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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 1:06 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Maurice This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 14h 3" Maurice's Stats Skill level: 83Power: 14 pts Strength: 13 pts Intelligence: 14 pts Wisdom: 6 pts Courage: 5 pts Luck: 5 pts Speed: 10 pts Agility: 8 pts Adaptability: 13 pts Stamina: 8 pts
Personality: Though usually at peace with himself, Maurice is rather suspicious of other Nequus and their motives. He is as stubborn as stone and, though his temper is seldom seen he is capable of considerable violence when pushed far enough. Under normal circumstances however he is very gentle and he seldom displays the famed pride of the Ichsa.
Location: A wanderer, no fixed home territory.
Maurice's Tree is located in the North Quadrant 
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 1:55 pm
 1: Basic info
2: What you'll find on this tree
3: Things happning at the moment
4: More on me
5: My past
6: What I think of people
7: Other stuff
8: Things that've happened
9: Log Book
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 1:57 pm
By myself again. Spyke has grown up and gone off with some mare he just met. It's so quite here now, always quite and I don't like it. I mean alone when I choose is great but now I always am. I think I might ahve to leave myself, go off and meet new people and that. Can't stay here all by myself, that's for damn sure.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 1:58 pm
It is not a very tall tree, standing slightly below the average of its neighbours. The trunk is near black, tinged with deep blue and the bark smooth for the most part. Its sleekness however, is interrupted by several deep gashes at varying heights up the trunk. Most of these have healed into simple grooves of a lighter colour but one, quite a long way from the ground, oozes still blue sap that runs in a lazy trickle to the earth below.
The branches carry many leaves which, in spring, are as dark as the main tree but they lighten throughout the year to a royal blue in summer, azure in early autumn and white through the cold winter months. They fall only in spring as new buds push them aside to leave one last covering of white upon the earth that has so recently been free of snow and frost.
Appearance
Though he is quite small for one of his kind, Maurice is well muscled for an Ichsa. His coat is deep blue and well cared for, though in placed it grows in odd directions where he has received and injury in the past and there are a few scars that have refused to heal well enough to have hair grow back over them. His dark skin hides this well however, and one would have to be looking very closely in exactly the right place to spot it.
His mane and tail are of similar hue to his body and curl into tight ringlets. This makes him a rather amusing sight when wet as the water weighs these curls down and makes the hair far longer than it is when the blue stallion is dry.
Bright blue eyes lacking in pupil stand out vividly from his dark body, as do the pale ends of his tendril wings and the silvery tri-star marking upon his left shoulder. He habitually wears a glass vial filled with seawater on a delicate silver chain that was given to him by a two-legs as a gift some time ago.
Personality
Maurice is a calm Nequus who dislikes violence and hates his occasionally violent tempers. These are controllable for the most part but pushed too far he is likely to throw himself at whatever has angered him and not stop attacking until one or other of them his unconscious at the very least. This capacity for brutality is probably the only thing about himself that he would change if offered the chance.
Whilst he loves company and other Nequus, especially foals, he also likes to be alone, valuing silence and peace and aloneness as much as chatter and laughter with others. He is also honest, almost to a fault and seems almost utterly incapable of lying. This last makes him swift to become wearied of those who take false airs to themselves as he sees this as a form of lying. Being the patient sort and disliking violence as he does however, he is likely not to express these frustrations overtly. Instead, he usually humours them, agreeing quiescently with them until such a time as he can remove himself from their presence.
The song Ground by Assemblage 23 fits him very well.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 1:59 pm
Well. If you are reading this I guess it’s a bit late to stop you, hu? I just hope you don’t think less of me for it, that’s all.
Early memories. Dark eyes smiling down at me, a gentle kind voice urging me to my hooves. That was my mother, deep blue like a midnight sky and so proud of her new son as he staggered upright and cast around at the new world he’d been thrust into so suddenly.
