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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 3:25 pm
PRP between Valkyrie (played by Upside.-.Down) and Oba Fenyang (played by Nay, now Valdmir Talamore). ---- The draconic mare's eerie gaze flashed upwards, noting the last colors vanishing in the fading light. She'd seen the bright canvas countless times before... she was no longer impressed with the bold display, preferring subdued elegance to cliched beauty. From the time that the strutting bloodthirsty steeds had ceased to woo her, she sought something... else. Something more than the vicious virility that seemed all too abundant these days, something... someone?... more... interesting. Not necessarily good, but not wholly evil either. Changing, interesting, dynamic.
Being any singular trait, having only one 'hook' as it were, all of the time was just so... boring.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 10:55 am
Oba was never one you could have claimed to be right in the head in the first place. And now where his life had lead him was a confusing path of females that either had told him what to do or for some reason told him to leave. They had all left him alone now, alone with the voices that echoed through his mind. "Eonla......syawla eonla." He muttered to himself twitching slightly as he walked. He often spoke words and sentences backwards. It has been a game as a kid but now it was more a way of life. Its how he often thought in his head so it was no surprise when he spoke that way. He looked about the sky he was rarely even up this early anymore he like the night now. There was no chance of running into those that cause him stress and confusion. He asked himself again mentally why did he bother to wake at all. All he did was wander in confusion, loneliness and fear. He was slightly on the skinny side at least for him anyways he often forgot to eat. Sometimes he felt another emotion though, anger. What had he ever done to be left to the side like this like he was a piece of dirt. This thought surfaced again and he kicked a near by tree with a growl and gritting of his teeth.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:46 am
The day dawned on another quaint, boring, blue sky.
Her eyes returned to the land, seeking out some form of amusement from the trees and rocks. When her gaze fell upon the form of another of her kind, her ears perked slightly in interest as her golden chain rattled in the light breeze. Perhaps this one would offer some relief from the tiresome good-evil-polarity of this world.
The other- a stallion, she noted with restrained interest- was black as a starless night, lacking the sun-bleached browns and oranges that commonly afflicted those with darker coats. The mane was long and unkept, as though he honestly didn't care or perhaps didn't realize it needed tending, but still it shone. She found her spikes practical in comparison; they required little upkeep. He was a little too skinny for her tastes, but then perhaps lacking the tools her Draconic lineage offered he was lest adept at finding food. She watched him absently, wondering what utterly predictable reaction this stallion would have upon spotting his observer... would he run, seeking only to save his own life? Would be puff up his too-skinny chest and seek to rid the world of her condemning presence, fighting for honor and valor that existed solely in his own mind? Would he stand, frozen, in shock or fear? Or would he do something more... interesting.
She allowed herself some small hope when the stallion's words were carried to her ears. She recognized the sounds and inflection as the Kawani tongue, but she could not place the words. Her clever mind was just starting to re-arrange the sounds into some logical order when the stallion burst into motion, kicking a nearby tree.
For an unadorned (no wings, no spikes, just fluff and that solid black coat) steed to lash out un-provoked... she moved towards him, her bladed tail tracing spirals in the air as she pondered his words.
Now this one... how did he fit into the recognized cliches of these lands?
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 6:54 pm
Oba kept moving his ears twitched but it was his eyes that had caught site of movement despite the hair covering his face. "Ton enola....? Ton rof eht tenmom...." His head tilted slightly. He snorted and shook his body standing still for a moment seeming to try and look her over. It was a female he both wanted to not trust them and yet wanted one who would let hims be around. Let him to follow, allow him to stay so he wasn't alone. She reminded him of a dragon he thought dragons were amazing critters yet she reminded him of the so called evil soquili that roamed too. Either way now he was fascinated his curiosity caused his hooves to turn towards her. He twitched causing him to chatter his teeth slightly. He started moving forwards after he blew upwards to clear one eye to see better. "Ohw era uoy?.......Who are you?" His voice seemed curious as he moved closer his hooves taking a sideways walking pattern. He odd everything about him was odd he always had been but he had gotten worse with being alone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:33 am
Valkyrie watched the stallion's reaction to her words, perhaps even to her mere presence. A slow grin spread curled her lips upwards, though her mouth remained closed. Folding her spiked wings neatly at her sides, she waited, vaguely amused at his snort and the slow swivel of his hooves.
Now, here, was a stallion of a type-cast she had never encountered before. He did not react with any pattern she had come across before, simply antics that she could only assume-and hope- were wholly his.
She squinted slightly at his twitch, and then her eyes widened in curiosity as he spoke in a logical order. Her eyes traveled to his hooves, and she was thrilled by his sideways walk as he approached. Now, that!
Yes, he was interesting.
"I am Valkyrie." she stated, pride and power ringing true in her voice even as she softened her tone consciously to avoid frightening off her intriguing black stallion- if he even could be frightened off. She didn't want to risk it.
Tilting her head in a manner similar to his own, she tried to smile encouragingly, though her tiny fangs flashed in the sun. "And you?" 'Mine' seemed a suitable title to him, but she wished to know what syllables could possibly hope to describe him... she lifted one cloven hoof and idly crossed it over her other leg before returning to her usual solid stance, marveling at how a stallion so seemingly ill-at-ease within the confines of his own visage could still posses such physical coordination.
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