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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 8:04 pm
+ Participants (Soquili) + Akteon + Paul + Thistle + Zahara
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
While doing rounds in the winter Forest, Akteon met a charming and fun stallion - Paul. The two of them went well together and became fast friends. At a time of 'tag' they came across a blood-stained and quiet clearing where something was just not right. As they hurriedly got away from there, they met Thistle, a little fluttercorn stallion who claimed to have been talking to an owl. Zahara, the flutter mare Paul was running from, found them and demanded the stallion to return with her. Paul made a clean-ish get-away, followed shortly by Zahara. Akteon and Thistle went to find a warm place for the fluttercorn to thaw out.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:10 am
+ Participants (Soquili) + Bramble + Ashlan + Kael
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:12 am
+ Participants (Soquili) + Kali + Akteon
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
It was a completely normal day, and while Akteon was watching over a fox couple, he met.... a mare named Kali. She was not anything he was used to, and his gentlman's charm was not appreciated. After escorting her to a meadow. Kali danced verbal circles around the stallion, and it took all his effort to not crack... but at least he knows next time he won't need to hold back.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:14 am
+ Participants (Soquili) + Wyrsa + Tlocatl
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
After an emotional and pleasant night in each other's company, Tlocatl wakes up to find that Wyrsa is not herself. In fact... it turned out that she has become Cursed, and was a Skinwalker. But, why now? He got away unscathed, leaving a sputtering Skinwalker mare behind.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:39 pm
+ Participants (Soquili) + Wyrsa + Tlocatl
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
Wyrsa went to pay a visit to Tlocatl... who was mostly unresponsive. She informed him that he was going to be a father and that she was not going to let him be. Tlocatl, however, was busy thinking...for he didn't believe a Skinwalker would truly allow the children to live. A rescue was needed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:46 pm
+ Participants (Soquili) + Tlocatl + Thistle + Akteon + Paul + Moltres + Wyrsa
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
Tlocatl could not stand the thought of Wyrsa keeping his offspring, and not only that but he really did worry about the well-being of the baskets. What would a skinwalker do? All he could think of was that Wyrsa would eat the young. So, with the help of other stallions he was able to hunt down and stalk the mare. They found her in a very small clearing - tired from giving birth and asleep. Paul and Akteon went off with the baskets as Thistle was the lookout. But Wyrsa awoke, and all she knew was Tlocatl. She chased him down. The rescue a success, Tlocatl was only able to get away by jumping off a cliff into a river - risking the water over the wrath of the skinwalker.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 1:48 pm
+ Participants (Soquili) + Savanna + Cheveyo
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Overview +
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 4:53 pm
Day: One
PM RP + Participants (Soquili) + Nagual-An + Tlocatl + Somnium + Ruadh Wolfbane
+ Participants (Familiars) + (none)
+ Participants (Human) + (none)
+ Full Text +It was dark - oh, so dark - and cramped. He hated that. He just had the feeling that he should be out and about, anywhere but here!Nagual was resting in the tent, near the baskets. It was so unlike reality, to see them there. It was obvious that they were related to her. No one could see that pattern and not think that. It wasn't easier to accept, though. In fact, did it just make it worse? One of the children she never wanted, with a stallion she felt nothing for.... and now that part of her 'family' was growing. She was restless, and as it was during her time with Tlocatl - the mare was sure that her own fitful sleep was due to the foals. One in particular concerned her - the one that had that firey band, which reminder her so much of Tlocatl. And he had never been anything but heartache and torment.
With a final sigh, giving up on the sleep that would not come, Nagual lifted her head and looked at the baskets. She wanted so hard to feel something other than worry and shame from those two baskets...but it would not come. At least there wasn't the pure emotion of resentment eminating from them.
And one started to move. Nagual started and crept closer the basket and nudged it with a nose still scarred from Tlocatl's bite. The basket stopped moving, but she just knew that the time was nearing.
The mare leapt to her hooves, and carefully moved them outside. Nagual didn't know much but Tlocatl - and even that Cursed Wyrsa - were both creatures that preferred the night. With the clear sky and bright moon, she figured that they might prefer that.Tlocatl was outside, watching the stars. Ever since the rescue, he refused to leave the area for long. He knew it wasn't safe, Wyrsa knew where this place was located, but there were no other options. As he heard movement behind him, the stallion turned, only to see his pathetic mother struggling with the baskets.
The kalona jumped to her, his ears plastered to his skull and teeth bared. "Just what do you think you are doing!?"Nagual shied away, even grounded he was still a scary sight. "They are moving - I think it's time."Tlocatl hissed, "Then I will see to them, not you!" And with that, the kalona brought them out with a tenderness generally not reserved for his breed. His left wing bristled protectively towards the basket, as if he could protect them from the outside world - or more so just Wyrsa.Now both baskets were moving. The one with the flame-colored band twitched and shuddered almost like it was having a seizure before calming again. A small black nose lifted the edge of the lid, as if the foal inside was too cautious to come out right away.
