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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:00 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 12:05 am
xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: -finds himself feeling like a doll right now...- Roman Foi Valsier: /peeks out from his mama's legs eyeing the foal with interest xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: -Glances over at the other foal and sticks out his tongue.- Roman Foi Valsier: /gasps and flares before blowing a raspberry back/ >BU xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr:: -Trots in a little closer and gives a soft snort as if to dare the other to come out of hiding in his mother's shadow.- Roman Foi Valsier: /puts on his best contemptuous look (a la his grandpapa Cato) and slips from his mom unnoticed before flaring his wings as a "this is my space" manner/ >I xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: -Uncurls those long dragon wings as he leans his head down, snorting again and moves in a little closer, not afraid to invade the other's space.- Roman Foi Valsier: /mimics the other foal and tries to look as intimidating but doesn't have the scales for it >[ xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: -Only slows with his father's snort, his head lifting and twisting. He folded those wings back up but kept those claws scraping at the ground, only wanting to play with the less scary foal before him. Not his fault he played rough.- Roman Foi Valsier: /keeps his smaller kalona wings splayed and watches the other foal closely, waiting for him to do something first; he admired the claws and felt the bite of jealous for them... but remembered his grandpapa Cato's feelings for things with claws.../ xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: -Shakes his head and looks back to the foal, noticing that a lot more have started to gather around. He curled those wings onto himself and moved in a little more, spreading out his feathers now. He was only a few short feet away from the other foal now.- Roman Foi Valsier: /flinched when he realized there were others lurking but returned to staring down the weird looking colt... he shook out his mane and stepped another few paces in, standing taller and keeping his breath held in so his appeared larger than he was; he caught scent of the colt and thought of... rust and metal... and something... burning?/ xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr: - Watched the foal move in and so, he copied this, making himself look bigger, in all honesty he likely was a bit bigger seeing as his father was a rather large dragon and all. He raised a claw, shaking it causing a bit of gold to slosh off and hit the ground, cooling quickly once away from his body. He looked the other over, he was not to bad for a ball of fur with wings, but Rangvaldr was better.- Roman Foi Valsier resisted the urge to ask about the golden residue and the foal's... weirdness in general, but instead refused to be intimidated by the scaley boy... or at least appear to not be intimidated; He continued until they were almost nose to nose, but as the other colt might have suspected, Valsier was a bit shorter than he was, by a few inches. By adult hood, the size difference would be a much larger difference certainly. Valsier felt uncomfortable having his wings folded in, and kept them flared but held back, so that he was not "wider" but elongated by them. The smell was very prevalent now, and burned his nostrils when he breathed in. The pain made his eyes try to water but he kept them at bay, unblinking. xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr Seemed unwilling to step back, almost able to touch the slightly shorter foal. He was close enough that he was able to take in a deep scent. The other smelled so natural, unlike the cave that he called home filled with treasure, and glimmering gems, the scent of a male dominated life. This natural scent almost offended the small male. He though found himself wondering how long before the mother would scold the other for his actions. Rangvaldr, not having a mother, had no fears of this, but then again, he knew somewhere his father was watching from the shadows, best not to draw out the beast. He was still to young to cause smoke to roll from his nostrils, but one day he would learn, for now it was just hot sulfur smelling air. Roman Foi Valsier felt his heart pump three times before grinned; not in a malicious sort of way, but in a "this is awkward." He was tired of standing nose to nose with the larger 'colt' but didn't want to be the first to back down. He stood firm, but broke silence. "I'm Valsier." His tail did an nervous twitch type movement as he waited to see how the colt would respond. Ryuukishin Azrael: -squints and takes a cautious sniff, wondering where that awful smell is coming from- e_e; xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr Was rather tired of standing here as well, but if there was one thing he knew, it was never to back down when facing another. He had to stand steong, after all, he was the forst born son, and there for had to follow in this fathers ever leading, driving, strong footsteps. Then again, things could be worse. Finally the silence was broken. He was beginning to think this coat could not speak. "The fluffy one speaks." He mocked before he gave a smug and challenging smirk. "I am Rangvaldr" Roman Foi Disappointment sparked in Valsier. Obviously the weird colt had the nice-ness of a rock he so likely resembled. He, too, was the first born son but his birth position gave little to the way he was as an individual. He was the only one in his small family with kalona wings. He could tell his family didn't like them, and treated him just a little different because of them. What he wanted most was the rest of the traits... the tail and the horns like his Grandpapa so maybe his family would appreciate his wings a little more. But what came with his wings were less physical expressions, but more so mental and emotional. Quick tempered, Valsier didn't appreciate being called "fluffly" and curled his lip in distaste. He snerked, as if it were the lamest thing ever to have a name longer than two syllables. Ryuukishin Azrael stood where he was, but the smell seemed to intensify rather than abate. It was accompanied by some tension in the air, and his ears tilted towards the presumed source when Valsier spoke. "Is that you?" he asked (or, more specifically, accused), starting towards the strangely elongate creature. It was only when he bumped into the soquili that he realized it was not one, but two, foals standing nose to nose. "...What are you guys doing?" xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr was not raised to be nice, just to be strong, after all, not having a mother can do that to a boy. He watched the other and flared out his wings slightly. It was easy to tell there was not going to be any pleasantries passed between the two. Rangvaldr wanted to play with the smaller colt, to rake his claws through fur. He heard another speak and could not help but want to wine, still, he did well to hold his composure, his eyes not turning from the stare down from the one colt to address the other. "We are playing." He smirked that evil twisted smirk. "Want to join us? It will give me someone else to 'play' with" Roman Foi Valsier had no choice but to break eye contact when he was jolted by the other colt. "Where are all you freaks coming from?" He said, noticing first thing that the new colt had more than the average number of Kalona wings... Valsier felt a surge of jealousy that was accompanied by anger. He wanted those wings. He had to resist groaning when he noticed the new guy had scales too. "What do you mean! What are YOU doing?" Stupid, scalely, rude... he continued to mentally mutter insults, all the while glowering at the two boys that were simply too close for comfort but his pride wouldn't let him back away from either. Ryuukishin Azrael's mouth twisted. "Playing?"
