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 Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 3:30 pm
Constant rolling mountains stretched as far as the eye could see; morning mist covered the base of the great peaks, giving one who gazed at the sight a feeling of otherworldness. High in the sky birds flew, spreading their wings after the long night of sleep.
Soft hoof falls were muffled by the lush green grass that coated the path up the mountain. An Angeni walked slowly up the trial, his wings extending from his back; flying up the mountain would have been easier, but he liked the feeling of his muscles straining as he carried himself up the path.
His blue eyes were drawn to an opening in the mountain; he continued to make his way toward the mouth of the cave, curious for what it held. The cave was not as large as the one he and Nova had discovered when they were still foals; it was smaller and more homely appearing form the outside. ‘Someone lives here’ the thought crossed Wystan’s mind as he continued to observe his surroundings.
“Hello?” He called out, his voice ringing clear and echoing though out the cave.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:42 pm
It was a wet misty morning up in the mountains. Not that Cult minded much, It made things so much more peaceful when the thick mist from the sea came and gulped up everything in sight. Here up in the high mountain it was tough for anyone to get here without wings. True there was a path that lead up to her cave but it was steep and rough only the strong could get up here. But for those who really felt the need to come up here there was some grass that your hooves could grip onto as you climbed your way up.
Her dark ears flicked up when she heard the sound of a deep male voice echoed throughout the colorful cave. Wondering just what was trying to make contact with her Cult lifted her nose up into the air and sniffed in a gulp of air. It was a musky scent like all males carried. But it had a strange sweet undertone to it, Something only angenis had. Well at least it wasn't a kalona...Not like they would say hello first before coming in.
Cult gave a big yawn as she unfolded her legs from under her and lifted herself off of the ground. The day was truly a lazy day for her, The rain a perfect sound to fall asleep to. Not like she'll be able to now. As she made her way up to the mouth of the cave she was nicely hidden by the shadows, Cept for her bright green eyes and light gray wings. She eyed up the stallion in front of her carefully. Four large deep red and gold wings. It was just as she thought he was an angeni. He had a base of a gray body with darker gray swirls around his backside. His black hair with streaks of red in them shined in the pale sunlight. She noticed that his mane was a strange yellow rope, Something that that made Cult wonder what was the meaning of it.
"Hello there angeni. What are you doing up here in my home?" She asked, Her voice was firm but kind.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:20 pm
His voice continued to echo through the cave, repeating his hello over and over. He could not help but smile since hearing his own voice repeat made him remember a myth his mother told him when he was a foal. Wystan did not believe the stories that she told, but he listened to them, for all legends and myths there is a small grain of truth. In one of the myths, Isabliss told Wystan of a mare who was always repeating what other people said, and one day she repeated the words of a goddess over and over, making the great goddess angry. The great goddess placed a curse upon Echo, making it that the mare was only able to repeat the last words of other soquili’s sentences and never able to form her own. It was a sad tale, and the moral was clear, but where was the truth? Wystan would have to dig deep down into the core of the story to discover where it came from. There was no time for that now, for there were the soft swishing of wings and the vibrations of hoof falls heading his way.
The sounds belonged to a muscular mare who was about his same size, her coat and wings were the same color as his dark and light grey on his body. Bright green eyes stared at him, he looked back calmly with his icy blue ones, he was not surprised she asked about his doings here, for he knew that the place was occupied before he gave a call.
“Hello ma’am, I’m Wystan, a great detective and I apologize if I am trespassing, but I was just on my way up the mountain in search of ruins that were left here by the ancient humans and Soquili. I would like your permission to continue on, since this is your land and you have claim to it, if you would like to accompany me, I will understand.” His voice was formal and polite, the air around the mare in front of him seemed to command respect and that is what he gave her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:33 pm
Cult wondered why an angeni would be up this far in the mountains. Only a few had ever come up here since she moved in. It was even rarer that they were here with a meaning and not that they were simply lost. "Hello Wystan. I'm Cult." She formally introduced herself. It only seemed right since this stallion was so formal and polite to her that she do the same to him. But then she wrinkled her nose up at what the detective angeni had said. "There are human ruins on these mountains?" She asked amazed. Cult had never really seen any signs of humans ever coming up this high, Let alone live here.
"Of course you may have permission to keep going. But may I ask to go with you? It's not that I don't trust you! I just want to see these ruins myself if there are truly some up here."
Cult stepped out of her cave and walked past the young angeni. She looked over the paths that she knew were hidden under the thick fog. The safest way was most likely flying but if this angeni was walking up here then there was a good chance he wanted to walk the rest of the way. The safest way she could see to go up was a very grassy path. Narrow but there wasn't as many hidden drop offs as there was with the others. "If you want to go by foot then the best path to take would be that one right there." She said as she pointed with her nose to the spot. It was faint but when pointed out someone could see the paths off green through the fog.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 11:05 pm
The Angeni bowed his head to the bulky mare, “It is very nice to meet you Cult.” He hid the small smile that was tempted to cross his face at her reaction about hearing about the human ruins, “Yes, but they are ancient, well over six hundred years. You may come with me, since you live in these mountains, you will be of a great help trying to maneuver up to the peak.”
