This is a private RP between Raikinti, Aveshar ( ~Latonia de la Courtel~ ) & Amaltheia ( Candle Wick Ghost ). Please do not post without being invited to do so! Thank you.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 6:47 pm
Amaltheia hastily kicked off her hind hooves. Something wasn't right and she could sense danger lurking however as far as she was aware, it was just a gut feeling. The wood was eerily quiet, the animals had stilled and bird song had died out long ago. It was the silence that had spoke to her, like the time she had taken the day out with her father to see what his duty in patrol entailed. He taught her many things in that day out, teachings that would stay with her forever.
She came to a halt, only to close her eyes and allow her ears to stand up on end giving them more room to soak up any ill or distant sounds she couldn't hear under the graceful clicks of her own hooves. Nothing. She believed it to be odd, these parts of the forest usually didn't hold any dangers in it's quarters as far as she knew. It was time to put her faith in the only ones who could help her. She looked to the shadows by a near tree, though no words escaped her they only did their dance and then swayed her in the direction she needed guiding towards.
That had only allowed room for more concern and worry, as they confirmed her instincts and had pointed her in a direction. Panic was now coursing through her and upon the realisation that she would need to move fast, she pranced off, leaping through and over obstacles as they presented themselves.
Aveshar moved through the forest like a living shadow, like oil in water. A swiftly moving thread, a shard of darkness in swift pursuit. He'd caught scent of the injured Soquili darting through his land, and who was he to let a soul suffer? Well, it depended on his mood, to be quite honest. And at the moment, the little deer-footed Stallion scented of injury and fear, desperation and terror. He was not brave enough for Aveshar to ignore, not whole enough to escape... And so the Kalona stallion hunted, ignoring the whisper of the forest and the faint sense of other.
There was something out there, something, different. But it didn't matter at the moment, all that mattered were the white and copper haunches he caught glimpses of ahead. The tang of blood was stronger, red flecking the ground as a surging heart sought to feed strength and speed into the tiring body.
Almost caught you now...
Raikinti flipped his tail up high as he leapt a fallen tree, his strides less graceful and now slowing. He had resorted to deer-like bounds when he could get away with it, but as the terrain became more uncertain he resorted to scrabbling strides and a flagging run when it could be managed.
Brambles and vines reached for him, catching his chest and hindquarters. Rabbit warrens and gopher holes yawned beneath his feet, eager to snap an ankle or catch a hoof. He ducked and wove and leapt and scrambled, breath catching in his chest as foam flecked his coat and blood seeped from scratches and clawmarks.
"If only... If only." He pleaded to the dark trees as he made a sharp turn and launched over another log. "Help... Someone..."
The Kalona was gaining.
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:37 am
Amaltheia pranced through many shrubs, leaped over dozens of logs, scraped by the sharp bark of trees but the presence of another had yet to be revealed. Panting, almost completely breathless, chest thumping in a stampede she came to a stop. Eyes searching every corner her vision would allow. Part of her began to doubt the shadows, if it was her mind playing tricks on her, her mind ill and uncontrollably restless. She had seen no signs of broken bark, blood or splintered ground. Usually the sign of a SW's presence. Now completely doubting herself, she reluctantly looked to the following shadow. If it had eyes it would be staring her down, making her wonder if it was determining her thoughts and the next move she would make.
No... For the sake of the other, if there was trouble brewing and they were in the danger that was digging at her best judgement, she would not give up until every part of the forest had been scoured. Taking in her final deep breath she was just about to make her leap in to a rocket fuelled dash when the shadow reacted in the corner of her eye. She frowned. Her belief in them was still strong in her life to date and she couldn't simply ignore their strange behaviour. The shape manifested was one of dread and immediately on working the clue out she was off on the trail once more.
"Hold on..." She whispered and though her intake of air was raspy and sparse, she felt the need to place silent prayer upon this unknown figure she was searching for. A metallic ink illustrated the forest in due time upon taking the chosen path, she needn't stop to analyse it but to continue with the hope that she wasn't too late. The victim had lost a lot of blood, the scent almost suffocating and she could only imagine the damage that had already been dealt. Whether it be by the same creature or the becoming of a lure for a near by predator.
She gulped, pushing herself to her best ability. Rash actions caused her to carelessly stumble but balance reassured her journey would still go uninterrupted. Her heart slammed on pressing her body to do the same. Before her a large dark figure formed above the greenery, towering the likes of her petite structure. Ears pinned back, eyes shaking she was puzzled with both awe and fear. It's draconian leathers made her weary and the backs of curls horns fading out as it marched on after it's prey.
She had never seen the likes of such a creature and she would be the first to admit on sight, even from behind, it terrified her.
Aveshar grumbled as he watched his prey leap and bound, scrabbling down a deer track that was just on this side of "too narrow" for the Kalona stallion to comfortably navigate. Not that it would stop Aveshar from trying, but he certainly gave the young stallion credit where credit was due. It was a clever move. But then, he was somewhat coming to expect that, as he spent more time amongst their kind. It was hard to maintain the mindset that all other breeds were worthless, when they kept going to such lengths to prove themselves interesting.
"Help, please help?" Raik murmured as he scrambled and ducked and skittered along. His hooves churned up sticks and tore fresh grass, and now and again he wobbled or fell. Where was a quiet evening when you needed it? Could he not catch a break? The copper and white stallion futilely wished for a river to wade in and nothing more strenuous than his best friend's difficult sense of humor. "I really don't want to die today."
The sound, or scent, of something following them made Aveshar hesitate, annoyed at having to thrash his way through a deer track. Difficult prey was interesting, but the journey was taking its toll. Which was good, because Aveshar was swiftly losing patience. But there was something out there.
Candle Wick Ghost
So very, very sorry for my unexpected hiatus. Tagging this back, just in case. if you don't want to continue, no worries? Hope you're doing well, Ghost! Let me know! ^.^
