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PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:44 pm


Home is where the spirits rest. - Atal'rin and Avalee
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Amirynth
It had been a bad idea from the start but at the time Atal did not have much of a choice. When the skinwalker attack occured he had been called to check up on the foals within the herd nursery and then report to help with the healing of the wounded. The first task was not the problem, he checked on the smaller charges and found Amirynth, Mairéad and Hyacinth within the protected borders occupying the little ones with stories and, in the case of 'Cindi, dancing. Moving to his second calling, the blind soquili navigated the home glades with no issue, carefully stepping where he knew it was clear, his unusual sixth sense keeping him from tripping. As he reached the healing glades, the rushing of the small brook near by seemed a little louder than normal, some thing that distracted him just long enough to make him pause in his steps. It was that moment he felt another body fall against him, a semi-familiar voice apologizing and then letting out a small shriek. Trying to ascertain where the danger was, Atal'rin had turned towards the direction it had come from only to find his senses had shifted. He had heard the semi-familiar voice come from the side and turned to it, following, tracking down their movements and trying to work out who they were. The other, a mare from the footsteps, ran on ahead as if afraid or being pursued. His first thought, to protect her, carried him forward into unfamiliar territory, an action he would quickly come to regret...

Now he stood in the middle of emptiness. He could tell the sun had set, no longer did it shine upon his flanks and yet, for how long he was not sure. Sniffing around he picked a direction that seemed appropriate and started walking. It was only a matter of time before he would find someone else and he knew the spirits blessed him at birth, they would not cause him harm or trickery without just cause. The patient stallion continued to walk, unhindered by the lack of moonlit sky, continuing until he felt the suns warm rays upon his face once more. It was then he realized he had chosen the wrong direction, he was now further from the Vitterfolk territories than he had ever been before. For a moment he pondered over which way to go before choosing a direction and started walking again. He could hear the sounds of a river getting closer and, remembering the Vitterfolk lived close to one, figured that following it's banks would be a good idea.


Kyaishi
It had been a bloodbath.

For every kalona, skinwalker, and demon hide that Hakan had managed to turn away, it had only seemed that ten more appeared to take their place. The fighting was endless. Avalee had lost sight of her mother in the fray, Cetra leading the air strike with Nanaki and Freyr heading the groundeds towards what skinwalkers they could isolate. Avalee herself had been among those instructed to stay back, to act as support, but Kureno... oh, brave Kureno had thrown himself into the demon's path for his daughter, and Avalee could not remain on the sidelines any longer.

She regretted her rashness now- not that she had stepped in to save her brother's life, that she could never second guess- but she had not seen to think things through before rushing into the heat of battle. It was not the demon's attention she had garnered, but something just as deadly to her untrained skills. The kalona had turned its sights upon her, and only too late had she realized that she had neither Kureno's strength, nor her mother's speed, nor Cetra's brilliance to save her from this fate- and so she had attempted to flee. Fluttering her small, delicate wings as quickly as they would take her, darting back and forth in her aggressor's path- it could not save her from the sharp talons that raked through one crystalline wing and down her back, slicing deep into her flesh.

She had cried out, had heard her mother's cry of anguish, her brother's bellow of rage before the very air had seemed to shift beneath her, and she was falling, falling...

And shock, as the cold water had reawakened her senses, made cerulean irises snap open and into focus as the river had carried her away from the fighting, away from her dear family. She was helpless against the current, though her legs fought weakly to gain purchase against the ground rushing by below. Now and again she would manage a gasp of air, wet tendrils of ivory mane making it hard to breathe even when she could manage a glimpse of the surface, until finally, finally, her hooves found purchase. With a sudden burst of strength, Avalee lunged for shore- blind, weary, unsure if she was even leaping in the right direction- until her knees hit sand and stone, though the current threatened to carry her away even still. She could not heave herself to her feet, and with her hindquarters submerged, the petite mare was at the mercy of the river.

Although she could see nothing through the wet curtain of forelocks that hid her eyes, her ears twitched at the sound of... footsteps? Was it the demon, come to finish her off? Could it have followed her all this way? How far had the river carried her, anyway?

Unable to move, unable to speak, Avalee let loose a soft whimper, feeling the freezing water beneath her begin to dislodge her light form.

"Please..."


Amirynth
The sound of the river was even louder as he trotted close, stooping down for a moment to sniff at the surface and then take a small drink. His stomach had started to rumble but he was putting it off, hoping he was getting closer to home. Twisting his head from side to side a few times, he judged the direction of the water flow and then turned to face it, wanting to move towards the source, knowing that it should lead him home. What he didn't realize that this was a different river entirely, leading him even further away from the Vitterfolk territories and towards the unknown.

A few more hours had passed in his journey, the sun now above him and yet the river kept the air around him cool. The ground had turned from grass to rocks to rocks inter-spaced with wide stretched of sand and he could feel the path he had chosen starting to rise. Still he continued until something caught his attention. The sound of the water changed, as if it was rushing around something and then he caught the whisper of a plea. Halting in his hoof-steps, the blind stallion flicked his ears around, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Atal realized someone was in the water, someone who needed aid. Moving as quick as he could, the stallion reached down and nosed the other softly, trying to ascertain how he could help get them out of the frigid liquid. "Here, grab a hold of this..." With quick thinking he bit down onto the reeds that had been growing close by and reached them out to the mare, hoping she had the strength to grab them with her teeth so he could pull her out of the water, then at least he could help get her up with his large build and get her somewhere warmer.


Kyaishi
Wet, bloody, and freezing as she was, Avalee could have cried with relief as a warm touch- gentle, reassuring- alighted upon her maw, rather than the harsh pain she had expected. Whoever this stranger was, he did not follow the demon, and she found herself forgoing her usual manner of poetic speech as she gasped a heartfelt 'thank you' to whatever spirits were watching over her in this moment.

Although her mother's side of the family had been bred for strength, for pride and confidence, Avalee was wholly unfamiliar with combat, with hunting or fighting, or even defending herself. She supposed it was her father's influence- her mother still carried the title of Hakanu Protector with pride and grace, while she had only learned her father's lackadaisical disregard for fighting... well, for most anything requiring real effort. Perhaps her mother might be ashamed to know that her daughter was here, whimpering, depending on the help of some random stranger to pull her from danger, when she could have been at a demon's mercy.

With a sudden burst of determination, Avalee took hold of the reeds offered to her, but didn't wait to be pulled from the river- with a burst of her last remaining strength, she used the leverage to pull herself out of the water and collapse on the shore. Panting, she moved her limbs carefully to ensure that the frozen water had not numbed them past the point of recovery, and let her head fall to the ground in relief when each one of them responded to her commands. Through the curtain of her ivory forelocks, she could make out the outline of a tall stallion, his pelt something of a purple-blue, and offered the best smile she could manage.

"Thank you."

The water and blood blurred her vision, and the cold made her want to sleep, but she knew she shouldn't. The blood loss alone would make inactivity dangerous, but coupled with the freezing water and air about her, her eyelids were beginning to droop, and she could feel herself drifting into lethargy. Trying to move pulled a grunt of pain from her lips, her muscles stiff and her skin torn. She was relatively certain she had hit her head, too, and that would only make things worse if she tried to sleep. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, unsure of what she could ask a complete stranger. He had saved her life already, wasn't that enough? Should she try to rely on herself for healing?

