Name: Haborym Meaning: Hebrew synonym for "Satan," or the Great Duke of Hell Origin: Hebrew Special Markings: Wings, Stripes, Streaked Hair Coloring: Lime Green, Black. Mate:Lelandi Mating Link:Here Children:Midori, Wallace Biography: Haborym is a mean, green fighting machine. He's half hate, half genious, and aaaaall crazy. This boy has a love for Kalona blood as thick as any other pure kalona out there, but on the flipside, had a love for... Experimenting. Of course, he's bred with those from the purest of lines, but he's also dabbled a bit with a new concept; a super-race. A breed as strong and fierce as the Kalona, but with the added perk of another species thrown in. For example; a Kalona that could change its size as a flutter could? Or one that could heal like a unicorn? The possibilities were endless! However, with every good idea comes failure, at least once along the line. The stallion's Kalona mate hunted with their children and taught them to fend for themselves during the day, and he taught them to fight at night. Daytime was his time to woo unexpecting mares. He'd ask of their lineage and their ability; only the finest would do, after all. For those he found suitable, he would court, and he would play his little games until they bore his young. Being at least a little bit conscious, he let the mares and offspring live. The first mare, a flutter, bore two fillies. One had no wings at all, and the other had wings like its mother and only the horns of his breed. The second mare was a wind, and also bore two girls. Neither had any Kalona traits at all, and neither had wings. Midori was born of this attempt. He had others, all failures. One mare, though, she was special. She was of the purest of unicorn lines, and her coat was the purest of whites. Her hair hung down to the ground, but never seemed to tangle. Her blue eyes sparkled even without sunlight, and her voice was as smooth as the blood of a fresh kill. Some may have thought the rigid old Kalona loved her, and they'd have been right. The mare, Etnel, bore two children. One was a stillborn filly, the other was Wallace. Haborym immediately became consumed by the thought of his son, and left his Kalona mare to become a full-time father and tutor to the foal. Etnel taught him of the kindness of nature and the ways of the Unicorn, while Haborym took him on "adventures" to teach him of the Kalona. They'd fight, hunt, and look down upon other breeds, all in secret from the boy's mother. Her services were still needed, after all. Shortly after Wallace reached adulthood, Haborym conjured the most ingenious plan, or so he'd thought. He told the boy that to prove his dedication and his love to his Kalona blood, he needed to go out and fetch the one living thing he loved most. The unikalona would then need to kill and devour its still warm body. Haborym had expected his son to leave and return prepared to fight. Wallace did leave, but when he returned, he had something completely different in mind. Upon the hybrid's return, the Kalona felt something was amiss. His son's face and hooves were covered in blood, his horn dripping with it. In his mouth was a horn, the purest of whites one could imagine. Haborym immediately realized what had happened, and nearly killed his son, but let him go. The blood of his only love was too precious to lose a second time. He took Etnel's horn to the two-legged slave the Kalona herd kept, and claimed it was a souvenir of the best kill he'd ever eaten. Nobody questioned it. RP Color:#34b743 RPs:A New Day, A New Land, A New Story, Evangeline and Haborym
Breedings 1. Available 2. Avalable 3. Available
Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:41 pm
RPs of his, copied here.
Heavy hooves fell drearily upon the earth in a steady rhythm. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. One-two, three-four, stop. A calm, deep breath entered through the mouth and was held for moments before being released. Black, piercing eyes scoured the surroundings. Everything was barren, save for a tree here and there. Everything was quiet, dark, and empty. Nobody was out, and nobody was hiding. He'd have heard their hearts beating. He'd have smelled their fear. He'd have known, no doubt.
Haborym had unknowingly wandered to the edge of The Great Plains of the Soquili lands. The Kalona had been searching, tracking, finding his latest obsession; his newest desire, his son. A head start, he'd called it. He didn't let the beast go out of love; that would have been pathetic. It wasn't his son, it was a monster, and it had to be dealt with. The world had to be rid of it. It needed to be cleansed of the impure blood. Anything to rationalize what he'd done, what he'd created. Anything to fix his mistake.
