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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:23 pm
If one believed in nightmares and ghosts, the woods might be the last place a soul would choose to wander. While some might chalk up such stories as fiction, tonight a monster did make his way quietly through the shade of the woods. He moved slowly, in no rush or hurry, as he moved away from his latest kill. Shyam didn't solely feast on meat, but he did have quite the pallet for flesh. Berries and sweet grasses made a pleasant post-meal treat, which was what the stallion was currently searching for. Something sweet to top off his meal.
Step by step, his chains echoed throughout the woodlands. c***k. c***k. c***k. It amazed Shyam he could hunt at all with such noise following his every move and wake, but he was beginning to master the art of stealth. And patience.
Life had been quiet for the stallion; his time within the mortal realm had been interesting, to say the least, and he had indeed left quite the trail of chaos behind him. But he was no mindless killer; he was no crazy that couldn't be touched or affected by the world surrounding him and those he met. No, the stallion took everything in stride, learning something new with every encounter. The kawani lands were far form heaven. . . but they had their own light and shadows all the same.
Step by step, the stallion trudged deeper within the heart of the forest, keeping alert for any sign of life. . . . and berries.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:31 am
 This had been an idiotic notion. She stood, half-blotted out by the shadow of the closest tree; half darkness, half light, the perfect personification of the twilight itself. Indeed, in many ways she WAS the twilight; a beauty that gave one pause and brought forth admiration but was always, always beyond reach. Unlike the twilight, though, her beauty did not fade, nor would it ever. No, Anelisse was timeless, ageless, ethereal; such was the only way of life for Angelique, after all. However, unlike the twilight she so adored, Ane lacked the calmness, the placidity, the ability to go on constantly with no comment, no notice of the world around her. Outer beauty couldn't always hide inner upset, and upset in all it's forms had always been Ane's most prevalent emotion. Right now, that upset was in fine form, evidenced in the irritated narrowing of her eyes and the cold curl of her mouth. No doubt about it, she was annoyed. And the object of her annoyance... Obviously had no idea it had provoked such emotions, the object in question being a tangling strand of creeper and completely inanimate. But said strand of creeper had caught her head as she walked past, tangling in her hair and leaving behind seeds and sticky leaves even once she'd gotten the thing out of her hair. No, she was NOT amused, and this incident served to underscore exactly why she so detested woods. "Nasty, disgusting thing; YOUR kind are nothing more than glorified nuisances not even fit to be lunch!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:19 pm
The stallion's ears twitched as a voice cried out, not far ahead from where he walked. Distance muffled the snarl but Ane's displeasure could be heard clearly from where he stood. The inflection in her words was proof enough that someone out there was unhappy. . . but the source of her temper was yet unknown.
Amusement crossed the stallions feature, and his hunt for berries was swiftly placed to the wayside. Such a treat could be dug up later, for now, he wanted to know exactly who and what was making such a scene. A toady, perhaps, one that over stepped its boundaries and one whose insides soon would be strewn out in pieces over the woodland floor. . . Or perhaps a captive forced in to such company with a foul tempered kalona or cross breed. Whatever the case, Shyam's imagination began to form ideas of what he might discover. . . . .
Naturally he thought of a flesh eating sort, but only as he clunk slowly closer to where Anelisse stood, did he catch sight of a pale form amidst the shadows. He paused in his walk, crimson eyes narrowing on the source; he didn't see all of her, but such a pale form was glaringly apparent even shrouded in night and shadow.
Whoever she was it was certainly no kalona. . . . Nothing but a unicorn, and a very angry one at that. Giving his coat a little shake, chains rattling out their warning, Shyam couldn't help but chuckle at the scenario. Whatever she was threatening was hardly apparent. . . There were no other soquili around, not even a foal or miniature usdia!
If her hair was tangled and stuck with leaves, Shyam wasn't so concerned with the physical being of a soquili to notice; leaves were leaves, after all, and why should he be one to judge the fashion statements of another? Honestly, he didn't understand who or what had set the unicorn mare off. . . but whoever she was yelling at didn't seem to care either. "My, my, my," he murmured, ragged tail swishing lightly behind him, a relaxed smile laced with amusement stained upon his features. "Such sharp words for such a lady. . . " If she was in this terrible a mood, perhaps she might turn and take out such wrath upon him.