One more attempt to move her rigid body proved that assumption worthless.

Well... rats.


Amirynth
It did not take much for Atal'rin to realize the mare was not doing well. Much of what he had been taught came to him as he nosed her softly, trying to work out what was the most damaged. His senses reached out, using smell and hearing to discover her aches. Atal wished Alarion was here, his mother's familiar, as the wolf would be able to see what was wrong and relay it to him. Still he took care in examining everything he could before nosing around for certain things he needed. Bandages were easy, he took the wide ribbon he had been given by his mother from around his leg and, after dipping it in the river, he used the silver material the wrap the wound over her shoulder. Atal was careful not to hurt her wing anymore, noticing she was of the flutter variety, much like Dayunsi. After checking on her again and making sure she was still alert he murmured softly. "Gonna go find some flowers to help wit' t' healing." His voice had a slight accent to it, though not as strong as the rest of his family. The large stallion had smelt some betony and feverfew close by and retraced his steps gently picking the herbs with his teeth and then bringing them back. "Here, eat these, they will help for t' pain."

He nuzzled her again, hoping the herbs would work just enough that he could get her to the nearby tree. She would be protected there and have something to lean against while he went to find better, stronger herbs. He also needed to find some large leaves to cover her wounds after he made a poultice. Again, Atal wished there was someone else who could help out, but he was surprised on how well he was able to find things considering how unfamiliar he was to the currently territory. Maybe if he could get this mare to help out... though she would have to be moved first. She could be his eyes.


Kyaishi
Although she had resolved not to ask any more of him than the attention she had already garnered, Avalee's options were sorely limited at this point, and she could hardly turn away any help that he offered freely. Still, this stranger's kindness humbled her- he couldn't have had the slightest clue who she was, where she'd come from, or even if she meant him harm. Granted, she was hardly in a position to look threatening, and even in peak form, she wasn't exactly intimidating, but her point stood. She had nothing to offer in return except gratitude, but he seemed not even to care for that much.

The warm touch upon her forehead brought the flutter mare out of the haze she had drifted into, cerulean hues blinking blearily before coming into focus again. After a moment, she managed to garner enough strength to move her head, brushing the wet veil of ivory forelocks away from her vision, and took in her first unhindered glimpse of her savior. Strange... he wasn't like any Soquili she had lain eyes on before, with those odd tendrils, thick hair, and the almost transparent quality of his legs- it was fascinating. Was he a breed she had not encountered before, or some sort of hybrid? The question was a rude one to ask, so she filed away her observations for later investigation, and focused solely on his words, oddly accented as they were.

Plants, right. For the pain? He must have been some sort of healer, but for the knowledge he possessed. Aquene might have had a similar skill set, but Avalee had never bothered to learn anything beyond the most basic of remedies. She was dubious about consuming anything she did not recognize, but the fiery pain in her back was beginning to push through the blessed numbness the freezing river water had provided, and she was in no position to argue. Despite herself, at the second reassuring touch to her maw, she found herself warmer than she expected, and once again resolved to repay this stranger's kindness.

Avalee struggled to right herself, determined to at least look her rescuer in the eyes and thank... wait, where were his eyes? Did he... how did he see? The petite mare only checked herself after she realized she was gawking, and the stallion had already turned away, presumably to find more plants that would help her. For a moment, the burning pain and sluggish lethargy that surrounded her seemed to dim, and her gaze was riveted upon the bulky form that moved through the tall grasses, seemingly heedless of his handicap. Was it even a handicap? It was clear he managed just as well without sight, and his other senses were no worse for wear, judging by the easy steps and the way he scooped up what he needed with seemingly little effort. For a moment, Avalee was speechless.

When she found the words, she seemed to drift between wakefulness and dreaming, eyes half-lidded, but words unimpeded.

"I wonder, what colors does one see, when there are no worldly shadows to interfere?"

Perhaps, were she in a better state of mind, she might have offered her gratitude, her name, or asked for his, but her current condition did not seem to diminish her appreciation for the walking riddle that he was, and her delight in waxing poetically about it. Although, admittedly, she might have been more vague than usual because of her state.


Amirynth
Atal continued his search for herbs that he could make into a poultice. He was coming to the end of his knowledge of what to do but hoped the little aid he could provide would be enough. The large leaves were not too hard to find but after a fruitless search, the spirit-touched troll was unable to uncover any burdock. While the larger leaves of this herb could also be used to cover the smaller gashes and cuts, the healing properties of the sap would help with keeping the wounds clean. Sadly, the herb smelt just like the grasses it grew in and Atal could not use his senses to separate one from the other. Knowing he did not have much time to dally, the large stallion turned with his bundle of leaves and came back to Avalee, sensing her movements and realizing she had made it upright. His ear flicked slightly as he heard her words but did not catch the gist of them and was more preoccupied with taking care of the wounded flutter.

"Come, I'll lead ya to the tree over here." Moving closer so he could provide something to lean on if she needed it, Atal made sure to stand on her better-looking side, not wanting to cause more damage to her wing. "There is shade there an' I have some more leaves for ya smaller cuts. How ya feelin'?" He hoped what he had done was working, this being his first real emergency, and with him being alone and in unfamiliar territory. He sent a quick thanks to the spirits, still amazed that his previous training had come back to him so quickly. His mother and Dayunsi had worked hard to be able to get him to recognize many useful herbs by smell but it also helped that his father had a strong tie to plants and the like. These days Atal'rin recognized that he had been given a great boon in exchange for his lack of sight something that, when he was younger, he had wished for different.


Kyaishi
Hazily, Avalee watched as her amethyst-coated savior trekked back and forth, absently chewing the herbs that he had offered her. He hadn't answered her inquiry- though, admittedly, the flutter mare was not entirely sure her words had been coherent to begin with. Her world was drifting in and out of focus as the blood loss set in and the herbs began to take effect, and she started abruptly as she realized he was in front of her again. Before she could even open her mouth, though, her attention was riveted upon his face, and she lapsed into silence, scanning his odd features.

Had she been completely in her right mind, the petite mare may have been mortified at how closely she was scrutinizing him when his attention was focused solely on her- but then again, she may have taken the opportunity to study him anyway. Her family had never been as well-mannered as, say, Nanaki's line, and Avalee herself had always let her curiosity and her propensity for being slightly more self-indulgent get the better of her. Besides... it wasn't as if he could actually see her staring, anyway.

She blinked. Even through her clouded mind, Avalee could surmise that that was rude and insensitive, even if he couldn't hear her thoughts. ...Or could he? He was a mutant, after all, and it would be poetic justice for one without sight to...

No, no, that was stupid.

He was asking her a question, now, and she blinked blearily as crystalline hues raised again to meet... where his would be, if he had any. The meaning of his words had floated by her, but she received the gist of his message, hauling herself onto her feet with tremendous difficulty. She found herself stumbling over her own weight, letting out a pained gasp as the movements jarred her injuries, pulling her back into sobriety at the intensity of the pain. Mercifully, her savior seemed to anticipate this, and provided his side as a stabilizer before she could fall and injure herself further. She wobbled slightly, but settled in against his warmth as she found her balance, though she leaned heavily against him as they moved.

