Back Story:
Florinda had once again gotten into a fight with her parents. They were constantly telling her that she would lifemate with a strong buck, and that her lot in life would be to raise her foals and keep them strong. This irritated the mare no end. She argued till her teeth felt as though they would rattle out of her head. Finally she had stormed off, screaming at them that she'd pick her own mate, not them. She was full of spite as her delicate frame ran through the forest to the edges of her parent's herd's land. Her long legs were graceful, and despite her dainty frame, she had a mean kick that many a buck was on the receiving end of. She would be no male's pretty little breeder. She wanted love, worship, devotion to her, and in no way would she ever be satisfied with a buck who thought he could boss her around, and didn't have the strength to take her on. Florinda was headed straight to where she knew she would find something nasty enough to be her equal, he was mean, he was nasty, and probably part of it was her fault, but he was the only one strong enough to put an end to her parent's ideas, because as far as he was concerned, she'd been his since she was a foal. Granted she argued the fact, made him angry, but his colors flared when he was angry, and she found it beautiful. Her mind wandered back to when she'd met the foul water dwelling creature.
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She had found herself shoved into a murky disgusting pond that held who knew what in its depths. Her short red mane was stuck to her face, and algae was staining her hooves a hideous green color. She stomped and whined about being pushed into the horrendous stench. Florinda was not going to stand for such treatment, especially not from some idiot yearling who thought he could break her because she was his betrothed. That would last five seconds longer and then she'd break his legs and leave him for the Kalona's. Her small frame stumbled into a sink hole of muck, and she squeaked. Frustration was making it harder for her to move with a purpose. She was starting to want to give up. There wasn't much fight left in her now, but her hoof struck something hard, she pushed hoping it would be solid enough for her to get her footing and get out of the muck.
Ruehil growled to himself as he felt the water around him get disturbed, and lifted his head from his little underwater cavern for all his mini trinkets. Glaring up at the small hooves entering the muck of his pond, he kicked off the mud at the bottom of his lair and batted the water with his tail, swimming swiftly up with his strong flipper and fins, and slowing as he broke the surface, only peering over the water. While he was annoyed with the intrusion, he wasn't so stupid as to charge headfirst into a situation that might get him killed. He was young, and while his tail was nothing to laugh at when it gave a nice slap in the muzzle, he still couldn't hold his own up against too big of a threat.
He nearly laughed though, as he saw the struggling filly and her captor trying to force the foal into the pond. Perhaps they had heard the rumor of his existence and reign here, and the male was trying to foolishly enter the water with the younger female, trying to prove bravery, and stupidity. He ducked back under the water though, and swam fast back down into the murk, before kicking off a rock from the bottom again, his curls flying behind him as he lept straight out of the water and gave a swift turn of his rump so that he slapped the other male silly with his tail. Baring his razor sharp teeth in a grin, the murky water creature challenged the buck silently with his eyes, and the two ensued on a match that ended triumphantly with a Kelpi giving a swift kick to the hindquarters of a bruised, battered, and cut up male Cerynei.
Tossing his wet mane, Ruehil smirked and then remembered the filly, turning his head boredly to the creature he formerly had little interest in, until he took her under further inspection. Another grin met his bloodied teeth and he approached with a confidence that didn't go unjustified. After all, he did just give a swift beating to a buck without sustaining any injury worth mentioning himself.
"What's a pretty little filly doing entering muddy water?" He asked, having cut her off from retreat with his fight and now, with his approach. "Got a name?"
Florinda had nearly lost her footing again when the rumored monster of the depths had appeared. He was stunning to her, his colors that of the wildest flowers she'd seen. Green eyes looked up from between the soaked and mucked red mane that stuck to her face, and watched as he flattened the idiot her parents wanted to pair her up with. She was happily enjoying watching that nasty buck get put in his place by a creature that was swiftly becoming fascinating to her. It was as though she was already drawn in to the colors on his body, as she stood there still as death so she wouldn't disturb the fight, or miss a groan the buck let out.
