|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 12:25 pm
This is a Private RP for my self and ELf, and our Soq's... So.. Enjoy the read...
Sibalto paced through the lands at a steady trot, tack jingling softly. His delicate ears were perked forward, eyes searching the land as he moved along. Nothing much to do today but wander, as Tashika was out hunting and gathering food... Until High-Sun the stallion was free to roam as he willed... But he had real no destination in mind...
Visions of his various friends danced through his mind as he moved along, and he wondered how they were all doing. Perhaps he would seek some of them out when they were finished with their chores for the day... Perhaps he would make a new friend or two in his journey today.. Cheered by the thought, the silver stallion picked up his speed.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 12:48 pm
 Savanna glided from thermal to thermal on the sunny day. The mare harrassed a couple crows, chased a hummingbird, and then caught the sun's glint off something below.
She looked down, and noticed something peculiar. It looked like another soquili, but this one had a lot of -stuff- on it. The mare couldn't resist, she would check it out.
Turning her wings, she shifted so she spiralled slowly overhead, getting lower and lower. Finally, she was just above what she now saw was a dappled silver stallion. With soft wingbeat, Savanna landed. "What IS on you? Why did you have to kill something for it?" With her eyes she inspected the accessories closer, trying to figure out what it was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 12:38 pm
Snorting in surprise, the stallion dug in his heels and skidded to a stop and stared at the winged mare. He'd met a few winged Soquili, but none of them had just fallen out of the sky and started asking him questions...
"Oh!" He stared. "I'm Sibalto, its a saddle and bridle.. I didn't kill anything, it was made by my former owner... Who was forced to return to the Old World and leave me in this new one... Can I ask who you are?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:05 pm
He saw her, so the mare felt it was okay to land. She took a step forward, tossing her main with a soft snort, "Who could ever own you? I would never allow it!" There were many meanings in that phrase, for sure.
"Hello Sibalto," the winged mare lifted a wing to reposition it. "I am called Savanna."
In an undertone, Savanna grumbled, "Saddle and bridle... horrible!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:36 pm
"Well met Savanna..." Sibalto offered, baffled.. Well! This mare was surely one of the most strong-willed, forward mares he'd met in his time in this New World... She told him exactly what she was thinking in a way that could not be ignored.
Sibalto liked her instantly. "Its not all that horrible... My most recent owners have been kinder than any I have ever known... It was to my great sadness I left Taria Cromwell's hands... Though Tashika the SpiritMaiden is quite fine two-legger... I consider myself most fortunate to have such a home..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:21 pm
Savanna listened as she preened her wings. When he finished, the mare looked back and shook her head, forelock flapping. "Whatever you say. I know I ouldn't let anyone 'own' me. I am my own Soquili, and by the sky gods I will not be tied down." The mare smiled to relieve some of the arrogance in her words, "Home is where you make it. Personally, I am home in the skies... unfortunately one must always land at some point."
The mare gave an exasperated sigh, if only she could fly forever... but her wings would argue mightily to that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:40 pm
Sibalto chuckled. "My Lady, forgive me for saying.. But I could never visit you in your home... Nor you visit me in my old one... I am content where I am now... I have made a home here.. I will not destroy it just to get rid of a two-legger I am fond of... We are two very different minds, but, what works for one is not necessarily best for all, no?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:47 pm
Savanna snickered through her nostrils, "True true, if you prefer to be shackled down with your crazy jewelry, that is up to you." Curiousity got the better of her as she snuck closer and literally nosed the saddle and bridle. "How much do those weigh anyways?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 11:27 am
Sibalto shook his head, jingling his reins at her in amusement... "They are not heavy at all, Lady... And I have been shackled, and bound... And kept against my will... And the things I have seen in my life make this new life look like paradise... The jewelry is not a burden, and I do not wear it all the time... Though I don't mind the time I spend under saddle..."
He considered her for a moment. "I'm sure you would think this a most unpleasant thing, but I have delt with it -and worse things- all my life... It is nothing..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:44 pm
Savanna jumped back when the reins made some noise. Her legs were splayed as she braced -whether to flee or fight even she did not know. The mare only half-listened. Finally, she shook her head, bringing herself back as she relaxed and resettled herself. "You got me there, there are things more unpleasant, I guess. And I believe this place is a paradise..." The mare snerked, "...that's why I haven't left!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:26 am
Sibalto chuckled, nodding. "That is true enough, My Lady..."
He stretched his neck out and shook himself from nose to tail, unconcerned. The tack could not hurt anyone, it just was...
"There are worse things..." He added softly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:31 pm
Savanna snorted through her nose, her nostrils vibrating with the force. "Well then, Good Sir, I will be sure to not bring up worse things.... you are here now, and only by the curse of the Skinwalker or the cruelness of the demonic Kalona will something fo awry."
"Of course," the mare winked, "One could always avoid them."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:38 pm
Sibalto tilted his head at her, considering her words. "In the time I have been here.. I have yet to come across one of these Skinwalkers... Or a Kalona... I suppose I have been most fortunate..."
He considered the winged mare before him. "I have met a few of your winged kind, and I confess, I wonder what it is like to fly..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:52 pm
Savanna's smile widened, "Ahh... flying... it is freedom and a challenge at the same time. The turbulence isn't any fun, but thermals are a glory. There are good and bads in the sky, just as there is on land."
"I also, have never met a Skinwalker." Savanna became very serious. "I heard that you may not walk away from such an encounter..."
"But enough of the worries that may or may not come to pass.... you said you were from far away. What was it like?" Savanna scurried a little closer to hear what it was he was going to say.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:14 am
Sibalto listened to her tales of flying with some interest, wondering what it would be like to see the things she spoke of. It was a different world... Like the one he came from.. All different from the world he was in.. So many different slices of world, different views, all in this place...
"I have heard much the same... But.. I have met a shifter.. And he was a most pleasant fellow..." Sibalto paused, thinking of Sirius... "He gained a form similar to a skinwalker.. But lacked their nature.. Such as it was..."
"As far as the land I am from.. It is quite different.. There are no horses that fly like birds there... Nor are there horses that swim like fish... Or walk into different forms... But there are dancers and racers and jumpers... And horses of different shades... White of snow to black of night, silver, gold, bay, brown, buckskin... Paints... Delicate mares from the desert and bold war stallions from the colder lands... Hearty ponies from the mountains of snow... I miss the land, from time to time.. I miss racing in the surf and then running free in the mountain valleys... "
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
