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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:19 am
This is a private RP between Nisshou H's Zamyr and Roarke. Depending on how things go there may or may not be more soquili added to this list.  
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 8:51 am
To begin his hunt Zamyr had decided to follow the river that ran near the little mystic's house downstream. It seemed like a perfectly good plan when he had thought it up but it was getting to the point where he wasn't so sure. He ran into a great number of soquili of all shapes and sizes every day but none of them seemed to want to drop what they were doing to go adventuring with him. Several mares and even a stallion had invited him to stay a spell with them but that just wouldn't do, Zamyr was not the type to settle down. Not like that. Trying to live a normal life would make him feel restless and he knew it. Beside all of that, if he stayed in one place for too long Zamyr imagined that his past would catch up to him.
Zamyr hadn't ventured back to his birthplace in over a year but he suspected that the lovers of the sand wall might still hold some grudge against him. Zamyr had no way of knowing that what he had done had nothing to do with the great sand spiral. It had just been a case of unfortunate timing. All the same he blamed himself for what had happened and he imagined it to be an unforgivable thing. So unforgivable, in fact, that he had made it a point to steer clear of anything with the claws and feathers of a hippogryph. They would find him eventually, of that Zamyr was certain, but he could prolong it as much as possible.
Zamyr paused in his steps and lifted his head as a thought struck him. He would go south once he found his traveling companion. He didn't know what lurked in the southern portion of the eastern lands and it was as far from the desert as he could get without passing back by O-da-lv pass. It would satisfy both things he was trying to accomplish quite nicely and now all he needed to find was a person to take with him. With an actual destination in mind he reckoned that it would be significantly easier to pick up a stray. Cheerfully, Zamyr resumed his trot down the river keeping his eyes peeled for signs of others.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:22 am
Roarke lay in the shade of a tree with his great scaled tail wrapped loosely around him. The tip of his tail twitched up and down slowly in a vaguely feline way as he watched a pair of foals playing along the banks of his river. Even though they children were of no relation to him Roarke was duty bound to protect them. This section of the river was under his family's care because water was life and a healthy and safe river meant good things for all.
The massive kirilona yawned. He was proud to have this duty but it was all rather boring. The only times he had ever really, truly enjoyed it were when he had found himself with some female company. He sighed wistfully. If only he had some company now. The sound of something approaching in the distance made Roarke's ears twitch. Had his wishes been answered? He turned his head and stretched out his neck to peer down the river trail. The thing headed his way was small, about the size of a regular mare, and colored like sand. Roarke quickly identified a pair of large wings and not long after that he noticed that those weren't the only feathers this stranger possessed. A jolt of worry shot through Roarke like lightning and he quickly looked to the stranger's feet. Talons.
Roarke scrambled to his feet preparing himself for the worst. Was this one of those harpies he had heard about? The female warriors with a taste for male pets. He had thought that their territory was much further north than this, right up near the mountains. Roarke was almost spitting distance from the humans' lake. He needed to investigate. With a purposeful stride he approached this new comer drawing himself up to his full height to make it clear the he was no easy target. If this was a harpy then she had no business here. This was his family's territory not hunting grounds for males.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:41 am
As Zamyr continued down the path he started to see signs of activity. Two foals were chasing each other up and down the river walk and while Zamyr had no interest in taking children away from their families they were still a promising sign. Where there were foals there were people to watch over them. A baby sitter or an aunt might be good for him. He wasn't interested in taking families with him but if there was one thing he had learned it was that new additions to any family usually left at least one person in the cold wanting something to do. He could very easily provide them with that something. A journey to remember for a lifetime!
He smiled to himself as he imagined a few scenarios in which he found someone new to travel with. That smile broadened when another figure suddenly appeared on the path. Perfect, this was an adult and going by the look of him Zamyr could assume he was in no way related to those children. Unless of course he had adopted them. Well that wouldn't be any good. His internal ramblings came to a quick stop as he noticed that this stranger didn't look too pleased to see him.