She watched in strange rapture as he flicked his wet mane and looked back at her, that grin on his face only served to intrigue her even more, the confident smile of a deadly creature. And the eyes that watched her were a color of blue she'd never seen, so it took her a moment to register his questions. With some effort she pulled herself out of the murky water to where it only came up to her ankles, "I got shoved in by that idiot you so neatly beat nearly to death." With a tone that could have frozen over hell fire, "You should have killed him." With an irritated sort of snort, she flung her short mane out of her face, revealing fine bone structure that would age well as she grew, those green eyes looking at him as a savior, not a predator, "The name would be Florinda. Not the most awe inspiring name, but it's not bad." Green eyes seemed to turn to flames, "However those that seem to think it's too long shorten it to "Flori" and get a swift hoof to their face." There was a confident beyond her age sort of smile, "And what is your name, as monster of the lake seems a paltry description."
Ruehil smirked lightly as she told him how she had come to slide into his waters, and gave a flick of his tail to shave off some of the muck that got on him as he broke the surface of his pond, disliking how it dried from contact with the air. Her tone intrigued him, such a little foal being capable of such malice. Even more than that, she was female. A trait he so loved in his 'toys'. "Wasn't worth the effort." He chirped, showing off razor sharp teeth that could've easily found it's way into flesh that wasn't the meaty hip of the buck that had long turned tail and fled.
"Besides, what fun would it be to chase a corpse?" He added, imposing his own, repugnant logic on the filly. He stepped into the muck and circled her curiously, observing her half wet, half dry pelt, the way her muddy mane flopped against her. A part of him liked the way it clung to her coat, and thought of pulling the female into his waters with him. Then again, that would end the fun too soon. He didn't want to accidentally drown the doe in his admiration of her soaked form. That and a hoof in the face didn't sound so inviting either.
"Florinda? I do like it." Ruehil shook his fins, and laughed when she mentioned how much her shorter name bothered her. "Well, perhaps. Why do you detest it so? Giving such a fair warning however, only provokes the monster of the lake, you realize." He chuckled a bit darkly, his tone playful, but there was an air of truth behind his words, so tempted to let that taboo slide from his tongue and see just how powerful those thin, lanky hind legs were. "As for my name, those few who I've found worth knowing it, call me Ruehil. Feel free to keep addressing me as monster of the lake however. Unlike a certain flower here, I don't mind aliases." He chuckled again, his narrow eyes and drying curls bringing a sort of alluring sense around him, even if his sharp fins gave off a dangerous air that shouldn't be dealt with.
She snorted at his commentary of it not being worth the effort, "But the satisfaction of watching that wretch breath his last would be far more satisfying than chasing him. Besides, there are much more interesting things to chase than some fool buck." She wasn't exactly intent on making him think of her in a manner as such, but she could give the water breather a run for his money. She might not be the best swimmer, but she was one of the fastest runners in her herd. Second only to her own mother. She quirked her ear to the side as he circled her, showing no feeling of dread or fear, he was looking at her as many a male had, though she was young she was a looker for a foal, soon enough she'd be fully grown, and males would be more insistent on gaining her attentions.
Her ears twitched in delight as he spoke her name. It was something that sent chills up her spine, something she wasn't quite sure about. And though she wouldn't admit it, the thought of him calling her by the shortened version made her curious. She frowned a bit as he called her a flower, but she was quite enjoying the attention, despite everyone else who'd pushed to get on her good side and showered her with attention, his dangerous aura was much more attractive than the vain attempts of the bucks who tottered about on pride filled hooves, "Ruehil, quite a name." There was a small smirk, and a glimmer in her green eyes, "I only mind the name because it seems to me that most call me that because they seem to think they are close enough to me that I allow them affectionate pet names." The glimmer was something dangerous of her own, she didn't like the way others assumed she was so easily swayed by pretty words, "I prefer people earn things rather than assume it as a given."
