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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:42 pm
Feeling significantly more light-hearted since her last visit with her brother, and very nearly back to herself once again, Keshani Avenara allowed herself the luxury of an aimless little walk. Soon enough she would return to her own territory, but for now she was content to wander out of her brother's hunting grounds and skirt the lands of their father. It would do her no good to confront their sire in her current state, though she knew she couldn't avoid him for long. Thankfully his territory was large, and he was likely to be away from this border when his son was close. She shook her head and picked up a gentle lope, ghosting away from the lands of her kin so she could enjoy the quiet. Moments later she slowed, lifting her head to scent the wind. Now she was in unclaimed territory, and she glanced around in mild interest.
The forest around her was softly silent, leaves gone autumn shades as the weather cooled. All the woodland creatures scattered at the sound of her, rabbits darting into their warrens and squirrels bolting into safe hidey-holes. Overhead was a riot of orange, red, yellow, brown and gold... No longer were the comforting emerald shadows draped above, ready to offer shelter and solace... Now it seemed as though the sun had set and set fire to the branches.
"Autumn." She mused softly as stood out against the colors, stark silvered-shadow and soft glowing markings. Stretching a mist-colored wing high, she admired the contrast between the gleaming feathers and the bold shaded leaves. "Winter soon enough..."
Then she would be quiet at home, surrounded by skeletal shadows and crisp white. Prey would be slim with the snows, but the brisk cold never failed to invigorate her. She delighted in weather that bit and clawed, feeling fiercely alive. It would be upon her soon, but for now the fall chill made her step happily through the silent forest. A pity there was not more entertainment about, she could stand a good conversation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 5:26 pm
Winter was coming and it was a glorious truth. The way the trees arched upwards, spindly limbs bare and casting shadows onto crisp white snow? The way the wind howled, touched by nothing but the cold and the snowflakes that fell? It was his favorite season--the season he was born, a tiny blue colt welcomed into a family of five, four of them happy, peaceful, bubbly creatures of wind and angeni bloodlines. His parents were very much in love and they very much loved him.
But Winter was...different, even as a colt. Drawn towards the shadows instead of the light, seeking out solitude and, when he was older, finding the company of kalona and mutants the most enjoyable. He liked twisted, dark and creepy things, things that went bump in the night. He collected bits of bone and tooth, stringing them on necklaces to adorn his pale pelt. He worried his parents--and he hated that he worried them so--so his answer was to leave. Leave his happy family behind and seek out a life of his own. He didn't deserve the angelic wings that adorned his back, always keeping them pressed tight against his sides. He would live his life forever alone.
Until a cousin he barely knew came to him with a sickly colt and that colt, so tiny and fragile and innocent, looked up at Winter with eyes made for adoring...and the ice around the stallion's cold heart melted, opening his eyes to other possibilities, other plans and places he needed to be. His life was far from over. He had so much to live for.
Last winter, he was a rogue, a loner, unwanted and reckless.
This winter? Gypsy Winter smiled as he gazed up at the cloud-filled skies, the wind blowing his hair across his face. This winter...he was loved. He was living.
He wasn't sure what brought him to this place tonight, but he found himself wandering, musing over things that once were true but now were figments and fragments. The breeze caught a sent, sending it swirling his way, and Winter lifted his head. There, in the distance, was a dark shadow. He hesitated--just for a moment--before moving in the mare's direction. Daleson always told him he wasn't nearly social enough.
"Hey there," he murmured, his voice pitched low. "You feel it too? The change in the air?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:50 pm
Keshani Avenara gave a slow blink, dark lids momentarily obscuring the bright-silver glow of her gaze. Overhead a soft wind stirred the bright sea that clung so stubbornly to the spindly, skeletal branches. However, some of the leaves lacked their fellows conviction, and with the tug of wind they went scattering, the breeze sending a flame-colored shower of whispering plant matter down over the dark mare.
She bowed her head and gave a soft laugh as they rained down, feeling some cling to her loosely braided mane like ornaments. Such adornments seemed more suited to a spring queen draped in flowers, so the Kalona blooded mare only allowed them to linger for a moment. The next she shook herself from nose to tail, flaring her misty-feathered wings with the movement.
The next moment she spun, hear ears snapping forward and eyes narrowing on a speaker that had appeared while she was meandering about with her head in the clouds. 'Careless. Foolish and careless and both Avant and Father would have your hide for such nonsense. Shame on you.'
She gave the strange stallion a faint frown, eyes drawn to the stunning flare of his wings. The filly in her heart gave an excited little caper, but she squashed the impulse and washed it away with a faint nod. He had asked her a question, it was rude to stand in silence.
"Yes, I feel it." She offered, her tone soft and a little husky. She was not used to speaking to those were not her family. Not used to speaking to those that she should -by all accounts- consider to be prey. "Winter is pressing in, perhaps a little earlier and a little stronger than usual. I would not be surprised if this glade was filled with snow in a week's time."
There, that was hardly impolite and even bordered on conversational. "If this is your home, I regret any intrusion."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 6:28 pm
Winter watched her, ears tipped forwards as steely eyes slid down the slender frame of a mare with both wind and kalona blood running through her veins, her dark hair tossed by the crisp wind that blew around them in gusts, sending leaves spiraling from the trees to dance across the dampened grass. He could see the wariness she wore like a second skin as she watched him right back, as if trying to decide whether or not to speak to him.
