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 Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:42 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Lucius This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 17h 2" Lucius' Stats Skill level: 170Power: 12 pts Strength: 7 pts Intelligence: 17 pts Wisdom: 5 pts Courage: 17 pts Luck: 8 pts Speed: 7 pts Agility: 7 pts Adaptability: 12 pts Stamina: 6 pts
Personality: Lucius is a stubborn Aeri, unflinching in his world view and unwilling to compromise himself for others. He despises weakness and sloth both of the mind and of the body but will not place judgement upon those who can do nothing to change their frailty. His contempt is reserved almost exclusively for those who simply do not try and those who flee rather than face their fears.
Location: A wanderer by nature, Lucius has travelled through much of the world and is at home almost anywhere.
Lucius' Tree is located in the Western Quadrant 
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 7:05 am
 The black stallion watches you approach with mild interest...
Well, this is my tree. If you're looking for something else I'll try to give you directions. If not then I assume you're here to find out about me. That's fine, look around as much as you like just don't make any marks here or things will go badly for you. Very badly. Are we clear? Good; there's a list of what you can expect to find here just over there, take a look and save yourself time.
1. Basics: An image of me, my stats and a brief introduction to me
2. Contents: Shockingly enough, you are here
3. The present: Things I'm thinking and feeling right now
4. The future: Things I hope to do/avoid in days to come
5. Personal information: More detail about me
6. Origin: The event that made me what I am
7. The past: A brief history of me
8. Other Nequus: What I think of people I've met
9. Records: What it says
10. Journal: Likewise
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 10:35 am
Physically I am in good condition; winter isn't treating me too badly and as ever I continue to train my body to as close to perfection as I can attain. I am currently working on my wings; flight has always been a weak spot of mine.
Mentally Good. Still relieved over finding Vox and I have myself a new mission which is always good.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:25 am
Take Vox to the ocean to give him his obsidian, then take him to meet Lydia and Alice.
As well as that, I will keep up with my training of course; mostly I feel I need to work on my flight skill, these bones make me heavy so I need to put extra work into my wings.
New objective to go along with these; find Sekhmet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:27 am
The tree is tall, broad, black of trunk and orange-red of leaf all the year round. The leaves do not fall all at once in any season but are replaced gradually throughout the year, though there are fewer of them in winter. These never bare branches stretch both high and wide, seeming to strive with every second to grow a little more.
The bark is webbed through with an intricate pattern of red veins; they make the tree warm to touch and are possessed of the same faint glow as the bones that the Aeri who was born from it wears. Snow never settles on the branches of this tree, nor does frost touch the earth around its roots.
Appearance
Lucius is tall for a Nequus but not overly so for an Aeri. He is as strongly muscled as any of his breed and his coat, mane and tail are sleek and shiny with good health. His eyes and wings are a vivid orange and his long, curling mane and tail a deep blood red
He is predominantly black-bodied but swirling orange-brown patterns run down his back, coil down his neck onto his shoulder and run down his haunches to his knees. Those that run down his back are somewhat obscured by the red skeleton he wears (minus leg bones.)
The spine and joints of the skeleton move with him with only a faint clicking noise. They are always warm to the touch and fit to his body perfectly, more perfectly than one might expect had he simply grown into them.
Personality
Lucius is not a violent Nequus out of hand but his temper is short and, when roused to anger, he will happily fight with the one he has dispute with. His patience is somewhat longer when it comes to young ones but he will never tolerate accusation of cowardice or a weakness that he does not possess.
He loves to think, to reason and to wonder why the world works the way it does. He notices small things, such as how hot air rises and aids one in flight and happily shares this knowledge with others. He is often alone, not by choice per se but solitude does not trouble him as it gives him peace and space to think in and to train his body.
He dislikes both the lazy and those who bully those weaker than themselves though he does believe that power, be it of mind or body, gives a right to govern others to a degree and to the same degree he believes that such Nequus have a responsibility to look after those who answer to them.