Soon after that, I met two others, my elder siblings; a brother and a sister. They were… distant and even then, learning to run for the first time, I think I knew that they weren’t too fond of me.
I soon noticed other foals about me but there was something different about their families than mine. They all had a tall strong stallion beside the mare that was their dam. I wondered why I didn’t have one and so, as with everything, I asked my mother.
She looked sad then, and told me that my sire had been a good Nequus and that he had died in a duel some time before my birth. I felt a little sad for the loss of a father I suppose but on the whole I was happy with my adoring mother.
Until she stopped adoring me that is.
I wasn’t very old, still small and learning to fly, when she began to draw away from me. I… I still don’t understand why. Was it something I did wrong, said wrong or was she just tired of my presence at her heels day and night? …In any case, it doesn’t matter to me why she did it; it’s the results that counted.
Her distance gave my siblings room to be crueller to me. Oh they never laid hoof or horn on me but they made it clear that a little foal like me wasn’t welcome in the family. It was then that I discovered that their sire had been different to mine, and that they had strongly disliked their mother’s second mate.
I wanted to fit in with them and to make mother love me again, I would’ve done anything, anything to make her smile at me again. At the time, I thought she had stopped caring because I was too childish so I made the effort to stop being a foal. I watched the stallions that lived around me carefully for an example of what she would love me for being.
They seemed loud, brash and violent to my cautious eyes but I thought that being a bit rough was a small price to pay to make mother love me again. So, I began to emulate them. I scrapped over nothing with the other colts, even sought to fight with the grown stallions. Sometimes I aggravated them enough to make them lash out at me and, of course, I didn’t stand a chance against their bulk and experience. Still did it though no matter the bruises and the scrapes; I had to make her like me again somehow.
It was an effort at first and I strained every day for some sign that my ‘growing up’ was making mother care again. It wasn’t, she liked me even less than she had before. I think I cried about it a bit but I don’t recall for sure, my memory is a bit unclear that far back.
The thing I do remember is the hate. It started small, for my siblings, just a tiny seed of bitterness, hardly notable as I struggled to be what I thought an adult should be. It grew though, steadily at first but then faster and faster like so great strangling vine around a once healthy tree.
A few months after I had first started copying the worst of the stallions that lived near to me I was worse than any of them.
Nothing mattered to me; I wanted violence and pain for others and myself. I hated both equally and utterly. I sought oblivion in strange herbs that the stallions who had taken me in, as a curiosity I suppose, showed to me.
If I had gone on like that I certainly wouldn’t be where I am today, I might well be dead.
One night, one of the stallions that I associated with duelled with a Jala sire over his prized daughter. My friend, I think I thought of them as friends, came out victorious but his was mind whirling with one of our favourite herbs. He didn’t stop his attack when the older stallion fell. He struck and struck again until the defeated Jala’s wings were broken and tattered. He called us over to join in and I went along with them all, revelling in the blood that ran down my horn and coated my hooves.
After about ten minutes of this assault, he was dead.
In the morning his body was discovered. The blood on our coats couldn’t have come from anywhere else and we were driven out.
I didn’t care much about that either, I cursed at my mother and siblings as I fled along with my tall friends. My brother and sister looked grim, satisfied. I didn’t read my dam’s expression back then but looking back I think she was sad.
We travelled south for a while, all muttering over the weaklings that had chased us off. We talked of coming upon a great herd, maybe taking it over and ruling as a group with all the mares we wished, maybe just capturing the very best and moving on again.
Needless to say that didn’t happen.
We tried it on when I was still quite a way from adulthood but things didn’t go too well. It was a big herd, we figured they wouldn’t miss a pretty filly or two but we were wrong. They were well organised and vicious and so we found ourselves on the run again. My shorter legs couldn’t keep up with the adults though and I was left behind.
I managed to hide for the herd’s guards and sneak out of the area but soon after I almost wished I hadn’t.