He peered closer at the two, though it was not to establish any hierarchy than to get a better view. Everything was blurry; it was hard to see unless he was nearly on top of them. At least, until he opened his eyes along his mane and tail tuft. Suddenly, he was seeing from a multitude of viewpoints at once, though he had to admit, it was a little dizzying. Hair wasn't exactly known for staying still.
Even from the clarity they provided, however, it didn't seem as if the two were doing much but standing around and being smelly. "It doesn't look fun. And I came from my mum, same as you," he added with a snort. xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr tok the eyecontact being broken as a sign that he won that round. he finally turned to notice he was joined by another.. Dragon mix? He was suprised, thinking his family were the only dragons. It was actualy pleasent to see another with scales. He shuffled his wings and spread out those head and tail feathers in a bit of a display.
The one boy hid under his mother, the other spoke of their mother, what is with all the mothers. Rangvaldr had two fathers, his mother left them with their father, he had nothing but hare for the idea of motherhood. "It can be fun if you actually do something, I was just sizing him up, but he seems to fluffy and squishy to be any fun, you on the other hand..." Rangvaldr Moved around this new colt, studying him, those eyes opening seemed to set him off a bit, but then again, he leaked gold and his brother had bark holding his wings in place. "You look like you can take more of a... fight."
"As for freaks, you," He glanced to the one he had a staring contest with. "Are the only freak here if you ask me, so simple and cute, trying to be big and scary. Those wings are the only good thing you have." He snorted once more releasing hot sulfuric air and sending that stench into the air. Roman Foi Valsier felt anger he'd never experienced in his short foalhood. It was flashing and burning inside him, expressed in his snarl that he didn't purposely do; it just sort of burst out of him. He wanted to hurt that stupid, scaly git, along with the other one who really hadn't done anything; but clearly was related some how because of the scales. Stupid scales; he could see why his grandfather hated things with claws so much... they must come with scales pretty often.Apparently the snarl had altered his mother who had finally noticed his absence. She strode over, looking a little cross that he had wondered from her. When she caught better sight of the other two colts with her son, however, her expression stemmed into worry. Kalidasa approached, but kept her senses trained on the surrounding area... where there lurked these foals, their parents were surely close. "Valsier... we're leaving." She said shortly, not speaking to either of the other boys. She shot down the defiant look her son gave back, with one of her own that wilted his expression in a heartbeat. "Now." She spared a glance for the other colts and scanned the area around them quickly before turning once she was sure Valsier was going to follow. Ryuukishin Azrael could tell when he was being shown off to; he grinned, his long lips baring a mouth full of fangs. It made him feel powerful. Important. No one would waste time with a display if they didn't care for the opinion of their viewers, and in this case, it didn't seem as if the colt was trying to intimidate him. He returned the gesture with a flare of scales, feeling more at ease. His own family was composed largely of draconics and kalonas, many of them judgmental, and he did not feel as threatened among these two as others might have.
"Only a fool would make such an assessment to someone he'd only just met," he replied when the red colt spoke, but it was clear Azrael was parroting another's words -- words he didn't really understand, if he was being honest. His eyes shifted to the kalona and his scales rippled when he sensed the anger -- the potential for danger, strong enough that he ignored the dragon's sulfric fumes -- in the colt.
"What--" He stopped short when the colt's mother appeared and looked away, ears lying flat against the presence of an adult. "Nice meeting you, too," he mumbled.
He peered sideways at his remaining companion. "I gotta head home, too. I'll be back, though," he grinned, suddenly cocky despite his submissive display before Valsier's mother. "Just ask for Azzie if you want'ta find me!" he called over his shoulder. He left without asking for the dragon's name in return. xXToxicIllusionsXx Rangvaldr felt a small beat of fear when the mare approached, but showed none of it, instead swallowed it down as he stood there looking up at her. For the fear had quickly turned to anger and hate. He was saved by his mother, who in turn would likely one day turn her own back on him. Yeah, Rangvaldr had major issues. He did not seem to care about the two leaving, he only stuck his tongue out and smirked. he had won, even if a small victory. One time not having a over protective mother came in handy. With the weaker one gone, it was just him and the... one with so many beautiful to die for wings.
If Rangvaldr had time he would see how easy it would be to pry a few off and attach them to himself, but alas, he had no time for this. It was becoming late and all future leaders need their sleep so that they can be up before the butt crack of dawn to train until the sun becomes moon again.
Rangvaldr was tired, but would never confess it, no, he was not sleepy at all. That was not a yawn trying to force from him. If it was it was from boredom. he glanced at the other for a moment with those dark eyes. "We should fine time some day to play. I know a wonderful game that has plenty of action." He said with that smirk once more pulling at his lips. He knew his father would likely be returning back to the cave, meaning he would too. Curses this need to rest, but it would be good to curl up in a pool of his own melted gold where it was warm and rest... "I will make sure to look for you."
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