Though the doe had spoken the way she had, Ruehil reacted in a way that caught her off guard. He dared to call her by that name, and when she gave her customary kick, he'd simply blocked it, and grinned at her. Claiming her as his. Florinda had been furious, and Ruehil enjoyed her fury. Delighted in it even, but none-the-less he'd made his claim.
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Florinda would find Him, make that evil monster stand up for his claim, and put her parents in their place. She was more than old enough now, and she knew his cravings well. She smirked to herself. She spent so much time in the waters that her fluff about her hooves was green with algae. She'd kept close to him, never revealing that she knew the monster of the lake, never letting her herd know what she harbored in her heart for this vile creature. Oh, but they would see. They would know. And then they'd leave her alone.
Months passed by, and Florinda bore two foals. A female and a male. The female bore resemblance to her father, in some of her quirks and her love of water, and all things collectible, while their son was far too vain without the motivation to obtain what he wanted through hard work. But the pair were much more kindred with their parents than with their "kin" in the herd. Ruehil found a strange enjoyment in his daughter's attempts to keep up with him. He also found irritation in his son, and in Florinda's defense of Visuelle's paltry attempts to swoon females with his charms. The pair grew up, watched their parents argue, fight, and still in their own twisted ways, care for one another, though all those around felt that the family was disturbing at best. As they grew, the children grew to their own interests, Enakai of course had grown in her obsessions with collections.
The sun pierced through the murky water she'd been making her own lair in. She'd been born here, learned to swim here. A nice underwater crevice is what she'd found. This would do nicely for what she needed. The sharp pointed doe like hooves she'd been born with proved useful for kicking, digging and otherwise cutting at the stone to widen the crevice for her own uses. Turning under the water, she slapped at the crevice opening with her tail in order to widen it, make it something... more useful. She just wanted it to hold her beloved trinkets in.. stash away what little objects had caught her eye like a magpie obsessing over something that glimmers and shines. Turning, she looked back at it once more and seemingly satisfied, she pawed a few of the smaller rubble out of the way and inspected her work even further before returning to the surface to look about. Her head barely broke the surface as she glanced about. the water was still for the most part. Slapping her tail once more, she swam for the edge of the water and looked over the pile of bobbles and shells and other thing she's spent the morning collecting. she counted them coolly, a rather happy smile on her face over a collection well made. She'd rival her father's collections she wagered.
Dark auburn curls seemed to float around his head as he laid there in the slivers of the morning sun ignoring the thought of getting up to do anything. Unlike his obsessive and early rising sister, he much more preferred the late afternoon to evening hours. Slowly, dark aquamarine eyes looked over at where his sister was busily piled her bits and pieces of what she felt was treasure, then he slowly rolled them in ridicule. Oh how that creature he was related to spent her time on pointless things. Like competing with their father. He felt it was the silliest thing for her to do, but in his own way he somewhat admired her...obsessive nature. In his own way, Visuelle was competing with their mother...more so for the attentions of the opposite sex, but he wanted the attention whereas his mother abhorred such fancy. Stretching, he snorted a bit and stood, he was a half hand shorter than his sister, but he was still large for a buck, much larger than his grandfather, and in his opinion much grander. He slipped towards the water, and admired himself in the reflection, there wasn't a mare alive who would be able to resist him. His confidence spoke volumes, despite his somewhat narcissistic tendencies. He sighed, but did not decide to speak with his sister, as distracting Enakai from her gathering had often earned him a swift kick or a nasty smack with her tail. So he'd simply sit back and watch in silence, till his crazy sister was finished with her toils of the morning.
Often Visuelle and Enakai are seen together by the waters edge, lingering around and waiting for some lost traveler to fall into their midst, and be their entertainment for the day. If you find the whole family together, the bickering of the parents can be heard for miles around, Ruehil's voice carrying loudly, and Florinda's shrieks making banshee's envious. The unlikely set of misfits giving any traveler in their territory a rather odd introduction to their little family that came to be out of a doe's desperation and a stallion's obsession.
