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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:30 am
This is a private solo RP for Nisshou H's Lycoris, Roarke and Farren. Please do not post without express permission. ((Now with height visual!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:59 am
The days had grown short and cold. Even when the sun could get no higher in the sky it was frigid. The humans had taken to avoiding the elements in any way possible to keep warm. From where the brightly colored mare stood she couldn't see any humans but she had passed by them on her way to the east. She didn't envy them. They had no natural protection. They weren't like her or her kind. They didn't grow thick coats against the cold.
No, they killed and took the coats of others to keep warm.
She shuddered at the thought before shaking herself roughly to get rid of the feeling of someone creeping up on her. The motion dislodged the red blossom from behind her ear and she watched as the flower drifted down to the dusting of snow on the frozen ground. Her head drooped to see it. Her flower was dead. She glanced back to the one still clinging to her tail. It had wilted and dried as well. Neither of them had survived the first frost of the year. They were not hardy flowers; they grew no protection against the weather.
"I am sorry..." she said softly as she reached back to pluck the flower from her tail. She brought it back around and gently set it beside its partner. "There is nothing in this world to help you now." She bowed her head low to bid her flowers a peaceful rest and as she whispered her unusual prayer to the spirits a wind picked up. Her pink eyes snapped open and she watched as her blossoms were whisked away by the spirit wind.
That had certainly never happened before.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:38 am
For once Roarke was actually doing something other than napping the day away. The chill in the air made napping a bit uncomfortable even with his thick coat. Perhaps it was for the best, he did have certain duties to perform uneventful as they may be.
His cloven hooves fell in even beats as he walked along the river's edge his long tail dragging behind him sweeping his trail clean. It was his duty to maintain peace along this stretch of water to protect the life giving water itself. So far he had seen nothing to warrant action of any kind. The few creatures he had passed drank peacefully or chatted pleasantly to one another. There were no signs of anything toxic, most everything was dead for the season anyway. All and all it was promising to be an exceptionally uneventful day.
He stopped in his tracks and looked up to the sky. "Not that I'm complaining about peace...but wouldn't it be better for things to be quiet when there are other things to be doing?" He received no reply, only a strong breath of wind rippling through his hair. He frowned, it was an unusual wind for the stillness of the day. Was there a storm coming in? A second wind, just as strong seemed to answer in the affirmative. He lowered his gaze from the sky and looked out across the sparsely wooded area to see a pair of unusual flowers skittering across the ground and tumbling over each other.
Roarke furrowed his brow as he crept toward the mysterious blooms. They were old, withered and looked as though they had been cut from their stems some time ago. Something wasn't sitting right with him. The weird wind, the strange flowers, there was something going on upwind and he fully intended to find out what. With a slightly out of place serious look he headed off into the woods to try and find the source of the plants. Everything told him that if he found the plants he'd find trouble.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:33 am
The wound on Farren's leg still smarted. It had closed up and was healing well enough but there would be a scar. He could tell. A scar shaped like that accursed kalona's front teeth. A scar marring his otherwise flawless hide.
Farren scowled at the thought as he continued on his way through the forest. He hadn't been bothering to hide behind his gentlemanly mask recently. There didn't seem to be a point. He had found exactly what he had been looking for since his arrival and she had called the hounds on him. They'd trapped him, attacked him and run him off. He'd run all the way into the east to get away from those crazy females and in the time it had taken him to get here a new bitterness towards the world had taken hold of him.
His perfect end had been snatched away from him. His dreams set to flame. There was nothing like what he wanted here. He'd just have to find something else to do with himself.
As a wind blew by he raised an eyebrow. A pair of flowers rolled past him carried across the ground by the wind. "What in the...?" He watched them depart before turning to face the direction of the wind. There was something over there and he was going to find out what. He turned and trotted down a new path with snow still lying untouched on the ground. After several moments a second wind blew this time kicking powdered snow into his face. When his vision cleared he found himself looking out into a small clearing with a mare the same color as the flowers standing in the middle.
His brow twitched slightly as the corners of his mouth curled downward. This was the owner of the flowers he imagined. "You dropped something." He said his voice flat. This wasn't as interesting as he'd been expecting.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:58 am
Lycoris couldn't help but smile after her flowers had departed. Her flowers withered and died with relative frequency though she was uncertain of the causality. There were a few warm places she could venture to obtain new ones once she felt prepared. The flowers were her friends and had been even in her lonely childhood. They were more than just plants to her and even if they weren't toxic to ingest she wouldn't eat them. She treated them with respect and upon their passing gave them ceremonial honors when they could not be buried.
Today it seemed as though the spirits had plans for her dearly departed friends though. Her gaze turned to the sky as she silently thanked the spirits for giving them purpose beyond their time. Her answer was another wind blowing over her face and shaking the bare, frosty branches of the trees. The sound was eerie and unsettling. Something about it sent a chill down her spine that turned to a jolt at the sound of someone's voice.
