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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:31 pm
The arduous journey was finally, finally over. The mare’s tired hooves plodded onwards, managing to find purchase on the scant ground between the twisted, bulbous roots of the strange trees around her. The area she travelled in was strange to her, for she did not know where she wandered anymore. Gone was her sense of direction. Gone was her drive. In its place, peace. On some level deep within her, she knew one day she must return to her home. Though lessened, she still had ties to her birthplace, the biggest of which now being her two sons. But for the moment they were forgotten. Finally she was calm.
For years she had clung to an empty hope, wishing and dreaming of the return of her mysterious father. Long ago her siblings had given up waiting, knowing what fate had befallen him, but Sakura was obstinate. One day, he would return. Yet he had not. It had taken much deliberation, not to mention a close encounter with death, to persuade her to leave her beloved forest. She had been such a young mare, so naïve. Her mind was innocent, not daring to comprehend the truth. Now she was not only older, but also much wiser. She had been shown the cruelty of the world.
The journey had been hard, and many times she had wished to turn back. Terror greeted her in the foreign lands. What if her father came back whilst she was gone? But her resolve held, and fate’s hand guided her hooves down the right path. It was ironic, in a way. Her journey had begun with skinwalkers, and so too it had ended. First it was capture. She had been locked away, slowly rotting within her cell, a mere possession of two devilish kalonas. It was there that she had resigned herself to die, away from her sons and those she called family. Only through the bravery of Maion, a fellow captive, did they become free. Long and hard had she thought, pondering mortality amongst other things. And eventually she had come to the conclusion she had to leave to seek the truth. And truth she had found. She learned of Syntyche, a ritualistic murderer. She learned how the half-equine, half-feline being had tracked down her father. She learned how her brave sire had fallen, locked in battle against this frightful foe. But now Syntyche was dead. The mare had carried out her revenge, though in an unorthodox fashion. She had not pursued the creature herself, but instead joined forces against it. It was through the use of her healing powers that they had prevailed.
It was ironic, really. Skinwalkers had ended her father’s life, yet they seemed to be making Sakura’s. But the red strings of fate were not done, that the mare was sure of. But such bleak things as the future had no place in her ponderings now. No, she lived in the present. She was here, she was now. In this strange forest, a place so alien to her. This bothered her naught, for there were no longer any great unknowns within her life. Her past had been sorted out, and accepted. She was liberated.
Closing her eyes, she allowed the slight chill of twilight to soothe her. Her warm flanks, heaving at first, gradually grew calm until they rose and fell softly. She did not move, pausing in her stride. Life weaved strange webs, she reflected. Serenity filled her like a pool of still water. Her mind travelled back to a young stallion she had met. Roman was his name. He had travelled far and continued to walk, though he had no desire to do so. She could not comprehend why he did not stop, but she had been young. Now she too had no ties to hold her back. Now she knew. Why stop when there was nothing to stop for? Slowly, she eased back into her gentle walk. She was peace. For once in her life, she was content.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 3:34 pm
So he kept to himself. And night time meant he could have the world to himself, provided he was careful to avoid herds and territory not his own. Thankfully, Chandar rarely lingered in an area of long, so the chances of anyone knowing he slipped through or near their lands were minimal at best. And tonight was absolutely no different.
Picking his way through the foliage, the stallion kept his ears alert. There was never such a thing as being too cautious, especially on unfamiliar turf! His nostrils flared now and then, attempting to decipher the various scents, as well as pick out a potential source for water. A drink would do well this evening, but the trick would be finding a good source. He knew not if there were any ponds or lakes nearby, but with a little luck, he'd stumble across something.
Ever so cautious, Chandar made his way, blue eyes bright and suspicious. All seemed quiet and still, but the spirits were up to meddling, and unbeknownst to Chandar he was heading straight towards Sakura! It was only when he caught the flash of color and picked up on the sound of hooves against the earth that he froze and glared out before him. Damnit. He hoped she might turn away before she saw him, hoped the night time might let his coat blend in to the shadows. Unfortunately though, he was green. . . and a rather bright shade at that.
