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 Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 8:12 am
 Through the dusk, Ariston wandered the sky in search of any mare he could find. It had been a low key day, and he was quite bored at the lack of attention. He surveyed the lands, but then found himself tired of the sky as well. As he perched towards a quiet spot, he sat and pouted at the uneventfulness of the day. 'How unsatisfactory' he thought to himself. He had spent half of his day at the stream like he usually did, but then got unlucky at his lack of finding someone. He wasn't in the best of moods, and sneered at the wasting of time that the day had brought him. All of the mares seemed to be in mating season, and he hoped that it was soon over so they would come flock again. He wasn't one for falling in love and raising a family. He just wanted his attention back.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 10:30 am
 Obviously there was such a thing as kindred spirits. Had Ariston but known it, similar thoughts were floating about in the mind of Guilian as rhe red cardinal soquili flew gracefully through the air, his mane and tail rippling in the evening breeze. All things considered, it hadn't been too bad a day for the red stallion; he's made the acquaintance of a lovely golden-hued mare with eyes like topazes. The downside? She had a mate and was obviously in love with him.
Oh well, you couldn't win them all; otherwise there'd be no thrill of victory when you DID win. Besides...he won enough to be able to give up one every now and then with dignity.
Smirking slightly, Guilian was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the black rose behind his ear coming untucked by the wind; he DID notice when it started to fall down to the ground. "Bother!" He didn't have enough roses to let them go tumbling away like that; consequently it took him no more than a second to change course and go diving after the rose.
Still, there was a silver linging to every gray cloud...quite literally! As he snatched at the rose with his teeth, Guilian suddenly spied a glimmer of silver down below on the ground. As he got closer he, he started to smile; he could see what was perhaps the most gorgeous mane he'd ever seen blowing in the breeze. Perhaps this wouldn't be a totally wasted day after all!
Of course, it didn't even occur to him that he was looking at the mane of a stallion...
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:11 pm
Ariston felt his ears go back instantly as he looked up to see a vibrantly red stallion approaching. 'Oh a Male.. great' he thought to himself, as he watched the red get closer from the sky. One of Ariston's traits was that he could smell a mare from many miles away, but a stallion was distasteful to his nose. He felt his mood sulk even more.
He moved his legs around so he was now facing where the stallion was going to land. He wanted to be ready for whatever was approaching. Ariston was not looking for a fight of any kind, even though most of his greetings resulted in some kind of quarrel. He lifted his head at a perfect angle, letting a portion of his hair fling up and then fall neatly into place. He was even grumpier at the thought of having to argue with a new speciman.
He observed what was coming towards him, and from the sight of things, it was going to be interesting. By the red stallion's gestures, it looked like he had enough confidence to put up with even Ariston. Feeling something like this picked at Ariston's interest, and he became a bit happier by the proud beauty approaching. Now was his test: would he respect the stallion for his true love for himself, or find him weak and more involved in others. This was going to be fun for him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 1:51 pm
Ah, cruel reality; why did you have to lift the hopes so high, only to dash them to the ground like so much wheat seed? This was just not his day, was it?
Guilian had been looking forward to conversing with the beautiful owner of the beautiful mane...but as Ariston turned towards the cardinal stallion Gui felt his soaring hopes crash. A stallion. It was a STALLION that owned that lovely mane; talk about misleading! Somethings were just to cruel to bear, and this, on top of learning that the lovely Esperanza was taken, ranked right up there.
Still, it wasn't a total loss. Stallion or not, this strange Soquili was a rare beauty; proud of himself as Guilian was, he would be one of the first to admit that. Besides, golden manes and pale hair were all well and good...but at the end of the day, pastels would be washed out by bold and brilliant beauty like his own. The two of them were different enough that Guilian didn't feel exceptionally concerned; after all, there was no such thing as one level of loveliness!
Perhaps this wouldn't be a total loss. As Guilian landed, his keen eyes took note of the other's posture and air of confidence. This had the potential to be an interesting conversation.
"Good evening, friend. I see that you, like myself, are finding yourself alone at the end of the day; perhaps we should compare notes." Folding back his wings gracefully as he landed, Guilian sauntered past the white stallion to look into the stream. Critically eyeing his red reflection, he replaced the fallen rose with the ease of much practice; then, confident it would stick for at least a little longer, he turned to look at his new companion.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 8:46 am
Friend? Ariston chuckeled to himself. He watched the stallion be as careful to his own hair as he was to his own. It was good to see someone who kept up their appearance, and knew how important it was. "Why hello. Yes, today had been quite uneventful." He sighed, and wisped his tail up dramatically. He reopened his eyes in a demeanor of dramatics that usually made the other mares scream. Sometimes he couldn't help doing the same acts, even in the presence of a stallion.