"The ground moves beneath my hooves, though it's embrace would be welcome at a time such as this..." she breathed, pouring all the concentration she had- which was not much, at this point- into her footing. She struggled to find words less vague than the riddles and metaphors she usually delighted speaking in; they would undoubtedly make little sense at this point, when she could barely form a thought. "Your shoulder is appreciated, I do not think how I would be upon my feet without an anchor." Again, her legs faltered, and again she caught herself against his steady warmth, gathering what strength she could manage before forcing her muscles into obedience.


Amirynth
It was a slow and arduous journey towards the small corpse of trees. Painful too, Atal could guess from the gasps and murmurs that came with each of her steps. This time, focused upon her well being that he was, the large stallion heard her words and answered in his low voice. "The earth may want to embrace ya but it has a finality that I am not willing to accept." There was a slight accent to his voice but it was rather faint unless he spoke certain words. Atal'rin realized the distraction of conversation would probably help her make the short distance they still needed to go. "The grasses are lush close by and will feel good underhoof. There is fruit on the trees, apples I believe by the smell of them, newly ripened." He had not spent much time around others from outside the herd and so did not have the best conversational skills but for the moment it worked.

When he could feel the shadows fall upon his back and their hooves step upon the cooler, softer grasses he paused, letting her choose a comfortable place to rest. Gathering some of the aforementioned apples, he piled a few close by in case she got hungry. "Is there anything else I can do?" The large stallion wanted to stay close but wasn't sure if it would be invading her space at this point. he still worried about her wounds, but for now it would be time that did the most in helping her to heal. He could tell it would be a while before her wing mended from the slight brushes he had used to check her side but the other cuts and scrapes should fare better and she would at least be pulled out of the danger zone.


Kyaishi
His murmured words, though meant to calm her and focus her thoughts more than amuse her, drew an answering smile upon her ebon' maw, despite the pain and arduous effort of staying upon her own four hooves. "Would the earth not wish to keep you?" she chuckled softly at the words, but bit back a gasp as a wrong step jarred her slightly. Distantly, Avalee doubted her words were making much sense, but in the company of her savior, they fell so easily from her lips, compelled to bask in the comfort he provided, and to provide gratitude of her own- even if it was incoherent. What could she give him, besides words? "For all the earth provides us, does it not deserve its final embrace to be a lasting one?"

Again, she stumbled, and again, the steady bulk of his warmth kept her from falling too far, though her breaths were labored and pained. Still, the flutter mare delighted in the care her savior offered, short though his words were- he was clearly making an effort. "And you see, but do not see." That was a disjointed statement, she knew, but the prospect that his senses could tell him how ripe the fruit was when her own eyes failed to do so was fascinating. She cleared her throat with some effort after a moment and blinked, wincing as she felt the pull of her wounds and struggled to make a bit more sense.

"Please forgive my lack of coherency... there are those that would scold me for my words even if I were not lacking in sense at present."

She managed a smile at the words, lucidity briefly returning in full force, and with it, the staggering pain previously ignored. She grunted and stumbled once more, but this time recognized the softer grasses he had mentioned, and allowed herself to drop unceremoniously to her knees. Breathing a sigh of relief at the solidarity of the ground beneath her, Avalee stretched out to lay on her side, fighting not to close her eyes beneath the cold wetness of her fur and the dull ache of her wounds. Despite herself, she managed a dreary smile at his words, though unsure of what boundaries he was currently holding himself to. "Who am I to ask more of you?" Her wounds were bound, her coat mostly dried, and he had already given her kindness and comfort that she scarcely deserved from a stranger.

Stranger. Well, that wouldn't do.

"What is your name, savior mine?"
PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:18 pm


And you are? - Saryen and Lyssia

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Amirynth
He ran in tears, little hooves thumping on the ground with every step that carried him away from the Vitterfolk territory and the horrible elders who thought he was bad. It wasn't his fault that two of them now walked with a limp, he did not even remember what happened that night, just that someone large had come to take him to a new place with his siblings and then made sure that no one else let them go back home. Saryen did not know why he was no longer allowed to see his parents, instead only to stay within the confines of one of the many glades in the area. His sisters were looked upon more favorably but he was sure he could see the look of distrust every time they looked at him.

And then today...

Of of the older stallions had returned back with long gashes in his hide, blood drying thick on his coat. His mate, a winged mare with horns, hovered close by worrying before turning her gaze towards him, her look turning to hate. It scared him, more than anything in the world. He wanted his parents back, his mother especially, but she had not come with them to this leafy prison. Saryen heard them talking about another who was also attacking now, one who resembled Malis. They were worried it might be her sister, or someone close by and the winged mare stared at him again as if he was the one responsible. He worried that maybe it was, maybe he was the cause of it all and felt the tears start rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't stay here, the foal couldn't stick around, he was better of elsewhere but didn't know where to go. Malis came into view, the largest of all of them in this close knit herd. She looked towards him and frowned, coming up to him and kneeling down. "What be t' matter little one?" He could tell there was concern in her eyes but that made it worse. If it really was her sister who had attacked them... and it really was his fault...

Saryen couldn't take it any more and bolted. he did not know where he was going and didn't care for the moment.


Kyaishi
For as many times as her mother had lectured her about staying in sight, about not wandering off, about how her propensity for unluckiness would get her into real trouble one of these days, it seemed Lyssia was blind or deaf to most lessons from her mother. Or her brother. Or... well, anyone, really. In one ear and out the other. Well, that wasn't it, exactly- she listened, but it never quite seemed relevant.

Until now.

Oh, dear.

Which way was home again? The filly stumbled to a halt as she looked up to take in her surroundings with a twist to her mouth, shifting back and forth a bit in restless confusion. Those trees looked familiar, but Lyssia was sure she hadn't been this way before... aha! There was a path, through those bushes and deep into the brush. She grinned to herself with a pleased flutter of her wings and started down the path, paying no heed to the dark shadows that engulfed the path she traveled. Clearly, if there was a path here, it was meant to be followed, right? Right.

Humming pleasantly to herself and placing a skip into her walk- which made her trip over her own feet, twice, but she paid it no mind- Lyssia was so raptly focused on the path before her that she didn't hear or see the blur of cerulean until it barreled into her at full speed, knocking the wind out of both of them.

"Oof!"

Spindly little legs got tangled around one another as two little bodies struggled to right themselves, letting out exclamations of pain and surprise as one or the other attempted to use leverage to straighten themselves out, until Lyssia managed to pull herself away from the mess. Huffing agitatedly as she smoothed her ruffled feathers and mane and caught her breath, she turned to face the little bundle of blue fur that had knocked them both silly, and immediately stilled. There were tears on that face, an expression of fear etched into it, as if the devil himself were on his heels, and immediately Lyssia softened, the rebuke dying on her tongue.

"What is it? What's wrong? Are you running from someone?"


Amirynth
He had not been looking where he was going, more worried about what was behind him. It was not until he crashed into the filly that he realized how far his little hooves had taken him. His head hurt and he felt dizzy, which did nothing to stop the tears running down his face. Saryen looked up from the ground, his blue, spotted hide streaked with mud to see the concerned look of a fluttercorn. Or at least she looked like one at first glance, it wasn't until his head stopped swimming that he realized she had feathers, not the thin membranes that Irlina used to take off from the ground. In fact, she looked nothing like anyone he had met in both the Vitterfolk and WillowGlen herds. He sniffed a few times, letting his heart stop beating so fast and shook his head to get the rest of the daze out. "Hi umm..." He suddenly did not want to tell her about the others for fear that she would turn away from him like they did. "I... I got lost... and there was an eagle... I mean a bear..." Saryen was bumbling and didn't really know which way to turn. "I... I was... I don't know. Ummm... I'm Saryen." His name seemed to be the safest option right now. At least she wouldn't be able to tell him who he was by that. She wouldn't know about the trolls and the attacks right?