The darkness didn't bother the stallion; he enjoyed it. His faulty eyes burned in the light, and his other senses shined in its absence. Nose and ears leading the way, the steady rhythm began again. One-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, pause. A breath in through the nose, a swivel of the ears. One-two, three-four...
The night had been full of easy travel. It was dry, it was flat, and though it was frigid, his muscles did not feel tense or achy. His steady pace had led him through the plains and to the edge of something he'd never encountered before. The ground was soft, the dirt seemed to have a silky texture. It was something Haborym did not understand, and he was unsure of how to continue. With his need to think came a need to eat, and he settled on the edge of the plains and the desert and waited, unsure of the creatures that may come along. After some hours, he caught something that appeared to be a rabbit, only bigger... And it had... Antlers? It didn't matter, the meat was tender and plenty for a fresh meal.
After eating, the stallion decided it was only natural for him to press on. His cloven hooves sunk into the soft, golden sands, and his eyes quickly began to squint at every breeze as it pushed grains of sand toward his face. Curses left his lips every time this happened, and the stallion thought perhaps it would be easier to rest by day and travel by night. The heat pounded onto his wings and there was seemingly no shade or shelter. After a few moments of thought, Haborym lay between two dunes, which provided little shade, but shade enough to not let him be scorched by the sun's rays.
That night was something Haborym had never experienced before. How was it that a place as hot and fiery as this could become so frigid, just from the lack of sun? It was so dry and so cold. His mouth tasted of sand and his fangs were full of grit. It angered the Kalona more than it should have; perhaps the dehydration or the heat had gotten to him. He sneered as he moved forward, angry at his hooves sinking, angry at the sand hitting his face, and angry at the path he'd taken. Surely there was another way. Surely his senses had led him astray. He had gotten too emotionally involved, too upset, too weak. Anger caused his legs to move faster and his heart to beat louder. He had to continue on.
Few hours passed and his angry pace fell to a gasping trot. His mouth dry and his body exhausted, the stallion didn't appear able to go on. The soft sand had gradually turned to cracked, dry earth. Here there was foliage new to Haborym's eyes, and he approached it with caution. A hairy-looking thing with a greenish hue stared at him. He knew if it was green, it had to contain moisture. A sniff later, the stallion took a healthy chunk from the plant, only to be rewarded with what he could only compare to porcupine quills piercing his lips and his gums and tongue. The taste of blood soon filled his mouth and the sting of the cactus lingered as he spat the awful thing from his lips. He had found, it seemed, something as wretched as himself.
Haborym rolled his lips and bit at the spikes, loosening them from his skin one by one. Pushing his tongue against his wall of fangs, the stallion plucked more of the cactus from his flesh. When he removed as many of the thin straws as he was able to, the Kalona examined the plant again. The place he had bitten was fleshy and moist, and although he disliked the idea, he needed water. A black tongue, dotted with blood, emerged from an equally black mouth. It dabbed at the cactus carefully; the slightly sweet taste mixed with his own blood was enough to make the male cringe. That'd have to do for now.
Six grueling days worth of travel seemed fruitless. Certain he'd been turned around several times, Hab was beginning to lose hope of ever getting out of that wasteland. He'd lived off of small creatures he'd never seen before, and the water from the plants made his stomach churn. Hallucinations became part of the norm, and his black eyes had a slight tinge of red. Irritation in his throat caused a hoarse cough; something that seemed unnatural. The Uunule Noyi Desert may soon have claimed another victim...
