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 Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 5:48 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 6:25 am
In his mother's eyes, Fachtna was now fully grown and fully trained to her standards. He spent his time with the herd, and was glad to finally be able to officially protect the borders. Up until now, it had always bothered him that he wasn't proclaimed a member with such responsibilities. As much as he kept quiet about it, he knew he was fully capable of handling even the most brutal of attacks. He wasn't one who wanted to prove his strength to others. He just liked the thrill of heavy battle, and testing his abilities. How could he grow if he was never challenged?
In his mind, he was a descendant of one of the greatest Kalona that ever lived. He wore Rot's heritage like armor every day, and felt it was his responsibility to have him live on through him. Every day he was pushing to have his strength, and he hoped as he grew older he would also get the wisdom Rot carried.
For now, he was traveling beyond the borders in search of some meat to bring back to the group. The nice thing about the herd was there was always someone to cover his back if he was asked to take action elsewhere. Hunting in the winter was not his favorite of activities, but he knew it had to be done for everyone's survival.
He surveyed the area with sharp eyes and tried to keep his movements slow. No scent was catching his nose at the moment, and he wondered if he should take his search to the air. Almost naturally, a low growl rumbled in his throat as he stepped forward through the iced land.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 6:53 pm
Tweekend Omg. . I am so sorry this took ages! :c
Hmph.
So it was, picking her way as delicately and quietly as she could through the snow drifts, the mare stopped now and then to listen hard and sniff the air. The woods were breaking up, and she wondered if taking to flight would be better; it was certainly a better way to hunt, but it also meant prey beasts could spot her, sometimes before she spotted them. It also left her exposed, and she was unfamiliar with the herds of this new land. . . She didn't need to get chased out of the sky or attacked by the natives! No, no Tryphaina had learned her lesson well as a young foal, alone and on her own. Lesser's were cruel, hateful things and were to always be considered a threat. A threat that a single kalona could not always handle. . . .
Everything seemed still, quiet, calm. Until she heard the faint crunching of snow and . . . . was that a growl? The mare's wings flared slightly, eyes narrowing as she took a defensive position. Curiosity, and a need to know what new threat was near demanded the mare at least investigate. She was too proud to slink off without at least knowing full well it was a threat she could not handle. All she wanted to do was hunt in piece, and if this was a snarling predator, that meant competition. . .and she had been here first! Hmph.
So it was, the mare attempted to slink up the small snow drift and catch sight of whoever it was making their way through her land. (Ok, it wasn't really hers, but it wasn't anybody's! Not . . .not as far as she could tell.) Unfortunately, while she knew the crunching of the snow beneath her hooves would likely give herself away, she tried to move as quickly as possible. So it was, she came to the top and looked down . . . and what she did not expect to see was something so glaringly red! Red, with horns, and leather wings, and a spade tail! For a moment, in her utter shock, the mare simply stared. It had been years since she last saw a kalona, though she had heard rumors of a larger force moving through. But. . . . but that had all been nothing but speculation!
Was it truly another like her? In these lands?
Still, the mare suddenly remembered herself. She was, for all intent and purposes, not a terribly large kalona female, but she certainly had her pride. So it was, she gave a low, warning growl, keeping her wings still partially flared in defense. Who knew what this stranger would do? Thankfully, she had the high ground. . .never mind that it was a snow drift and she was now up to her knees in it. It still felt higher. Almost.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:05 pm
Uta Absolutely no worries at all!! xoxo
He supposed it wasn't entirely his fault in acting this way as his mother was famous for having a temper that could turnover faster then a new gust of air. Fachtna grew up observing life through an almost manic lens, but as he grew older he found it easier to control his emotions on his own. He realized his mother chose to act and react her own way, whereas for him quick temper turnovers usually occurred with a bit more calculation and necessity.
For example, even in this very moment, when a scent and growl was so apparent and near him, he wasn't seeing red as his mother would.
Instead he embraced the growl and hoped for a good challenge. He could not see the other Kalona yet, and kept his purple eyes forward and ahead with quick glances around the area. Where was the b*****d? Where they playing hide and go seek? Fachtna disliked games.
"Come out and face me, coward. Anyone who hides loses my respect and thus, is a coward." He snorted loudly while stomping forward. He'd find the culprit here and the source to his senses flaring.
Despite his fast heartbeat and the hope for something interesting to happen around him, he was quick to remember his duty to his herd and the task he had been assigned. The stallion stopped his loud movements and took a deep breath, as if removing hot air from his brain. In the end it wasn't just about him, and if anything the herd was one thing that usually stopped any rash decisions for the stallion.
