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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:21 am
[[ ** Note: Any mention of "Geostigma" is just a delusion in his head. There is no real Geostigma in the Soquili Universe.
Also, any mention of "Mother" or "Jenova" is not in terms of the Soquili that is already made. That is just another delusion of his. ]]  He was tired. Broken. Lost.
Yazoo hated this. He hated this feeling of never being able to find her. He hated the fact that Mother always slipped through his fingers... er... hooves. The stallion narrowed his gaze. He had been traveling for miles, upon miles. He had crossed over plains and forests, crossed at least one mountain, waded through rivers and lakes, if the circumstances called for it. And now he was just... tired. Mother wasn't coming. She wasn't around. He knew she existed, but at the same time, she was never showing herself. She was always just out of reach. There was one time, he thought he had seen her, but then, she was cone. He kept having visions of her when he saw other females with the slight frame she held, and each time was disappointed and angry that it wasn't her.
The stallion wanted to give up. He wanted to just go and try and live his life on his own, since his brothers were also gone from his life. But he didn't want to abandon his family. They were his life, in a way. Shaking his head, Yazoo let his hoof tap the ground a few times, trying to get his head straight. But it was never straight. The delusions and mentality in his head was ruined. Everything was gone. And he was getting highly irritated. But for now, he had to keep moving. He didn't quite like the area he was in at the moment, and neither did his companion lion, who kept pawing at the grass and snarling angrily when no rodents showed up for her supper. So, with a slight grunt, Yazoo moved forward, knowing the cat would follow behind him.
He traveled for hours yet again. Yazoo knew his body was hurting from all the walking, and half the time, from the lack of eating and sleep. He needed to rest, but he needed Mother. Or he thought he needed Mother. For now, the stallion walked, and walked. He looked around every so often, looked around for anything. Maybe he just needed to push Mother to the back of his head and worry about helping those with the Geostigma, or help those who asked for it. He wasn't a bad man, he just didn't like when things argued with his beliefs. But that was another story all together. Stopping near a forest edge, the stallion's ears perked up. He held that serious look, trying to think of where it was he would start. Shadow Creeper walked up beside him, her tail flicking some.
"... Where do we go next, my friend?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 4:21 pm
 ’It is here by decreed that you will be banished from these lands. Your titles will be stripped, your land given to those who you’ve hurt with your actions, and your blood forever tainted with your sins. Never again will you be allowed to call yourself a Daeva. Do you have anything to say for yourself before this court is adjourned and the punishment is given out?’
’No my lord. Words do not seem appropriate at this time when they will hold no meaning to those present at this trial.’
’Then so be it, Matania, daeva of the Asmodian clan will hereby be stripped of her title as protectorate of the land, banished to the south for forever more, and be banished from the spiritual house of our gods. This court is adjourned, you have twenty four hours to prepare yourself and take leave.’
Not once had Matania forgotten those words that spilled from her Lord’s mouth. Each syllable was more hurtful than the next, piercing her very being until nothing but a cold shell was left. She had lost everything, everything that she ever worked for. And to what end? A mistake that cost her people over half of their lives. She should have realized that it was a trap, that the Elyos would never actually surrender. But a part of her at the time wanted to believe that the war was finally over. That she could go back home and finally lay to rest the armor that she now wore with shame. Every night she could still hear the pounding of hooves and claws, the screams of the dying, the feel of sticky blood that coated her talons. It was to this end that made up her shame. The punishment was fitting for her crimes. She couldn’t protect anyone even if she had wanted to; she was still too young to hold the office that she had held. The other lords had said such and she should have listened. But alas she didn’t, and now….now she had nothing but the armor on her back and the haunting memories of those that died around her as the Elyos won an integral battle. Matania couldn’t help but wonder if the war was over now, if the Elyos had won because of her actions.
