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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:39 pm
 This land so rich in undiscovered herbs had once excited Mornhavon, but now he found it downright disappointing. He had the world at his hooves, and unlimited plants to experiment with. But that was where his problem lay, all these things he wanted to test and not a darned test subject to be found. The real problem was the size of the Soquili in these lands, they were all large brutes who he couldn't easily convince to eat some random plant he was trying to foist on them. Some had wings and could simply fly away from his demands, others told him where he could shove his silly plant and then there were a few that would rather eat him than the plant. Those were the ones he did his best to avoid, Mornhavon had no intention of dying any time soon if he could help it. Some days he wished he was back in the old lands, where everything was his size and the only worry he had was the two-leggers that occasionally hunted the herds.
Letting out a ragged sigh Mornhavon abandoned the newest plant he had found. Another experiment he would be unable to perform. Some day, preferably soon than later, he would find something amazing and his experiments would no longer be looked upon by others from his herd as dangerous but helpful and it would raise his status among them. Not that Mornhavon really cared about herd status, the higher position one held the more attention they got. He preferred to be left alone, mainly so he could do as he pleased, so having all eyes on him would be irritating to say the least. Kicking a small stone with his hoof Mornhavon slogged along, having lost a bit of his enthusiasm for the day.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 4:54 pm
It was the story of his life. He only wished he had been granted a few more hours of rest and relaxation. The kawani lands were absolutely crawling with individuals, some good, some bad. It wasn't easy finding areas he could call his own, or land he could sleep upon without disturbing his nighbors. He was big, his eyes glowed, and he looked like a kalona - complete with horns and wings. Though he was far from savage, many didn't care for such dark creatures biding their time close to their land . . . so . . . he kept on the move, usually by choice. Step by step, he did his best to avoid others, but it wasn't easy.
Today would be no exception.
Perhaps if he hadn't been so tired he might have heard the sound of movement nearby. Perhaps if he hadn't been so groggy, he might have heard the shuffling of hooves and would have bolted. Today, Reject was not at his best, nor was he quite as alert as he tried to often be. . . so today was the day he'd be discovered. For now though, he focused only on his drink, eyes closed in disgust. He didn't want to see his reflection, didn't want to be reminded of everything he was not.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:04 pm
Kick the stone. Catch up to the stone. Kick the stone again. This was the pattern Mornhavon had fallen into, it did not help his sullen mood. Stupid stone. He kicked it hard this time and it shot off between a couple of trees. As his eyes followed it they fell upon a large, dark mass at the edge of a pond. For a moment he stood there, looking over the large beast, it's black and grey hide, it's large leathery wings, it's curved horses and obscenely long mane and tail. He had been about to turn and walk away when he noticed a long curved horn protruding from the others forehead. Well the beast had some unicorn blood in it that was for sure. What the other blood was he wasn't sure nor did he really care at this moment.
Trotted up to the much larger stallion, noticing that it's eyes were closed. How odd, it was as if the beast was sleep drinking or something. Maybe he was a local or a traveler. Maybe Mornhavon could get him to try that herb he had left back not too far away. Or perhaps the stallion would have knowledge of that plant or others that he would share. It was worth a shot to ask, if not there was always that blasted stone to keep him occupied with for a while.
"Hey," he said in a quiet voice but then spoke in a normal tone as he continued. "Hey you. Big fella. You from around here?" His eyes swept up to those large wings. They vaguely reminded him of the wings he had seen on that mare a while back. Oh what breed had she said they were from? Something with a 'K' in the name he believed. Well if it didn't have to do with plants he likely wasn't to remember such a detail. Slowly his eyes moved to look at the stallions three horns and the star and moon that hung from the longest of them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:16 pm
There was something different in the air, instinct finally kicking in to alert Reject that perhaps he wasn't alone. Unfortunately, his groggy senses didn't let him know quick enough, and before he had a chance to open his eyes, a voice called out. Someone had found him . . . .
Damnit.
His gaze slowly opened, yellow glowing eyes turning to study the source. Strangely enough, he found the source to be something most peculiar - it was a miniature unicorn, stocky and petite, one who likely wouldn't come up to his knee! Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but Reject found himself to be towering over the creature. Was it just a fat foal? No . . no that couldn't be right. Whoever . .whatever . . the little unicorn was he certainly wasn't much of a threat, at least not at first glance. Thankfully, Reject was intelligent enough to know that nothing should ever be taken at face value - there was no telling what sort of connections the little unicorn had. Perhaps there were more of them, perhaps they were preparing an attack, or already surrounding him. His ears pricked, and he stole a glance around him, hoping to catch sight of any trap being laid. He was no fool. . . he wouldn't get caught so easily.