Kyaishi
Concerned as she was about the blue foal and his mysterious origins, the somber atmosphere about the winged filly seemed to abruptly evaporate at the mention of an eagle (and the a bear), and she grinned at the prospect of seeing one. She wasn't blind to his tears, but her brother had always dried her tears from a scraped knee or a game gone awry by making her smile, couldn't she do the same? What better to do so than the prospect of an adventure? It certainly didn't occur to her that his tears might have been caused by something other than their collision.

She wasn't intentionally inconsiderate, but her oblivious nature did little to help her in terms of... well, lots.

"Oh, a bear?! Neat! Is it still around?" Beaming brightly, and completely oblivious to his discomfort- and the obvious lie- Lyssia peered behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of said bear. "Mommy told me about them- do they really stand on two legs?" The small filly was practically vibrating with excitement at the idea, undaunted by the fact that she had also been told that bears were dangerous; and for that matter, talking to strangers wasn't much better. There were exceptions to every rule, right? This colt was nice enough- he'd said 'Hi', bad strangers wouldn't be polite enough to say 'hi'! ...Would they?

"Oh, manners!" she giggled sheepishly at her own blunder, dipping her head the way she had seen her mother greet strangers, and only barely missed scoring his forehead with the sharp tip of her horn. She didn't notice, of course, and fought to keep her balance at the gesture. "I'm Lyssia! Nice to meet you, Saryen!" She paused to tilt her head a bit at the funny-sounding name, but even Lyssia drew the line of rudeness at saying that out loud. Mommy had taught her manners, after all.

Why she had taken those lessons to heart and not the ones about what could potentially be dangerous was anyone's guess.

Malis Vitterfolk
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:21 pm


Homeward Bound - Irlina, Santiel, Amirynth and Ysiel.


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Santiel had become immersed into her studies and tutelage under Warlock, it was a sort of perverse interest, like an innocent mind staring at a dead creature, something compelled her to focus and try her hardest to please the dark stallion, perhaps it was always the thoughts residing deep down that her life hung by a cord, which at any minute Warlock could cut and also at the same time harm her family. But also something darker still, she genuinely was intrigued and interested in what Warlock had to offer and teach her. It came as some surprise that he announced he had other business to see to away from his territory and so it was that he freed her for a limited time only to return home to the Vitterfolk, after all there were still things she had to learn off Malis, valued knowledge which Warlock craved besides her natural abilities and breeding. The four of them, Belphog and of course Disnia, travelled together for a time, travelling through the thick damp jungle, twisted and distorted, a place she'd never really grown use to, she simply blocked it out, focused totally on her studies. They broke the jungle and with time she started to recognise the path she'd taken some weeks ago now. Warlock stopped and turning to her announced she could find her own way now, and when it was time to return to him, she'd feel it.

It was sometime before she reached the boarders of the Vitterfolk. She was no longer a tiny foal, though not yet fully grown, her legs were a little stronger and her body more able, she'd not tired as much as the first time she'd made the journey, but her energy was depleted and she knew she needed to rest soon. She recognised particular plants and trees from the hours she'd spent studying them, not always by Malis' promoting, but by her own interest and love of such things. She raised a hoof though didn't step forward, she let it hang in mid air as a feeling of apprehension blanketed her. What if Malis and the other 'trolls' wouldn't allow her to return; had her mother told Malis what had happened and of the bargain she'd made. What would her mother feel, would she fear the taint Warlock had began to place upon her... Santiel placed her hoof down where it had started, not stepping forwards. Perversely a part of her wanted to be back in the jungle, to be forgotten and not to have to confront all those she loved, to explain... Her wings began to flutter furiously as her nerves took over and all the emotions she'd buried after leaving home to be able to cope, came flooding over her and she began to sob.


Amirynth
User ImageEver since her sister had left Irlina had taken it upon herself to care for her mother and protect her from pretty much every one. She had delved into a guardianship training, not as interested in the teachings of the spirits but more in learning how to fight. She knew there was things brewing, she had seen the victims coming in more often. Rynn had already lost one daughter, and Irlina was going to make sure she would not loose another. Sen'jin noticed her ferver and had requested she spend some time training with Saryen and Kai'kaede though, Kai had a more informal training as she was destined to take over the sister-herd of WillowGlen. Lina had started forming a friendship with Saryen but then he vanished on her also. It was only a few days later that she woke up with a sudden start.

Her sister was back...

With a wrinkled brow she cantered across the glade to wake up her mother, sure she would also be able to feel the bond getting stronger once more. Or maybe for the first time in her life, the spirits had decided to talk to her. "Hey, Momma! Momma, wake up! Santiel is b-back, can you feel it?" She nudges Rynn softly, nickering as she noticed her mother stir.


User ImageAmirynth almost couldn't believe what her daughter was saying. "What... what d-d-do you mean she has returned?" For a moment a wave of dread washed over her as she considered the possibility that Santiel had not impressed Warlock and that he was back to destroy them all. Even the thought of Santiel learning such things and being party to his influence filled her with despair and daily she tried to think of ways she could have done something to prevent her bring taken. She hoped that Malis had not noticed that one of her daughters had practically vanished but the troll matriarch had confronted her. With a stern expression she had listened to the details as they poured from Rynn's mouth and yet afterwards the large mare had just nodded. The small flutter had not understood what Malis had meant when she said "She be bringin' home a change fer ya. Somethin' t' help ya grow." and had a worry deep within that it meant Santiel would then try to spread Warlock's message of power through dominance.

Still, she had to hope that maybe they were free of this nightmare and that Santiel was returning because her time there was done. It seemed like an impossible dream, so short of time had passed but the flutter mare had to hope or loose herself once more. She turned to her remaining daughter. "Irlina? Where is she?"


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It didn't take long for her to find the source. "Hello? Are you ok?" The small flutter mare, no... filly, looked familiar to the winged Guardian and she wrinkled her nose trying to remember a name. There had been so many soquili who had passed through recently with the outer glades being turned into a sort of hospice for the injured that it was hard to keep track. However, the very fact that she was good at names was why she was a great Guardian of the Vitterfolk. "Santiel? You are Amirynth's daughter yes?" She took a few steps forward. "Why are you so far out of the glades? it's dangerous out here."


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Emotions flooded over her and she simply stood still whilst they took her, it was a form of release she'd not be able to access whilst trying to do her best to be strong within the jungle. Though when a voice broke though the soft sounds of her worried tears, she held her breath attempting to gain some form of composure. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks damp and her wings hung loosely at her side. She looked about slowly to come into contact with a wall of blue, though slightly tinted with purple hues she knew who it was, as no troll was that shade. She focused on the eyes of Ysiel, she didn't know the mare well, though knew her job; Santiel often strayed from the central glade when she was at home, as the flora changed and there was always something new to study, so she knew many of the guardian's by sight if nothing else. She responded to the mares first two questions with a simple nod of her head, the second caused her to pause.

