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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 7:01 pm
White Chaos exhaled a huge sigh. She had finally, Finally!, gotten free of Frozen's clutching grasp. Perhaps the land and her neat-o outfit helped. Her coat is a pure white, hair of platinum silver, and her wings shimmer with mother of pearl. Mismatched eyes of gold and platinum dance with good humor. She wears a black ninja outfit over everything except her wings, tail, and top of her head. Even a mask covers most of her face. Oddly she has feline ears and tail. The blue mare could be annoyingly clingy for an adult. White just didn't understand why.
Rolling hills and waving strands of grass beckon to the little filly. Everyone else is helping look. I can too. White lifts her head to take in the breeze, then prances around waving strands of grass nearly as tall as she is. Young, the little filly didn't have much experience with the grand world. She was happy, cheerful, and ignorant of the dangers of one so little traveling by herself.
Yet the unknown didn't stop her. That was their purpose right? White thought so. She remembered the stories Frozen would tell of how the evil two-leggers drove them from their home. And now how the herd had split, each member searching for new territory. I'll do it. I'll find the perfect place. No two-leggers, no evil.... well something that might drive us off again. She nods with determination. Never mind that her wings were still too small to fly with like Frozen could, or her legs much too short to cover much ground.
Lost in thought, and the lay of the land hidden by long grasses she suddenly finds herself walking on air. White looks down and much to her surprise the land had fallen away in a steep muddy hill. Gravity has its effect and tumbles her head over tail down the slope. Coughing and shaking her head to clear her eyes she gets to her feet. Oh man. Frozen is going to be furious when she sees me. White was covered almost head to toe in sticky muck.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 2:36 pm
Thor picked up his head as he heard a crash nearby, a bunch of fresh red roses, thorns still intact, clamped between his rows of razor sharp teeth. Turning his head, and tucking in his wings, he gazed momentarily at the source of the sound which he could not see. A part of him told him to investigate, the other half, told him not to bother to care. Thor had always been like this nowadays. Ever since he had been thrown into the dark world by his own herd, he changed himself. His nature was kind, but his blood, was evil. He was.. supposed to be evil. Everyone thought he was evil. "I might as well.. be evil."
Thor shook his head to rid of such an eerie memory. He had said that very line to himself all those years ago, when he decided to be what he had always been called -- a cold blooded Kalona. Raised by a sweet Uni mare, he had grown up kind, but alone. He had no friends in a herd that was afraid of him, despite everything he did to make them look at him as more than a beast. He was kind, selfless, and cheerful. Everything they thought he shouldn't be. So he changed. There's no point to being kind when no one will recognize it anyway. Since then, he battled with himself, tortured by the knife stuck in his ribcage, that told him to stop pretending to be what he was not. This time, the knife won.
Unfortunate though, Thor coated his investigation with the excuse of being territorial, like most Kalona were. He shut away the feeling of concern he had for whatever had made that sound, and coated the sugar over with salt, to burn his psuedo-hate, reminding him of a scar over his heart, the wound that wouldn't heal. He trot out of his cover in the shadows, surprisingly managing somehow not to trip on his excessively long hair that flowed behind him. He could not speak, the bunch of roses disabling that ability, but to his surprise, it was not a simple Soquili that had fallen from the muddy hills. This was foal.. and above all esle, a mutant foal, with clothes on. Only mutants ever had tails and ears like that one did. Looking up the hill, Thor also realized something. She was alone. Escaped? Maybe. He turned his gaze down upon her, silent, towering over the filly. He had always been small for his size when he was foal, but now as a full blown Kalona that went through an amazing growth spurt, he must've been huge, his shadow easily blocking any sun over the filly as he watched her, his golden eyes supposed emotionless, but one looking deeper perhaps.. could notice the glow of pain behind a crumbling wall. His first thoughts were to ask what went wrong, and then a blow from his frozen heart destroyed those thoughts, and told him to attack or snap at her. But how could he? She was probably an outcast because of her mutantness. And Thor always did have a soft spot for foals, and he could feel the evil he had created in himself beating him up for it. He stood silently infront of the filly, internally debating on what to do, while physically, doing nothing but staring down coldly, at the filly infront of him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:27 pm
Getting to her feet White senses a shadow fall over her. She looks up and blinks. Taking a moment she takes in the big kalona that appeared in front of her. Woah... big. And four horns. Her eyes travel down his body then return to his face. "Hi." She pauses a moment then in a plain childishly mannor, "Why do you have flower? Why are they red? Do you have a girlfriend? Don't the thorns hurt? Why not take them off first?"