Half holding his breath, ears pricked and eyes focused only on the touch of pink before him, the stallion waited to see who or what it might be. Fleeing would only draw attention to his trail, so for now he'd hope that creature might turn away on his or her own prerogative.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 10:35 am
The pattern of the walk lulled the mare deep into the sanctuary of her mind. Her life and existence seemed so simple now. No strings attached, no worries, no qualms. Everything around her was suddenly harmonious, and she slotted into the web of life so smoothly it was as though she was just a breath in the passing of time. Soft, rose-colored eyelids lowered gently over her ashen eyes, closing off one sense but instantly heightening all the others.
Suddenly she could feel every brush of every blade of grass against her legs. She could hear the way the wind curved around the tree in front of her, and without a glance she looped around it gracefully. With the wind came the tastes of a million different things at once. Here was that fresh green tang of vegetation, inter-spiced with the aromas of pollen and decay. The tinge of moisture wet her tongue, letting her know that water was nearby. Cool shadows danced over her back with each passing step, painting intricate portraits that would last no more than a fleeting millisecond, yet were always present in the continuous movement of light and dark.
And then there was that strange sixth sense. The one that told you if you were being watched. The one that jerked you awake in the middle of the night, heart pounding in your chest for reasons you don't understand. The one that made your spine prickle uncomfortably with apprehension before disaster happened. And with it she felt life. She could feel the presence of millions of creatures around her, each a tiny p***k on her awareness. Insects filled everything with a low buzz, millions upon millions of them hiding in the foliage. The plants had a deeper, yet slower existence. They pulsed with a quiet life, not noticing the scurryings of the legged-creatures. Small animals were bright sparks that flitted through. A bird overhead, a weasel in the foliage. And there, the brightest of them all.
Her eyes opened in surprise. A soquili? Here? The sudden jolting open made light flood onto her retina, causing her pupils to rapidly constrict as she squinted. But even through the bleary vision she could see the unmistakable luminous green. No other creatures worse such bright and extravagant hues. She knew, she was colored one of them.
Curiosity caught her, pulling at her inner serenity and bringing her thoughts closer to the forefront of her mind. Her connection with the world around her diminished, though it was still there. Very, very faintly. She nickered gently, sure he would be as surprised to see her as she had been to see him in this isolated area. But he'd probably already seen her. She didn't exactly blend in, not even in the rapidly diminishing light. "Greetings." Her head bobbed up and down faintly, her voice not much louder than a whisper. "The night is beautiful, is it not?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 1:09 pm
Chandar suppressed an inward groan as the soquili approached. He had hoped that she might have continued on her merry way, or even if she had stumbled upon him, might have continued on without stopping. Why did so many sorts believe that crossing paths with a stranger instantly meant they had to converse? Couldn't soquili just carry on without feeling a need to socialize or speak or . . . .
Bah.
Chandar's ears flattened a bit as the mare stepped forward. Even as night began it's shadowed grip, he could easily make out the mare. She was rather vibrant in color, various shades of pink. Still, she was an unusual breed, with a horn spiraling from her head, fluffy, feathered wings, and a lions tail. Alicorn. The stallion knew enough about soquili to know the definition of the breed, but he'd yet to actually cross paths with one. It was rather unfortunate, really, Chandar would have much preferred he met none on his travels. . . .
But that really wasn't ever going to be the case.
As the mare greeted him, Chandar knew hew as stuck. Her words, while perhaps might have stirred some sort of feeling in other stallions, did nothing. The evening was beautiful? Was it? Blue eyes looked up to give the surrounding evening sky a once over, before he snorted some and pawed at the ground. Beautiful . . . beauty wasn't something the stallion thought much about and certainly didn't seek out. "I suppose," he added with a shrug, voice low, almost a grunt.