Wystan followed her the short distance that she walked before she stopped at the foot of the path that continued up the mountain, even though he would have preferred to walk, it would be safer and quicker to fly up to the peak of the mountain; the only reason he walked up the mountain was to spot the clues that were too small to see from the sky. He watched the fog roll across the path in front of the two Soquili, covering the clues if there were any, he gave a small sigh.
“I would prefer to walk, but flying would be quicker and safer to get up that mountain. I will look for clues coming down, perhaps that fog will clear enough for me to see the clues left by the ancients, unless I find all that I am looking for up on the peak,” he was talking to himself in way, working out the process he would take, Wystan looked at the mare, “I will follow you up to the peak.”
Wystan would wait until Cult took flight and then he would follow soon after. His wings started to spread, testing the wind of the mountain, for the wings were anticipating the feeling the freedom of the sky, a rare occurrence for them, since their owner was always grounded searching for clues.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:17 am
Cult bowed her on head softly at the gray angeni. "The same can be said to you Wystan." Her own tiny smile broke out on her face. Well what would you know? She maybe lived on a mountain that had ancient ruins on it, if it came true that there would ruins on her home she would have to go visit them quite often. "Interesting. I wouldn't have thought humans could live up here."
Cult's deep brown ears flicked up at the sound of four heavy set wings opening to get ready for flight. "We don't have to fly. I can take you up the mountain by foot if you want. I'm just saying that flying would be easier but if these ruins are covered they'll be hard to find in the fog why up in the air."
She didn't wait for him to fold his wings back up, Cult simply used her powerful legs that were made for lifting her bulky body off of the ground to jump her way up onto a large rock before starting the long trot on the beaten and worn path. "Come along angeni or you'll get lost!" She yelled out as she walked.
(Oh my god. SHORT POST IS SHORT, sorry. ;A; )
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:10 pm
Wystan gave the bulky wind mare a smile, “Humans seem to live in the strangest of places. There are a tribe of two-leggers who live in a land that is frozen in ice and live in houses of compacted snow.” The detective in him wanted to travel to that icy land and learn all of its mysteries, but since there were more than enough mysteries where ever he turned, he had not yet made his way up north.
The Angeni slowly folded his wings back in his dark and light grey back, “that would be great, thank you.” The detective felt relieved that he would be able to take the path and look for the small, minuscule clues that may lay on the misty trail.
Icy blue eyes watched the retreating back of Cult as she began the ascent up the fog covered mountain. Soon the Angeni was following the dark coated mare that was barely seen in the thickness of the mist. Wystan flicked his eyes toward the rocky path looking for a clue, something to signify human life. Seeing nothing so far, he called out to Cult, “Have you been living in these mountains long?” Wystan listened as his male voice was swallowed up by the mist.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 5:07 pm
Cult looked back at him over her shoulder. "Two leggers are strange all around, so it doesn't shock me that they live in places like that!" Cult said through the fog. She wanted to keep talking to him, since she could use the sound to judge on how close or far away he was. It was a useful tool when you couldn't see more then 20 feet in front of you with this fog.
She smiled and nodded. "You're welcome mister Wystan."
Cult kept going, only hoping that he could follow her with this fog. Lucky for him she stood out with her large dark body against the fog. "Yeah, I have been living up here for a couple months now. The weather normally is better up here, I guess you just picked an s**t day to come up here."
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 2:38 pm
Thick fog surrounded the two winged Soquili, making the path in front of them more dangerous. The Angeni kept switching his gaze to the ground and after a few moments he would look in the direction of the bulky Cult.
Wystan could not see the smile that the wind mare had directed at him, but he could hear it in her voice, “My mother would have said that this is the mountain telling us that we should leave, that it does not want to give up its secrets today.”
The Angeni shrugged his shoulders, he did not believe that the mountains were doing this because of him, “What made you decide to live here?” ‘She had only lived on the mountain for a few months? Perhaps she was a nomad like mother and I’, “Where were you living before this mountain range?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 5:31 pm
Cult didn't even worry about the danger, she knew right where she was going. Cult had worked her butt off the first month she lived here, learning all the paths and danger zones on the mountain. She just kept her head up, looking ahead of her.
She raised an eyebrow at him. Interesting, she had never heard something like that before! "Mmm. Maybe, I doubt it though. If the spirits didn't want us up here they'd send a heavy storm or something like that up here making it truly too dangerous too go up." She shrugged her shoulders also. This fog was just a minor set back, nothing they couldn't work through.
