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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:26 pm
Even freedom could not make her any less wary. True, she would be safe from those rare skinwalkers, but there were fiends that could fly as well. Much to how she was positive she could care for herself if threatened, she did not want to chance her luck. Even she couldn't be around her mate all the time, and that, in these vast lands, meant she needed to care for herself--something she'd managed to do well, even before meeting him. She was no longer quite as naive as she had been since leaving her family, but nor was she jaded.
With a proud flick of her head that sent her feather fluttering, she trimmed her wings to descend, tucking them close to shoot towards the ground, the rush of the dive making her heart leap and flutter to a hummingbird's wingbeats in her chest. Adjusting her wings, she soared upwards again, revelling in the height, in leaving the ground, the world behind.
Royal, deep purple eyes that were shot with crystalline blue were half-closed against the wind, against the speed, and she shifted her rapid climb into a spiralling ascension, instead. Those very eyes drew across the sky before returning to the ground, watching and observing from on high.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 3:40 pm
So it was a rare sight to see the figure glide above the tops of the trees. He kept himself low to the ground, dodging over a small grassy plains and making a bee-line straight for the parallel woods. The walk wouldn't have been long, but Reject found himself feeling far too exposed, even in the middle of night. It was likely a herd might be resting in the tall, autumn grasses, and he didn't want to take a chance. So it was with stealth and swift precision that the stallion took to the sky, his disheveled mane and tail nothing more than a streamer behind him.
Ugh. Flight.
It was only as he reached the tree line that he caught movement above. A glance up revealed that he wasn't a lone this evening, and he couldn't help but feel startled. Damnit! One glance and note that it was a wind caused the stallion to drop altitude swiftly. Like a thief in the night, he bolted in to the foliage, no doubt attempting to escape from Aleera.
He didn't want to be found, he didn't want a wind to interrupt his routine. Furthermore, there was a good chance the creature would sound the alarm and let others know that a kalona was in their lands. He wasn't a pure kalona, but not much good came from those with leather wings. All Reject could hope was that his shadowed figure hadn't been spotted. . . perhaps whoever that was flying in the sky missed his trek from one woods to the next. . .
Glancing up above, trying to see through the foliage, the stallion held his breath and waited. He wasn't in the mood to fight, and wasn't in the mood to get run out yet again. With luck the spirits would draw the wind away and his quiet routine could continue unabated.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 6:54 pm
Sometimes, the Spirits delighted in toying with mortals, a kind of quiet glee in causing paths to cross.
And the half-Kalona and Wind's paths would, indeed, be crossed.
He didn't exactly stick out, necessarily. Had Aleera not been looking at the ground intently in her sweep, she would have missed him. As it was, it was his mane and tail, the flash of somewhat lighter gray from his back that caught her interest as she levelled out. Had she seen a horn? She wasn't sure, but the wings - stretched out in marvelous flight - drew her eye.
So he was a Kalona, or perhaps simply a mutation.
As he disappeared into the folliage, the golden mare began a slow descent, spiralling lazily. There didn't seem to be a purpose, but she was looking for a small meadow on the inside of the wood that the Kalona had disappeared into.
Her eyes lit when she found it, and she glided lazily, out of sight of the treeline, as though she passed on with little more care than the wind might have to brush over the leaves and grass. Her hooves touched first, wings flared wide and strong to brake her forward momentum. Those same wings, tipped in dusty chocolate, settled on her back and she stepped with eerie quietness towards where she had last seen him enter.
And so, the Wind would attempt to sneak up on the half-Kalona, straying away from any twigs to snap underhoof.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:39 pm
For a moment, Reject almost believed that he had pushed himself in to the foliage unseen. The wind had passed over head, completely without care (or so it appeared) and had disappeared from sight. This was both good and bad. For while he could hope that she had carried on without turning back, it also meant he had no idea if she landed. For a good while, the stallion kept still, ears straining to listen for any sound of movement in the surrounding woods. One snapped twig, broken branch, or a shuffling of foliage was all it would take.
One breath.
Then another. And another.
His wings began to relax, and Reject decided that it was time to continue on. There was no immediate danger, though these woods were foreign to the beast, and he knew lingering in his position might not bode well. If he was spotted, he didn't want someone to investigate where he had been last seen. Giving a small shake of his head, the stallion began to pick his way through the underbrush, completely oblivious that he was making a beeline straight towards Aleera.
