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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:20 pm
(( This is a Private RP between Death to Blondes and Myself, please do not post unless asked. ))  Azariel plodded slowly down the path, tired after her long day of running and jumping and playing with others. Today had been a very good day for doing that, the sun had been shining and it had been relatively warm out, especially with there being no snow on the ground.
But of cousre as days do, the sun began to lower and one by one the others had said that they had to go home, until Azariel found it her turn as well. A pity she found herself lost, but that was understandable. She hadn't been outside of her home after dark often enough to recognize the landmarks in the darkness. Her tail flicked indignantly, she wasn't afraid of the dark, she quite liked it after she allowed herself to become used to the sounds of the night.
Pausing at a fork, she sighed, looking to either end. What was she to do now? Which way to go?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:27 pm
Ares was slowly but surely getting pissed off, his eyes hardened with hate...he was being followed and not by anyone he wanted to be followed by. A pack of the not so nice kind of wolves were after him and he was trying to keep a hold of his temper before he just went out and slaughtered them all...the perks to having a unikalona as an adoptive mom. His nostrils flared as he snorted at them, he could hear them growl. But as he inhaled he caught a scent, and much younger than he. He trotted out just a further but to see a young filly roaming about. Who does this at night, where were her damned parents. He huffed slightly, she looked confused too. He whickered to her to see if she would come, this was no place for a young female to be nor any one as a foal should. These wer the outskirts of a living hell where he had grown up. Surviving instead of living, his hardened heart just couldn't watch her getting ripped up into pieces or perhaps he didn't want any blood on him. Who knew what he was thinking...
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:05 pm
Azariel's ears flicked back as they caught a sound but not just one. Her own nostrils flared catching unfamiliar scents. One was vaguely like hers, different enough for her to know she didn't know it, but familiar enough to know that he was the same species. She turned, purple eyes searching through the darkness. "Who are you?" She asked, softly, a stelly edge to her tone.
She hadn't met any other stallions except for her father, but he had warned her about how others might try to hurt her and one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to go down easy. "What do you want?" She hissed softly, the others scents causing her ears to flatten and her heart to quicken. Why did she feel this way? Why did that scent make her feel such fear?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:14 pm
"My name iz non importance to vous, nor would it matter. What does is your saftey." he stepped into the slight moonlight his white coat reflecting brightly as his harsh eyes laid down on hers. She was a fiesty one she was, "I want nothing, but if vous want to be stripped of your life by all means stay where vous are, if vous wish to see another day I suggest you come with moi, ma petite." he eyed her carefully coming closer to her side. He was not just big, he was muscular and most knew not to mess with him except wolves that let their hunger eat at them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:21 pm
Azariel narrowed her eyes at him, not trusting him an inch. Why should she, after all? She could barely understand what he meant, let alone what he was saying. She snorted, planting her hooves more firmly, "Right, go with you," She replied, tail flicking and anger burning in the back of her mind. No one told her what to do, especially a strange musclar stallion with wings and a bad attitude.
"What is following you?" She asked abruptly, ears flicking at the faint sounds. It was just a guess, she neither had proof nor any real standing to say such; all she knew, was that the origin of that scent was coming closer and coming from his direction.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:33 pm
He looked at her, she had a right to know..."Wolves, vile creature 'zat think of foals like vous 'az food." he heard another snarl in the bushes but he did not move an inch. "Perhaps, I will just go and let vous fend for yourself against their very sharp teeth and nasty ways. Maybe you'll get lucky and someone else will save vous like your parents but I won't. I will not ask again, ma petite." his voice was cold and serious. He felt their scents coming closer, she was wasting time and this was angering him slightly. Though her own attitude seemed to calm him slightly and he did not know why, it was slightly off beat for him. Usually he'd go out fighting if someone were like this to him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:50 pm
Azariel looked up at him, silently debating whether or not to even believe him. Wolves? She'd never seen those before and hadn't heard much about them either. She snorted dismissively, "I can take care of myself." She commented, stepping back a step. She wasn't stupid, he could be telling the truth and if he was, she certainly wasn't going to stick around to find out if the wolves were as bad as they say.
"One question," She said, tail flicking again, "What's with the "ma petite?" She looked up at him, ignoring the fact that he was so much larger then her that she felt tiny in comparison. Strangely, he minded her of her father, though he was nothing like in him in personality. Must be because he looks a bit like father she mulled over, Except for the wings...
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:22 pm
He was cursing madly in his head, "Don't worry about it." he watched as a flash of grey moved furiously from the corner of his eye moving to the smaller one. The rest of the pack did not follow this was a decoy, he had fought enough to know how the predators think. He flexed his wing just in front of the foal and as he expected it gripped a hold of his wing. He could feel something rip within it releasing blood making the beast grip harder. As this wolf had his wing a second came at the foal, snarling and drooling as it did crazed in the eyes. Ares put himself in front of her and it once again kicking it bluntly in the ribs with his hind legs. "Do not run," he looked to her knowing she was much like him. "Please," he added hoping that would sway her mind. If she moved he couldn't protect her, he didn't even know why he cared...