White starts to bounce around the large stallion with each question. "I bet you do. I bet she'll like them, cause I like them." She stops as comes back in front of him and stretches out her neck as far as it will go to smell the flowers in his mouth. Like a child she has boundless energy.
"Do you live here mister stallion? Or are you just visiting? I'm visiting too. My name's White Chaos. What's yours?" White pauses to take a deep breath as if to keep going, but sees something move out of the corner of her eye and turns to look at it. Her ears perk up as her tail waggles back and forth. "Oh, is something over there? I think we should go look for it."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 2:23 pm
Thor was taken aback by the sudden rush of conversation from the mutant foal. Okay this was not right. Foals were supposed to be afraid of him, like they always have been. This one. Nuh uh. This one is trying to pick up a conversation! Something was wrong in that picture and Thor was having trouble fixing it to the image he had in mind -- this little.. whatshername running off in tears. Yes, that was what should've happened. And yet, it didn't. This foal wasn't afraid of him, and part of Thor's frozen heart melted at that, and that knife between his ribcage dug alittle deeper to the lost stallion inside his heart.
That didn't mean however, that Thor was going to act friendly. No, that can't happen. He was a kalona, and had to act like one. There's no sugar in his life, only salt. With a snarl at this decision, Thor turned upon the foal, keeping silent and beginning to head back to his clearing, lashing his tail to discourage the filly from following. This was how it should be. Thor had to stay evil, had to stay cold. He had cast away his kind nature long ago, and no matter how much it begged to come back, he could not let it. He would not..
However, at the slight sounds and movements nearby, Thor turned his head again, growling in his throat. Despite how he seemed angry, Thor was actually simply just curious at the strange sounds. He had always been curious and unforunately even after abandoning his old self this never disappeared. When the filly had suggested going to look at it, he gave her a glare from the corner of his eye, before stepping toward the movements, faking his anger and territorial senses.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 4:52 pm
White seems to sense his surprise at her talkative-ness. She grins at him through her mask, "Frozen says I talk to much too. Would it help if I was quieter? I can do it. Really I promise." Her mouth closes as she continues to watch him, her eyes dancing with mischief.
The stallion, she thought, was funny. Not in a hilarious kinda way, more that he seemed to be acting and in a way he didn't want to. She wasn't sure why adults did that, but if he wanted to she'd go along with it. Keeping quiet is sure going to be hard... maybe he'll relent? Big, cute eyes peer up at cold stallion and blink in an even more cutely sickening way. Well it worked on the others, maybe him too?
When the stallion turns to leave lashing his tail, White looks hurt. Her ears droop and her tail hangs limply. He's leaving me? How could he? I'm cute and adorable! There's no way he could resist me. She pouts and debates following the stallion and chasing his tail.
Fortunately before she can make up her mind, he turns to the sounds. With a sigh of delight White prances after him, perky and bubbly. She follows at his right flank, head bobbing with each prance and tail waggling behind her. I wonder what his name is? He didn't tell me. Maybe I should ask.... but I said I wouldn't talk. Darn this is hard. How much longer do I have to be quiet?