Satisfied that they appeared quite alone, Reject lifted his head and retreated a few steps from both the pond and the little unicorn. "I am merely passing through." His voice was quiet but deep, and when he spoke the glint of his long fangs could be seen off the dying, afternoon light. "I mean you or any nearby harm." He added, dipping his head at the little unicorn. It was a phrase he had learned years ago; sometimes, the sooner he reassured others that meant them no harm, that he wouldn't linger, helped. Not often, but enough to keep him speaking such a thing.
He wouldn't be a burden to the little creature much longer. Retreating a few steps more, he opened his wings to shake them off, preparing for flight. He felt uncomfortable knowing he hadn't heard the approach of the other, and didn't want to wait around for him to call his kin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:32 pm
Wait. Were his eyes glowing? Mornhavon had to blink several times to ensure he wasn't hallucinating. Perhaps smelling that herb earlier had affected his vision. But no amount of blinking made the glow go away. How peculiar. Mornhavon had never seen one with eyes such as this before, granted he was pretty darn new to these lands, but none of his own kind or the other breeds that made up the herd ever had glowing eyes. As the larger stallion took a few steps away Mornhavon followed after with bunch of steps of his own. Well if he was just passing through he might not have the knowledge he sought but perhaps he could try that plant. "You could say I'm doing the same." He had taken to more and more wandering now that the herd had settled in because these lands were a veritable cornucopia of undiscovered glory.
His head cocked to the side at the stallions next words. "I didn't say you did. Look I just wanted to talk to you for a minute." He watched the stallion step back again and then unfurl his wings. Damn it! This big brute was going to fly away on him. Damn that pissed Mornhavon off whenever the creatures of this land did so. He moved his legs quickly, coming right up in front of the stallion and stood as tall as he could manage trying to look the other in the eye - though it was more like looking at the top of his chest, so he tipped his head and snorted. "Hey you big oaf, don't fly away on me so soon." Needless to say Mornhavon lacked a lot of the social skills from spending most of his time with plants and not his kind.
"Look, I just want to know if you know anything about that plant over there." He motioned with his muzzle towards the way he had come. His previous anger had dissipated enough that he could talk in an even tone again. "And if you don't maybe you could help me test it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 3:26 pm
Reject was surprised to see the creature suddenly scurry close, attempting to bridge the distance between them. Unfortunately for the little minicorn, the large stallion wasn't about to wait to see what would happen if the other did approach! All he could see was that little horn poking in to his chest. Given . . . it was unlikely it would do a lot of serious damage, but it wasn't something the stallion was going to risk.
Unacusstomed to the close proximity of others, the stallion instantly jerked back, wings half-flared. He did his best to keep a good distance between Mornhavon and himself - it was just safer that way. Really, if any looked upon the pair, it might have been a ridiculous sight. One who was so large was seemingly intimidated by the little usdia before him! And perhaps it wasn't entirely untrue . . . . Reject wasn't exactly a bold or courageous fellow, not with so many troubled years behind him.
Thankfully though, Mornhavon requested he not leave. Two black ears pricked and his nostrils flared in confusion. . . . he didn't want him to leave? And he wanted to know about a specific type of plant? The winged stallion lowered his wings a bit cautiously, not entirely trusting of the creature before him. Hopefully this wasn't some sort of trick. ". . . what plant is it exactly, that you are unsure of?" He finally managed to speak, though he never kept his eyes off the little one. He certainly wasn't going to experiment with the plant (Reject himself wasn't much of an herbivore, and wasn't exactly going to trust being experimented upon by some stranger!) but he did knkow a lot about local shrubbery. He prefered to used both magic and natural remedies to heal those in need. . . .
But 'over there', especially in as dense a forest as they currently were walking, wasn't exactly specific. There were many different plants 'over there' . . .
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:57 am
Mornhavon stared at the larger stallion, his eyes saying that if Reject decided to flee then he would do...something to him. He wasn't a violent stallion, no not in the slightest, but sometimes in the right circumstances a bit of a threatening look was all one really needed to get someone to do or not do something. Besides, with the size difference between them Mornhavon would have a very tough time doing anything to this stallion if it came to that, and even if he did try there was a very good chance he would get injured in the process. Those large hooves of Reject could crush his skull with one swift kick. So while he may be staring dangers at the stallion Mornhavon was also cautious about how far he pushed his luck today. He may not always enjoy life, but that didn't mean he wanted to be taken by death already.
