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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:11 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:17 am
It had been nothing short of appalling, the night was something he would have preferred to have forgotten but instead he did little more than run. There was little he could do, with the bear prowling his own lands his sanctuary was no longer safe and with that rancid smell of blood still floating within the air he couldn't help but feel physically sick.
The dried blood was still fixed firmly upon his wings and while the wound in his chest had ceased bleeding it still throbbed due to the severity of the injury. It had been on the previous night, his own birthday that he had been callous enough to kill - he had worked so hard to prevent it, taken every precaution and yet the spirits had thrown the mare his way.
He couldn't go back, not yet.
Stumbling into the Clearings and towards the lakes where he had previously been before, he couldn't help but feel just a little exposed and vulnerable. Given how he looked and that horrid smell rising from his dark pelt he looked to be less than desirable company. Would there be zealots around that would attack him simply based on assumption?
...They had every right to.
Suitably subdued, the stallion dragged his hooves and forced himself to continue on his way towards the lakes where he soon plunged into the ice cool liquid. It brought a sting to his chest which tempted him to cry out in anguish but he with held - it was his penance for the previous night and nothing could make up for what he had done.
Setting about his task of cleaning the wounds tentatively, he hoped that the majority of soquili still remained in a deep slumber at this time of the morning. If not, he wasn't certain he could explain his condition to their satisfaction...
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:34 pm
Slumber was for the weak.
Or rather, soquili and Usdia alike who didn't realize they had a whole world in front of them, ready to be explored. Wanting, actually. Secrets revealed themselves usually in the dead of night, or at dawn and only those who had known the truth and embraced it could learn these things.
Like flowers, and bugs. What could they possibly be doing while the whole world was comfortably asleep? In daylight the flowers bloomed and looked perfectly happy with their role on the lands, and the buzzing little creatures (who were flutters sometimes mistaked as bugs) were happily collecting food for their family, or just feeding themselves. Some, even, as beady little eyes had noticed, loved to land on the big creatures and annoy them to the high heavens.
But at night? The flowers were asleep, they did not seem at all that happy for no sun was out to keep them company. And bugs escaped to the comfort and protection of their little 'buggy' homes. A couple days descovery and a whole lot of patience was needed to uncover those secrets.
Interestingly enough, though all of that seemed rather pleasing-there was a more miraculous descovery that stole the interest of the baby Usdia. For he, told by the somewhat occassional rustle of leaves (too loud to be a bug, bunny or racoon for that matter) came to realize that soquili wandered about during the times when the rest of the world lay peaceful and unaware. Big soquili for all he knew, but it made him curious all the more.
What kind of soquili would wander like that at this time!? Surely a few were up, but not wandering aimlessly through the deepest parts of the forest. THAT, the baby Usdia agreed with himself, was scary enough.
Tonight wasn't different than any other night that Spot choice to wake up and descover (much to the dismay of Charlamagne, who protested with him every so often in the morning). But he constantly reassured her that he wasn't so much as a baby as he was a few days ago. Things had finally been able to enter his mind and stay there, and he could talk like a normal child. And that was it, he was a child. Still in the same body of a baby Usdia, and definitely still as small as a house cat-but his mind said differently. Although the baby (child) was still in dire need of his Muma, and the protection she provided, and kept the same innocent giggle.
On this particular night, the sound of rather large hoofs, which he hadn't heard in a while, suddently made the Usdia stir in his sleep. Waking next to Charlamagne, he wondered what could have made so loud of a noise! Stepping away from her and the overly-protective lion, Spot took off in the direction he heard the dragging of hooves...
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 4:58 am
By now the dragging steps had stopped, while the large mutant waded about in the lake and savoured the feel of the cool water upon his form. Submerged up to his chest, he had already unfurled his wings and was carefully dipping them in and out of the water to remove both his own and the mare's blood from them. Even they ached, no from his assault but more so because that bear had selected to land a few blows to them.
