalona, that was enough justification to fight back and enjoy himself.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:17 pm
He stood silent under the scrutiny, a surly arch to his neck and a muddled gleam to his eyes. This one was young yet, though his dismissive nonchalance sat poorly with the stallion. He noted the way the crimson-other had to struggle with his words, as though unused to using his tongue for long periods of time. A similarity, then; unfortunately not enough of one to grant him any sort of well-being towards the younger. "Unwanted by whom? Lessers? Small, shrieking bits of prey that could hardly hope to fend you off, even if they tried?" A rumble pulsed low in his chest, escaping past his jaws in the form of a scornful rasp.
"That depends." Nemesis grated after a moment, his gaze furrowed wondering if this kid was just pissing him off or making him curious. "You think just because you're a Kalona makes you something special? You could be as damned useless as any halfbreed." He said bluntly, watching as the other was distracted by a rustling bush. Jumpy, wasn't he? Or just simply alert. No matter. "I've jus got no interest in dealing with you, Kalona or not."
The stallion shifted his position for a moment, feeling his hide stretch painfully from the lacerations left by that wench of a mare. "Don't get it in your head that you're worthy enough to be an enemy. You're just an intruder that picked a bad time to throw his weight around. If you're with diluted blood, I'll kill you." His eyes flickered to-and-fro across the other's body, still distracted by that blatant red color though his words were firm. Though wounded, Nemesis wouldn't hesitate to lash out if this kid decided to goad him. Hell, he wouldn't even call them wounds--love nibbles, if he'd been the sort to believe in love. Or nibbles.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:14 pm
Rather then being upset by the others disgusting words, Fachtna allowed the stallion to finish everything he wanted to say. To hear anyone speak about lessers as if they existed... such was very foreign to Fachtna's ears. He had a different approach to acknowledging their presence, and they were only seen as food and playtime. So to hear someone else acknowledge him as a lesser was somewhat irritating. That meant he was as good as food! But such was fist impressions?
"Yeah, your an idiot if you think I'm a lesser. If only my parents would hear that nonsense..." His eyebrows were more furrowed now, and he realized their pride was at stake with each of the stallion's selfish words. "I come from a proud family, and I bear no nonsense you speak of." If the dark stallion really wanted to ignore Fachtna's true colors, then so be it. Fachtna would happily demonstrate his true Kalona specialties if needed, but a part of him felt persuaded to try and reason with this stallion more. It wasn't time to get hurt just yet.
"I'm no intruder, either. I've been wandering these parts for months since there is an abundance of deer here. Its probably just a coincidence that you and I ran into each other. The same thing happened with my grandfather who I had yet to meet." His grandfather was much more pleasant then this encounter, and was rather impressed with Fachtna's stomach as well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:45 am
Lessers were a constant curse, a scar branded on the face of these lands. Instead of healing properly, it had become infected, and its taint spread to cripple even the strongest and proudest inhabitants. Namely, Kalona. It was good to see the other's shell crack open a little, watch the restrained rage that seeped through to muddle that lazy tongue of his. Nemesis only snorted as though in disbelief, bunching his powerful shoulders before he lifted his head high.
"Keep wagging your tongue. Maybe you'll convince me." He sneered, cocking an ear at the mention of the other's family. "Still running back to mother and father? Aren't you a stallion yet? You don't need them--stand on your own four hooves and demand the respect you should rightfully deserve as a Kalona. You have no excuses." Now that was pathetic.
Grandfather... Around these parts? Now Nemesis had reared his head up, taking in the other with a smoldering, narrowed gaze. "Rotschreck." The word was a snarl, meaningless. Unless, of course, this one had ran into who Nemesis thought he'd ran into.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:01 pm
... How did this random Kalona know that name? A name that was branded carefully into Fachtna's brain and memories. He instinctively stared at the other stallion, and tried to consider the possibilities of why anyone else might know of Rotscheck. Was this Kalona an enemy to him? A friend? A relative? As Fachtna shook his man off of his neck, he felt some sweat develop on his forehead. Seriously, what was going on? Fachtna was most definitely a horrible problem solver.