She turned on the spot, slightly wide-eyed, and looked for the origin of the voice. She only relaxed slightly to see that it was an ordinary, white stallion. Something about the dour expression on his face still left her a bit on edge. "I didn't hear your approach." She said glancing around the area. Had she been so distracted that she couldn't even hear the familiar crunching of the snow? Had anything else sneaked up on her? It didn't look like it.
"I'm sorry..." She said turning her attention back to the stranger. "I dropped something?" She didn't think she had dropped anything. Other than her flowers she didn't have anything to drop. Oh wait. Her flowers. He must have seen them blow past. "Oh...you mean my flowers...right?" She felt a little silly for having taken so long to figure it out. "I did not actually drop them. I set them on the ground."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 8:33 am
Wonderful. He was dealing with a skittish mare and a top class dolt all rolled into one hot pink package. "Yes, I mean your flowers." He said with his best exaggerated 'you're so clever' tone. "Well done."
Oh yes, something in Farren had snapped. He radiated a barely restrained crossness as he approached the mare. It wasn't that she had done anything wrong. It was just that he'd been playing nice for far too long. The charade had grown old long ago and he'd been keeping at it anyway. No more. There was no reason to pretend that he was pleasant any longer and he had years of frustrations to vent. This mare just happened to be in has path.
"It's wasteful, you understand, to drop things and let them blow away." It wasn't. He knew it, she probably knew it, he just didn't care. "It's more beneficial to crush such waste into the dirt. You agree, do you not?" Farren continued to bore down on her. By all means he was not the most intimidating creature. He was practically the same size as this mare and wore decorations like a female as well. He looked frail but all the same he knew that he could still frighten others. It was something in his dark eyes. Something dangerous that still sent people fleeing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:35 am
Roarke set a quick pace as he wove his way between trees following the direction the winds had come from. Eventually the trees opened up onto a snow coated path marked only by a single set of hoof-prints. He didn't take the time to examine the trail, he could hear voices coming from up ahead. They didn't sound angry or even all that threatening but he was still duty bound to check it out. Whoever was up ahead was still within the boundaries of the river he was meant to guard.
The openness of the path allowed him to move more quickly and so he darted along the path keeping his eyes open for the participants of the conversation. He found them with little trouble. Two mares in a clearing, one bright pink like a spring flower and the other pale white like fresh snow. No wait, he slowed to a walk but didn't stop his approach, that white one was a fellow. A fellow that was clearly up to nothing good. Everything about his posture reeked of aggression towards the mare who didn't seem to have a clue what was going on.
"There some trouble here?" He asked with his charming but strangely foreign accent as he stepped between the pair. He kept the mare behind him to protect her as he faced down the stallion, literally. He stood nearly a full head taller than the pair of them. His size was some sort of residual trait that had skipped a few generations like the rest of his stoney appearance. He towered over his parents as well. "It's not nice to pick fights with the fairer kind you know." He fixed the stallion with a hard look as he settled into his stance taking on the appearance of a great, horse shaped, bolder. If the stallion wanted trouble Roarke wanted him to understand exactly what he was up against and it wasn't a mare.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:25 am
Lycoris didn't know what she had done to anger this strange white stallion but it was pretty clear something had set him off. Her eyes widened in fear as he started lecturing her over dropping her flowers. It wasn't the subject matter itself that was frightening but the way he was saying it. With a more pleasant tone this could all be a casual conversation, one that she had encountered many times, but it was clear enough, between his body language and his overly serious tone, that he was threatening her.
"I-I..." She stammered trying to work out a response. Why her?
As if by magic, just as she was finding herself at a complete loss of words, a stone colored giant strolled onto the scene. At first she was almost certain that he was here to get a piece of her as well. He had kalona blood in him, she could see it in his horns. The only thing that stopped her from running then and their was the sound of his voice. He didn't sound threatening, he didn't even sound mad. He sounded like a stallion that had just come across some old friends doing something silly.
Who spoke like that to perfect strangers? She didn't know him and it was pretty clear from the look on the white stallion's face he didn't know the stone one either. And then, just like that, she could no longer see the white one. The giant had gotten between Lycoris and her aggressor without a second thought.
She peered up at him not sure if she should be grateful for or completely confused by his actions. He was scolding the other stallion like the other was a petulant child. Whoever he was Lycoris was pretty sure he was on her side in this whole mess.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:43 am
"Great." Farren grumbled as the fluffy kirin crossbreed strode up to them. Farren could see what he was easily enough. He'd had enough experience with nearly all the breeds to be able to pinpoint what a fellow soquili was at a glance. More important than all of that, though, was one significant detail. This guy was trouble.
He looked on with disdain as the stallion got between Farren and the mare. He could see bits of hot pink sticking out around the male's bulk but couldn't see her face. Was this some friend of hers? He was pretty quick to act if he wasn't. This was just perfect. He picked a mare that had a body guard.