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:41 pm
She jumped, startled at the abrupt object in her view and then bit back a shriek. Something was biting his wing! She backed up at step, ears flattened and eyes wide with horror. She wanted to run-truly-instinct screamed at her to do so-but she heard the adult tell her not to.
What did he care? She wondered, watching with wide eyes. What did this stallion, who she had never met before and had no ties to, care about a little foal? He could have flown away if he wanted! Clearly he had the ability. Why did he stay?
A sharp pain whirled her back to the present and she yelped, lashing out with her hind legs and barely grazing a gray side. "Stupid..." She growled, glaring after the form. She managed a glance down to her leg. It was bleeding, but not very badly, she could still move around, even if it hurt. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," She mumbled over and over, watching them as they went after the two of them, "Stupid!" She kicked out, missing, but fully intent on giving her pain right back. She hated being in pain and in her anger, she usually lashed out. Besides, who said Ares could do this all on his own?
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 1:48 pm
Ares bucked out and had seen one go after her but he was being pulled down by two on his wing. He managed to kick one of them off and it went scrambling for the bushes it was on the thinner side anyways. The other one was a brute and Ares mannaged to latch onto its own neck biting down, the thing yelped making it let go of his wing and easier for Ares to crack its neck as he flung the thing away from him letting its body break with the fall. Blood from his wings and other little scratches, he watched the young one try to fight and the last one he could see was going after the smaller one once again. He pushed his good wing forward and lowered his neck snorting at it with those glaring eyes that looked very much kalona at the moment. His wing was in pain but he showed nothing of it, he glared down the wolf as a low rumble came from the back of his throat telling it to back off or be killed. The wolf snarled one last time and took off into the East. Ares watched it take off his head still lowered his wing still outspread and laying uselessly at the ground he couldn't flex it back up in its normal position.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 2:08 pm
Azariel breathed quickly yet deeply, calming herself as she watched the last gray form flee. She looked at the white stallion, her own body trembling from the exersion of what had just happened here.
Her eyes widened as she realized how bloody he was. "Idiot!" She snapped indignantly, barely keeping herself from head-butting the wounded wind, "Why didn't you just fly away?" She shouted, patience having long since vanished, "You're stupid, you know that? Any other soquili would have escaped while they could or just defended themselves!" She snorted, furious at his apparent lack of intelligence, "I do not understand you." She stated, her voice calming.
She gritted her teeth she definitely did not want to do this, "But thank you for protecting me." She managed to grind out, still quite angry with him but not willing to allow her manners to completely vanish.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 2:38 pm
"If I would 'ave left vous would 'ave died. And it wouldn't 'ave been slow at first, by 'ze way." He ignored the rest of her, if he paid attention he would have a tantrum he thought and he wasn't going to kill a foal because he did not have control of yourself. He felt that it was weird for the female to say thank you so he simply stated, 'your welcome.' Sensing no other dangers for the time being he began to trot of dragging his wing along, great...just great. Ferking foals, he thought to himself..."Vous do not wish to 'ave moi around and vous insult moi, so will be taking my leave." he eyed her, she had her own temper but she couldn't do any major damage to him so he...really didn't worry about it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 4:43 pm
Azariel snorted, "I told you, I can take care of myself." She retorted, annoyance flickering in her eyes. Her eyes narrowed as he moved away, "Hey! Who said you could go?" She trotted after him, rearing up and biting his mane in an attempt to slow him down. "Jeez! You really are stupid!" She growled through her teeth, front hooves still hanging off the ground. "Moving around isn't smart!" She told him, glaring, "You'll only hurt yourself more!" She snapped angrily, "Look at you! You're a mess!"
She shook her head, looking at the wing he dragged, "Do you ever want to fly again? Then stop moving, you numbskull!" She huffed and looked up at him then shook her head, "Males," She muttered, "You'd think they'd learn but noooo."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 5:11 pm
"'Zen take care of yourself." he watched her carefully as she pulled his mane, "Vous should watch what vous say I am old enough to decide if I can leave or not." He pulled away from her eyeing her perhaps she acted like this because some where down their cared for his well being. "I 'ave been on my own since your age, ma petite." he frowned as she said males. "I 'ave not taken to vous differently becu'z vous are female so why do vous make it sound az if I 'ave done somet'ing wrong by being born male." In some awkward way he found her cute, fiery temper and yet so small or perhaps she just reminded him of himself as a foal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 5:59 pm
Azariel tossed her head, short white mane flying, "Right, sure, whatever, let's see if you can fly again after dragging your wing around for long." She retorted, her annoyance lingering. Why was he being so stubborn? So bull-headed.
"So what?" She asked bluntly, looking up at him as if it were no big deal, "You've been on your own, whoop-de-do, have you ever been hurt like this before?" She questioned, relentless in her thoughts.
Another snort and huff, "Right, right, you don't think you have," She responded, trotting around to get a closer look at the wing which still dragged on the ground, "I've dealt with it since I can remember, ma petite, most if not all males like to protect females. It's probably not something they can control." She stated matter-of-factly. She nosed the damaged wing gently, an attempt to make him snap it back to the position it belonged.
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