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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:59 pm
Just as she was about to strike, the deer noticed her white figure and took off running. Her meal wouldn't get away that easily. The young unikalona took off at a dead run after the young deer who desperately tried to keep away from her. No, she wouldn't let it get away. As it ran through bushes, she jumped over them. It wouldn't be much of a fight once she caught the deer, but at least it was a meal to satisfy the kalona in her.
Suddenly, something bigger and better caught the white and crimson mare's eye. A thick, black creature with wings that matched her own. Had she not run far enough? Had he come back to get her and cause more pain to the young mare? She watched the creature's movements closely. It seemed as though he hadn't noticed her yet. Slowly, she drew closer, but stayed at a far enough distance to make sure he didn't see her or if he did she could make a run for it if it was him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:13 pm
And the Blood shall sing to the Blood, the blood, the blood... Aveshar ignored the words of the one who was lost, swallowing the last bite of the rabbit he'd surprised. True enough he hadn't been hungry, but an easy meal was an easy meal, and Aveshar was nothing if not an opportunist. Licking the blood from his muzzle he lifted his head, ignoring the bloodied patch of grass at his hooves in favor of the wind.
What was that? Black ears flicked in the direction, mere moments before his head turned, moonlight gilding his horns. A terrified fawn came crashing though the underbrush, weaving wildly to avoid him. Aveshar remained still, considering the fleeting thing with a snort of amusement and a mirth-filled burning gaze. The creature probably thought whatever hunted it had herded it into an ambush.
He scented the wind again, glancing back to where his meal had lain, then back to the trees and brush where the fawn had leapt from. Something -or rather, someone- was in there, watching him. He shifted slightly, ears flicking back and forth. The wind was not being helpful, the thick scent of the forest pressing in... Was that a flash of white?
"Greetings." He rumbled at last. "Traveler of the Night... Your meal went that way, if you seek it.."
He gestured with an indigo-shimmering wing.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 6:44 pm
Morana's jaw clenched as the fawn ran past the stallion she was watching. It gave away her position. She stood still for a moment, watching the stallion closely. No, it wasn't the stallion that she thought he was. There was no blood stain on his fur, other than at his mouth and his fur wasn't pure black like her father's. He was not her father.
With now knowing that her father wasn't in the lands, she took this opportunity to meet another kalona. Her ears flicked forward as he spoke. Instead of keeping hidden, she came into the view of the stallion. Pupiless eyes glanced down at the rabbit at the stallion's hooves. Easy pickings, but a meal nonetheless.
Her tattered wings folded to her sides while she assumed a relaxed position. She lashed her tail as she nodded her head in a greeting to the stallion. Hide! Get away from this stallion. He could kill you. Her ear twitched slightly as if to flick the annoying voice out of her head. The unicorn side of her was afraid of the large kalona stallion in front of her. "I noticed," Morana said simply, continuing to examine the stallion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:56 pm
The Dark Fayth considered the young mare, ears flicking forward, then back. The scent of -fear?- tainted the breeze that carried her scent to him, making his nostrils flare as he stepped forward. A faint smile curled on his muzzle at the sight of her stepping from the treeline, silver eyes considering the blood painted mare.
He watched her consider the remains of his snack, tail lashing lazily back and forth. The muscles in his back twitched as he fanned his wings and foldded them, head tilting slightly. He considered her wordlessly as she watched him, silver eyes noting her blank gaze that was as seeing as his own.
"I imagine you would..." He murmured at last. "Little success hunting? Does your stallion not hunt for you, Dainty One?"
Granted, his pets were not the sort to require his hunting for them, but the twisted soul still had gentlemanly tendencies... Even though they were always distorted in the end, they were there. Stallions gifted their mares with trinkets or meals, depending on the mare, and this one seemed she needed someone to look after her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 8:05 pm
She stood her ground as he stepped towards her and snorted softly when she noticed the sides of the stallion's mouth curl up slightly. Yes, she was a bit smaller than the average kalona mare, but she didn't like to be treated as such. Her ears flicked back for a moment as a bit of a warning sign for him not to take another step towards her. Morana kept her eyes on the stallion to make sure he didn't try attacking. He was larger than her, but that simply meant that he would fall harder.
When he spoke, her ears immediately flicked towards him to catch every word that escaped his lips. Dainty One? Was she supposed to take that as an insult? Her ears flicked back once again as her eyes followed his movements closely. "I have no stallion... and I can care for myself," Morana said simply to the older stallion. She had left her father's side recently and found that she could care for herself just fine without him around. Life was actually better without her cold-hearted father around.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 5:43 pm
He had to applaud her bravery -foolish and misguided as it was-, for even as he drew slightly nearer she did not back down. Which intrigued him, in many ways. The warning pin of her ears had him hesitating, one hoof still in mid-air, and smiling as he completed the step, just to be contrary. That too was part of his nature.
He watched her as she caught his words, then reacted to them.
"It was no insult, merely truth." He rumbled in reply to her unspoken reaction. "And you should have one to tend you, even if you do not need him."
One wing flared, then refolded in a shrug. "It is simply wise. Without, any Kalona stallion who wished it could stumble aross you and decide to make you his own. And then what, Dainty One? I somehow doubt you are the type to enjoy being owned."
He smiled charmingly. "Just a guess."
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 10:12 am
Morana's eyes narrowed on the stallion before she lifted her head slightly. She didn't need a stallion keeping an eye on her. "I can care for myself and I will not become some other stallion's." Her pupiless eyes watched the stallion's movements closely. What was he implying? She stood her ground, looking up at the dark stallion's eyes. They almost reminded her of her father's eyes. Her upper lip curled up over her sharp teeth in a snarl when she noticed his charming smile. A part of her told her to run, the other told her to not back down. The side telling her to leave was losing this battle. Her hooves stuck to the ground like glue and she did not budge even slightly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 1:09 pm
Again, brave, but foolish. So it must be a constant state for this female, how interesting. Not that he expected anything of Kalona blood and birth to be a shrinking coward, but he had seen his fair share. It made him disgusted to think how his race was sinking, breeding with unicorns and flutters and other such nonsense.
