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 Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 8:33 pm
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 Fuming as he stomped away from his parents' place of current living, Rashir was furious that not only had he lost his cool, but that his mother had managed to rile him up in such a way over a small, stupid thing that shouldn't even have bothered him in the least. In recent seasons, she had been pestering him constantly about his social life. Underlying the supposed off-hand curiosity his mother exhibited very well, Rashir read the even more subtle lines between. His mother was wondering why he hadn't found a mate yet. He knew his mother wanted grandcolts and grandfillies, but he just wasn't ready. Well, that, and he hardly knew any mares that could deal with him upon first impression. Most mares these days simply made him so angry the only way he dealt with them was through sheer cold, dead, I-don't-give-a-crap attitude. And that drove most mares away from him.
His sibling and cousins and other sorts of his huge family tree teased him about it, but it merely drove him to be more of an introvert. His immediate family drove him crazy as it was, let alone the rest of the family joining in. His father's side of the family was as astounding as it was irritating. He couldn't keep up with who was who, and for all Rashir knew, if he met a mare that happened to be related to him in someway, he'd probably run himself off a cliff. Rashir had a pet peeve about that kind of thing, something only his mother knew, and for whatever reason, thankfully kept it to herself. As he continued on his raging path, slowly calming down as the physical strain on his body tired him out, Rashir suddenly realized he was a bit lost.
He didn't recognize his surroundings, confirming that he had wandered a bit too far from his family. Frowning, Rashir focused on calming himself down. If he was careful and focused, he could find his way back. He had been blindly running, but he knew his own hoofsteps and his own gallop and run, so it couldn't be too hard to backtrack, could it? As such, Rashir began to look for signs of disruption his blind anger had caused. If he was grateful for one thing, it was for his mother's calm intelligent that he had inherited from her... although he was dubious about also inheriting her sharp tongue as well. His mother had quick wits and pointed out flaws both directly and indirectly very well, and he supposed it was how his father eventually fell for her as a mare... Then again, she had played hard-to-get, and she had commented that she had been even more stubborn than his father before she admitted her feelings. Rashir groaned to himself quietly. If he ended up like his mother, he was doomed to be alone for a long while. Also, he needed to stop brooding and be more observant so he could find his way back home.
Something else he hated: he thought too much. Stupid heritage. Sometimes Rashir wish he wasn't such a deep thinker; it cause his problems like his current situation. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:17 am
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Rashir blinked as he spotted a blue weasel--or was that a ferret? He was never good at these things--who appeared to be leading a mare in his direction. Well, not quite his direction, he figured, since he didn't recognize either. He stared in surprise as the mare suddenly walked--literally--into a tree, and he couldn't believe that such a thing happened. At first, Rashir wanted to snicker, because it was somewhat amusing to see, but he realized, in speculation, that the blue ferret-weasel thing that he had seen first was probably the mare's "eyes." He could hear his grandmother's voice at that moment, scolding him for being such an uncivilized stallion as to not even offer help. Frowning, Rashir sighed to himself as he took a few steps towards the pair.
"Are you... all right?" His voice went out cold and ice, and he mentally winced. He didn't mean or want to sound ugly, and he did have some concerns. The mare looked like she had hit the tree hard, and as far as he could tell, it wasn't on purpose, despite how amusing it had looked. He glanced down at the weasel-ferret--which was it again? He felt so stupid at times like these--and gave a questioning look. Perhaps the mare's eyes would explain in better detail. He would leave the mare alone, however, if she served to be, well, he wasn't actually sure. Rashir didn't know how to deal with strange mares, and a stranger mare he had never encountered. His own family--especially on his father's side--had so many breeds his head hurt thinking about what lurked. "I'm Rashir," he added after a long momentary pause. Though a bit prideful, he wasn't so prideful that he wouldn't ask for directions if needed. He was lost, after all.
And if he happened to do a great deed such as helping this mare and her pet in whatever way, then he'd gain some experience. Unlike his uncles Shizuka and Raiden, Rashir was not exactly that great "with the ladies," as he had probably repeated to himself over and over to his inner voice, but this mare could prove to be a probable start.
He hoped so, at least.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:44 pm
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Ah, the blue thing was a ferret. Well, Rashir had guessed closely enough, he supposed. For a while, he considered Harumi. A blind Wind Soquili. The chances seemed pretty low, and for a winged creature to be grounded due to blindness probably stunk like a skunk. And Rashir didn't like skunks because of their smell. So if that was any indication, and because he also inherited a noble spirit from across his family, Rashir found he wanted to help Harumi.
However, he still felt somewhat mistrustful of strangers, since, unlike some of his kin, he was much more wary of meeting new Soquili. He wasn't sure if they would be friend or foe, and Rashir wasn't sure if Harumi could exactly be trusted. Still, she seemed harmless enough, and Rashir had felt enough intimidating auras in his short lifetime to know when it was time to run and when it was okay to stick around, so to speak. "I am not lost," he declared, stiffly. His stupid facade. "But if you wish an escort, I can accompany you." Why in the world couldn't he just be warm and friendly at the first meeting? "You, ferret... Tai, was it? I will follow you and the lady." His tone, though sharp, had hopefully warmed slightly. He hoped. Rashir would probably get yelled at again later by his father, but well, he had learned the particular trait of cold impressions first, warm and friendly later.
