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 Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 12:28 pm
 The image of his mate’s swollen belly haunted Callan’s mind as he walked aimlessly about the trees. Exactly how long he had been walking was a fact he was uncertain of for his mind was currently being choked by a thick fog. Though Jaci had soothed his nerves a little he still felt quite apprehensive for the life going to come from his mate. He knew she would be a wonderful and loving mother, always thinking of what was best for the young ones and always keeping a good attitude. He on the other hand had never had much experience with children besides his rider oh so long ago, his rider he had managed to allow to pass noiselessly into the underworld. At this memory his shoulder began to ache from where the arrow had pierced his flesh and caused him to lose focus. If only he had been better able to withstand the pain perhaps Liam would have lived a full life. What if something similar happened to his own flesh and blood? He wouldn’t be able to stand another loss of such magnitude. He had spent many years apart from anyone or anything and had become somewhat of a social retard until meeting Bella. What if his past and inexperience managed to screw up his children? He couldn’t stand having them live the life he had. And….What of the curse? Not even Bella knew of his immortal life. Lowering his head he stopped walking, taking no time to observe his surroundings he squeezed his emerald eyes shut.
The sun kissed his back, warming his body and reflecting off of the metal plates adorning his chest and legs making him appear as though he were shining atop the hill. A slight breeze played with his fiery red hair, making it dance this way and that about his neck and face. Aside from shallow breaths the stallion remained perfectly still physically as his mind buzzed with confusion and pain. Again the image of Bella with her large belly formed in his mind. Where he was worried she was excited and this had caused him to pull away from her slightly. Why was it he could no longer look her in the eye? It wasn’t as though he were ashamed of what they had done and that was the air he was certain he was displaying to her. Though he would never admit it aloud this knight was terrified of the future for the second time in his long life. The first being after he lost his first love Anela to the mercilessness of flame and now this. It was so simple to ruin a child’s life without their knowledge of the destruction. He had witnessed such things many times. Even he, whose father left him before his birth, had been ruined by his upbringing. His mother did a wonderful job and was always so kind to him but she was also very sad because of his father’s disappearance and seemed to be out of her league at times when it came to her son.
His legs began to grow weak beneath him and he soon lowered himself to the ground and plopped over on his side. The pressure on his chest was easily ignored but the pressure on his mind was ever present, making his head throb and ache. He couldn’t keep just leaving Bella like this; he could not make her think of him as her mother thought of her father. He never had the intention of running from this situation though at times it didn’t seem to be such a bad idea. Exhaling loudly he attempted to relax, focusing his senses on the grass tickling his skin and the breeze washing over his side.
“What am I to do?” He mumbled.
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 3:21 pm
A short skid later however, Windy was flat on her rear end again as she noticed a shadow falling over her. A stallion! Ooohh.. And a pretty one too! Wearing.. shiny things. Windy had never seen a Soquili who wore clothes or armour, and the sparkleyness dazzled her, for once, seizing her normally chittery voice from her. "Oh wow!" She gasped, before dashing up the hill to greet the stallion with her bubbly mood. It had been a little while since she had found a new Soquili to play with. Her brothers had their own things to do, and so she was forced to take to her own methods and find new playmates. A stallion, sounded suitable enough. Afterall, they were just big colts right?
"Hiya Hiya Hiya!!" Windy squeaked, taking a tumble as if she had only recieved her legs into the grass infront of the stallion. Had she been alittle less loud coming up the hill she would've caught his mumble, but alas, that was not Windy. Silence never suited the little filly, and her out going and chattery personality said it all. Along with her barrage of questions that could unseat any unprepared Soquili.