Part of the stallion hoped so. . . If anger was the theme of the day, Shyam would happily oblige; with luck she might very well go from livid to enraged! Feast upon such anger, or so was what Shyam could hope. Allowing one to fall prey to their tempers and passions, secrets and desires was what the striped stallion was designed to influence.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:43 pm
In Anelisse's current state of annoyance, something as subtle as the rattling of chains was nothing; a whispered word was nothing, a pronounced stomp was nothing. A direct observation related to her that could be considered censure, though...now THAT was something, and something not to be taken lightly. Her kind were not meant to be censured, her kind DID the censuring.
It was with that knowledge first and foremost in her mind that Ane looked up from her current viney foe to fix the speaker in a cool, icy stare of challenge. From her mother, Ane had learned the art of imperiousness and self-confidence; something she had failed to pick up on was the equally significant art of self-preservation. Nothing about the speaker, now that she was looking at him, belied security or weakness. He was bigger than her (make that a lot bigger than her), burlier than her, and definitely more...disreputable looking than her. But none of that mattered; none of that ever did matter.
Straightening up a bit, Anelisse knew that, leaves or no leaves, she was at her best visually. She would not be intimidatec; in fact, it was doubtful she even knew HOW to be intimidated. And for that matter, she had no idea what he even was, other than a large and potentially censuring stranger. In her coolest and most polite tone, she stated, "Excuse me, Sir, but I don't believe that we've had the benefit of a proper introduction; in light of that fact, I'm sure you'll understand my incredulousity at your intrusion into what what previously a private conversation. Furthermore, I would hardly call my words 'sharp' under any definition of the term, and would appreciate it if you would refrain from making uncalled for observations about those you do not know."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:16 am
The stallion watched as the mare cast him with a cool gaze. Uh-oh, he mused, he certainly hit a nerve with something he'd said. Still, Shyam was unphased by her look, and while she spoke, he couldn't help but take great pleasure and delight in her words. She didn't lash out like some mares, she didn't pout or knit her brow or throw an obvious tantrum; her words were cool, but polite (possibly laced in sarcasm) and he couldn't keep the grin off his expression.
This was going to be a bad day for the mare. A very bad day. Shyam meddled in the art of causing trouble; he enjoyed making others succumb to their passions and secret desires; while he knew not what her secret desires were he could easily see that she might be easily riled. Oh ho, he could run with that. . . Indeed he could!
Now, what buttons could he push, and if he did push them, what on earth might they do?
Anelisse was now a game, a play thing for the stallion and he wasn't going to leave until forced or his intrigue waned. "A private conversation? My apologies then Miss - I hadn't realized speaking aloud in a woods to surrounding foliage was considered private. But seeing as I don't know you and have merely stumbled upon your discussion, perhaps my previous judgment has been hasty." Offering a bit of a dip of his head, Shyam didn't bow for anyone, the male swished his stubby tail lazily.
"Perhaps after we've been properly introduced, you might show me what you consider 'sharp', and make a true believer out of me." He doubted she'd go for such a thing, but it couldn't hurt to try. Not that he cared about what she thought or believed but he was curious as to her reaction.
"I'm Shyam, and it most certainly is a pleasure to meet you." He wasn't going to lie about that. Besides, it might very well upset her further to know he found her amusing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 6:14 pm
Anelisse accepted the entirety of Shyam's speech with the same cool stare and regal stance she'd delivered her own with; not a single twitch or tick belied any emotion beyond the icy glint of annoyance that flashed from her eye now and then. And annoyed she was, though she was not going to air THAT fact for this ill-mannered stallion's delection.
She had no idea what thoughts were going through his mind, no idea that he'd made her into his latest plaything. What she DID know (or rather, what she'd decided from their short interaction) was that he was an ill-mannered creature who did not in the least bit deserve the privilege of her company, let alone her name or her opinions on anything. Grungy stallions like him who hadn't the sense to stay out of what was CLEARLY a private conversation ought to be locked up somewhere where they couldn't be nuisances!
Such were the thoughts that ran through Ane's mind during the course of the stallion's speech. As he ended with his own introduction, Ane acklowedged his name with the barest nod (as SHE was a lady, even if he wasn't. Or a gentleman.) and the curt response, "And now you know better. Good day, Mister Shyam."
With that, she turned sharply on one hind hoof and started off in an opposite direction. She would not run away, but she ALSO was not going to share space with him any longer than she had to, uncouth thing that he was!
Stallions these days.
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