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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:46 pm
This is a private RP between II--Gen3sis--II and Uta  If there was anything Musso was certain of, she was downright pissed. The gall of that stallion just infuriated her to no end. He may be a lord but by damn the next time he disrespected her she'd go off and never give her blood to him again. As she made her way roughly through the trees she growled in annoyance and kicked a nearby unfortunate tree trunk. How damn dare he insinuate such a thing, how dare he. The dull thud of her hooves against the bark gave way to a shower of leaves falling onto her, mixing in her mane and tail. Another growl came lowly from her throat; great, now she was dirty and needed to find some water to give her the ability to pick out those damn leaves.
She didn't exactly care how loud she was being or how obviously distressed and pissed off she was. No, it didn't matter. She'd feel sorry for the next animal to cross her path, that's warpath to be precise. If Musso had it her way she'd get further under the skin of that Vlad just to piss him off even more. That'd be a great game to play yes it would. At least it'd give him a reality check that he wasn't just going to use her for his own entertainment and then just throw her away, no, just no. Screw that. If he was going to pull that type of crap then she had every right to just up and leave his presence for good. She could have a lot more fun else where. Now that it was decided in her mind's eye that she'd do that it was time to find somewhere else to relax and fix her appearance. Hopefully she'd be left alone long enough so no unfortunate soul would come upon her in such an unsightly state of not being clean.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:43 pm
Stepping lightly through the woods, the stallion kept alert. He was unfamiliar with the land he walked, and didn't want to find himself heading in to territory not his own. Especially if said territory was hostile to kalona kind. Other than keeping an eye out for his own well being, he kept an ear open for those who might be in need. A flurry of movement, a cry for help, a moan of pain . . . Anything that might mean his presence was needed! It was his duty to serve others, it was his calling. And this evening was no different. Someone out there might need his aid. . . . but who and what and where only the spirits knew.
It was as he approached the stream that Reject first heard Musso. It was a flurry of sound, a snarl, a growl, and much commotion. Glowing yellow eyes lifted and he paused, ears turning this way and that as he assesed the situation. Was it danger? Perhaps . . .perhaps. . . but it also sounded as if something was thrashing or possibly staggering its way to the stream. Did they need water? Did they need aid?
As a large beast, there was little that intimidated Reject. Granted, he didn't like to socialize, and was quite a shy creature, but physically kalona, skinwalker, there was little he felt physically second class too. He wasn't a killer, but he knew how to defend himself . . . even if he rarely attacked and did his pest to encourage peace. So whatever was out there left him curious. He needed to know . . . he couldn't in good grace abandon someone that might be in need. So he would investigate. . .
Thankfully, the stallion didn't have far to go. A creature pushed out of the darkness. They were leaf colored, dark furred, and a little difficult to possibly assess. Crimson stained their hide, but the stallion couldn't tell if it was blood or marking. The wind was still, and he wasn't close enough to get a good scent. Perhaps what surprised him most was the glow of red coming from its eyes. . . . . and what looked to be a strange horn upon their brow.
Keeping his wings closed tight, doing his best to keep in the shadows, the stallion watched. He wouldn't give away his location if he could help it. Besides, if what appeared to be a mare was hostile, he would just as rather avoid a fight. So . . he'd wait and see.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:05 pm
The hostile mare continued her trek through the woods with little care. Her mind was solely set on getting to that nearby watering hole and getting herself clean. Nevermind wandering enough to come across any wandering animals or other soquili. Even if she did, she doubted they stay for very long. Most would shy away before she got too close. This was mostly due to fear she had decided, fear of the unknown, fear of what was different than the norm. But honestly, she could care less. If they wanted to be that immature let them. If anything she'd just roll her eyes and keep moving if they came into sight and began to judge her. Judging...she snorted at the thought....just like that damn Vlad. Always judging others. Didn't he realize that those types of games were not her fancy?
Either way, if a hostile soquili came into place she'd feel quite bad for them. She may not have a set of fangs or spikes, but she did have her horn. And she knew how to use that horn rather well when needed. Call it a protective calling when those who would tease her relentlessly got physical. Luckily for her that hadn't happened too many times as of late. It was worse when she was just a filly. Her sister Flashback had it way worse and sometimes she would have to stand between the attacker and her sister. However that was going to be changing soon enough if she had any say. How dare her sister become closer to the stallion. He was hers for the taking, nothing otherwise.