But no, the baby was merely resting, as indicated by the speedily dilating nostrils. Once it had regained its strength, it pushed upwards again, revealing a fiery red mane, bright yellow eyes, and grey patterns on its black body. Lastly, a pair of sharp, Kalona horns came out as the foal rested its head on the side of the basket, wide eyes staring at the moon, the stars, and the two large figures hovering nearby.Tlocatl was silent as the first baby struggled to escape the basket-y cage. But, as he saw the horns and... yes!... those were wings. With a trumpeting, victorious cry the stallion dropped his head to look proudly at his first son. For he was a son, and a kalona! He could not be more proud - and was worth the pain and agony from before.Nagual watched from the shadows, though interest sparked in her eyes. While Tlocatl was with his dark son, he didn't seem to notice that the other was also coming out to meet the night.He knew his brother had succeeded, there was just that whisper in his mind. The youngling prodded more carefully, looking for weaknesses in the basket. He instinctively knew that if one poked long enough you could make something weak and thin enough for triumph. So, as the colt nudged here, poked there, and prodded above, the basket became weaker and weaker.
Finally, it was too a point of no return. The basket could no longer contain him, and the colt flopped out quietly and gracelessly. He looked up, the moon shining off his gray and scalish-spotted coat. His own wings were tiredly at his side and his legs splayed. With barely a sound, he collected one foot, tested, and then another until he was on his feet. There was a bit of a sway, but his persistence was rewarded. The colt's slow method allowed him more strength than his tired brother.Nagual took a step forward, and it was that movement that alerted Tlocatl.Reluctantly, Tlocatl tore his fatherly gaze from the first colt and turned to Nagual's position. But his eyes saw something else, something not quite right. Alarmed, he snapped his head, and looked at the defiant sight of.... another kalona!
With a laugh of delight, the proud father looked to his sons. They needed names. Tlocatl looked down to the first with a toothy smile. "Somnium - the dark dream of fire, of a flaming sunset above low-lying clouds, a flash of bright color in the darkness, of a yellow eye peering at you gauging your power, your skill, your life...."
He looked to the other colt, the one who stood in the moonlight, the red tips of his wing feathers glinting menacingly. "And you... Ruadh Wolfbane - may the moon be at your back as you strike fear on the creatures of the land. No one is ever above you, and may all understand that you cannot be brought down."Nagual shivered where she stood. The naming of the colts had a dark tone, one that did not agree with her own nature. She wanted to protect life, but it seemed Tlocatl only cared for the life of him and his own...how far would he go? The mare pondered, she would try to teach the boys some goodness, the joy of love and caring.Encouraged by his father's regard, Somnium spread his wings a bit and pushed out of his basket. Unfortunately, baskets that are big enough to contain foals are fairly high when that foal stands inside of them. FWUP. The dark colt landed facefirst in the sand, having tripped over the edge of his basket. Standing up hastily and shaking sand off of his hide and out of his wings, Somnium looked over to the towering shape of his father. Hopefully he hadn't seen that little...mess.
Shaking himself again, the colt trotted over to join his brother and father. He had seen his father's mouth move when the sounds came out...but Somnium wasn't so sure what they'd meant.
"Som...nium?" the colt tried making the sounds. He decided cautiously that he liked the way that sounded, even if he couldn't quite figure what it meant yet. He liked these sounds more than the sounds aimed at his brother, so clearly Father liked him more.Ruadh Wolfbane? Somnium? The way those particular words were said, the colt had the feeling they were more than just sounds. The colt ruffled his wings as he watched his own brother's antics. He was very eager, it seemed. Wolfbane, for he assumed that was him now, mimicked the look of his father and lifted his mobile lips. His sharp little teeth glinted in the light.Tlocatl saw the mistake, of course. He was watching the boys so intently there wasn't much of a way to miss them, but instead of focusing on the issue - he did as any father would. He ignored the mistake and instead focused one a single aspect.
"Somnium, my boy!" the kalona's voice dripped with pride. "Head high and wings spread. Ready to take to the skies, as any son of mine would be!"Nagual sighed, and instead of listening to the almost sickening tone of Tlocatl's voice she went back into the tent to sleep. Now that the babies were born, her own exhaustion crept into her bones. Perhaps she was getting old.Wolfbane saw the slight movement, and watched as the mare walked back into the protection of the fabric-area. He didn't know why she went in when she could stay out here.... but decided it wasn't as important. The colt turned his head back to peer at his brother. As Tlocatl spoke of the wonders of his sons (though he didn't understand them), the younger of the two watched and learned.Most of Tloc's words were going right over his sons' heads. But even a newborn foal like Somnium couldn't miss the pride and approval in his father's voice. He too lifted his lips in a fierce happiness, revealing his own sharp fangs, startingly white against his dark hide.
Being much less observant than his brother though, Somnium hadn't noticed Nagual before, and didn't see her now as she crept back into the soft-looking mountain nearby. The colt whinnied happily to his father, half-spreading his grey wings again. He had gotten the idea that Father was paying him more attention, and if Ruadh wasn't going to do anything to take that focus away...that was just fine with Somnium!The father-copy, with a tint of blood and scales, of a colt swished his short tail slowly. His father was making more funny noises, and while he watched Wolfbane was getting distracted - not to mention little weird noises of his own. The colt looked down at his feet, maybe they were coming from there?Tlocatl paused and looked at the younger of the boys. He blinked a little, for Ruadh Wolfbane's stomach seemed to be demanding attention. When the colt looked up with a confused expression, the stallion chuckled. "Of course, you two must be ravenous. Come, come, follow me!"
He turned and started to lead the way from the camp.Wolfbane looked at his father's retreating form, and then back to his brother. What were they supposed to do? Do they follow? Stay? Does it matter what they were supposed to do? Regardless, the colt made a choice. He would go - if only to see what else there was around here.Tlocatl paused, and turned to see if they followed. He couldn't help but well up with pride at how well they walked, and so recently born
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