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getting sick of predictability - Gawen - 11-14-2016
RE: getting sick of predictable - Sunjata - 11-14-2016 Sunjata
The blue jay had been here before. This was the place he confided in his sister of his plans to bring destruction upon the Elephant General and all those that sided with him. This was the place where he had also apologized to the woman, her frustration and anger at him not hard to miss. This was also the place that he returned to, hoping perhaps to see his sister once again, to revel in her beautiful feathers and scent of the desert and home. Something familiar among the world of strange. His heavy navy hooves stepped across the snow, his wings laid low as they drug across the snow – creating tiny little trenches wherever he walked. He was exhausted, and kept his head low toward the ground of snow. Sunjata wasn’t used to this type of weather – it was something that was of a rare occurrence back where he was from. And he found it difficult to migrate and move with snow building up on his feathers as well as his body – freezing to the bits and pieces of his mane as it stuck up in strange places. This weather was stupid and he was already so over it. But, something in the distance captured his attention. At first it looked like a giant pile of leaves, the way it flapped and flailed against the wind and snow. And then, it stood up, angling its horn to the snow to dig. ’What the fuck?’ Sunjata wanted to say, his azure gaze never leaving the chocolate and white hybrid. His brows furrowed slightly, aiming his attention toward the child. What was it with constantly meeting children? It was growing old and ridiculous by now. And after the unique meeting in the Throat, he was already slightly annoyed by that. He approached the colt, his head lifting higher as he stood to his full height. His multicolored wings pulled in tightly to his sides as he surveyed the colt with a scrutinizing look. “What are you doing?” His voice sounded bored, deep and laced with a foreign touch as his shadow overwhelmed the small child in front of him. Wasn’t this just tactful? Surprising a child like this? Sunjata didn’t care, in all reality. He wanted to know what the hell all the Helovian’s did with their time. It wasn’t like it was split up as it was back home – where unicorns did their thing and pegasi did their own. No, this place was mixed, melded, and as he looked upon the hybrid child, it seemed to feel wrong all the same. "Talk." @Gawen sorry its so long :| SPEED THREAD HAPPENING ASAP <3 RE: getting sick of predictable - Gawen - 11-14-2016
RE: getting sick of predictable - Sunjata - 11-14-2016 Sunjata
The child nearly died of fright. It took Sunjata a few seconds to refrain from the grin spreading across his lips. Instead, it twitched delicately along the corners of his frown as he stared down the boy. The stutter that spread from the child’s lips caused Sunjata’s gaze to narrow on the boy at first. “An herb, huh? You’re not gonna find much out here.” He half mumbled, pausing in his giant charade he was about to give the boy until he spoke of a friend. A girl friend. He lowered his head slowly toward the boy, a grin spreading across his lips much like a Cheshire cat as his gaze sought out the boy’s own blue gaze. “Her? You want to find something that’ll impress the ladies?” His tone had picked up a bit of humor, entertainment from what this kid was just trying to do. Was he trying to bring home flowers for her? For god’s sake, he needed to help this child. So, he surveyed the boy briefly before stepping back and playfully bowing to the boy, his large wings spread at his sides as he swooped down. “The name’s Sunjata. I can help you impress her if that’s what you’re looking for?” He questioned, pulling up to his full height and returning his wings to his sides, his lips forming a smug and almost comical grin as he looked upon the boy. Oh, this was going to get good. Perhaps the child was too young to learn the simple pleasantries in life, but if Jata knew one thing, it was the way hormones struck. And they often struck hard. If impressing a girl he liked was something he wanted to do, Sunjata would be more than willing to help him. "Talk." RE: getting sick of predictable - Gawen - 11-14-2016
RE: getting sick of predictable - Sunjata - 11-14-2016 Sunjata
Sunjata watched as the child puffed up like an angry cat, his feathers and fur poking out on end as he began to argue with the blue bird. Instead of growing angry like the man usually did, he simply cocked his head and waited for the child’s charade to be over with. He spouted off what sounded like nonsense to Jata, and all the man could do was let a small gruff chuckle escape his lips. “… Yeah, sure. Whatever those are. Yeah.” He admitted, refraining from simply laughing at the madness the child spoke of. Back in Korofi, nearly nothing grew wild aside from the trees that thrived despite the seasons. So he waited as the child’s demeanor completely changed. “I’m Gawen!” Sunjata began to file the information away, his laughter and smile slowly shifting to a smirk. Where to start? There were so many things. Being a prince of his house back home, he had learned formalities and how to please them in courting. However, Sunjata had been eager to learn how to please them in other ways – and it often involved channeling the inner man and instinct. He could put on a face of civility, but deep down in the heightened intensities of love making is where he found himself as a brazen warrior. “Well, Gawen. What does she like? What is she like?” He began to question, kneeling down on his navy knees to lower himself among the snow – to be closer to the child’s height. His gaze looked to him, greedy for information despite the fact it was a child. He wanted to learn how other creatures lived, what they thought and what they did. And children were always honest, right? So he folded his wings across the snow, creating a tiny amount of shelter among his legs as he listened to Gawen. “And just how do you want to impress her? Is this a first date sort of thing?” He patiently asked as well. "Talk." RE: getting sick of predictability - Gawen - 11-14-2016
RE: getting sick of predictability - Sunjata - 11-14-2016 Sunjata
As he listened, his navy rimmed ears swooped and swayed to what Gawen said. He seemed passionate, interested, and dare he think ‘willing to do anything’ to get to know this girl. Yet, he still didn’t seem to know much about the girl he seemed to be obsessed with. So, with his wings flat against the snow, he nodded along listening. The child spoke of snowdrops, learning of uses and what not for the plant he still wasn’t sure if it was real or not. So he pondered for a moment, lips pulling together in a tight line as he thought. If the lady was of the healing kind, he remembered them being easily persuaded and push overs from back home. If things served right, the girl was just like that. In Sunjata’s youth, he had done many things to try to sway and snag the ladies’ attentions. If he came across a healer type, the only thing that really captured their attention was wounds from battle. In Sunjata’s mind, courage. He needed Gawen to understand that if he really wanted the girl to obsess over him, what better than to have her tend to some wounds? Sure, he could learn and know of all the herbs that would heal him himself, but what good would that do when you could have a lady swooning over your body, patching you up after a good long day of sparring? So he mulled over his thoughts some, before seeking out the amber colt in front of him. “I mean, you could do that. But you need to be… Whats the word for it?” He grumbled, still trying to get used to all the words Helovian’s spoke. “Moedige…” He hummed at first under his breath. “Ah! Courageous. You need to not be shy. Just go up to her and talk. Take her on adventures. Fight for the lady. That’ll definitely get you some points in her book.” He offered the boy another Cheshire smile. “You don’t want to be pushed around, Gawen.” He noted, his tone becoming somewhat serious. Sure the boy could be a nerd, but that wouldn’t do him any good when a good strong warrior came to swoop his woman from beneath his wing, now would it? "Talk." Moedige - courageous |