"Tell me about this area," Rashir finally added, after a moment of what he personally felt was a bit of an awkward atmosphere. Maybe if he got the mare to talk about whatever, the situation would feel a lot less tense for him. He was pretty sure that if he was any less cold his actions wouldn't come back to bite him as often. He needed to make more of an effort.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 2:35 pm
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Rashir couldn't help himself as he flinched. The mare had somehow sensed his uneasiness, and Rashir slowly closed his eyes to help calm himself down. It wasn't every day a stranger could tell he was nervous. "If it does not offend you, why are you... blind?" He asked carefully, neutrally. He wanted to ignored how the mare had somehow "seen" past his mask, although, perhaps it was better that way. He certainly felt slightly more at ease than he had before; at least he didn't have to, well, try as hard... not that he was even trying, but he supposed he could have tried harder. Rashir followed the two to the lake, watching the two work together.
Familiars were pretty useful, he thought. He himself didn't have one, but then, Rashir felt he most probably didn't need one, either, so he put the thought to the side. Most probably, a familiar would only be an annoyance, anyway. "What impossible herd is this one that you once belonged to?" he wondered aloud. Rashir had thought his family's herd was insane, but perhaps his herd was kinder than he expected, since this poor mare was kicked out simply for having wings. "One would think," he continued in a stronger icy tone, for he found himself surprisingly angry about how Harumi was treated, "that they would welcome a mare as yourself, for your skills of flight." Before she was blinded, he thought.
Rashir found that he couldn't help being angry for Harumi. That kind of abuse was uncalled for, and Wind Soquili were great in other ways that regular Soquili like himself could never hope for. He had often wondered what it was like to feel the winds, soar in the blue, blue skies. What did fliers see that earthlings could not? Did they see mountaintops? Various clouds? Rashir was tempted to ask, but then felt it was likely rude, seeing as Harumi was blind, and likely flight-less now, because she could not see to fly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 3:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 5:26 pm
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He watched as the mare leaped over the log with surprising grace. Rashir merely walked around the log, not feeling like he should expend the effort and energy to leap over it. He listened with interest as Harumi explained how she could still envision the skies, the tops of mountains and trees. He wished he could see what that was like. "You're a very strong mare," he commented. His attention grabbed by the water, he walked towards the liquid body and bent down for a drink. He found himself to be rather thirsty... all these emotions he was feeling for this blind mare made him recoil with wonder.
Thirst quenched, he returned his attention to Harumi and watched the interaction between her and her familiar. "It must be tough, then," he said, "to have your eyes fearful of the skies." He stated his words with icy bluntness, but Rashir was slowly warming up to Harumi. He was not used to strange mares stirring such emotions in him, so like most males, ignored what was happening and simply focused on something simpler. Conversation.
Not that Rashir was much for conversation, either, but it was easier than analyzing his emotions.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 2:38 pm
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Rashir paused momentarily as he looked up at the skies, and pondered on how to answer Harumi best with her questions. "I love my family, but only when there's moments of quiet. I'm here by myself because I wanted to be. I was blinded by rage over some familial issues.. as in mating," he finished with a bit of wry humor. He glanced back at the blind mare. "Perhaps the situations you were thrown into toughened you, but you're a strong mare to continue on. Most other mares less so would probably still be mournful and pity themselves a loss undeserved unto them." He pawed the ground in a habitual nervous gesture, then made himself stop.
"I am not so strong as you, since I gave into my rage and fled my parents' simple concerns for my lonesome life. But for now, I know nothing better." It was the truth. Rashir didn't often travel to far from his herd and explore the world. The good part, he reflected, was that his family was made up of every kind of Soquili one could imagine. However, he had only met but a few of the members, and even more rarely his aunts and uncles and cousins or others thereof. He knew his grandparents and he knew his great-grandparents, at least. he also couldn't believe he had bared his soul and private thoughts to a stranger. Then again, perhaps it was just so, because Harumi didn't know his family intimately.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 2:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 8:52 pm
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--I apologize, quotes don't alert me, you'd have to PM me if you wanted to continue any RP. I can't figure out why I don't get alerts from quotes, so the best way to get my attention is to PM me.
Rashir paused at Harumi's words, and found he could agree with them. Often times, when tragedy came upon someone, the bravest thing they could do really was to walk away, especially if it was a situation that didn't have a happy solution, or even one that could be compromised. Still, he decided enough was enough about negative things. "Well, I'm a bit bored now, Harumi," he said, "how about we play a game?"
His mother had always taught him that sometimes the best thing to do was to do fun things rather than nasty, boring things. His mother and father always argued, but he could tell there was a loving tone to their arguments. Rashir had grown up listening to his parents "love-arguing" for most of his life. Nihkita had admitted that the only time they had truly ever fought was when his father was trying to woo her and she simply refused to be treated like a simple a mare. She was a beautiful, strong, intelligent mare and she would have none of it with Ra'asiel. "Have you ever played any games before?" His tone implied kindness and curiosity.
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