And that was likely it. He wasn't poetic in heart, he didn't notice beauty in the world, he just . . tried to get by, day by day. To Chandar, the world was an ugly place, and his bitter heart didn't often grant him an ability to see the softer and gentler side of life. Blue eyes stared at Sakura, waiting to see what her next move might be. He wasn't exactly friendly and was terribly rusty at interaction. He also didn't trust her . . . one could never leave their guard down, after all, and she had an advantage over him with her wings and horn. Just let her try to fool him. . . . no . . . Chandar was no fool. (Or so he liked to believe.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:07 am
Ashen eyes watched, unwavering as they observed the stranger before them. The brief glance upwards; the impatient foot stamp; the gruff reply. All echoed of a soul that simply did not care, or was uncomfortable around her. But the mare was unperturbed. Perhaps on the outside he wanted her gone. Perhaps he wished to be alone, to enjoy the misery of the night. On the inside, however? All Soquili strove to connect with someone somehow, even the bloodthirsty murderers. Her ear twitched backwards at the thought, her jaw tensing for a brief moment.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly let out the air in the form of a sigh and leaned her slender body against a sturdy-looking tree trunk. The knots in her muscles slowly untied, slipping back into their relaxed states. My father is avenged, she reminded herself, There is one less killer in this world, no matter how noble she believed her intentions to be.
Her eyes lingered for a moment longer on the stallion before her. Black as night, yet with green markings that seemed to be of a papillon nature. It was this intense color that had at first drawn her eye to him. But his most striking feature was his eyes, staring back at her. They were a bright, piercing blue, a clear yet brash color that reminded her of the cold of winter.
"You suppose." She echoed gently, the corners of her mouth crinkling upwards into a smile. Yes, this male most definitely reminded her of her old acquaintance, Roman. Slowly, she broke the eye contact, tilting her head up towards the dimming sky. A few lonely stars blinked away, far up above her. "The first stars are always so eager to shine, they end up shining alone. It takes a while, but the others soon join them. Then they all shine, together, so much brighter." Her voice rumbled softly, her wings shuffling by her sides into a more comfortable position, making it clear she was here to stay, as she twisted her neck to stare back at him, "So why does one like you shine alone on such a fine night, when most are tucked away asleep?"
It was only on later reflection that she thought that perhaps she ought to have introduced herself, as per protocol, but the idea did not cross her mind until it was too late. The conversation was begun, and her curiosity pulled for an answer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:37 pm
Chandar grimaced some at the alicorn standing before him. He was terribly uncomfortable doing this 'socializing' thing, and struggled to find appropriate words and phrases. Idle conversation was not his strong suit, and this conversation seemed to be the epitome of idle. Why on earth did soquili feel a demanding need to talk to strangers?
Tearing his gaze from the mare, he listened to her words. What was she prattling on about now? Stars and their shining? He felt his eyes narrow in frustration as she continued to speak. Why was she referring to him as some star, as some shining thing!? Was she referring to his coat, the green that almost glowed in the dark? Was this how she talked to everyone she met? Such pretty words. . . . He didn't like it. They made him feel uncomfortable, made him feel stupid and boorish. He was a plain male, and didn't expect others to pay him much mind. . . especially a mare like Sakura.
Not only was she an alicorn, but she was likely some pretty sort of mare. The sort who was high maintenance, the sort who would turn him out as soon as his defensive nature got the best of him. Retreating a few steps, Chandar gave a snort. "I wander alone because I choose to . . .and in part because those others are asleep. It's quieter." There. While Chandar wasn't often a forward stallion, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, this mare might get the hint. His tail flicked a bit, and his blue eyes stayed only on Sakura. Thankfully, being pink meant he wouldn't so easily lose her in the darkness. That way he'd know where she moved . . . and he could just as easily keep his distance.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:56 am
Perhaps imagery was not her forte, though. His response was much simpler than her poetic attempt.
