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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 1:05 pm
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Svadilfari was growing tired of following the lingering scent of her. For all he knew she was merely yards ahead of him, but his damned eyes could not find her. For what felt like a week, he had left his scent and marked his presence in the earth and trees. His horns could not be sharper, and his tail was beat up from slashing through low brush. It was a terrible dance, and he felt like they were running in circles just close enough to smell each other but not for him to see her. While he was growing angry, he was also growing desperate and seemingly resentful. Eventually she would just have to stand before him and present herself if her intentions were true. Svadilfari filled with pride, dreaming of passing down his bloodline, the strength and viciousness of the Kalona. He would stop at nothing to continue his line, continue the species. If she was as strong as she smelled, there would be no problems at all. Unless he couldn't find her. Or see her. "Just show yourself already, I'm growing quite weary of this dreadful courtship and it has yet to even begin." Svad grumbled, pushing through a patch of brambles, back out into the open plains. And if he wasn't mistaken, her piercing eyes glared at him from across the field, as green and as vivid as lime emeralds. The rest of the world was greys, but her eyes were there, and staring back at his own. "Finally..."
wc: 254
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 3:27 pm
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He was glad to hear that her lineage was throughly kalona, it deepened his dreaming and plotting. Svadilfari pushed the thoughts to the side and watched the mare before him as her expressions flickered. His eyes narrowed as she mentioned being tainted by unicorn blood, a small tang of pain fluttering through him. "My size gives me great speed and the ability to fly for quite a distance." He felt slightly off guard. No one had ever commented on his size, most of his family seemed to be normal sized compared to this behemoth of a female. He almost shuddered to think of meeting the rest of her herd. If she was nearly a head taller than he, her father must be at least two. He did not like the odds. Even he knew when he could be bested. He almost felt the pain radiating from her eyes as she told of her herd. He had heard of her family, not by name but by the great battle. His family lived in the snowy mountains, where he was blinded by the snow. He would never tell her this, of course, as it was quite a disadvantage to see only in muted tones. "I have not heard of your herd. Although failure only comes because of endeavors, and for that they are honored guests with the raven mocker." Svadilfari had not intended for his words to sound so nice. But they did, so he set to even the moment by bearing his fangs with a growl. wc: 258
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 5:37 am
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Svadilfari could tell she was weary of him, not in a fearful way, of course not, but in a stone wall sort of gesture. He knew he could break through it, if only she would give him more time. He hoped she would, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his gut. Svadilfari would call it excitement, but he knew that was a lie. It was unfiltered and total interest in this female, if not for her lineage, then for her companionship and possible friendship. He could tell she was toying with him, and wondered if she was just biding her time to find some way to escape his presence. Many had done so before, it would not surprise him if she did. It did not disturb him that she so quickly dismissed their maker, as he had time and time again. The words that had fallen from his muzzle were merely gestures, things he had heard others say. "Call me as you wish, but I was given the name Svadilfari. If it twists your tongue too much, Svadi will be fine. Although I would love to hear your unsuitable names, I imagine you've thought of many in these moments passed." He gave a toothy grin, stretching his wings and allowing himself to relax. A little bit. "And princess, what do I call thee? Hard To Find, Hidden in the Shadows? Or do you prefer She Who Walks with Giants?"
wc: 245
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