But now, now it didn’t matter. She couldn’t help her people out even if she had wanted to. Her value in honor stipulated that. Which, that in itself was a pathetic excuse for hypocritical thought. She had no honor anymore. She had nothing, something that was constantly a reminder for her. Nothing at all. Matania now had to find a place to call her own, to try and find a new place to meditate and find acceptance in the facts. But that was proving to be very difficult. Every time she came around others they’d balk at her appearance, the fear evident in their gazes. They would speak of a race called kalona, that she was apparently a sub-race of them, and evil. She wasn’t evil, she was supposed to be a protector, a leader. Which, at this point was laughable; if they said she was evil then maybe she was in fact evil. Maybe she was the personification of something that others feared to face. It wouldn’t be surprising.
With a silent glide she landed in the middle of a small grassland, a nearby, single tree, offering shelter for the evening. For now that would have to suffice. Matania couldn’t afford to be picky, not anymore. The dirt was easily manipulated beneath her talons, leaving imprints of her path behind her form. Her vibrant purple wings ruffled as she moved to place them at her sides as the tree became closer. Sleep was first on her mind at this point. She was much too tired to actually hunt despite the subtle rumbling of her stomach indicating otherwise. A hunt in the morning would have to suffice for now. Matania just hoped that she wouldn’t have to defend her sleeping spot and she could rest in peace. She didn’t feel the need to repeat the fight she had over a cave a few days ago.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:11 pm
 What was he doing? Wasting away his days, months, years? What was life for him? The questions were not ones that were new to his mind-frame. No. No this was a normal question for the stallion. What was he doing? Searching for Mother. But that... that he was failing at. That he was doing all wrong. He wasn't finding her. On the contrary, he felt as if he was going farther and farther back; farther away from her. He wasn't achieving his goal. He couldn't even find his brothers or Sephiroth. He was doing everything wrong in this aspect. Every last bit of his life was dead set on finding his family; and he was failing. Wasting his life? Yes. That, at the least, he was achieving. But Yazoo knew, and felt, that it was the wrong thing to do. He should be doing something. Not merely searching. No, he should be doing anything he could to help those with Geostigma; so long as he could. Even if it was on his travels to find his Mother, he should be doing that, instead of just wandering around aimlessly with Shadow Creeper. What was life? Well, at the moment, it was little more than a gift from his Mother. And he was wasting that too. Life was an important part of anyone's being. It was an important part of the world. Without life, one couldn't breath, or save anything. One couldn't move, and couldn't continue on the generations. One could only do nothing, be nothing, achieve nothing.
He was nothing.
Yazoo snorted. That mind-frame was nothing to delve into. Hell, that was one of the worse things to do. Going into a downward spiral of helplessness and nothing more would just cause him to fail even worse than he was right now. The stallion lifted his head up, holding that dignified look in his eyes that he refused to allow leave. He was a remnant of Sephiroth; it was about damn time he started acting like one. Like hell was he going to just wander around more. No. He was going to do what it was him and his brothers had set out to do in the first place. He was going to find every horse that had the Geostigma, and he was going to help every single one of them. He was going to heal them, or lead them to Mother. He was going to gather them and create his own life, his own family, and protect them. He was going to make a new family, and they were going to fight for all that could be, and would be, to save the lives of those with Geostigma. He wasn't going to allow anyone to die under his watch. He would collect them all, and save them all, and while doing that, he was going to look for Mother.
No, he was going to find Mother.
The stallion nodded his head curtly, his ears pinning back, eyes narrowing. Determination. That was the word that described the delusional stallion. His silver hair shifted along his face and neck, before he stepped out of the tree line, and into the large meadow like area before him. It was surrounded in trees, all green from the spring that lead to summer. The grass was high, almost reaching his knees; and he wasn't a small stallion, standing at around seventeen hands. His eyes flickered, looking around lightly, before they locked on a tree in the center of the meadow. The green orbs stared, rather confused at the random tree in the center. What was that for? Honestly, it was random. He didn't understand it, but then, at the same time, he felt it was just as he was. He was just a random horse, in a sea of others, looking for something that would be hard to find, in all honesty. But, that was not something he wanted to dwell on. Shaking his mane out once more, Yazoo started forward.