A snap of a relatively nearby twig caught her ears and she paused for a moment to listen. She cocked her head to the side and closed her eyes for a moment to get a better bearing, lifting her head enough to sniff the air. Her nostrils flared, it was another soquili, she was sure of it. But they weren't moving if her hearing was as good as she had hoped. Did they move on without her noticing? Or were they still there watching? Either way, she snorted and began to move forward once more, this time a bit slower. Should she call out to them? Let them know she knew they were there? Granted, if they weren't there than she needn't bother. She'd just look crazy.
... oh well, she might as well make the best of it and come out looking crazy.
"I know you're out there. You may come out if you wish."
She may have been pissed but it wasn't the other soquili's fault. Granted, she was still on a bit of short fuse so if they did piss her off it wouldn't take much to make her snap.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 12:28 pm
The stallion watched as the other seemed to give pause in their walk. Ears had pricked, and that red glow disappeared as the creature studied its environment, attempting to pick out what might (or might not) be out there. Reject held his breath and waited, hoping that maybe the other would move on. There was no need to fraternize with a stranger . . . and with how alert the other moved, he realized more and more that it wasn't in any sort of pain or need. It wasn't suffering, wasn't hurting, wasn't calling out for help, so there was no need to expose himself.
He didn't want a fight, a battle. Not when he was so thirsty, and not when battles only meant someone getting hurt. Reject felt bad enough that he needed to feed off the meat of others, that now and again he did have to kill. He found no pleasure in the hunt, and did what he could to end the pain and suffering of those around him quickly and efficiently. There was no torment in his kills, and he did what he could to show the body he ate from every respect. When he could, he'd feast on carrion, or the absolute old and those suffering. But . . . it didn't ease the guilt from his soul, even when he knew he was one of the more humane carnivores.
The minutes wore on, and finally the other seemed to make up its mind. Continuing toward the stream, the voice called out. It was indeed a mare, and one who had called his bluff of stillness. Crap. This put the stallion in an awkward sort of predicament. Not only was the mare going in the same direction he wanted to go, but the water was right there. . . . Chances are, she would linger nearby, possibly for hours, before continuing on.
And his thirst couldn't wait hours. He himself couldn't wait hours in this area. For if she didn't spot him, someone else would. Thankfully, he noticed clearly that there were no wings upon her ashen form. That gave him an advantage if things did get a little ugly or rough. If he had to take to the skies, than at least she couldn't follow. . . .
Heaving a heavy sight, the stallion took a chance. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed out from the thick foliage. He kept his head low, trying to hid in his massive, tangled and gnarled mane. There was the softest jingle of the star and moon charms that dangled from his strange horn, and a bright, yellow glow of his eyes. He said nothing, made no real reply, though he kept his gaze strictly on Musso. He also did his best to give her a wide berth. He didn't want her to think he might attack, or worse, have her suddenly charge him unexpectedly!
No. He came for water, not for conversation. Slowly, ever so slowly, he tried to edge his way towards the stream. His large visage was great, but there was not fierceness in his body language, only (perhaps) a sense of anxiety. Of fear. The scars that riddled his body were obvious, some newer, some old; there was no hiding he'd seen his fair share of battles or the slightest lingering scent of blood. While he tried to stay clean, he had a lot of hair that often dragged against carrion or the kills he ate. He was indeed a formidable sight. . . .
But it would be up to Musso on whether hr lingered.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 9:41 pm
Startled Musso stared wide-eyed at the rather large black stallion near her. The first thing she saw was the large horn on his brow with a small star that seemed to dangle in front of his nose. His glowing golden eyes captured her sight almost as fast as the curved horns behind his ears. Her ears flickered forward is silent alarm. Only one breed had horns such as those. Her gaze then trailed down his neck and thick mane, trying to verify what she was sure was the case. When her eyes met the large wings plastered to his side, almost bat like, her thoughts were confirmed. He was a kalona. Musso almost panicked and bolted. But she remembered the long, almost Unicorn like horn on his forehead and looked to his tail for yet another verification. When she met the correct sight, she sighed inwardly in slight relief. He had a normal soquili tail. That meant he was of mixed parentage. However she was still a bit wary, did he eat meat? Did he hunt?
