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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:26 pm
The first early rays of twilight were all that woke him from his light slumber, silvery irises gradually coming into focus as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. A scowl that was permanently etched into his face deepened as he directed his fierce glare towards a couple of unsuspecting squirrels that had stopped to gawk at the brightly colored stallion, and they seemed frozen in fear as their small beady eyes met with his intense gaze. He snorted once, and the two rodents immediately dropped their acorns and ran for their lives. He almost rolled his eyes, inwardly quite disgusted wth himself at taking the time to terrify the innocent passerbys.
With a soft grunt of effort, he heaved himself up onto all fours, mouth opening in a jaw-cracking yawn as leathery wings stretched out over his back. One ear twitched in the direction of the forest clearing he'd come from the previous night, turning to start towards it as he detected the sound of running water; a stream, perhaps. A twig snapped, and he was immediately on alert again- muscles tensed in anticipation, quivering under the stress, pinnae laid flat against his skull, stance wide, as if bracing himself for an attack, and tail whipping wildly behind him. He snorted loudly, an unspoken challenge to the intruder, but what he found was...
A raccoon.
He wanted to bay his frustration to the sky, or take out his anger on the small creature before him, but in all honesty, he wasn't that heartless. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't give it a little scare. Rearing up threateningly as he kicked wildly with his forelegs, he stepped towards the raccoon on his hind legs, scaring the poor creature senseless as he came down hard on his forelegs not an inch away from the gray and black ball of fur. The stallion couldn't prevent the small smirk that etched itself onto his features as he watched the small creature scurry away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:07 am
(( Heres my shot at the rp entry again sweatdrop heart ))
The moon rises over the peaks of the mountains, seeking out every night creature and calling them to hunt in her light. The silvery beams of light peeks through the thick canopy of foliage and hits the glittering coat of a bright red kalona. Standing still, he sends out the image of ruby sculpted statue holding fast in the midst of the nightly chaos. But the vision shattered when the kalona raises his demonic wings above his body and arches his tail over himself like a scorpion, finally waking up from the long torpor. A soft venomous hiss escapes his maw as he opens his light reddish gray eyes, looking around for any victims for him to run down, destroy, and consume.
Almost like nature is reading the mind of this beast, lightning streaks across the night sky, closely followed in by a ground-shaking thunder, sending small and large creatures alike out of their hiding places and darting across the kalona's path. The beast continues to stay really still with his malicious eyes watching a fearful doe. He could see his own reflection in its terrified eyes. The scent of fear reaches to his nostrils and he takes a deep breath, relishing the moment. Adrenaline began to pump throughout his body when he saw the doe darting away from him. A flare of sadistic pleasure glints in his eyes as his body moves forward, breaking the statue-like trance with a charge. Before he knows it, the hulking beast was pratically barreling in hot pursuit of his prey. The mere sight of this monster could cause any animals to die of terror; his eyes almost glow with twisted excitement and pleasure from the fearful respect of every living creature watching.
The body muscles move fluidly as a true predator, chasing his prey through the forest. He is obiviously playing a deadly game with the doe, waiting for her to exhaust itself as another hiss escapes his throat, taunting the doe. The rapid heartbeat of the doe drummed in kalona's ears, the scent of her fear reaches to his nostrils, and the sight of the doe wearing down excites the beast more, making him run faster. With one loud and deep roar, the kalona's hooves push down, lifting him off the ground as his massive wings began to pump in the air... coming down on his prey is just like breathing to him. The blood, the meat, and the struggle... all part of his life and necessity.