Other
Songs: Blooded Within Temptation
Family:
- Vox; adopted son
- Lydia; mate
- Alice; daughter
- Sire/dam are unknown
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 7:46 am
 It was the autumn of the year two thousand and six... and aliens had yet to take over the earth.
As I often do of an evening, I was pottering around on Gaia when DareDelvil pointed me towards a thread. 'Oh-ho,' said I 'this is a wonderful little shoppe, I shall have to keep my eye on it,' and thankfully I did.
Some time later a Halloween event was announced and, upon clicking the link, I fell in love with the male Aeri who was the prize for a role-play contest. I wrote and rewrote my entry several times before I was happy enough to submit it. Fortunately for me, I won him and after some pondering I named him Lucius. He was not only my first Nequus but my first pet on Gaia at all. That made him even more special than the wonderful line edits, colours and the character that was forming in my head would have alone.
The entry:The ebony coated colt gave a snort of surprise as he slipped on the treacherous, steeply inclined rock underhoof. For a moment he didn’t dare move, knowing that a more serious stumble from here would be fatal. To his right, the world dropped away into a yawing black abyss but sliding in that direction would be the kindest fate, should mishap occur. If he were to fall left, or to slip backwards, the jagged up-thrustings of ebony rock he had been weaving in and out of for the last eternity promised broken bones, laceration and a slow death by starvation, unable to move. Eventually he plucked up the courage to press on, shaking his head to clear the sodden strands of his ruddy-forelock from his strange orange eyes. Having come this far going back was simply not an option. He had told everyone that he would do this thing and so do it he must. Mocking laughter rang in the aeri’s ears as he scrambled on towards the summit, they none of them had believe he would make it so much as half way up the slope. They would see, he would prove to them that he was strong now, that the agues that had shamed him as a foal were no more. And then the treacherous incline was no more. The drenched colt looked about, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart thundering with adrenaline and many hours of exertion. The summit of the great uprising was exactly as the elders who had fought against the flame elemental in this spot so many years ago had described it in their stories. Glass-smooth black rock, made this way by the great Nequus’ fire magic, stretched as far as he could see through the darkness of night and lashing rain. The wetness gave the stone the unsettling appearance of deep, inky-black water waiting to swallow the unwary. The sable-coated aeri gave a soft snort of satisfaction and set off a steady walk towards the centre of the unnaturally flat ground, his excitement building with every step. He had almost stumbled over the grizzly artefact he sought before he saw it. A flash of almost blinding white lighting illuminated the overcast night sky momentarily, making the aeri snort in surprise. In the next moment his attention was drawn to the ground beneath his hooves; that brilliant flash had revealed to the young stallion a pile of blood red bones. These were the mortal remains of the great elemental, Pyrus. He had been about to tread on them. The aeri froze, heart hammering as his orange eyes darted over the large skeleton. Even in the almost pitch-blackness of a starless night it wasn’t very noticeable but, after focusing for some time, the colt noticed that the bones glowed faintly with a light that was at once eerie and warm. “Well,” the red-maned equine said after several moments of awed silence, “the stories were all true after all.” Dripping water, the young aeri lowered his ebony muzzle so as better to inspect the glowing crimson skull at his hooves. “It is wrong that you were murdered so,” he murmured to the dead thing. “What right did they have to destroy a being of such power, such beauty as you must have been? Soft creatures, they did not understand that power gives the right, the duty to be higher than other Nequus.” Unsurprisingly, the skeleton did not reply. The orange-winged equine sighed to himself; it was a great pity that no power beyond odd colour and the faint luminescence was left in the elemental’s bones to show what a wonder he had been. “I cannot return you to life, great one, and I cannot make folk accept the rightness of what you tried to do,” the colt said to the skull, his orange eyes hard with hate for those that had brought such a being to it’s end. “I can however allow your glory to live on in one small way. It is not much, but it is all I can do.” The young aeri lay down on the smooth black rock and began to shuffle his slender, youthful body inside the softly glowing