But either way, he decided to come forth with his own truths to the situation. "Rotscheck is my grandfather..." A urge to pace back and forth was held back from the stallion, and instead he only lowered his head a bit, since a defensive position was the smartest option in case a fight was necessary. No enemy of Rot was allowed to live or breath in his eyes. "How do you know of him?"
When Fachtna evaluated the other stallion carefully, something felt familiar. There was something about his pride and composure, and his dark features were rather familiar to the young stallion. If this really was a relative of his, he had no problem accepting him and aiding him in whatever he needed. The other Kalona had proved his intelligence and dominance, and that was something their family always perfected in comparison to other Kalonas. "I am Fachtna, son of Malice, who is the daughter of Rot." He paused then, and gritted his teeth in wonderment. He was ready for anything he supposed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 9:56 am
That confirmed his suspicions, then. With a low, rumbling hough, the tension reluctantly seemed to fade from the massive stallion, and he no longer eyed the other so sourly. Remarkable how he didn't seem to resemble either his mother or father--except maybe the dulled, faintly glittering red on his hooves. "Another one of Malice's... You have a sister?" She'd been a striking mix of both her parents, and surprisingly, Maeryn. Strange to think these two differed so drastically in personality.
"I am his son." Nemesis lifted his head, feeling an undeniable surge of pride at being able to claim such a thing. "One of many, but also one of the first." Now that he was no longer looking so critically at the other, he could indeed pick out his strengths; he was almost as large as Nemesis himself--something that the older male approved of heartily. Not only that, but clever, slippery phrases seemed to elude him. He didn't hesitate to say what he meant.
Fachtna, hm? A good name. "I am Nemesis." He growled, shifting a little so his once-looming presence could fade into something more amicable. "So you're finally able to wander out from your parents' wings. I haven't seen your mother in some time...." Yes, he'd likely need to go and offer his gruff version of congratulations for managing to raise children without slaughtering them--he didn't know if he'd handle it so well.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:12 pm
Oh my, this was and interesting meeting. Losing his scary expression, Fachtna was now addressing the other stallion as if he was a student. Nemesis was clearly his elder, and he was totally awestruck with the fact that he was speaking to his uncle. Besides meeting Rot, he had never met any other true males of Malice's family. And now he was faced with one who was totally impressive. Damn. "It is an honor to meet you, Nemesis." he paused then, and lowered his head respectively.
"I actually have two sisters, Theia and Mace.." Yes, he was the lone brother in that situation. But somehow he had survived two very strong females. "Truthfully, I haven't seen my mother in ages either. She took me personally under her wing for awhile once I had grown, but then told me to find others from the family." And such, Fachtna was lucky enough to meet Nemesis and Rot so far. But he always wondered why she wanted him to meet her side of the family so badly.
"I've only heard rumors, but I believe my father is disliked? My mother has hinted at it, and my grandfather as well. But I suppose Rot and Maeryn's blood is strong, since I happened to come out as red as I am." Plus his sisters looked incredibly similar to his mother. So all and all, they were an interesting combination of blood. Fachtna was just now truly learning about his roots, and day by day he was starting to understand how important family was.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 3:33 pm
He watched the visible change that came over the younger stallion, surprised by how awkward it made him feel. His bloodline alone demanded respect, this was true--but Fachtna was a part of the family. Respect for elders, of course, was important; his thoughts flickered back to that damned imp of a mare that was his niece. But he was no elder, at least not yet. Though he had more experience, he would view the younger stallion as an equal, gruffly nodding an assent to the respectful words. "Likewise." Despite the fact he'd threatened the boy earlier.
"Met one of them already." His nostrils flared in a disgruntled snort, and the stallion idly twisted his neck to gesture at his scrapes. "Feisty." That was his version of being polite. An ear perked when the other admitted not seeing his mother for a while, and the stallion rumbled low in wordless thought. Probably to encourage their influences to rub off on him and his siblings, hm? Nemesis would have done exactly the same thing.