As the red stallion was still perfecting himself, Ariston walked a bit closer, saying, "My name is Ariston. It is a pleasure. What is your name sir?" As Ariston spoke, he watched himsellf in the stream, focusing only on how he looked as he spoke. As the water rippled, he gleamed at the face that was looking back at him. When he was satisfied, he took a few steps back, and put his eyes on the red stallion.
"So I see you are a breed that can fly.." Ariston fluffed at his own wings and let them fall loosely from against his sides. " I don't know what I would do if I couldn't fly." He shook a bit from the thought of not having such a luxury.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:25 am
Adjusting the last few stray curls with a wingtip, Guilian gave the other stallion a slightly scrutinizing look; though this was not the first other stallion he'd met since arriving in these lands, it WAS the first who seemed to care about appreances. Really, in some sense it was shocking that there weren't more that did; mares liked the stallions who knew how to present themselves, after all. But then, if the other stallions wanted to hurt their chances...well, that was their own fault!
At Ariston's introduction, he smiled a bit; sometimes it was possibly for ego to rule out manners, and it was nice to know that this particular stallion, for all his overtly obvious self-confidence, had not stooped to the level of snubbery and condescension. Then again...what did he have to snub Guilian over?
Sweeping back his wings gracefully, Guilian sank into a low bow at Ariston's introduction. "I'm called Guilian, Ariston; it's a pleasure to meet another who actually attends to their own appearance."
Chuckling a bit, he swept back his wings as he straightened up once again, thoughtfully eyeing the wings of his companion. Strange looking things that they were; instead of being feathered, they seemed to be made of stretched skin. Had he lost his feathers entirely, or was he perhaps in the middle of a molt? "Indeed, flying is a true advantage to one who travels; and evenif we were to be relegated to one place it would be pleasant to have the ease of travel, should the opportunity arise. But tell me, friend...have your wings always been like that? Unfeathered?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 10:12 am
Ariston had felt the same way as Guilian in the respect of appearance. Not many males gave themselves the time of day to take care of themselves like they did, and it was an art that should be perfected. "I agree, it indeed is a pleasure." He bowed his head ever so slightly, making sure not to disturb his golden mane.
'Hm, so this fellow's name is Guilian' Ariston thought to himself. The only other stallion that he had such a run in was with Vudeux, but with that stallion it wasn't about competition. He felt a different feeling in the air with this stallion, as if some kind of competitiveness would reveal itself. He saw beauty in the stallion in front of him, and wondered if he had the correct mindset to follow up with his appearance.
As Guilian was looking at his wings funny, he couldn't help but sigh with the same expression he usually gave in this situation. "I am a Kalona, so I have the proper Kalona wings of course." He chuckled at the thought of having wings with feathers. "I usually get this same response.. is it so strange to be a Kalona?" The only other Kalona that he had run ins with was Wrath, but they had a stable relationship. He knew that he may have had a different appearance than the others, as well as a different evilness and rage, but it didn't stop him of being proud of his race.
"You seem like a suave fellow, Guilian." By the looks of things, Guilian definitely looked like he was smart with the mares. "Are you someone who falls for one mare, or enjoys all of them?" This was important for Ariston to determine what Guilian found more importannt: himself, or the love of a mare.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:20 pm
So he was a kalona...well, in a way that made sense; looking at Ariston, Guilian finally realized that what he had at first perceived to be some sort of head ornament were in fact horns; horns and wings were traits usually associated with kalonas...but then, so were devil tail and a perpetually sour expression. Or at least, that was what he had heard. Having never met any prior to now, it was difficult to say exactly what traits they TRULY possesed...
"I can't say whether or not kalonas are rare; I myself have never met any, but that doesn't really mean anything." That aside, there had also been the rumor of kalona tempers and vicious behavior...but Guilian hadn't yet found any reason to fear this stallion, so he naturally wasn't about to start because of a breed interpretation!
