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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 7:27 pm
It had started off as nothing but sheer boredom.
Mariko had been wandering the damp forest alone, avoiding close quarters with the intrusive brush and contemplating whether or not she should turn back to go find her father, or remain out here and find a new plaything- or perhaps her next meal. While she didn't necessarily hunt more often than she needed to, the mutant mare had been known to... detour from the more practical attitude of 'kill only to eat' that her mother would prefer she adhere to... but her father would encourage any manner of bloodlust that he would insist was only natural. Away from her mother's ears, of course. It wasn't as if she killed indiscriminately, but the lack of a proper outlet for her darker instincts left a gap that needed to be filled, lest she end up with blackouts, like Amaya had always warned her about.
Admittedly, the idea didn't scare her as much as she expected it should have, or as much as her mother obviously hoped that it would. She had heard the term 'morally ambiguous' used to describe her attitude before, but it seemed to fall short of the gravity Amaya wished to bestow upon her. It wasn't that she didn't care... all right, sometimes she didn't care, but this was the way things were, why should she need to fight it so hard?
Directing her attention back to the task at hand, she raised her nose to the air, sniffing delicately as a faint breeze carried a scent towards her. The unikalona mare had stumbled upon a trail left behind by someone who was obviously unconcerned about being followed- whether by arrogance or sheer ignorance, she could not say- and for lack of anything better to do, she had followed it. Tracking the enticing scent and odd black feather here and there was easier than most of her other conquests, but she had spent the better part of a day catching up to her prey, even through the clear path of broken branches and solid hoofprints. Whoever or whatever this was, it seemed as though they didn't tire easily, but the idea of that excited her rather than deterred her. Easy prey didn't exactly sate her desire for violence- the more bloody and challenging the encounter, the longer it would be before she needed to find another victim.
There. Perhaps that was a more benevolent attitude that would please Amaya.
Speeding up her purposeful steps, it hadn't taken her too much longer to finally spot her quarry through the dense cover of the trees, and she abruptly slowed her pace, silver eyes focusing intently on what she could see of the form below. A stallion, from what she could discern- white, wingless... although she thought she spotted a spaded tail, and a grin spread across her face, exposed fangs already moistening with saliva as she imagined taking down a kalona. The sting of her perpetually open and bleeding wounds pulsed with an ache, feeding her desire for a fight, and slowly, she dogged the steps of the halfbreed stallion, stalking him silently from the shadows.
It would be a good fight. She would make it last.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 9:19 am
It had been a dull day, recent rains had kept the forest floor under his hooves in a state of partial mud; and as he looked to his rather fetching hue'd legs he felt the disdain as they were splattered with mud. Instead of crisp white hooves and his father's blue on his fetlocks they were a mess of swamp like browns. Yuck. He loved the rain, don't get him wrong...but instead of trudging through mud he'd rather be snuggled up to a mare sharing heat watching the droplets play their symphonies on the land around them. Ah well, neither seemed to be in his forecast today; so he continued on.
The woods had been quiet, he had assumed not many would like to pick a fight with a stallion like him. Kalona enough with a scary mix of mutations that would have most thinking twice about trying to take a bite. Skin walkers excluded....they were excluded from many, many things.
Truth being, he stuck out like a sore thumb against the muted hues of the world around him.
Yet, something was nagging at the back of his mind...it was almost too quiet. Not even the rustling of small animals could be heard in the underbrush; it seemed he may not have been alone after all. He paused in his step abruptly and lifted his tail to a quick but erratic sway behind him. His steely eyes shot around the forest, trying to pick up anything around him friend or foe. He knew he was at a loss as the wind had been gently flowing against his face heading south of him, causing a deep frown to set on his features hidden by his skull mask. His lips were curled down into a snarl of sorts, as he turned his head to look behind him; having not spotted anything in front of him.
"Who goes there?" He called out, deep tones holding a venomous sting to them, hopefully he was just over-reacting...but Archer wasn't one who was going to be ******** with until he was finished his grand schemes. He had too many things to accomplish before he'd give anyone the pleasure of ending his life.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 3:14 pm
As a deep voice broke the crisp silence of the night air, an absolutely feral smile split across the dark mare's face, dark wings practically trembling in anticipation as she neared the treeline. He knew- or at least suspected- that he was being hunted. It might have been to her disadvantage, but it made the game so much more enjoyable.
Careful but sure-footed steps carried the mutant mare closer, shadowing his every move as her predatory instincts began to take over- nostrils flaring, irises dilating, teeth bared as her tail whipped anxiously, but soundlessly behind her. He smelled wonderful, the faintest hint of autumn behind a musk of dirt and leaves, and just a whiff of blood. She wondered idly for a moment if he fed on meat as well- certainly he had some kalona traits, but one could never be entirely sure how strong that blood was, from the surface. She dismissed the thought, certain at least that it would make for an interesting fight either way... and surprises weren't necessarily bad, either. A slight twinge reminded her of her constant injuries as she moved through the brush, but they were ignored easily in favor of her newest obsession.
For a moment, Mariko stood absolutely still, muscles tensing and coiling beneath her hide, haunches shifting like a feline's as she waited for the opportune moment. She still hadn't seen his face, but there were few surprises that could curb her bloodlust at this point, and now she caught sight of both his spiked tail and the little feathered fetlocks that she knew belonged only to an angeni. Her hungry grin grew impossibly wider, and after a moment more of deliberation, she lunged.
Leathery wings unfolded in a graceful arc and flapped to give her momentum as she leapt towards her prey, lip curled back in a silent snarl to reveal elongated incisors, and before he could turn enough to meet her attack-- connection. She slammed into his side with all the momentum she could muster, attempting a controlled roll as they were both thrown off balance. Her teeth, spikes and hooves hadn't made contact with his flesh- she didn't want the game to end too soon, after all. Metallic irises shone brightly with glee as she used her own weight to roll over him and land on all four hooves at his other side, rearing and spinning to face him, finally getting a look at his own features.
She stopped.
All signs of her kalona bloodlust were abruptly dropped as she stared into his uniquely colored eyes, blinking curiously at the mask, the extra horns on his head, the odd bit of coloring she could see of his face beneath the bone. She said nothing, only tilted her head to one side in scrutiny as she gave him the opportunity to rise- quite possibly, to let him counterattack- but she was too intrigued to mind the possibility.
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