That was, until he saw something, or rather someone, land within the grassland he had just found himself. Yazoo stopped short, his eyes narrowing dangerously toward the creature. He had never seen one such as this. Those large wings were abnormal to the ones he had seen on other Soquili. And he could have swore he saw claws instead of hooves. Shaking his head in slight disbelief, the stallion started to move forward cautiously. If she had the Geostigma, he was going to aid her in whatever it was she needed. The gray fur that covered her body made his delusion all the more alive. She was covered with gray skin, like his own, though her's were not as ashy. He wanted to figure out just what she was, and even if she didn't know she was infected, he would protect her.
Well, so long as they didn't clash horribly, of course.
The stallion eventually made his way to where he was just a few yards away from the tree, and in that aspect, the mare. Yazoo's eyes locked on her form, taking in the armor and claws once more. In a fight, she could easily be an equal. Yazoo imagined she'd be swift footed and, obviously, have weapons. But that wasn't something he worried about. He was skilled in fighting. And he wouldn't allow anyone to take him down. His mind let him think that Cloud Strife had at one point, but that wasn't anything. A dream, delusion. Now, he was here. And he was strong. He knew he was by the way his body was formed, shifted, built. He would win, if it came to a fight. But, in all honesty, Yazoo would rather have such a female as an ally, than an enemy.
"... It seems that you have found yourself sleeping ground for the night, hm?" Yazoo called out, his voice holding that calm, non threatening tone that he used when around his brothers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:34 pm
Matania found herself very grateful for the shade the tree provided. She could feel her armor digging into her skin and sticking because of the light sheen of sweat she had garnered from flying most of the day. She had to wonder if she shouldn’t try and take said armor off, to cool down before falling asleep for the night. As it was the mare had concluded for the time that she was completely alone and not in need of wearing anything. However on that same note she knew that once she took said armor off she’d have a hell of a time trying to get it back on. A remote sigh escaped her lips. This truly was her own form of torture. No matter what was done she couldn’t seem to find peace of mind or a break. For some reason this seemed to only prove the fact that her gods were not with her any longer. That she was now alone in the world and left to her own devices. It was this thought that really made her bitter.
She was startled out of her reverie when a male voice called out to her from nowhere. It was deep and masculine, but also at the same time, seemed to be non-threatening. However, Matania knew that looks and words didn’t matter any longer. They meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. That was the main lesson she learned the hard way when dealing with the Elyos not so long ago. She turned her body around to face the voice, eyes coming in contact with a rather large stallion garbed in some strange looking clothing. His hair was long and almost teal colored, some wisps of hair hung in his eyes giving him an almost sleepy look. But she was sure this was not the case. On his side he seemed to have some sort of weaponry. However said weapon was still holstered and unused. That was…new. Normally any strangers she came into contact with always had a weapon drawn towards her because of what she looked like.
Gazing at him with her glowing pink eyes, semi-suspiciously but not inherently threatening, she allowed herself to speak. Her voice was rather rough around the edges, deeper than some females, but certainly not male. The tone, cautious. Matania certainly did not feel up to fighting this evening. She didn’t think she had the strength.
“I am unsure as to why you have asked me this question. As the sun is setting it is only assumed that I would find shelter for the night. Although I must wonder why you would approach a stranger at this hour.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:15 pm
Yazoo's eyes flickered slightly along her form. She was a dangerous looking female. But all that really meant was that she could take care of herself. He knew that by the look of someone, it wasn't always what it seemed. And though she looked very dangerous, he assumed she was able to fight, but probably not so much able to defeat someone such as himself ( though it still stood in the matter that she could possibly smash him easily ). Her body seemed lean, not that it was underfed, but just fit. Her hair was long, and he could see the different strand easily. For some reason, his eyes could pick up even the smallest of details. He could see that she was covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and he assumed it was from the flight, if not more, to the current location.
Cocking his head lightly to the side, Yazoo smirked some. Though the expression quickly fell from his features. He let his hoof tap the ground a few times, as if passing the time, while she seemed to gaze over him. He didn't mind, honestly. Most people were stricken by his brilliant green eyes, and long silver mane and tail. It was apparently "abnormal" for one such as him to be seen around; though he was certain the female before him was even more so. Shaking out his mane, he let a slight chuckle slip from his throat, since his mouth remained closed, at her statement. At lease he could now tell that she was, in fact, a wise mare and not one of the stupid ones that just seemed to fall over themselves. He had ran into a couple of those.
