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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:09 am
He limped slowly through the forest feeling the pain shoot up his leg. He wasn’t terribly injured, but he had a gaping wound on his leg and cuts on his body. In the end he won, but at the cost of pain. He stopped and gently laid down against a big old oak tree. He felt kind of like that tree. Old and wishing for some restful solitude away from constant nagging from people which was turning into the biggest pain ever. He let out a soft sigh. Being the biggest one in the herd has it’s pros and sons. On the pro side no one dared messed with him and on the con side he was told to do everything. Everything that was hard to do some those smaller or weaker then him. It pissed him off.
He licked the wound hesitantly and wished he never did because all he felt was pain shoot up his leg. He grimaced and gritted his teeth giving a snort of disapproval. The blood would draw scavengers or carnivores in general to the area. He wasn’t in any kind of shape to fight off that many attackers.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:08 pm
 One foot in front of the other. Step, step, breathe. Even the simple act of walking was becoming difficult as exhaustion had begun to overwhelm Amaya- it had now been several days since she had stopped for rest, taking only the barest of breaks to feed herself before continuing on her journey back. She was so close, now- the absence of her vengeful fallen angel had become an ache impossible to ignore, and though she could not be sure what awaited her back in that clearing she had once known so well, she did not allow her hesitation to slow her pace. Something, however, had given her pause before reluctantly changing course.
The smell of blood was in the air.
While the unikalona might have previously shied away from anything that could stir her baser instincts, after the disastrous incident with Shyam, she had been far more careful to curb her bloodlust with regular feedings- small animals, of course- despite her own aversion to the act. Whatever her feelings of disgust were at the need to do so, it was not worth risking another episode like the last... she was still not entirely certain she would ever completely forgive herself for the damage done, though he seemed to be all too willing to dismiss the event.
In any case, the coppery scent of spilled blood drew curiosity- perhaps associated with the predator in her- but the feeling of concern borne of her mother's influence seemed to outweigh any detached interest she might have had. If someone was hurt, this was a dangerous place to be stranded in- she could only hope that she was the first to catch wind of the telling smell.
What she stumbled upon was far from what she had expected. A small animal in the talons of a larger, perhaps, or a mare that may have lost her way in the dense forest. It was a small shock to see a battle-worn stallion limping his way through the woods, determined not to let his weakness hinder his pace. He was unfamiliar- not surprising, but the features he wore... silver eyes were riveted to the strange bone mask he wore, the oddly-shaped horns protruding from beneath his forelocks, the prominent unicorn horn on his forehead.
She dared not let herself hope, but was unable to completely quell the wondering if this was another kalona-unicorn hybrid. It was doubtful, but not impossible. She had never met another of her kind, barring her brief experience with the crimson mare she had known almost as a maternal figure. He was lacking in any other kalona traits except those horns, though... and for all she knew, it may well have been part of his mask.
Shaking of the thought with a visible toss of her head, metallic irises focused intently on the extent of the stallion's visible injuries as she took a measured step forward, eyes rising to meet his own beneath a veil of silver and onyx forelocks.
"Daijoubu ka?" soft tones rose through the still air with a lilting note, though after a moment, she spoke again in sheepish self-reproach. "Forgive me, I forget I am not in my homelands at times... are you all right?" She knew well from his stance and the prominence of his limp that he was far from 'all right', but his response would help her to determine how exactly to approach this situation. If he was unwilling to let her near- well, she couldn't fault him for that, being what she was, but it was a worrisome possibility- she might at least be able to follow him from a distance until he reached safe territory. If his blood drew scavengers or other kalona, she might at least be able to help in obscurity.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:54 am
The large stallion still felt the pain from his wounds and it was very hard not to. They stung and itched a little bit causing him to be in a very irritated state at the moment. He didn’t like that he couldn’t heal himself. He was suppose to be strong yet he couldn’t handle being a little beat up or even being able to heal himself. What kind of a warrior was he? Well for one he took a lot of pride in himself and thought he was the best fighter out there. Though he was sure there was someone else out there who was better then him.