Another lightning bolt streaked across the sky and into the path of the fleeing doe, striking a nearby tree. Only this time, the lightning was dark purple. The sudden bolt causes the tree to split and fall in front of the prey, leaving no path of escape. Spinning around, the doe bellowed for help, her wide brown eyes looking at the approaching kalona helplessly. There was no pain. Her body was instantly torn apart by the monster, whom relishes in the coppery taste of blood and the rich flavor of the flesh. Tilting his blood-smeared maw up to the skies, the triumphant beast bellows out a roar in victory.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:55 am
The young stallion awakens from his nap in the shade of a tree on this fine summer day. He looks around, no one there as usual. He gets up and walk over to edge of the very large hill he was on. He looked down at the young female soquilli grazing in meadow, with flowers in her mane. He was found of the young mare, she came here often and he would come just as often to admire her. He shimmered red in the sun from the top of the hill and she looks up. He quickly stumbled away from the hill top, only to trip and go rolling down it instead. The young mare ran startled by the kalona. He had frighten her, it was the second time it had happened. He knew he would probably never know her name or get close enough to even speak to her. His feeling a little hurt he returns to his family.
His home was rather dark and no one was around, but he knew where they were. He walk over to the place of gather and there they were gathered around the demon Kalona from the got their name sake and reputation. He turned around, for he knew the demon had nothing good to cummincate. He thought about the things that raven would communicate and the were nothing but trouble. He figured he would retreat to a favorite hiding spot and took of at full speed. He ran for quite some time the suns rays flowing over his coat making it shine brillantly. He knew very well what he was, an outcast among the soquilli even his own kind. He would often take off to hideout where the was no mischeif to be had and no one to frighten.
He arrive at a hidden lake that was surrounded by immensly thick bushes and an abundance of tall trees. He walk through the soft moss feeling cool against his hoofs. He loved that feeling, it was probably why he came here so often. He countinued on making sure to give all briars a wide brearth. his hiding place only contained one entrance/exit, that was hard to find so he was shocked to see a girl standing nearly knee deep in the water singing, with two cats, a black one and a white one, watching her from beneath a shaded tree. She was dressed in brown clothing and sang gently as she tried to catch a fish. The young kalona continued forward, he would go to the other side of the lake. He stepped on a branched and the girl whirled around and spotted him, glemming a beautiful red as a ray on sunlight washed over him. The stared at each other for a long moment. She was not scared, or at least she didnt appear to be. He begans to approach her ...
This will be continued if I win. I think it will turn out to be an interesting story.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:11 pm
It all started when he was growing up. He would try to show others that he was different then his kind. That he was not like the rest of them. He would walk around trying to prove himself to others. But nothing seemed to work. He would work harder for the herd, he would gather water for the females so that they don’t have to work as hard. He was a ladies man. Or so he thought, and he would help his brothers so their lives would be a little easier. But what ever he tried to do it would back fire on him. They herd started to think that the reason he was doing the things he was doing was because he wanted to be the best and did not care for any of the others. So he walked over to his father and asked, “ Why don’t you appreciate what I do for you and the others?” He looked at him and waited for an answer. His father just looked at him and turned away. So the poor little guy just walked away as well thinking of all the crap that he did for them and they think he did it all for himself.
He was laying in the grass as the hot sun was blazing above him. All he could think about was the dream that he had had of his father and the others. This dream made him very angry at the thought of being nice to anyone or anything. He stood up and trotted along grinning at all the trees that he went by. He stopped in front of one of the trees. It was much taller then the rest of them. He looked at it and then just went on his way. He looked all around with the hatred in his heart and it spilling out all around him. Nothing could escape its grasp. He came up to a lake and bent down to take a drink. Then trotting around made him thirsty. As he was taking a drink he looked down into the lake and saw a fish that was swimming around with no worries at all. Just the sight of it he wanted to kill the fish, kill the thought of no worries and living happily. He tried but the fish got away to quick. He just snorted and went back on his way.