His green eyes locked on hers, before he nodded his head lightly. "That is a good point, I agree. I approach any person; whenever I see fit to do so. If you had been asleep, I would have waited. But as the sun is still setting, I still deem it rather early in the evening, and therefor not an unusual hour to talk amongst others. Though I could be mistaken, I suppose." Yazoo said, his ears flicking up some as he watched the mare with interest.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 7:00 pm
An amused smirk found its way to Matania’s muzzle, a gleaming white pearl of a fang glittered in the setting sun. This stallion was intelligent that was for sure. More intelligent than she actually admitted to giving him credit for. It would be safe to assume that he could go toe to toe with her in a spar of words as well as a physical spar. His bright and even she had to admit much to her upmost inner annoyance at herself, gorgeous green eyes, reminded her of home. Now that was certainly a refreshing yet slightly disturbing change. In some ways, just by the few words they had already exchanged, he already reminded her of her brother Malik. And in some sort of strange and weird way, she found that comforting.
Others could call it whatever they wanted, but her instinct was telling her that he could make a good ally. Someone that she could rely on. Being alone certainly had its advantages, not needing to worry about anyone else’s tail. But that was also a downside too. Having no one to watch your back meant that you had to be on extra alert when the need was there. However, on that same note he did not have wings like her. That could prove to be a challenge should she allow him to become her ally. Matania’s short tail flicked in thought. Could she really afford to be picky now? After everything she’d gone through?
‘Hmmm….’ She thought for a moment, ‘even if he does’t have wings he could still prove to be useful. I could take to the sky and he could keep me updated on the ground below.’
In some ways that makeup could probably prove to be even more useful than having two soquili who could become airborne. Maybe….
“You may come closer if you wish to. I have no need to attack and drive you off so long as the conversation isn’t threatening.” She spoke back to him and moved herself further into the shade, sighing in relieve as her body immediately began to cool off.
Hopefully she wouldn’t regret this…
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 7:19 pm
Yazoo had to let a slight grin play back toward her; but let it fall back to that neutral look once more. She was amusing. He flicked his mane, doing a quick snap of his head to the side, to get the long hair away from his face, and lay against his temple and jaw. At least now his eyes were fully visible, and he could admire her as much as she seemed to be doing to him. She was attractive, but that wasn't what he was here for. Yazoo's delusions made him think that this lovely creature had Geostigma, even though nothing like that existed within this realm. He thought that, at the least, he could help her out while he wandered around the lands in search of his Mother and siblings. He would work doing additional things while searching, so that his life didn't feel like it was nothing more than an endless search. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the stallion let his eyes lock once more on her.
He was already starting to get a feel for her. She seemed to be cautious, but by the way she was acting, was already starting to trust him. And who wouldn't? Yazoo was a very loyal ally. And he was strong, fast, and cunning. But she would be one as well. He knew she was fast; that was easily evident by her form, and he had seen her land. And she, of course, could fly. He couldn't, and though at times he wished he could, he didn't really mind it. But looking from the sky down would be a great help to him. He would be able to see things before they got to him. And he was fast enough he was sure he could keep up as she flew. Nodding his head at the thought, Yazoo let his eyes lock on her once more as she stated he could move closer. Trust, it was building.
And his trust in her as well.
The stallion moved forward with ease, his cloak shifting from the movement. He stopped when he was under the tree, and not far from where she stood. His head tilted, staring toward her curiously, before looking up at the tree, eyes flickering. He would remember this tree; just in case. But, that was for another time. His eyes locked on her once more, staring somewhat, eying the armor. Deciding he may as well take the chance, Yazoo reached back some, twisting his neck, and undid the buckle that held his lovely Velvet Nightmare onto his shoulder/side. He set it up against the tree, letting it rest there, before approaching her, and lowered his head a bit to eye the armor against her shoulder and chest. It looked like it was uncomfortable; that, or just exhausting to carry for such a long period of time. It was why he preferred the comfort of simple clothing and leathers to keep him a little safer.