ribcage. The ends of the bones were sharp and cut agonizingly into his flesh as he struggled, making deep welts in his sides, extracting a grunt of pain from his throat as one dug especially deep and stuck there. Just as it seemed to him that his efforts would be in vain, another shove of his body forced the strangely sharp rib bones to rip free of the grooves they had cut into his flanks. His quest was complete. The colt staggered panting and trembling to his feet, blood dripping from the wounds he had inflicted upon himself and staining his orange-brown markings red. As he rose, he felt the weight of the flame elemental’s bones press down upon him, the ridges of the great spine running all along his own body and the warm heaviness of the great skull upon his black face. The ribcage was loose about him now but, as he grew, it would come to fit him like a second skin. The aeri tossed his head once to settle the bones more comfortably and managed to work his ears out of the appropriate holes. “Hear this, Pyrus,” he bellowed above a rumble of thunder, “I shall carry your remains with me all through my days. Though I may never wield such power as you did, I shall become as strong as I may and I shall not allow myself to bring shame to what you represented. Power is the only law that matters in this world and I shall see that it is upheld wherever I may.” Without another word, the aeri turned aside from the elemental’s final resting place and headed back towards the perilous slope that would return him to the populated lands below. Under his morbid adornments, the young Nequus smiled secretly to himself. It was true that these relics he now wore held no power, but the weak creatures that no doubt awaited his return didn’t need to know that.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:00 am
There might have been a mother or a father there to see me born, there might not. I cannot say for certain and I do not dwell on the many possible fates that may have kept them from remaining with me, or even seeing me to being with. I never knew them. That is that; a done thing that could not be changed even if I did desire to know of my sire and dam. Fortunately for my mental well-being, such a desire never took hold of me even in my youth.
I was a little to busy surviving back then to care.
I was a sickly creature, barely able to walk far enough to seek food each day and thus I was skinny, which made matters somewhat worse. It was a lung aliment of some kind although I am not sure exactly what; something brought on by the cold wet autumn that was my birthing time perhaps. The source mattered little to me, only the weakness and isolation it brought to me. None of the other foals had time for the sickly black foal with the strange orange eyes.
The adults were kind enough, I suppose, but they were patronising, condescending and I had no more love for them than for those who ran circles around me and laughed as I tried to match them.
Over the months I grew stronger, my breathing eased and my muscles grew stronger although I still tired very quickly. Likewise, I remained the outcast to other colts and fillies and an object of pity to the older Nequus. I grew to despise them, them and those hearty bodies that they did so little to maintain while I struggled every day to be so much as average.
When I was around two years old, I decided it was time to change how they viewed me for good. An old half-blind jala stallion was relating a tale to his daughters’ children and I moved over to listen, staying in the shadows to avoid their ridicule.
He told of an elemental named Pyrus who had lived nearby when he was a young stallion and how he and a group of others so bravely slew him. Almost before the story was begun I hated him for what he had done. Such power that Nequus – an aeri like myself – must have possessed. That weak-minded fools had feared him and his strength and banded together to take him down disgusted me.
As the story went on, I hated and hated more. Such ideas that Nequus had tried to put into place! He must have been a brilliant mind indeed, he could have brought order and peace to the land he lived in but to do that he required people to follow him. Needless to say, the old jala and his cohorts despised this idea. This perhaps I could understand, respect even. It was the way in which they dealt with the perceived problem that was unforgivable.
Treachery.
Pure and simple.
He called them up to a great plateau to outline his plans for their future and they listened, nodding along with him and gaining his trust over a number of weeks.
As soon as he let his guard down, they struck.
Hoof and tooth they smote him from behind, oh how that old jala bragged about his cries of pain, about how even his mastery of fire could not save him so suddenly did they come upon him.
They broke his legs and left him to die of his wounds.