"My name's LittleWind! Who are you? What's your name? What's that shiny stuff you're wearing? It looks really cool! I like your red hair! Nobody in my family has red hair. Does that marking mean anything? Why are you here? Do you wanna play with me? I love to play! Let's play together Mr. Stallion!" She ranted giving next to no room for Callan to intervene and answer her anywhere within her long stream of inquiries. Pausing to catch her breath, Windy hopped back onto her hooves, waiting eagerly for Callan to respond, oblivious to her fast speech that easily made others forget what she had asked them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:25 pm
One moment wrapped in a mass clog of thoughts that were seemingly endless and the next confronted with a high speed blur. Callan could hardly get a good look at the youngster until her legs were taken from under her and she lay at his feet. His body jerked forward ever so slightly as she fell, an instinct to help her if she were hurt but when she began barraging him with questions he knew she was bound to live. His ears perked forward as he listened to the high pitched voice of the filly throwing questions at him without pause. He blinked a few times as she finished, attempting to puzzle out what exactly had just occurred. One moment he was here alone and the next this unusual little one was there with a smile upon her face. When she again popped to her feet he found himself eyeing her, making sure there were no scrapes or visible ailments. Upon seeing only healthy multicolored fur her shook his head and lowered his head so he could observe her more closely. “Are you alright?” He asked after a moment. She was very excited and he had never seen anything like it in all of his years.
He doubted he could remember all of her questions but attempted to answer those that he thought he had held on to. “My name is Callan, LittleWind was it? The shiny stuff I wear is called armor. Play? How do you play?” A stupid question that would leave many gawking but Callan hadn’t had much experience with play outside of his training with Lium. Sure, there were a few foals he had bumped into but none ever made him feel as though he were welcomed. She was quite a spunky little filly; he began to wonder if one of the unborn foals developing in Bella’s stomach would be the same way. What would he do if he were asked to play? He couldn’t very well think that teaching them drills would bring them very much joy at all. He knew for certain his children wouldn’t look like her, he hadn’t seen such an unusual tail or hooves. Lowering his head further he gazed at the cloven hooves that were so foreign to him. “What are you?” He asked as he once again made eye contact. For once he didn’t feel all too unusual, her eyes were a unique color just as his were. He had gotten used to being stared at wherever he went, but perhaps children were too innocent to think of such abnormalities.
Lifting his head to scan the area he began searching for her parents or someone who was supposed to be watching her. “Are you out here all by yourself?” He asked gently. Normally he would have become and interrogator like he had been to those he trained. Something about the glow in this little one’s eyes and the way she seemed to be the happiest Soquili in the world softened him on the inside. Would this become a hindrance with his own unborn family? Would he allow them to harm themselves because they were able to melt his heart with a glance? He had come here attempting to clear his mind and found himself worrying twice as much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:42 am
LittleWind hopped to and fro on her little hooves as she waited for the stallion to stop staring at her and answer her questions. How she adored getting answers, though they would spur even further questions and another barrage of high squeaks and chitteryness from the young foal. Windy easily failed to notice the concern the stallion had for her as he looked her over, too excited about meeting someone new and having her questions answered to really care about herself. It was something her parents probably worried about each hour as the little filly had little to no end to her energy, but was clumsy and rash as it could get. Though, then again, they had her troublemaker brother to worry about too. While Windy was certainly the most hyper and reckless of the batch of foals, she sought not trouble, but knowledge. How she dreamed of being intelligent like her parents and knowing the mysteries of this world and its inhabitants. Even better yet, to solve those very mysteries that eluded everyone each day. Why did the sun rise and set? Where do the stars go during the day? Windy had a question for everything, and wanted an answer for each and every one of them.
"I'm completely fine!" windy chirped as the stallion finally spoke, still bouncing in place, her deer tail wiggling in excitement at finally hearing his answers. "Yup! LittleWind is my name but mommy and daddy and my brothers call me Windy alot and i don't mind being called Windy I like the name Windy did you know I'm named alittle like my mommy's name my brother's were named more like daddy! Your name sounds so cool!" She babbled, giggling as she did and smiling brightly. It had been awhile since she had a companion to talk to that didn't know alot about her already, or didn't want to talk. "Armor? Why do you wear that? How does it feel? Can I touch it?" She asked, a sparkle in her greenish gray eyes as she wiggled her fluffy ears in a curious manner. Skipping around the stallion, Windy did a double take when he asked what play was, and nearly fell on her behind once more as she gaped for a moment. "Gosh you don't know how to play?!" She exclaimed, standing her ground to keep steady as she gave him a flabbergasted look.