Soon after losing my ‘friends’ I ran into a crossbreed for the first time; a big Aeri Reya stallion. I’d been warned about that sort and so I was very careful but apparently not careful enough. He liked the look of me and decided I should stay with him. I didn’t want to and so he lamed me, kicked my left foreleg about pretty badly so I could hardly limp.
I’ll not say any more of that time, just that it wasn’t a whole lot of fun.
Eventually my leg got better though and I managed to hide this from him. So, one night when he thought my leg was still too bad to take me far or fast I ran away. Don’t think I ever ran that far or that fast before, probably never will again. There’s something about real primal terror that gives your muscles a bit of a boost I guess.
After him I was scared of the world as I’d never been before, avoided people for the most part and from that b*****d I realised just what a monster I was. I changed, for the better I like to think; got over the self-hate and all that jazz quick enough and I guess that’s where I am now.
I’m still a bit jittery and such but I feel like I’ve come back to what I was before mother started pulling away from me. I don’t know what’s coming next but I’m determined for it to involve the ocean and getting over being scared.
So that’s my life mostly up to the present. Like I said at the start, I hope you don’t think less of me for all the s**t I did but I understand if you do. All I can do is my best; I can’t change the past but I can make amends for it and believe me, I intend to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:00 pm
  - Niz. Yea, I was right; Niz is a great friend when you're not a skitty idiot. She's so... carefree I guess. I'll have to seek her out more often in future, being around her makes me smile. (Friend)
 - Chandara. Woah, bring on the weirdness. She seemed like a bit of a silly girl to me, mooning around and tossing her mane every two seconds; came off as very condescending too. Odd tail, looked a bit like a Rit's. Still, after a bad start I managed to get on okay with her. (Acquaintance)
 - Cressie. Another wonderful mare. Friendly, loves the sea as much as I do and also appreciates silence. She was easy to talk to, didn't intimidate me and when we went running together she was careful not to leave me behind rather than wanting to show off. (Friend)
 - Storm. Angry, snappish, strange. I didn't like her, feared her I guess. I couldn't sperate her from being what she is for starters and then she turned out to be either having a bad day or a tetchy b***h. (One to watch/avoid)
 - Rhea. Cressie's mother, apparently. Very polite, a bit cool towards me at first but that was sorted quite quickly. She's as nice as her daughter and will also be calling me Mo it appears. Another fun one to run and be with. (Friend)
 - Sonata. Well, another one who goes against the ‘Ichsa suck’ rule. She’s very sweet and kinda naieve. I’m going to keep an eye on her until she either finds Milo or has a safe place to live. (Friend)
 - Bastet. Nice girl, bit of a temper on her but that’s understandable given her situation. Off to an arranged mating, poor girl. Don’t envy her a bit. (Friend)
 - Utena. I owe her about one million. Lovely girl in general, too. Hope I can see her again sometime anbd repy her. (Friend; owe her one million)
 - Milo. Nice guy, helpful sort and good company. I owe him more than a bit too, but I hope I’m paying at least a bit back by helping him find Sonata. (Friend)
 - Spyke. What can be said. He takes peverse pleasure in poking me with his horn and nipping me and running around me like a mad thing and he had negative levels of self-preservation, I swear it. Yet I love him to bits. I guess it’s a parent thing. (Little horror)
 - Skittles. Nice guy, smart sort, takes good care of Niz. (Friend)
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:02 pm
Good Advice - Well, that was a bit sudden. Spyke’s gone off with some mare to explore the world. Great.
I asked first - Utena! Didn’t expect to see her here of all places, but I’m glad she has shown up. We had a good day, just eating and messing about mostly. I hope I get to repay her at least a bit during her stay with us.
Thinking of you - A Shrila approached me today, and it didn’t take me long to identify him as Sonata’s Milo. He insisted on staying to help me, I was too weary in all possible ways to much care one way or the other. Then the fruit fell on my head. So, now I have a son and he’s a terror already. Wouldn’t change him for thr world though.