The tale concluded with the victorious heroes returning to the lands below to the cheers of all Nequus. Some hours later, in the black of night, a great flash of fire was seen up on the plateau and all knew that Pyrus had met his end; melting the rock of his final resting place to icy-slickness in his death throes.
By the time the jala’s tale of supposed heroism was over, my mind was made up.
The next morn, at first light, I set out for the plateau. Only once since the great flare of fire had any set foot there, and that was but a brief visit by the story’s weaver, its purpose to ensure that Pyrus was indeed no more.
Long hours I climbed the treacherous slope through autumn winds and, as night fell, through a violet thunderstorm. Still, in the end I reached the highest point; that flat expanse of perfectly smooth black rock. I walked for some minutes after the end of my ascent before coming upon his blood red bones.
There and then I laid myself down upon the rock and struggled until I had fitted the adult bones about my adolescent body and clambered back to my feet. They were warm about me and, though I do not know why, they felt friendly, as though those dead things cared for me.
I knew that was foolishness of course but it was still a pleasant sensation and one that I carry with me to this day.
When I returned to the lands below, the teasing of the other youngsters was gone the moment they laid eyes on me.
Sadly, so was the tolerance of the adults and I was forced to move on from that place.
I do not miss it much if at all; I enjoy the life I have lived since then. I am stronger now, though my endurance still leaves some to be desired. These bones I wear isolate me at times; few Nequus will willing approach me but I have found that those who do are the only ones I would wish to associate with in any case.
I live to grow stronger, both in body and mind and to befriend to those of like mind to me.
Maybe even to take a mate some day.
Craven fools who cringe from my visage and turncoats who would strike me from behind beware.
Lucius shall not stand for your ways.
*****
The following records a trip, or more accurately two trips, I have made to Casa Tiner; the mountains of ice. I was little more than a callow youth when I first visited the frosty giants and looking back on that first encounter in comparison to my second I felt the need to have both incidents recorded to illustrate that I am no longer a hot-headed little git. Therefore, I recounted my two journeys to a story teller who has put them together here for your instruction and entertainment. Perhaps in the future I shall have more snippets of my past recorded here; we shall see.
The young stallion narrowed his vivid eyes as a cold wind plucked at his mane and tail. Casa Tiner. Mountain range to end all, peaks of ice, barren, unforgiving. Perfect. He was strong now, he’d proved that to all who’d ever pitied him or sneered at him. How they’d scattered at the sight of his face, screaming that he was possessed by the spirit of the great stallion they had once murdered. He hadn’t done anything to convince them otherwise; he’d been planning to leave in any case and their terror had been a balm to every pain they’d ever caused him.
Lucius shook himself and the loose bones clattered together like a thousand ghostly hooves on rock. Bugger. The movement had upset the skull and could now he could only see out of one eye socket. Snorting to himself, the black Aeri tossed his head a few times until the red helm rested in its proper position once more. The mountains and their dank forests came back into full view.
Did he really intend to do this? He knew he wouldn’t make it all the way to the top; he wasn’t that tough yet and so far as he knew it was the wrong time of year to make a serious attempt in any case. But to get a little way up and to leave a mark, to say he was there had an undeniable draw. When he was older perhaps he would come back and pass his marker, lay down another and show himself how he had improved upon himself.
He’d come this far; he couldn’t go back, not and keep the respect he’d built for himself. Pyrus wouldn’t have hesitated, he was sure. Yet Pyrus had possessed mastery over fire; the cold probably wouldn’t have troubled him over much.
The orange-eyed Nequus sighed and his breath steamed in the air before him. “I have to do this,” he said aloud. “I want to do this,” he added with greater conviction. “You’ll not best me, mountain,” the youth called, prancing up on his hind legs and striking out powerfully at thin air. “Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I may never reach your peak but I’ll damn well tread your slopes and to hell with anyone who stands in my way!”