He supposed he deserved it.
Nevertheless, taking a few deep breaths he turned his amber eyes towards the blood seeming to hover beside his form. Only just visible in the light of the moon and from the orb within his chest, he was at least reasonably satisfied to see that his wounds (regardless of their depth) were healing at a sufficient speed and perhaps in due course he would be able to return and reclaim his land.
Now was not the appropriate time however. Battered both mentally and physically it would take him a little long to recover from the emotional cost of his actions. It was better to avoid his home until he could step foot in it without feeling that overwhelming sense of guilt - he had killed another, and he had worked so hard not too...
Unfortunately he wasn't given much time to think to himself as his ears swivelled at the slightest sound. It originated from the forest and while faint he wasn't partial to any form of company regardless of species...it sounded far too small to be a soquili, so maybe it was a raccoon?
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:30 pm
The pounding of hooves stopped, and he listened ever so carefully. Nothing. At least the loud noise had stopped. An owl hooted off in the distance and little creatures tore in and out of the forest, but why had the interesting and unusual sound just all of a sudden stop?
Little hooves on their own had made a slight sound, the pitter-patter on the ground sounded very much like the little creatures that lurked at night, but when he picked up speed that was a different story. A small horse noise, but a very faint one at that.
Swish, swish, swish.
Not far from the forest, he had discovered one day, lay a lake that many a soquili visited daily. But now, at this time in the morning, movement took place that made the water ripple. He knew that noise, more familiar than a lot of others so it was pretty easy to realize that whatever made the pounding had went into the water.
Carefully, Spot slipped away from the safety of the darkness that surrounded his 'home' and into the lighting of the moon. If anyone had been expecting someone, they would have noticed the baby Usdia for his coat stook out so perfectly. But those who had no idea of the size of him would have mistaken him for a racoon or the like.
Although arriving at the lake, beady eyes couldn't find anything remotely interesting (or big enough to fit the noise) until he spotted something shimmering a bright blue-ish color. Whatever that was, it wasn't natural and so he had to go check that out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 5:20 am
Amber eyes shifting abruptly as he caught the approaching form in the corner of his eye. It had been the briefest glimpse but enough for him to pause in his cleaning. Turning his head to the left, he fixed his gaze on the shoreline...it wasn't long until he received some indication of what was approaching either. According to its height it seemed to be a similar size to a wolf pup and yet given the way it was built...
It came a little closer.
If Azumoth hadn't such control over his expression he might have gawked at the sight. He had seen a lot of bizarre things in his life but he had to admit that really took the biscuit! Approaching him was not a wolf but the smallest soquili he'd ever seen. Not entirely sure it was natural and more certain it was a figment of his own tormented imagination he simply shook his head.
The orb in his chest gave another pulse in response to his discomfort but he maintained his silence - did ghosts come in a pint sized form?
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 7:20 pm
Now the Usdia had no control of the expression he was wearing for his fast pace towards the glowing light had pulled his face back into a winded one. He stopped quickly before plowing into the water and stared, gawking in return to the stallion. Or was it a stallion? He didn't look anything like a soquili he had seen before!
But Mum and Sparkles did say that there were huge, strange creatures out there that didn't show themselves often. Perhaps this was one of them? The light that this...thing wore suddently didn't seem so interesting. For there were wings placed upon this stallion...leathery and fierce looking wings. He could fly! He could fly! Spot giggled to himself, happy to meet someone who could possibly take him up in the air.
And then beady black eyes directed themselves toward the hair and the head-thing that he wore as well. Such an interesting sight and way beyond any comprehension of the little Usdia. It appeared as though the two had never seen such as eachother before. How ironic.
