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 Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:17 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:31 am
It was that time of the year when even the world was silent. For those like Lanzo who spent their time in isolation, it felt even too quiet for him. When the crunching of his hooves against the snow was all he heard everyday, it was enough to make even him feel eerie. Snow masked the entire land and everything was bright and overwhelmingly white. His usual tactic of staying hidden was harder at this point of the year, so the more voices he heard around him, the further into the forest he would dwell while picking up his camp.
It wasn't that he was avoiding others out of fear. Lanzo was a creature of habit, always taking care of himself and mentoring his strength. His life was simple-- eat, train, sleep-- then repeat. He could handle a battle just fine, but he didn't want one. He had already failed his family by not being aware or involved in the great Kalona battle, and he knew how injured his brother and father had gotten for the sake of good and the world.
Perhaps this was his punishment? Sometimes he wondered what he was training for. He had never fought to the death like his family did. What was his strength for then? He knew he had to straighten out his mind, so perhaps that would be the winter training he needed?
He let our a loud snort and decided to trek further into the forest and away from his den. Food was scare while animals were in hiding, and that was definitely the hardest part of living on his own. It bothered him that his muscle mass seemed to lessen every winter, so he had to preserve his strength for the sake of survival. Maybe inner peace was something to train for... but even that sounded ridiculous to him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:48 am
Winter was high upon the land, turning what once had been lush and green and full of life in to nothing more than a white and grey wasteland. Animals were hibernating, trees were barren, and the entire world was wrapped in a blanket of snow. It was, perhaps, one of Mihr's favorite times of year. Night descended upon the land far earlier than any other season, which meant less time Mihr needed to feel so exposed; animals and herds clustered together to wear out the worst of the cold, and isolation was far easier to come by. . . it was . . .safer, this way, and the black haired mare found small comfort in the worlds barrenness.
Head lowered, ears alert, the female trudged through the thick snows. She paused now and then to listen, to sniff the air, ever cautious of her surroundings. She knew not where she was, only that the woods were quiet, and sounds seemed to carry far on the frigid air. Still, Mihr was hungry; the scarred mare struggled enough to hunt when food was plentiful, much less now that prey was scarce. She hated to have to give in, but she was no pure angeni, despite her appearance; her large fangs, her blood stained body, the scars from countless attacks. . . There was much regret in Mihr's life, a life that left her alone, a life that was too much a threat to be long around others.
Step-crunch.
Step-crunch.
Pause.
Step-crunch.
Step-crunch.
Pause.
Ears flicked and Mihr caught wind of something large moving not far before her. Whatever was picking its way through the trees was heading her way. Whatever it was was far too big to be a rabbit or deer -- an elk or moose, perhaps? A bear? Another soquili? Wings fluttering in surprise, the golden jeweled mare stood tall and waited. She could run, she knew she should flee, but with the thick snows her trail would be easy to follow; and the trees were too thick for her to take wing and fly. So it was, the mare did her best to hide her fangs, and steadied herself.
She was large. She was formidable. And she could attack if necessary. Oh, but she did not want to, she did not wish to do such a thing. "Is someone out there?" She finally spoke, hoping that her words might spook any beast or animal lurking nearby. At least she let them know she had found them, and was not afraid. The mare half-spread her wings, puffing out some so she might look larger than she truly was! She was ready to spring away if some beast came spring out at her, ready to attack or kill.
Thankfully, Mihr was large and formidable herself. She was no dainty thing. . . and she hoped her bloodstained coat might make any enemy think twice of messing with her!
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:18 pm
Lanzo was not as quick to pick up the female's scent. In his own comfort towards the area and familiarity with the woods, he should have been better at taking care of himself and his safety. One could never be too certain on being alone, especially when it came to winter. Everyone was vulnerable and today was a good lesson for that.
Rather then picking up the females scent, he heard her voice, and that broke his mold like ice shattering below him. If his brain could curse enough to scream into the air, that is how he felt at first. For someone that was very calculating in personality, it was not like Lanzo to have these moments or mistakes happen. Here he was dozing off and worrying about his problems, which were now making him feel ashamed at this point. Was he losing his touch? Going insane amongst the bitter and endless cold of winter? He really was starting to wonder...
