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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:13 pm
( xp This RP is for Meeki and Tweeky >3 )  Ariston, after still feeling shocked about his encounter with the skinwalker, awoke that morning with one of the most horrible situations ever. His hair, tangled in a mess, lacked in its normal perfection, and lay flat next to his flushed face. His skin and body ached, and his white glow faded in the morning's shine. What had happened had done more to him then he had though, for the moment the female left him, his body feel entirely, leaving the night in a nightmarish blur.
His mind was still moldy and gray, and he growled at his pounding headache. His heart beat slowly and painfully, only because of the damage he had allowed to his perfect body.
Feeling the fresh breeze of a cool river, he slowly got up, feeling 100 pounds heavier than usual. He could still smell the frightened sweat that had engulfed him the night before, and he knew how badly he needed to sink into the water's freshness. After what felt like years of walking, he finally approached his cold but wonderful freshness. It was far to cold to fully go swimming, though he soaked bits of his body shamefully, feeling like a lost and injured soldier left in a battlefield.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:28 pm
 Wrath was furious, not that it was anything new to the large stallion. Everywhere he turned, there seemed to be sappy couples and with Spring coming soon, it would only get worse. He hated that thought. HATED it with a deep burning passion. He walked along the edge of the water before pausing to drink. He drank only enough to quench his thirst. He hated all positive feelings, including the enjoyment of fresh, cold water. Something caught his eye nearby and it took him a moment to realize who it was. "What the ******** happened to you?," he asked his sinful friend, "I've seen s**t come out looking better than you do at the moment." As vulgar as it might sound, Wrath believed it entirely. Ariston, while normally a beautiful (and obnoxiously so) Kalona looked.. quite the mess in his current state. The sight caught the angry stallion off guard.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:43 pm
Shocked, still, and shameless, Ariston looked at his friend in utter shock. "What.. whhhhaaa?!" He lost his balance, falling dreadfully into the water. What was Wrath doing there?! He of course was happy to see his friend, and was thankful it was not a female, though, he thought it was early enough for his dreadful state to remain a secret.
Pretending to raise himself up elegantly, his body shivered under him at the feeling of icicles from the water. "I uhh, had a rough night." He answered, in his smooth and cool tone. 'Oh, nice one..' he kept thinking to himself. He knew Wrath could see through such crap. Rough night was such a simple way to put the utter craziness he went through.
"What about you? I haven't seen you in forever, I was getting lonely." He fluttered his eyes in his abnoxious gander, and realized his hair lay soaking next to his even more pale skin. "I bet you are pleased to see me this way?" He pouted angrily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:40 am
Wrath wasn't sure what to think. Should be be pleased to see Ariston in such a state? For some reason, it seemed to piss him off all the more to see his elegant friend in a disheveled mess. He wasn't sure what came over him but in the next instant, the large furious stallion was in the water too.
He pushed himself past his friend to the other side and lowered his head to nudge Ariston back towards the land. "Out you go. You are going to get yourself @#!@! cleaned up, do you hear me? And then you are going to tell me what the @#!@ really happened to you. Then we are going to go kick some @#!@!! a**."
Wrath wasn't good at this 'being nice' thing. Ariston was a sinful soquili such as himself, they were part of the same group and in some ways, almost like family. As far as he cared, if someone messed with one sin, they've messed with them all. The rage within him slowly started to grow at the thought.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:36 pm
What Wrath had done not only shocked Ariston, but it gave him a sensation he had never imagined before. In the land of Soquilis, not one creature had ever bid him any kind of kindness or caring. Obviously, such things were unimportant to him, but it was a feeling of nature that scared him in this very moment, though he was extremely thankful for it. Through his golden glory, he felt utterly thankful to his friend at hand.
"Wrath.." He started to say, but then rethought his long speech of gratitude. "Thank you." He said, warmly.