"Hello!" He bellowed out finally, gathering up his surprise to a more happy tone. "I'm Spot and I saw your glowy-thing."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:27 am
His 'glowy thing'...Well, Azumoth had to admit that the tiny creature had pretty much made the greatest attempt to describe the orb in his chest than any other soquili. That being said, the tiny size didn't help matters and the mutant was still in a state of shock in regards to it - what was this thing? He had seen a lot of strange things (he was one) in his life but this...
"It is called a sphere," He replied at last, his tone even while his mind spewed out constant questions in relation to the tiny soquili. Still submerged in the water, his wounds weren't visible and he was suddenly much more inclined to express his thanks for the clouds in the sky. The less light there was the better. However, it was quite strange in the sense that this little thing seemed completely unphased by him.
...Had he never seen fangs before?
Wings, claws, spikes...
Lowland soquili and creatures were very strange and extremely confusing to the mutant. He was slowly but surely coming to the conclusion that it was a better idea not to question anything he saw or heard for the duration of his stay.
"I am Azumoth," He replied at last, not one to forget his manners as he continued to examine the petite soquili with a critical eye, "...Why are you so small?"
Fantastic, he sounded like a foal again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 4:57 pm
A sphere? What the blazzes was that? A much simpler term of 'glowy thing' was prefered than 'sphere'. Heck, that was even hard to say outloud! Spot tried it on his tongue a few times before giggling and giving up. "Ssshere. Sappphere. S...."
As surprised as this stallion was to see someone as tiny as Spot, he couldn't help but return it ten times more. He looked like a monster that Charlamagne had once described-all those truly vicious soquili that wanted nothing but him dead. And those horns! Those fangs! Certainly a tiny body was a whole lot less amazing than something like this! A true work of art...
It didn't bother the little one, though, this sight before him. If he was a 'monster' like his Muma described then surely he would have already attacked. And he wouldn't talk to him much less stay there. Even so, the actual sight was definitely more interesting then anything. How had he gotten all that stuff on him? Was he born that way?
"Azumoth..." Spot repeated slowly, nodding his head in understanding. "And I'm...not sure why. I haven't met someone my size yet. Muma says I'm still growing though, so maybe I'll be bigger!" He giggled, now wanting to get his question out.
"Can you fly good with those...wings?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:16 am
Azumoth glanced round at his upside down wings for a short while before canting his head to the side. Given his span, he considered the question to be utterly ridiculous but by the sounds of things this little creature was nothing more than a foal. Granted, it was a bloody small foal (and he had seen quite a few foals in his time) but it explained a lot in reference to height and the manner in which he spoke.
...And that innocence.
Nevertheless, the stallion was reasonably satisfied to hear that the tiny creature had at least once parent. All right, so said parent was nowhere to be found but due to the wanderlust imbued in all foals he didn't find that particularly surprising - the 'muma' would locate her child in no time, or so he suspected.
"Let us hope you do, being so small has it's problems." He mused, although thinking back to his own 'mother' who was no more than a raccoon...height had never really gotten in her way, she just climbed over anything and everything!
"As for how I fly," He paused briefly and then released a small chuckle, "I fly well enough."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:59 pm
To him, it wasn't silly. What was so wrong in asking someone about their wings and if they could fly? He had from the start (thanks to Sparkles) wanted to know what it was like and he never really got the chance. What if someone had wings but couldn't fly with them? Like a curse or something? This stallion had wings (and very large, pointy, strange looking ones) but wings, nonetheless.
Muma had said once before that the wings he saw now weren't the same, and didn't work the same as the ones found on birds. They were different in all sorts of ways. But she also said that the creatures who had those wings were the ones to look out for, the ones that Sparkles had explained to him. This guy didn't seem bad at all, but if Muma knew he was right now she'd blow up. Protect her little 'son' the best she could, with Surgir's help.
But why? This guy, like he had just mentally stated, wasn't a threat. "Yes, being small isn't always fun, but it's interesting sometimes too. Muma can't see things the way I do, so I help her!" Spot giggled slightly actually liking the fact that he could help someone with his size.