For a moment there he was almost certain the larger stallion would escape him. But then his wings dropped and Mornhavon couldn't help but let out a small snort of triumph. These larger breeds may think they are better based on size along, yet this moment right now proved that even someone as small as him could get them to do things if needed. He waited for a moment to make sure the stallion wasn't just faking it in hopes of him turning his gaze away before speaking. "Over there." He said again, pointing with his muzzle. Mornhavon knew it was a vague description, for even indicating the direction of 'over there' didn't really tell Reject exactly where. Taking a step backwards then another Mornhavon looked up at the winged stallion. "It's not far." And then his eyes narrowed. "I'll show you but you can't be flying off on me. Do you understand? If you do...well...I'll chase after you!" Honestly that wasn't much of a threat, anyone could tell that Reject would make it quite far before Mornhavon would move more than a few feet. Those large wings would see to that, still he had to make sure the stallion would tell him about the plant.
He took another step back, keeping his eyes on the stallion. Finally Mornhavon slowly turned and began to walk towards the plant, though he continually looked over his shoulder every half a step to make sure Reject was still behind him. "This one." He pointed with his nose to a relatively large plant, it's broad green leaves were it's most and, as far as Mornhavon could tell, it's only distinguishing feature. "Know what it is? What it's good for?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:55 pm
Reject was not the smug sort. He was still thoroughly confused on why such a small sort of usdia wanted his help. Thankfully for Mornhavorn, the stallion was so rarely sought out or needed for anything that it piqued his interest and intrigue. Usually only those hurt or in need of rescue were granted the presence of the stallion, who was constantly the one seeking them out. Rarely was it the other way around. Either way, the long haired stallion said nothing as he cautiously refolded his wings.
All right. . . .
For a change, he'd let this other lead the way for a small amount of time. Unfortunately, while he wasn't too concerned about Mornhavorn actually attacking him, much less causing damage, he did worry about it being a trap. What if others were hidden in the foliage, or prepared to sneak upon him as soon as he stopped to investigate this questionable plant?
The anxiety welled up in the stallion, but as always, he kept his emotions stiff and in check. He had wings. He could fly. He could get away. He'd be fine. Even if he really didn't want to put himself in such a predicament. . . What was answering one question? Besides which, this was a first among firsts - maybe his knowledge of local herbs would actually pay off for a change! This could be a . . . confidence boost, no matter how temporary.
Trudging slowly, warily along after the small mini-corn, the ebony stallion watched as he pointed out the plant in question. It was green, with broad leaves, but had little else going for it. Leaning down, the stallion gave a small sniff, before turning to look at the minicorn. "It's jewelweed. It takes the edge off rash and poison ivy irritation. It's not flowering at this time of year, but the eaten or ground up, the leaves do good to relieve irritation." And that was that. He fell quiet, finding it strange to speak so much. But herbs and plants and all things remedy were definitely up his ally!
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 6:31 pm
This was an agonizingly painful and slow thing to endure. It was almost as bad as having a porcupine quill stuck in ones hide and slowly, extremelyslowly having it pulled out by someone. His face contorted slightly just at the thought and how he felt like, even though he was making some headway with the stallion, that he may very well be wasting his time. Yet, it was so hard to find someone who wasn't instantly put off by his attitude - it wasn't Mornhavon's fault they couldn't adjust to his ways - and also that not every Soquili had a knowledge of plants. Oh sure, some of them may know which plants were safe to eat and which ones weren't, yet not all of them knew why those certain ones were unsafe, just to avoid them by sight. And so, he was forced to painstakingly wait out the large brute here and see if he could indeed shed some light on the subject.
It felt like an eternity but finally he was getting results! It was similar to when he forced an unknown herb down a subjects mouth yet was not rewarded with instant results, but after time something would suddenly happen. It was when something happened that the stallion started to feel almost happy. He watched the other stallion closely, making sure there was no hint of the winged brute getting ready to make an escape before providing him with the information he sought. And yet...after a pause it seemed like he would be rewarded for his patience, what little of them he had. Jewelweed. What a silly name for an herb but never mind, he listened intently to find out what the plant could do. His excitement dropped when he found out it was a simply cure for rashes and poison ivy. A frown dropped the corners of the stallions lips and left a crease in his forehead. All that time spend convincing this great hulking Soquili to help him and the herb turned out to be a complete dud. For a moment he glowered at the plant, wishing nothing more than to crush it violently under his hoof before turning his gaze back to the stallion. "What about plants that aren't helpful...so I know to...avoid them?" He had to find something, anything that didn't have healing properties or something that could cause harm to make this day better.
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