It has been awhile since that day and he was now sleeping on some dirt that he had found the other day. When he had woke he was all sweaty like he had just had a very bad dream or something. He was starting to get sick of those dreams. He got up and raced to the river right by the place he was at rest. When he got there, there was this mare with her hair blowing in the wind. There was something that just came over him that he of course hated and galloped away. But the feeling did not escape him. It was right there with him and would not let him at peace. He tried to get it out of him. He ran around in circles trying to get the thought out of him. But nothing seemed to happen. He tried and tried again. Nothing he did seemed to work. He figured that the only way to get this strange and new feeling out of him was to go back to find this mare. He rushed back to the river only to find out that she was gone. He looked around for something to so where she had gone. He found her foot prints and chased after them. He kept thinking, “this is stupid why am I chasing after someone I don’t even no, STOP NOW” He thought this over and over , but his legs seemed to want to move on his own. Maybe the hatred that he had was not all that strong in the first place. Maybe he had just enough, so when he really found something of beauty that it would engulf him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 5:31 pm
Powerful as the dawn shined crimson in grace and strength. Wings of dazzling reds painted the stallion as he arched himself into the sky of cyan that contrasted the complementry color of his own sequined coat. His head built in a manner of the great lords sat finely tuned upon a body hardened and magnificent. He struck outward in a whoosh of air as it swirled through the silken mane that wipped back annd forth in his travel.
Upon seeing a herd of other various soquili he headed into decent nearing the ground with hooves of stone crushing the very slender strands of emerald that lie beneath him. Snorting eyes of depth studied the herd with hatred and curiousity. He knew other kalona like himself were feared for what they were born. A terror that arose to the mouths and muzzles of those that spoke any language. And why was this the way it has always been? Why was his kind always revered as loathsome beats only delivering a chaotic turn of events? This furiated him yet the sadness spoke more deeply.
All his life the stallion longed to be accepted, to feel as the others did in their wake of existence. "Foolishness." he'd say to himself, "I am a demon who is better in their nightmares. Acceptetence is nothing they ever consider in their petty lives of sweet sunshine and love." Lowering his head as the crimson forelock cascaded like fire water down over his eye he looked at the gravel beneath hooves of shining escence and jeweled splendor toned in crimson. "Perhaps someday they will understand my kind, I can only dream they will see crimson over the black wall they painted over their eyes." Rising his head once again he watched the herd move on in their own world thinking deeply how far off a single wish lined in a dream could be.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:20 pm
Velvet tipped ears twitched. A soft snort pierced the air around him. A pelt as pure red as the juice from wild raspberries glittered in the sunshine. Wings like those of a bat, and horns as sharp as any eagle's talon shone just as brightly as any part of him. A spaded tail flicked from side to side as great hooves stood, planted upon the ground in which he stood. But something was amiss from this picture, this vile sight straight from hell itself. It wasn't the sparkling white teeth, sharpened to deadly points. It wasn't the darkened hooves that seemed to burn holes through the earth itself. Nay, it was the eyes of the very hell-beast himself. Grey as the storm clouds that loomed in the distance, threatening to cover the land in darkness, and strike fear in the hearts of creatures everywhere with the lightning that shot forth between the sky and the ground lighting it's path more brilliantly than the sun itself. Something didn't seem right with those eyes, they didn't seem to fit the picture he posed thus far, awaiting for the fate that rushed ever closer to him. Rearing on his hind legs, the stallion pawed at the air, daring the clouds to take him on.
His name was Thunderstruck, his parents, the very storms that threatened to unleash their wrath upon the world below them. How he appeared upon the earth was but pure speculation. All that was known to him was sheer need. The need to prove he wasn't just a kalona, that he was truly someone. Every time that he was shunned without reason, judged without knowledge, and turned away from without trust, was just another step closer to unleashing what lay within the heart of this very demon himself. Pure fury burned within those veins, boiling his blood till it felt as if he himself were on fire. But those eyes, those eyes held something else, a complete opposite of his entire being. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and no exceptions were made here. Though no one would ever look into such intense eyes, for fear of seeing their death spelled out for them, if they had, they would know. What did those eyes hold that he kept locked away, hidden to even himself? Perhaps he'd buried such things so deeply, that he himself even forgot what they were?