When Azumoth spoke again, the little one's beady eyes got larger and he wondered in amazement how he flew, now knowing that he could. "That's so cool! I wish I could fly..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 4:02 pm
"Well, it is difficult to imagine being unable to see through the grass," Azumoth mused. He supposed it would be a little like being lost in a thick forest, struggling to move about inside it but who was he to talk? He had just asked this tiny creature a rather rude question and had been replied to in a merry tone - how strange!
Clearly, the baby knew not what he was.
And for now, he would savour that.
"You could always run through the legs of those chasing you to get away," He continued. He was fairly certain that if anyone ran under his legs his face would be a picture as he tried to come to terms with what had happened in the space of a few seconds! Alas, as he remained within the lake he continued to stay at almost eye level and granted himself permission to relax.
This little baby couldn't hurt him.
"The sky is a lot colder than it looks, small one." He murmured at last, flicking his amber eyes up towards the darkness overhead, "And holds many dangers - why would you desire to fly when things are so safe and warm down here?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:13 pm
Difficult to imagine? Oh, this big guy had no idea. Try being smaller than grass that he so easily shook away, that was hard. Something as simple as...food for small creatures had been the enemy of one even smaller. Annoying, rude...stupid creatures didn't bother him. But grass did, just because he wasn't tall enough yet.
But Spot could only give the large, strange looking stallion a cheery tone. What else was he to do? Shoot back? Be rude? Nah, that wasn't his thing. Taking everything one step at a time was more like it. "That too. But that would be fun, actually. I've done it before with Muma, but she wasn't chasing me." Had the Usdia realized with Azumoth's statement that it could be easy to escape the dangers that he learned about? No, he hadn't realized it because it seemed like a fun game. And plus no harm had actually come his way. Had something attacked him...would he have done what Azumoth suggested?
Hard to say, really. Who would honestly want to hurt the likes of him?
"Ooo, really?" Spot got as close as he could to the edge of the lake, careful not to fall in for he wasn't quite sure about swimming just yet. "Because I can't. You have wings and know what it's like. I just want to know what it's like.Wouldn't you? Dangers or no dangers, I think it would be fun." The baby laughed again, and followed the stallion's gaze into the sky thinking about the dangers that everyone kept mentioning.
The dangers that he had yet to encounter.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 12:09 pm
He had a rough idea of what the child meant. Azumoth often wondered what it was like to be normal, to be loved and respected as opposed to regarded with fear. It was nearly impossible to fathom and more often than not he chose to give up - it was only in dreams that he could be so incredibly outrageous. While awake, his mind didn't permit such silly thoughts, they gave too much false hope.
But, what was it like to fly?
Well, it was almost as if he was weightless - like he was suspended, floating in -
"Water," He voiced aloud before shaking his head. A small smile lined his lips as he found the perfect way to describe what it felt like to fly, "Flying is very similar to swimming," He offered at last. That being said, swimming was much warmer than flying unless it was winter and there was less chance of being rammed into a tree!
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:38 am
If only he had known that the big soquili wanted to know what it was like, he'd have shown him the best he could. Already he was practically showing it to Azumoth by not being afraid of the appearance. Of course, a child such as Spot wouldn't understand even though Sparkles had told him, because this guy didn't attack.
If only Azumoth had said that he wanted to be 'normal', Spot would have helped him. But for now, he wanted to know what it was like to fly...
Ah! Swimming! He knew what that was because of Muma and Surgir. But of course, he couldn't do so just yet. "Swimming." The child repeated, staring off into the water that Azumoth was standing in, and wondering. What was it like to swim, now? Ha, if only that was easier said than done.
Whatever it took to realize what it was like to fly, he'd do so. That being said, Spot quickly jumped into the freezing cold water, right next to Azu, the splash barely even coming out of the surface. Ooooh, cold. Very, very cold. Now...what? What could he do in the water-!
Uh-oh...
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