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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 2:47 pm
 Through the sky he galloped, while flopping his head up every now and then to secure his hair into place. It was a gorgeous day for flight, and the wind had show itself to not be a threat to his hair. As he scoped the area, his eyes scanned at the many Soquili below him. None were tickling his fancy at the moment, so he decided to continue on, in hopes of something else. He wasn't sure why he was so indecisive, but a part of him was just bored. For many days his routine had become too daily to handle. He sighed to himself and swayed back and forth, slowly lowering himself to a better vision for other Soquili to see. He wondered how perfect he looked, and if his beauty overpowered the very sky itself. Closing his eyes gently, he held his head high and continued forward, taking in bits of attention here and there.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 7:35 pm
The winter's chill beginning to creep into her body, a mare made her way idly about the meadows, bereft of the companions she had made her home with, exploring, instead, this new world on her own.
She had been aptly named, a flower of the snow, for her mane held the colour of spring blossoms, her form the purity of winter's snow. Her adored adornment held price of place over all, however, a golden filigree mask that sat beneath her horn. Golden hooves matched both the horn and mask, and were at that moment engaged in testing the consistency of the ground before her, a great and sudden paranoia of stepping into a bog suddenly sweeping over her mind.
It seemed solid enough, but still she made only tentative steps, lest it suddenly turn to mush beneath her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:01 pm
It seemed Ariston's bordom would soon subside, for as he idly glided forward, he saw something in the distance that finally caught his attention. He could already tell it was a mare from his obnoxious senses, but a part of him was flustered and more confused than normal. He wondered if it was someone new then, which made him more curious.
He continued forward until the vision of the mare became more clear. With a stunning white coat and lucious pink hair, his eye's widened naturally, which did not happen much. He dramatically made his way from the air, acting slower than usual so she would notice him, and so he would not startle her. With one last flick of mane and tail he finally made his way onto the ground.
Eying the princess-like figure in front of him, he bowed his head cordially and said, "Why hello there miss. My name is Ariston. May I have the pleasure of learning your name?" He could not get over her hair, it was as strangely natural as his own. It had been a long time since a mare had impressed him, so he was anxious to meet the stunning mare.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:18 pm
If he sought to gain attention, it seemed he was well practiced, for the descent was bound to grab attention. The mane alone on this stranger was the length of many a tail Fiore had seen. Indeed, she mused, it was long as a tale, and likely had many to tell.
It was his horns, however, that latched her attention. She had yet to meet a Kalona before this moment, and the sight of horns so entirely unlike her own solitary and straight adornment caught at her imagination. The wings she could accept as a method of flight, but the horns she really could not quite understand.
However, a greeting followed his showy approach, and she replied in kind, inclining her head as she spoke.
"I am Fiore Neve," manners commanded she hold back the following comment dancing on her tongue, but she was easily comparable to a child, innocent in the arts of conversation, or indeed, much.
"Your horns are different," tumbled out of her mouth, and though wary lest he take offence, and not tell her more, she was unable to feel shame, for she truly did wish to know why.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:45 pm
Ariston chuckled and looked at her slyly. "Different? Now I have heard many comments about them, but different is a new one." He sighed and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Its just a Kalona trait, I am guessing that many Kalonas use them to battle. I would never want to injur myself like that, so I try to stay away from that maddness." Ariston, to many other Soquili, was a "nice" Kalona. He showed others the respect they deserved, but many were unaware of his sleek Kalona blood that indeed ran through his veins. He was lucky, though, that his looks and charm were able to hide most of that.
"Fiore, it is nice to meet you then. I have a question myself.." He flicked his head up once again, letting his hair bounce, which was a habit. "Your hair is very stunning, and being a hair feen myself, I am grateful to witness such wonder.." His eyes rolled from curl to curl, desiring their natural bounce. "How do they stay like that, even with this weather damage?" He was taken aback, for any mare who took this good care of themselves was ranked high in his eyes.
((They both have body jewelry XDD *luffles her pearls* I always forget Ariston has JLo ish jewelry X;3))
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:35 pm
The comments about his horns she drank in, savouring each morsel of information whilst eyeing the appendages.
Kalona was a race of which she had heard snippets, but not much, though tales of behaviour did arise that rather shocked the innocent mare.
He began speaking again before she could ask more questions, thus she satisfied herself with tilting her head on an angle and inspecting the horns once more before turning her attention to his words.
Her mane? The question gave her pause, for she really rather liked her mane, it's curl, it's colour, it's general, as she liked to think, prettiness.
But how did she keep it in place? She hardly knew.
"It just... stays that way, really."
A thought occurred.
"I have no wings though, so can't fly to get wind through it, or run when the weather might make the ground unstable, so it really has no chance to spoil."
[Hehe, I was thinking that earlier, they're blinged out. xD]
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:18 pm
Ariston nodded as she spoke, thinking about not having the ability to fly. "Does it sadden you at all, well I mean to not be able to fly?" He had always wondered that, for the other mare that hung around his teepee was very emotional about that issue. Flying was something he enjoyed to a great extent, and he couldn't imagine not doing it. Sometimes he felt that his domain was the sky itself. "I do know what you mean, I try to avoid flying on too windy of a day. Hair damage is the worst." He wiggled his head to get a piece of mane out of his face.