Bringing his focus back on the situation, he sighed lightly and tried to push every terrible thought about himself out of his head. What he actually needed to focus on was his safety. It was time to access the situation.
"Hello and uh, yes, someone is here." He moved forward slowly and through the trees. "I... don't mean you any harm..." Smooth, Lanzo. He continued to mentally punch himself. Why was he balking all of the sudden?
When he did make it through the trees, he finally saw the figure standing there. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but he did see what he thought was stained blood. His first impulse, which must have been from his father's side: "Are you hurt?" He wasn't sure what to make of the mare, so he kept his distance and kept his body tall as well as to seem more confident then he actually was.
"I... didn't mean to stumble on your territory, if this is yours."
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:47 pm
Mihr heard the voice break through the cold air, and inwardly winced. Already her mind was a flurry of mixed emotions, fear and anxiety primarily driving the mare. What would this new experience yield? The golden eyed female wanted nothing more than to hurry away; to slip in to the woods and disappear without a trace, as sometimes happened during the summer months. Unfortunately, it was the middle of the day, and her purple coat, along with her golden jewelry, made her stick out ever so sorely! There would be no escape, and she could only hope whomever was speaking to her was friendly. . . or at least forgiving!
The mare did almost take an involuntary step back before Lanzo appeared. His words of warning did not go unheeded, but she did have to wonder. . . . who or what was out there? She understood what it was like to be regarded as a threat, and was often dubbed one! Not that she blamed them. . . she . . . she would not harm one intentionally, unless provoked, but she did need hunt and kill. And with the appearance of a holy angeni, many did not often take kind to her peculiarities. So, what was out there, and what harm did others presume him bring?
"I am not afraid." She finally spoke, belying her own anxieties. Honestly, the mare wanted nothing more than to be left alone. . . . It was better for everyone that way. Despite her faux confidence, Mihr kept her wings flared, her muscles taught, waiting for the first sign of a trap. Even if the stranger didn't wish to harm her now, did not mean he might not change his mind.
Thankfully, she didn't have to wonder what was out there. . .not when the dark stallion stepped out. Golden eyes stared at the kalona (or what to her looked very much like one!) taking note of those folded leather wings, and that spaded tail. Now it made sense. She understood why he would give warning, given that most kalona (from her understanding) were vicious and cruel. Especially given the great kalona invasion, and the most unsavory results of their arrival! Only a fool wouldn't think twice concerning a kalona these days. . . .
Thankfully, though, Mihr understood judgement and did try to hold off on casting such a thing. Looks meant nothing -- actions everything.
". . . It's all right," she finally spoke, allowing herself to avert her gaze, but only for a moment. She didn't wish to gape or stare, but she didn't want to leave herself exposed, either. Ever so slowly, cautiously, she refolded her wings. "This isn't my territory, or my land," she explained warily. "I am but passing through." When he questioned over whether or not she was all right, Mihr was not entirely surprised. It was a legitimate question, given her bloodstained appearance, though the scars on her body, some old, some new, did speak of a volatile lifestyle. "I'm . . . I'm fine, for the moment, thank you. Let me assure you, I mean you no harm, either."
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 6:02 pm
Lucky for the mare, Lanzo was not picking up any of her own thoughts about the situation. As much as she was like him internally, she was protruding enough confidence to make even Lanzo a bit worried about approaching her. Her appearance had him less concerned about her safety and wondering who's blood that was.... although the more she spoke, the less dangerous the situation appeared to be. Lanzo took a deep breath and inched forward lightly. He supposed some manners were in place at this moment. There was a kind and sociable stallion inside him, somewhere. One day he'd be better a bringing him out.
"I didn't take you as one who was afraid. When I see someone on their own in these deep of woods, I like to make sure all's well. Oh... and I tend to forget my own appearance. I may be Kalona but my family is different... so no attacks on the way from me if you are cool, too." At least his appearance made him seem a lot scarier when he did not want to interact with others. In this moment though, there was no reason to flee from the interaction. In fact, maybe this was exactly what he needed right now. The mare seemed interesting to say the least.