Trees and Tribulations - Today was a very lucky day. An Ichsa girl, no wings for some reason, happened by the tree, and hence me. I must’ve looked pretty pathetic to her, she brought me some food. We talked for a bit, she's looking for a tree belonging to somebody else, but when the subject of death came up she hurried off. Guess she’s worried about them.
Horrible tease - Hu, apparently the ocean is big and green. She was winding me up of course, impressed really but... It was odd. For that moment when I thought she didn’t care at all about it I... I don’t know. It mattered. It really mattered. She’s grown on me, I guess. I think she’ll be hanging about with me for a while at least. I hope she will.
Lestra - Well, I delivered Bastet back home safe. Met an interesting (read mad) mare there. She came onto me at first, but after some amusing misunderstandings (read not all that amusing) she decided that we should be friends rather than Friends.
The other end of the bargain - Today I kept up my end of the bargain to Nyx and showed Sonata a bit of the coast. Ran into Bastet in my cave, see, so now I’m headed back to her herd with her. Sonata will be staying in my cave until I get back.
The benefits of migration - In D’ob today I met a young Ichsa mare called Sonata. She’s just moved away from her herd, and has lost her friend Milo the Shrila. I’m going to ask Nyx to have him looked for and then take Sonata to see Quirne.
Cliffside encounters - Hehe. Niz found me before I found her; oops. We talked, I found out where Cressie is and then we played at gliding and I took her to see the best sights of the area.
Midday Mirror - On getting back to the coast I ran into another Reya. I thought she looked familiar at first, then I found out that she's Cressie's mother, which explains a lot. Looks like the two of them'll be seeing each other again soon, which is good
Grit your teeth and bear it - Half-blood called Storm, angry thing she was. Got pissed at my questions and left before very long. I was glad of it.
Breath of the world - Met another Nequus today wandering along the beach. Her name was Cressida but I now call her Cressi and she calls me Mo. I think I've found a friend in this one.
Southward Bound - I got to the sea a lot faster than I expected to and met... Well, the oddest mare ever. Talked to her for a while and then went to explore and get a proper look around. despite the fact that she was very very condescending (decided I had a beautiful soul just by looking at me, felt the need to tell me the sea wasn't going anywhere) this has been the best day of my life.
Rubies on the snow - Heading south to the coast I met an unpleasant Reya stallion. After running away from him, I met Niz and found a place to stay while my leg heals.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:03 pm
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One of those days, you know? When the whole world just... hits you. I didn't mean to look at him or his mate 'a funny way' maybe he was trying to impress her with his ability to beat the hell out of me. He was huge and I was afraid; I ran as soon as I could.
Why do people have to treat each other like that? I mean I'm not asking fluffy happy love is all around here but a bit less violence would be nice.
Still, I did get away without any major hurts, just a cut that made my leg flare up and ache again.
Fortunately for me, I met Niz. I like her, I suppose. Nice girl, very enthusiastic. Yea, I do like her but I don't trust her a bit, which is sad; she was so open with me and I can't bring myself to reciprocate.
That's one of the few things about me I'm planning on changing because I don't see it as a part of me, really. I know I never used to be this scared and I damn well intend to make it leave me alone as soon as I can.
I'll be staying here in D'ob for a week or two, then on to the ocean.
It's so close now I can almost smell it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 6:01 am
I've been by the sea for a few weeks now. It's strange, looking at the last entry. I almost can't imagine a time before I was here. It's home, definitely, and I've met some decent people here. Cressie especially will stay a friend, I hope at least.
Still, the most important thing I've found here is peace. I feel really tiny looking out over all that water and it's soothing somehow. I've been at peace with myself for the most part for quite a while but now I feel at peace with most of the world. I'm less afraid and I'm getting stronger, faster, better.
I'll wander a little way from the coast soon I think, see if I can keep the new touch of confidence away from the waves and find some better grass, too. It's spring now, though still a bit cold and so I'll be off to see Niz again before very long so it's best to find out how I handle the world before I have to leave the ocean for any great amount of time.