Musso backed away a few steps to give him a bit more space, which he seemed to be doing the same to her. His silence didn't really unnerve her, but it actually proved to make her curious about him and his intentions. She saw him eyeing the stream nearby and she decided to take a risk. He didn't seem to be in the want for attacking her. That was certainly a huge plus in her book. Anger forgotten for the time, she spoke calmly to him. Hopefully that wouldn't set him off and eat her.
"Ummm, hello there. If you're thirsty you're more than welcome to the stream. There's plenty to go around."
Out of respect Musso made sure to keep a respectable distance from him. His countenance seemed almost...shy? She didn't want to spook him off nor did she want to give him the impression that she was going to attack him. That and she knew she'd rather run anyway if a fight ended up trying to happen. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.
"I..."she began and hesitated, "I'm Musso Koroni. I apologize if I disturbed you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:58 am
Reject felt her red gaze fall upon him, and suppressed a shudder. His entire visage was tense, wary, but he made sure without a doubt to actually avoid looking upon Musso. Not only was she a stranger, and appeared not to be hurt or wounded, but she was a female. Somehow, while stallions were the quickest to drive him away with a barrage of threats, females were much more judging. Perhaps it was because they often fled out of fear, or looked at him with pity, confusion, hate. . . . They rarely were the physical aggressors, but he knew the emotions that often sparked in their eyes.
It made him uncomfortable to be stared at, but he tried to ignore it. Stares came with the territory of being a mixed breed. All he could do was hold his breath and hope she moved away and fled. He didn't want to begin to guess what she might have thought of him at this time. Chances were, her thoughts and assumptions were all wrong.
Edging his way slowly to the stream, her voice suddenly broke the silence. His ears twisted, and he froze, considering her words. She was actually speaking to him. . .? Oh gods . . . . if she was speaking, she would probably assume he would talk back. But conversation was not Reject's forte, and he honestly had no idea what to say. Slowly, ever so slowly, the stallion turned his head so his yellow gaze regarded her. . .
Musso Koroni.
She had a name, she had a voice, and she was still staring at him. The stallion felt his thick tail give a small twitch in anxiety. Still, how often was he encouraged to drink at the waters edge? Was she not afraid of him? Did she not know that he was a killer or smell the blood that often stained his hair? Maybe she was choosing to disregard such things. And . . .she was apologizing to him!?
Craziness.
Quickly, the stallion averted his gaze and looked back to the welcoming stream. "You didn't disturb me. No apologies necessary." He spoke quietly, his voice foreign to his own ears. Unsure what else to say - he didn't dare give her his name, for he had none, and the one his family had dubbed him wasn't something he enjoyed spreading. Quickly, he pushed his way up to the stream and lowered his head to drink.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:52 pm
Musso couldn't help but give a small discrete smile as she watched him move forward towards the water to drink. He didn't seem all that bad; shy maybe, but not terribly mean. For that she was grateful and relieved. She did take note that he didn't offer her a name, but she didn't want to push the matter. Continuing to give him as much space as she could she took to the other side of the stream so she could see what she was doing whilst pulling out the twigs and leaves from her fur and hair. When she saw what the damage actually was she cringed. She looked terrible; and the stallion saw her as such! Was he judging her for it? Why she even cared she couldn't fathom, but it didn't matter. Her appearance needed fixing. Quickly making work of the leaves on her back she spared another glance at the stallion she was sharing this area with. Musso wanted to say something else, but she wasn't sure what. He intrigued her; made her want to learn more about him. But she doubted he would be very receptive to the idea. That was alright; she would make small talk as best she can before they parted ways.
Just as quietly as before, she tried to talk once again to him, "Are you new around here? I don't think I've seen you before."