Stumbling forward, the determined beast grumbled. There was no way in hell he was going to let himself go out like this: pathetic and beaten by nothing more than a little heat and sand. Mustering every bit of strength he had left, he picked up his pace to a brisk walk. Mountains had been visible in the distance for quite some time. Mountains meant trees, trees meant water, water meant life. His heavy wings drooped, he was too weak to hold them upright. Had he not been so stubborn in the first place, he'd have flown over the whole mess and avoided feeling this way, but he felt as though every new experience was a learning experience. And learned, he had. The mountains weren't far, now. Perhaps another mile, two at most. That wouldn't be so unbearable.
When he reached the edge of the mountains, there were arrows, faintly etched into the rocks. The way looked well-traveled, and it seemed that where they pointed had less height. It was curious to the stallion. He'd never seen indications such as the arrows before, but he knew they must mean something. With little caution, he headed toward the mountain pass, relieved to find puddles scattered about. Lips pursed, he slurped the murky water, refreshed by the much needed moisture.
The sun was high in the sky by now, and the Kalona's eyes ached. He wandered a bit off the path and found a patch of dense brush. Moments later Haborym laid down behind it and covered his head with one of his wings. He'd rest until nightfall, and begin his journey through the mountains then. After finding food and more water, he could simply fly his way through them to the other side. Surely Wallace wouldn't stay there, mountains generally meant hunting grounds where he was from.
Darkness comforted the stallion. With darnkess came an advantage over most other living things. A small snap of a twig could make a rabbit's heart race, and the beats became as clear to the stallion's ears as the shriek they made when caught. In complete darkness, Haborym didn't need his eyes, and his other senses were heightened. He ate his kill in silence, only the sound of ripping flesh and crunching bones filled the air.
The meal was soon over and the stallion's head lifted. The moon was hidden from the land by an endless sea of clouds, and that's exactly how he liked it. Although flying could be dangerous for most in such darkness, the idea didn't bother him. His massive wings stretched and he smelled the air. There seemed to be a familiar scent tonight... He must be in the right place. Without another thought, Haborym took to the sky. The stallion kept low, his ears searching for a beating heart or breathing lungs. He didn't find any.
After a long night's search and much gliding just above the treetops, Haborym's wings grew weak. The sun began to peek behind the mountains he had avoided previously, and his eyes strained to find a place to rest. After a few moments, the stallion found a clearing just large enough to land in, and he took the opportunity to do so. Once on the ground, he let his wings hang and rest on the earth. He tilted his head from side to side to stretch his neck and stretched his legs.
As he finished his after-flight routine, the kalona closed his eyes and listened. There was a small amount of noise to one side of the clearing, and seemingly nothing on the other. The air smelled crisp and clean, and it lacked any fresh scents of others around. This would do for now. He veered away from the noises and made his way through some trees. Hab found a massive evergreen, something like he'd never seen before. Its lowest branches hung six feet from the ground and bent to meet the soil, making its own sort of cave. A perfect dwelling for one such as himself. He wedged his way between the branches and laid beneath the tree. His body was being stabbed by needles of the fur but it didn't bother him. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
.Evangeline
The First Encounter Name: Evangeline Species: Regular Link:Here Haborym's Thoughts: She looked wounded... For a moment I thought she would be a meal, but no such luck. But I may have an ally in this mare. Only time will tell.
Black eyes looked toward the sky in an attempt to search for the sun. It was hiding, it seemed, behind a thick, gray wall of puffy, shapeless clouds. The stallion found it nearly impossible to locate it in order to figure out the time of day, but he didn't care. He'd just awoken from his slumber and needed something to quench his thirst. Large, leathery wings were outstretched as the Kalona yawned, his yellowing fangs opening only to smash back together. Seemingly lifeless eyes scanned the forest in which Haborym was located. They were always alert, always searching. Searching for him. Silently, he made his way through the trees, his massive body more agile than it looked. His sensitive predator's ears heard running water, and that's where he was headed.
The white mare with blood looking markings was taking a couple sips from the small stream that ran through a very small part of the forest. Evangeline lifted her head to look around the semi dark forest.She slowly shook her head as she bent her head down towards the small stream.There wasn't a soul in sight,which didn't bother Evangeline. She kind of liked the loneliness some of the time,but she would've liked a little bit of company. Evangeline shrugged and went back to her little stream that didn't make much movement.