"I wasn't looking for a fight, so unless you are proposing one I see no reason for any hostility..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 11:58 am
Tweekend Sorry for her ridiculousness. xD She's a bit hyper-defensive.
She was no coward! She had fought tooth and nail and hoof and claw to be where she was today, with nobody's help, nobody's guidance! She'd starved and been attacked, sported scars, and exhaustion just to make it to these lands. She wasn't afraid of anybody, even if she weren't the largest or most intimidating of kalona. Big boned, yes, but there were larger kalona mares out there than her. . . . And this stallion, though no draft, was also still larger.
But she was not afraid! And she was absolutely no coward!
"Maybe you shouldn't be so blind! I am no coward, trespasser!" She hissed, leaping out of the snow drift and slipping and sliding down the hill, right toward Fachtna. While her wings were flared, and it was not at all a graceful maneuver, she stepped at the bottom of the hill, fangs bared and eyes narrowed. She wasn't afraid of this red brute. . . even if it had been quite some time since she'd last witnessed a pure kalona.
"I'm hunting here, so I'd suggest you find some other place else to pass through," she growled, tentacle tail coiling and uncoiling in her distress. So what if these lands were very much unclaimed, she wasn't about to let someone else scare up her game! She was hungry too, and he looked plump enough under that red coat. He certainly couldn't be starving, and she wasn't going to give way just because he wasn't looking for a fight. She didn't want to fight, and her lack of attack proved as much, even if she did not vocally agree. She didn't have the energy to waste on a pointless fight, but she also didn't want the competition.
Now that she was closer, Fachtna did look far healthier than her own state, but that didn't mean anything! She was just rugged from the wild, that was all. He was no better than her.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 7:03 am
Uta She is awesome! Sorry for my very overdue tag @@
She was clearly trying to survive, and it was not his place to determine her survival through a battle. When he was younger he was naive and wanted to destroy as many creatures as he could, no matter the Kalona loss. Now that he had a place and role within the herd he would not sacrifice his kind due to his own ego. His kind needed each other, even if run ins like this were never as peachy and fun as it was for other Soquili. This was not something his mother had taught him. It was others within his herd that had given him more to consider, as the stakes were higher for his kind then even he could ever understand.
"Fine, you actions to reveal yourself to speak the truth, you clearly are no coward." He studied her quietly before assuring himself she was entirely his kind. Her demand that he was trespassing wanted to make him chuckle, but he refrained. He was not trying to make her angrier, and most certainly start something here.
"I do not wish to disturb your hunt." He finally said, after what was probably too long of a silence. "These lands are not far from my herd, where I too was out to get food. But you were here first as I picked up from your scent, so I will lave this path as yours."
He watched her through his own purple eyes. If this mare was on her own she had lived and kept alive on her own. That was a strength he could appreciate. These days it was not easy due to the amount of skinwalkers and other mutants who lived to destroy them.
"I am Fachtna." He finally said, while lowering his wings to his side and continuing to lose signs of defense. "Before we depart and continue our separate ways, I'd like to ask some questions."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 12:11 pm
Tryphaina kept her wings flared for a few pointed moments longer than Fachtna. She was making a point to look fierce, to remind him that she was the dominant one between the two of them. Or at least, that was what she was attempting to prove. She was too young to have developed and matured into a cool, calm, collected, confident sort of mare; but oh, how she tried. It was just so hard to keep ones cool when she was constantly cornered! Every meal could be her last, and she had no one to depend upon but herself. Was it too much to ask for a little territory to call her own? A place she could hunt in peace, somewhere where the territories were respected? She was a fierce kalona, after all. . . . why didn't the world see that?
So it was, after a very long moment, the mare slowly, tentatively, let her flared wings relax to her side. Her tail continued to curl and weave behind her, and her muscles didn't relax into a resting stance, just in case the red one changed his mind about attacking. She wasn't going to be caught off guard! Still, it was inwardly very surprising that the stallion decided to defer to her wishes; he wasn't going to make her fight? He was going to let her hunt in peace and find somewhere else? Surprised as she might have been, Tryphaina tried hard not to let it show, and only bared her fangs more confidently.
Clearly, she had intimidated the stallion into giving way. Or at least, that's what she wanted the world to believe.
"At least you have some sense not to fight," she almost complimented, giving a small huff. She let her cloven hoof paw hard into the snow, as if stamping it down proved that she had well and truly won this encounter. Things were going her way for a moment, and she was going to enjoy it. Still, the fact that the stallion wanted to ask her questions caught her off guard?