She decided to speak and her voice was lovely, a low thrum of sound with power behind her carefully chosen words. Winter smiled, lifting one brow and tilting his head to the side, silver bangs falling down across the left side of his face. He was young, though probably not as strong as she was despite his bloodlines, but he was wiry and fast on his hooves. He couldn't help but compare them--though he didn't know the mare that he was comparing himself to.
People were such puzzles...
"I hope you're right, if we're being honest," he said, just loud enough that his voice carried over the wind. "Winter is beautiful, peaceful, poetic, where as summer is harsh and hot and thick like the desert. I don't care much for summer." His lips twisted into a wry smile, stepping closer, gauging her reaction with each step. Kalona were wiry, twisty-turny things with a penchant for violence... Maybe that was why he was so drawn to them. Their darkness.
"No, it's not my home. No worries." He quirked a brow. "And with that, I'm assuming it's not your home either." Flaring one wing to the side, spreading it out as far as it went, he gave a small bow. "The name's Gypsy Winter...in case you were wondering."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:16 pm
Keshani was aware of his regard, had spent far too much time being hunted in her youth to not know when someone looking at her. She could almost feel it, like a buzzing under her skin, like the cool shiver of winter down her spine when the wind blew. Still, she also knew better than to visibly react, so beyond the faint twitch of one ear she remained a mist-touched statue in the autumn wood.
He was bigger than she was, height wise, built wiry for a stallion. Too big for her to comfortably to take down as prey, even if she was hungry enough to do so. Maybe if he was hurt, but otherwise, not worth it... Better to be civil.
'I hope you're right, if we're being honest.'
Then the moment was gone and she was alive again, breathing deeply of the cool air. And she was laughing, her soft, throaty laugh. "I think I am, my senses say so.. But I guess the only way to know is if we visit again in a week and see, hmm?"
She agreed with his words about winter, favoring the temperature of it and the cool disconnect with the world. It wasn't all sunshine and sweet young things that begged for attention... It suited her more solitary nature. "I agree I find winter superior to summer, much more preferable."
She watched him approach without batting an eyelash, but let something like amusement seep into her expression when she noticed him judging her reaction as he approached. She even let a faint smile flicker across her face as she tilted her head to better consider him with one silver eye, faintly shaking her hair back out of the way.
"I am pleased to hear it." She returned softly. "Ahh, Gypsy Winter. No wonder your opinion of the weather is so strong."
She gave a soft laugh, then inclined her head. "Well met. Since you have given me your name I supposed I shall respond with my own, I am Keshani Avenara."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:16 pm
The way she watched him with heavy-lidded silver eyes, it sent a sudden tingling chill racing down his spine--not fear this time, but... The beginning twist of excitement, making his heart pick up speed. She looked at him with an almost sort of hunger, her prey-drive determining whether he was a meal or not. His lips quirked up at one side, a half-smile, half-smirk as she regarded him.
When she looked away, however brief, he gazed up at the cloud-studded sky and breathed in deeply, letting the chill touch his lungs. She was right, he was certain. It was only a matter of days before the frosts hit, killing off what was left of autumn in one smooth strike. He gazed her way, lifting a brow. "Most definitely," he replied. "And soon the frosts will come, sealing the land with a layer of ice. Summer has it's place in the world, but..." He paused, continuing her way. "The heat is suffocating as hell." He flicked his plaited tail, letting the beads snap against his flank.
At her comment of his name, he grinned. "My parents weren't very original, but I was born in winter and they found it suiting. Though I was always mocked, called the frost prince. Can't help it, being a d**k is my nature..." He snorted, tipping his head to the side. "Or...at least it was. Maybe Winter has thawed a bit in his old age. Who knows."
But when she spoke her name, he repeated it, the words like a song on his lips. "Keshani. It suits. Pretty name for a pretty mare, if you don't mind the compliment. You seem like the sort of girl I would've pined over, once upon a time. Steely and dangerous."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 3:54 pm
He did not seem stupid, that much was obvious. As she considered him Keshani was sure he was aware of her regard, of her consideration. He knew she was judging him, prey or predator, ally or enemy; knew she was determining whether it was worth it to attack, ignore, tolerate or torment. She didn't chase him off, she didn't see him as food, which meant he was an equal of sorts. And he knew it.
She nodded faintly in agreement as he spoke, eager for the bite of winter. Before it grew too terribly cold she would likely sleep outside, delighting in the bite of ice on the wind and the dry crackle of the grass in the pre-dawn mists that were her favorite time. His words about summer startled another laugh from her, though she nodded faintly in agreement.
"Summer is fine enough for some things, but I think there are quite a few of us that find the heat to be too oppressive to take pleasure in." She returned, mild amusement still coloring her tones, though she made no remark when he explained his nature.
She was sure his attitude barely registered on her scale, it must have been weak-willed others that thought of him as a frost prince. Keshani would probably strike ice into their hearts if she merely walked past, if they thought of him as cold.
"Original or not, the name suits." She returned carelessly. "And he does not seem so old as all that. More likely, to my eyes, they were overly sensitive."
She flicked an ear as he echoed her name, glancing his way with amusement in her eyes once more. "I thank you for your compliment, Winter. And no, I do not mind your compliments or flattery. And your assessment is, not inaccurate."
She gave another low laugh when he mentioned pining over her kind. "Oh, crossed many of us, have you? I wonder then, what has changed? Am I no longer your type? Looking for something softer and sweeter, now that you're feeling your years?"
Not that she really cared, but the words were a curiosity and rational or not she was amused by this Winter. Besides, what else was there for her to do?
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