Safe question, one he could answer as vaguely or as detailed as he wanted to. Musso felt kinda proud for that. Twisting her neck around she went to work on getting the twigs and leaves out of her tail. A few pulls created a few muted curses as her hair was pulled to hard, but she eventually got them all out. However, unfortunately for Musso, it was going to be a bit harder to get the twigs out of her mane. Normally Vlad would take care of them for her as he could get to them easily. But that b*****d was being all sorts of an a** towards her tonight. She wanted to have nothing to do with him if he was going to continue to do so. Her pride wouldn't let her but she'd be damned if she didn't get them out in time before seeing him again. That would bring up loads of teasing from him, teasing she didn't want at this point.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:37 am
Reject was relieved that the ebony coated mare didn't seem terribly obnoxious or nosy. She was keeping the distance he had created between them, and wasn't edging closer or approaching without his consent. Not that Reject ever gave his consent for others to draw near, but that was his own issue, his own demon. He was shy, but he had good reason to be. His life hadn't been particularly easy, nor welcoming, so in turn he grew defensive and rarely welcomed strangers in his life.
The only time he ever drew near was when someone was in great need. He was a healer, it was his life's work, but that didn't make him particularly welcoming. A gentle soul perhaps, yes, but also avoidant and difficult to really get to know. Conversation wasn't easy for him. . . especially when others pranced right up out of nowhere and demanded he speak to them.
Thankfully though, this other mare, this Musso, seemed to be more concerned about the leaves and twigs that she sported upon her coat. While his focus was to drink, he wasn't so unobservant but to notice that she did look a bit ruffled. Granted, twigs and leaves covered his own mane and thick tail, but they dragged everywhere. He'd long since given up attempting to keep his mane and tail decent. . . it was just too much work, and he wasn't so vain as to care.
As he finished his drink, the mare spoke again. She questioned his arrival on whether or not he was new. Honestly, Reject didn't entirely know how to answer. He was unfamiliar with this particular area, but he never stayed in the same place. He was constantly on the move, but with no real direction. He went where the winds took him, where his hooves stepped, or where he was chased. . . This woods was no different then the woodlands he'd traveled as a youth, or even months prior, Reject really made no distinction. So whether or not he was new to this are, he very well could be. . . .
"I don't recall these lands as ones I've traveled yet. But all woods appear the same to me." He spoke quietly, gently despite his large stature. His voice was solemn though, with little inflection or care. It also sounded just a smidge rusty. . . A few moments passed before he gave a small flick of an ear, his yellow eyes turning towards Musso to better regard her. "I'm not surprised you haven't seen me. If it isn't apparent now, I prefer not to be witnessed or noticed when I can help it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 1:27 pm
The mare listened closely at the stallion's words, appearing thoughtful as she did so. From his stance and words he seemed very introverted, if not shy, and Musso couldn't help but smile inwardly at the thought. He wasn't scary, just...different. It was rather nice and comforting to think about. She was different, many soquili avoided her for her looks, especially her glowing eyes, so she could relate on that front. Shaking her mane one last time she dipped her head downwards to take a long drink from the stream.
"Well," she began as she lifted her head to smile at him, "I welcome you here regardless. And I can certainly see that you don't like to be noticed. That's alright. I understand. Most soquili fear what they don't comprehend."
And Musso certainly did understand. The looks, teasing, and harsh words were still very much in her mind even after her years of foalhood. Most soquili didn't like her for her dark pelt and morbid type markings. They were afraid of what she could do. But what could she do? Sure, she had a long horn on her forehead to protect herself with. But it wasn't like she ate meat. That was reserved for skinwalkers and kalona. She was neither. She was merely Musso, a wanderer up until Vlad came into her life and introduced her to his little family of sorts.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 12:48 pm
Reject was still fairly uncomfortable in the presence of the mare, but it was pleasant knowing that she didn't appear to judge. She hadn't screamed or snarled at him, she hadn't gone racing away in hopes to alert some nearby herd of the kalona's presence. Furthermore, she hadn't approached him with untoward advances. Curiosity, a blathering mouth, honestly Musso was strangely a refreshing change. She gave him space, her voice was quiet, and he could appreciate the darkness that seemed to paint her appearance.
Her gaze was beginning to glow the faintest of reds, and from the last of the evenings light he could see the markings she was painted with -- shadows, greys, and what appeared to be screaming ghosts and faces. It was easy to assume she was made up of monsters and all things dark and cruel, but Reject knew that the outside often meant very little. He looked like a fierce killer, but he was not. . . .