The stranger's eyes seemed to bore into her flesh, ice piercing through her thin layer of skin to send a slight shiver running down her spine. But then again, who could say whether the shiver really was from the stallion's gaze, or from the gentle breeze that slowly but surely sapped the heat from the surface of her body? Sakura shifted her weight back onto her feet, pulling away from the cool bark of the tree. Once his words would have seemed preposterous to her. But now?
"Solitude... has its benefits. As does silence." Her words were slow, her mind mulling over them for a few brief moments before choosing to speak. Ashen eyes turned to gaze back at the dwindling sky, her mind still thinking. The stallion was reluctant to be around her, that was certain. And she was happy to go back to her silent inner reflection. But... her peace had already been broken to a degree, and she no longer felt the urge to slip back into a meditative state. Something pulled her to stay with the stranger, even if only for a little bit. Solitude was indeed pleasant, but for a social soul tempted with company, it suddenly seemed much less appealing.
Already he was edging away. Her hoof crept forwards. It was not quite a step, more a subconscious movement towards him. "I can be quiet." She lowered her tone of voice, turning to stare back at him as intently as he had been at her. It was not a plea, more a promise. A faint hope that for that brief moment she might stay.
Silent company is better than none.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 9:05 am
Chandar kept his icey gaze on the alicorn mare before him. While he had never met an alicorn before, he couldn't bring himself to trust her or even relax his guard. He had learned the hard way as a young foal what life could be like for a fool, and he would be damned if he ever was dubbed such a thing. Just because the mare was of the delicate sex, and her intentions seemed harmless enough, didn't mean a thing. The scars on his body were a daily reminder of how easily one could find trouble, even in the most unlikely places.
Poor Sakura. It was unfortunate that, of all the stallions in the world to meet, she had bumped in to Chandar. While he wasn't quite as bitter and spiteful as he had been in earlier years, he still was a most unpleasant sort. Defensive, easily angered, and not at all cultured. He had grown and matured out of necessity, and love or care had been a foreign concept. He took care of himself and that was purely that, poetry be damned.
Hmph.
As she took a most subtle movement closer, Chandar held his ground. His long, ebony tail flicked in annoyance, and his own gaze held her own. She conceded to silence, and a part of the stallion breathed a sigh of relief. Well, so long as she was quiet they didn't have to speak. Idle chitchat or conversation, especially with such a pretty-worded mare, was not something he wanted to do. He didn't have poetry or flowing phrases, he wasn't a soft sort of stallion. . . it was better this way, anyway. Just because he didn't speak though, didn't mean he relaxed.
Silence overwhelmed the pair, but he found little peace in such a thing. Crickets sang their melody, the wind played with the grasses, but Chandar still felt threatened. The mare was going to stay, it seemed . . . so now what? Minutes ticked by, the stallion considering his position, and considering the alicorn mare. "What is it you want?" He finally broke the silence, most suddenly, by his inquiry. Though his words were harsh, they weren't cruel . . .though it was unknown whether or not Sakura would hear the difference.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:39 pm
For a few minutes, silence descended upon the pair. Though she could feel his cold gaze upon her, she dropped her head to the ground and proceeded to n** at some blades of grass. It wasn't that she was particularly hungry, she just didn't want to break the unsteady truce that had seemed to form between them for now. So, naturally, she started doing completely useless tasks to keep her body busy.
But still she could feel him watching her. Occasionally her own ashen eyes would flicker up briefly to cast a curious glance back at him. He didn't seem overly hostile, or he would have tried to chase her off, but his stiff demeanour indicated that he still wasn't comfortable. The silence grew, tension building.
Sakura shot him another glance. Quiet didn't normally bother her, but it was more the forced nature of this particular silence that seemed so oppressive. Her eyes flickered back down to the ground, where she noted with interest that the stallion had one green sock the same color as his hooves. His tail was long, trailing down by the floor, much like her own leonine tail did when she didn't have it slightly curled to keep it in the air.