"That does not look very comfortable... Perhaps it would be best to remove it during the night hours. Would you like assistance?" Yazoo offered, lifting his head to stare toward her, his eyes calm, yet still holding that brilliant color.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:02 pm
She studied him closely as he took off his weapon and laid it against the tree, apparently already trusting her enough to do so. That was certainly surprising to say the least. She could feel him watching, studying her as he went about his business. It was…slightly unnerving to say the least. But that is what she had to deal with given the fact that she allowed him to approach this close. It was for one night, she could handle that, right? She mentally shook her head. Of course she could. She was a warrior of the Shedim Lords, the Asmodians. Uncertainty was not in her vocabulary. At least, that was what she forced herself to believe. Nothing was certain anymore in this world. Not by a long shot. And she would have to adjust to that given her status now.
Matania couldn’t help but give him a surprised look when he offered to help her take off her armor. He was certainly correct in the assumption that it wasn’t completely comfortable. But it was also an integral part of her being, much like her prized wings and the feathers attached. So integral that she found herself stalling in answering him. Of course she wanted to take it off, to feel the breeze on all parts of her body. But at the same time, the armor reminded her directly of home. She could remember the heat coming from their metal maker’s homes, the sizzle of hot steel meeting water. The smell of embers permeating the air as they worked and she watched on in excitement after she had finally gained rank a Asmodian warrior leader for the first time. This armor had been a part of herself for so long that Matania quickly realized that she didn’t know the feeling of being free from it anymore.
Pain entered her eyes for a moment only to be quickly squashed by her other thoughts. No, the stallion couldn’t see her like that. It was unbecoming of a warrior to show that weakness. Especially true given she had just met him. Her glowing eyes met his once more before she allowed herself to reply. Her answer would hopefully make sense to him.
“I do not think that is wise for now. It has nothing to do with you, but enemies could come at any given time. This armor is quite a nuisance to get back on once it is off as it is anyway.”
And that was true. Enemies could come at any time. She was still poised to battle Elyos at any moment. And she’ll be damned before she allowed one to sneak up on her and attack when she was at the most vulnerable, regardless of the other stallion with her. Matania had to be ready, had to be prepared for anything that may come her way. Failure was not an option. Being ill prepared was not an option. She could still kill any Elyos that dared to try and attack her regardless of her status as an exile.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:18 pm
Yazoo's eyes flickered lightly, admiring her. He waited patiently for her answer, but watched with sharp eyes. She seemed shocked, at first, by his request. Of course, he knew ho it was with armor. He had worn it once before, but after feeling it's heaviness, and how it restrained his movements, he shifted it out for leather and straps, wanting nothing more than to be able to move freely and fight with ease. Being restrained... it wasn't his ways. He hated it, honestly. So he could only imagine how she felt in it. At the same time, he didn't know the emotional attachment too it. And when the pain, which he caught, eyes locking on hers for a split second, crossed her eyes, Yazoo thought it was physical. He narrowed his gaze slightly, up until she spoke once more. And then it clicked within his head. She didn't want it off, because of some reasoning he didn't know. He could tell, very lightly, that it wasn't all just because an enemy could appear at any moment.
"If that is what will make you at ease." Yazoo stated, nodding his head curtly.
He turned away from her for a moment, eyes flickering around, before locking on the rustling of the grass. The stallion stepped forward, letting out a slight nicker, before lifting his head to his full height. Within a few moments, the lion appeared, her head lowered, letting out slight growling noises. Yazoo informed her to keep watch, and patrol the area. If anything showed up, she was to come and get him. Shadow Creeper lifted her head partially, staring at Yazoo, before letting out a small roar, and dived back into the grass, disappearing within the blades. Yazoo tilted his head, watching her until she disappeared from sight, and then turned, walking back toward the tree, and looked back at Matania. At the very least, he would be informed if anything wanted to sneak up on them in the middle of the night.