Ariston eyed the horn on her head and pondered a thought. "You know, you have a horn yourself.. I guess we aren't so different, then." He winked playfully, and whipped his tail into the air. She was so calm, so he didn't want to act too intimidating like he usually did.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:53 pm
Sadden her? Little managed to darken the unicorn's outlook enough to cause sadness, it simply never ocurred to her to mourn for something she had never known. It would, she supposed, be like being sad that she had a horn, whilst her companions did not. She could not, for what was hers was, and what was not, was other's.
"I have never tried flying, so I do not know if I should miss it."
The theatrics as he discharged his mane to it's proper place took over her attention for a moment, gaze idly toying on that waterfall of hair. To be sure, he did have a lot of mane to worry about.
The mention of her own horn provoked a smile, sending it twitching at her lips.
"Yours still seem different, Ariston. More... well, I don't really know. Just not the same."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:30 pm
Ariston looked at her, charmed by her simple and elegant responses. "I guess that is true then, I apologize. I never thought of it that way." There was something about her, maybe it was her innocent face or lack of attention that had him dazed on her.
"Is my difference that disgusting?" He eyed her, confused by her reaction. Many would look at him and find his 'different Kalona image' as something of utter beauty. "I am not sure what you mean..." He frowned, and sniffled through his nostrols. He was extremely confused by the comment, and was unsure how to react. Usually, he would just get angry or rude back, but he felt himself struggling to make such gestures so soon with her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:04 pm
This response served only to confuse the unicorn, she had not realised her words could offend, or that fact could be subjective, subjectivity fact in the minds of her fellows.
"Disgusting? No. Just different from mine. Not straight, not forward. I haven't seen anyone with two horns before."
Nor had she seen wings such as those on his back, or indeed, a Soquili other than herself that wore jewellery. But she was like a child to these lands, unaware as she was inexperienced, soaking in what she saw, what she heard, what she learned. No, Fiore Neve would never be cunning as some, but she would learn at least the ways of this place, so she hoped.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:36 pm
Ariston closed his eyes and chuckled softly. He then reopened his eyes slowly and gazed back at the mare. He calmed his senses down and made himself realize that she really did mean no harm. "Ahh, I see." He said, smiling gently. "Two horns is a Kalona trait I guess, am I the first you have run in to? That might make your Kalona experience confusing, then." He brushed his head forth to adjust his hair, and thought about what reaction she would make to some of the other more vicious Kalona. Thinking about it made him worried, and he hoped she would never experience it, or if she did that she would be protected.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:15 pm
To this she nodded, though briefly, as a thought struck her.
"I've never met anyone else with two horns, so I must not have. So... they all have two horns then? And wings?"
My, these were lucky Soquili. She had met others with wings, and she herself had a horn, but to have both? That must have been luxury indeed! She had not thought they could be mutually exclusive, but nor had she thought they could not be.
"Are there any with three horns? Or four?"
Now her mind was racing with possibility.
"Or more than two wings, perhaps?"
This stallion seemed to know a deal about the place she had found herself, it was time to tap into a little of this knowledge, to indulge her own extremely limited experiences with those of a more seasoned palette.
The excitement of thought was evident in her frame, eyes bright, head tossing gently with each thought, those spring-like curls bouncing with each movement. Fiore had no ability, indeed, no need, to hide her thoughts, for a mind such as hers had no guise in deception.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:11 am
Ariston's eyes widened as the mare's nature changed to utter excitement. He let out a smile at her reaction, and was happy to respond.
"Yes, I would say from the Kalonas I have met that most have that same setup, though some have different tails." He wisped his into the air naturally on that thought, happy that he had lucious hair rather than a crazy battle weapon. "Actually yes, I know of a female with extra horns, though I do not know of a Kalona with extra wings. I briefly encountered one Soquili though, with multiple wings.." He remembered meeting Lucifer briefly and scoffed under his breath. "It is quite impressive, though, to be able to have that many wings. He is quite a sight to see." In Ariston's mind he wanted Fiore to stay away from such a Soquili, as if they were opposites in pure and evil.
"So what other questions do you have, m'lady? I am happy to share any info that I can." He smiled gently, and enjoyed the mares company and presence. Because she was so simple and innocent, Ariston had no need to put up any kind of front or strut around. It actually saved him some energy for a change, so he enjoyed himself naturally.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:44 pm
This information was enough to set Fiore's mind racing, imagining each strange creature unfolding itself full in her mind, masses of wings and horns dancing on their forms. What a sight to see! Like some kind of strange dance across their frames!
More questions? Oh yes, she had every question under the sun! But which to state? Which to ask?
Those blue eyes twinkled as they met Ariston's gaze, simple idolatry won by his willingness to be burdened by questions.
"You say your kind have horns as weapons. Why would anyone need a weapon? Do you fight? Here?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 5:41 pm
He sighed, only because he did not want to break it to the lovely mare that there was indeed bloodshed. He would never want such things to go near her, though maybe it was better if he told her everything and how it was, so her awareness might help her.
"There is indeed fighting, especially between the Kalona race. Other races have their quarrels, though Kalonas are extremely vicious. Although I have not run into one, another purely evil race are the Skinwalkers. They tend to stray away from all living things, luckily." Then he continued on, thinking about himself. "No no, I don't prefer fighting at all. It's too ruthless, and I could never damage myself like that." With a flick of his head his mane engulfed him through the golden locks. He wondered how she would react to such awful truths.
"On a brighter note, there are many lovely Soquili to find and meet here, that are purely good. There is a lot of good here, that even I can recognize." He nodded to her, slightly smiling.
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