A fly landed on her neck. She shook out her mane, sending its tickling feet off her body. The movement helped her relax a little more, her mind starting to drift slightly to the sounds around her. The wind through the treetops, the various calls of unseen insects, her own quiet breathing in between snatches of grass.
Then his voice broke her wanderings, pulling her attention back to him. What did she want? That was a good question. She raised her neck, tilting her head to one side contemplatively. The urge she felt to be with him had no real intention behind it. She just naturally gravitated towards other members of her species. An almost teasing glint lit up her pale eyes, "How about a name, stranger?".
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:40 am
A name.
The mare wanted a name.
Chandar's blue eyes never left her, even as the awkward silence dragged on. She was a peculiar looking unicorn, her coat almost obnoxiously bright, even in the moonlight. It was a strange color really, pink, and she had long, braided mane that dragged next to her. Granted, the stranger really wasn't doing anything in particular, but . . . . why had she sought him out this night?
They could have just as easily continued on their paths, without speaking, without drawing in this awkward stance of silence. There was tension on the wind, and the blue eyed stallion really had no idea why she lingered. He was not an amicable sort, he was not gentle, and he was not soft like so many in the Kawani appeared to be. So why? It wasn't as if they knew each other, it wasn't as if he cared to get to know her. . . .
Ugh. Mares. Frustrating creatures, really, but at least she wasn't snarling at him like Beatrix had when they first crossed paths. At least she wasn't hostile and looking for a fight.
A name.
"Chandar." He replied quietly, letting his hoof paw at the ground. It gave the appearance of annoyance, but in reality, it was just a habit he had gotten in to. He wasn't nervous, per say, but he didn't like to just stand and gape either. Sure, he had no real place to be, but lingering in one area, with some stranger alicorn, wasn't exactly comforting either.
". . and you?" It came out before he had a chance to stop it, and the stallion regretted it instantly. While a very tiny part of the stallion did indeed desire to be social (as no soquili was an island, after all) he also didn't want her to think he had legitimate interest in holding a conversation with her. Speaking of the stars and the poetry of the land was . . . ridiculous. . . . and not meant for the likes of him. He was a hardened soul, comfort, beauty, gentleness. . . it wasn't something he was accustomed to, something he didn't know how to handle. And conversing with such a . . .female . . . .like this alicorn he feared would fall heavily in to those latter categories.
He wasn't good company, he knew that. He was also fairly sure this stranger would figure it out quick enough, if she hadn't already.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:40 am
"Chandar? It's a pleasure to meet you, then." She said, bobbing her head gently, thrilled that the awkwardness seemed to have dissipated slightly, even if it only seemed that way to her. "You don't meet many folk wandering around this neck of the woods. Especially not at this time." But there she was, letting her mouth run off with idle chatter the second the stallion had said just three words to her. Mentally chiding herself, she held her tongue just a little. After all, she didn't want to spook off the only company she'd had for days.
Besides, there was something about his silence that just spoke of a mystery willing to be unravelled. Why did he wander at night? Who was he? What led to his gruffness and hard exterior? With her curiosity sparked, the mare knew that she would be disappointed if she had to leave without talking to him even a little more. It was like that time with Roman, when she was much younger. She had no reason to stay and talk to the sharp-tongued stallion, yet they had ended up happily butting heads. Well, maybe 'happily' was a subjective term, but still.
Her ashen eyes, glowing pale in the moonlight, moved sideways to look at him again intriguingly. The way he pawed the ground; his cautious replies; that brief flash of... regret? that passed over his features. None of it was missed by her. How can two souls from such different worlds still hold something in common, even if all we share is four legs and an equine body? She pondered, comparing him to her own self. Whilst he was cautious and reserved, she was friendly and open. What made a Soquili like that? Was it a rough past? But she hadn't exactly had the easiest of lives herself. Maybe it was the way you took those memories and the way you interpreted them, that would make more sense. Maybe his life had been even rougher than hers, and if the tables were turned she would be more like him.
