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[TWiZTiD ☣]

K I M I M A R O warriors do not show their hearts until a axe reveals it The breeze blowing, the sounds of birding hiding away and the sight of a stag wandering out into the open is what the Gods had placed it to be at this very day. While this bi-colored stag wandered out into the lands. Eyes looking from side to side as he looked around with a bit of a pleased look upon his muzzle. Shifting the weight from one hoof and into the other. Flickering his ebony banner back and forth at his haunches to remove the snow that had fallen upon his back. Eyes looking around at this very lands as he could see that some troubles could be caused about these lands, but he was not sure of what kind of thing might happen. "Epona, what might you have planned for us today, m'lady?"  Kimimaro had said allowed as he allowed his eyes to dart from one section of the terrain to the next. Taking in every thing that was around him. Unsure of just what creatures might dare to show their face upon his direction. For this oddly looking stallion was up for some kind of fun today. Though right now his muzzle started to crave for a bit of food. Flickering his thorns around upon his head as he tried to take everything in. That is when he spotted the sight of a small doe in the distance. Smiling a wicked grin upon his muzzle as he stared over it's pelt in a hungry look. "Ullr, you have presented me with a fine creature." Speaking his terms before he took off towards the toe. His muzzle opening as he closed in upon the doe. Watching as it ran in front of him. Jumping side to side and praying not to be taken down, but of course Kimimaro was not going to let that happen. It had wandered into the wrong place but was a good meal fr this brute. So he quickly sank his pearls into it's flesh, took in it's cries and quickly had made this kill. Dropping it from his muzzle as he looked over the creature before allowing his teeth to tear at the doe's flesh. Eating upon it until his stomach became full. Smiling as he took in a deep breath of air and looked about.  Eyes looking to the sky at the birds above. Knowing that they were ready for some food and even Odin's crows were close by as he heard their cries. Shifting his figure as he began to walk again. With teeth happy to be used and his muzzle now stained with blood. Ready for some other creature to possibly walk into his presents. Okay first time i have posted him in a while and he is going to be a bit different because of his past life

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[pailer]

Zoilo pranced daintily along the dusty ground. He did not desire to appear thin and delicate but his agile Arabian frame graced with a unique spanish trotting gait did so on its own. His hooves tapped at the earth erratically as he moved forward. A foaming white sweat laced his orange chest and clung between his bay hind legs, plopping to the ground in clumps when it grew too heavy. His hide twitched, tail swished, and ears quivered as they darted from crow above to darkness before him and then behind him and around again. He was scared and very lost. But how could he not be lost? He had never before left the small forest in which his sire had held him and his siblings together. They had been their own insignificant herd living off the charts and had known no one but each other.

Lo came to a dead stop. His ears jolted to face the sounds a short distance away from him. He could not clearly see but his brain collected sounds of agony. He crept to the sidelines of the scene with his head snaked low and his tail lightly lifted but very still. The orange and bay coloured stallion stood far enough away for the creature before him to not notice him. He stared in shock. That other stallion was chowing down on a doe! Zoilo could not bring himself to speak out to the other horse. He was frozen in confusion and dismay.

At last the other moved off from the carcass. Lo’s legs moved him to the bloody mess and he studied it thoroughly with his nostrils. His heart cringed at the loss of life and his ears drooped in a tearful notion before he jolted upright to follow the suspected murderer. Zoilo could not be sure the stallion had killed that deer. Perhaps he found her like that and was somehow trying to help her? Perhaps, help her in a way that Lo did not know could be possible for dead things.

The black limbs of the thin and scraggly steed made quick motion that gained ground on the other, who would surely have heard him now. Lo tried to pull his body up beside the other’s to join in on his walk. “Excuse me!” Zoilo called out in a stern and rusty tone, “Sir, excuse me!” He said again a bit winded, and then when he was sure he had the other’s attention he asked, “What were you doing to that doe?” His question was so innocently proposed but with such a masculine voice that it was a bit odd, if not completely odd. Could he seriously not comprehend the situation? Seriously. Zoilo’s sire had told him of carnivores but he had never understood the meaning. His ears perked to the other and eyes were wide and glistening in excitement to hear the response. All the while his body reeked of sweat in an obvious fear of the territory they were in.

