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from love - Sunjata - 09-24-2016 S U N J A T A There was a glaring problem with the cobalt man. Anger bubbled and bristled strongly within him, burning on the edges and searing each portion of his brain as it turned and spun. His indigo gaze drifted around the now unfamiliar trees, as the Orangemoon sun beat down across the land casting long shadows along the earth as the sun worked its way to set. It illuminated the woods like fire, and where Sunjata may have felt a moment or two of unease, it just seemed to mimic the fire that burned from within him. He had tried and succeeded, he had ended a life, and his dearest beloved sister hadn’t even tried. Sure, deep down Sunjata believed that she might have tried to kill the stupid vulture – but his blind rage continued and burned on, blinding him to the idea that she had. And so, he leaned it to failure. Sharply, his head shifted toward her as he spread out a tri-toned wing, brushing against her small frame in encouragement and hurriedness. “Kom, is dit om laat.” His voice was gruff, hoarse, and filled with suppressed frustration. His tall body towered over his sister, but his footfalls were placed with defiance and precision. He was determined to escape, to find a new life, to punish Saar for the disrespect she had caused them. After walking a few more paces, he turned sharply to her, his body turning away from her, his wings spreading out as they came into a clearing. His head lowered to her, to try his best to catch her gaze. “Tell me, my klein dwaas, is this place sufficient?” He questioned, tilting his head and narrowing his gaze. His feathers bristled, standing up as his shadow danced across her - as though from a bad omen. His eyes lingered, perhaps a bit longingly on his sister, before turning away and taking the lead, scouting the area much like he had done on his and his sisters more private encounters. "talk." Kom, is dit om laat. – come, it’s getting late my klein dwaas – my little fool We slipped into midnight like the death of the sun. @Saartjie and open! They're going to be pretty racist toward Unicorns fyi :| RE: from love - Saartjie - 09-24-2016 S A A R T J I E The fact that the trip had been made in silence was something that Saartjie was both thankful for and uncomfortable with. She did not want to hear from her dearest brother about how she had failed to end a certain stallion's life, while he had succeeded on his own mission of ending a certain mare. But the longer they moved forward in silence the more aware she became of just how angry Jata was, and she couldn't remember a time that he'd been that angry with her. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to kill him, though, and she'd tried in vain to point that out. Jata was only focused on the fact that she had failed and that he'd had to run in like her knight in shining armor and sweep her away -- which, yes she was glad that he'd done it. She couldn't and didn't want to imagine a life in Dorobo without him. Saartjie had stopped when they entered a new land that was wholly unfamiliar and she frowned as she looked around, her nostrils quivering as she breathed in the abundance of scents. Her head raised and she looked up toward the treetops, but she did not have nearly enough time to just look around. Her gaze fell to Jata as his feathers brushed against her side and she, obediently, began walking again. There was much that she wanted to say to her brother, but she bit down on her tongue instead because remaining silent right then was preferable to the fight that they were bound to have -- but it was coming, she could feel it. The only walked a few more paces before Sunjata was blocking the way, forcing her to stop and stand there looking at him. 'And here it is.' She thought, her head lifting defiantly as she gazed steadily at her brother. The fact that he called her his little fool was enough to make her blood run cold in her veins, but she tried not to let it show how it affected her. She turned her head and touched her muzzle to her brother's ear. "My liefde," She purred softly. "Call me a fool again and I will geld you in your sleep." His head lifted and she held his gaze until he turned away and then she fell into step behind him once more, though now she was glaring daggers at him. "." my liefde - my love "." Love left me hollow I'm with you in the end Cold, crippled and shallow Don't leave me here again RE: from love - Volterra - 09-24-2016