As the duo approaches the sounds, rustling in the grass pauses a moment. White lifts her head and inhales deeply. I think.... I know that smell.... bunny? She inhales again then goes to stalk it, creeping forward. Her tail waves high above her rump in excitement almost giving her away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:20 pm
Thor growled abit as the mutant foal became considerate of him and shut up. This was not going the way he planned. Now it was tagging along with him, and the fight inside him was more furious than ever. His old kind nature was flaming teeth and bone to take over his new evil one, who was being equally as stubborn in not giving up it's host. He could almost picture an angel and demon fighting around his shoulders, trying to control his decisions. That cute look. Was not helping his stubborn evil personality.
With relief though, she had stopped once he had made the move to get away, but became his new 'companion' as he turned to examine the sounds. His dark auburn eyebrows creased in irritation and frustration. This was definitely not going as planned. He could hear the bubbly filly beside him sniff the air, and he himself took a silent sniff, immediately finding the scent of fresh meat -- bunny to be exact. Speaking of, it was late, and he hadn't eaten yet. This would make a good dinner. Caught up in his thoughts however, Thor failed to notice that the filly beside him too, had caught the scent and was beginning to stalk it.
By the time he did notice, he was too late. She had crept infront of him, and was beginning her 'hunt'. He growled abit in frustration, but would not take a claimed prey. Even with his evil state of mind, it went against his morales, at least, the ones he had left. Instead, the dropped the roses into his tail, which curled around them and held them tight so as they wouldn't fall and watched, emotionlessly as the foal attempted to make her catch. Thor himself, was an amazing hunter. While he lived in a herd of vegetarians before he was chased away, Thor had always been carnivorous. Grass and flowers. Yechh. He'd rather eat dirt. So he normally starved himself till night, and then hunted his fill under the cover of the shadows, though his light grey coat never helped him hide, he had discovered on his own how to hunt, and learned his trade well, his proof being the three huge, bloody bear claws that hung around his neck on a piece of strong twine. Proof of his astounding skills and victories.
From what he could tell, this mutant foal -- White something -- was simply an amateur. Not only was she way too excited, but that tail of hers was definitely getting in the way, and would give her prey prior notice to her arrival. The creeping forward, too slow, and her attitude was not serious enough. It was unlikely she'd make the catch, but then again, there were stupid animals, and lucky Soquili out there. Internally, his good and bad fought to decide whether he should scoff and insult her on her conduct or if he should advise her hunting skills. Either way, he'd make it known of her faults in the hunt.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:59 pm
For a moment the stallion was pushed to the back of the little filly's mind as she 'concentrated' on stalking the bunny. Oh, bunny. I haven't had one in a long time. Frozen doesn't like to chase them and doesn't like waiting for me. She'd rather hunt bigger stuff. But maybe if I catch this bunny mister stallion will want to talk to me.
The outfit surrounding her hoofs quiets her footsteps and allows the inexperienced, excitable filly to get fairly close before the bunny notices anything out of the ordinary. It's head comes up as large ears detect the loud breathing of the mutant filly. For a brief instant, filly and bunny lock eyes.
White blinks in slow-motion and the bunny takes off in the opposite direction away from her and the stallion. Like a shot she's after it. Surprisingly fast for her size she closes to 20 ft then 15 ft. This is so much fun! Frozen never lets me run like this... Oppps he took a fast turn, but couldn't fool me! White giggles clearly toying with the bunny now.
The bunny flees in terror as White herds it around clumps of grass. She starts come closer and closer. The key is her tiny wings. While still too small to actually fly with, if applied at just the right time during a leap they produce an extra burst. She comes to breath down the fuzzy back of the bunny.
Slightly panting now, White catches a whiff of freshly turned dirt. The bunny's burrow and safe haven. Seems the bunny had partially outsmarted the filly. I must catch him before we get closer and he can vanish down that tiny hole. It's Impossible to dig them out. The filly had learned that the hard way. She takes a flying leap.