Zamyr stopped and eyed the grey stranger nervously. He was grey like stones with a fluffy trail of hair running from his mane down to the tip of his long tail. Beneath that Zamyr could make out a layer of protective scales. Even more noticeable were the sets of horns on the stranger's head and the sheer size of him. Or at least Zamyr was relatively sure it was a male. He had never known a mare to grow to that size before.
Zamyr settled a new smile on his face. "Hello." He called keeping his voice cheerful and non-threatening. They hadn't even exchanged names and already Zamyr was getting the feeling that he was in trouble.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:58 am
Roarke relaxed when he saw the flicker of nervousness pass over the other's face. Whether the stranger had ill intentions or not the sight of Roarke seemed to be giving them second thoughts. He continued his approach only freezing upon hearing the other's greeting. It was a stallion? Roarke stared and looked the stranger over a little more closely. Yes it was definitely a stallion, just a very little one. Roarke chuckled. This was no harpy and there was no way he was a harpy pet. Those mares didn't let their pets wander.
"Hello." He replied immediately taking on a more friendly air to match that of the other stallion's. Perhaps he was distantly related to the harpies but not enough that he needed to be seen as an obvious threat. He was probably just passing through. "What brings you out this way stranger?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:03 pm
Zamyr was able to relax when the stallion returned his greeting. Whatever hostility the stranger may have been feeling moments ago seemed to have dispersed. Zamyr should have expected to run into such caution at some point, not all soquili were friendly towards strangers especially not if they had something to protect. He got the feeling that this grey stallion was the baby sitter of the foals.
"Oh, you know. Just taking a stroll, seeing the sights. Did you know that just up stream from here there's a little mare that tells fortunes? She's got all these little rock spirals scattered about. It's a charming little place really." He continued to smile pleasantly all of his earlier apprehension seemingly forgotten. "It's quite nice down here too. Very green."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:22 pm
As the strange stallion began speaking the idea of him being a threat began to look more and more ridiculous. He spoke like a child. A child with an advanced vocabulary, perhaps, but still a child. He lumped all of his thoughts together with very little room for breathing, or comprehension time for others, and seemed to say them the moment they entered his mind. Roarke chuckled. He must have been struck in the head as a child the poor thing.
"I did not know that." He replied in good humor. "Did she tell you your fortune?" Casually Roarke glanced around, was this little feathered stallion all alone? Roarke did his best to keep from frowning. Hopefully this character was more competent than he seemed to Roarke because it looked as though he traveled alone. So long as he was in Roarke's territory he would have protection but after that he was on his own.
"So, I'm Roarke. You are?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:52 pm
"She did not. Actually we had a lovely little chat about the past and such." Zamyr said raising an eyebrow slowly. What was this fellow looking for? Did he think this was some sort of trap? Zamyr supposed he could seem a bit like a decoy. A friendly face to keep the other chatting while others sprang a trap. It was a tactic his people had used before but Zamyr didn't approve of it. It was a little too sneaky. If he was in a position where he needed to fight he was going to be honest about it. He frowned slightly as the large stallion fixed his attention back on Zamyr. Roarke he said his name was. Zamyr repeated it a few times with a few different tones to make sure he had it.
"Well Roarke, I'm Zamyr. Pleased to meet you. Now...do you mind telling me what all...this was about?" He questioned nodding his head about to indicate the path Roarke's eyes had taken. "I am alone if that's what you were wondering." He almost added how dreadful it was traveling alone but decided against it. Roarke didn't need to know that. "And really I'm completely harmless. Don't really like fighting. Too much pain on all sides. It's not worth it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 3:03 pm
Roarke's jaw went slack. Well so much for the idea that he was mentally deficient. It seemed that Zamyr was actually quite perceptive. He was just incredibly strange and didn't seem to have much of a filter between his mind and his mouth. He cleared his throat to buy himself a little time to think up an excuse. There was no way he was going to tell Zamyr that a few moments ago he assumed that he was a complete fool.
"It's good to hear you say that but you can never be too safe." He supplied as quickly as he could. "This area is safe and I intend to keep it that way." Checking for signs of an ambush was the excuse Zamyr had provided Roarke with and Roarke was going to make absolutely certain that he sold it to the best of his ability. It was much easier to say than the truth.
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