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 Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 7:26 pm
Ever since the great Kalona battle the spirits had been quiet to Yevadah. She decided it was best to see more of the land and her travels led her to many injured Kalona in need. There were some that were minimal in their injuries, and she was able to heal them more in spirit then in their bodies. There were others that were not so lucky in their wounds, and Yevadah was there to guide them into the spiritworld, one she felt so connected with. Those Kalona were lucky to have her at their side as they embarked from their final battle. She was as busy as she could be, but it pained her that no great spirit was communicating with her as much as with the battle.
She supposed until she heard from the spirits, she would be available to her physical kind as much as possible. She was quiet to admit, but the silence was unnerving to her. Was she being punished? If she was, she would take the punishment with pride until the great one spoke to her again.
It was on this cold wintery day that she found herself up in the mountains and away from the world. Many other lessor species were much too frightened of the cold air, but her wings would not freeze. The cold did not bother her. If the world wanted to be cold, she accepted it and molded her body to adhere within limitations. There was something of beauty to be seen from the mountain, and since Yevadah was connected to the present in this very moment, she was enjoying as much as she could. Physical life was simple in that prospect.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 8:19 pm
The bitter taste of defeat did not belong in the mouths of Kalona, and pulled Fallon's lips into a snarl. Too late! The warrior had arrived too late to the battle, traveling from lands too far distant to reach her kind in time. The wind howled, and snow painted vibrant wings with clinging white. Fallon's anger was turned outward and inward, cold and implacable. She was frozen inside, bitterness coiling and melding with disdain. How dare they accept defeat at the hooves of lessers? They should have fought until the very last Kalona dropped to the ground, a broken, bloody husk, or destroyed their enemies beneath their cloven hooves.
She would have...
She would have...
She would have... would have... !
The mare landed to pace back and forth, mind whirling with the ways she would have conquered her foes, if only she had arrived in time. It was her fault, of course, and the fault of every Kalona who had not joined forces with the Great Herd. If only she had heard of them sooner! They had had a tremendous opportunity to order the world as it should have been. They could have been benevolent rulers, or tyrants, and it would not have mattered. To Fallon's mind, the surrender of such potential was... criminal.
Nothing would ever taste the way victory did. The Kawani fools needed lessoning, needed to learn their place. In time... yes, surely in time they would learn, they would bend knee. They were unprepared for the Skinwalker threat that they prated so much about, and should have looked to their betters for guidance. How had the Great Herd been defeated? How could such a rag tag assemblage as they had faced bring them to their knees? Oh, it was more than she could bare.
Tweekend ... Well, enter Fallon, I suppose. God help us.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 5:28 pm
It was through scent that Yevadah realized she had company. It was unexpected and the mare surveyed the area around her with caution. Was someone being sent to her by the great one, or was this coincidence? She walked along a tiny trail on the mountain and watched both snow and wind darting through the air. What did finally catch her eyes was a deep purple, and she instantly spotted the other Kalona.
Her gold eyes peered through the decayed skull on her face. She was not afraid to defend herself, but she was lucky in that she rarely had to. She lived to serve her kind and speak when she could on behalf of the spirits. Her only place was beside her fellow Kalona, and she contemplated whether the mare in front of her needed something.
She drew herself forward and approached the other Kalona, keeping a satisfactory distance between the two of them. Even though the weather around them was chaotic, Yevadah tried to keep their encounter calm and without stress. She was not here to intimidate.
"You there. What brings you way up here?" She saw no injury on the mare upon quick glance. She stood firm while surveying and details upon her fellow sister. "I do not come with danger. This mountain and weather carries the most threat between us..." Her tail curled around her back leg to find warmth, and she folded her wings in to avoid more wind gusts.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:26 pm
Wings mantled, Fallon stared at the other, considering her words. "What brings you here. I have come to join my kin. Too late, it seems." Too late to aid them, and didn't that burn? There was nothing she could do now, no troops to rally-- from what she had heard, it had been a rout-- and that rankled. How could she have failed, when the opportunity had been right there, at her very hooves? Failure! She watched the other mare, taking in the sight of her, gauging the danger she presented. The other claimed that there was no threat to be found with her.
She was angry still, but kept it lidded. There was no knowing what allegiances this stranger might have. At last, she closed her wings, following the mare's example. The wind blew fiercely, seeming to howl with the fury she felt. Perhaps it was brought by the Raven Mocker. Perhaps He had summoned it to mourn the loss, or to egg his children on. They would see what would come of it, and she would discover what news this mare brought, if any.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:35 am
Yevadah pondered for a moment the best way to answer and continue with this mare. Something was obviously bothering her, but Yevadah was oblivious to her realities and reasons for her emotions. "I am only up here to observe our world from afar.. for the time being. I have no business with the great Kalona spirit at the moment, and I needed to see how the land survived the battle."