Her landing kicks up a bit of dust hiding if she actually caught her prey or if it lucked out today. If the stallion is listening closely he could catch the sound of bones snapping. After a moment, White pokes her head free of the dust and looks around for the stallion.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:52 pm
Thor watched the foal carefully as she approached her prey, picking away at her faults and mistakes as she went. Thor had become pretty pessimistic along with his morphing into the form he was now. Somehow or other though, some of the positives slipped into his mind as she continued her stalking, which irritated his new personality to no end as to how he was still able to pick out the good in people. He would beat himself up for this later, but the moment was submerged in the hunt, and he would not interrupt it.
He however, gave a look of disappointment as the he felt in the earth that the creature had caught onto the filly's presence, and waiting for the chase. A sigh left the stallion as whatshername bolted after the bunny. One thing that really pissed him off though was that she was playing now. Thor took his hunts seriously, and though perhaps the filly's intentions for the bunny were different from his, he still hated how she lacked the conduct of a real hunter. At least she knew how to use her body to her advantage. The wings are a definite advantage she had.
A mildly amused look traced over Thor's face for just a moment as the dustcloud was kicked up in the final leap, and his sharp ears detected easily the sound of crushed and broken bones. It was a sound all too familiar too him, and he could catch it easily. The easy snapping had signaled that it was the bunny who had lost the battle, and that the filly was fine, not that that concerned Thor in any way. Approaching the dust cloud, Thor stood over the filly and her new catch, semi-acknowledging her for once, before plucking a rose from his tail's bouquet, and preparing to lay it over any corpses. It was a tradition he failed to leave behind when he was chased away by his herd. When anything died, his adoptive mother would always place a rose over the corspe or place where it died, albeit hers were white, and his were red.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 4:10 pm
White Chaos pants as the bunny lays at her hoofs. She sees the stallion coming her way. A pleased noise comes from her throat sounding almost like a purr. Though how a horse could be purring was questionable.
She was pleased with the chase. It started well, she thought, the bunny hadn't noticed her to soon and she got quite close. Then the chase had been exhilarating. She got to burn off lots of extra energy that all foals seem to have. The finally had been her wild leap to catch the bunny right before he jumped down his hole. She had made the catch and thought all was well with the world.
Her eyes widen as she watches him pull a red rose from the bouquet. Quietly she whispers, "What is that for?" She seems almost shy now, not quite looking directly at him. A front hoof digs gently at the ground. "Do you... I mean would you like to share it?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 6:57 pm
Thor easily caught the purr in her throat as the filly noticed him. For a moment, Thor hesistated, and paused, before continuing his tread and standing before the filly and her catch. A purr from a Soquili? Well. This one was a strange one. She did have the tail of the cat and feline ears, so perhaps this was the way it would work out that she would act like a cat as well. Though, if that were the case she probably would've done better in stalking.
Thor cast away these thoughts as the filly's eyes widened before him as he pulled out a rose from his bouquet, and began becoming nervous and flustered. Feeling the immediate misunderstanding of his actions, Thor's evil side told him to take advantage of it and break her heart in disappointment. The other half, told him to spare her, and hand her a rose too. A new debate flared, and Thor grew irritated at the sudden battle that erupted inside his head and heart. It was hard enough raising the roses he loved so, but now they caused him problems. Flowers and females. Ugh.
When the filly spoke again however, Thor felt abit moer of the ice over his heart melt. Curse foals who did not know fear. However, coming to comprehend what the filly was saying sent another blow to shove the knife between his ribs deeper into his heart. She was offering her catch to him, and his stomach was feverishly snapping at him to accept. Thor gave a low growl, before setting the rose down over the corpse of the bunny, a sweet scent covering the dirtied fur. As he turned back toward the forest, he spoke, for the first time since the foal and him met.
"It was a tradition, of my herd, to lay flowers over the dead." He told her, his voice truthfully.. not at all intimidating, though he looked like it should've been. His voice was the one flaw in his evil personality. He could never get his voice to change from his old one. It was not gruff, nor angry, and held no hint of malice or malevolence, no pinch of mistrust or dash of madness. It was the voice of a kind stallion, who's been through his sorrow and pain.