When they were back on solid ground, Ariston thought about the best way to approach the situation. "I ran into a skinwalker, Desdemona." Her image burned his eyes, and through their puple shards he winced at the thought. "She was quite cruel, demanding, aggressive. It was something even I could not handle. It was frightening." What she said felt like a massive lecture, criticizing every part about him as wrong.
The issue she brought up to him, struck him as something important that he tended to ignore in the back of his mind. Before he spoke, he looked at Wrath, and in his brute and physical strength, he held the complete embodiment of a Kalona.
"Why am I a Kalona, Wrath?" It was a question he thought about on long sleepenss nights, where even his beauty could not calm him. "I still eat meat, enjoy hunts, but something about me is misplaced isn't it?" And there is was, the most painful aspect of himself. He truly adored EVERYTHING about his meaning to life, his image, his words.. but the one thing that was kept sleeping in his mind was the idea of being a Kalona.
"She made me feel like a disgrace, Wrath. Why must it be that I have to radiate my evil to truly be a Kalona? My evil is secretive and cunning, but obviously weak.."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:02 pm
A Skinwalker, Wrath thought to himself. He had heard of this kind naturally, but he had never seen one. They were supposed to be far more deadlier than the Kalona. The fact it was a female that had sent his friend to his current state infuriated him. He hated females.
"Why do birds #@@#! fly? Why do rabbits #!@@! hop. You are a Kalona because that's what you are. So what if you're pretty to look at. That doesn't make you any #@!@! less Kalona than me or the others. At least you're not #@!@! ugly." Wrath stepped onto the land and tried to shake out his hair. He hated being wet. He hated feeling chilled from the water.
"Look," he said in all seriousness, a very rare occurance for the usually angry stallion, "We are all different. Not just by race, you know? We are all different, period. I've never seen two male Kalona the same way, nor two female unicorns, nor two regulars. Everyone is different. Everyone has their own idea of what a race implies, what they are all about. Who's right? Who's wrong? Is there a right or a wrong? I don't think there is. I think as long as you are true to who you are, then you are true to your race. I don't think there's a set anything and anyone that thinks so is @#!@! stupid. That Skinwalker is #@!@! stupid."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:20 pm
"I would truly hate if I was ugly... " Letting himself finally chuckle at the small humor from his friend, he flopped his head to the side, hoping to let his massive mane drop some water. "Haven't you noticed though, how annoying most of these Kalona are? I think it is alright to find oneself superior, but because of your blood? That makes no sense to me." Being a part of the sins didn't feel like a 'superior' trip to Ariston, it just felt like a greater sense of destiny. The superiority he found was only in himself, obviously.
At Wrath's next gesture, however, Ariston wanted to let his jaw drop. Doing such a thing would resemble an 'ugly' nature, so he held in the impulse, but made his eyes widen instead. Wrath's words were so correct and truthful, that he could do nothing but stare. When his heart starting beating again, though, he finally spoke.
"I don't think there is a right either. I believed that was all that mattered. But, she kept bringing up issues of blood. Blood is something that never really occured to me. " His Kalona blood was only apprent to him when he would get pissed off in a situation. "Sometimes, I wake up in a horrid conversation, and feel my blood start to boil. This vicious sensation comes over me. That must have been what she meant." Sighing angrily, he realized how stupid it all sounded. "So I should embrace this rage? I do, when neccessary, though I believe that is not enough in respect to a Kalona. What a stupid way to represent life." He said, dramactically.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:32 pm
Wrath nodded, clearly agreeing with the other Kalona, "I would rather be superior because I was bad a**, because I made an impression, because I $@!#@ deserved it than just because of what I was born as. I don't see how one can be so proud over something so common. Something others like them are born with or born as. Perhaps it's all they have, so they have to @#@!! cling to it like a foal to a teet." It wasn't just Kalona that had that problem, Wrath though to himself. It seemed like a lot of races were very similar in that regard but the Kalona were definately among the most severe cases.