Turning his back on the breed issue, Guilian latched onto the new subject of discussion offered by Ariston. Really, that was something he was much more interested in, anyway; talk of mares! And Ariston, kalona or no, seemed like the type that would be an interesting conversation partner on this matter...
Bowing slightly again, Guilian chuckled at Ariston as he began to situate himself a bit more comfortably, figuring that this conversation had the potential to get rather long. "You do me a great honor with your compliments, Ariston; I find myself thinking that the same could be said of you." Flicking his tail aside, the red stallion settled down on the ground with his legs extended ahead of him and his wings arranged gracefully over his back. "As such, I'm sure that you can understand I hate to kiss and tell." Winking, he tossed back his mane, then laughed. "Though there's a great difference between details and specifics."
And indeed, that was true. As long as no names were mentioned...you weren't going into specifics. Or as long as you kept SOMETHING to yourself...which he always did. "I find myself having a slight difficulty with your wording, friend Ariston, for I don't see the two as mutually exclusive. So let me tell you how it works for me."
Tilting his head to the side, Guilian pondered for a moment, thinking how best to phrase his thoughts. Direct was most likely the best...
"When I see a lovely mare, I think of nothing but her for as long as I am with her and devote my exclusive attentions to pleasing her...for what pleases her usually ends up pleasing me." Black eyes snapped as he spoke, and he gave Ariston a conspiratorial wink. "And I always enjoy time thus spent. However, being bound to one mare would be inconsiderate to marekind and cruel to myself; how can one choose just one when there exists such an exquisite range of temperaments, personalities, desires and wants? That goes for myself as well, of course; today I might desire to romance with pleasant words a quiet, sweetheart of a mare with hair of palest gold and eyes of deepest chocolate...tomorrow, my heart might turn to a boldly tempestuous beauty of black who desires nothing more than sheer physical pleasure and the roughness of pure passion. Limitations are for those who are unable to satisfy their desire for the fullest life has to offer. And truly...how could I in good conscience deny the sheer euphoria of experiencing me to all the other mares I encounter?"
Finishing up his little diatribe, Guilian quirked a brow queryingly at Ariston. "And which, my friend, are you?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 12:27 pm
Ariston chuckled for a second at the stallions reaction. "I myself have met a few Kalonas, thought I don't like to incorporate with them. They disgust me a bit, with their violence and such.." He scoffed, thinking about some he was not very fond of. "They truly put such an awful image on my race." It bothered him deeply that other Kalonas used Pride in the wrong context. He had nothing against what they chose to do, though he did find many of them unnattractive in how they presented themselves.
Ariston also decided to stand more comfortably, for it had become apparent that there was nothing else to really prove, beauty wise. He still kept his head up, though he let his back arch in a more comfortable position.
Listening to the stallion speak was something fun for Ariston. He was very confident in not only his looks, but his words. His wittyness and confidence elevated through the many motions he portrayed impressed Ariston beyond his first impressions.
He was a little taken aback by the stallions speech, and was wordless for a few seconds. "Of course I would agree with many of the points you give my good fellow. I am impressed with how well you put it all into words.." He was stunned at the ability this stallion had, not knowing if he was for real or just pulling this out of his butt out of luck. "I guess I don't even pay that much attention to mares as you do. You seem like you know many, and enjoy a variety of them. Of course I am one who does not stick to one, though I find my enjoyment in the most beautiful and hard to reach mares. I go only for the best, for that is what I feel I deserve. If I gave every mare I have encountered a chance with me, there would not be as much of a thrill." He winked back playfully, though true to how he felt. He knew it could get a variety of mares, but he enjoyed being impressed by the impressive. He also knew that mares themselves like to play games, so growing up, he decided he would create his own games to keep himself entertained. "Does that mean I am missing out?" He smiled playfully at the stallion.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 1:53 pm
Stallion or no, this was shaping out to be one hell of an entertaining conversation. Guilian had started out a bit curious about the pretty-boy stallion who radiated self-confidence like the sun radiated light, but the longer he talked with him the more intrigued he got. Now, perhaps he wouldn't be QUITE so intrigued if they were both making a move on the same mare; but realistically, who wants that? Personal space and respecting your competetion went a long way, after all.
Of course, there were no available mares around to begin with, which was the whole reason that Guilian himself was here TALKING to Ariston. Funny how things like that worked sometimes.