Her eyes drifted to the tiny landscape in view below them. The world was small from up on the mountain, and she had been surprised not to see more red stains of many creatures who gave their lives fighting on both sides. Had the winter hidden every battlefield possible? Did all memories lie within the white of the snow? She knew the world would revive itself as the seasons came, but she wondered how many lay in grave to the winter wonderland.
She brought herself back from her thoughts to focus on the mare again. "Late, how? You are always able to help your kin. And now more then ever they need it, with rebuilding." Yevadah was not one who completely understood what winning or losing would have meant, as she was only devoted to the spirits. They had proclaimed to her that the battle was lost. Their honor was all that mattered to her, and she would never question what fate had chosen that day.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 1:37 pm
To observe their world from afar? What, precisely, would that do for them? What good? There was something profoundly otherworldly about this mare. She seemed to almost answer questions that had not been asked, and Fallon frowned, considering her. "What are you? You're not a warrior." Given her trappings, given her carriage... "Some kind of mystic?" A shaman, perhaps? By asking Fallon knew that she had identified herself as a foreigner, a stranger. Yet the answers needed to come.
"I have never built anything, to know how to rebuild it." She was no fool; she knew her limitations. Would they accept this gruff mare into their midst, to do as the stranger had suggested? She listened to the howl of the wind, and heard no answers. The mare knew herself to be late- what did this strange mare's words matter, in that? Had she been a part of that battle?
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:50 pm
Yevadah had a patience that many Soquili could not obtain in their lifetimes. Having patience with the physical world and its inhabitants was one thing, but patiently waiting for spirits to communicate was an entirely different task. She could wait months of even years for a sign if the spirits beckoned it so. She had some moments in her life were it felt like ages until her next message. Hearing the mare's heated words brought no change to Yevadah's stature. She only nodded and added "Yes, a shaman that serves our kind, and did throughout the Kalona battle."
She supposed the the wording of rebuilding was somewhat confusing at quick mention. There was much to rebuild for their kind, and everyone was bound to help. "You are a strong warrior, when I say rebuild I only hope that you will use your efforts to join other Kalona that need you." Every Kalona could help in some way or regard. "I know many Kalona if joining them interests you. I am able to help if I can." She bowed her head solemnly while keeping her bright eyes on the other mare.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:37 pm
It was unlike Fallon to accept help... and yet, had she not all but stated that she had meant to offer it? What was so different, then, about hearing out the advice of this mare? She listened, considered the mare's words, and frowned slightly. "If that is so, why then do you have no business with the great Kalona spirit?" He whose calls could be heard as the wind howled around them, an angry wind. Or so it seemed to Fallon. Perhaps she attributed a temper to it that it did not have.
Finally, she made her decision. "You will tell me, then, where I can find those who need my help." That was one of a shaman's functions, was it not? Truth be told, Fallon's own upbringing had had little to do with shamans and mysticism. She didn't know much about them, beyond that they existed, and that they were in touch with the spirits.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:44 pm
Perhaps the great Kalona spirit was in the air around them. Yevadah closed her eyes and wondered if the violent air had brought them together for a reason. Was there a greater purpose to this meeting? She wasn't feeling anything extraordinary at this very moment. She reopened her eyes and gazed ahead while sighing lightly. Living for signs was her purpose, and unfortunately nothing was coming forward in energy.
The mare's question was completely valid as to how Yevadah was feeling. It was true that her credibility as of late was somewhat in question... The spirits had been quiet ever since the battles end. "When I am needed I communicate for our kind. I always have business with the great Kalona spirit, but unfortunately they may not always have business to share with me." A spirit who was so mighty meant she would not bother unless she was summoned for it.
She was glad to have a task from the mare. A task was just what she needed in this very moment. "Fine, I will. But first. What skills will you bring? What kind of Kalona are you looking for? I have worked alongside many kinds and herds, some larger then others. Are you looking to join and pledge yourself to one specifically, or a smaller group?"
Yevadah couldn't tell so far what this mare wanted in her future. The mare was lucky that so much was now a choice, and it all could be shaped in just a few decisions.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:50 pm
The wild winds echoed the storm within Fallon's warrior heart. It was a cold thing, made brittle and brutal with time and experience both. Although young yet, the mare had had seen more than her share of battle, and she was not frightened by much. But to know that so many of their kind had suffered in the great war between Kalona and the lessers of the Kawani pained her. It nearly frightened her, for it implied a weakness that she knew to be false. Surely they had simply made rash decisions, the wrong decisions. That was all.
That was enough. "I am a warrior. I am strong, and I can carry great loads on my back if need be. I can tear away at grass and trees alike. I can plot and plan like any of our kind." She stamped her hoof, watching the mare with eyes that flashed with irritation. "And I can defend." She could do many things besides that, but that was a start. "I was looking to join the Great Herd, but their fight is over. Now it will be the smaller fights, the lesser fights." Truth be told, she didn't know where she should go, now that they had failed. "Do you know of any groups in such need?"
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