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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
Heat wrapped around the buckskin steed, as comforting as a blanket, though he does not think of it in this way. He presses forward at a steady trot, ignoring the discomfort this causes to his cheek and mouth. From afar he looks normal, a simple gold and shadow unicorn. Those who come closer, however, will see the source of his pain. The ebon horn that he bears has grown wrong, curving down on the left side over his eye, piercing through the flesh of his cheek and coming out through his mouth, the tip hanging from between his lips like a fang. The white scarring that surrounds the place where the horn has grown into his face adds to the stag’s grotesque appearance. Lynx is well aware of how he looks, and wonders if he truly wishes to meet with another being. For that is why he is here, jogging across the hot sand in search of the one who rules this land. He has found the warmth of the desert soothes his wounded flesh, and seeks to gain permission to stay.
His pace slows as he nears a small oasis, little more than a puddle really, and the stallion lowers his head to the hot, brackish water. A grimace crosses his face as the old injury twinges, and he can taste the familiar tang of blood. Eating is even more difficult, as shown by his thin frame. It is yet another reason Lynx normally chose to remain solitary, to avoid the looks of pity he knew he would receive from those who could look past his deformity.
A few mouthfuls later he looks up, scenting the air for another’s presence. There is nothing. He snorts, impatient, and resumes his trot. Eventually he will find someone of importance, or they will find him. He knows that this desert is home to a lake, odd as that is, and if he can find it then he will find others, hopefully the one he seeks. The faintest breeze brings the far off smell of grass to him, and he veers towards it. Soon he will have his answer.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 8 |
| Epona |
L E A N D E R
The cold grasp of Frostfall air clung to mahogany wings. The massive golden stallion glided in the air over his home, making his way back from his usual patrol of the Threshold. This time he brought home no newcomers, and a look of contempt laced his noble features. His meeting of the equine mare Insanity and the cocky boy Ricochet had left him annoyed. The lady had been pleasant enough, but the young buckskin was as loud-mouthed as they came. It had reminded him how little he really knew of the other herds, especially the Foothills. It was time for him to find out where they stood with the insolent Ricochet's herd. Gods knew they didn't need anymore enemies with Mauja and his brooding group. Even the crisp blue of the sky couldn't temper the worries he felt.
White rimmed pools cast downward, catching a foreign scent and a dusty form below. A stallion, colored the same ruddy hue as the boy in the Threshold. Sooty ears almost began to lay down on his skull, but closer inspection revealed that the stranger was not the equine he suspected. It was distinctly Unicorn, not of the Throat, but with a strange, black shape twisting about its face. Was that really a horn? Russet feathers shifted, sending Leander abruptly to the sandy floor. He connected with the land a short distance in front of the odd brute, his warm gaze full of curiosity. He let himself study the stallion's horn for a moment longer. Deformed. That was the primary word that came to mind. For the bony appendage was kinked through the stranger's face unlike any other Unicorn he'd ever seen. It was a far cry from Faelene's long and shining dagger. Normally, he would have been suspicious of a Unicorn buck entering his home, but this one's horn looked much less capable. Silently, he wondered what the other Unicorns must have thought of this lad. Did they shun him?
"Hello sir. And Welcome to the Dragon's Throat." With somewhat sated interest, the palomino spoke the familiar greeting, bowing his bare crown with respect. The introduction may have been a bit more careful, though, as newcomers did not often enter their borders without escort. He didn't think this lone and abnormal horned would want to cause trouble, but it was not entirely out of the question. "I am Leander. May I ask what brings you to our land?"
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
Beating wings churned the air noisily, alerting the buckskin to the new stallion’s approach. The pegasus was landing, having presumably noticed the stranger from far above and decided to investigate. Understandable, wise even, for it was doubtful that this desert land saw many lone travelers. Still, he resented the way golden eyes lingered on his twisted horn, the lessening suspicion that meant he believed the deformed unicorn to be less of a threat. As if he couldn’t whirl around and kick that expression off the winged creature’s face. His own orbs hardened, no longer as welcoming as they may have been previously. Lynx hated being underestimated.
