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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 6:27 pm
This is a private RP between II--Gen3sis--II and Uta  If there was one thing Mikaru was certain of, he was not the most happy stallion as of that moment. His day had started out terribly. Woke up with half a bush in his tail, all tangled and knarly looking. It took him at the very least, two hours to fully get it untangled. Then he had a hell of a time trying to find a decent place to eat his breakfast in peace. He swore those birds kept trying to nose dive at him with their sharp beaks on purpose. And then he had to go and remember the whole altercation with that mare the other day. Even now it made his blood boil just thinking about it. She was so infuriating and the fact that she had the audacity to insult him.
Called him a Rake of all things. A Rake! She even went so far as to call him honorless and with no respect. Mikaru's eyes narrowed and he growled at the thought. He had the immediate desire to prove her wrong, make her eat her words. But the question remained, how? How would he pull that off? He throttled his brain to try and find a way. And after a moment, a thought struck him. She had acted high and mighty, like a prissy princess who always got her way. Mikaru's eyes widened. Yes, that's how he'd do it. Every princess has a knight. Becoming knightly would be the perfect solution to this.
But once again, the question remained. How the hell would he be able to pull that off? Mikaru dropped his head in annoyance. This was going to be harder than he thought.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:59 pm
He had appreciated the fact that he could finally return to his family. He had missed them dearly, and of course was grateful of the time now had to focus upon them. Kaiya had opened his eyes to how much he had taken life for granted -- and though he wasn't pleased with his father's behavior, he also understood that there was more to him than just a stern and demanding exterior.
Wherever his brother had gone, Galahad could only hope he might someday return. . . .
Picking his way through the foliage of the plains, the pale, scarred stallion wasn't so lost in thought so as not to notice Mikaru. The grey, and red-winged stallion stood out against the grasslands. Was this why the spirits had made him so anxious to be away from the hill tops? Perhaps. . . perhaps. . . . Only time would tell, after all. "Greetings, stranger." He called out mildly, not wanting to startle the other, but also wanting to get an idea of whether or not he was as harmless as he appeared. Body language spoke clear as day to Galahad, and initial reactions could spell the difference between a friendly encounter and one that might go wrong. His time as a knight and protector with Crousader, as well as his time with Kaiya, had given Galahad an edge. He was experienced, and he wasn't to be taken for granted.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:17 pm
The red wing-tipped stallion’s head shot up in surprise, ears pricked forward at the sudden voice near him. He didn’t even know anyone was nearby. Did he accidently walk into someone else’s territory? That couldn’t be good if he did. Turning his head to discover where the voice had come from, and finding another stallion in the immediate vicinity, Mikaru turned to him fully and with regard. This stallion was certainly different than what he was used to seeing. In fact, Mikaru had to admit he had never seen this stallion before in this area at all. Was he a traveler? His head tilted to the side in curiosity. If the stallion was a traveler, that could prove to be an interesting conversation starter. There was only one way to find out though.
“Nice to meet you,” Mikaru spoke back, “you new to these parts?”
What caught Mikaru’s attention the most, however, was the stallions appearance. He was of a bold white coloration, with a golden mane that, near the ends, faded to a pale white. And the armor on the other stallion’s legs, the young stallion had never seen something like that before. He wondered what this stallion did day to day that would require him to wear such a thing. Was he a fighter? A body guard? Something that he couldn’t think of at the current moment? Or even, his mental eyes widened, a knight of some sort? Maybe his luck was changing today.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:38 pm
Galahad trotted over to where the stallion stood, able to get a better look at the stallion. His coat was a soft shade of ash, with a mane that was either white or very pale grey -- it was difficult to tell. His eyes were a vibrant shade of red that matched the longer feathers of his wings, almost as if both were dipped in blood. He didn't appear to have any scars or markings, so he doubted he was a warrior or particularly aggressive -- besides which, his body language didn't speak of it.
"Likewise," the stallion agreed, not at all adverse to meeting another. The spirits had allowed their paths to meet, but the question was why? That always remained the mystery, and in many cases, Galahad had no real answer. Short of blatantly helping another out, whether or not his words or actions helped another was between them and the spirits above.