And it aggravated him to no end, how he could not conquer his voice. Still though, he spoke again. "A hunter catches his own prey, a huntress, should lay claim over hers, and devour the victim." Thor shut his golden eyes for that moment, and turned toward the forest edge. "Your hunting needs work. Silence is key to stalking prey, particularily of the kind with ears like the rabbit. The dash should be calm, composed, or the prey will escape. The final strike, cleaner, and with more might. A wrong move in the finale puts effort to waste. You must use all the strengths and advantages you have at the last moment."
And with that, Thor folded in his large leathery wings, hiding torn, jagged feathers from his past, and proceded to head back to his own secret place, his haven. The rose garden he had constructed since he emerged from his basket, a masterpiece that any Soquili with a love of roses would wish they had. He paused though, at the edge of the forest. "You did well, for a foal." He said simply, something inside his head beating the sanity out of him as he did, before he stepped beyond the bushes, wondering, faintly, very very very faintly, in the back of his mind, in a piece of loneliness he long wished to crush, if the filly would follow.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:32 pm
White watches the stallion delicately lay the rose over the bunny's body. Delicate ears rotate forward as he speaks for the first time. That's an interesting custom. And I like his voice. She puts her nose down to politely smell the flower. In her herd they often didn't do much with flowers, but this one smelled sorta nice. "My herd never did. Where do you get the flowers? Will just any do?" She tilts her head. But if the flower is on the bunny, will it make him mad if I eat the it? Do I have to eat the flower too? Her nose wrinkles at the thought.
She tilts her head to look down at the bunny. "Well, I did lay claim to it. I killed it. I would devour it, but I asked if you wanted some and you didn't answer. So I can't politely eat it all myself if you want some." Pure illogical foal logic for you.
As he begins his crique of her hunt, her wings start to droop and her tail nearly touches the dirt. "I guess I'm not the best. Frozen really hasn't had time to teach me proper hunting since we've been traveling so much. She does most of the hunting for us anyhow. Says I'm too little to be any help." White sounds rather sad about this, but then suddenly perks up. "I'll do better next time. Thank you, Mister stallion."
She gets a small smile as he compliments her. Even if it was a small compliment, it seemed she didn't get many of those. Watching where the stallion enter the bushes White thinks she sees just a hint that might be a trail. I wonder where he's going? And he still didn't tell me. She gives a filly huff. Putting her nose down to the bunny she lightly nudges the rose into the dirt and picks up the bunny.
It was still warm in her mouth and making her salivate unbelievably. She wanted to crunch it up and taste the warm juices flow down her throat. Instead she holds it carefully so only drool gets on it. Picking her way through grasses and bushes she follows the path she thought the stallion took.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 6:36 pm
Having ignored her questions from before, refusing to speak again after revealing his kind voice, Thor tread his path carefully, stepping in very precise spots, so that only the tiniest crinkle of a leaf and foliage would echo in the ears of only the sharpest and smartest of prey. His wings folded in, against his body, to minimize his size, tail also held low, and around his hind legs. The only flaw in his conduct, was his mess of long hair, the dragged along the ground. Thor had never cut his hair, and was not planning to. It was a certain disadvantage for him, weakness, but he simply would not have it. It never even crossed his mind of the chance that he'd be even BETTER than he was now at hunting if he'd snip a few strands off.
Continuing straight, the foliage slowly, gradually became thinner, and thinner, until a true path opened. Thorns curled around trees, a wall of danger, yet it served to merely shield the treasure within, a protection from hunters that were not Thor. Stepping beyond the foliage, Thor emerged, finally, into his haven. The place he had escaped to as a foal, and now his only place where he was at peace with himself.