I'm hopeful that all will go well.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 6:08 am
What’ve I learned today? One - I am a prejudiced b*****d and can’t look at a half breed without thinking they’re a sadistic psycho. Two - the half blood called Storm is a disagreeable b***h. I wasn’t hurting her, I wasn’t in her territory. I was just asking about a strange thing about her that she had revealed by choice. I didn’t ask her about her parentage, she told me they were both Jala. Was I supposed to not wonder how it happened? Supposed to say ‘oh, how nice for you, you spontaneously changed breed’ or something?
Perhaps she was just having a bad day, I’m prepared to accept that. Just wish she hadn’t soured mine so much.
Still, aside from her this little trip has gone well. I wasn’t scared to be away from home or anything. Feel more like me than I ever have, if that makes any sense. Well it does to me, so that’s all that really matters. I’m headed for home for a few weeks now, then I’ll be off to see Niz again. Can’t wait to tell her all about the ocean and the people I’ve met. I think that, on this trip, I’ll be able to make a friend of her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:41 am
Not long after getting back from my little trip, I spotted a white mare while I was out for a fly. I hadn't seen her before so I decided to fly down and talk to her. She looked familiar to me and, at first she was very formal.
I soon found out that her name is Rhea, and that she's Cressie's mother. I was pleased to be able to tell her about her daughter and she plans to stick around and wait for her here.
We chatted some, discussed how Ichsa are arseholes and other stuff too. I rambled, she managed to decipher what I was saying and then we went off for a gallop. I like her as much as her daughter; another friend to add to the list.
I also remembered my promise to Niz, which I'd nearly forgotten, so I'll be heading off to D'ob quite soon. After Cressie gets back sounds good to me.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:43 am
I think I've been hanging about for too long. I told Niz I'd be back when summer came and it's near half over already, maybe more. I want to wait about, to make sure Rhea and Cressie find each other again but I don't want to break my promise to Niz. This leaves me with a slight problem.
I think I'll give it a day or two more before I give and head back to visit D'ob. Who knows, I might even get this little trip in and be back before Cressie is anyway. She went out looking for her mother after all, I expect she's making a fairly thorough job. I know I would if I'd lost my mother... and if I liked my mother and... okay; in her position I expect I'd want to be thorough.
Guess that's about all for now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:15 am
Well, looks like I left it too long, Niz turned up at the cliffs looking for me. She wasn’t mad at me, luckily, and as I expected I enjoyed her company a lot more this time round, now that I’m not a jittery wreck anymore. We chatted, I found out about Cressie and this chap called Aitumn who apparently have a tree together and Niz teased me about Rhea. I didn’t mind, it was all in good fun and then we went of gliding and looking about at the best bits of my home.
I don’t know what I’ll do next I see Cressie though... This Aitumn is a Jala. Their foal will be a mixed blood. I don’t know if I can treat a mixed blood like i would another Nequus, and I don’t know if Cressie, or her mother for that matter, will be able to forgive me for that. I can’t tell them why I’m a prejudiced b*****d, not that it would probably make much difference if I did, so... I don’t know. I’ll have to do my best to look at the kid like I would any other if I get to meet it. If I can’t... Well I guess I might be losing a couple of good friends.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:18 am
Winter isn’t fun. Well, it is; the storms are very impressive but there isn’t a lot to eat here so I’m moving off for a while, see the world again. I’m still worried about seeing Cressie and her foal out there somewhere and acting like... I don’t know, like an idiot I guess. Not all cross-breeds are bad, I’m sure, but... well the ones I’ve met have been. I don’t want to lose Cressie and Rhea over this but I... I don’t know, I guess I’ll just try not to worry about it too much for now. Go out and see the world, and try not to worry. Yea. Who knows, perhaps I’ll run into a cross I get on with and then everything will come out okay anyway. Yea. No need to worry about a problem that isn’t even a problem yet.
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