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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 7:39 pm
 The last rays of the sun stretched along the top of the sky casting a deep pink to purple hue as a large dark figure slowly stretched it wings below. The dusk had always been Dolo’s favorite part of the night, even more so since he was really the only one of his family that could really enjoy it in peace. The little spirits they all had, they would complain about the rays leaving the rest of his family still slumbering until all light had bee eradicated from the sky. One day he would be like them, if he played his cards right and pushed all the right buttons to convince those he needed. So far it was becoming more and more of a game of manipulation, Charon of course had refused him off the bat which left Dolos needing to become a little more clever in his ways of approach. Such as the small little foal, blind that he had kept his eyes on since he was born. Of course it was Nereza’s son and they would never tell the little thing about his real grandparents or what little unfortunate luck their family had but naivety was rather useful. The foal was blind, never ever seeing the world beyond blackness but there was one rather useful bonus, and that was he would need someone to help him see. Dolos had the perfect plan for it all but for now he would have to bid his time, to wait, and there was even no guarantee the information he wanted would be there. It was all just for a guess, a sliver of something that may or may not help him to the goal he wanted, but for Dolos it was a risk he was more than willing to take.
For now he would continue to enjoy the sun setting, listening as the birds slowly finished their songs as the bugs would begin their own tunes among the small shrubbery. The occasional flash as the lightening bugs start to dart around in the shadows knowing the darkness was coming soon. Small twinkling of stars starting to show in the sky as the color would slowly fade from its warm to the cool darkness of night. If anyone had dared to asked Dolos would pretend that he had cared little for it all, just the thought of his favorite things made him feel rather uncomfortable as if he was some sort of hopeless romantic. The last thing the large stallion felt the need was having others believe he had gone soft in the head, no if anyone dared asked he would merely chalk it up to not wanting to waste any time sleeping the entire night away.
Shifting his weight Dolos took a few steps forward only to pause for a few minutes as a cicada started to chirp before continuing his way to the stream he had found last night. The somewhat still cool water babbled along the rocks pooling into a small pond not far away as the fireflies were already dancing along the rippling surface.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 2:28 pm
 Valoel picked his way quietly along, following the trail of water. The stallion had stumbled upon the bubbling brook the day previously, and had decided that it would serve him best if he followed it for a spell. There were still some areas that were painfully dry, and though he had not been witness to it, the fires of the Kawani were legendary. His mother had told him of the great drought, of the smoke that had clogged the air, of the ash that had rained down upon them like silver snow. Cassiel had given her son a great appreciation for water and the life it provided. . .and a fear of drought and fire. So it was, now that he was on his own and far from the comforts of his small families lands, Val was not keen on straying far from the life-giving river.
At the very least he wished to see where following it might take him. He had no place in particular to go, and simply let his the spirits guide his hooves. What would they care if he traveled by riverside? It was still somewhere new, and better yet, others might be drawn to the same water! Valoel was a sociable creatures, but his days and nights had been far too quiet. His sister had run off to find love in all the wrong places, and Val had followed suit, hadn't he? Well, sort of. Unlike Lailah the stallion was not in love with love itself . . . but he was in love with the idea of his One. Just like his mother had been loyal and true to Tobias, Valoel hoped he might find some mare to sweep off their hooves. He would not devote his heart until he knew he had found his great love . . . . and then he would give it blindly, wholly, and without remorse.
True love always conquered all, after all, and Val truly believed it. The trouble was, he hadn't met a single mare on his journey! Hell, he hadn't even met a stallion . . . still, he knew his heartsong would be discovered by the one. Maybe tonight would be different.
Following is way down the river, night falling fast over the land, movement wound up capturing his gaze. What he had at first thought was a shadow was now proving to be something far more solid - and big! Very big. The stallion's ears pricked and he paused his forward momentum, just for a moment. He did see wings . . . .but also a horn. . . and no spaded tail. it was definitely another soquili, but friend or foe could only be guessed. Not that Valoel was intimidated by any such creature. . . if they were a friend then it would be good to greet them! If they were a foe, then they would be vanquished.
Val had no wings, no horns, no defenses. . . but he was strong, and he was no slight stallion, either. He knew how to defend using hoof and teeth, and he was quick. He also was fearless, and . . . in some cases, foolish. Thankfully, such foolishness would at least allow him to approach without care. Stepping forward, he moved into a confident trot, shaking his mane out behind him. The night shadows made it difficult to see much of Dolos, but he did see splotches of bright blue, an a horn that was clearly unicorn in nature. Even still, there were more than one set of wings . . . Surely, this stallion was of great blood! "Salutations and greetings to you, my fine Sir," he called out. Val was. . . . a little bit ridiculous. While he was no prince himself, he had a tendency to presume those of great stature or nature to be of some sort of royal blood.
Kings, knights, princes, princesses, queens emperors. . . everything as always greater to Val than it might truly be.
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