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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:31 pm
This is a PRP for Skah Talutah, owned by Darkmoon Dancer, and it features Melian, owned by Lady Kirin, (with permission).
A reflection by Skah, explaining what lead up to their foals being conceived through the halloween mixers.
((Plotted out through IMs, and now explained as Skah's memory of what happened on Hallow's Eve))
[ DD's Teepee ] 
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 6:16 pm
Feathers were floating down from every which way and the incessant noise from above was hardly bearable. Opening one eye slightly to glare up at the blackened sky, Skah Talutah growled under his breath. The darkness of the night was throwing the entire murder into a frenzy and it was more than annoying. Every so often a flit of white could be seen amid the blackness in the sky, and Skah chuckled quietly because he could feel the rage emanating from her all the way down here. She was furious with their disorganization as she had planned on the entire murder going out on a glorious hunt on the night of Hallow's Eve, but at this rate it would be more of a flailing swarm than anything. Of course that could still terrify most insignificants, but that had not been the White Raven's plans for the night.
Shaking out his mane, Skah unfolded his legs and stood up. It was about time he headed out, so as to not get clipped by the White Raven's fury, because he sure as hell didn't want to be around when she landed to try directing the mass from her favorite perch. No, no, he was out of here, right that instant, slinking out of their territory in the rocky pass by the mountains and headed down towards the Kawani village, hoping to find a few innocents to terrorize. After all, Mistress wouldn't miss him for too long, he would come back before dawn. Maybe he would even see if that carnival was back in town... he could definitely do with some playtime... or more revenge for last year's... mishap with the trapper.
Tail whipping back and forth behind the clawed monster, Skah quickened his pace. First a trot, then something of a canter, and every so often through the plainer terrain even to a gallop. His talons could get in the way of such speedy travel, but over the years he had gotten used to how to place them properly so as not to dig into the ground and get stuck but instead to push off with more force. He would enjoy his freedom from Mistress's gaze while he could, even if he could never join her in true flight.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:01 pm
As he neared the carnival he could hear laughter, cackling, whispers and other crowd-like sounds. Keeping to the shadows he crept closer, curious to see why there were so many gathered here, it didn't seem like the full extent of the carnival was here this year. In fact... all he could see where the remains from last year and strangely enough the Twisted Tunnel of Love was still upright and in what sounded like working order. Slinking around the edges of the crowd the deranged stallion perked his ears up, trying to catch the gist of the voices. Lots of whispers of stories and tales and sagas and poems. It seemed like there was an esteemed storyteller in the area and he was telling all the lore he knew with any that were willing to listen. But those that were devoting all of their attention to the stories would not be the best targets. Skah wanted someone else to prey on, someone more interesting, and so he kept moving, heading towards the Twisted Tunnel of Love instead.
Just as he approached it, someone stumbled into him, bumping into his chest and struggling to keep their footing. Which... Skah completely obliterated. Pouncing without a second thought, he pinned the other to the ground before getting a good look at them. What he saw, he had not been expecting in the least. He had a beautiful white mare under his claws, and in his moment of awe she had taken the advantage and pushed back. The two got into a scuffle, tumbling and falling this way and that. Strangely enough, Skah was being careful not to cut her up too much because he had an instinctual reaction of not wanting to kill her. Why? He wasn't sure. But their tumbling fight had progressed towards the Twisted Tunnel of Love, and before long they had fallen into the darkness inside.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:30 pm
When he stumbled out of the exit, all he could hear was that tinkling music reverberating inside of his head as well as out. Dizzy and a little confused, the stallion had little memory of anything past their first tumble inside. What had happened exactly? Why were none of the lights on when they went inside, like they were supposed to? And most of all, who was the brilliant mastermind behind picking the most annoying song known to all who exist to play on repeat in this damned-able ride?
Lifting a foot to rub his temples, Skah was met with a sweet scent and soft hair brushing over his nose. Opening his eyes he found that he had attained a clump of hair from the base of the mare's neck, that was now wound around his claws: a memento. Furrowing his brow he tried to remember better. He was pretty damn sure he hadn't killed her... but he usually only took mementos from those he had killed... He only wracked his mind for a mere moment before the mare came trotting out of the ride behind him, with a small nod of the head and a bemused smile she cantered off to join the crowd of soquili listening to the storyteller. As for Skah Talutah... he had planned on haunting others and yet he was the one walking away dazed and unsettled. He didn't like not remembering what had happened to him, but as his anger began to boil he decided against sticking around the crowd, not exactly wanting to run into that mare again.
He snatched a mouthful of lush grass from a passerby's basket but otherwise left the carnival behind. His trek back to the Roost was a long one, during which he came up with his story in case the White Raven were to ask. He would tell her that he had scared a few foals witless, and to end his fear-filled night had fallen a beauty of the whitest of coat. After all, he did have some of her mane to back this story up. It was flawless, really. But he would only get off scott-free if he wasn't missed by the Mistress, so best not to dawdle and make it home quick.
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