She pricked her ears forward with interest, her musings rolling around her mind. "I'm Sakura." Her leonine tail curled upwards to wave from side to side as she indicated the pink dots on it that gave her the name, due to their odd resemblance to cherry blossoms. Maybe he wouldn't understand the reference, but it didn't matter. Somehow she didn't think he would be interested in an explanation of her parent's choice of name for her.
There was another lull in the conversation. One of her ears flicked halfway backwards as she dropped her gaze. She wondered if he would speak first or if she should say something else. Idly, she noticed the tip of her braid trailing along the ground. Using her teeth, she grasped her mane gently and pulled it up a little higher, letting it rest on her back. She didn't particularly mind it getting dusty, or muddy, or anything really, but it would be a pain to try and get it sorted out again later. Or so she told herself. Maybe her actions were just there to fill the silence.
But she was determined to get a conversation out of this horse, if it was the last thing she did. What to talk about, though? It best to get him into a slow flow of conversation, rather than to ask something that he'd probably just evade. But what could start said conversation?
"Don't you ever get worried about travelling in the dark? I mean, there's all sorts about, even if you don't bump into them often." It wasn't much, but it seemed to avoid anything too personal that might scare Chandar off. She made no mention of her own travelling habits.
It would have to do.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 11:02 am
The stallion was clearly uncomfortable. He had never been easy around strangers, had never been comfortable in their presence. He preferred to keep to his own council, to keep to his own, and did what he could to avoid having to spend the company with strangers. Chandar was mistrustful, aloof, and a solitary creature by nature. How often had he been burned? How often had be he been turned away by the world's spite? The bitterness within him was not something superficial -- he had good reason to be the way he was, and the scars that marred his black coat were clear.
So, to find himself with a chit-chatty mare, one who seemed far too intent on talking to him made the stallion edgy. He wasn't good when it came to conversing freely, and deep down, all he wished for wast he pink mare to be gone. He gave a small snort, a grunt really, in acknowledgement to her greeting and her choice words which followed. He was an abrasive creature, even when he tried to temper himself. He had grown up primarily alone, even as a foal, so social cues and elegance was not his strong point.
Nor did he have a desire to make it so.
He was just fine alone.
This mare this . . . Sakura . . . was something else. She was vibrantly pink, and had some sort of cheerful personality that almost seemed fake. Why should she care if he worried about travelling in the dark? "No, I'm not at all concerned. There are sorts about even in broad daylight, so why should night time be any different?" He added stoically, giving her a baleful look. "Do you?" He questioned, quirking a brow as his blue eyes studied her cautiously. She didn't know what sort of stallion he was, didn't know what he was capable of. Perhaps he was no kalona, no monster, but he was a fighter, and a damned good one. She didn't know where he came from, didn't know his history and yet . . .here she was. . . talking to him as if they were friends.
Not very wise at all.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 1:16 pm
For a moment, the mare stood stock still, ghostly dread filling her legs with lead. Memories pranced unbidden into her thoughts, haunted shadows dancing in her eyes. A promise broken. Hopeful yearning slowly dying. Capture. Abuse. Psychological torture. Death. Confusion. But through them came resolution, new hopes, dreams, serenity, peace, understanding, life. Her expression hardened into one of determination and perseverance, though the chuckle that escaped her next was tainted with bitterness.
It was a dark, sarcastic laugh, one that whispered of knowledge far beyond the mare's years, of dark deeds and injustice and wrongness. "I've seen enough unspeakable acts happen during the daytime, that the night can hold no more fear. Being afraid of the dark is something I will leave to the innocent." Her eyes rose to meet his, clarity emerging through them as she observed him sharply.