Well, his little pet was a child of such a union, but at least she still had her proper hunting instincts... She was Kalona in spirit. And so was this one.. His eyes drifted up to the mare's horn, wondering. Was she too of the kind where they turned a Unicorn's power to taint? An interesting creature.
"I believe the first, though I find myself rather skeptical on the second count..." He shrugged faintly. "But then, that is neither here or there... Do you have a name, Dainty One, or would you rather be stuck with the nickname I have given you?"
Obviously he reminded her of someone, though it was not someone she was fond of. He lifted his head faintly and pinned his ears for a moment, irritation narrowing his eyes before they snapped open widely once more, silver glow fixed on her. She was Dainty, but a pretty thing.. All drenched in blood and sassy despite everything.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 6:07 pm
She was the result of what this stallion thought of as his race shrinking. The little mare was the offspring of a kalona and unicorn. Her mind filled with thoughts that contradicted each other and she often found that she argued with herself. One moment she was happy, another moment she was angry. At times she wanted to cuddle with the little foals she saw running around, a second later she wanted to rip at their flesh. These thoughts confused her, but she accepted them. This was who she was and she couldn't change it, even if she tried.
Her pupil-less eyes narrowed on the stallion and formed into pure white slits. At his question, she smirked and raised her head up, straining her neck and put her head close to his. "I prefer being called Morana." The small mare said before somewhat gently nipping the stallion's cheek and pulling away before he could react. At that moment, part of her wanted to run another part told her to apologize and nuzzle the stallion and another told her to prepare for a fight. Her body now froze in place, emotionless, yet prepared for whatever the larger stallion would do.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:33 pm
Aveshar watched the mare as she seemed to consider a myriad of things. He could sense something, her silence was not dumb, nor was it frightened. This was a mare who had a great many things on her mind, which he was sure one would, if they were of unicorn and Kalona heritage. Such races were never meant to coexist peacefully, let alone within the same body. It was little wonder that the offspring of such pairings were mad... But then again, so was the flutter half-breed he'd found himself training to hunt. Granted, she'd always leaned more toward the kalona in her... But there was still that edge of madness, that slight something that came from being a mixture of something entirely good and entirely evil.
Madness could be a subtle or shockingly obvious trait.
The daring action was pure suicide... If he wished, he could rend her flesh. If he wished, he could have attacked, and probably would have won, being larger and no doubt more experienced with battle. Not that she wouldn't make him hurt for it, for a Kalona mare was never an easy target.
Still, it made her all the more intriguing for the fearless -or thoughtless- gesture.
"Morana..." He murmured, canting his head. "Are you in the habit of testing the boundaries of strangers in such a fashion?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 6:34 pm
The mare's pupil-less eyes raised up to meet the stallion's gaze. Her tail lashed wildly as she considered what she had just done. He didn't kill her, which almost shocked a part of her. How lucky she was.
Morana was always stuck between her personalities. Each moment seemed to be new and she never knew how she would behave. She shrugged her shoulders at his question. "Do you think I would be alive at this moment if I did, stallion?" Her tattered wings folded neatly at her sides now and her tail curled around one of her hind legs.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:23 pm
To be honest, there was no definite reason behind his apparent mercy. Aveshar was assuredly not the sort to be 'merciful' -no one had or ever would accuse him of being such, he was sure- but the fact that she was alive... Still, her action could almost constitute flirtation, or perhaps a simple dare... And he wasn't in the mood to punish that spirit, it was too intriguing to trample unthinkingly.
"Aveshar." He corrected when she returned his question with one of her own. "And I rather think that somehow you would be, you seem nothing if not resilient. Then again, perhaps I am just fortunate?"
He chuckled, ears flicking forward and neck arching slightly. "Am I simply fortunate, to receive such attention from you?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 2:52 pm
In an instant, the mare's whole demeanor seemed to change. Her posture was less rigid, her eyes seemed to take on a similar appearance to doe eyes, and her mouth now seemed to be in the form of a gentle smile. She stared up at the stallion for a moment as she pondered his question. Was he fortunate for having this attention from her? Even she wished she knew the answer to such questions, but she honestly could not come up with a true answer.
"Well dear stallion... I mean Aveshar my other half seems to have acquired the habit of testing her boundaries." Her spaded tail flicked almost in a playful manner as she sighed softly. She felt herself grin for a moment as she shook her head, causing her bangs to reveal more of her puil-less eyes. It was only recently that she had started saying she had two halves, something she hoped would never become a true habit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 4:42 pm
The change that swept over her was nearly instant... Like a ripple transforming the surface of a pond, or a brief sunshower... Immediate and unexpected and different. He looked down on her with amusement and something like interest, unsure what to make of the softening of her expression. Considering what she was -and even what he was- it could devolve into bloodshed in a moment. But still, he waited to see what she wold do.
"Dear, hmm?" He echoed with a smile. "Has she now? Is this a good thing or a bad thing, in your eyes?"
He wondered in the two sides she spoke of were due to her mixed heritage? Or something else entirely? It could be a kind of trauma, he supposed. Violent treatment resulting in two very different personalities. And then, would they also have different interests and tastes? Different friends? If necessary, he could always pose the same question to the other half later.It would be interesting to see if he got similar or differing responses.
"And does that mean I should feel twice as fortunate, to speak with you both?"
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