He was silent for a while when Fachtna brought up his father, lips slowly curling backward in a cruel, mirthless grin. "That's putting it mildly... Yes. Your father does not hold good relations with our herd. But," Nemesis grunted, reluctantly arching his neck, "He is your father, and I'll refrain from slandering him in your presence." Toku had insulted his pride and had been too brash when confronting both his mother and father... but clearly his genes hadn't affected his children too much. "Your true blood shows through--you're the splitting image of your grandfather."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:40 am
From the description of feisty, Facthna could only guess, "Theia? Is that the one you've met?" Mace and Theia were actually much different then they seemed, and feisty was a word that Fachtna would use to describe that specific sister. Mace a bit more aggressive, and less feisty. "I haven't seen my sister in some time, so I'm interested to hear how she is doing in adulthood." He wondered, would she get along with her family members? Well, if she was smart she would. And he hoped she chose the smarter task.
He listened quietly and clearly understood the conflict of his father, though was glad to hear that would not be the subject of their conversation. There was more to talk about between the two of them, and a father was something already set in stone. "Well, I can only hope that things can get better from here on out." What else could Fachtna say? He could not speak for his father, nor did he ever want to. His father would have to deal with things on his own.
"You look so much like Rot as well." Even though Nemesis carried his mother's color, Rot's shine definitely blazed through. It really was an amazing blend of characteristics. "I am hoping to also meet your mother and my grandmother soon. I want to see where my mother comes from." Since.. his mother was definitely inspiring. "I'm sure meeting Theia was interesting, she looks almost identical to our mother." And his sister of course.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 1:17 pm
The dark stallion offered a rueful nod at the name, finding it matched reluctantly with the call she'd cast over her shoulder before taking to the skies. "Brown mare. Hide glittered some. Long, red and black mane that I can only assume she got from my mother." Pity that poor fool if she ever happened to cross Maeryn as boldly as she had with him. "We surprised one another." He snorted scornfully, slightly reluctant to admit that she'd called off her damnable taunting once she realized they shared blood.
"It's not likely. If there's one thing we all share in common, it's our pride. But we shall see." His wings rustled faintly as he listened to the compliment, too seasoned to arch his neck with pride at the comparison. Nevertheless, it pleased him, and a low note rumbled in his chest as he mused. So this was the next generation--though he'd only met two of the three so far, his expectations had been satisfied and more. They would carry on the family name with pride, regardless of whom their father had been.
"Maeryn has wanted to see her grandchildren for quite some time." Nemesis affirmed with a grunt, nodding. "You'll need to seek her out soon--you don't want to make her come find you." That wouldn't bode well for anyone. When Fachtna brought up his sister again, he chuckled nastily to himself. "That's one way of putting it... She'd be a damned fool if she didn't realize how quick she was. I would have torn her throat out if I'd gotten the chance... But that was before I realized who she was, of course." Lucky for her, the pesky little fly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 3:59 pm
For some reason him and his grandmother never crossed paths, and it made it very hard for Fachtna to properly meet her. He had met quite a few in the family, but sadly he was lacking in some. "I'll admit, I am very eager to meet Maeryn. I have always been very close with my mother, and I have tried hard to oblige and commit myself to the strength she carries. So I can imagine that you too carry that strength from you're mother. And from meeting Rot, I know that Maeryn carries a fire that has tremendously effected this family as a whole. And I finally want to see it for myself." And he would, he knew it would happen.
A light ear twitch occurred as Fachtna overheard some interesting details. So, did Nemesis and his sister battle and fight? Or was he only using the violent terms as a reference of talking and stating what could have happened? "Was there some fighting between you and Theia?" he then asked, rather bluntly. He wasn't the type to be spectacular with words and speaking, and in most cases he was too stubborn and impatient when approaching issues. "I find myself curious as to why the fighting started. I mean, my sister enjoys fighting but man, there are some fights one shouldn't start."
A part of him wondered too if Nemesis had started the fight himself, though that information would be declared in whatever his uncle would respond back with.
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