Perhaps it had to do with his true family. Abandoning him to live his life out in misery and hatred. Perhaps he had no parents in the first place, and mourned for that which he'd never experienced. Perhaps the secret he kept locked away was simply that it hurt to be judged so quickly, simply for what it was. Or perhaps, just perhaps, it was a lost love that he pined for. Had she been stolen away by a rival stallion, perhaps of the wind breed? Or perhaps she'd been a kalona who'd been killed for what she had been, an evil creature who the very sight of struck fear in the hearts of men. Had she died of simple causes, or had he driven her away in despair, unsure of what he wanted, period? It was anyone's guess what was hiding, just beneath the surface of this firey demon. But what was known about Thunderstruck, was his eyes held deep and intense pain, one that could only be sated by the great stallion himself. To allow himself to feel...
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 4:29 am
((*hopes its not too late*))
Fusion's eyes glared down at the stream of black smoke rising from the two legger's village. He looked down at them from the top of the mountain, smelling the delicous odor of food.
Fusion snarled, feeling hungry and thinking about the two-leggers. Fusion has no heart nor compassion. His heart is solid, like a gem of some sort. Yet, at the same time, he felt empty and alone. He lived inside of a dark cave in the mountains. The only people that has crossed his path didn't come out alive. His vicious and violent behavior set him to become an outcast.
As Fusion thought about all of this, he began to get lost in his own mind and imagination, day dreaming about attacking the two-leggers. Fusion snapped out of his imagination at the sound of a scream. He looked around to find himself in the two-leggers settlement. A little child was staring up at him, crying, as the mother held onto her child. What had Fusion done?
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:48 am
All soquili are meant to be sweet and innocent right? Wrong. Perhaps you have not heard of the most frightening and horribly feared in all the soquili lands- The Kalona. The soquili that stands before you here however is not just any Kalona...It is a Ruby Kalona seemingly fiery and perhaps even brave and passionate. Hang on but this was a Kalona so could they have any such characteristics?
A greatly feared presence made it's way eerily through the plains, it's step purposeful and powerful. Many feared this magnificent creature immensely and would claim it unlucky just to glance upon this mysterious being. Misunderstood? One would doubt it...this Crimson beast was known to be unforgiving and filled with malice. Many stories surrounded this Ruby encrusted Kalona in particular. The blood red Stallion heard the howling trees whisper in the darkness about some of these stories circulating and it just made him laugh. A few who have happened to glance upon the cold and scary 'beast' did more damage to themselves then he did to them with their silly imaginations. This was not to say any of these images of violence and coldness weren’t true however. When this lone figure did strike it was deadly and swift and if he was extremely angry they could count on feeling his wrath. Could anyone break this beast's cold heart? Who knows? One things for sure not many who anger this Ruby Stallion live to tell the tale...
So the silent Stallion continues making his way through the dead silence of the plains, glaring around with his cold eyes and gnashing his teeth. Making sure if anyone were watching they would be sure to remember him...
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:48 am
Finally the annoying fireball descended to a well disserved sleep behind the mountains in the distance. As its ugly form rounded the last tip, it left in its wake an accumulation of vibrant colors, shades of brilliant oranges and purples, streaking out in all directions. Slowly the colors were overwhelmed by the vast abyss of twinkling points poking their way out of a velvety overhang, casting a dreary shadow over the forest. As the creatures whom inhabited the forest laid themselves down to rest, a barely audibly sigh of relief could be herd in the darkness. At last the comforting darkness had arrived, chasing away the horrible brightness that stung his delicate fiery eyes.
Carefully making sure that there was no one around to see his superior grace he lifted one shimmering hoof out of his home and onto the unmercifully cold snow which lightly dusted the frozen earth. God did he hate the snow. it always stuck to his fur making him wet. Then again he also hated the summer because it was always so humid and hot on his night escapades. The spring smelled too weird and the fall’s leaves made the most hideous sound when they were stepped on. Making his way through the skeletal mangled trees he found relief in a healthy patch of sweet grass which had been sheltered from the harsh winds. After managing to pluck and devour every single blade of green haven that was there to give, he made his way forward into the distance in search of a little mischief the entertain his cold wicked soul.
