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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:41 pm
((A private RP between my Keshani Avenara and Kyaishi's Mariko)).
((Latonia's Teepee: Here))
((Kyashi's Teepee: Here))
((This is a Reanimation of an Old Thread.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:46 pm
 Keshani Avenara flicked her spade tail as she moved through the forest, wings folded tight to her back to minimize their glow as she stalked her prey. Her eyes were narrowed calculatingly, ears pinning back or pricking forward to catch any sound of approaching prey or danger. As it stood, she was not much in the mood for hunting, but that did not mean she would not take advantage of the perfect opportunity should it cross her path.
Regardless, at the moment a fresh kill was not what she sought. Instead, she was looking for something a little more interesting. She thought she might have heard something like faint laughter, distant and drifting on the wind.. It made her pause, one silver hoof lifted as she froze in mind stride, her mane caught in a light breeze and her tail paused in a graceful curl. Definitely something in the woods with her. A force, something supernatural, it reminded her of her sire... But Aveshar's scent crackled with lightning and some strange magic from a distant land, this was power from somewhere else...
She hesitated for another moment and then drifted forward once more. Whomever they were, they did not bellow at her for crossing a territory line or invading a densite... There was no sign of foals or familiars. No herd markers or outraged alpha...
"No matter then." She mused, and began to walk on. If they had a problem with her being here, they could tell her... And unless they were bigger and stronger and faster and could outfight her... Well.
She smiled, flashing dainty fangs.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 6:25 pm
Curious silver eyes followed the form of the half-kalona mare through the cover of the trees surrounding her path, enraptured by the nonchalant attitude the other mare had about the possibility of being followed. Mariko had been trying to determine if she was hungry enough to attempt taking down a full-sized adult for her next meal, but this one... no, this one warranted closer scrutiny for the sheer level of confidence she exuded, even alone and isolated as she was- and honestly, something of a conscience had been tugging at her every time she had considered attacking another Soquili, though it warred constantly with her bloodthirsty instincts.
Silent steps carried her through the thick brush without disturbing any of the leaves, leathery wings folded and tucked tightly against her sides. A new trail of blood was trickling down her legs from the exposed spikes adorning her shoulders, but accustomed to the pain, the unikalona mare ignored it, though a slight wince flashed across her features now and then when a branch would brush against the exposed, perpetually open wounds. Her attention was solely on the feminine form below, though she made no attempt to reveal herself as of yet, still considering exactly what kind of approach would be welcomed.
She was a pretty thing, all graceful curves and long locks, sure-footed steps and tall posture adding to the dark allure that surrounded her. Quite attractive, really, although Mariko sorely doubted that any advances on that front would be fruitful. She had been told that her tastes were... strange, though honestly it bothered her little. Every other part of her was an oddity amongst nature, why not her preferences as well? Still, solely based on what she could see of a personality, this mare seemed... intriguing. Worth knowing, quite possibly, even if it ended poorly. She could never be quite sure what reactions she might incite, and this one could get violent, but she supposed it might slake her bloodlust for a while if it happened to end up that way.
Confidence was a trait they both shared, it seemed.
Decision made, the mutant mare gently nosed away the brush blocking her path and edged around the branches in her way, cautious to keep her open wounds out of their reach as she clenched her wings tighter to her sides in reflex. Free of the grasping hands of the trees, she turned towards the subject of her interest, still apparently unaware of the mare or monster that stood upon the outcropping some distance away. Clearing her throat deliberately, she began to venture down the slope with careful, purposeful steps, though there was no hint of timidity or insecurity in her form, only a cautious wariness.
"Konban wa."
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 8:12 pm
Though there was muscle and predatory grace to her, Keshani was well-aware of the fact that she was not imposing. Most of the time she used it to her advantage when she could, and if she could not, she threw herself into the fight or argument with all the cold-fury and fearless daring that she could summon. Which, to be fair, was actually a decent amount. Most of the time she walked away from the encounters, sometimes bleeding and sometimes not.. But she always proved herself, whether it be as a fighter or a Kalona or a hunter or a nuisance. She didn't do anything by halves, and that included her wanderings.
And so she continued on, chin up and tail lashing like a cat's, her ears perked to catch the sound of movement. If something hunted her, she would deal with it. Her mother was a cursed Skinwalker, she had been hunted all of her days and here she stood, alive and breathing. Let them come.
She flicked her ear to one side, faintly detecting a whisper of movement that could be anything. Could be a Kalona folding or unfurling their wings and preparing to bear down on her, could be a bird rustling in the trees and then stilling when it recognized a predator. Whatever it was, Keshani could scent little when she inhaled deeply, which told her that her shadow likely stood downwind.
'Clever. Clever and skilled.' She mused, amused and intrigued in turn. 'A hunter hunting me, or just an accidental crossing of paths?'
In the next moment she had no further cause to wonder, for her shadow stepped free of the trees and resolved itself to the shape of another mare. Keshani was somewhat relieved and intrigued in turn, turning her head to take in the graceful approach of the stranger heading down the slope. Well, that explained why Kesha could not scent her, though it was evident her injuries wept fresh blood and likely left a clear trail unless care was taken. 'Interesting.'
Keshani let the strange mare -and she was pretty and fit for all that she was injured- draw closer, hear ears swiveling to catch the careful greeting. Or at least she assumed it was a greeting, though the words were foreign to her.
"Hello?" She returned, softly and somewhat cautious in the common tongue. Her father spoke a strange language he said was a legacy of his homeland, and though this sounded something like it, it was not familiar enough for her to understand.
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