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 Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:25 pm
((tOO BRIGHT??? I typed it up in default font and then added the pink at the way end so I can't really tell haha. Lemme know if it blinds you.))
Axelle's hooves traced curves across the ocean's surface as she swung into the lowest point of her dip, her reflection nearly discernible as a result of her close proximity to the waters. It had a force all its own and pulled at her, and lift was harder to find so close to ground level. The combination of those factors threatened to suck her in, but while a less experienced soquili might have panicked at the thought, she was grinning by the time the path of her arc brought her up again, farther from the sea yet closer to the heavens.
In all her time within the Great Kalona herd, she had not seen an ocean quite as clear as this. It spanned the entire horizon, and were she not close to shore, she was certain she'd grow lost among it. Its colors seemed to shift depending on its depths, from a light seafoam to deepening sapphires, but past that, her eyes were not much used to marking the terrain of a seemingly limitless body of water. Still, that didn't stop her from trying.
These lands were good, she thought, as she folded a wing and angled towards the sands. Though she'd been on the side of the rebels in the Great Kalona herd, her heart had not really been in it, and she'd chosen her side more for her father than for herself. If she'd had to make the same decision now... well, perhaps it would be different.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:08 pm
((it's fine XD)) Jetsam had fancied a swim in the deep blue, not that dreadful cesspool of a brine swamp his mother and Treasure lived in, but the pure stuff, he was sure the sea song sang through his veins as surely as his blood. He had known that he was part kalona, how ever could he have missed it? But he was intensely grateful for his sturdy wings which helped propel him through water as easily as air, with great swipes of his wings he swam through the water like some sort of horse/shark hybrid. Now there was a thought. He grinned, his sharp teeth flashing as he lashed out to snap at the little silvery fish that fled in all directions to avoid him. As the water became shallow and the waves started to suck him into their rhythm he tucked in his wings and slid out of the shallows and on to the shore, water sloughing off his gray hide and slicking down his long mane. He let out a great whuff of air and shook himself dry, his bright eyes surveying the area, his mum said he had dead fish eyes, that was right enough, a compliment even for a pirate such as he.
Jetsam, scourge of the seas - or at least in title.
His mother would have his hide if he ever so much as terrorized anyone for real.
He used his dominant kalona traits to scare others away from his territory and hoard whatever booty they left behind. He figured he should look for something to snack on, some crab perhaps, or muscles, sea food was his favorite, but vegetation would do if he was really hungry. Though while he was pondering what he wanted for lunch, he had missed the flickering shadow going by on the sand below. He had company, he just didn't know it yet.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 9:32 pm
A sleek black and red form could be seen cutting across the waters, its movements as fluid as a natural-born fish. However, it was not its swimming that first took her notice, nor even its hunting (though it appeared efficient at that, too), but, rather, its wings, which were clearly part of the kalona breed. Her father was – no, had been – lieutenant of the great kalona herd, and she knew every member that had once been a part of it. It was not one of them, and its hornless head and hairy tail were further proof of it.
It was a halfbreed, if not a mixed. No one could choose who their parents were, and she held nothing against the individual for what was clearly something it had no control over. Still, her feelings of superiority were made clear in the way she headed directly towards the stranger as soon as she landed, with no bowed head or respectful gesture made to indicate any awareness of the fact that she may have been intruding on another’s territory.
“Your use of wings are strange,” she said, by way of greeting. If she was still cautious about how a kalona’s reception would have been after the great herd had left its mark, she didn’t show it. Her voice stayed steady, as did her steps despite the strange shifting earth beneath her hooves.
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