After finding some mild enjoyment from scaring the living daylights out of a pare of happily sleeping squeals the blood red soquili herd the faint sound of rushing water. Instantly his mouth tightened and a longing thirst overcame him. Slowly making his way to where he knew a river could be found he pranced through a small clump of bushes and onto a sandy riverbed where he continued on too dipping his mouth into the cold water. Just as he was about to take a long well dissevered drink his gaze fell upon a small huddled figure next to his left hind leg. Startled at first by the creature which was called a “woman” he quick yanked himself out of the water , loosing his ever-present composure, and reared back in fright. The figure’s eyes which had been closed from sleep shot strait open and hooked onto the burning lobes of her company. On the few occasions when he had met with a human he always tried his best to make his unfortunate guests and fearful as possible. However, he couldn’t move his gaze from the turquoise eyes which were staring so endlessly into his. It was as if she was peering strait through him, finding out his every secret desire . He honestly couldn’t stand it but his body was frozen where he stood and he couldn’t move. What was this poor Kalona to do?…
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 2:44 pm
A hiss sounded deep from the throat of a glistening blood red soquili as he made is way through the cool green shrubs. His mind told him to hate everything, everything insight, yet his heart told him otherwise.
How could he hate everything, how could he despise such a world where his father taught him otherwise?. It was because of her wasn’t it, that wretched snow white kalona with her beautiful smile and her venoms words. She could lure even the prettiest doves to her side only to betray them with a gnashing of her fanged teeth. Her, the leader that drove them all to bloodthirsty, he once adored her, praised her, worshiped the pitiful ground that her cloven hooves danced on. Only to watch her turn her back, to gain power, and to leave his dangling mind in shatters.
Jikiniki hissed again as he made his way to the small lake. Gazing down at the reflection he saw what he was. A demon, a pure demon, with a brilliant blood red coat that dazzled the light, his ebony horns that warded off any other creature, and his large wings that every kalona wanted. He roared at the water has he dug his hooves in letting them sink into the mud, he hated that reflection that showed the demon that he was. He hated everything he saw.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:45 pm
(Forward: The "Ruby" is a demon's scrying stone. Just so you know, it makes the story make more sense sweatdrop )
The sound of hoofbeats cracked and echoed like strikes of lightining followed by thunder. The sky above was as red as a blazing fire. Screams of those being freshly killed echoed through the silent air. All around the grounds were seeping with blood and across the planes, nothing more than dismembered figures and strewn innards could be seen. Smoke as black as death was creaping over everything, slowly beginning to block the scene of carnage from view.
The hoofbeats slowed, coming down to nothing more than steady thumps like the mellow beating of a drum. One lives. Admist the damage, a bloodied man cowered, his eyes livid with the shock of what he'd lived to witness. As the hoofbeats came to a halt the man glanced up. What he saw surprise him, but at the same time sent his body convulsing in spasms of fear. "E...e....elathan" the man squeeked in fear, "Ha-ha-have mercy, great one" he pleaded. The demon horse that now stood tall before him flared his nostrils and gave a snort. Bring him to me.
Before the man could blink and eye the kalona brought his cloven hooves down upon the man's chest. A sickening crack of bones came as the horse crushed the man slowly benieth him. The frightened man somehow clung onto life...but the kalona quickly liberated him from his pain by beginning to part the man's flesh from his bone. The man's final scream was the last thing to echo through the silence. Only seconds later did the man open his eyes to find no longer a demon horse before him, but a demon MAN instead. The demon smirked as he fidgetted with an inhumanly large ruby within the palm of his hand. The man before him fell to his knees as the demon's smirk curled ever broader,
"Welcome...to Hell."