'Why are you so far out of the glades', the words echoed in her head, so the herd didn't know she'd been away, had they not been informed of the ordeal with Warlock, had her mother kept it quiet from Malis, surely not? Malis always seem to know everything, and even if her mother hadn't said anything surely the spirits would have. But then Malis had a wisdom far beyond her years, maybe she did know, but choose to keep it quiet for now. Questions unanswered swam in her head, and it wasn't until she felt the hard stare coming from Ysiel, whom still awaited an answer, that she focused on the here and now. Carefully, Santiel didn't like lying, but she didn't know if Ysiel and the wider herd knew of her immediate families going-ons, so she responded, 'I've been studying...sorry.' She didn't have her mother's shutter, but her voice came a little meekly and unsure. It wasn't a lie, just stretching the truth; she hoped Ysiel knew of her reputation with the guardians for wondering a little too far in search of wondrous plants.


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The mare nodded, accepting the younger one's answer. "Come now, dry those tears. I'll take you to Amirynth's glade, unless you know the way from here?" Ysiel tilted her head to the side as she observed the small flutter. Her instinct told her that something was going on, however, she was sure it had nothing to do with Santiel. As she was one of their own, she did not worry that there would be an issue with the young filly re-gaining access to the centeral areas of the herd territories.

Still, she was curious and felt it was important to take Santiel's mind off of whatever was troubling her. "Actually, I have to head back that way so how about I walk with you for a while?" As she started down the path to the center glades she added, "What are you learning in your studies? I remember Malis' teachings, they were always quite intriguing. it's been a while since I have attended one of her classes." The wind mare's voice was soft and she hoped that the friendly conversation would help the young flutter feel better.


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Lina shook her head, "I don't know where she is right now, it's just a feeling. The small flutter itched to take off down the path that lead to the outskirts of the center glades but was waiting for her mother to join her. It had been too long since she saw her sister last and there was so many questions she wanted answers to. The biggest one was Santiel's safety. Irlina was small but she had thought up grand plans of the many ways she could storm her way into Warlock's lair and steal her sister back from him. Most of them involved someone else helping out, maybe a strong troll or one of the larger males of the open areas down below the glades but either way her plans always ended with success. With a little persuasion, Lina was sure she could show Warlock the error of his ways and get him to leave the family alone.

Trotting towards the path entrance, the flutter wiggled her wings at her Mother. "C-come on! We might m-miss her if we wait t-too long!" She had a feeling her mother was holding back out of fear. As time went on Lina was seeing more and more of the darker side of her mother and it scared and worried her. Still, the young mare was sure that, given time, she would be able to draw Rynn out but currently did not know how to do so.


"G-g-go on ahead, I will be right b-b-behind you. I p-p-promise." Amirynth nodded slightly, gesturing towards the path way. She smiled warmly, not wanting her daughter to think there was something wrong though the creases upon her forehead said otherwise. Was it the fear of the unknown or the known that held her back? Rynn wasn't quite sure but there was definitely something growing within that gave her cause to worry. 'How much had her daughter changed under his influence? Would she still be the filly she had sang to while still within her basket? Would she even be recognizable? The questions plagued Amirynth, almost freezing her to the spot. However, a promise was a promise and she pushed herself forward, the thought of seeing her daughter once more enough to make her want to leave the sanctity of the glade for the time being. "Right b-b-behind you Irlina."


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Santiel shuffled her hooves, and looked up, noting the nod of Ysiel's head, she had accepted her answer with little questioning. The guardian offered to take her back to the glade though also offered her more time to be alone by quizzing if she knew the way, little did Ysiel know it was not a lack of knowledge of geography which caused Santiel to pause in her route back to the glade. Santiel considered the proposal, whilst she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts and worries as to what the her family and Malis might be thinking or doing in regards to her ensnarement by Warlock, neither did she want to lie further to the guardian, but before she could politely decline the offer of a guide back to the glade Ysiel made the decision for her. 'How about I walk with you' seemed a rhetorical question as the winged mare started down the path, Santiel stared at her leading the way for a moment or so then started into motion, skipping three paces to meet up with Ysiel and trot alongside her, being half flutter and a foal, often times meant keeping a quick pace to keep up with an adult, though she was much use to that now as Warlock and his family never considered her smaller legs.

She looked down the path, wondering when her mother or sister would come into view, though of course Irlina would lead, her mother wouldn't leave the glade, being scared of the wider world, and from her own experiences now Santiel couldn't blame her. But of course they wouldn't know she was coming and it was some way to the central glade yet. Thus she would have to entertain Ysiel's conversation for a while yet. 'Well...' she began, picking her words carefully, 'Malis has left me in the tuition of a few others for a bit, considering she has many other duties of course, but I must admit I like to give myself work even when not set anything by my tutors, it keeps the mind active...' It wasn't a lie, but it was a very stretched truth, Santiel shuddered a little inside and her wings began to flutter a little. She walked a pace or two more, she felt the sensation of tickling wings upon her back and knew she was fluttering them like she always did when she was nervous, she wondered if Ysiel knew of her subconscious habit, or noticed. Flicking a glance up and sideways to catch Ysiel's eye, she wondered if the guardian was watching her or the path in front. To try and prevent the mare questioning her on the matter further, Santiel added, 'Malis use to tutor you?'
PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:25 pm


Worse than a Toothache. - Yasmine and Sen'jin

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Continued from The Hunter is Behind Hunted

"Ooooow'

Yasmine panted as she splashed wildly across the wide but shallow part of the river, thankful it was dry season. She had just had a run in with an injured batwalker, having used a risky gambit to escape by putting it into shock then sedating it with a burst of healing energy, giving it what it wanted and giving herself a chance to get away and, hopefully, not be worth hunting down as a snack.

As it was, the Unicorn knew she couldn't do it again, her spine aching from the mid shoulders and up, her head getting heavier with every passing moment. It was clear she pinched her spine by stabbing the walker full force like that, but at least she was alive.

But the worst part was the throbbing pain in her head, radiating from her horn. Slowing to a stop on the opposite side, far away from the walker - Though not far enough she thought grumpily- a tried to spark some more of the healing energy, hoping that she could touch it too her hoof and let it radiate through her body and heal the aches indirectly.

The seering agony that blasted itself through her brain made the mare fall to her knees in the cold water, the string of profanities she blurted out were incredibly creative but not exactly palatable to be repeated around even impolite company. Hissing through her teeth she cracked her eyes open, peering into the water at her horn.

The twisting yank she had done after that last blast of healing energy had caused fissure like cracks to radiate down her horn, exposing the inner core to the air like a split tooth, And to make matters worse, she couldnt lift her head higher than mid chest, her spine pinched from the impact, "Oh this is not good."

Pulling herself out of the water, she stumbled into the woods on the other side of the river, not wanting the batwalker to swoop down on her from above while she was helpless, "Can somebody help me? Please?"


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Sen'jin was worried. Ysiel had not reported in from her last set of rounds which did not bode well. Voodoo, his bat, was sending out a message or he would have sent him to look for her. He had considered circling her section of the area for a while but still had hope that she would meet up with him at the usual spot. Their children were taking lessons with his mother so at least he knew they were safe. The stallion paced, not sure which was the better option. His mother... The last time one of them had disappeared, they had discovered remnants of his father's necklace. The troll matriarch had kept the dismay from showing on her face but Sen'jin still saw her clouded expression. Too many losses stacked upon each other, Atal'rin, his grandson was still missing, Saryen had vanished recently, even the Willowglen herd had a few missing though he still hoped it was more from wanderlust rather than walker attack. The large troll stallion shook out his mane of dreads and snorted to clear out his mind. The train of though had made his decision for him. Sen'jin started out to look for his mate.