Ears twitching, the stallion said nothing for a long moment. Conversation was never his strong point, but Musso had at least some form of intelligence on her. She struck the nail on the head bringing up how strangers often feared what they didn't understand. "And so few take the time to learn, or at least to understand." He added quietly, giving a small paw of his cloven hoof in to the dirt.
Such was the story of his life. He had all but given up trying to explain himself or his intentions to those he met. Though some had asked, those that he helped heal, he rarely fessed up to his story. There was no need, no point. Besides which, it wasn't something he liked to speak about anyway.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 12:38 pm
A bitter smile of sorts painted Musso's mouth at the stallion's reply. His words rang very true, almost overpoweringly true. She felt that she could relate to this male on a number of levels, wasn't sure why yet, but something told her that in his life he had more than his fair share of cruelty from others. And it was that fact that made her heart reach out to him. Musso knew exactly what it felt like to be judged for her appearance. The cruelty of their words used to sting and pierce deeply when she was still a young filly. She couldn't help but remember one time where two colts kept pulling at her tail while another filly taunted her for her pelt, telling her she wasn't good enough.
With her now glowing red eyes Musso looked up at the kalona, a steady look that, while pretty neutral, held just a bit of bitter sadness.
"What you say is very true. Most would rather take flight or taunt and tease. Cruelty seems to be becoming pretty normal in these parts. All we can do is ignore them and stay true to who we are. Don't want to give them the satisfaction of allowing their words to become true."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:15 pm
Reject stayed quiet, listening to the mare's words. There was a moments comfort, an odd feeling for the stallion. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she too appeared to have gone through some troubles in the past. If it were earlier, he might have wondered if she too sported physical scars from those that turned them away, from those that wanted more than just letting them roam alive. Reject himself was covered in ample scars from attacks over the years . . . .but . . . .such was his lot in life.
He was a nobody. A dark shadow that helped where he could and demanded nothing from the world in return. What he often got were mixed feelings, uncertainty, anxiety, and general fear; he didn't stay in a place long enough for his reputation to come to light. There was no reason for it. . . . Especially since there was no guarantee the right reputation would appear.
Still, the smallest part of the stallion could appreciate this mare's words. He was . . . . content to linger as she did keep her distance, and didn't seem to press him to speak. She respected his body language, his space, and seemed to understand the difficulties he faced. It was . . . a refreshing change. Very refreshing. Lifting his head carefully, cautiously, he peeked out of his thick mane to get a better look at the female.
His guard wasn't easing, but he was . . .cautiously . . . relaxing. His ears didn't swivel around as much as they had, his wings relaxed ever so slightly against his sides. He was always prepared for a quick take off, but right now the world was still, quiet, and calm. "This is true. It is unfortunate hate has become so widely received. While it is good to be cautious, alert, and even afraid . . . soquili are frequently too quick to react." It was almost a sigh, one touched with a hint of regret. Desptie his words, he understood why the reacted to him as they did. . . . he didn't blame them, but every now and then, he wished that maybe, just maybe, they too would give him a chance.
He was stuck between two worlds, mistrusted by his unicorn heritage, and loathed by his kalona side. He didn't really belong anywhere, except in the shadows. At least they didn't judge.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:01 pm
The silence between the mare and stallion seemed to shift a bit, moving from an awkwardness to a peaceful, mutual understanding. At least, that's what Musso was starting to feel. It proved to be a rather calming effect as well and a part of her was rather glad. Especially when she realized that this stallion, to whom she still did not know his name, had made her earlier anger with Vlad dissipate. It was rather surprising given at how angry he had actually made her, normally her anger would stay around until she had found some way to vent it out. A few trees, some bushes, and a pile of rocks would understand that well. But alas, she didn't feel the need anymore to do so. It was....refreshing
With a flick of her tail she moved back towards the water to gaze down at her reflection. Her glowing eyes gazed back at her not in a taunting manner like normal, but almost...serene and peaceful. This was definitely new and made her slightly nervous. Not nervous at the stallion, who she could still feel his gaze upon her, but at her own reactions. She wasn't used to this. Noting a few more leaves in her mane she gave it a good swish, watching as they floated along the surface of the water in which they fell into. Flowing with current without a care in the world. It was something Musso was beginning to crave. Odd as though it was.
