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Cresil was tired. At the moment she found herself walking through a silent patch of woods and was hardly paying attention to where she was going. At this point in her life she had no destination in mind so wandering felt natural. She didn't care where she was going or where she might end up. She was just following the trails as if they were leading her to something good. Maybe she was hoping for that, at least.

She supposed she could fly if she wanted to. But flying felt so.. unnatural. She was taught how to fly once in her life, but she almost crashed into a tree. Since then she had only attempted flying twice after, and so far she didn't like it at all. Maybe she could get the hang of it some other day. But for now her wings were useless. They always got caught on branches and continued to bug her day by day. How was it that her siblings dealt with them? They were just luckier she supposed.

She stopped suddenly when she noticed a hawk soaring far above her. Ha. The creature made it look so easy and comfortable. With a snort, the mare continued walking and ignoring the shrieks and sounds the bird made. Nature was awfully strange. Where did she fit in to the 'mix'? Maybe she would never make sense in that way. That was bothersome, and frustrating. What the hell was she?

Sigh. The land was so quiet. So bland. So full of forest. But then, there was something different. It didn't take long for the mare to notice something so... RED.

Her eyes squinted and her head tilted in complete and utter surprise. What was that? As she walked forward carefully and quietly, she finally could see the figure of a stallion come into view. Well, it appeared her day would take a turn of change afterall. Should she approach the other Soquili? How long had it been since she had met a stranger? She remembered her very strange encounter with the yellow stallion. Was this another exhausting and depressed stallion? Yikes indeed. Now she felt kind of worried.

What was her other choice? Run away and continue to be silent and bored? She supposed she could give it a shot and see who was in front of her. Who was she to judge anyways? Maybe his personality was as vibrant as his coloring.

Without further ado, Cresil took a breath of air in and stomped forward with a usual false confidence. When she was finally closer to the noticeable stallion, she halted rather then becoming to close to the stranger. "Good morning." Maybe that would get his attention? "I hope I am not interrupting anything, but I noticed you from just a bit away." She wasn't very comfortable with small talk. The shakiness of her voice was a good indicator of that.

My. So he was the complete opposite of what she thought! This would fare as interesting at least. She felt a sudden rush of energy in response to his own. It was refreshing and unusual for her. She hadn't felt this way in awhile... the last time must have been when she was surrounded by her siblings. They always put her in a better mood as well.

When he mentioned that she was an Angeni she snorted rather loudly, knowing far too well that that was false. Her father seemed to be 'blessed' with wings portraying an angel's last hope whereas the rest of him was far from angelic. As for being familiar... she had no idea to what he was talking about. Did she look like somebody he knew? How strange. He must have been very sociable then.

"My name is Cresil. I wonder why I come off as familiar.. maybe you have met one of my siblings or my parents." She stared at him carefully while loosening her limbs a bit. "What about you? Who are you, or rather, what is your name?" There was something off-putting about his facial expressions. She couldn't tell if she could trust him, so she decided to stay on guard. He was definitely an interesting character.

... She hated to admit it, but his confidence was just as familiar. But why?

This stallion seemed to be full of surprises left and right. She gulped rather carefully before looking him in the eye once more. His aunt? The only individual that could be related as such was... "You must know my mother, Angelique.." she quietly added, while considering the possibilities. "How though?" Her mother was always so quiet about those she was related to. When Cresil was younger her mother had such a focus on their 'current' family that she never got learn about some of the others out there. It was always such a shame and strange mystery.

Either way, it was cool to finally meet one of the many she was related to. Hopefully she could learn something from him. Or at least enjoy herself. "Well it is nice to meet you... Persy." She felt like taking a stab and calling him by the more personal name. Hell, they were practically sharing some of the same blood, and who would have thought! As she listened to the stallion describe himself, she was actually impressed. He was so... different then she was. But the way he acted felt familiar for her at the same time. When she was around her family she acted just as high and mighty. But lately her mind had sunk to an all time low. That wasn't how she preferred it though.

"You are refreshing, I am thankful I've run into you. You are reminding me where I came from." Even if that felt far away at times... "I guess our unicorn genes are proof that I do know you, somehow." And their good lucks, altogether better genes and impressive families. "It sounds like you have a pretty interesting rep in this neighborhood of land." she could only chuckle and wonder how all of the mares reacted to him. If only her own brother acted in such a way. He was the most timid out of all of them!

"So, if my mother is your aunt.. then which of your parents is related to her? I apologize, this is all so new to me." she grunted quietly and was disappointed that she didn't know any of this. Her mother was such a child. How could she not tell them of other family members? Even her father was open with some of his other relatives.

