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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 4:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 4:16 pm
Another lonely night was coming to an end. The last stubborn shadows starting to shorten with the rising of the sun, and still Ryota hadn't found anyone to talk to! He'd have to find someplace to sleep soon, he'd been up all night again after all, wandering around, looking for someone to spend a little time with, hoping there was another night-walker, but no such luck.
He hadn't been paying too close attention to where he was going, or where he'd ended up, all he knew was that the sun would be fully above the horizon soon, or so the shadows told him, and he'd need to find a spot to bed down for the day. He'd tried to alter his habits on his own, to be awake in the day and asleep at night, like others, but he never made any progress.
With a heart-heavy sigh he looked around him for the first time in some hours, and realized he had no idea where he was. Definitely not his usual wandering area. He knew there were others in his usual area, even if they were day-walkers, but this area was all new to him. Maybe he'd stay awake a little bit longer, just to check things out a bit, see if there were day-walkers around worth checking on. Maybe he'd get really lucky and find another night-walker getting ready to sleep the day away, but his hopes for that weren't very high at all.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 11:28 pm
Genevieve was restless. The petite mare had never slept well during the night, too anxious about predators and things that went bump in the night. It had been years since her mother's passing, her father's grief,her brother's vow for vengeance. The skinwalker had done more than just strike terror into Genevieve's heart -- she had shattered her family. Her siblings had been gone for years,either travelling the world to escape their grief, or had succumbed to that grief and left the woods that had been their home. Ah, but the little mare couldn't bring herself to leave,as hard as it was to stay.
These woods and the neighboring meadow had been the only places she'd shared with her family before Wyrsa's attack. These woods were where her mother's spirit rested, and where the closest thing she had to keeping Esta alive. While her father and brother had disappeared years prior, Genevieve couldn't leave her home even if it was now laden with a foundation of grief and terror. She was, she believed, the only one faithful enough to keep her mother's memory alive.
Ah, but the mare was just a shell of a mare. For all that she tried to remember the good times, she was a lonely creature. Her family was gone, and deep in her heart, she knew them to likely never return; worse, she jumped at every shadow, and feared night as much as she feared the day. Her mother had been killed in front of her father and she, and Genevieve was petrified that the black skinwalker would return one day to finish the job. Still, every season she forced herself to find the patch of land where Esta had fallen, to cry, to lay down flowers or stones, to try to remember her mother's warmth, laughter, and kindness. It never got easier, and worse, as the years went on, Genevieve feared that her memories were beginning to fade. Things were becoming general sentiment, and specifics were beginning to fade.
Ah, but the little mare was a worrier. Full of anxiety and uncertainty, the mare couldn't sleep, and so she wandered ever so carefully around her family's little patch of woods. The sun would rise soon, which brought comfort to her heart; the shadows scared her. What if Wyrsa was there? Shuffling quietly through, the mare was sadly oblivious to Ryota's presence. She had not yet picked up his scent, and had no idea she was making a bee-line straight towards him. For all that she tried to stay alert, she was tired, she was stressed, and her woods were more often than not quiet. Not many passed through her quiet lands . . for better or for worse.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:08 am
Ryota paused, hearing the sounds of another. a lot less sound then he was used to, but sounds none-the-less. His ears pricked and swiveled on his head, searching for the direction the sounds were coming from, and determined they were nearby somewhere, and getting closer. He crept quietly out of the way of whoever was approaching, tucking himself down behind some bushes where he'd be out of sight mostly. He waited, and in short order, he saw a small but colorful soquili come into his line of sight. He blinked.
A Mare, and she looked exhausted. Maybe she was in trouble? His ninja 'stay hidden' training warred with his 'help her, darn it!' honor code, and the code won. He eased himself out of his hiding place, and walked around so he'd come out ahead of her, far enough to hopefully not startle her too terribly, and came out of the remains of the shadows. "Hello," He said as gently and kindly as he could, but his voice was rough from disuse. Being a night-walker with no one to talk to meant he had little reason to speak. Sure sometimes he talked to himself on his wanderings, but not often enough to keep his voice from sounding raw now. He cleared his throat, and tried again, his voice a little smoother this time and less gravelly. "You look like you need help... is there something I could do for you, Miss..?" he offered. Mares and Elders were a weakness to him, his honor code stated if they needed help, he would offer help, and this mare was probably a day-walker, so why she'd been up all night he could only guess, and his guesses ran to something keeping her awake all night, maybe something horrible like a predator. He might not be much bigger then the little mare, but he could try to help her, right?
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:56 pm
Anabis Sorry for the delay . . . I'm so slow xD
Now that she was aware of the others presence (and that Ryota had quit hiding!) Genevieve was able to pick out the shadow stallion. What surprised her most wasn't the fact that the male was as dark as night, and almost hard to spot among the shadows; it was that he was small, just like her! It had been years since Genevieve had crossed paths with another usdia, so to find one right now was astounding.
. . could one as small as she be a threat?
Well. Maybe. But he did seem legitimately concerned with her well-being. So it was, the mare tried to find her own voice, as well as relax. It didn't quite work. Lowering her head just a bit, her muscles stayed tense, prepared to flee if necessary. Surely she could outrun the stranger and hide. . . couldn't she? "Er. . ." She started, suddenly aware that she was staring. "I'm sorry, Sir. I . . . was simply having trouble sleeping. So. I'm . . . wandering a bit." It wasn't entirely a lie. She just didn't wan to confess that her home was near. Giving her tail a flick, she tried to remember her manners. This was no skinwalker . . . and she'd never heard of an usdia being cursed. "Are . . .are you all right?"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 3:35 am
"Yes," Ryota replied carefully. This little Female seemed scared of him, he didn't want to spook her more then he already had. He lowered himself into a bow to the little Miss, hoping the action, which put him at a distinct disadvantage to do anything, would help ease whatever fears of him she had for the moment. "I am Ryota, can I wander with you for a bit?" he asked, glancing up at the other Usida from his bow. "I wander too, it's lonely most times." he explained. "No one to talk to."
He hoped she would let him wander with her for a bit, being alone a lot wasn't much fun at all, but he hopes she'd let him so he could keep an eye on her. What would give a pretty mare like her reason to be so scared? Compared to other Soquili he wasn't much of a threat for size, but maybe if the Miss had another with her she wouldn't be so afraid.
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