At Mikaru's inquiry about whether or not he was new, Galahad took a moment, considering how best to answer. His green eyes were bright and warm, even as he glanced around the world in which he walked. "Yes and no." He added with a small shrug. "My home is up in the mountains, but I traveled the majority of my life since my youth. I've since returned, and have walked these plains now and then. They're familiar enough, though I can't say I've been here recently." This was quite true. While he wasn't an old male, he certainly was experienced and was in the prime of his life. There were scars on his body, despite the large horn that sprouted from his head, and the tattered, golden cloak that wrapped around his neck and shoulders was worn, frayed, and stained. The small amount of armor he had been given from his father was also dented and had long lost its shine.
Still, though his body was hardened and muscled, though he had been trained with a warriors heart, he had the soul of a healer and protector; he had inherited the best from both his parents, or so he believed, and had been granted wisdom and a peaceful soul from his mentor, Kaiya. "What of you, stranger?"
The word sparked a realization that he had yet to introduce himself. Mmph. Surely that wouldn't do! Tilting his head, the stallion offered a bow. "Forgive my lack of manners, you may call me Galahad." Whether or not the stranger gave his name was up to him; he wouldn't pry, but at least he was no longer just a nameless somebody.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:55 pm
Mikaru bowed his head in greeting, his red tipped wings ruffling next to him, “I’m Mikaru Bloodbane, but everyone either just called me Mikaru or Mik for short. I answer to both to it doesn’t really matter.”
As for the answer as to why he was currently dwelling here. Well, that was certainly an easy answer. He was angry at that insufferable mare. The mere thought of her almost made him growl and grow angry all over again. But he had to stop himself for Galahad was no insufferable mare. He was a separate entity entirely.
“I’m wandering currently, this isn’t my permanent home,” Mikaru answered finally after he finished quelling his anger downwards until he barely felt it anymore, “I’m actually looking for a teacher of sorts. You see,” he paused to gather the explanation properly; “I got into this rather stupid verbal fight with a mare. A few names were thrown back and forth between us, and she’s basically dared me to prove her wrong.”
Hopefully that made some sense to the stallion before him. In some respects the whole thing still confused Mikaru. Like how he came into this whole predicament. Hell, he couldn’t even begin to fathom why her words had affected him so absolutely and so harshly. It didn’t make any sense why he would allow a mare to get under his skin. But some how, in one meeting, miss Prissy Princess had gotten under there and then some. It was insane. Maybe she had some sort of annoying, self proclaimed princess annoying power….yeah, that definitely was the answer….
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:35 pm
The stallion listened quietly as the other spoke, green eyes lighting with a curious sort of interest. Mikaru Bloodbane. An interesting name, if not perhaps a touch fitting; a good portion of his coat was touched with a rich blood-red, difficult to over look against the greens and browns that made up much of the world. The stallion certainly was youthful, though Galahad could clearly read the body language of him -- he was amicable, if not perhaps a bit ruffled still by the mare that had unwound him.
"A teacher, you say?" He canted his head inquisitively, his long tail giving a small shake behind him. "What sort of teacher?" There were many things that age could teach youth, but as the list was practically endless, the stallion had no idea what Mikaru might be looking for. Manners? Knowledge? Gallantry? As he was not privy to the fight, or the name calling, he could not clue in on what the stallion might wish to explore and discover. . . .
Was this why the spirits had lead him near? To perhaps guide the wind? Or, at the very least, offer direction on where he might find such aid? Possibly, possibly. The spirits could be as generous as they could be crafty, so all he could do was quietly wait for the other to further explain.
"While I can't approve of name calling, it is good that the moment has you inspired." Whether or not the moment would pass remained to be seen. . . Still, Galahad was not here to judge. He knew better than that, and did not know the entire story of the stallion. Not everyone had a calm temper, and some mares could be foolish and instigate such battles. Even Galahad was not of even temperament all the time, though he did try. Kaiya had taught him such patience, even if it was not (perhaps) always easy to control.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:18 pm
A teacher you say?......what sort of teacher?
My, my. This stallion was definitely a curious one. But it wasn’t all that strange or off putting. Compared to many Mikaru had met as of late, the even and cool temperament of this Galahad was a refreshing change. Maybe it had something to do with the age. Galahad certainly didn’t look young, but not old either. It was quite possible that he was a middle aged adult stallion. These along intrigued Mikaru more than anything else, save for the armor that was adorned on the others body. That was probably the most intriguing out of everything. Worn yes, worn by time, maybe battles, probably battles, probably more than just that. There was probably a ton of things this stallion could tell him should he spare the time. He could provide a wealth of knowledge and experience that not many others could attest to.