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:55 pm
There is nothing to be afraid of... our hands will guide you into a world of happiness and light... you'll be alright, we promise, just close your eyes... and concentrate...
Just concentrate...
Concentrate, and trust our guiding hands...
Argent eyes flew open in agony over the silent urgings. His shoulders heaving with a shuddering breath, the glistening stallion begged once more to be left alone... but the slow, tantric whispering continued unabated.
Trust us, trust in the abscence of the evil totem others of your kind wear so proudly...
"I can't!" he screamed, painfully aware of the empty forest glen and the disapproval of the silent trees. He knew his fate, and wanted to embrace it so desperately!
We won't allow that fate... just trust us, please Zwischen! You are the blood of thousands, your own savior...
But the Kalona had enough, he was tired of the whispers, and tired of the endless urgings. "In the end, none of you matter! If I die a murderer, I am still dead! Just leave me in the peace of my existence!" He screamed, rearing up on his deadly hooves, scarlet coat reflecting daggers of light across the sunlit glen. "I am Zwischen! I am Zwischen! And I am Kalona!" Then he ran as far as he could, forsaking the air having known the heavens were their domain. He ran until he couldn't... then he walked until his ruby hooves dragged in the warm earth.
This forest was peaceful, but for his crimson shadow and heavy breath. His mind blissfully silent, Zwischen's ears twitched idly in response to a flock of passing geese. Then a disturbance, a cry of rage and pain. Though he was exhausted, the ruby soquili picked up his dragging hooves to seek the cause. The calling in his heart to defend and sate his lust stronger then his weariness. Then he came across the fragile tableau of a warrior and nemesis, and he halted dead in his tracks.
Do not interfere Zwischen, our beloved, it will bring you only pain...
It was those words that decided him... decided the fate of the night black stallion that appeared to be attacking the young two-legged warrior... decided his own fate as the cries of the boy finally registered in his lusting mind. "Leave Dark Moon alone! You Beast!!! Leave him BE!"
And in the end... there was only pain, as Zwischen looked down at the boy he had tried to save. The spear buried deep in his sholder. "How could you..." he whispered, fighting back pain and heartache to stagger away. Aware that at least the black horse lived, and that his mistake lived only in the pain and those slow, tantric, whispers.
No Zwischen, how could you?
(( Zwischen = between, playing on the concept of a ruby being the crystallized blood of murdered inncoents and the dreamcatcher he wears around his neck. ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 5:31 pm
((Had always love these pets, and seeing the ruby one and with it being my birthstone, I had to try ^_^ *Hopes I'm not too late*))
The month of the sun had arrived. The rising heat, the new births of life, and the passing of old. The sun had reached its highest point above the earth that lay beneath it, beating down with heat that could burn those of lighter flesh. The weak…the unwilling, the unworthy that walked along this plane. Here he resided, here is where his ruby hues darted over others, judged them by appearance as he had been judged his lifetime until this moment. Misunderstood, misguided by brutal and viscous instinct that ravaged his body, mind and blood. He was a Kalona.
He traveled alone, he traveled here, to this spot, this lake that reflected and refracted the beams of light the sun projected downwards through the cloud littered sky. Craning his neck over he looked into the shifting water, that changed with the coming and going of life…changing with each ripple that crossed its surface. His red hues met the same red orbs others had seen, judged, and sometimes feared. But they didn’t understand, they never did…nor did it seem anyone ever would.
True, this red beast was a Kalona, brutal, power hungry. Strong and looked down on the weak with disgust and disgrace that others weaklings would be in his presence. Others, not as fit as him…or, at least what others thought. This ruby beast was not whole, his values and instincts split in two, but no one knew…no one would seem to care. Folding his wings back, tucking them at his side his eyes trailed over his own features that seemed warped in the lake water. The stone that hung around his neck…that was the key. He wasn’t a beast, at least no in entire. His instincts held one half, his true feelings masked behind his brutal concepts the other. He is a Kalona, he is not whole, he was split in two.
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