He, too, was a bit nervous in surveying her, but he tried to seem as normal as possible. There was no way she needed help. He could tell she had strength, and survival skills many could not handle. The blood was very intriguing, as well as the gold pieces she was able to carry in her mane. He thought he'd seen those wings before, but he wasn't sure. It really had been a long time since he'd had any interaction with others. He was starting to feel rusty.
"I'm Lanzo." He finally said, while brushing his annoying bangs out of his eyes. "Do you know this area well? If you need me to show you out of the woods I could, I currently reside not too far from here. Have been here awhile." He realized how not interesting he sounded. Good lord he had gotten stale. His brain started flurrying with worry.
He tried to distract himself and suddenly. His curiosity may have been getting the better out of this social situation, and before he realized it, he asked. "Are you royalty by chance?." The gold pieces were making him even more worried he was in the presence of a queen. Or did royalty even exist? He shuddered to himself in dismay. What would his brothers and sisters think if they saw and heard him right now?
Oh the shame.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:14 pm
The mare continued to watch Lanzo, too wary and aloof to relax in his presence. It wasn't because he was a kalona, it was because he was simply somebody, and as far as Mihr could tell, that alone meant threat. She wore too many scars, physically and emotionally, for her to believe that this stranger might be different. She didn't believe for a moment that he might understand, though . . . .though so far he had done nothing abrasive or damning. So far, he simply seemed to be curious about her, which wasn't in itself a crime. Unfortunately, though, she was certain that he would not like what he found if his curiosity remained.
Very few seemed to like to be in the presence of a killer angeni.
Still, she had never met a kalona before. . . and especially not one that seemed amicable! The stories and rumors she'd heard -- and she'd heard many, especially with the recent invasion -- often ended with blood and hate and rage. Some called them scourge and enemy, and very few seemed to want to call them friend. Given the size and appearance of this Lanzo, she could understand why: he certainly could make a formidable foe!
"I can see why they might think twice of your intentions," she finally stated, studying his large, leather wings and noticing the hint of a threatening fang on his muzzle. It was almost reminiscent of her own. "Still . . . I may look a mess, but I . . . mean no harm to you or yours. I am not lost, but I . . . ." She hesitated, trying to decide how honest she should be. If he had lands not far from these woods, kalona or not, they might not take kindly to losing prey to a rogue and hungry female. "I was seeking water." It wasn't entirely a lie. She had been hoping--and was a little desperate-- to scare up game, but Mihr could not trust that the stallion wouldn't take the news poorly, or look at her as competition. If he knew how truly hungry she was, he might think her weak, and if he did turn out to be a threat. . . well. . . . She would be at a great disadvantage. Even her wings could not save her from a hostile pursuit.
"Perhaps if you might point me in the right direction, I would not further waste your time." She finally murmured, trying not to look as aloof and nervous as she truly felt. The sooner she escaped the other, the better for them all. She didn't want to be a problem, but she was nervous and intimidated enough to wish to be away. "It is . . . it is good to meet you, Lanzo," she finally stated, golden eyes staring at the other. "I'm Mihr." It wasn't that the mare didn't know how to be polite. She jumped through these hoops all her life, but they inevitably turned on her for one reason or another.
When the male questioned whether or not she was of royal decent, the mare couldn't help but gape. Her jaw almost dropped, before she gave the closest thing to a laugh and a shake of her head. "Me? Royalty?" It was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard! Granted, the stallion could not be blamed. . . . She supposed her jewelry was a bit over the top. "No, I. . . I'm afraid I must disappoint and confess that I am far from royal, of good breeding, or of any noble class." Her, a royal. No. . . . she was a nobody. And that was probably for the best.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:06 am
"You don't look a mess at all." He studied her again and thought to himself for a moment. Was it his place to even comment? He truly did not know anymore, but appearance had been everything in his family. It seemed appropriate to tell her what he thought. "On the contrary, you should be proud of how you look. I for one felt your strength upon approaching you. Many are not as lucky to have that shield of protection in appearance." Lucky for Lanzo, if there was one thing he did understand, it was the look of confidence. He liked to talk about it and think that he also had it, but unfortunately for him he still had a lot to learn. Looking like a Kalona was not enough in his family, there was brilliance he would need to learn but had not practiced enough yet, and this was partially due to the fact it just didn't feel right to him.