After reaching his destination, Haborym looked over the area. There was the smell of another, which had been apparent for some time before he'd reached the stream, and he dreaded the thought of another. But perhaps they had answers, maybe they'd seen or heard of his son. It was possible that they could lead him in the right direction. The white mare caught his eye, and he examined her from afar. From that distance, he was unable to tell if the markings were injuries or just color. If the mare was already injured, though, maybe he'd have a little snack. It'd been a while since he'd eaten, and that much meat could last him quite some time. Without speaking a word, he approached the stream and began to drink. He wanted to see the mare's reaction to having him in the area before he approached.
While being distracted with the slow moving stream she didn't notice the stallion wandering up the river to get a drink as well. Finally when Eva picked her head back up to look at her surroundings she noticed the black and green stallion. He had wings and huge hair with horns semi hidden in it. He didn't seem to spark too much interest in her,so she went back to drinking from the stream and watching the tiny bugs float around. Eva kept a small part of her vision watching him to see what he would do,if he was just coming and going or he wanted something from her.
Having satisfied his need for water, Haborym picked up his head and stretched his wings again. They hadn't been used much lately and were growing stiff tucked up onto his back. Remaining silent, he made his way to the mare, and noticed that the red along her back, chest, and face were merely markings, no different than his stripes. A small bit of disappointment entered his brain. He generally wouldn't kill a lesser unless they were already dying or if they provoked him. But there was still hope for dinner. Perhaps she would be rude or unhelpful to him. He had few questions for her, but figured he'd start off slow. "Hello." His voice was raspy and deep, the syllables broken.
Seeing the stallion move from the corner of her eye she didn't make any movement. She just wanted to see what he planned to do. Eva decided to just lift her head up and make eye contact with the male. She looked at his pure black eyes as he came towards her. Hearing his hello she thought of responding and well she did anyways. "Hi." Evangelines voice was very soft and sounded emotionless. She hoped the stallion wouldn't ask much or would love for her to talk.
Haborym raised a brow at the mare's reaction. She didn't seem to be afraid, stupid mare. He was much larger than her, and she was a lesser. She should know better. Oh well, that didn't matter. She could still have answers for him. "I'd like to ask you some questions." He waited for her response, his tail stabbing at the ground behind him absent-mindedly. As he waited, he shook his hair from one side of his neck to the other, and readjusted his leathery wings. A black feather falling from one caught the stallion's gaze, and he watched it fall to the ground.
He didn't scare her too much.He had just a bit more gear and a drive to kill. "Contuine." She responded to him.Eva was trying to battle her mind to figure out what he wanted. Help? Of course not,what help could he get from her? Her blank stare watched the stallion waiting for the questions to flow out of his mouth. Eva watched him toss himself around and fluff those large wings. Sadly there was nothing on her puny body besides some hair. She didn't want to be able to fight back anyways,what was the point? She had nothing here,its not like she had anything before anyways.
Her lack of speaking only made him curious about the mare. But it didn't matter, as long as she could speak. "Have you seen anyone in these lands who has markings like me? He'd be smaller, with white hair, and he'd have a single horn coming from his forehead." His voice seemed to only grow more raspy with every word. It sounded as if he were growling more than forming words. It was obvious that it was difficult for the stallion to speak, but he did it anyway. It was his only way to communicate, but always travelling alone meant the need for speech was scarce. He was uncertain if the mare could understand him, and he didn't want to have to repeat himself; his throat hurt from his desert experience a few days before.
Evangeline kept quiet so she could listen closely to the other.Thinking about it,he was only the third he's seen in these lands. "I'm sorry, I haven't." Eva shook her head in a responce."Why?" She asked quietly.The stallion sounded like he had a very large cold or he just talked that way. "You need some honey." Eva offered as she looked around at their surroundings and back.She wondered if he'd protect her or just let her die out here in the middle of the forest. Then again she remembered Zach telling her that this was all life or death.