With these words and a defiant bellow the brown-pattered Aeri leapt forward. Hooves as yet too large for him struck at the frozen ground and strong yet still gangly legs stretched to their limit. Curling mane and tail streaming out behind him like bloody banners, the boned Nequus charged on towards the foe.
*****
Soft thumps carried through the cold air and a heavily muscled shape moved across the barren landscape. A gust of cold wind plucked at his mane and tail, stirring them into life. The stallion narrowed his vivid eyes, studying the great peaks before him carefully.
“Well,” he said aloud, “it’s certainly been a while.” A very long while, or so it seemed. The bones fitted him like a second skin now and he had grown in more ways than just this.
He didn’t struggle to prove himself to anything or anyone now; before he had thought he was strong and worthy of respect. He knew it now and, in the knowing of it, the need to snarl at the world had faded.
“Last time I was here I challenged you as a foe,” Lucius said to the rock giants before him. “I was a very angry young thing; I hope you can forgive me for that. In any case… Hum.” Orange eyes squinted up at the chill peaks. “Yes, well I’m back as I said I would be; back to try again.” Somewhere up there a very hot-headed colt, who would have challenged anyone fool enough to call him a colt to a duel, had made his mark on the inner wall of a small cave before heading back down the slippery slopes.
Today, Lucius decided, a very different stallion would attempt to reach and pass that mark, to make a new one higher up. To make things fair he had chosen not to come at the best time of year but at the time he had come last he set off up the giant’s shoulder.
“So,” the tall stallion said with a slight smile. “I suppose this is it then, hum? Seems a bit of a shame to be so anticlimactic about this though, doesn’t it?” The tall stallion frowned to himself and took the weight off one hoof as he considered how to spice things up at bit. He didn’t want to shout at the mountain again, that would make him feel damn silly. Besides, it wasn’t the mountain he was trying to beat; it was himself… hum… Perhaps there was something in that.
Yes.
The tall stallion grinned widely and reared up high. “Alright you hot-headed, skinny arsed little idiot!” he bellowed to the past, “I’m coming for you; prepare to be surpassed!”
With these words and an exulted bellow the brown-pattered Aeri leapt forward. Hooves, wide and well kept, struck at the frozen ground and strongly muscled legs stretched to their limit. Curling mane and tail streaming out behind him like bloody banners, the boned Nequus charged on towards his mark.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:18 am
Notes: He has grown up into a fine strong stallion, and he uses that strength to help the weak. I could not be prouder.
Notes: She's dead. I miss her but, well, life continues I suppose. Well, for me at any rate.
Friends
Notes: Storm is a most singular mare; she was initially disdainful of me but warmed to me some little in the end. She is a seer and bluntly spoken; both of these qualities have earned my respect. She is interesting conversation and I have struck up a tentative friendship with her. I hope to meet her again someday; she is most interesting company.
Notes: I've met Aitumn on several occasion and found him to be good company each time. I must admit to being a little conserned about him at the moment; I think the green Aeri brute did something to him. Nevertheless, he seems to be coping and next we meet I hope to hear more of his stories
Notes: I don't actually know him all that well, but any friend of Vox's is a friend of mine and he seems a good hearted fellow. I should certainly like to know him better.
Friendly Aquaintences
Notes: He's not the most sociable chap ever but he seems a decent sort nonetheless. He offered to help me find Vox, for which I am most grateful. If he ever needs my help in return I would be glad to give it.
Notes: Clover. Nice girl, if a bit skittish at first. She likes the sea very much and, though she claims to be awful with people, I think she might make a good friend for Vox if they ever met. I’d like to see her again at some point to see if she’s found herself some friends and such.
notes: Cressida seems like a good mare. She is clearly powerful, which I respect and she is pleasant conversation as well. I did not get to spend overly long with her and I think it would be good to see her again some day.
Notes: Zopyros is a friendly, helpful stallion and he didn’t run away when he saw me coming towards him along the beach. He was pleasant company, it might be nice to see him again someday.
Notes: Nice stallion, he’s lost his daughter and I’ve offered to help him look for her.