"Oh gosh.. then.. I'll teach you!" She declared, regaining her cheery disposition almost immediately as she hopped to face the stallion and make eye contact. "I'll make sure you know how to play!" She giggled, smiling up at him, though blinking in slight confusion as he stared at her hooves and tail, and then spoke once more. "What am I? Well I guess I'm the same as you, though maybe little different since mommy is different from daddy. Mommy is alot like me, and both my brothers have horns, though neither mommy nor daddy do. I think mommy mentioned Cerynei or something like that once, so maybe I'm that? Daddy looks normal though, like you! Only well.. maybe abit bigger." She concluded, blinking cutely at her resolution to the problem of being different than Callan. She had seen other Soquili that were different from her before, having met a colt with wings and another stallion with horns, wings and a creepy looking hairless tail. Apparently there were plenty of Soquili who could fly, though it didn't seem like Callan could, and none of her family would be able to, though, that hadn't kept Windy from trying. She giggled at the memory of trying to fly unsucessfully after she had met the colt. Ah, such a child she still was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 6:06 pm
Callan could hardly keep his emerald eyes fixed at the blur of white that was in constant motion. He couldn’t believe the tremendous amount of energy this little foal was exuding. Not only did her body move rapidly but so did her mouth. His ears craned in her direction, attempting to catch every word so that he would not have to ask her to repeat herself. How on earth was he supposed to communicate when everything she was saying ran together in one big sentence? Standing to his full height he shook his head and took a deep breath. He had to remain calm and keep his mind clear and focused. Talking to this one was almost like preparing for a battle. Instantly an image of his mate’s swollen belly appeared in his mind’s eye and he could feel the beating of his heart intensify. Were all young ones like this? When Bella gave birth and the tiny animals emerged from their baskets would he have to deal with this sort of thing? He didn’t know how or whether or not he would survive beginning a family. It wasn’t that he disliked foals; he just had no clue how to keep up with them and their constant barrage of questions.
“Windy.” He just got the name out before she had begun speaking once more. He hadn’t even had the time to process the sound or the meaning or even what she had said about its origin. How did one go about naming their offspring? No time was given to dwell on that information as she began talking about the armor he had upon his body. “I wear it for protection.” He explained simply. Though the battles had long since ended along with his career as a soldier he couldn’t help but to feel lost without it. When first it was put on him he couldn’t stand the weight and how cold it felt against his skin. He bucked and kicked, rubbing on fence posts or rocks to try and rid himself of such a burden. After the first battle where so many of his companions were killed he began to realize why the seemingly hindering metal was useful. “Y-yes, I suppose you can touch it if you would like to.” He didn’t see any issue with letting her touch his armor, though he wasn’t used to being asked. He remembered the way Bella had looked at him when she had first seen his armor. She was awed and confused, just like Windy, which caused him to smile.
The reaction that came about after he asked what playing was confused the pale stallion. Was it really so strange that he didn’t know how to engage in children’s games at his age? From the expression on her face it would seem as though he had spoken something unspeakable, said something unfathomable. Bella had once said that she looked forward to seeing him play with their children, he didn’t put much stock into it at that particular time but now he noted that it was perhaps a bigger deal than he had initially thought. When she stated that she would teach him he felt a snippet of relief yet at the same time worry. It wasn’t often that he lowered his pride enough to allow someone younger than him to teach him something. “Very well.” He responded. The shock hadn’t completely worn off yet but he was still able to flash a warm smile. He was glad she began speaking of her breed to alleviate the tension he had begun to feel. “Ah! A Cerynei, I should have been able to divulge that for myself. You are the first of your kind that I have met Windy. If you would like you may call me Cal.”
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