As Ysiel's route was usually by air, it took a while for Sen to pick his way through the underbrush but soon he came to the river. Keeping a careful eye for any signs of fighting or injury, the stallion continued his way down towards the more open plains, weaving through the trees along the hidden paths they had carefully created. Each path was groomed and up-kept by Dayunsi and his son, using their magics and knowledge of the plant life to create an almost invisible way through the forests to the glades where they lived. It would be hard for a stranger to navigate and yet, to their dismay, someone had managed twice to enter the inner glades of the sister-herds. Sen'jin was sure there was an insider but had not discovered any proof of such and so had no idea who it might be. Still, he was weary and kept the protection of the herds his highest priority. Suddenly sen paused in his musings, his ears flicking forward.


"Can somebody help me? Please?"

The voice came from down river and Sen'jin sped to a canter, his heart in his throat. The stallion breathed a sign of relief when he did not see the familiar sight of blue wings but was still worried as the mare seemed to be in agony. Stopping in a hurry close by he took the last few steps softly so as to not startle her before gazing down with a concerned expression. "Ya be ok miss? Where it be hurtin'? I can try t' help ya if ya let me."


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She stumbled with a start as she heard someone moving closer unannounced, letting out a cry of fear, unable to lift or even turn her head enough to see who was coming, the stumble jarring her and causing her to once more fall to her knees, temporarily blinded by pain, her front legs feeling as if they had fallen asleep around the ankles.

However she relaxed when she heard Sen'jin, realizing that he wasn't the batwalker, "thank.. Thank the spirits.."

She swallowed, panting as she tried to stand up, legs shaking and eyes watering. Her cracked horn looked only a little less painful than it actually was, the usually pearly horn radiating with cracks and covered in blood, only some of it her own. The blood was gummy , trying to seal her eyes closed, "There was a skinwalker... She was.. She was injured but.. aah.. " She staggered slightly again, "she tried to force me to heal her... I had to stab her to get away. My horn.. My neck... My head.. Please, do you have a healer? Am I safe?"

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:27 pm


A Song born of Sorrow: Alaistair and Luthien

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It was spring, or was it. The air was crisp, it always was in the mountains but it was crisper than usual for this time of year, the snows still lingered though young grass shots were beginning to shoot through the thawing soil. Green buds were starting to decorate the few deciduous trees in the valley, for of course most were the hardy ever greens which dominated this land. Luthien stood and took in a great lungful of air. The cold air hit her lungs and she felt slightly more rejuvenated, she stared at the river in front of her and sighed. She had just left the side of a Soquili which had been brought down from the mountain side, they had fallen and broken their leg, which was usually a standard injury around here, but it was a severe break and the bone had broken the flesh. Now days later infection had set in, even after the bone had been reset, some dirt must of gotten inside the leg, causing the wound to fester. The infection had spread and the Soquili was now feverish, the point where dressing the leg with balms had passed, the leg tissue was beginning to rot, their was little any of the resident healers of Imladris could do.

The loss of life pained Luthien, she often wondered why Soquili ventured so far into these mountains, what was there to gain when there was so much at risk? She walked towards the river and stepped down from the bank into the icy waters. The young river, up this high in the mountains, wasn't that deep, though deep enough that she stood to her knees in the crystal clear liquid. She looked down, the water was totally transparent, she could see the rounded pebbles beneath the water, she watched though as the water turned slightly discoloured as dirt washed from her long fetlocks. The cold was biting now and feeling refreshed from the grim she'd picked up walking around from the day she climbed out. She needed to be rid of the sadness that had settled upon her since treating the dying Soquili and there was only one way she knew how to do that.

The light about her shimmered and morphed, she took to her human form. She only took this form when she needed to treat wounded Soquili that needed intricate work, she stitched wounds often in human form; fingers allowed for the needlework. The only other time was to sing, singing in her Soquili form was nice enough, but the range she could get with a human throat was far greater and far more satisfying. She walked to a tree, far older than herself, though younger than the mountains, she placed her hands palms facing away from her in the small of her back and then lent up against the tree, her palms resting upon the bark. She looked down over the rolling valley floor between the mountains which over shadowed Imladris and began to sing, losing herself.
PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:32 pm


Changing of the guards. - Vaniania, Sen'jin, Ewa'kepi and Kamunyak

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If Anyword at that moment could describe the young 'harpy'-style mutant hippogryph, it would be 'bored' with a strong keynote of "restless".

Vaniania was just recently deemed an adult, though it was predicted it'd be a few more months before the Great Mother spirit Blessed her with the greatest power of carrying and creating life within herself, though she now found herself more distracted by the stallions in the artisan guild and the area the males had dubbed the "Safe Zone" around the Nest of the mare she had been named in honor of due to her surprising cameo-coloring compared to her cooler colored siblings. And while she was an adult now, she still required schooling and assignments to gain full understanding of the flock now that she was old enough to do so.

These assignments lead her to the restless state she was in now, pacing in the broad path on one side of the drop that lead to white water , kicking pebbles loose and picking at the scraggly bushes that survived in the rocky soil. Kamunyak had assigned her to the position, thinking perhaps since it was an hours walk reach to the long path and short tunnel to the collapsed Karst that made the Artisan Guild would make it a place she'd be interested in protecting, and that the browns of her hair and feathers and the sandy yellows of her feet would make at least some moderate camouflage against the slightly clay caked walls of the otherwise rocky short cliff that had been scratched full of symbols and painted by her Elder Half Sister in places. making it so not even her white seemed too out of place. If she sat still, she could watch possibly in secret without the herd on the other side noticing her should they send a scout to the area to investigate whether it'd be a good time to mount a raid on them.

However there wasn't anyone in the place, and the mare couldn't stand to stay still for so long, muttering about how bored she was under her breath as she kicked more pebbles, trying to reach the other side of the slightly narrowed river. It wasn't possible to pass there unless one built a bridge or flew, and from what she understood, most herds lacked the digits to build, and any flier that tried to land on their side could be quickly dispatched. And from what she could tell, the other herd seemed pretty set on avoiding and Ignoring them.

If this so called herd even existed -- at this point she was almost certain that they had been made up by the Xenophobic paranoia many of the Harpies of the Flock Held about those who were not flock.

However when she noticed a bit of movement on the other side, she quickly hunkered down to not get spotted, hiding withing the scrub and rocks with her feathers plastered against her head -- she knew it didnt matter if they saw her, but she still wanted to see what she was dealing with before letting them know of her presence.


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Sen'jin took the normal route through the trees, careful not to step on the new warren that seemed to have cropped up over night. The journey across the more open areas of the territories had been quite uneventful which was a pleasant change for once. As he had started on his way back, Sen'jin had run into his daughter and asked her to join him for the rest of the circuit. It would soon be her duties to protect the boundaries as much as it was her parents, Ysiel taking the higher mountain paths as she had the wings to navigate, and Sen'jin taking the wider, and yet longer path, to the south.