He snorted at the thought. He didn’t want to think of someone actually hurting him to the point where he would die. That was just insane. Not like Gabriel at all to do something like that. Plus in his state there wasn’t much he could do at the moment that wasn’t going to pity himself even further. He just felt so pathetic sitting there with injuries and not being able to do anything about it. His mother never taught him how to heal and his father…well he was too battle stricken to even care. He loved his father and always would look up to him, but sometimes he wondered if he ever loved his mother. Was she only a baby making machine like most in the herd or was there actually love there? He didn’t know and now he would never know.
Perking his ears up to a voice, he looked around before seeing the uni-kalona mare standing right before him. At first he didn’t know what she said. It definitely wasn’t in a language he was use to hearing, but the rest he could make out.
“Do I look fine?”
He said at first in a cocky way wondering if this mare could actually help him out. She probably could if she was a uni, but then again there were some like himself that couldn’t heal a simple scratch.
“Sorry….I’m a bit testy because the pain from the wounds is aggravating me.”
He gave a snort and looked away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:38 pm
It seemed the proud stubbornness she'd feared would hinder her efforts were not enough to completely eliminate the chance for a civil conversation, and Amaya hid a smile beneath her mask at the small grace. It wasn't often that she found civil company, even less company that wasn't in some way repelled by her kalona features. The questions that had arisen in her mind begged for answers- but there were more pressing matters at hand, and perhaps if he conceeded to her assistance, there would be time to ask them later.
"You need not apologize. The wounds that aggrieve you speak for themselves." She offered a visible small, but sincere smile at the attempt to reach out, however obscurely. Perhaps he wouldn't be as opposed to her help as she first feared- and not a moment too soon, as it seemed the smell of blood was spreading beyond the small clearing. "I cannot fault you for being... 'testy'. They look quite painful."
She eyed the injuries he harbored with a mixture of concern, curiosity and confusion, ignoring the more distant instinct to taste the coppery life fluid. More pressing was the question of how he had gotten himself into this situation- kalona and skinwalker sightings weren't terribly common in this area; or at least they hadn't been before, things could have changed here in the time she'd been gone. But if he'd found one and drawn its attention, their first priority should have been to escape to a more remote and protected area. How far had he traveled in this condition, and how long a blood trail had he left?
A glance upward, consideration of his standoffish posture taken into account, Amaya decided that the first priority would be getting him back into a reasonable condition for travel- then she would worry about finding a safe place. If the worst occurred, she was a force to be reckoned with- at least with the help of her darker instincts.
"I'm afraid I'm not a terribly skilled healer... but I could try to heal some of your wounds, if you'd like."
The distant cry of a coyote drew her attention to the east, and silver eyes focused sharply on the far treeline as her ears perked to attention. The noise only seemed to emphasize that time was of the essence. "This might not be the best place to remain in, in your condition."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:50 am
The large stallion eyed the female more and more not caring how bad of a healer she was. He needed help and if she was the only one around then so be it. He use to wander around with a uni at all times that could heal him, but then he got killed and he gave up trying. He didn't need one anyway because most times he didn't get injured. Usually he would just win or deal with the marks he got if anything.
"I don't care how well you can heal. As long as it heals me a little bit then I will be fine. Just these wounds seem a little deep at the moment. You know?"
He told her as he tried standing again which hurt like hell, but she was right. He had to move somewhere that wouldn't be so out in the open. Maybe a cave or something was the best ideal spot for the moment. He curled his tail underneath him and growled a little bit. He dealt with pain before, but this hurt. Standing with open wounds on his body just made the pain soar through his body like electricity. He limp slowly away from her and towards the deeper part of the forest. There had to be a cave close by because he could see rock formations here and there.
"Let's go find somewhere safer. You look more like a warrior then a healer. Is that true?"
He asked the mare not bothering to look back. It would put too much strain on his body even though there was enough on it anyway. He didn't need predators to smell the blood and come running for him.
But as least he had someone to help him fight...maybe.
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