A small circular pond, artifically made by hooves digging up earth furiously and then being filled with water, rested in the middle of a small circular clearing, where the grass never turned yellow with the changing seasons. The thorn walls around the trees of his haven were covered over by bushes of roses, that grew so tall and thick they looked more like trees. Beautiful, perfectly cared for roses that grew year long, vibrant red in the darker green leaves. A rock wall towered at the other end of the small clearing, and scaling up that wall were vines of thorns that coated much of the rock, and the daring few roses that grew on them. Corroded naturally into the rock, was a small cave, where Thor could slide into and sleep, or feast. This was home, and the forest, his.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 4:52 pm
White enters the forest just like, well.... a foal. Her head held high to keep the dangling bunny out of the way. She plods right in. Hoof beats sound on the floor with the crunch of twigs and crackling of dried leaves. Her wings weren't held tight to her body, but thankfully so small they didn't snag on much. However, her tail was twitching side to side sporadically. It was anything but quiet as it hit bushes, low branches, and trunks.
As she gets deeper she doesn't notice the increasing number of thorns until too late. She lets out a whimper, which is muffled by the bunny, as several seem to jump out at her and puncture her tender flesh. When she flinches away she finds only more on the other side. Little drops of blood well up on her tender hide. How is he getting through all this? And why doesn't his hair snag on them? Mine's too short to, but his is soooooo long! I guess it must be something Frozen said about knowing where he's going.
She sniffs pathetically for herself, trying not to cry. Squinching herself down as small as she can go to wiggle through the thorny trees. Suddenly White finds herself free of the painful trees. Looking around she nearly drops the bunny. It's so beautiful here! The water is clear and... A hoof taps on the grass. The grass so soft. Oh look at the vibrant color of those flowers. That's where he gets them! She's pleased with herself for figuring that out.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 6:35 pm
Thor turned quickly as he heard he smelt blood, easily picking up the scent of the filly he had met earlier, as well as her catch. His ears too, picked up the crunch of foliage under her hooves, and he sighed in aggravation. She had followed him. There would be no way she'd get through his thorn wall without getting hurt, and a part of him wanted to help her, while the other half kept beating at his head and yelling at him as to what in the world was he thinking. The thing that did melt Thor's cold heart though, were tears. He despised them to the very core, as it was the sure fire thing that would destroy his gruff outside nature, even if just for moments.
Thor growled abit under his breath as the beat up filly stepped out of the thorns, standing over his small pool of water, as his tail lightly tore the petals from the roses he had, and threw them into the waters, coating the surface of the pond with rose petals, the scent of rose filling the air quickly, even more fresh than it already was simply from the tons that grew. Thor walked to the other side of the pond, and discarded the stems to the side of the cave where many more were, and looked at the foal with disinterest, but without rejection. It was Thor's quiet way of opening himself. She had stalked him this far after all. Perhaps foolish, but Thor was more at peace with himself when the scent of roses loomed through him. It would be fine, just for this while.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 2:27 pm
The filly tries to put on a brave face and not let the stallion know how much those scratches hurt. Politely she sets the bunny down to speak clearly and not bunny-muffled. "You don't talk much, but could you at least tell me or nod yes if you'd like a share? I mean it was in your territory after all and I didn't ask first." She wanted very much to stop being friendly and lick her wounds right then.
Frozen had been trying to teach her self-control, among many other things, that hadn't gotten very far in lessons. What's the point of this anyhow? He's got to know I scratched myself. And I bet he knows how much those thorns can hurt. And darnitall! This isn't fair! Her lower lip trembles at that last thought. He's the first one we've... well that I've met that hasn't tried to eat me or kill me or anything. He doesn't even want to play.
With a sigh, White sinks down to the ground and lays her head between her hoofs. Even though she put on a brave face with boundless energy there were points where it just ran out. So much travel was hard for so small a foal, and she couldn't even fly. Her silver eye, turned towards the stallion, rolls slightly while looking at him sadly. She wonders if now he'll attack her.
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