Lanzo's head tilted initially when she said she was looking for water. Although the more he thought about it, it was winter, and many of the streams had iced up pretty terribly. Water was scarcer then one might think. "Well you are in luck, I do know a water spot. Its not far from here, and I can show you. It may look kind of desolate over in these woods but there are actually a lot of creatures that hide this far out." He paused while realizing that may have sounded too much like him. "But um... I'm not one to hide. I just prefer the silence." He hoped he had cleared that up enough.
Hearing himself talk was usually the most distressing part. Whenever he placed what he wanted to say in his mind, the result tended to be very different. Some of his siblings were born with such grace and composure whenever words came out of their mouth. Growing up, Lanzo always felt different to those standards. He liked to tell himself that at least he had his strength and training, but what did that leave him? An odd location in the woods and nothing to really show for...
He still was surprised at Mihr's reaction to being of royal decent. From all he could tell, not only was she unique but there was something about her that made him wonder. "There is nothing in what I observed or what you are stating that hints to disappointment. On the flip side I only brought it up because as I said earlier, there is great strength in your appearance." He nodded while wondering if he sounded confusing. "I come from a family where appearance is everything. I don't mean it to sound like I am prying, but your strength and honor is what I observed. I mean to offer... a compliment."
Lanzo hadn't quite figured out how to match both appearance and personality as well as some others in his family had been able to so boldly and confidently. Perhaps that would be his next form of training, so he could make everyone in his family more proud of him. He assumed at the moment they had thought the opposite of him, only due to the shame in his hiding. If they knew he was choosing to be alone, they'd most likely freak due to it being so unnatural to everything they were used to. It felt safer and better for everyone that he just vanish, and he had yet to come back and confront everyone.
"The water is just a ways up ahead, and I was on my way for a hunt, so its really no bother for me guide you forward." He choked on his words before realizing he may have sounded threatening. "Ugh, forgive me. When I say hunt... the largest thing I've ever had was a deer, but that was only a couple of times."
If he could stuff his head in to the snow and just stay there awhile, that may have been better than communicating as he was to Mihr.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 4:05 pm
The mare listened to the other, golden eyes watching every twitch of muscle, every pause of breath and awkward start or explanation. Thankfully for Lanzo, while Mihr was ever wary and observant, she was not known to be judgmental. One could never judge the sweetness of a fruit from the tree alone, and this stranger was no exception. Thankfully, his willingness to converse, to ramble and explain, made him more endearing than anything; he was not acting suspiciously, and in fact, only caused Mihr to be suspect because he was being so kind.
Ah, but then, that's how many of them started out at first. Granted, she'd never met a kalona, much less one that was so complimentary, but she was . . . perhaps. . . glad of it. He wasn't in awe of her, like some, so his disappointment in the truth of it wouldn't be particularly devastating. No, he was but a stranger. . . a stranger who seemed desirous to help her on her task -- nothing more, nothing less. Hungry as she was, the mare wasn't about to go back on her word for want of water.
Even when the stallion confessed his own hunger.
So it was, Mihr glanced away, unsure what to do with the words of the other. ". . . thank you," she finally murmured, sounding as awkward as she felt. She was unfamiliar with compliments, and knew she did not entirely deserve such kindness. She was not honorable. She had to kill, and had lashed out at others when she felt cornered. She didn't have a temper, but she was incredibly defensive, and instinct often took hold when she felt she had no other out. At times, when younger, she had tried desperately to eat only grasses and fruits, to repress her need for blood and meat, and that had caused both herself and others harm. It was not something she wished to repeat, and was why she often kept herself separated from strangers.
It was best she lived alone.