This might be the best place for her to start her training, Sen mused as he started to climb up the steeper sections. Around here was the waterfall that they often used to commune with the spirits. A small shrine had been decorated by both herds, Imogen and Dayunsi providing the flora that came from all corners of the glades and Malis providing the small bone trinkets she had bartered for from other herds. Not that Malis ever came to this specific spot. It was too close to the river, too close to the water that she hated so much. She wouldn't admit it anymore, but the Vitterfolk knew that it was dire circumstances that would bring her to this spot, and then, only if she could not reach the caverns that she preferred. Still, it was a good spot and many of the other Vitterfolk used it to teach the youngsters about how to revere the spirits. The fact that it was a little hard to get to was an added bonus as it usually showed the little ones that asking the spirits for aid was not something you should do for small instances, but only when you really had no other option. The spirits much preferred to aid someone who had put in their very best.

As he neared the top of the pathway, just before the awe-inspiring view of the falls came into sight, he paused and glanced around. Sometimes he could see the feathered ones from the other side. There were stories told about them from Malis' village. They were often agressive but these seemed to stay on their own side of the river and as long as it stayed that way, Sen'jin did not mind too much. He had to admit to himself, he was rather curious about the hidden neighbors but Malis had given strict orders not to cross the river to the other side. The only one he had met was when he had been much younger and first starting out as a guardian. He did not get to chat much so most of the feathered ones were still cloaked in mystery. Upon seeing no one there at first he decided to venture forward, his large bulk taking up much of the path.


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User Image The creature that came into her sight across the sharp steep drop and the raging waters that separated the two herds here where the river was narrowest was, to the young-adult, rather ridiculous looking with his odd mass of clumped hair tangled and twisted into dredlocks, and large, unwieldy tusks. On a female she'd recognize them better as the formidable weapons and foraging tools they were, but in a male they simply looked...

...Silly. The over all appearance made the larger horse across the way look gawky and comical to Vaniania. Giggling she popped her head up and gave a sharp, meaningless whistle, trying to get the attention of the male but trying to keep the noise quiet enough to not draw the other mares running in, "Hey! Hey!"

She got up to her feet, shaking the dust from her fur, pleased to have something to cut through her boredom. She was clearly, by appearance and vocal mannerisms, still somewhat young, her expression bright, cheerful and playful rather than the usual hawk-like solemn glares of the other guards. Giggling a bit after she was sure she had his attention, she gave a teasing grin, "Looks like those teeth of yours haven't kept you from enjoying too many honeycakes, Snaggletooth -- You're filling the whole path up over there!" She danced in place, grinning and waiting for his reaction. She was used to the playful teasing banter of the artisan guild, where males were clearly still submissive but more free to be themselves and tease back, having been brought there by her mother. Usually mares bantered among themselves in the flock, but as she entered the twilight between foal and adult, the males had proven especially entertaining to tease.


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The large troll stallion was disrupted out of his thoughts by a sudden sharp whistle. At first he regarded the area warily before noticing the younger feathered mare on the other side of the river. It was easy to tell from her demeanor that she was not one of the usual adults who guarded the pass, Sen'jin even guessed she was about Kepi's age due to her giggling. With a raised eyebrow he finally deciphered what she was chortling about and let out a guffaw of laughter. The mare before him looked much like he remembered, long brown feathers in place of dreads and decorations that would rival the most revered of shaman. The overall look was pleasing to the eye but he preferred his mate over all others. Not even including the fact she was young enough to be his daughter! Pleasing to look at or not however, her merry attitude was one which begged for a rebuttal.

"Ya be thinkin' ah be on t' chubby side? This be pure muscle ya know, no honeycakes here!" He waggled his eyebrows at her before retaliating. "Though ya might be wantin' t' have some honeycakes of ya own t'ere Missy. Ya temperament may need a bit sweetenin'!" Sen'jin grinned widly to show he meant to insult but also wondered if she would storm off in a huff like a few he had met at in the valley. While he wasn't always the sharpest wit, he did have his moments though it usually ended with someone's feelings getting hurt.


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Ewa'kepi had been following Sen'jin for the past few hours. She had been interested in learning the rounds, wanting to do her part in helping out the Vitterfolk and her family as a whole. As they traveled up the steep slope she had wanted to rely on her wings and fly the rest of the way but her promise to her father kept her grounded out of respect for him and for the way of the Guardian. She was honored that Malis had deemed her worthy, especially after she had returned from her spirit quest with child. Mating for life was something that was repeated quite often while growing up, as well as carefully choosing a strong mate, but how would one go about mating a spirit? Kepi hoped to find this out with her journey to this remote waterfall upon the edges of the Vitterfolk territory. She loved her son very much and yet was weary since he had a lack of sight, setting him apart from the rest of the herds.

Sen'jin had dissappeared around the corner when she heard the voices. Kepi was curious, Who would come up here other than the Guardians of the Vitterfolk? She could hear her father laughing so it couldn't be an intruder... The younger mare trotted a little quicker to see who it was.


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User Image "Oh I get plenty of honeycakes, Wormcap." Vaniania laughed merrily, shaking her mane out and making the tiny bells chime brightly in her short hair, which was partially hidden by her crown of feathers that drooped into large, long feathers.

"But seriously, how do you eat with those?" Looking around, she reached into the bundle of leathers that had been carrying some food for her shift, and carefully adusting things, she tossed one of the up and over the river with a scooping, sideways motion of her legs, as if she was cat batting at a mouse. The unrisen loaf, sweetened with honey splatted over on his side, the mare's crest perking as she saw she managed to get it across, hoping to see him struggle to get it to a position that would let him eat it as she licked her claws clean, "I wanna see if you can pick that up with your teeth going past your nose."



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Sen'jin raised an eyebrow, "Ya be thinkin' ah be obligin' fer ya own amusement?" He snorted with a chuckle before looking around, a slight gleam in his eye. "How about ah be showin' ya what these tusks can do." Without waiting for her answer he strode over to a near by tree where some ripe fruit waited. The tart apples would be a nice contrast with the honeycakes, if she had more of them in that leather pouch of hers. With a deft flick of his head, he caught one of the branches with his tusk and gave it a sharp yank. The branch peeled off the base it was attached to with ease and he now had access to more than just the one apple. Using his tusks once more he tossed the branch, with the three apples still attached, over to the other side of the waterfall. While Sen'jin would not know how to use the claws she exhibited, he had grown up with his tusks all his life and always found them useful.
The troll stallion looked towards the honeycake and was pleased to see it had landed on one of the many rocks on the path. Most of the dirt and mud was eroded away from the spray of the waterfall, which made for slippery footing on occasion, but also meant the area was relatively clean. Bending down to his knees, Sen nudged the cake to a good position on the rock and then nibbled at the cake, each tusk on either side of the stone surface. Licking his lips as he rose back up gracefully the large stallion winked at Vaniania. "Hows that fer a show?"


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Kepi gaped as she saw the little scene unfold before her. Her father was not only bantering with another mare who seemed to have more feathers upon her than her grandfather but was also sharing a meal! She frowned for a moment trying to understand what was going on and decided to stay out of sight for a little longer before announcing herself. She almost giggled when Sen'jin reached down to take something small in his mouth from the ground. He had tried to teach her how to dig for water and roots when she was younger. As she never developed tusks like her sister, however, the mare never was able to master that little trick. She was able to use her antlers in place of tusks on occasion when gathering branches and fruit from the trees, however, and often did so due to her sweet-tooth.