RE: from love - Sunjata - 09-24-2016 S U N J A T A Of course Saar would talk back. He expected nothing less from his beautiful gem. And like so, his eyes narrowed further, tossing his head away from her and flipping his ivory forelock to the side as he snorted at her. Perhaps had it been any other day, he might have laughed at the comment – but today he was far too angry, far too frustrated to even think about laughing at the simplistic argument his sister would give him. Instead, he lead them, standing ahead of her and doing his best to ignore her words, though thankful for the silence that had managed to manifest itself on the journey – after he snatched his sister up and fled his home, his eyes were entirely set on finding a new place – a place away from Dorobo and Korofi, away from the shit fest that unraveled upon their departure. However, his gaze danced from the trees in front of him as a creature appeared. The man was taller, and carried a rather bald face against the ebony shield of night that was the rest of his pelt. Jata immediately stopped, his wings splaying out to protect his sister from the man who had just appeared. Eyes narrowed, his lifted his head tall as his feathers bristled and tipped his navy rimmed ears toward Volterra, listening as he spoke before placing them flush against his head. “What a boring name.” He spoke, lips tightening against what the equine had called Helovia. He stared at the stranger, surveying his body for any form of extras. It was obvious to Sunjata that the man didn’t have wings, but it might still fair possible that he had horns – hidden and waiting. And Sunjata wouldn’t stand for that. He shifted his gaze toward Saar for a moment, “Dink jy hy het sy horing afgesny vir ons?” He grumbled to her, waiting for her input before shifting his attention back to Volterra. Despite the anger that boiled beneath cool tones, Saar had always been the brains of their operations while Jata had been the blunt force behind it. He wanted to know her opinion, knowing deep down that the mare would know better than to throw her only beloved brother to the wolves. And that’s how he imagined the others without wings. Plotting masterminds, waiting for the day that the pegasi fall. He wasn’t going to fall for it, and knew that his sister would help them get to the top, one way or another. "talk." dink jy hy het sy horing afgesny vir ons? – do you think he has cut off his horn for us? We slipped into midnight like the death of the sun. @Saartjie @Volterra RE: from love - Graasvoel - 09-24-2016
RE: from love - Saartjie - 09-24-2016 S A A R T J I E Sunjata's sudden stop made Saartjie stop as well and the splaying of his wings partially blocked her view of the man that had come out of the trees before them. Being in a new land she knew the potential dangers that everything and everyone posed, but that did not make her any less curious. She made her way to her dear brother's side and peered out at the black and white brute before them. Immediately she noted his very obvious lack of wings and the expression on her face grew stern. Usually a lack of wings meant there was a horn present, but as she studied the man's forehead she could see none. This lead her to conclude that he was like the Debwani, only when he spoke he actually sounded intelligent. The sound of wings had Saartjie looking toward the sky and when she saw who it was she couldn't hide her smile. It was like the Gods spiting her stupid brother for calling her a fool. Ha! Jata was going to die and she was going to love every minute of it. "Gaal!" His name was spoken with a mixture surprise, relief, and just a touch of happiness if only to dig under her dear brother's skin. "Ek het jou gemis." She purred -- take that, Sunjata. "Hoekom het jy verlaat sonder my?" She'd truly had no intentions of leaving Dorobo with him, but Gaal wouldn't know that and any chance that gave her the opportunity to get back at Jata for the way he'd treated her all the way to Helovia she'd take it. The question that Jata posed to her made her tear her attention away from Gaal and look to him, but before she could answer him, Gaal did. This brought Volterra back to her attention and she looked to the unwinged, unhorned man. "Hello." She finally greeted. "I am Saartjie, and he is Sunjata." Though whether or not they were looking for a home was up to brother dearest. "Why are you in Helovia?" Oh, only because they were exiled from home because a certain situation had come to light, but there was no reason to go spilling the beans to Gaal or a stranger, was there? Saar smiled and drifted closer to Gaal as he reached out to her. "For you, lekker." She answered simply "." Translation: Ek het jou gemis - i've missed you Hoekom het jy verlaat sonder my? - why did you leave without me Love left me hollow I'm with you in the end Cold, crippled and shallow Don't leave me here again RE: from love - Volterra - 09-25-2016