Chandar, too, had been wronged in his life, hadn't he? He wasn't just a sullen, quiet individual, he was afraid of others. It was only then that she noticed the scars criss-crossing his pelt, lost in the dwindling light to her unsearching gaze. She almost, almost felt pity for him, but she knew that this last thing he wanted, the last thing he needed. After all, did she look for pity from others? No! If it was offered, she quickly set them straight with a few, albeit kind, words. The past does not define you, not entirely. She had overcome hers. The memories were there, but she had accepted them, she was at peace. They couldn't hurt her anymore.
No, only fools were deserving of pity, and this stallion did not look to be a fool. Instead, she found herself issuing him a mental challenge. Daring him, wanting him to ask more. Her eyes edged him on. To ask her how bad her life was, to prove that his was worse, that he had the right to blow her off like he wanted. It was a fierce expression, one that Sakura seldom wore, yet it showed her true self more than anything else. She was not made of rainbows and a happy countenance, no matter how friendly and polite she tried to be. A fire burned within her, purging away her past, freeing her to the world, to finally enjoy it in any way she liked. And she wanted to talk to this stallion.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:21 am
Unfortunately for Sakura, Chandar was a stallion that did as he pleased. Her change in nature, from the soft-spoken, foolish mare to one with hardened determination and a new fierceness did nothing to stir his wonder or his interest. If anything, her admittance, her lot in life caused the stallion's glower to to grow. What did he care about this mare? What did he care about her words?
He didn't.
Giving a snort, the stallion gave a heavy flick of his tail. "Well, doesn't that make you special than. The innocent, star gazing mare, and her traumatized history. If you're not afraid of the dark, than why question whether I'm concerned about such a thing? Do I look the sort who's afraid?" He questioned darkly, expression curled in a defensive snarl.
Chandar was many things, but he was not afraid of others. Perhaps he had his own fears to be found in facets of others -- fear of trust, fear of betrayal -- but he was not afraid of meeting them or crossing their paths. He preferred his own solitude because his temper and lack of patience with the stupidity of others were quick to be crossed; he was not a gentle stallion, he lived his life with the knowledge of skinwalkers, starvation, and neglect. He did not fear the unknown, or the dangerous. . . but there was much out there he did not like.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 3:30 pm
A loud snort blew out of Sakura's nostrils as she flicked her head from side to side. Her expression softened, losing the sharp, fierce edge as she forced herself to relax. Eyes melted into gentle pools of ash; flared nostrils settled; teeth unclenched slowly. A low chuckle escaped her, "Here I am trying to puzzle you out, and instead you manage to wind me up. It's been a good long while since anyone did that." She flicked an ear backwards, almost sheepishly, a small yet shy grin spreading across her face.
Sakura didn't like to get so riled up, it wasn't like her. She was calm and collected, she knew what she wanted from the world, and how to get it. Excitement was one thing, but being so competitive, being almost angry, that was unbecoming of her. She was completely free, she had no reason to be bitter about her ordeal, about her father and Syntyche and everything. It was in the past, and though it had shaped her life it was no longer immediately relevant, it was far better to put it behind her. A sigh slipped out of her as she let her shoulders ease up, tension dissipating.
"You're right, of course it doesn't make me special. Everyone has a past..." Her tail slowly lifted to gesture in his direction, "The question is, why do you think you're so special?" As she spoke, her eyes dropped down to the ground, her voice low as though she spoke only to herself. A soft flare of curiosity began to glow deep within her as she mulled the matter over. It wasn't an accusatory question. Her tone was purely of puzzlement.
It was true, she realised. Chandar was the exception to his own rules. He got what he wanted, to slink away into the shadows, regardless of what others wanted. He was rude and brash, anything to get rid of strangers. But what did he think gave him that right, that allowance to cast everyone else aside? Why was he so much better than others? She wanted to know.
"And no, you don't seem like the sort to be afraid. What I'm wondering is why?"
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