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User Image Vaniania made a soft noise as the branch headed their way, and moved to grab the branch, catching it in her claws before it could fall off the cliff, the leafy branches having landed hanging off her cliff side and attempted to bounce off the corner. She pulled it up and took up an apple, noting to save the branch to use as a cutting and to save the seeds.

However she nearly dropped it once more while watching him eat the honey cake, "pfffft!" Vaniania made a choking laugh at the sight of him going at it at such an angle, "you looked like one of the boars we keep rooting at the ground like that!"

She paused, feeling a small tickling of pride -- from what they were taught, most herds outside of the flock were primitive, rarely ever preparing food beyond their basic components. Because of it, curiousity was getting the better of her as to their thoughts on it., "How'd you like it? I have enough to share with the antlered girl over there, too if she'd like." She lifted a clawed hand in greetings to Kepi, spotting her from where she was, before taking out her pack, finding one of her flint knives and cutting the apple up into slices and scooping the seeds out, setting them aside into a small bundle of fabric to try and plant later before taking a bite, adding a slice on top of one of her honey cakes.


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 10:21 pm


Firey Aesthetics - Robelia and Firewing

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It was a gorgeous day in the Kawani lands...at least from a visual standpoint. A newly fallen blanket of snow lay in pristine whiteness over everything, making the world look like smooth and perfect. Yes, it was very nice...assuming you were NOT a brilliantly red mare trying to practice being stealthy.

With a slight sigh, Robelia surveyed the snowy landscape. Snow was nothing new to her; she'd grown up in the mountains, after all! But snow down here in the Kawani lands proper was something new in her experience, and it was a major wrench in her plans. Since leaving her home a few months prior, Robbie had been a mare on a mission: to find her older brother Fenghuang, learn how to fight and guard, and return home ready to show her loving-but-chauvinistic father that mares COULD be excellent guards, just as much as stallions!

Sure, there had been a few complications in the execution of this plan. For starters, she'd never met her brother Fenghuang and had no idea where to look for him, other than 'in the Lowlands.' The Lowlands were proving to be a rather massive place, especially for a mare with no wings. But Robbie had been philosophical; she would take advantage of the time it was taking her to find Feng to work on some basics herself! Things like stealth and subterfuge, and moving around without being detected. She'd even had a chance to work on her 'noble bearing' and helping the downtrodden.

But that had been before, when the world was still green (ok, and later brown). Now, there was snow everywhere and she stood out like a blazingly sore thumb. At least, she thought with one last look around at the snow, it wasn't ALL bad.

For starters, snow allowed her to take some real time to play! With a grin, she suddenly took off through the snow, flumping along through drifts that came nearly up to her stomach. Yes, there were definitely worse things than new-found snow, she thought with a merry laugh.


Amirynth
"Go find your own place, you are useless here!"

The words still stung a little, even though she had meant it in the best possible way. Still, Firewing knew it was for the best that he stepped down from leading the herd and giving it to his sister. She was more level headed and would probable do a much better job. So here he was in the coldest of weather, looking for the river that would take him to his brother. Tempest had left many years before after a scuffle with their parents and well, decided never to return. They had heard wind of his where-abouts through the familiar network and, after it was decided that maybe a break from the herd would be a good idea, Firewing concluded that following his brother might be a good idea.

Except for the snow.

He would have just taken off and flew but he wasn't sure on the actual location and the only directions he had been given were to 'follow the river'. As easy as that would have been in the summer, the colder months proved to make it difficult with frozen winds at any decent flight level. So instead he slogged through the snow, using his wings to keep himself warm. Firewing had been traveling for the better part of the morning before he decided to stop, looking out over the frozen landscape. In this weather it looked like the flat land just extended out forever, the low-lying clouds obscuring the horizon. A spec of red caught his eye, bouncing up and down. As he watched it, the 'gryph realized it was a bright mare with a coat to match his own. Silently he gathered up a ball of snow between his claws... just a little closer.

Pop! The snowball sailed through the air with decent accuracy. With a quick thought, the stallion knelt down, trying to use the snow to hide his location, completely forgetting that he too stuck out like a sore thumb and, while his body was nicely covered, his wings lay across the snowy surface instead of sinking in like he did. Yes, there may have been better ways to say hello but at this point in time this was the most creative he got.



Cajmera
An important rule for guards and soldierly types was to be aware of their surroundings at all times. Perhaps for the time being it was just as well that Robbie wasn't a guard, because at the moment her surrounding were the absolute last thing on her mind! In spite of the fact her assailant was every bit as out of place in the snow as she, Robbie didn't even notice him coming, she was so wrapped up in her romping. But it was hard to ignore a snowball breaking on the back of her head, and the sudden frosty impact drew a startled yelp from the mare. "Hey!"

Having hooves herself, Robbie wasn't very familiar with the fine art of snowballing. However, she was a smart enough mare to know that something had hit her, something made entirely of snow and likely not natural. Therefore, it was logical someone had been the cause. Whirling around as rapidly as she was able in the heavy snow, she scanned the surrounding landscape. It only took her moments to see the vibrantly colored wings laying against the snow, and she let out a victorious whoop. Whoever it was, they were not going to get away with such a dastardly deed!

Making her way as (theoretically) silently as she could through the snow, Robbie got close enough to see that the colorful patch was wings. Wings exactly like those of her father, and her brother Ambroise; wings a deep, vibrant firey shade so eerily like that of her family...

For a moment, Robbie's heart seemed to stop. She'd never met Fenghuang, and didn't know what he looked like other than the fact that he, like so many in their family, was a burnished red color. Perhaps....perhaps. Catching her breath back, she stared at the red wings for a long moment, then a devilish grin crossed her features. Ducking down low to the snow, she suddenly reared up, hopefully dumping a large front legful of snow on the red-wings. "Serves you right...Fenghuang?" The last word was added half as a hope; it really couldn't be this easy...

Could it?


Amirynth
Faloof! A cold deluge of wet snow was suddenly piled upon him. Firewing shook out his feathers as a reflex, trying to shake off most of the white crystals. There was a shower of snow around him as he lifted himself for a moment into the air and then landed just a few feet away. "Bless you!" That was one powerful sneeze! he thought. After shaking most of the snow from his feathered mane and our of his ears he peered at the mare.

Regarding her for a few moments with an air of disbelief he decided upon something. She had addressed him as though she knew who she was, he was looking for his brother, the spirits must have listened. This had to be his brother's daughter. Her resemblance to their family was uncanny; she even reminded him of his mother! Though, to be honest, his mother would never be caught dead throwing snow on anyone. "My goodness! Quite an unexpected turn of events! I have been looking for your father!" Firewing smiled warmly, "It is great to meet you. How is everyone? It has been so long since I have seen my brother, I would love to catch up a little before I meet him."
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:27 pm


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Cuauhcoatl likely named Colleen Colleen because It rhymes with Teen and she's likely "Subject Number Fourteen/FIfteen/sixteen" (Something along that) and he prefers to go by a name for his subjects cause he doesnt want to forget that they were once normal soquili at some point. And He'd just go "Sixteen... Sixteen already *closes eyes and looks at paper as he's in his human form sitting on the observation platform waiting for her to wake up* I cant just call her "Subject sixteen", even if she is a purewalker.. Even without hope of.. WHy did I even bring her here I should... I should have *looks at hands, remembering the Kalona he (thinks he) killed and shudders* .... Sixteen.. Sixteen..... Colleen?"
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