Nodding his head in agreement, he listened to the golden kalona discuss his own race. Assuming that the stereotype of the breed was true, Ariston didn't seem to fit it that well. After all, they were supposed to be hideous to look at, weren't they? Not even the most jaded of hurt rivals could say that Ariston was anything less than pleasant to behold. Besides, who said that everyone had to get along with their own race?
However, Guilian found himself chuckling a bit as Ariston related his own opinions on romancing the fairer sex. "I see that we are not so different as we might be, in relation to passion. But I disagree that there is such a thing as the most beautiful mare, for my own wants and desires change so much that the mare I ardently lust for today is as unappealing as a dead toad tomorrow. Some might vaunt consistancy in aesthetics, and you yourself might believe that the most beautiful mares are all similar...but I can't tie myself down with such limitations."
As this was a topic he was VERY fond of, Guilian became a bit more animated as talked, ultimately rising back to his feet. "And in regards to your comment about deserving the best..." A sly smile crossed his face as he looked over at Ariston. "It's true that experiencing me is a great honor for a mare; I won't deny that there aren't certain mares who strike me more than others, mares who I am willing to keep coming back to; but at the same time, I can't deny experiencing me to mares who truly yearn for such. That would be a cruel blow, and I loathe the knowledge that I have wounded a mare. But perhaps you are a bit less civic minded than I myself am, which is not necessarily a problem. As for you missing out..."
Flicking a black rose from his tail at the Kalona, the wind stallion chuckled. "That all depends on what you yourself truly think, doesn't it?" Who knew, maybe it was for the best that they weren't going for the same mares...though he had to admit that he loved a challenge. But then, he wouldn't put it past Ariston to be very persuasive when he wanted to be, either...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:01 pm
Ariston lifted his eyebrow dramactically at the stallions comment. "I do not find that I am tied with limitations, I am suprised that you consider them like that." He sighed, and looked at the stallion. " I am also suprised that you find them as limitations overall. They to me are as important as laws, for I am the best, so only the best may cherish what I am. I do see what you mean, there are of course many wonderful mares to take in, but I must stay true to what my passion is, and what the truth is."
He felt a slight frown develop on his face, only from dissapointment. Guilian had plenty of self confidence, which in return should realize that only the best could have him. He was using his ego differently, which confused Ariston.
As the stallion continued on about his confidence, Ariston felt himself drift for a second. It was hard for him to listen to another, especially a stallion, boast about themselves. It not only was completely irrevelvant in his mind, but it gave him a headache.
"Yes yes, I understand you love yourself, trust me I am one to understand.." He shook his head, getting all of Guilian thoughts out of it. "I also understand that you are popular, and understand your abilities with mares." He looked back at him, sterner than before. "I guess I am just still confused on why you give many mares chances, when they are the ones that should only be idling and chasing you. If that is the case, then I indeed applaud that."
He watched Guilian flick his tail, and let out a slight glare from his eye. The stallions cockiness was starting to piss him off, not out of jealousy, but because of something else. His attractiveness and achievements with mares thus far could mean many things. He was aware of the attractiveness and confidence, as well as manners of the stallion, but he couldn't tell if he was also just lucky at what he did indeed do. He wondered if the stallion had truly faced a challenge, which would let him see things more maturely, like himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 8:19 pm
Listening to Ariston go off on the issues that he had with Guilian's beliefs, the red cardinal stallion started to feel a frown of his own develop. It had seemed like Ariston had understood where Guilian was coming from so well, but listening to his selfish reasoning for limiting himself to the mares he deemed 'worthy'...
Well, for one thing Guilian had issues with the idea of there being a 'best' mare. He had been speaking the truth when he said that his desires were always changing; he had ideals, it was true, but those ideals were based on what sort of mare he currently desired. From the way Ariston was talking, it seemed as though he had one set ideal that he hung with, day in and day out, which he never wavered from. Such consistancy was foreign to both his rapid-turnover nature and his personal definition of public service.
For Guilian, sex was about more than satisfying his own needs; it was about satisfying the needs of the mare in question. He harbored no illusions about his capabilities, knowing (in his own mind) that he was magnificant; therefore, the least that he could do was share himself with the mares that were so desirous. As he saw it, Ariston's 'limiting' habits were horribly selfish to the greater good. Had the last vestiges of charity died out in stallion-kind already?
