| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None
& Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None
M.E. |
Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
He returns to the broken nest.
It lies upon the arch of his neck, tangled in his mane.
“Ka’Mate,” he breathes, and it responds; nothing more than a warbling little chirp deep within its crooked throat, for it has been trained so quickly to keep quiet, quiet. “Hushhhh,” Reginald coos, and it responds again, and the warble in its throat has diminished almost completely.
It learns well. Ka’Mate.
His Ka’Mate.
He isn’t sure why he has decided to return to this wretched, glorious battlefield of conquest. It’s not until he gazes down upon the traces of red—very faint, all that was left of the tattered, one-breasted remains of the harpy bitch—that he feels a tug of disappointment, and he understands, finally, why Ka’Mate would have benefitted to come here. “…I’m sorry,” he purrs, disappointment clear in his vocals; Ka’Mate stumbles its way along the line of Reginald’s neck, coming to rest atop the poll of the grey master. “…I meant to feed you here. Something real. Something good for you.” Rabbits are fine fare for a growing raptor—yet he had wanted something grand for Ka’Mate to sink into, something that would have completed the cycle once and for all.
No matter.
He turns away, and Ka’Mate’s eyes are yanked from a sight that had been mesmerizing; a sharp cry escapes a heavy black beak (”Hush, hush,”) that falls quickly out of volume—learning quickly, attuned to the grey master. Reginald is enthralled. Ka’Mate’s hunger drives to him; he can feel it pulsing within his mind, a burning curiosity and rage boiling in a manner that he understands so well. He nearly laughs in delight for this strange new sensation—this connection that has been forged in blazing sparks and iron. They are one.
“…here,” Reginald says, coming upon the remains of a splintered tree, a scattered nest. “Here is where you were laid,” he explains, wondering if Ka’Mate would understand. The chick peers from its place in black locks, blinking dully down upon things that make no sense, which it doesn’t care for. It garbles in the back of its throat (”Hush, hush,”) which instantly quiets down; he grows impatient and starving, and Reginald can feel it across their bond. The Grey-Eye’d prince chuckles. “Of course,” he says, turning away. “We shall hunt--“
Cheep, cheep, cheep.
He stops.
It is faint—buried, he realizes, by a sand that retains warmth. His heart flutters for a moment, wondering--daring to wonder the possibility. Ka’Mate does not understand these things. It does not care. It shifts uneasily from its spot atop Reginald’s head as the hulking beast begins to search around the broken nest, for signs of something he does not dare himself to wonder.
Cheep, cheep, cheep.
It does not take him long.
Sand had been blown atop its face, and so it was hidden from a nonobservant eye—yet he can discern the sublte gleam of an egg atop the surface of the sand. He wastes no time; Ka’Mate is almost thrown forwards in Reginald’s haste, and he forgets to keep quiet; he squawks angrily. Reginald forgets to reprimand it. He is busy with an egg that he frees from sand, and a clicking and tapping he hears inside the shell.
Cheep, cheep, cheep!
A crack appears.
@[Arrakk]
[Hatching thread for KA'ORA]
"talk talk talk"
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day1953@pbase
--Please tag REGINALD in every reply!
--All force is allowed to be used against this character!
"What do you have there, son?"... is what Arrakk would have loved to ask the big young stallion, in a confident and nonchalant way that would suggest that he wasn't very interested (even though he nearly imploded from curiosity) and that the conversation was merely a politeness from his part as it was really not his style to be lurking about, spying on other people's business.
Alas... He didn't have the confidence to say anything. Instead the tall, awkwardly built unicorn remained in his hiding place in a dense shrub some distance away from the remains of the bird - and subsequently from the colt - lurking and bashing himself for being such a wuss that the sound of footsteps had made him jump for cover. That his shelter was less than adequate to hide someone of his height or pallid coloration completely slipped his mind. Arrakk was used to being ignored, so much so that he had this childish notion that if he remained quiet and still and didn't speak, others would simply pass him by and leave him alone.
Usually it worked, but it was very hard to maintain that low profile when something interesting clearly was going on up ahead. Knobbly knees rustled the leaves of the thicket as he shifted his weight back and forth, and without being fully conscious of it the unicorn craned the neck higher and higher to peer over the lush foliage, almost as thrilled by the faint tapping sound as the young brute.
That his antlers (about the only thing on his lanky, skinny body that actually looked impressive) and a good part of the spotted nose became clearly visible was more than he knew. He was far too enthralled by the digging and the appearance of an egg; how exciting! Arrakk had never seen the hatching of an egg before, it positively gobbled up his attention and left room for nothing else.
@[Reginald]
| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None
& Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None
M.E. |
Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
It is Ka’Mate who notices the scrawny spec of a stallion in their midst, for Reginald is too preoccupied by the tap tap tap! from inside a shell newly unearthed, a treasure he hadn’t anticipated, a jewel he would have surely expected to be crushed and destroyed had he known about it.
The scene plays before him, just as it had before; a fracture appears on the smooth shell, widening like spindly hands across the smooth surface of marble, or ivory. The cracks widen, and deepen, and from within he can hear the cheep cheep cheep! that reminds him powerfully of Ka’Mate’s birth—and yet, also casts a new shadow in his mind, a new memory that feels so novel, a wave that moves in differently, shifts his core once more. Ka’Mate shares a spark that Reginald feels every moment in his life, and when the chick had hatched, Reginald could feel the kindling of a new type of flame, yet a flame nonetheless—and the Grey Eye’d prince knows flames well.
He sees yet another black beak chipping away at the shell, and what he feels now is something completely different. Where Ka’Mata was nothing but blinding orange flames, mindless and powerful, this could only be described as water and moonbeams sliding down his throat, an oasis that blasts him with cool clarity that causes him to gasp—
CRAWGHK!!!
His ears pin; he turns his head sharply to Ka’Mate, to where the chick had traveled down his neck, settling on the point of one thick wither and shrieking a loud, coarse challenge. “Hush I said,” he spats at the chick, just now registering something wild ebbing from the fuzzy white thing that clutches with too-big talons to his skin. Narrowing his eyes, Reginald follows the bird’s gaze and the object of its excitement—and sees.
Ears are flattened fully against a powerful neck; eyes pierce like granite daggers; a wall of flame erupts in his chest, a wall that cannot be subdued by the tentative wave of life-giving water that emanates from a newborn chick still trapped within its shell. “Who are you.” Stones and snake-hiss rattles in his throat, angry with this bag of presumptuous bones that dares to intrude upon his business, his victory and his discovery.
He waits for the words of a scrawny stallion; he wonders if such a weak-looking thing is capable of speech.
@[Arrakk]
"talk talk talk"
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day1953@pbase
--Please tag REGINALD in every reply!
--All force is allowed to be used against this character!
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