Notes: An interesting stallion; he doesn’t say much be he appears to share some of my major values.
Notes: Sweet little thing and good hearted, but a little daft from what I could tell.
Notes: She annoyed me, but I suppose I'm grateful to her for trying to help me find Lydia and Alice even if it was a fruitless attempt in the end.
Foes
I have yet to meet anyone enough of a threat to put here
Disagreeable people
Notes: Annoying Bae, very tall; probably some mixed blood back in his line somewhere. Apparently he’s of to Casa Tiner to train his strength so that he can kill his brother. Hahaha. Idiot.
Notes: Ach! I have seldom met such an unpleasant Nequus as this one. Rude, brutish and thoroughly sullen. I hope never to set eyes on his green hide again.
Notes: A prince of the Katilenuck. Almost got a chance to kill him, but only almost sadly.
Notes: A shaman of the Katilenuck, and another that I nearly got a chance to get rid of. I hope he doesn't end up causing too much trouble for the world at large, I really do.
Notes: No idea what her name was, but she was stupid enough to pick a fight with me. Enough said.
Notes: She was fickle, and I never worked out what she wanted of me. If I ever see her again, I shall work that out and then beat her to a fine paste.
Notes: A big hypocritical brute, who couldn't beat me by himself and had to rely on his soldiers to see me off. I shan't be sorry if I never see him again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 10:15 am
To break the monotony - I ran into Meleager, heardleader of the Hellenes. Got into a fight with him, which I could have won, but then his cronies joined in and I had to make a swift exit.
What is lost - There was a storm. I can’t find Lydia and Alice.
Placeholder Alice/Lydia RP
Mind games - Quirne is still full of idiots. Deceitful little dreks rather than romantic fools no though, apparently.
Opposites Repel - I met a Reya girl by the border of the Hellene territories. She was stupid, but she picked a fight with me so at least I got to vent my frustration on her.
Never Betray - Met an interesting Reya stallion today; he looked strange, dried cracked skin and clad in metal links. Still, though he said little - his carris companion did the talking - it seems he and I share some major values. Always nice to find that in a person.
What is Lost - Today, taking a break from training my wings, I met a stallion named Diego who has lost his daughter. Obviously, I felt for him having so recently been in the same position and so I have offered to help look for her.
Bones and plants - I found him! At long last I found Vox. Found a pair of Katilenuck too, and I’d’ve killed them if Vox hadn’t stepped in. One of them is a shaman, and I do not think that bodes well for the world in general. Still, perhaps he will be killed before he can become powerful enough to be a real problem. I can but hope.
Walking in the moonlight - Near the end of Qurine I met an Aeri named Zopyros. He was friendly and we talked a while but he had no news of Vox. I soon pressed onward, and he promised to keep his ears and eyes open for me.
Memories in obsidian - Today I met a one-winged stallion down on the beach. After some talk, he offered his help in finding Vox, for which I am most grateful.
Seeking the voice of the night - Today was yet another day spent searching for Vox. It was mostly uneventful, but I did run into some idiot Bae who nearly got himself a beating. Apparently he’s off to ‘train his strength’ by going to the forest to Casa Tiner. I for one hope he dies in there.
Accidents are good (end) - Our daughter hatched today, she is beautiful and her name is Alice
Story time - I caught up with Aitumn just short of Ryuten and passed on my warning about Zak. We talked for a while, he told me one of his tales and then we headed back to our respective trees
"oh ugger" - Today I went in search of Aitumn on route to Ryuten. I did not find him but I did find his tree and the mother of the fruit growing there. We shared a few words but soon I felt compelled to go on in search of food.
Learning - I seem to be seeing a lot of Aitumn of late; this time I met him in Ryuten whilst I was gatherhing food to being back to Lydia. I think something unpleasant has happened to him but he didn't tell and I didn't ask
Meeting Storm again
Accidents are good - Lydia and I reached the fruitlands and, as I expected, we found two saplings twining together. Though as I say I suspected something of the kind the sight of it still took my breath away.