Finally, the dark palomino remembered manners and spoke, welcoming the cursed stag to this land and introducing himself. At least there was still the hint of wariness in his tone, voice implying that this lone unicorn may still be dangerous. The yellow stag allowed some of his anger to fade, appeased by the acknowledgement and the lowered head. This gold being had probably been unaware of his earlier social missteps, it was common enough. Few were openly rude on purpose, merely surprised by the unusual disfigurement. Lynx silently forgave the stallion, though bitterness still lingered in his mind.
Now, he needed to reply to Leander in some way. Speaking would be the obvious solution, but a searing knife of agony ripped through the old wound as soon as the buckskin opened his mouth. Knowing that the pain must show on his features, Lynx ceased the attempt at forming words. He should have known better anyway, he had been unable to communicate verbally ever since the ebon spear had pierced down into his mouth. Uncertain of how to get his intentions across to the pegasus, he let his skull dip slightly in apology and waited. Perhaps his new companion would figure out the cause of his silence and think of way in which the two could converse.
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 8 |
| Epona |
L E A N D E R
In silence, Leander could only grasp what emotions he thought he saw passing the buckskin's disfigured face. Fortunately, he'd gotten rather good at it, after his time with Faelene. How her face loved to betray her words sometimes. His own face was often statuesque with a mask of polite amity; a trained skill which he learned over years as a rather volatile loner. It was often better to keep your own whims locked up in the presence of strangers, so he'd learned, but in the present case, this idea was completely useless.
It looked as the the ebon locked stallion was trying to speak, but a pained look was all he had. Gold orbs trailed down to the boy's lips, finally noticing the sharp end curl of horn jutting from between them. Both concern and intrigue lit up his own aureate facade as he slowly pieced the situation together. It appeared that this buck's horn really had grown through his very head. Did that make it impossible for him to speak? He certainly didn't seem frightened or shy. "Can you speak, sir? Just shake your head if you cannot."
That was certainly a question he couldn't remember ever asking anyone before. What would he do if this stranger couldn't talk? Finding out what his business was here would be incredibly difficult. Even though he was clearly unicorn, he did not smell of the ex-Edge, not the damned scent that Faelene so proudly wore. It was unlikely that this stranger was a spy, though not impossible. Taking another step towards the boy with folded wings, Leander went on. If this stallion could at least understand him, they might be able to make some progress. "Do you seek acceptance into the herd?"
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
Lynx
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The pegasus grasps the problem much sooner than Lynx had hoped, and he shakes his head at the question. It is a relief to find someone willing to play the ‘yes or no’ game that is the only way the speechless stag can communicate. It is a slow method, but he has yet to discover a more effective manner of conversing. The next question results in a nod, and again he thinks of how fortunate it is that he has been found by an intelligent herd member, rather than one who would still be waiting for audible words. There is nothing to do now but wait for a decision to be made. Leander will either find him worthy or turn him away, and Lynx makes no move to influence the light colored stallion.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness, I wanted to post something but didn't really have the muse for it.
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 8 |
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L E A N D E R
In a strange puzzle of give and take, ivory rimmed eyes lay intently on the stallion. His questions seemed to have struck the right mark, and the wordless boy answered him with gestures of the head. Another pang of sympathy twinged his chest at the situation. He couldn't help wondering how difficult life must be for the ailed unicorn. How had he survived so long in such solitude? What was it like to live with no voice? He could not imagine life without the ability to communicate verbally. It seemed as though much of his own personality was conveyed as much through words as it was through actions.
Acceptance did seem to be what the silent buck wanted. A cold wind stroked his folded wings and played with the snow along his feet as Leander wondered what Kri would think of the boy. He forced a smile onto his dark velvets despite his frenzied thoughts. "I think you will make a fine addition to the herd, sir. If you'll walk with me, I will take you to my leader, Kri. She will need to accept you officially." He spoke with steady reassurance, wondering what the stranger must be thinking. Surely, this experience must be difficult for him, without the use of speech. Turning slightly and beginning a slow walk into the interior, Leander called out. "Kri!
[ooc: That's okay! ;) Kri may take a bit longer to respond, but I will see if Boom can go ahead and update Lynx to a Throat member for you.]