“To be honest I am not totally sure what exactly I am looking for in a teacher. I want to grow with knowledge and strength. I want to prove myself to all those who would doubt my abilities. I would like nothing more than to show those who have already cast me off the truth of the matter,” Mikaru finally answered.
Yeah, that seemed like a good enough answer for him. While it was true he wanted all those things, he mostly wanted to shove it in Amarii’s face. Miss Prissy Priss messed with the wrong stallion. And in Mikaru’s unfortunately very immature mind, that was the main reason. He wanted to prove that he was better than her. That he was the right one. That he was the more mature and advanced stallion. She didn’t know him. She knew nothing about him or his life. If she had given him a mere chance to talk to her instead of going off in her own little world and rant about how much of a rake he was things probably would have turned out differently. But he doubted that she even had the mental ability to actually think of it…. It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest.
She was too focused on herself and her desires. Never mind anyone else. If they didn’t fit into her version of the world than they weren’t worth her time. But it was getting very close for that to change. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Hell, he’d go out with a bang if he had to. And he didn’t even know why he cared so much, why he let her get under his skin so much. For now, at least, he’d sit and wait on that one. Maybe something would come to him later. Maybe and maybe not. He didn’t know. But really it didn’t matter much at this point.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 10:04 pm
Galahad listened to the wind, green eyes gentle as he studied his body language and tried to pick out everything Mikaru was not saying. One could never judge a book by its cover, but it was always good to be ever aware, ever observant. He knew not this stranger, and while the wind's intentions seemed driven, or at least perhaps a bit passionate, there was definitely youth within him. Ignorance? Naivete? Perhaps. Only time would chip away the barriers, the bias, the defenses. . . .
"And what is the truth of the matter?" Galahad questioned curiously, canting his head to the side with the most cordial of smiles. He was curious to know what this red-maned male knew of truth. . . Rather, he was curious to know what Mikaru knew of himself. He did doubt, just a touch, that the wind might not know the truth. . .
He wished to seek it, but he doubted he knew what it was he was actually searching for! But who knew? Life was full of surprises, and the unicorn wasn't going to assume. He wanted to know Mikaru from the stallions own perspective, to see what he knew of himself.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 1:56 pm
What is the truth of the matter?
Mikaru pawed at the ground unamused at the question. He wasn’t exactly sure why but his temper wasn’t the best way to go about dealing with it. The truth of the matter was that people under estimated him. They were quick to judge. Quick to scoff at him. Throw his comments and opinions aside. It was annoying to him. So annoying. Just because he was young didn’t mean he didn’t know a damn thing about how things worked in the world. He may have grown up alone, no father to teach him the ropes of how to fly, how to be a wind. Or a mother who abandoned him shortly after his wings stretched for the first time.
The truth of the matter was the fact that everyone seemed to give him no credit, no means to explain, no means to listen to his reasoning. They automatically threw him to the wind, no pun intended, without regard to how he would feel about it. How about that? That was the truth. And despite the fact Mikaru didn’t want to admit it, it hurt. It hurt a lot. He wanted to find the acceptance he always craved. To find a place where he could be himself and not have all the stares and rolling eyes. He had something to give to the world. He KNEW that.
Sure, he was a flirt. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature. At least he wasn’t a womanizer who mated with every mare he thought was cute. And as much as he didn’t want to admit to it again, he knew why Amarii’s words stung him more than usual. On top of her completely going over the edge and overreacting to his single comment, which he truly did mean his words as a compliment, he rejected him like all the others. And that’s what pissed him off. Once again he was thrown away. It was a never ending game of back and forth. He wanted it to stop.
Maybe this would be the first step as he talked to Galahad.
“The truth of the matter,” he huffed annoyed, “is that others need to stop under estimating me. They need to give me more credit. They don’t look between the lines, underneath the surface. All they care about the surface. I find it annoying. I can’t stand it. But in some respects….”
He trailed off, fighting with himself for a moment. Mikaru wasn’t sure what was pushing him to be so truthful with the older stallion, but it was strong enough to get his attention. He wasn’t one for signs or faith, but this…this was hard to ignore.
“I’m tired of the same old thing just a different day,” he sighed, “I’m tired of being in the same rut. It’s getting me nowhere. I desire change.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 1:30 pm
The stallion studied the younger male, listening to his words, reading his body language, trying to get a pulse on the stranger. He didn't know him well, but spending so much time with Kaiya, with strangers that could kill in an instant, he liked to think he was a good judge of character... or at least intention. This wind didn't prove much of a threat, but he could tell the stranger seemed conflicted, angry, perhaps even bitter about his lot.