"You are in like company, then." On both levels -- a preference for quiet and a need to hunt. Still, the mare had had such confessions bite her before, and she just couldn't take the risk. "There is something . . . pleasant in the quiet." Loud, boisterous things often left Mihr feeling overwhelmed; large groups intimidated her, and often drained her energy. She was no means an extrovert, so she could appreciate one who enjoyed the quiet, or their solitude. "If you could show me the spring, I would be grateful. . .and the sooner you might continue your hunt." She made no expression of surprise or alarm at his confession, and why should she? He was clearly a kalona of some kind, and their species was known to eat meat. If he had wished to hunt her, or attack, he would have done so; and if he was but leading her on, to get her guard down, well, he'd be in for a long wait. Besides, he had already stated he was in the middle of hunting, and finding out there was competition so close might not bode well.
No, she would part ways, and make sure she went in the opposite direction of the stranger. That way there wouldn't be a fight. Dipping her head, slightly, in wary thanks, the scarred up mare continued to watch him. Confident as she might appear, the aloofness of her nature shone true.
Tweekend And another super slow tag. xD So sorry! And sorry Mihr's ridiculous aloof. She isn't used to others being so kind. . . or others, period.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:35 pm
Uta Please you do not need to ever apologize XD I love our RPs and put no time limit to them! <3
The mare might not have known but her company was something Lanzo needed, even if he would be the first to admit such a thing due to his own bad isolation habits. The more time that passed between them the more normal he felt. Lanzo had no reason to be as off-the-grid as he was, but the longer he stayed away from others, the more he continued to become used to the silence and simpleness to life. He really did agree with her that silence was pleasant.
With a nod, he began his movements again. "Come this way please." His voice became more natural as he found did when he felt confident in an action. As he led her forward he kept his gaze forward as not to intimidate or make her feel uncomfortable. He was always sure to keep eyesight to a minimum as he hated being stared at himself.
He truly was such a black sheep in the very lineage that was handed to him.
"I'm sure you've noticed at this point I'm not one who's gifted in smalltalk. You are one of the few travelers I've seen around here in some time." As he walked, he tried to focus on if they were going in the right direction. He thought this all looked familiar so he decided it was best to keep moving as not to get confused and seem idiotic in this situation. "I am interested to hear more about you, but whatever you wish to share. I understand if you'd rather not speak about yourself."
He knew he had to be respectful and would understand if she preferred no interaction. He on the other hand, was glad to be distracting her with some kind of speech as his eyes darted for the right path towards the spring he had promised. Winter always messed him up with its constant snow. Something did seem right in their path, so he felt it safe to keep moving as they were.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 12:28 pm
Mihr followed the stallion, a small part of her relieved that he seemed as aloof and reserved as herself. It was a refreshing change from those she usual met, though she also knew not to assume it would last. She had not been entirely forthright with the stallion, and while he was also a similar predator, she couldn't presume to know how he'd react to such a confession from her. She was a stranger in a strange land, and would rather not be viewed as competition, or worse, some sort of freak. Lanzo at least had kalona blood to back up his need for game. Mihr was cursed to look like some angeni, and their good reputation meant her hunting of prey was often condemned.
Thankfully, hopefully, she could get through these meeting without incident, and the stallion might continue on his way.
Still, as they walked, Mihr kept her ears alert, but her head down. She was not nearly as confident as the stallion had earlier suggested, and her body language was skittish, shy, and aloof. It wasn't from Lanzo though, it was just how Mihr had learned to be. She wore rejection for her bloodlust and need to hunt like an invisible cape of shame, and it was not easy to get away from such fear.
Still, she was not completely without manners, and while she enjoyed quiet, she was still a herd animal. Though herds scared her, all the same, a small part of her did actually enjoy some attention, some interaction. No soquili was an island, after all, and though Mihr tried to be, even she could appreciate a little kindness. "Then you are in good company," she finally spoke, words quiet, as if she were afraid to speak too loud. "I do not often find myself in conversation with others."
