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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 3:25 pm
The mixed-blood mare known as Keshani Avenara spiraled down below the slowly moving storm-clouds, angling her wings as she searched for a suitable place to land. She found one some yards later, and spiraled down into a trotting landing. Spaded tail lashing back and forth, she slowed to a walk and fanned her wings before tucking them to her back.
Glowing eyes cut left and then right, ears flicking here and there as she listened for the sounds of pursuit or approach. This land was not familiar to her, beyond the occasional flights over it as she visited lands beyond it in one direction or the other. What her father said?
Just that it wasn't a land he had reason to visit, as far as she remembered. "Well, at least that means that mother will not find me here."
She laughed suddenly at the thought, silver hooves carrying her over the ground with graceful strides. Perhaps it would be wiser to look for something rather than to think of what she wouldn't see. Keshani always was one for exploring.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:17 pm
 At this point Schizoid wasn't so sure about the choice he had made earlier on in the day. Yes, he had been out on his own before, but he always knew better and made sure to at least keep close to his family, or at least stay in places he recognized. But today, oh today was different. Today he had made the bold and stupid choice to go out on his own and explore areas beyond his boundaries, and of course he got lost and could not find his way back. He could only hope his father or mother could track him down at some point. Until they, he would just stay in the area. With a small snort, Schizoid's ears flick at the sound of hooves trotting along the ground. Was it one of his parents, or perhaps a stranger? If it was a stranger could they point him the way back? No, no her father would not be proud if he grabbed help from someone 'lower' than himself, which he still did not understand. Then again, he didn't understand any of his father's logic, but still chose to go along with it. Slowly, the colt rose from his spot among the tall grass, his glowing orange eyes scanning the area. There! There 'it' was, a mare? Apparently she had some kalona blood in her. But she didn't seem to have the wings of a kalona. They had feathers, but that's all. They were all made of feather... He didn't get it... "Is she some sort of chicken? ...I wonder if I could eat her... Though, I don't think it would be in one sitting, nah."
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:06 am
Keshani froze mid-step, her neck swaying slightly as her nostrils flared. There were distant scents of a dozen Soquili, but most of them were old or far enough away that they meant little to her. However, judging by the crack of branches and the approach of one, there was at least something of interest in this place. Turning toward the colt just as he appeared within seeing distance of her, she frowned as she overheard his words.
Chicken? Was she some sort of a chicken? What sort of half-witted question was that?! Did she look like some sort of domesticated bird?
"I am decidedly not 'some sort of chicken'." The mare murmured, pivoting on her hooves to fully face the young Kalona. He looked and smelled pure, that explained so much.
Winds were probably thought of as feeder animals to many Kalona. It wasn't a stretch to guess the tribe or family that lived fairly close to this area was one of those groups. Her sire had a tendency to hunt other game for actual food, and Soquili were a rarer sport. It was so much more fun to play with them while they were still alive. Then again, if they proved entertaining enough, they got to stay that way..
More or less, hence her own existence.
"And I doubt you could kill me, much less eat me." She tilted her head. "Perhaps when you are older, but not now. I am more Kalona than anything else, though my wings are a legacy from elsewhere."
She fanned them, spreading the graceful appendages in all their faintly-glowing glory before folding them to her back once more. "Do you call this area home?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:05 am
Dim-witted, a word that was usually a word to insult one's intelligence, but in this case it described the colt pretty well. Schizoid wasn't really a genius, far from it. Most would say he is low average to just plain dumb, but what did they know. No one, besides his brother, ever took the time to find out what made him tick, and if they knew, then they would know while he didn't hold much knowledge in some of the more common and useful areas, he did hold a growing knowledge in areas others would prefer not to venture in to.
With a grin plastered upon his face, Schizoid paid no mind to the words leaving the mare's lips. To him they might as well be gibberish, things he wasn't to interested in. For the moment he just kept his attention on her wings and legs. Oh how he wanted to just run up and sink his teeth in to them to do a little light nomming.
Rabbits, deer, birds, yes he would admit he enjoyed killing them off for both food and pleasure. Other soq however, he never developed a true taste for them. On the other hand he did develop a great joy in just nomming on their legs. No killing, just a gnaw here and there until he got bored.
Breaking from his spell the foal just blinked.
"What were you saying now? Your words weren't really all then entertaining to say the least. I would suggest using them to put others to sleep, or maybe even to put them in to misery and then taking them out."
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 3:34 pm
There is something odd about this one...That she admitted without reserve. It was a reasonable enough thought, though she didn't share it. Something... Strange. Distant?
Keshani considered the young Kalona, frowning as snippets of warning from her father danced through her mind. Her father had given her warnings about deceptions and differences... The mind was a maze, each one different.
Madness is just another way of thinking, my Keshani... Do not disregard someone as stupid or simple just because their mind does not work like yours... The paths of insanity are filled with a far more cruel cunning than any sane mind can guess at... Do not disregard them, Kesha.
Yes, that was what this colt reminded her of in a single moment. Her father had walked the paths of madness... Perhaps this stranger did too. She wasn't sure, but it seemed a more reasonable guess than 'he's just a fool'. She'd not met a 'foolish' Kalona. Insane or mad, damaged or broken, but not idiotic.
The colt wasn't listening to her at all, he just seemed to be considering her legs. She shifted slightly on her hooves, wondering.
"If they are not interesting, why repeat them?" She murmured when he asked, strangely amused by the suggestions. "You do not look tired, I must not be very good at that..."
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