For a long moment, the knight said nothing. He kept his expression neutral, giving his entire focus and attention to the youth. "If you desire change, than only you have the power to create it. If you're in the same rut, day after day, than it's high time you do something about it." It wasn't that Galahad wasn't sympathetic to the young wind's cause -- he was. He understood being looked upon or judged, he understood how critical others could be.
On the other hand, Galahad was curious about the winds expectations of others. "Tell me, you desire them to give you credit, to see your true worth and value. . . but what are you showing the world, in turn? Soquili will always judge based on appearances. But why is it so important to your ego for them to understand your worth, for them to give you recognition, if you already know of your greatness, yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 8:47 pm
His words.
They stung.
And in more ways than just one.
Mikaru generally didn’t like to be told that he was wrong. But it was happening right here, right now, with this stranger he just met. And as much as Mikaru wanted to lash out, to give the stallion a piece of his mind, he knew well enough that it would be extremely unproductive. In fact, it would be so counterproductive to what he wanted to be, he automatically began to bite his tongue. To keep himself from saying something that was untrue and unbecoming of any stallion, not just himself. However, on that same note, Mikaru couldn’t deny that this stallion got under his skin with his questions. And he was very sure the stallion could see it, or at least feel it. That said, Mikaru could tell that the stallion was definitely older, had seen things in his life Mikaru only dreamed about or played with other colts about when he was growing up. So, in that sense, Mikaru had to accept the fact that he now harbored a certain respect.
There was just something about this stallion that caught his eye. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly. It could have been the cape or the armor. It could have been his faded coat and scars. But Mikaru knew that it wasn’t that at all. He found himself thoughtful for a brief moment, digesting this new, foreign information, that came to him. It was the stallions mind. He wasn’t afraid to call him out on his s**t, wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly how it was despite not knowing him. And Mikaru felt himself wanting to know more about him, more about what he had seen and learned over his period of life.
So to that Mikaru slowly began to relax, trying to answer this stallion in the best way possible, his tail flicking in obvious discomfort but silent respect.
“I am….” He paused, looking for the right words, “finding myself rather at a loss for words. Which, if you can tell, is very difficult for me to admit.”
Mikaru winced, not liking how he worded it but that was the only way he could describe it, “Your points are valid, I must admit that or I would be an utter moron. But on that same train of thought, you intrigue me. The only other way I can describe it is a desire to know your story. What brought you to this way of thinking? How did you reach a point where you feel comfortable in your own skin, in your own story. Did you make your story? Or was it given to you? I just,” he pawed at the ground, “I am sorry for my outbursts.”
There, he apologized. Why? He couldn’t exactly say why. But he felt the need to for the first time in a long time. And so, it was done.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 10:34 am
Galahad could see the tension in the way the stallion carried himself, the way his muscles in his neck and shoulders suddenly tightened, and the way his jaw clenched. It seemed he had struck a nerve in his query, but that was simply the way of it; he had wanted to know what the stallion's intentions truly were. . . His ego and arrogance would need to be tempered, for such pride was not at all becoming for a young stallion. It was, essentially, naive. . . and while he understood the allure of having ones pride be comforted, it was not the right way of things, and could lead to much trouble and woe.
Ah, but this stallion had much to learn. If he wished to learn or study under Galahad, than so be it; he would offer what advice he could give, and if any of it stuck, than so be it. But ultimately, it would and always be, Mikaru's choice.
So it was, with a small smile, the stallion watched as the wind had nothing to say. Was he at a loss? Perhaps. Ah, but even if he did not wish to speak, perhaps his words might linger, and give the wind something to ponder, later. It was always good to think, especially of things of consequence and substance. All that said, the stallion wouldn't deny his companion his questions.
It was only fair, after all, even if it might be construed as a subject change.
"Mm." He gave a small grunt and a little flick of his blond tail. "Time, choices, and opportunity," he explained, giving a small shrug. "I was not born such as I am, though the story is long, and perhaps tedious. The short version: I was brought up under the strict hoof of my father; he was a well known warrior and knight, back in days past; my mother a great healer. Greatness was expected of my siblings and I, there was no other choice about it. As a very young adult, hardly older than a foal, I met a mare whom soon became my mentor. She was an angeni mare, an angeni of Redemption. While my father taught me tactical training, and my mother common sense and ways to heal, this mare taught me self-respect, forgiveness, patience, and hope. I worked with her for years, traveling, following in her hoofsteps. . . . I dare say I would be there still, had she not felt she was beginning to do me a disservice. It was time for me to live life on my own, make my own choices. . . and that, is that."