There was no wind to favor a direction, and while he was alert, he also couldn't help himself from making a little noise. His obnoxiously long mane and tail dragged against the ground, and while he could be step lightly and avoid the snapping of twigs, there was no way to hide the soft shuffle of hair against ground or disturbed leaves. Thankfully, his glowing yellow eyes and the softest scent of blood (once again due to his stained hair) often kept the curious away.
((Apologies for the short post!))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:47 pm
. o O ( No need for apologies! <3 )
Aleera, unfortunately, was no more familiar with this area than Reject was, which put them on more even ground even though the pale gold mare had the advantage of stealth, for the moment. Her ears were held erect, listening for the faintest sounds as she carefully moved her body along through the trees, halting as she thought she heard something.
The tips of her ears quivered in nervous anticipation.
On the bright side, if this curiosity was hostile, he was just as grounded as she was. On the less than bright: she was grounded, all the same. She stood stark still, rotating her ears to pick up on more of the very faint sounds, made all the more faint by the slight sounds of those within the night.
...it was about the time that she could smell old blood and saw the glowing eyes that she realized that Reject was there, and she wasn't proud enough to deny that her heart skipped several beats and kicked rapidly in her chest. But she held her ground and watched, and waited. She didn't hold herself aggressively, but nor did she appear completely passive. Curious, however? Definitely.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:04 pm
The stallion thought he heard the softest of sounds, but he knew very well it might be nothing more than the movement of other animals; a rabbit scurrying to the brush, a deer skittering to less populated thickets. Breath quiet, the stallion had fairly good night vision. Being a nocturnal creature, and often keeping himself hidden away to the darkest of crevices and woodlands meant he was quite adjusted to the evening setting. . . .
But he was not naturally a nocturnal beast. His hearing was only so good, and his eyes were small. Though they glowed a strange light, it did nothing in helping him see, and made him much more visible a target. C'est la vie. Those that did see him quite frequently turned tail, especially with the sight of his rams horns and leather wings.
Perhaps the mare would do the same.
Sure enough, the stallion found himself quite unexpectedly stumbling upon some sort of soquili. Aleera's pale hide and feather wings made her stand out against the darker shadows and trees of the woods. It was easy to see she was another soquili, a wind it appeared, and though she was still, he instantly grew concerned about her reaction. Would she scream? Would she take flight and flee? Would she call upon others, warning them of his presence? While he did eat meat and hunt . . . he never hunted other soquili, and certainly did his best to kill only those whom were old or sickly, or better yet, finish the carrion of others. But Aleera was no meal. . . . the question was, how would she respond to his presence?
Dipping his head, hiding allowing his long mane to hide his face, as well as his glowing gaze, the stallion said nothing. His wings tightened against his back, and he willed himself to disappear in to the shadows. Just let her pass . . . she might be curious, but he didn't dare trust her or her intentions. How many seemed curious only to draw trouble to him?
The scars on his body were proof that life for the stallion was far from simple or easy.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 6:36 pm
This mare was unlike many others, not only because she didn't scream or flee, but because she came looking for him...but without malicious intent that so many others had. While her reasons weren't entirely simple, nor were they overly complex, she didn't quite understand them, aside from the curiosity that had driven her from the skies in the first place.
The pale Wind stood her ground, though one of the ears she had erect and pointed towards him swept back. This was one of the few indications of potential unease. It tipped forwards again, and flickered back--a motion that repeated itself several times, but each pass was a little slower than the last.
She stood there, silent, watching Reject and slowly tipping her head to an angle.
When the half-Kalona lowered his head, both curiosity and wariness elevated quickly. Still, she didn't move, gauging his reaction and the way he held his wings to himself. It was hard to make out, especially in this dark light, but she could faintly see several scars, most notably the larger and more visible.
"You hide..?"
Aleera didn't have a booming voice by any manner of means, but here she spoke very softly. While her tone carried some slight surprise and more than a small dose of curiosity, it was apparent that the soft, gentle tone was paramount. And yet, she was still wary; tricks of this sort weren't uncommon, but until shown otherwise, she wasn't going to act.
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