A wiser stallion would have turned around and left the two in peace. Farren rolled his eyes and held his ground. He'd dealt with muscle heads like this before and perhaps adopting a little bit of his old tactics would be okay just this once. "No, there's no trouble." He said meeting the stallion's harsh gaze with a cold look of his own. "I was just talking to the lady about her flowers and the proper disposal of them. Isn't that right miss?" His eyes locked on to the largest bit of pink he could see.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 9:00 am
"Well that's interesting." He said slowly as if in thought. The tip of his tail flicked against the ground with a dull thud. "I'm sorry to say that I have to call your bluff. You see," he started, nodding his head to indicate the mare behind him. "She seems to appreciate my interference or she surely would have said something. Tough luck, chap." He managed to look truly apologetic for a moment before turning his back on the white stallion. If he had any sense he would leave. If he didn't he'd learn first hand what sort of weight Roarke's tail truly had and that was a blow most people chose to avoid.
"Now, miss, is there somewhere that I can escort you where you'll be safe from further harassment?" He flashed her a genuine smile, forgetting about his predator's teeth, as he looked her over. She was the same color of those flowers that had brought him here. Come to think of it the white stallion had mentioned flowers too. Roarke wondered, briefly, if those flowers had been hers. If they were than the spirits were clearly looking out for this mare's well-being today. Imagine that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:10 am
Lycoris had wanted to dispute what the white stallion was saying, the trouble was he wasn't actually lying. They had just been talking about flowers. He had just been unusually threatening about it. Thankfully the newcomer didn't seem to buy it.
He turned to face her but although his words were charming his smile sent a chill down her spine. Those were most certainly the teeth of a creature that would tear the flesh from your bones just as quickly as they would chat about the weather. Lycoris swallowed. While she was certainly not the most submissive mare out there she was also not fool-hardy enough to trust a mouth like that. There was no way of telling what his intentions were. Even if he was not in the mood for food there were still other things to be wary of.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate your help but I think I can find somewhere safe by myself." She wanted to leave but she wasn't sure she should turn her back on him. Instead she found herself staring at him nervously waiting for him to make a move.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:23 am
So this stallion thought himself to be very clever. How quaint. Farren scowled at him. If he was any smaller Farren would have charged him right then even with a slim chance of winning. A height and weight difference this severe was not something to take lightly, however.
Scoffing, he turned to leave the two when something interesting caught his attention. The mare. She didn't know his name and she didn't seem to want his help. Farren turned back with a cold smirk. "Sounds like she doesn't trust you chap." He said as mockingly as he was able to manage without sounding completely foolish. "And why should she? You look the type to attack the second the attention's off you." It wasn't much of an insult but it was good enough to give Farren a warm fuzzy feeling.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:36 pm
This was something Roarke wasn’t used to. Usually people were happy for his help and mares especially so. Mostly they didn’t seem to care that he looked like a vicious beast since he was such a nice fellow. The only ones who ever seemed to care about that were the ones he was facing down.
So when the mare refused any further aid and started regarding him with a fear filled expression he quickly stopped grinning. And just in case he had missed her nervousness there was that white stallion to point out the obvious. Roarke rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the other male over his shoulder. "Thank you for that, but I'm sure I could have worked that out on my own. I do posses a brain unlike some creatures I might point out."
He redirected his attention back to the mare then. "And I promise I mean no harm. If you'd rather be on your way then I won't stop you. I could. But I won't. You have my word."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:47 am
Lycoris wasn't sure why the white stallion seemed so pleased with himself. She might not trust this stone colored stallion but she trusted this swan stallion even less. She couldn't just dismiss his taunts though. He wasn't lying. The stallion who was currently promising her safety looked very much like he could kill her. There was no telling if he was trying to trick her or not.
What would really happen if she left?
She took a single step back watching the stallions carefully. They looked back but otherwise made no motion to go after her. Lycoris would have to trust and bet her life on his promise. She took a deep breath before spinning about quickly to race off into the woods toward the mountains. Would they pursue her? If they did would she be able to outrun them? These weren't her normal grounds. She didn't know what tricks and turns might be waiting for her in the trees. Still, she wasn't about to turn back. That would be the worst possible move.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:59 am
Farren snorted at the stallion's retort. Was that really the best he could come up with? A child could have come up with something better really. Nothing about this stallion, apart from his size, impressed Farren. He wasn't witty and he didn't even have the charm to convince an empty headed mare to trust him. Farren watched with great amusement as she ran off into the woods without saying a word to either of them. He didn't even think about heading after her for a second. He was finished with her. There were plenty of other stupid, cheerful mares out there to play with. That one hadn't been special. She'd just been the easiest to get to at the time.
"Well then, fluffy, I'll be off as well. There's no point in my staying." He said giving a dismissive flip of his tail as he turned about. "I have places to go and people to see, I'm sure you don't understand." He smirked, oh no, this stallion had nothing on him.
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