Oh, but that was the abridged version. Galahad had lived a life of twenty stallions, from the amount of drama, heartache, fear and victory found within his years. Strangely enough, he was still in the prime of his life; he was neither ancient nor young, just simply experienced.
"Surely though, my story is . . . it isn't a story at all. It is simply a life lived, filled with choices. There is no happy ending, there is no glory, adoring fans, or stroked egos; there was as much pain and misery as there was joy." He shrugged again, letting his cloven hoof paw some at the ground. What he spoke was truth -- his life had been busy, certainly, but it was not a life that another might not also live.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 3:32 pm
Mikaru stared intently as the knight spoke of his story. And word by tiny word the young stallion, barely out of his adolescence, felt pulled in. There was something there that Mikaru could not place right away. Something that grabbed him and pulled him towards Galahad in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The story, so simple, so to the point and straight forward Mikaru could do little but sit and watch in pure, unadulterated fascination.
‘It was simply a life lived…’
So subtle in its wording and yet not subtle at all. And it was then Mikaru, in his short years of traveling by himself, realized something that made him pause. Galahad reminded him of home. Of something he had lost so long ago Mikaru hadn’t realized what he was missing until it was found again. Was that why he was doing all of this traveling? Were the gods trying to tell him something? Were they screaming at him right now? Telling him to stop and listen? And it was then that he felt himself speaking quietly, almost as if he was a young colt again.
“Teach me.” Two words, that’s all it took.
Mikaru swallowed thickly as he let those words sink in between the two of them. A part of himself hated how he was showing weakness. That bad boy ladies’ man that he showed outwardly. And the other part of him wanted something else. Something more. Something that Mikaru realized that only Galahad could give. And that was guidance, counsel, and friendship.
For you see, Mikaru had no friends. No family. Nothing but the red feathery wings on his back and his own hooves. His path traveled was his life. Wooing ladies. Cracking a joke with another soquili or two. But nothing ever turned into more. Nothing ever became a romance or a friendship. At the end of the day, Mikaru was left alone to his own musings. Watching as all the others went with their families to rest up until the next day. And so Mikaru would stand idle under the fullness of the moon wondering. And that wondering led to thoughts that he rather would have forgotten. But of course, even with time, those thoughts would never go away. They were a part of him as much as he was a part of them. He could not exist without the other.
“Please, guide me to something else. Make me better than I am.”
Now he sounded like he was begging, and it was truly pathetic. Galahad was older, wiser, and traveled. He surely wouldn’t have the time to impart his knowledge unto Mikaru.
‘You stupid fool.’ His subconscious berated him, ‘you know you cannot rely on anyone but yourself.’
But what other choice did he have?
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 6:00 pm
Galahad knew he had the stallion's rapt attention, even if he wasn't entirely sure why. His story wasn't exactly the most compelling, but at least it seemed to draw the other in. That was good. The spirits had lead the two of them together for their own purposes.... and that purpose was fast beginning to reveal itself!
To hear the other ask -- practically beg -- to be taken under his wing was an interesting proposition. He was not at all like his old mentor, Kaiya, and he wasn't as certain of hoof; who was he to guide another? And yet, he had no desire to say no or turn the stallion away. Was he meant to inspire? Was he meant to lead this young soul to focus and destiny? Was he meant to simply show the other a different way? More importantly, would Mikaru be dedicated? Or would the red maned stallion wander away, and find himself drifting. . .
It didn't much matter, Galahad knew. Whether Mikaru took him seriously or not was up to Mikaru, not Galahad, and he was in no need to question or ponder. At this present moment, he could either teach and share his knowledge, or turn the other away...and the latter was not an option.
"I am no Angeni of Redemption, nor am I an honored knight. . . but I may know a thing or two. I can't promise that at the end of the day you are any better off than you are now, as all of that is on you to change; but I can teach you what I was taught, can at least share what wisdom I've gained over the years, and give some direction. If you wish to travel with me for some time, I would be happy for the company." And what better way to train the youth, to discipline him and, hopefully, by the end of it, grant him a little more self-confidence, a lot more patience, the art of battle and defense, and a new way to look at the world.
Hopefully he didn't steer the lad wrong. . . but it was the least he could do.
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