"I fail to see what you are referring to, friend Ariston. While it is true I focus my efforts on mares that have attracted my interest, often have I been the one pursued. Usually, things end the same way regardless of who instigated the encounter...though I must admit that a few times things haven't turned out quite the way I hoped." A wry smile tilted Guilian's face; after all, that very thing happening today was the whole reason he was here talking to another stallion and not passing the evening hours in the company of a more charming companion.
"Though I imagine that your selectivity works out for you, it's simply not something that I can see myself doing."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 8:20 am
Ariston sighed and laughed, and then put his gaze back on the stallion. "We are not as similar as I thought, though its not a bad thing. Maybe it is for the best overall. Though I may be selfish and find everything I do perfect, I will try and allow my mind to subside for a moment, which is something I rarely do." He found enjoyment from the stallions company, and he decided to sit back and refrain from his normal tactics, which usually included some kind of quarrel. His day had been a dissapointment, and instead of ruining this chat as well, he sighed and decided to save his energy for the moment. Guilian had proven himself pollite and respectful, so there was no reason to not show him the same respects.
"I hope this isn't too personal of a tangent, but is there a favorite mare in your mind currently?" He winked playfully but was curious at who the stallion was taken aback with at the moment. It may have been that Guilian had more respect for mares than Ariston himself did, but either way for the peaceful moment he was having, he decided to put those thoughts past him, and not judge the stallion. Ariston found that he had some respect for the stallion, and tried to ignore the other critical feelings that usually blurted out of his mouth.
As he swept one of his hooves on the ground, his mind was blurred with his current thought process. He was acting very out of character than he normal did, but because Guilian was not proving to be a threat in anyway, he was trying to not feel bad. Ariston thought he was in the danger zone earlier when it came to his emotion rising, but he just couldn't take arguing right now, especially when he knew the stallion in front of him wouldn't listen. Maybe some of the respect he had for Guilian was that he was as self-confident and minded than Ariston himself, and arguing woud be completely useless in that case. If Ariston chose to never listen, Guilian would probably be similar in that respect.
Silly quarrels were only fun for Ariston if he was able to challenge another's mind, and change the way they would think. He knew that that would indeed be impossible with Guilian.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:48 pm
A truce? Well, that was what it sounded like Ariston was calling...and really Guilian himself could see it that way. Perhaps not with hooves or teeth, nor yet with posturing and accusations, the two of them had somehow been testing each other. He wasn't sure how he had passed muster in the kalona's eyes, or if he even had; however, there was something oddly likeable about this stallion in spite of his selfish approach to mares.
"Indeed, we seem to have a few things in common, but at the same time are different enough that we plausibly wouldn't be pursuing the same mare!" And that was the meat of the matter, wasn't it? Guilian enjoyed a challenge as much as the next stallion, but he'd never enjoyed competing with another who was right there. Very unfair to the mare to make her choose, after all...nor was it fair to the other stallion to get blown off when the mare ultimately chose him! Though he had to admit that perhaps this Ariston would have been a more worthy rival than most...he didn't like the idea of testing that theory out!
At Ariston's little question though, Guilian found himself chuckling out loud. "In the spirit of one stallion of the world to another, eh? Well, you seem like the type who might be able to see where I'm coming from. However..." Here, the cardinal's black eyes snapped a challenge at the pale kalona as Guilian once more settled himself down on the ground. "I expect to hear what you've got say afterwards; it seems hardly likely you're out here chatting with a stallion on a beautiful night for no reason!" That seemed like a fair give-and-take...and who didn't like hearing a good story, anyway?
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:41 am
Ariston sighed but let out a sly grin. "Truthfully I don't have much to tell. I am around here and there, but have not found a respectful mare in a while. It may be that I am too judgemental, but being selfish is more fun anyways." He winked at Guilian but that pondered at how he truly felt. His selfishness was just something many mares wouldn't put up with themselves, especially the some that actually had confidence. Those were always the most fun for him.
He chuckled at the stallions other comment. "Heh, it is very unlikely for me to persue a mare in the first place, though I have had my moments. I doubt we will run into that problem.. though if it did actually happen.." He let out a laugh, and decided to just leave the thought be. "It would indeed be interesting."
He wiggled his tail at the feel of a cool breeze, and shook out one of his legs. "Goodness we have been standing here so long one of my legs has fallen asleep." He pollitely excused himself for a second and stumbled away until his leg had woken up from its daze. Ariston thought for a second and looked around, and then turned back to the stallion. "How about a change of scenery? Would you be interested in just flying for a bit?"
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