It seemed fate would have it that Cresil could never be happy. Things could never just work out for her, easily at least. There was a reason she usually had a huge wall up and around her. She didn't believe in trusting others. It even took her awhile to open up to her own siblings just out of the sheer competition for mother's approval! She must have really been going crazy, to think she could have wanted to believe in this stallion and like him. Though in a sense.. she could have thanked him. She always felt better when she was angry. Luckily she had gotten a grip after hearing all of his remarks. And somehow, she had survived all of them before wanting to kick him appropriately in his goods. There was always time for that, anyhow.

"I didn't realize that the competition aspect would follow me for my entire life. And here I thought I could actually get along with someone from this blasted family." Oh hell. No wonder she constantly ran away from them. And no wonder she found solitude in her father's relatives! They always admitted to their mistakes, betrayals and even bloodlust's! And all and all they just loved each other. Was that so damn hard to ask for?!

"I am glad I've never met your father, then. I'm guessing he would treat me with the same respect as you have." Maybe her mother was protecting her. Who would have thought? Her mother obviously refused to talk about her brother for a reason. And maybe that reason was a good enough one. At this point, Cresil didn't even need any other evidence. Angelique's family was just too messed up to comprehend.

"Well thank you. After this encounter I'll continue to forget who my uncle is. And I'm sure I will live a much happier life with that in mind." After wisping her hair behind her dark eyes, the mare chuckled and felt a rise develop in her heart. What an a**. She really felt stupid. But she felt better at the same time. So many emotions bubbling up and down in her stomach. She just wanted to hate. Finally, she could hate this guy in front of her. "The only reason I will remember your name is so my father can hopefully kill you." And with that, she could only smile and imagine her father's tail-spikes in between this stallion's stupid smile.

"Hm. I wanted to call you Persy because I thought Persaeus was a girl's name. My apologies, I will call you what you desire." Nothing wrong with respecting his wishes! But really. This was great! She wanted to kick a** again and watch her father tear something to shreds. Was she crazy? She hoped so. If being crazy meant being happy.. then damn, she wanted as much as possible.

"Clone to my mother?" she laughed at his wrong assumption and tried to calm herself after the words had settled in. "I am afraid you are quite mistaken. You can go and ask her about her daughter Cresil. And you know what she will say? Oh, the strange and useless one. She is none of my concern." The mare then hmphed and growled to herself. "That's why when I was old enough the first thing I did was avoid every place my mother ever took us. Plus that gave me time to train with my father and move on in general." And once she was with him, nothing else mattered.

It was strange. Angelique completely disregarded Cresil's existence while she was growing up. Cresil didn't stand out to her mother as anything worthy. Her other siblings had unique traits and even stronger personalities. Cresil on the other hand hid while everyone flourished. Once they all grew into their bodies, Cresil started to stand out as having her mother's complete beauty. Suddenly Angelique became quite interested in her daughter and was trying to teach her about which stallions to go for. Cresil rebelled against her mother's foolish words and was suddenly unwanted soon after. Her mother's final words would always echo in her mind... "No daughter of mine would ever be so foolish. So you can't possibly be my blood." She was grateful that her father took her in as another warrior to cherish, but her mother was a lost cause. Family was nothing but a never ending stress and strain to her. She was just jealous that others knew how to do it right. Like this relative in front of her. His confidence alone was enough to prove what a great family he came from.

"Look..." After her mind sorted everything out, the mare took a breath in and tried to reclaim some sanity and calmness to the situation. "I probably hate my mother. Like, really really hate her. But she did bring me into this world, and give me such an unbelievable and loving father. And although I can agree with some of your... truths, I have to still stand up for her." Since, she had always promised her father that. It hurt to defend Angelique. But what was right sometimes hurt the most. "My family is undoubtedly strange, and I've never wanted pride. I've just wanted... respect." Sadly from.. anybody or anything.

"As for your father, if he is indeed different from my mother then that is very great for you. I envy your family and your upbringing." Ah well, not everything in life was perfect. But there were those that could at least benefit better from their families! "I.. hope I am coming off as more civil. I never wanted to seem foolish like my mother." Ugh, because then she would be the same judgmental b***h that caused her hell everyday!

"I am interested.. how many siblings do you have, then?" Were they as confident as he? And could siblings get along? Wouldn't that be something amazing!

She wondered if her face was showing utter shock at the situation. She tried to wipe the immature expression off but it was true, she was quite surprised. Some way of some other her cousin had.. listened to her? She supposed this was the first time that had ever happened, as pathetic as that might have been. No one had ever given her such time. It felt brilliant! She listened to him as respectively as he had listened to her and took his information in word for word. He was actually quite intelligent and easy to relate to. "Thank you." she finally added, while showing a smile under her hidden face. "I will get the respect I deserve on my own and in my own way."

