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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 12:40 pm
Private RP between Novablu's Ciaran and -MoomoolatteCha-'s Tyson.  
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 12:51 pm
The sunset was a neon glare in the sky, the clouds tinted pink and blood red and purple, a bright orange halo around the trees as the sun slowly faded away. Ciaran stalked through the trees, the winglets on his feet twitching with nerves even as his tail lashed back and forth. He couldn't stop moving--if he did, They would get him. The demons that lurked inside his shadow, with claw and fang and empty soulless eyes... Just thinking about Them set his heart racing, skittering out of control.
With a low whinny he bolted forwards, crashing through low limbs and underbrush, careless to the pain that hammered across his knees. He shook his head, spun around, and backed towards the darkest part of the woods; he was so far from the field he called home, but it wasn't safe. It was never safe. No one understood, not even Cedric or Father. They worried about him... His pale, pupilless eyes glanced sidelong, his breath coming in low snorts of white clouds, hot breath against the cold winter evening. He liked the cold. It made him numb and numb was good. Sides heaving, he stood against the darkness of the woods, tail tip flicking, slicing bark from the trunks. Fear wormed its way up his spine and he hated it. He flashed his fangs, as if that might do something...
He could hear something. Footsteps. An approach... Was it the demon? It was almost nightfall... They shouldn't be able to come out now. They should be locked away in the darkness, with no shadows to climb out of. The moon was their bane, therefore Ciaran worshipped that moon. Ears pinned against his head at the approach of a possible intruder, his voice was a snarl as he called out, "What are you?"
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Looking up at the bright moon,the stallion tried to make his way through the darkest part of the forest.Even the moon didn't give that much light through this part.It worried him slightly,but he tried no to think about the possible things that could happen to him.
His ears flicked back and forth as he heard a whinny and thrashing around the forest.Breaking brush and shattering bark on trees.IT almost made him horrified to move any closer,but the other half of him wondered if someone needed his help.Blowing the bangs out of his eyes,he puffed his chest and moved forward."Well...lets hope that it isn't something thats going to kill me..."He mumbled under his breath.But all the noise suddenly stopped besides the sound of something slicing bark.
Stopping in his tracks he heard the sound of a voice,asking him a question."What am I...?" He answered back softly. "I believe i am a bright purple stallion."Pinning his ears he awaited for the other to speak back to him."What are you?" He asked.
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Ciaran's eyes were wide, almost shocky though you couldn't tell without a pupil, even as he tried to be brave against the nameless creature who now stood in front of him. He scented the air, two quick sniffs, as his kalona senses were pretty darn good--and he immediately relaxed a notch. "Thank you, moon gods," he whispered fervently, then pushed his way to the front of the shadows, to poke his head out from behind a bush.
And indeed, in his wake, was a stallion with weird scales and a strange horn. How odd... He smelled no blood on him, no signs of a hunt. His head tipped to one side, bangs falling into his eyes making him appear almost boyish. "Hi there, bright purple stallion," he murmured, then reached out a long neck and took a sniff of the stallion's chest. "You smell good..." He blinked, then came around the side of the trees, cautious but curious. His curiosity would someday be the end of him.
"You are very purple." His tail coiled closer, as if to show off the dusky purple color. "And I am a sunset." He nodded, then peeked around over the top of the tall stallion. "You didn't see Them?" he asked, lowering his voice, eyes darting up to the stranger once more. "The things with wicked claws and fangs? They're black as ink and meaner than walker with corpse powder." Then, with a completely solemn look on his young face, he said, "They want to devour my soul."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 3:26 pm
Tyson blinked a couple times at the stallion."Hello.." When he came up and sniffed him,it almost made him melt.Oh there is a compliment that comes with it?That made it even better."Thank you,I really appreciate it."He smiled and tossed his mane.That little comment booster made his mood go to his normal spot. "Yes indeed,you are a sunrise.A gorgeous sunrise." He indeed was,the most gorgeous sunrise he had ever seen. Those pure purple eyes,made it all work out.It was a bam of perfection.Then the stallion started questioning about 'them'. "Them?" He blinked again and listened. "As far as I know,my dear. No one was following me.You'll be safe." Wicked claws?Fangs? Was he talking about his own kalona kind?Or those skinwalkers or the pure walkers with the paws? He wasn't sure. "I don't think they will come near you right now."
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Ciaran shook his head slowly, then circled the pink stallion a couple of times, tail flick-flick-flicking away, almost rhythmically to a beat unheard by ears other than Ciaran’s own. He looked left, then right, then down to his shadow, which was soaked into the darkness of the nightscape forest. He gave a huge, almost dramatic sigh of relief, something he picked up from his father. “Um. Don’t worry, I think you’re right,” he quipped. “They seem to be gone. At least for now. The night is safe, don’t you know? Safe from shadows and the demons…” But this stallion seemed perplexed--which told Ciaran that he’d never seen Them… He never once thought that he might be a wee bit crazy from the latent unicorn blood in his veins, mixing with his dam’s kalona heritage. No. This was just his normal.
Perking up, he trotted in a circle around the pink stallion, nosing down his spine to the strange tuft of hair at his tail. “What are you? You aren’t like me… Do you eat grass?” He came to stand in front of the other, nodding brightly, as if his mood had merely been a switch, and it was flicked to full brightness. “I’m Ciaran.” He grinned, flashing a bit of fang, though it managed to make him look innocent. “I’m kind of a hot mess.”
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