The stallion's voice was always raspy, but the irritation in his throat caused it to be extreme. He was a mixture of angry and disappointed that the mare hadn't seen who he was looking for, but he didn't show any emotion toward her. "I..." He didn't know what to say. Surely he couldn't tell her that he was looking for his son, who had killed the only mare he'd loved, so that he could kill him. Another moment passed before he completed his answer. "I lost him." A slight bit of confusion hit the stallion when the mare spoke again. He'd never heard of that before. "What," he began, "is honey?"
Evangeline tilted her head slightly to the stallions reaction.He seemed to be hiding something."I'm sorry." She replied as the stallion seemed to be getting a bit agitated."I have just arrived to these lands,i don't know many." Eva said with most honesty. "I hope you find him." Eva wanted to laugh,but instead she just shooked her head."Honey is something bees make,it may help your throat feel better." Even if he seemed like one big bully by his appearance,maybe inside he was different than what he appeared to be.
He nodded at the mare, "Likewise, I believe this is where he went." Haborym had been tracking the stallion for years, finding him and getting in a small scuffle but being unable to finish the deed; to kill his masterpiece. Wallace was the success of his experiments. The only fruit of his careful planning. But it needed to be done, the boy's actions were unforgivable. The mare's slight compassion reminded the Kalona of the mare he once loved, years ago. He could feel his rage toward the halfbreed boiling inside of him, but he continued to be civil toward the lesser, allowing no signs of anger to show. Instead, he asked more about the honey. "What are you supposed to do with it? Wouldn't they just sting you?"
"I hope you find him." Eva replied softly as her eyes met his once again. She didn't want to see him suffer from the rough throat he had to go though. "They will unless you're good about getting it."She shook her head slowly."You eat it,it may help sooth that rough sore throat of yours." Eva hoped that he would take her kind offer.She turned slowly,"Do you need help finding him?"
"Thank you." His anger only grew more and more as he thought about the stallion, and exactly what would happen once he did. "And how are you supposed to be good at getting it?" He ignored her second question. Travelling with a lesser was out of the question. She'd simply slow him down, and she certainly wouldn't want to be there once Wallace was found. Nobody would want to be there then.
"...."She thought about it."Well.."Evangeline questioned herself about how you are suppose to.She shook her head slowly."I am not sure to be honest,it's just easy for me to get."Eva shrugged a little bit as she watched the stallion. What was he thinking?He seemed a bit off and he never answered her question."If you don't answer,then you'll never find the help to find him.Maybe I could help." She offered again,if he ignored her once more she'd just forget about it and drop it.
"And they don't sting you?" His voice rasped and he coughed from the irritation in his throat. Haborym tried not to get angry toward the mare, but couldn't help but snap a little. "You'd do nothing but slow me down, I travel by night in the air. You cannot fly. It'd be no use." He stopped himself there, as to avoid making any unneccesary remarks regarding her lesser blood. She could be useful with this honey of hers.
"I am friendly to them.I always give back."She admitted.Evangeline stared at him as he snapped a little bit back at her.Giving a slight shrug she started talking."Maybe."He was right,what use was she?She couldn't fly and she barely ran,there was no point."You got me there."Turning away she dipped her muzzle into the small stream once more.
He didn't understand what she meant. "What is there to give back? They're bees. They find their own flowers..." Haborym was surprised at the mare's lack of reaction. Any other he'd met would have gotten upset and cried or stormed off. He couldn't tell if she was strong, expected it, or if she just didn't care. Maybe she could be of help afterall... "I guess I could use some ground support... You know, just check in every so often." He needed to ensure she wouldn't tell Wallace he was looking for him should she run into him. The hybrid would uproot everything and flee again.
