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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:31 pm
Casting blue eyes to the left, Jumanjii' debated the endless fields before him. Just recently, he had made his way through a benign tribe of Indians. He hadn't been aware of the settlement, despite his constant travels, and was forced to face the surprise with confidence. As it stood, it had been a wise decision that earned him a pleasant evening. Remnants of finger paint could still be seen on his coat, though at this hour they began to drizzle and smear under the rain. And upon his shoulders, the two-leggers gifted him with a coarse-woven blanket as a farewell. While he was still adjusting to the material, he was grateful for their foresight and kindness all the same.
His travels were not over yet, and ignoring the sleep that tickled his mind, the stallion trotted out into the shallow grass under the canvas of clouds. Even night can prove to offer grand adventures, right?
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:21 pm
She wandered like this on rare occasions, when the world was at peace, moving through the shadows of the night and listening for faint sounds amidst the nothingness. She had observed that those in need of assistance often found too many saviors in the light of day, whereas cries for help in the night were often met with cold, uncaring silence. Though her healing powers were minute and her fighting skills hindered by her peaceful spirit, she offered what help she could and asked nothing in return.
In a perfect world, there would be no need for healing as there would be no ill-will to warrant acts of malevolence or crazed rampage. The world was not perfect, nor were any of its creatures, and if true perfection could be attained she doubted it could co-exist with the diversity present in this realm. Those who now lived would have to move on, endearing quirks and eccentricities giving way to a bland personality of utter purity with no opposing forces. It was the hardships of life that lead to growth; those who lived through the pain shone like gems while those who led easy lives were often spoiled.
This imperfect world... her ears perked at the sound of muffled hoof-beats. ... has its own charm.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:55 pm
Letting a yawn escape him, the Troll stallion paused in his trek to shake the sleep from his eyes. It was moments like this that he wished he had a familiar companion. Such as a raccoon, with their flexible hands to poke him awake or even dust against his tired eyes when they began to shut. Sadly, that wasn't the case tonight....and frankly the thought of even having such a companion clinging to him was enough to make Manjii cringe. No need for another critter following him around so personably, even if it could help. In a strange creepy way.
Ugh, he must be feeling tired with how far his mind was rambling on such meaningless topics. Kneeling forward, he carefully brushed his muzzle against the rain soaked grass. It was enough of a chill and tickle to waken his senses, and the strong scent of earth and plant was nearly refreshing. Lifting his head, the stallion peered up at the dark clouds, just able to make out their dim shapes with the moon's faint light. While the clouds themselves were still thick, the rainfall had notably started to dwindle in strength. And while he would be sorry to see it end tonight, the stallion would be happy to shed the heavy blanket after it all.
Closing his eyes once again, Manjii' stood with a calm peace as he began whispering his prayer. It was a tradition that he still held dear, giving thanks to the spirits around him and his family for their blessings throughout his life. Whether they heard him anymore, or granted his hopes and guided his paths, he couldn't say. But it was an action he simply couldn't drop, and he couldn't find a better opportunity than during a storm.
Finishing his whispers, the male opened his eyes just in time to notice a motion in the distance. While it was nearly hidden in the shade of night, it became obvious to him that another presence was active in the meadows. But who at this hour?
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:44 pm
Her gaze drifted upwards. Even the gloomy sky was charming, to those who saw the rains as a blessing... or who welcomed days such as these, as the prelude to cherished moments when clouds parted to reveal blue sky.
... to look beyond what was there to some future state that was deemed more favorable. Awendela would not presume to judge the preferences of another, but she could not help but wonder at the foreign idea. Hope was one thing... to ignore or wish to hasten that which was there in order to come to some grand preferred state seemed needlessly cruel. What were the creatures of the land to judge weather? Even those who soared through the sky- it was none of their business to categorize natural states... as it was none of hers to ponder their rights to do so.
She sighed, shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, and glanced around for something else to occupy her mind. She did not wish to leave it to thoughts of its own devising; it seemed to wander to strange places when she payed it no heed.
Her gaze fell upon the silhouette of what could only be another. A body, attached to a mind and filled with spirit... one with whom she could communicate, if the other was seeking temporary companionship. Though there was no scent of blood tinging the damp air, she did not rule out potential need of aid- some wounds left no physical trace.
She dipped her head and neck in an ancient gesture of greeting, though the other was still far enough away that she knew neither gender nor breed. Time seemed to hold still as she remained lowered, the curve of her neck seeming to pose a gentle query- Shall we?
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:32 pm
Focusing his poor vision in the direction of the other creature, the stallion remained at a courteous standstill. The shape was beginning to manifest itself, and it wasn't long before Manjii could see the petite outline of another Soquili. The glint of rain was a tell-tell sign that revealed her Unicorn bloodline, the sprial horn itself sheened with the moisture in the air. If not for those raindrops, it would have been difficult at all to see with the distance between them.
Upon her changing her stance to a lowered bow, the male Troll nearly faltered. While it was a posture of greetings, for a horned creature it could also very well mean an incoming charge. With that in mind and bringing some edge of anxiety to the otherwise peaceful stallion, he braced his legs should he need to dash away in a hurry. A fight was not in his agenda today. But after a few moments of silent staring in one another's direction, her intentions became clear. This was no challenge for a spar, but rather a permission for company.
He gave a soft-edged smile before shaking out his mane, both to rid of the raindrops and display his own relaxation towards the other individual. It wouldn't help on any account if he were to remain tense as he approached, now would it? And so he took light steps as he walked towards the other while keeping the amiable grin to his face. As the distance grew smaller, so did the influence of the night's hue and they were better able to see each other. Well, as best as he could with the use of one disabled eye.
"Well, I'll say. You must be dreadfully bored or an insomniac to be up at this hour. But all the same, it is nice to see another wandering about."
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