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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:25 am
Night had fallen on the swamp, and the Croatoan loped through his swamp, patrolling his territory. The fireflies were out tonight in force, flitting about the stallion and leading the way as he walked. Something was in the air and the Croatoan felt the need more than usual to leave his mate at their den and check on his swamp.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:38 am
 Terra wandered aimlessly. Her mind was set on what she needed to do but she had decided to take a detour from her journey. At least for a little bit. it would help her to clear her mind on what she needed to do to accomplish everything. First she needed to track down her first member of the Blood Moon Carnival. From there she'd learn what she needed to do to follow the trail. There had been rumors that something patrolled this swamp but so far Terra was batting on zero. There had been nothing seen in the last few hours.
Now suffering from numerous insect bites Terra shied and shook away the bugs that continued to buzz around her. If she was in her bat form well ... that would be another story. She'd be feasting on all the delicacies.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:01 am
Stepping out of a small pool of stagnant brackish water and onto the soft mossy ground, the Croatoan took in his surroundings. The fireflies swarmed past him into the brush and returned, hovering like a glowing cloud about him. So, it was this way. He walked toward the area the fireflies had shown him and noticed a strange mare not too far away from the brush. She really didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before, with wings and a head that did not look like a horses. Slowly, he approached the mare.
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:30 am
Terra snapped at a cloud of swarming fireflies. The insects didn't really bother her too much but it was more working off frustration. This place seemed deserted. Had she been led astray? Confusion warred in her mind briefly. This swamp was the one indicated to her from a terrified creature. Terra made her way towards a water source before hearing snapping twigs. Well, maybe she wasn't as alone as she thought she was.
As the stallion revealed himself and came closer to her Terra's nostrils flared. The stallion smelled of the land she walked on. Was he the one she was seeking? Hmm. She bristled slightly as he neared her position. She bared her fangs as she spoke.
"What do I look like to you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:40 am
The Croatoan took in the site of her, his grin splitting his face almost to his ears. "The Croatoan supposes you are another spirit sent here by his father. Different from other spirits, though. Are you of the night?" The stallion narrowed his glowing eyes, studying her. "Something about you is wrong. Why are you so different?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:00 am
The Croatoan? Did this stallion always address himself as such? Terra's gaze narrowed as he articulated his theories. He definitely did not see her as a Soquili then if he believed that she was a spirit. How unusual. Was this really who she was looking for? Terra gave her head a little shake before her wings unfurled from their folded position. Her stance became a little more threatening as the wings opened with an audible snapping noise.
"Do you really think I am a spirit?"
Terra's irritation grew. He at least could recognize what she was. To come to this place and have no sense of recognition from the local inhabitants made the fire simmering inside of her jump into a raging inferno.
"Of course something is wrong with me! Do you think I look like this for fun? I'm cursed! I bet you haven't seen someone like me do this either."
Terra's body suddenly shrank in size. What was left of her was a bat - larger than most of the others and she took to the air and circled a few times. She let loose a series of squeaks and swooped amidst the swarms of bugs and began feasting. It wasn't like sinking her teeth into warm, living flesh but Terra found it could hold her in a pinch. Terra continued this for a few minutes before returning to her much larger size. She did not wish to be caught unawares in her small form.
"Do you want to revise your theory on what I am?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:07 pm
The stallion watched all of this in silent thoughtfulness. When the strange mare was once again in front of him in what he could only assume was her natural form, he stepped toward her again. "You have certainly convinced the Croatoan that you are as he thought... a spirit of the night. You say you are cursed, though. Are you unable to return to your realm? You're welcome to stay in the Croatoan's swamp."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:56 pm
He still thought her as a spirit. The batwalker shook her head in consternation. What was going on to make this stallion so so well set in his beliefs? Why did he assume that she was a spirit? Terra hated questions that she had no answers for. A lot of them had been going around in her mind as of late and she just wanted it to stop.
"Listen. I am not a spirit. I have a tangible form. I have not come from any spirit realm. I am a living, breathing creature like you."
Maybe this whole idea of taking detours had been a bad idea. Terra relaxed her stance before realizing that the stallion had actually decreased the distance between them. She let out a threatening snarl before bringing her the claws on her wingtips up in front of her. "You should back away. When I say I'm cursed, I mean it. Death and destruction follow me around."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:42 pm
"Some spirits can be living creatures," the stallion answered, tilting his head a bit. "The Croatoan's own father was a spirit made real. He left, though." Clearly the strange male was not right in the head. "You're different than other spirits the Croatoan has met. You are hostile, but is it because you are scared?"
He backed away though as asked. "If you think death and destruction follow you, why did you bring them to The Croatoan's glade? Did you mean him harm?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:07 pm
The mare eyed Croatoan with an icy stare. She was not a spirit. She would have known if she was one. The words that the stallion spoke made no sense at all. Her wings twitched as she starting to grow a little impatient. Then something registered in the stallion's words that made the mare pause. Her gaze widened and Terra's thoughts backpedaled a bit at the idea that she could be scared.
"I am not hostile because I am scared. I am hostile because it is my nature to be that way."
A smirk appeared on Terra's face as Croatoan backed away from her. "I know death and destruction follow me. It is because of what I am. Do you not recognize that I am a skinwalker? I have never even heard of you so why use would I have in bringing you harm?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:53 pm
"Skinwalker..." the Croatoan said, as if tasting the word. "You come from the twisted tree in the dark land beyond the Croatoan's glade? Why are you here exactly? Not many come to the glade other than lost souls and wandering spirits. Your kind... you are neither lost nor wandering. Your kind have a purpose. Death and destruction as you said."
The stallion walked closer, daring to look the mare in the eye. "If all you wish is to harm, then you are not welcome here." He narrowed his eyes in thought. "The Croatoan thinks you have other desires than chaos, though. Which is it, little spirit?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:43 am
Terra lost a little of her edge. This stallion was hitting a little too close to her quest for comfort. She folded her wings tightly against her back. Only her teeth looked deadly now. "I do not know where it is my origins lie. I remember only flashing lights, loud music, screams in the air. My purpose is of course to cause mayhem now that I am able too."
When the stallion moved closer to her Terra took a little step backward. She was surprised to find her hooves shifting to back away and put a little bit of distance between them. Her gaze locked with Croatoan's as she found words passing through her teeth. "I do have other desires. I am hunting down a certain individual that might be able to give me answers," Terra's sneer returned. "Have you heard anything of the Blood Moon Carnival?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:04 pm
The Croatoan grinned when the mare stepped back, feeling control over his territory again. "Carnival? Yes, the Croatoan vaguely remembers this from his childhood. He wandered there one night and was held captive in a fun house. It wasn't very fun." He looked at the mare, glowing eyes slightly smoldering in the darkness. "What questions could you have for anyone that came from... that place." The last words were all but spat out in disgust.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:11 pm
Terra's eyes sparked in interest. So her journey was appearing not to be in vain. Perhaps it was the correct path to have chosen. Seeking out her past instead of running away from it. Ah. Her hooves shifted and she sidled back and forth before choosing her words carefully.
"The questions I have are numerous. They will help me to locate a certain individual."
Terra narrowed her gaze towards Croatoan. To think this stallion also had connections to the hated place of her past. What else could she learn that she'd not already discovered?
"You remember the carnival. Tell me ... did you interact with any of the members that worked that cursed place?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:27 pm
"You seek one individual of many? Why this one being?" the stallion asked, features softening with his confusion. At her other question, he frowned once more. "The Croatoan only remembered one other in the fun house, a young water spirit filly that dressed as a cat. We did not speak much and once we made our escape, the Croatoan never saw her again."
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