Evangeline looked at the stallion as she lifted her head from the stream."Maybe I plant flowers..?"She shook her head.She did love flowers,just like the time she stood in a field of them before the winter went and killed them all.She stood there for hours gazing at them."Changed mind." Nodding her head she started to speak again."Very well. I will."Eva would have to keep her eyes open just for this stallion.But,maybe it'll help in the long run.
Haborym raised a brow at the mare. Changed her mind? The bees could wait. "Well the thing is, he doesn't know I'm here. He probably knows I'm looking, but it'd be better if he didn't know I'm close. Do you understand? It's just sort of... Complicated." He spoke slowly, his voice low and broken. The stallion dipped his muzzle into the water, hoping the frigid liquid would soothe his aching throat.
Ah,that's what he wanted.Eva caught a sniff of what he somewhat wanted.Shrugging her shoulders a little bit she nodded her head."Alright." She would try her best helping this stallion find this other male."And if I do find him?"Eva agreed that she'd keep quiet on the situation if she did find him.
"Well... That's an excellent question. He's quite the talker, I'm sure he would give out information rather easily. I just can't imagine why he'd choose here. It doesn't make sense." He knew Wallace had his mother's talkative nature and friendly personality. Though he loved the mare dearly, she may be the boy's downfall. It was ironic, really.
Nodding slowly she listened.If she had a moment she'd probably raise her brow and say something really stupid,but she kept it all to herself."Hmm."Eva stared thinking a little bit."Maybe he's searching for you?"She questioned with a shrug."What's in it for me?"She asked with a blank face.She just wanted to see what he'd say and do about it.
Haborym couldn't help but smirk when the mare suggested the unikalona may be looking for him. He forced himself to be serious when he spoke again. "No, I don't think he would be. We had a falling out, you see. And you know how young adults can be... They get upset, say they never want to see you again, and leave." He continued to omit the part about wanting to kill his son. The stallion raised a brow at the mare's inquiry. It was refreshing to know that some beings here had their wits about them. "Well, your reward depends on your ability to produce, I suppose. What, exactly, would you be interested in?"
Evangeline nodded and gave it a little thought."I see.I have heard of that before."Eva hasn't seen her family in years,ever since that mate of hers murdered everyone in the land."Produce?"Shaking her head she looked up to him."Give me sometime to think it over and i'll get back to you,for now.."
He nodded in response to the mare's wishes. "I will give you seven moons' time. At the seventh moon, we can meet back here for your demands." Haborym bowed his head to the stream for one last drink, and after a few slurps of the frigid water, he picked his head up again and turned from the mare, not bothering to ask for her answer. He had a monster to hunt, after all.
Wind-battered wings stayed stiff against the air current, causing the attached stallion to glide seemingly effortlessly above the plains. A big, bright Unikalona could hardly hide here without being noticed, and even if Wallace wasn't here now, he may have been in the past, and the hybrid could very well wander through in the future. It would be good, Haborym thought, to gain some allies and scouts in all parts of the lands.
The cunning Kalona already had his story planned. "I strayed from my Kalona herd to be with a lesser," he would start, not entirely lying at first. "I was found out and hunted by the herd for my weakness," he'd continue. "When I heard them coming, I instructed Etnel to hide the children." By now, he figured, anyone with half a brain could figure out that Etnel was the lesser mare who'd won his heart. "The filly was caught and torn apart, as was my beloved... But Wallace, he survived. He smelled so much of Kalona, and his hair, wild as it was, covered the tiny budding horn of his, and he was passed over, unnoticed." Here, he would sigh for effect. "They hauled me off to keep me as an example to others who may consider leaving the herd. Unless they went back and found him, I've reason to believe my son is still alive. He'd be grown by now, and is probably even larger than myself. Wally was always a big boy." The stallion smirked as he rehearsed his tale in his mind, continuing to soar above the plains in an almost vulture-like manner.
