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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 8:37 am
Featuring bby!Mirat:  -- The little foal gambolled about, nickering happily. A large silver bear followed the dark-coated foal, obviously acting as guardian whilst chasing him and giving mock-growls that made the horse gigglesnort and whinny before putting on a burst of speed. Whilst the pair of four-legs played happily on the lush grass of the meadow, a two-legs regarded them fondly, a smile creasing his face, causing the paint around his eyes to crease softly. His skin was dark from both genetics and exposure to the sun - the trio travelled often, only stopping to set up camp. Which is what he was doing; a makeshift shelter with poles and cloth that during the day he carried. A full tent for the human, then a little overhang for the animals so they'd be sheltered but not feel enclosed. It was a very peaceful scene.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:04 pm
-will add photo in here later-
These feelings inside her were vicious, trying to claw out, she needed to taste blood, mutilate others, and these feelings were becoming overwhelming. Anyone who came across the fairly new batwalker would most likely become her next prey. Neva had finally become the devil creature that she had desired to become, but she was overwhelmed by all the changes, and had forgotten her true intentions in becoming this creature. This new creature used to be a sweet little wind foal, who had become corrupted by an evil darkness, was now this devil creature. She had been trying to destroy her family for a long time, and was now cursed, her final point in achieving her goals.
Her ears twitched as she heard noise in the distance, happy noises and those happy noises were making her angrier. So she headed in that direction, determined to feast and get the blood that she craved. Maybe if she gave into these feelings, they would go away. Neva could only hope, since she hated feeling out of control, but she hadn't yet mastered those skills yet. And so now she hunted, coming close to the camp that was being prepared.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:59 pm
The two-legger straightened up, wiping the sweat from his brow and then from his hands onto his buckskin leggings. He called for the other two and they came over, the foal breathing heavily and the bear panting away, both a little tired from their game of chase. The human smiled - he knew the two would be tired, that was partly why he told them to go play. They were difficult to get to sleep after a day filled with hiking and berries and excitement, after all. Digging in his pack he brought out strips of dried meat, breaking one off for himself and carefully giving a few to the bear. For Mirat he brought out some dried hay. The foal wasn't bothered by the deer meat - it was the cycle of life. Hunter and Hunted. One died for neccessity, to give life to others. When you killed prey you used every part of it - the bones for glue or tools, the meat for food the skin for clothes. Even though the Soquili was a herbivore, he'd grown up around omnivores and wasn't bothered by meat eaters.
But a skinwalker wasn't a meat eater. They didn't kill for use.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:18 pm
Those noises, those happy little noises were giving the starry batwalker a headache. She needed to destroy them. Make the noises stop. She stalked after the noises, making no effort to hide herself. Soon she had them in eyesight, and she gave a low growl. "Such happy little creatures, soon they will be bleeding and sad." And with that she took off at a run, her wings spread out, the claws on them ready to attack. She would make sure that blood would be spilled tonight. Satisfy her hunger.
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