Still, she did let her gold gaze steal a glance or two at the stranger, before looking back down at their snow covered path. For just a moment, she considered his words, unsure what she should tell him, what he might care to know. "I am . . .not sure what you would like to know," she confessed. "I am not from these lands, but . . . I call none my home. I've . . . I tend to keep to myself, though you are the first I've seen in many days. I . . ." She knit her brows some, realizing how pathetic she must sound, how strange. "I'm sorry, I . . . am afraid I don't live a particularly fascinating life." How empty and hollow it sounded, but . . . that was how it was supposed to sound. She tried to keep herself detached from the world for good reasons, out of fear. . . . But when she spoke of her life, it did sound rather bland.
". . . what of you?" She quickly turned the conversation back to the other, deciding he might prefer to speak about himself, than to listen to her story. She didn't have much to tell, after all, and confessing being driven out here, or there, or confessing some more interesting hunts she'd been on. .. well. She didn't dare.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 7:28 am
He was relieved to hear the mare speak towards his inquiries. Only because that meant the spotlight was not on him for a few moments. As she spoke, he realized how soothing her voice was. It seemed to be due to a mix of not hearing someone for some time, and also how she kept it quieter for their ears. The more he listened the more relaxed he got, and that was calming even for him.
What were the chances he would find someone so similar in his own situation? She may not have thought it was fascinating the more she spoke, but Lanzo was intrigued. Usually when he ran into someone they were on the other end of loud, boisterous and obnoxious. Part of the reason Lanzo had taken the time to live an isolated life was to get away from all of that chatter and gossip, and just focus on his training. Talking to her this way made him miss how he would communicate with his family, as that seemed to be the only important thing he had left at this point.
Speaking of which and seeing as though they still had some land to walk through, Lanzo didn't mind speaking about all he had left in this world. "I completely understand what you've said and am too in a similar boat of not having anything too interesting to speak of, when it comes to me at least." A light chuckle left his mouth as he strode forward.
"I came out here and made a nice home for myself so I could train. I do approach another part of the land to see my family. I really am the black sheep out of all of them, they are all so different." He nodded gently and remembered all of the times his siblings came back with mates, friends, anything. Lanzo never found those urges, but maybe he was unfriendable? The whole thing was too much to handle, so his strength was a much better focus in his opinion. The more he trained, the more he grew in strength. That was a success he could measure to. What his siblings found just wasn't working for him.
"It was nice when I was growing up, kind of felt like a herd or whatever." He then mumbled, without realizing he was ranting. "Have you ever been amongst a herd?" He dare not ask directly about family, he knew so many had their own paths, and sometimes it was a painpoint for others to speak directly on that aspect of a past.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:51 pm
Tweekend (( They're so adorable in an awkward, quiet way. xD I'm sorry she's so mistrusting. ))
Strange, really, but. . . she had to remind herself that not everyone was cruel or unkind. In fact, there were likely a great many whom were good and strove to do good. . . ah, but that was where the trouble always began. The moment she let her guard down, the moment they found out about her needs, that was when things often went sour. Nobody wanted to run the risk of Mihr losing control, of the mare panicking and lashing out, or finding some beloved familiar unknowingly slain and feasted upon. It wasn't that Mihr sought out trouble, but many found her company unsavory. . . the blood that often stained her coat, and her need for its sustenance, left her in an awkward position.
Would it be the same with this stranger, this kalona, this Lanzo?
Mph. Well, she'd lied about her intentions, and wasn't going to risk his good grace. Water would suffice, and then she could make a pointed exist. Whatever way he roamed, she would go the opposite, and pick up hunting elsewhere. She didn't wish to look like competition, or rile the anger of his herd or family. No, the sooner she left, the better for them all. It was less risky this way.
So for now, she'd change her plans, and yearn for water. In this frozen wasteland, it was easy to forget to drink. This would be a happy coincidence, provided she could find reason to leave or escape. So, the golden eyed mare quietly listened, doing her best to remember her manners, and to not worry. She was, inherently, a good mare. . . but the world rather petrified her. She simply didn't belong. "So it would seem these lands have treated you well," she complimented his home, not insincerely. The concept was foreign to her, though not unknown. As a younger mare she had wished for somewhere to belong, to meet others like her, to find a place accepting . . . but she had been naive, and now, she was too anxious and fractured to believe. It was just better to be alone -- nobody got hurt when she got scared or overly hungry. "I shall hope they contnue to treat you so."