He envisioned an awe-struck audience, the mares swooning at his bravery and the stallions looking to him with respect. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you're alive!" one of the figments in his mind called out. To this, Hab would frown. "Oh, please, if you find him, don't mention my search. I'm afraid of what he may think of me. He may run off, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing him again." "Well why would he think poorly of you," another voice would chime in, "Didn't you try to run them off?" To this question, and possibly even accusation, Haborym would feign offense and snap back, "Of course I did!" He would take a breath and lower his head. "But you know young minds... I'm a Kalona. He may think I summoned my herd to do this terrible deed. But no. Even with my pure blood, even I am not so cruel and heartless. I truly cared for the unicorn mare. She did not deserve this." His heart ached and his anger toward his son deepened at the thought of what had really happened to Etnel. Wallace would pay, if it was the last thing the Kalona did.
The scowl dawned on the stallion's face slowly turned to a smirk. His eyes turned toward a small figure in the distance, straining to make out the blurry shape. As he grew closer, it became evident that the figure wasn't just far away, but small in general. The white pelt striped with bright colors roused a curious thought or two from the male, and he descended to circle closer.
Upon further inspection, Haborym noticed the seeming lack of tail, and the frame that much resembled that of a deer. But surely there was no prey out there that smelled like that... Let alone colored like that. He circled several more times before deciding the mare may be good to talk to.
Isa
Finally, A Breakthrough Name: Isa Species: Cerynei Link:Here Haborym's Thoughts: I never thought the little brat would even dare to mate... How ignorant of him. I will use her to my advantage, of course. He will never see it coming...
Haborym carefully descended toward the mare, his tail whipping behind him. The closer he got, the more she resembled a deer, which struck the stallion as odd. The boned tail which extended from her spine, while having much hair on it to give it a fluffy appearance, was a characteristic of his favorite prey. As were the larger ears, and the pointed, cloven hooves. But the colors and scent of the mare were completely out of place. As was the luscious mane she wore. It was something he'd never seen before. Perhaps, he mused, someone got a little frisky with their meal. He chuckled at the thought. A few moments later, he touched down a few yards away from the other Soquili and politely nodded a greeting.
Hearing the sound of wings and the rush of wind Isa turned to smile..figuring it was her mate. Only to find disappointment..and curiosity. The stallion was most certainly not Wallace but, they looked...similar. "Good day." Smiling she dipped her head, going back to her meal..wishing Wallace were near or Poppin. The little trouble making mouse would have made a ruckus but, he had been sleeping cuddled against his new 'best friend'. Chewing silently Isa stayed alert. Kalona's were unpredictable. The mare had been learning..learning her own limitations. It would be unwise to 'ruffle feathers'. "I've never seen you around these parts..what brings you here sir?"
The stallion examined the mare closer, wondering what she'd been waiting for. It was obvious by the look on her face that she was expecting someone. "I'm terribly sorry to intrude..." He pawed at the ground, pretending to be interested in a flower that was just beginning to open. Haborym's eyes lit up when the mare asked him just the right question. What a perfect opening. "Oh, well I'm new here... you see, I've lost someone very dear to me. And I've been trying to find him. I've not had any luck so far, but I've been questioning others around here who may have seen him..." He waited patiently for the mare to grow curious before offering any more information.
Suspicious, Isa took a few steps away..feigning interest in a patch of clover. "I see..what does this someone look like? I live and travel around these parts so I might have seen him in passing." Something about the stallion made her uneasy...so she made sure to stay alert. No..if this male searched for her mate she would not go back home. Isa made sure to be vague about where she lived exactly..and hoped Wallace ha become occupied with his own noon day meal. "It must be hard, having come so far to find someone." Smiling with a fake kindness the mare went back to eating, waiting for the males explanation of who it was he seeked
Haborym could tell something was amiss. He inhaled deeply and caught a faint sniff of something familiar. His eyes narrowed to slits, but he continued to speak. "Well, you see, he looks kind of like me... Though, he's got some of his mother's traits, too, I suppose." The stallion quickly spun up some lies. "You see, he and I had a falling out. He blames me for terrible things. All I wanted was for him to be great, and all he wanted was to be nothing like me..." He made sure to include the truth as well, and the sadness on his face became real. "It's hard, you know, to try to raise somebody like that..."