She was hardly surprised at the stallion's next statements, and could naturally release a silly chuckle towards his words. Well at least he was honest. And at this point the mare found nothing wrong with those who were overconfident. Look at how amazing Persaeus was, the lucky brute! Maybe one day she'd have the same sort of mannerisms as he did. That would take some serious time and work but she was up for the challenge. It also intrigued her that he too had some sort of competition between his siblings. It sounded like a much healthier version then she was used to. Yet another reason to be jealous of him!

Before she could dwell on that any further, she perked up at his mention of his family members. Well, it was good to know that four others like him roamed the land. "I had no idea there were so many of you, how lovely they all must be!" It still made her a bit miffed that her mother hid such information from them. She really had transcended what crazy meant. "I suppose I will have to be the judge of who is the best looking." her tone of voice had adapted to be more playful as his had, and she loosened her shoulders even more in response.

"Settling down, eh?" Not that she had anything wrong with it, but the idea itself was never presented to her as a true option of life. "In a sense I think that makes your brothers very lucky that they have found mares that have gained their complete attention." Her mother was hardly a patron at this act. "Taming.. a skinwalker?! Now that is frightening." her eyes were widened and she suddenly feared for her other cousin's safety. "Seriously now? She must be quite the mare." Cresil tried imagining such a mare that was totally strong and capable on her own. Yes... that's exactly what she wanted to be, minus the taming of skinwalkers part. Independence would be perfection.

"I'd be an idiot if I tried to count how many siblings I have, so let's just say I have too many shall we?" She wrinkled her nose lightly and sighed appropriately. "If anything you've probably had better chances at running into them over me." Now that she thought about it, she did meet one of her father's other sons when she was a brat of a child. The encounter didn't go very well at all, and she suddenly was reminded on how she needed to apologize to him one day. Man, her mother had created a monster while her brain was developing.

"So, why hasn't a stallion like yourself found the most beautiful mare in the land to settle down with?" Hm, was that even the common routine? She really had no idea! "I have no doubt that you will find one, but I am curious of course." And maybe too nosey?

Persaeus regarded her for a long while, not sure whether to be exasperated or amused by her insistence that he would wed. She was adamant that he would find a mare and dedicate his life to her, forever. His brothers may have enjoyed being bound and shackled by their mates but he didn't find the idea terribly appealing - nor did he find the concept of fatherhood tempting either. The thought of having little midgets clinging to him day in day out while he was responsible for their well being and safety did little for him. He wasn't in to the whole doting father thing and he was simply too selfish to devote time and attention to someone who wasn't him. He was man enough to admit these faults but he had absolutely no intention of fixing them - he liked the way he was now (and so did the mares he consorted with).

"My brothers are more than capable of continuing the legacy if they so choose," he replied wryly and shook his head. A small smile teased across his lips, his expression less grim than most bachelors would have been seen with when the subject of matchmaking came up. He'd heard it all before and had been openly pursued by determined mamas but they had all failed. Having a cousin inform him that she foresaw him marrying off and having little mini-mes was nothing new, his sisters frequently teased him about it though they were aware of how unlikely the outcome may be.

Rebel often liked to see his feathers ruffled!

"And much of a soquili's behaviour is based on their surroundings and upbringing, if you treated your children as you desire to be treated yourself then 'bad genes' don't feature much," he shrugged loosely as though he were privvy to the way mother nature worked. He was fairly certain that if his parents had chosen to raise him without such care, then he would probably have lacked the staggering confidence he had today. His proof lay in the behaviour of other soquili, their upbringing was beyond 'gentle' and the stallions could definitely be deemed blubbering fools. Coddling parents were to blame for this, they'd raised their children to be too soft. Oh, there was always an element of consideration required in life but sometimes it went beyond ridiculous.

"As for one such as I providing a good influence," his smile became sly and he leaned back on his hind legs to focus on his cousin once more. "I would think it is safe to say there will be those who disagree most adamantly with you in that respect but..." he trailed off and provided a rather dramatic and over emphasised bow. "I am honoured to be of assistance," he offered dryly and flashed another of his roguish smiles. "There are few who are privvy to such aid, I can promise you that much..." Again he fell quiet, absorbing the words that escaped from her lips and then he pursed his own.

"Heh, I have no issue in meeting attractive mares," he was being deliberately obtuse to her meaning of course. "But it's certainly a pleasure to be the one to introduce you to the better side of the family," he cooed with a hint of jest in his tone.