"Look at it this way, my friend. If I @#!@! pushed my beliefs on everyone else, and wanted them to think like me, believe like me, I wouldn't be special any damn more. If you were like everyone else, or everyone else was like you, would you be able to @#!#! look at yourself the same way?" Wrath paused briefly at Ariston's question before continuing, "Who the @#!@! cares what is enough for a Kalona? Do what is enough for Ariston. Rage doesn't become you. That would be like me thinking I'm a pretty thing. Though I am sure you get @!@! pissed off on occasion, handle it as well.. you would. Not as what you would feel is expected of you."
Wrath really wanted to pay this Skinwalker a visit. He would not be enough to match her on his own but with some help.. perhaps she could be taught to stay away from the sins. That @#@! needed a rude awakening.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:46 pm
"That's how I always thought, Aaarrg then why am I questioning myself this much?" With a slight snarl he put his head down, only angry at himself towards the issue. "In my entire life, I have never let anything do this to me. The fact that I am a Kalona, and that I don't judge others on race or blood, makes other Kalona think lowly of me, which I don't care about of course. But what I do deal with, is other Soquili looking at me as a disgrace, weakling. Instead of looking at me for my stunning nature and perfection, they only judge me on my appearance as a Kalona. Its utterly ridiculous." Bringing his head back to its proper position, his looked a bit past Wrath, only because of his constant thinking. "I hate being noticed as a Kalona. That's what I realize pisses me off. Maybe it is good I ran into that Skinwalker, because truthfully I don't give a @#$# about that."
Noticing that he swore felt unnatural and completely ungentlemanly, but he laughed, only because it was Wrath, and there was no reason to impressive him. Plus, it felt dang good.
Finally feeling a bit clearer after Wrath's second statement, he sighed reluctantly. "I do, agree with everything you state. I guess I never really thought of it that way. Of course I don't want that ugly sameness, its worthless overall. I enjoy being noticed, idolized, and even mocked." He did enjoy Wrath's late bit of comment, and felt himself smile at the vivid picture. "I would love to see you prancing around like a pretty boy, if you need any tips, just ask." He winked at him, but then brought his expression back to serious. He was extremely thankful so far for his advice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:03 pm
Wrath chuckled at the irony of such a question. The very sin that Ariston embodied needed re-awakened. "You are the last creature that should ever question anything about himself," he pointed out. "Who the #@!@ cares who thinks low of you? What makes them so important, ya know? What makes their word WORTH anything. You might be a pretty thing, but you are still a deadly thing. You are evil. It's in your gut. Being a Kalona has nothing to do with that. You'd be you even if you were a damn flutter. If they want to judge you because of how you @#!@! look, let them make that judgement. Let them underestimate you. You can work that to benefit yourself." Wrath would think such a thing could easily be used to his friend's favor. Ariston was a sin, and he was a Kalona, and as such, he was well equipped to handle just about any fight, sans that of a Skinwalker. He just need to believe in himself in other ways than physical beauty.
"Me, pretty?, Wrath mocked back, "Hell would sooner freeze over".
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 8:54 pm
He enjoyed the way his friend spoke, he was fearless in every word. Ariston knew he also had such confidence, though it was completely different on the other hand. This bothered him, for he wanted to stay respected as not only beautiful, but as his true sin. "Underestimation would be my demise, though. It is so unnatural to even think of such. I hold myself to standards that are unreachable to others, though at the same time, I have never played with the idea of underestimation. "
What a strange word, it was so strange, a part of him kept questioning if he even understood its meaning fully. (( XDD Pretty boeys dunt hafta be smert ;D)) Either way, he shook off his thoughts and continued on.
"I mean, what would you do if others underestimated you? You would probably tear their faces off! The thought of having blood on my skin and hair.." He paused. "Absolutely hideous. Of course, a part of me would love to tear some worthless beings apart, but I don't know how it could damage my body." Ariston and Wrath physcially stood as complete opposites, and through this difference they balanced each other's strength out tremendously. "I have always imagined kicking some well deserved butt, though." He winked at him.
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