Letting his eyes flicker, and then linger on the female once more, he shook out his mane again, and gave his tail a slight flick. "Shadow Creeper has never failed me.. She will come to us if something of a dangerous proportion appears within the area." Nodding his head again, he shifted before facing her fully. "My name is Yazoo. It is a pleasure to behold a creature such as yourself. I have been searching for ones such as you for a long time." The stallion stated, staring toward her, his brilliant green eyes locked, and never faltering.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:24 pm
Matania couldn’t help but sigh softly in relief when he didn’t push the matter. Not that she expect him to anyway. They barely knew each other. In fact, they didn’t know each other at all. She inwardly chuckled. Her brother Malik would have a field day with this one if he ever found out. Leave it to him to tease her about allowing strangers to share the same space and not ask questions. But then again, things were different now. She was on her own and forbidden from coming in contact with anyone from her family and village ever again. So therefore Malik wouldn’t find out even if he had been able to. However, that never stopped him before in finding out information that he wasn’t supposed to. He was the family assassin next to their grandfather and grandmother. Anything was fair game in that respect.
A pang of longing banged against her chest. She missed them; she missed them a whole lot. And she’d have to force herself to leave the false hope over anything otherwise behind her. She had to for her mental and emotional state. That and she didn’t want this stallion to ask any questions about her odd behavior. But apparently, he had different thoughts and ideas anyway. What was this about searching for others like her? She slight bristled. Was he with the Elyos? Or worse, the Balaur? Was he playing games with her, waiting until she let her guard down before he attacked? Matania didn’t want to give him any indication she his words may have set her off, so she opted for the discreet investigator. See if she could get him to clarify without giving anything else away unnecessarily.
“Those like me?” she simply asked indicating that she wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
And he gave her his name too. That threw her for yet another loop. Never before had any Elyos or Balaur given their name to her or any other Asmodian before, in battle or otherwise. Was this some sort of new tactic? Or what he being sincere and truly wasn’t out to get her. She inwardly groaned. This was, by far, completely new territory and she wasn’t sure how to proceed yet. It bugged her. But since they were playing this game, she might as well play along.
"I am known as Matania."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:28 am
Yazoo let his eyes flicker up to stare at her for a few seconds. He caught the slight reaction, his sharp eyes rarely missing anything that was laid out before him. He was definitely the smartest of the three brothers; moving with logic and calm, he never jumped into a situation he knew he couldn't handle. Well, unless Kadaj told him he had to, in which case he did as his brother asked. He didn't like to go against them. They were a family, they should stick together as one, instead of fighting and bickering. That only lead to self destruction, which lead to their plan being a failure. And Yazoo would not have that. Oh no. His plans would always go off without a hitch. He refused to let them fail, or even slip to the point of failure.
But, the expression, he let slip. The stallion sniffed at some of the grass, his eyes closing a bit, before he lipped up some of the substance. He was still adjusting to eating grass. But, he allowed it, even though it bothered him. Especially when it was partially trampled grass. Lifting his head some, Yazoo let is gaze travel back to Matania while he chewed. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. But he didn't pry; yet. Maybe when they were more settled into each others company he would, but for now, he allowed her to keep her secrets, just as he would keep his own. Yes; she didn't need to know about Mother or his siblings just yet. Maybe later on in their encounter; or, if things went as he planned, their relationship. She would be a great ally, and he would work his hardest to make it so.
"Yes. Your features are... different, from the normal creatures wandering the area. I have never seen one with such exquisite wings and claws. Cat tails are one thing, but what you have... it just tops it. Marvelous, really." Yazoo stated, nodding his head curtly, before shifting.
At the mention of her name, Yazoo nodded his head. It was a name fitting of her, it seemed. Somewhat, as sad to say, harsh in the manner of the "M" noise followed so closely with the "T" noise. It made her name sound fierce and strong, instead of something like Sarah, which had all soft letters that left one to thing the person would be of soft personality. But, that was beside the point. He laid down carefully, folding his legs up under himself, before shaking out his mane and let his green eyes gaze back toward her, this time having to look up, since he was on the ground.
Yazoo gave her a slight smile, before he spoke. "It is a pleasure, Matania. Your name suits you well."
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