Her gaze narrowed a bit suspiciously, even as she had to wonder. What could he possibly want to know? Still, she had not overlooked his confession of having come from a herd. A small part of Tryphaina wondered if it were made up of kalona, or if he were some lesser freak that had taken up with mixed breeds. Still, if it were a herd of kalona, perhaps it would be best if she moved on. . . She didn't need to get driven out or attacked by a group of them, especially if Fachtna returned to tell of his tale.
Jerk.
Of course that would be his plan.
Still, the stallion was going to leave. . . so perhaps she could humor him and his questions? "Very well, ask. But then you must go and leave this area to me!" She reminded with a small huff and a little whip-like flick of her tail. He had said so, and the mare could only hope this kalona male had as much pride as she. Surely, he wouldn't turn back on his word. She would bite him if he did!
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 7:37 pm
He was surprised that she was lowering her aggressive stance and so quickly. That proved to him she was not only capable of survival, strong on her own, but also reasonable. Not all Kalona were blessed with thoughts or voices of reason. Due to the way their kind needed to survive, he imagined that a Kalona living on its own could be completely bloodthirsty and maniacal to hidden and secret in personality and living standards, only because that was what survival brought out of any creature. Kalona carried the strength to survive on one's own with or without reasoning attributes, but it was always a plus to find fellow kin who thought through all emotions and scenarios before resulting to pure action.
Watching her in the now made him feel more secure in stopping her before she continued on her own way, and out of his sight probably forever. Growing up with his herd had taught him not only his own strength and survival skills but that every Kalona mattered in their cause. Especially when those he and his herd found that did not believe in attacking another Kalona so recklessly.
He may not have known her motive at this current moment, but his internal reasoning was enough to make him glad he had her pause to answer his questions.
"The area will be yours as well as its prey, that you have my word." He finally said, in his usually grunted tone. "I find myself interested in your story before you go." Fachtna wasn't the best communicator and this was certainly not his role in the herd but it felt like a waste to let a fellow Kalona like this one vanish without even discussing their cause. He leveled in his focus and continued in his speech. "Have you always been on your own?"
He paused slightly, and darted his eyes straight to hers, and held back any blinks. "I come from the oldest and proudest Kalona herd and I wanted to gauge if such a thing was known to you, and if there was any interest with such a concept." He tried to think back to how some other members spoke of their herd. He wasn't sure if he was utterly confusing in this moment, or giving the appearance of a strong and bold stallion who could influence another.
No matter what he was feeling, he tried to continue to act as proud of his words as possible, to see if this mare trusted his words in terms for truthful responses back to him. "I ask because there is potential in you, and you are strong." The rest would be up to his herd members to decide on if she was worthy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 8:48 pm
Tweekend ((Lawl. He's trying so hard to possibly recruit . . . you'e got this, Fachtna! ))
Was it to gloat?
Was it to mock?
The mare listened as the stallion attempted to explain and give reason -- the oldest and proudest? Well. . . . she believed the proudest bit easily enough from how the stallion talked up the herd, but oldest? That she wasn't entirely sold upon. Still, she had no reason to doubt, just as she had no reason to truly believe -- there was no proof of this herd, no proof that it was the oldest kalona herd. Oh, was . . . was he from that herd that moved through the Kawani? Perhaps, perhaps. . .
Tryphaina continued to regard the stallion warily, and gave a small toss of her mane. "I have heard rumors of a herd or two while in these lands. . . though none by name." Still, the mare had yet to give up any information of herself, and she was attempting to figure out whether or not she should be honest. Truthful, perhaps, but maybe not overly so. "Part of me thought them rumor or some sort of bogeyman for kalona here -- true kalona at least -- are rare." Her derision for mixed kalona breeds was obvious, and it was a shame that the Kawani was filled to the brim with such beasts. She had almost given up the thought that actual kalona existed in this land, outside of the few rumors of great herds roaming about, and now, of course, this red stallions existence.
Hmph.
"I've lived on my own long enough," she stated with a snort and a proud tilt of her head, puffing out her chest and hoping that she looked intimidating enough. He might come from some herd, but she knew how to stay alive, how to truly fight. . . Even if she were thin, and small, and not at all particularly fearsome compared to the heftier stallion before her. ". . . what sort of potential?" Tryphaina demanded to know, her purple eyes narrowing with suspicion but (perhaps) a little intrigue. Nobody had ever complimented her before. . . and she wasn't sure if she believed him. Was he just making this up to stroke her ego? Was he playing some sort of trick to catch her off-guard?
"Of course I'd have potential! I am a pure kalona, you know. . . and not some weak half-blood, thank you! Your proud herd doesn't have any of them in it, does it?"
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