Isa stiffened, her own eye narrowing..nostrils flared to show her annoyance. So her assumption had been correct..this stallion was Wallace's father. Warning bells went off..her feet carrying her four more paces away. "That's too bad..I'm sure it would be hard. Others should have the chance to forge their own paths. Sadly I cannot help you sir. I must be going." Calm an cool she walked..making sure she did not ever fully turn her back on the stallion. She had not been raised a fool. Wallace could be in danger an she would protect him fro his father, he was loathe to speak of the past..so something bad had definitely occurred. "I wish you luck in finding him."
Haborym raised a brow. "Why are you avoiding helping me? I can smell him on you, you know." He followed closely behind her. "Did he even tell you, that he killed his own mother? The most beautiful mare you'd ever see. White as snow, sweeter than the kindest Angeni. He killed her and ate her flesh. All he left me is her horn, which I wear around my neck as a memory of her. She's the only I've loved." He sneered. "Surely he told you, though. I simply wish to make amends. It's been so long, you know, and he has such potential. He could be a hero. A warrior who can also heal. His mother and I planned to take down the Kalona who held us captive when they discovered our love... He may have told you the bad, but I'm sure he never told you that." He grinned menacingly. "We'll be in touch, dear."
Isa let her mind clamp shut at the information..her nostrils flaring again as she turned back to the stallion. No fear..not even a whiff of it emanated from her being. "I do not care what you want. Come near my mate and you will soon see your precious mare again! Follow me not. You know nothing of him..I will not listen to your words any longer and, hope we never cross paths again. Good day." Snorting she moved away at a quicker pace..not towards home. She went down many different paths..eventually swimming to erase and confuse. Only after two more hours of this..when Isa felt he had not followed did the drenched mare return home. Poppin squeaked a worried little greeting at Isa's physical state. Twigs were tangled in her mane, mud dirtying her once pure pelt and water dripped from her neck down. "Wallace. We are mates..and I love you with all my being..it is time to speak of the past. I met a male claiming to be your father."
Haborym grinned at the mare's response. Little did she know, he'd caught her scent. He could find her whenever he wanted. "Foolish mare," he chortled, "I will have you yet..."
The stallion sneered at the thought of the mare his son had decided to bed down with. How foolish. Better yet, how dare he?! His eyes rolled as he breathed deeply, the scent of the mare still in his nostrils. He grinned, and decided not to follow. Not yet. They could wait. Worry. Yes, this was the better of plans. Perhaps, Wallace would even push the little deer away. It'd be for her own protection, no doubt. And then, when he least expected it, the kalona would catch the mare and hold her ransom... A life for a life. That sounded perfectly reasonable. Love was always the perfect bait...
Haborym nearly pranced his way through the plains, his mind reeling; plotting. This couldn't have come in a better way. And what perfect timing! But surely he'd have to get some others on his side. Wallace had more time here, and who knew what he had in the works already. The hybrid was clever and resourceful, no doubt. Must have taken after his father. Hab couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
He wondered who the boy may have collected. Surely they'd be misfits. They'd have a lost cause and all be sad and alone for one reason or another. They'd likely be the type of group that, "didn't belong," anywhere. Just like Wallace. What was that thing of bird of a feather? Oh, that's right, they're delicious and easier to catch in groups when they're least expecting it.
The though of birds reminded the stallion of a hunger coming from deep within his gut. His black eyes struggled to search his surroundings for any source of food that may be large enough to be worth the effort. Within moments, he located a rabbit scrounging for grub beneath a berry bush. His lips curled and he approached the bush as if he were to walk by it. In the blink of an eye, his tail's sharp bony blade swished at the rabbit and dinner was served.