@Sunjata RE: from love - Sunjata - 09-25-2016 S U N J A T A The equine seemed to be more interesting to Sunjata than a majority of the company they had found during their escape here. Yet, his watch was continued as his gaze slipped from Volterra to the sky – feathers bristling further as the colors of the man he least wanted to see, blurred and fell to the earth before them. A growl began to escape his throat after the simple “hello he had offered. Didn’t Graasvoel know that he was the one that had ruined everything? That his fool of a sister couldn’t kill the vulture that stood before them to prevent them from having to leave the Senzaok house they knew and grew up in. His feathers spread further as his eyes didn’t leave Gaal who seemed to waltz around him to his sister. The anger raged and bubbled and poured itself into every inch of his indigo pelt as he turned his head away from him. As Gaal answered his question that was poised to Saar, Sunjata simply just rolled his eyes. In his frustration, he instantly pressed his wings back into his side – the idea that if Saartjie wanted to keep on with this stupid charade, even when their parents weren’t around any further, he’d let her. He’d wait for her to come crawling back to him, and only then would he think of apologizing for his hurtful words. Instead, his sister introduced the two of them to Volterra, and Sunjata stepped away from Gaal and Saar, coming part of the way toward the equine. His pale ears flipped backward toward Saar as she answered Gaal, and suddenly the blue jay began to suppress the urge to lunge to Gaal – to finish the job his sister should’ve done. Instead, he offered the vulture a grim smile. “Yes, ironically. For you, Graasvoel. His voice was hoarse, gruff and strong. “Though I don’t think the reason why is quite the answer you’d be expecting.” He hissed, stepping slightly closer to Gaal, his azure gaze narrowing on the bald face of the man. “If my hoer of a sister wants to stay with you, then she can.” He began, his navy tail flicking angrily against his hocks. “But if you hurt her, I will kill you. Moenie hierdie draad nie ligtelik opneem.” His eyes flickered toward his sister before he stepped away from the two of them toward Volterra. “To answer your earlier question, Volterra, where we come from, I didn’t interact with your kind much.” He answered flatly, his head shifting before pointing toward the woods where he came from. “Show me this Dragon’s Throat.” "talk." hoer – whore moenie hierdie draad nie ligtelik opneem – do not take this threat lightly We slipped into midnight like the death of the sun. @Graasvoel @Saartjie @Volterra RE: from love - Graasvoel - 10-02-2016
@Saartjie Sorry for the delay! <3 RE: from love - Saartjie - 10-02-2016 S A A R T J I E Sunjata's reaction to Gaal's arrivial tickled the little mare. It was no secret that her brother disliked Gaal, but the extent of his dislike was often amusing. "When you do that you look fat." She said, referring to the way his feathers puffed up as his agitation grew. She knew how vain Sunjata was about his appearance and she could not pass up the chance to sink her verbal claws into him. Her blue eyes shifted to Volterra as he questioned whether or not they had seen equines before. "Where we come from the equines do not have quite the same stature." She said, her head tilting has her eyes swept unabashed over Volterra's muscular frame. "And they do not speak with such eloquence. They're quite ... primitive." She explained, since her brother seemed to be so caught up in glaring daggers at Gaal. Volterra continued on, introducing himself as a gladiator. She could certainly appreciate a warrior and the way she looked at Volterra then proved as much. "A gladiator?" She purred. "That explains your impressive physique." She had more to say, but then she heard Sunjata. "...my hoer of a sister." Saartjie rounded on Sunjata, her ears flat against her skull and her eyes narrowed. "Gaan naai jouself, Sunjata!" The colorful mare snapped. "Jy my bel 'n hoer nie, maar jy slaap met enigiets met vier bene en 'n hartklop." He out of anyone she'd ever met had no right to call her a whore when he was the textbook definition. Sunjata's mouth had her ready to leave him behind until he was ready to apologize to her. She snorted when he accepted Volterra's invitation to the Dragon's Throat. "I hope you have a heat stroke." She hissed before she looked back to Gaal. "Take me to the Edge." She requested. "." Translation: Gaan naai jouself - go fuck yourself Jy my bel 'n hoer nie, maar jy slaap met enigiets met vier bene en 'n hartklop - you call me a whore, but you sleep with anything with four legs and a heartbeat Love left me hollow I'm with you in the end Cold, crippled and shallow Don't leave me here again |