As for his question about a herd, Mihr's ears almost flattened, but she quickly turned it into a twitch instead. She didn't want to give herself away. "I . . . I have, briefly. I pass them in my journeys, and as a younger mare, lived amongst one for awhile. It. . didn't suit. I was born alone, and it seems that is probably the path I will tread for some time." There. Let him think she simply preferred her solitude. That would be better for them both.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 10:42 am
Uta I know I'm loving it! And not at all-- she's adorbs (: <3
He listened quietly as she spoke of herself when younger, and that she preferred to be alone nowadays. He could understand and respect that. A part of him wondered what made it so easy for him and her to understand this concept. They both wanted to do what made them feel comfortable, and survive at the same time. His family took it as a huge blow to them, but he had always felt he needed to do this for himself and see if he preferred it more, which he did for right now. Although it did make him a bit sad that Mihr had no family like he did. As much as Lanzo preferred living on his own in peace and quiet, he loved his family so much and wouldn't have been who he was if it wasn't for them.
"I think the concept of a huge herd is... stressful." He finally added, while not ashamed to admit that. "That would be too much for me. I can imagine way too much drama, and I can't handle that many at a time." It was always a bit ironic that most of his siblings lived in the spotlight constantly. He just didn't have those same urges.
"Family though, family is worth it, even if goofy sometimes." He thought back to all his parents had been through in even bringing him and his siblings to life. Nothing was easy for them and yet they treated their youth as if everything was as it should be. He wasn't sure how he would feel if he was alone as a young colt. He could imagine that was hard for Mihr, as well as the most comfortable and well-known at the same time.
"I'm probably overstepping my boundaries.." he then muttered, while lowering his eyes while they walked forward. ".. I do hope you can find some sort of klan or family one day, even if smaller. Being alone has its perks but I do hope to return to others when I am ready. Maybe you can too? Something to hope for, right?" Or was he crazy? "I don't know when I'll be ready, but I like to think I will... one day."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 8:07 pm
Mihr listened to the stranger as they moved through the barren and snowy white landscape. It was rare she was so social, rare that she hadn't yet tried to drive the stranger away... but this was close to his land, and she didn't want him to think her some threat. Additionally, he was very easy to speak to -- perhaps it was because he was also a predator like she, or at least appeared to understand the need for quiet and introversion. He did not grate on her spirit as more exuberant sorts did; he did not seem offended by her thoughtful nature, nor seem to want to force himself upon her company. He was simply letting her be, guiding her to the frozen water, and if her luck held out, would let her carry on the rest of her day in peace.
Though she was hunger -- ravenous really -- the water would slake her thirst and fill her up. Oh, but she needed to eat. If she were lucky the spirits would grant her a successful hunt soon as Lanzo left.
So it was, the black maned mare gave a small nod of her head. She didn't want to confess that she worried over ever finding some sort of family, some place to belong. It was an emotional risk, as well as a physical one -- she'd never attacked another without being cornered, but she wasn't innocent, and she was a predator! There was a great fear that lurked within the mares heart, a fear kept her from finding any place to belong. "Perhaps, one day, I may," she finally spoke, deciding to give the stallion the easier answer. "I've been so long without, though, I am unsure it is something I'd need. Does a desert miss the rain or a fish the need to fly?" She gave a self-deprecating smile, allowing the hint of fangs to show, forgetting herself for a moment. "Ah, but here I am waxing poetic. I trust you will do what is right for you, and not a moment before. I'm sure your family will be pleased to see your return."
It wasn't that Mihr didn't have a heart; it wasn't that she was cold by nature. She knew loneliness well, just as she knew the sting of rejection and wore the scars of being driven away. These hurts were far too difficult to bear, and not something she quickly wished to repeat.
Tweekend ((Sorry or the delay! Moving took quite a toll. . . and life has still not settled or me out here. o.o Still, hope you're well wherever you might be! <3 ))
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