The call - Near sunset I met a Bae called Clover whilst I was hiding the obsidian. We talked for a while; she seemed like a decent enough person
White Souls - Today I met the Jala Aitumn again. I shared a story of the ocean with him and he plans to make some of his own. I also told him of the Ice Mountains and he seems to wish to see them too. Before long I left however in order to meet Lydia on time; I look foreward to seeing this stallion again
Going Home - Met a bae who's looking to make himself a herd, or at least a family. I gave him a bit of advice before hurrying on toward the ocean.
Aeri interlude - Minding my own buisness heading back to the coast. Found a piece of obsidian. Found an arsehole. Kept the obsidian for Vox, left the arsehole to his own miserable devices.
Endless plains - I broght Lydia to D'ob today. She had an Episode, as she calls them, and we soon moved on, slowly though as she hurt her leg. I cannot stand to see her hurt.
Meeting of Blood and Bones - On my way to D'ob I met a Bae mare in a forest. She was strange, mad many would say. Perhaps she is but I care not. She has become my friend and we are travelling on together.
The falling snow - I met a Jala named Aitumn today, it was snowing hard and we walked and talked together for a time. He was not afraid of my appearance and we got on rather well. I make now for D'ob in search of better grazing
A Day with no Sun - Met a lovely little colt today and played hide and seek with him. I think he won, but the point was the playing not the winning and I don't mind losing to him in any case; a very sweet boy.
Of Rit - I met Vox by the coast today, thankfully. Been looking for him since I last met with Storm. We found and followed Rit tracks, when we found the creature it mistook me for Vox's father. He wasn't corrected and i now have family.
Winter grass - I met with Storm again today whilst grazing. I discovered that she is not yet a fully fledged seer and she practiced some skills upon me, sucessfully projecting images into my mind. Among them was a scene of torture, a young colt tormented at teh hooves of two black Bae and the tree that will bear them children. If I ever see eitehr of them I shall do my best to rid the world of them.
Of seers - My first meeting with the Storm; I learned a little of what it is to be a seer and formed a tentative friendship with the horned mare.
By the sea - My first meeting with Vox; he spoke to me of the moon and of his hopes and dreams for the future. We swiftly became friends.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:13 am
I have never really felt the need to keep record of my life before but recent events have made me look the idea over again. I feel oddly drawn to making a journal of important events now; notes of the friends I make and the foes too for what greater sport is there than to laugh at the follies of those we dislike?
Here shall follow snippets of the days of my life; some shall be amusing, some I have no doubt will stir me to anger even years on and yet others will be sad. All of them however will be, to greater and lesser degrees, important to me. Personal victories, over both my own standards and those who challenge me I shall place here along with the things I discover as I continue to age and learn.
*****Entry one - New friends Friends. I haven’t really had them before but I have seldom felt lonely. I chose my own exile when I placed these bones upon me and it did not trouble me that folk looked aside from my face. Now that I have one or two however, I do not feel that I could go back to being utterly alone. Vox I am closer to than Storm; I have yet to earn the seer’s trust but I am willing to perceiver on that score whenever out paths happen to cross. As for the youngling… well, I am very fond of him indeed. His outlook on life is inspirational; professing belief in the moon sounds foolish or pretentious on the surface but his utter conviction keeps it from being so. I should like to watch him grow, gain strength and knowledge as he matures. I should like to help him too. Odd. I have always been fond of young Nequus but, before meeting young Vox, I had not wanted foals of my own. That desire is there now, faint but present. I am not sure that such a thing will ever happen for me; what mare would fall in love with one clad in death? Still, it does not upset me overmuch; I will always be able to watch foals run and play and laugh and learn even if I never have any of my own to watch over. I have rambled on long enough for now I think. In summery; friends are a good thing and someday I would like to sire foals. I used a lot of words to say so very little.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:14 am
Entry two -
The black devils
I recently met the seer, Storm again. It was pleasant to see her, of course, but that is not the purpose of this entry. It is the visions she showed to me that I am here to ponder.