She looked back to him for a moment before answering him. "I was sick of traveling around so much. So I made the first place I landed in home. I just happened to land near this mountain." Cult shrugged. "I didn't really live anywhere, I was a nomad staying no more then a couple of days in a place before leaving." Cult paused before looking back at him again. "So where in kawani do you come from?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 1:06 pm
The mare in front of him seemed not to notice the danger or if she did, she completely ignored it. Wystan followed her example as he looked for the tiniest clue upon the ground. He was finding some clues that signified that there once used to be human life that lived on the mountains, but no clues so far that lead to the ancient ruins.
“Most likely, it would be extremely difficult to search for clues if it was pouring down rain,” He was not worried that the rain would wash away the clues, since they have been there hundreds of years and the environment had tried its best to hide the clues in plain sight.
He looked at the mare as she stared back at him, “It must have been nice to stop traveling and found a place to call home. But what about your family?” Wystan looked over the paths edge, down to the mist below, “I come from all over Kawani. There is not one place that I call home, since I have been traveling as long as I can remember. When I was a foal, I traveled with my mother, and now that I am an adult, I travel in search of mysteries.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 4:00 pm
Cult didn't know what do be looking for with the clues of human life, most of the time passing by things that Wystan stopped to look at.
Cult nodded at him. "Most likely. Plus I'm sorry but our lives aren't worth losing to find ruins." She said as Cult jumped over a large rock, using her wings to boost herself and fly over the highest parts of the rock before landing again, tucking her large wings back to her side tightly.
She frowned when he asked about her family. "I never have had a family, so I guess they don't care where I go." She lifted her ears when he spoke, her smile returning. "Really? Thats really interesting Wystan. Does your mother worry when you go travel for mysteries." She stopped suddenly when a rock fell from up top and almost hit her right in the head. "Be careful of rocks falling!" She warned before she started walking again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:53 pm
Tiny rocks with symbols on them lined the path, many contained straight lines, while others curved in a loop pattern. Wystan could not read the ancient language, but he recognized the symbols signifying the ancient ruins of the Kawani.
Wystan nodded in return of Cult’s nod, “I would not want to risk your life in the pursuit of the ruins either. It would have just prevented me solving the case as soon as I wanted, but it would have happened sooner or later,” A determined look crossed Wystan’s eyes.
The stallion could imagine not having a family, but he was thankful for not having to go through that, “Been traveling all along?” Wystan stopped talking as he watched a rock fall in front of him, it passed by with a woosh and continued down the misty mountain, “I know that she worries about my brother and I, but she is proud that I am helping others with my talent. In actuality, I am more worried about her. She continues to travel alone, and the state she is in… I should not have left her, but she convinced me to fly the nest so to speak.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 5:35 am
Cult nodded again. She understood fully his determined mind, she when she was his age was just as determined. "Of course. I don't doubt one bit that you'd just keep trying and trying over till you solved this case. But that is what you have to do sometimes, never give up, always move forward."
Cult looked down at her hooves. Watching them made sure she was not stepping on any cracks in the rock. "Yes. I have been traveling by myself since I was a foal." She said before looking back up. "All mothers are proud of their children, no matter what they do." She paused before nodding. "I see. She most likely thought it was best that you broke away and lived your own life, enjoy youth why you can."
She paused in her walking when she heard something crack under her heavy hoof. She frowned and backed away a few steps to look at it. A clay bowl was half sticking out of the ground, though a big piece of it was now broken thats to her hoof. She smiled and picked it up with her mouth gently. Cult turned around carefully to face Wystan. "Is riff rhat rou rooking ror?" She tried to talk and failed as she held a big piece of the clay bowl in her mouth.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:44 pm
Wystan agreed with the bulky cult, “Moving forward and not giving up are needed in life. That is needed along with looking at the world with different angels, since you are never sure when you might miss something important.”
Foalhood, that was a long time to travel, Wystan would know, since it was the same for him and his mother before him, “So traveling that long you have seen many magnificent places I gather? Have you ever considered finding a place and settling there for good?” Cult was right, just some mothers would express that emotion in different ways; no two mothers were alike, “I believe you are right and I am continuing what she taught us: Traveling equals New Adventures and New Information.” Wystan shook his head smiling to himself.
The crack echoed throughout the mist filled land; a clay bowl lay in pieces on the ground. A large clay portion rested in Cult’s smiling mouth; excitement surged through the stallion. “Yes, yes it is.” A large smile spread across the stallion’s countenance as his eyes searched the hill ahead; the path was soon to end and the mist surrounded thick stone buildings. The two soquili had finally made it to the ancient ruins of the Kawani.
One hoof in front of the other, Wystan made his way into the village, awe etched on his masculine features. The city was almost completely intact! Only a few of the buildings had wilted away from the torment of storms and a couple of roofs had collapsed in on themselves, but besides those two minor details, the village was the same as when the ancients left it hundreds of years before.
Only one question remained, what happened to the inhabitants?
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