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Nefertari
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"talk talk talk"
The graceful little yearling had made it her mission to follow her father around and learn as much from him as she possibly could. Now, she had been wandering around, since her father had flown off somewhere, and she found herself far from the known area she'd explored. Unworried, she had continued on until she spotted a unicorn stag-- and her father! She galloped over, mane and tail flowing, and then slid to a stop next to the big stallion. "Hello, daddy!" Her soprano tones chimed out into the air, directing the words to Leander even while she stared with open curiosity at the unicorn. And then she giggled and stepped closer, peering at him. "What's that? It's like Montague's, only... Cooler." She whinnied, staring up at his horn with admiration and wonder in her eyes.
She bounced slightly on her hooves, hyper. She was excited, happy; she loved to explore, loved to find out new things, and this stallion intrigued her. More so because of his twisted horn and his size than anything else. She wondered if he was going to stay in the herd. Tilting her head, she moved a little closer to her, mindful of how aggressive her father had gotten last time she'd gotten close to an unknown stag. Though, Montague hadn't been aggressive-- he'd been concerned for her wellness. He'd let her lay beside him to keep her warm, so she didn't freeze in the snow-- though if she had, it would have been her fault for running off without Leander. Her intense body heat radiated off of her, the snow melted beneath her hooves. She started to wonder if she would get in troubel for wandering so far... But she'd been bored! Amenhotep had been sleeping all day and she'd woken early, at dawn, ready to explore the herdlands.
She caught sight of his muzzle and paused in her bouncing, feeling the smile slide from her features. A frown of concern plastered itself firmly onto her features, and she looked back at her father, a silent question in her eyes. 'Can we help him?' Her big blue eyes were sad at the pain the poor stag must have been suffering-- the innocent little girl hated seeing anyone in pain.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
Lynx
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He nodded to show his assent and paced alongside the sooty stallion, ears pricked for the approach of this Kri that apparently lead here. A female did indeed come galloping up, but it was obvious that this little flicka was not the herd monarch. She skidded to a halt, eyes focused on his twisting horn even as she greeted Leander as her father. Odd, the two didn’t smell similar beyond the feather scent of their wings. It was not his job to judge though, and the whiteling was commenting on his bizarre curse. Yet she did not call it such, rather stating that it was ‘cool’. Her gaze held no hint of the disgust and pity that so often resulted when one saw his mangled face, filled with a kind of faint awe instead. It was a welcome change, and Lynx even lowered his head to allow her a better look. He had never been close to a foal before, preferring seclusion, but this joyful filly intrigued him. Were all foals so open? Perhaps he could spend time among them then, rather than feel the heavy stares of adults. Acceptance was so much better than the barely veiled tolerance so many others had shown him due to his disfigurement.
That brilliant smile disappeared when she noticed the jutting black tip resting between his lips. He prepared himself mentally for the scorn that must surely follow, but it was concern that expressed itself, a desire to help. Again this girl had managed to surprise him. He offered her a small smile, hoping it didn’t look too gruesome. She had turned to her sire though, and he allowed the smile to fade. Probably for the best anyway, with the fanglike protrusion and his thick scarring likely to turn the kind gesture into a frightening grimace.
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 8 |
| Epona |
L E A N D E R
Instead of getting an answer from his leader, Leander was greeted by the thrum of hoof-beats rushing through the snow. It was little Nefertari, her coat a white blur as she rushed towards him and the buckskin stallion. Again she adressed him as her sire, and a humbled smile tersed his lips. He didn't have time to respond before the filly's attention shifted to the horned stranger. She made her thoughts aloud, obviously curious about the twisting bone over the boy's face, and the smile on his own maw faded. Silently, he hoped his new daughter's audacity would not be taken in offense.
Surprisingly, the stranger seemed unperturbed by Nefertari's boldness. Gold eyes watched as the other stallion dropped his head. Soon, his small charge seemed to realize the problem with the sandy hued male's horn. Her attentive blue gaze looked up at him, worry on her dainty features. "This gentleman doesn't seem to be able to talk, sweetheart. I think he can understand us just fine though. He wants to be accepted into our herd, so we must find Kri." Pale traced pools glanced from his foster child to the stranger, a look of hopefulness lacing his profile. He thought Kri would have no problem giving this stallion a welcome into their home, but his lack of speech could certainly pose a problem. With a wrinkled brow, the sooty charger began to think about a way to communicate more easily with the unfortunate Unicorn as he stepped through the snow. "I would like to find a name to call you by, sir. Is there anyway you can show me your name, or would you like Nefertari and I to try and find a nickname to give you, for the time being?" The question he posed the the dark maned brute would probably not be easy for him to answer. Leander could only hope that he might have a way of relaying his name to them.