Most of them were harmless enough but the sequence involving the two black Bae and the colt they tortured has remained with me. I find myself worrying about young Vox's safety; they have a tree at the moment and I have realised that I do not know where it is. It was not given the impression that it was far to the south but I cannot help being concerned for my young friend's safety nonetheless.
Creatures such as those two should not exist in the world. What sport is there in tormenting the young or anyone else for that matter? I understand that disputes exist that must be settled with combat, I have had more than a few of those myself but never have I continued to strike at one who pleaded for mercy.
I hope to encounter those two some day when I am in strong company and remove the blight of their evil lives from the face of our world.
...Perhaps I shall travel south and search out Vox, just in case.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:16 am
Entry three -
A busy time
So much has happened of late I've scarce had time to sleep let alone record anything here. I found Vox safe and well, along with a little Rit named Aku, an interesting fellow for sure; he got over his fear of me easily enough which is good. More importantly however, I have adopted Vox as my son. It feels inexplicably wonderful to have someone to call family; I shall have to be sure to visit him more often from now on.
Not long after that I began to head northwards again. Winter really set in during that journey and I met another traveller; a Jala stallion named Aitumn. He seemed to enjoy the story of how I came by these bones but we soon parted ways, I think he is a loner by nature.
Another high point to note since my last entry was my meeting with Lydia. She is a Bae and... Well, she isn't normal but I don't think I'd have her any other way than she is. She usually displays a foal-like zest for life and play. Many would call her mad for the spells that sometimes take her over but I would not, not now that I've travelled with her a little. I have seen but one of these 'Episodes' and it has not coloured my opinion of her at all. I should like to take her to meet Vox someday, I think she would like him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 8:28 am
Entry four -
Obsidian
Well, today started well enough, heading southwards to see Vox again (he must be grown or near it by now) and ended well enough. It was a small interlude in the middle on a rest pause that I feel the need to record here. I was walking around to keep my muscles warm when I spotted a piece of obsidian and decided to keep it.
Ech. Then there was the part with the green stallion. He gave me his name but I shall not even do him the courtesy of recalling it, let alone recording it. Still, the encounter ended eventually, hopefully he won't find Aitumn if he really does mean him any harm.
After that, I moved off and started seeking a way to carry this piece of obsidian. It took me a while but I eventually managed to fashion a crude device for the purpose. A large leaf to wrap it with a stick thrust through to hold it closed and a piece of ivy, leaves stripped pieced by the stick again made a loop I can get my neck through. I am rather proud of it; hopefully it will hold up until I reach the ocean.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 6:22 am
Entry five -
Unsure
Lydia. I like her. I like her a lot and I thought I just liked her as a friend. Now... well I'm not so sure. She is so different to all other Nequus, so wonderful, so alive so gentle and kind... I've not known her long but... but she is special to me already. Her small form, her blue eyes, her flowing mane and tail, her laugh... She is wonderful. I've said that. I'm getting my thoughts all tied together over this silly entry.
I suppose what it is that I feel doesn't matter too much. For as long as she wants me beside her, I shall be there and I shall protect her from any that seek to do her harm. I suppose it's best that I keep this to myself for the time being, until I have a chance to order my thoughts about it all. I wouldn't like to speak prematurely and ruin everything.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 2:29 pm
Entry six -
Going home
Heading for the coast to introduce Lydia to Vox I met a Bae, a lonely Bae, who is trying to make a family for himself. A family. I have Vox but... but I want more family than just he. I want... I want a mate. I think. I want foals. I believe. I don't know. It is... confusing. I have never wanted these things before, so I don't know if what I am feeling is really a desire for them or if it's... if it's bad grass or something. I don't like being confused. i will have to work this out in short order.
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