"Forgive me," she spoke softly this time, almost as if she were in thought, "I do not seem to know your name. If that is too bold of me I apologize. Although I may have to start calling you Mister Shy in case we continue to cross paths."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:50 pm
Reject watched as the mare picked her way delicately to the shore, leaning in to look down at her reflection. The soft crimson glow of her gaze reflected easily off the waters, reminding him of his own yellow eyes. As she shook out her mane, he himself turned to stare down at the water, still partially hidden behind his thick locks of mane.
He hated to look down at himself, even in the darkened pools of water. His glowing gaze made it easy to trace where his ears and muzzle were, the fangs that occasionally peeked out of his maw. He didn't like what he saw, never had, and likely never would, but there was no changing who he was and what he'd been born. The softest of tingles could be heard, as the star and moon charm wrapped so delicately about his horn clinked softly together with his every movement.
He was certainly something else. . . . but it was . . . almost pleasant that the mare before him hadn't forced him in to small talk. She hadn't judged him, hadn't quivered in terror, or demanded to know his reasons for trespassing in these woods. She was . . . letting him be . . . and he could appreciate such a thing.
Her voice did startle him somewhat out of his thoughts, and he twisted an ear her way, turning his head to look upon her once more. His wings shuffled a bit, folded but becoming more relaxed against his sides; there was no need to really hide them, it was obvious she could tell exactly what he might be. A name. . . . she wished to know his name. . . .
"I don't remember." He finally stated, giving the slightest of shrugs even as he glanced back down at the water. "Just call me . . . " He hesitated, trying to figure out if Mister Shy was really a name he wanted, or if he fessed up to the only thing he could remember. . . . No. Even if being dubbed the Reject wasn't exactly full of fond memories or moments, being dubbed something like Mister Shy seemed (somehow) kind of worse. "Just call me Reject." He didn't exactly figure they would cross paths again. He wasn't planning on staying in the area long, as he never did stick to one path. . .
He kept on the move, on the go. There was no need for him to linger somewhere, and he worried about his well being if he did. Not many took kindly to a hunter moving in as a neighbor, after all. Still, he wouldn't tell Musso this . . let her believe what she wished. They would part ways, and likely ne'er cross again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:23 pm
“Reject…”the named rolled off her tongue quietly.
It was an odd name choice that was for certain. Especially since he said he didn’t know his real name. But alas, he had his reasons she supposed. And that was his choice. She could respect that. Tilting her head towards him thoughtfully she took in a deep breath, watching as his wings shifted at his sides. A hybrid of a kalona and a unicorn; that certainly wasn’t something she got to see every day. And yet it was something that she welcomed. He wasn’t scary. Tall and big, definitely, but not at all threatening. Now Vlad, he was something to be reckoned with. Double wings and a bite that matched his temper. But here was Reject, half of the same breed but yet totally different in temperament.
Taking one last look in the cool waters below she moved again until she was a bit closer to the tree line in which she originally came from. A look of doubt crossed her eyes. A sudden feeling of not wanting to go back to Vlad echoed in her mind. Musso was sure he was still pissed at her, wanting her to stay away until he deemed it worthy for her to return. It wasn’t a comforting fact. But alas, Reject didn’t need to hear all of her woes. That would just be wrong. So instead, after looking into the trees for a brief moment, she turned to look at the stallion one more time. Doing her best to not show her growing anxiety of returning back to a place she wasn’t sure she was welcome back yet.
And yet again, she wanted to see this dark stallion again. His presence was calming, collected. So much different, and yet somewhat the same in what she was used to feeling before with Vlad when she had first met him. It was quite confusing to say the least. She had just met Reject, and in a very different manner than Vlad. It wouldn’t make sense to already feel calm around someone you didn’t fully know yet. But the pertinent question remained despite her inner musings, would she get to at least see him again another day after her thoughts were cleared?
“Do you think we will meet again?” she asked even more quietly before she could catch herself.
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