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Nefertari
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"talk talk talk"
The tall filly turned back to the unicorn stag and smiled again, fluttering her wings. At her father's words, she frowned, and then beamed, whirling around to look up at her dad. "I'll go find her, if you want, daddy!" She cried, smiling back and forth at her father and the stag. She swished her little tail and stamped a hoof, wanting to go and get Kri as fast as she could, so that her new friend could be accepted into the herd and she could play with him and maybe even get help for him. "I could get her and be back really fast, I promise! And about his name..." She paused. "Could you maybe draw something in the snow that represents it? Like this?" She used her hoof to draw a small shape, bearing some resemblance to a star- like the ones in the sky. "Mother always said that our job was to guide the lost to their destinations. She said always be kind to those who deserve kindness, and love those in need of love. 'It's like the stars, Neffy,' she'd say. 'They guide us.'" Sadness filled her face as she spoke, until two tears trickled down her face and fell into the snow. "So that's what I try to do. It's not hard, really. Like with you!" She said, looking at Lynx. "You're nice, and you're cool-- I think so, anyways-- and I'm sure you've been shunned because lots of adults are mean. But my daddy isn't, and Kri isn't either. They're nice too. You'll see-- you'll have a home here same as anyone. And I'll help you out, and if anyone's mean, they'll have to answer to me!"
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15 :: 5 |
| Shoikan |
Lynx
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Lynx issued an irritated snort at the stallion’s words. Of course he understood them! He was mute, not an idiot. Still, the two pegasi were being quite accepting so far, and he allowed the matter to slide. He would just have to prove his intelligence to them later. For now, Leander had asked him to relay his name. The buckskin was uncertain on how to achieve this, until the snowy flicka offered the solution of drawing. Still, he was no artist, and there was no way to tell if these desert-dwellers even knew what a lynx was. He watched as she demonstrated by tracing a crude star. Then a story of her mother began, sorrow filling her expression. Was her mother dead? Uncertain of how to react, he tentatively nudged at her neck, careful to use the right side rather than the easily aggravated left. She brightened up soon anyway, offering to stand up for him should he be treated cruelly. It was a funny thought, but he found that he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
Carefully he began to sketch out a feline shape in the snow. Large paws, tufted ears, short tail, and spots distinguishing it from most other cats, or so he hoped, though the drawing was abstract. More the idea of a lynx than the actual image. It didn’t much matter to him if the rough figure was recognized or not anyway. As long as he was granted with a name, he didn’t mind if it was his true moniker or not.
OOC: You guys can either use his actual name or make one up, whichever you'd prefer. :)
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L E A N D E R
It seemed that his way with words was not perfect lately. Just as he had unintentionally intruded on the question of the Foothill's military with Svetlana, his own honest words ended up bothering the buckskin Unicorn. The stallion let out an annoyed sound as Leander told Nefertari that he thought the stranger could understand him. Well, it seemed that his assumption was correct. Still, he could not blame the unfortunate boy, for his horn seemed to cause him pain, likely in more ways than one.
Little Nefertari certainly took a quick liking to the dark maned brute, and though he was always unnerved when he saw her be so open with strangers, her sweet words lightened the mood. She had nothing but innocence in her heart, it seemed. The gold stag hoped she'd never have to lose her forward, loving nature. If he could, he'd make sure she never would. "You don't need to look for Kri, love. She will be here soon enough, don't worry. Besides, I think our friend here would like it if you stayed. I think you might be better at communicating with him than I am." He glanced to the other stallion with a smile, noticing how the two seemed to connect. He was charming, but his nature was often more appealing to mares.
His new daughter's suggestion seemed agreeable for the buck, for he started to illustrate his name in the ground. Leander watched carefully, stepping closer to the drawing in the footing. It was feline, clearly, though of what kind, he was confused. Silently, he began to recall all of the felines he'd seen. It was not a mountain lion, like the crazy mare Histe's, nor a tiger, for it lacked the distinct stripes. It was smaller, with a stubby tail. The image was familiar, for he had seen such cats in his old land. Bobcat? No, that wasn't a true name. With a questioning gaze, he looked to the dusty charger. "Is your name Lynx?"
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