[byrdlet]

The mare was but a stencil-thin shadow cutting an untidy picture through the darkness of the tree canopy.

She was a mess of wide, wild eyes and shear-like legs scissoring through the unruly brush. Where to she did not know, did not care. 'Where' was only ever a means to an end, and perpetually so, which was why the filly blindly traversed the rugged terrain like a newborn storm in reckless bloom. Her elongated strides pulled her away from the angry absence gulping the air at her back, from the yawning, ravenous mouth of the darkness threatening on the horizon.

But as it always did, the night came. A tidal wave of orange dyed her left shoulder before slipping away behind the horizon. In its stead was the inevitable silence. Ananzi faltered, gangly limbs fumbling over the uneven terrain, her Carnelian eyes squeezed tightly shut beneath a fringe of long black lashes. She could feel it at her ankles, writhing like smoke up the length of her legs, tickling the tips of her baby-like hair. She shivered uncontrollably, breaths ragged, heart heaving -- the youth did not move in the night. She was motionless until the following morning.

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At first light she stirred again, eyelids fluttering slowly open. Brilliant red coals poured over the landscape, studying every crevice and ripple of light across the canopies, until they found a form tucked away amongst the tree limbs. The wind had her by the hair, teasing her silky tresses into a waterfall in the air around her. Ananzi's breathing faltered for a moment, but just for a moment, and then her breath returned, deep and heavy. It was a deer. A mindless doe. And the magenta painted beast of a mare felt the growl of her stomach as pangs of hunger began to rip through her gut.

The previous night she’d curled up into herself, felt tucked and hidden away enough that she could finally sleep and try to forget her fear of the darkness. Her heart still raced, but she was quite certain that it would never stop. But she just now was realizing the hunger that had likely been there for hours prior. Her delicate lips quivered and she ran her pink tongue over her elongated canines that jutted out past her bottom lip. She apparently applied too much force and accidentally made her tongue bleed.

She waited patiently. She held herself up like a cobra about to strike. And as she prepared to pick up speed, to fling her hooves and spring across the woodland clearing, she stopped. Something, or rather, someone, had beat her to it.

Her figure receded from view and her face wriggled in a most displeasing way and she almost felt tears brimming over her lids. It was a familiar feeling, like something was pushing at the backs of her searing red eyes. She stopped and murmured to herself, as she stood, silent, behind a big-boled oak. And she stood like that for quite a while until all she could think about was eating her intended meal.

The stranger tore into the flesh of her breakfast and it looked so very delicious. So tender, so sweet, all she could think of was plucking at the Crimson doused morsels with her teeth.

It was not until the moment she was about to make herself visible to claim what was meant to be hers that she heard the voice of another stranger. It was startling and intrusive and Ananzi's black-tipped ears pricked forward as her dial turned like that of the doe she had just preyed upon (rather unsuccessfully, at any rate.)

The orange and black brute seemed perplexed that the speckled stag was indulging in its carnivorous habit. He seemed almost offended which Ananzi could not help but smirk at the thought. She was but a 2 year old filly but she was well beyond her years in wisdom and her knowledge of the world. The new arrival was a sweaty mess and he seemed frightened, though of what, Ananzi did not quite understand. Perhaps he had never seen a meat eating horse before. This seemed like sound logic as Ananzi's very own twin was a simple herbivore and always teased Ananzi for her choosy food choices. The red hot nail of a memory that was her sister--she forced it from her mind. Despite her drive to hunt and eat meat, however, Ananzi could digest leafy things. It simply was not her preference.

In the eerie light she looked half-supernatural, half-mad. She peeled around the barrel of the giant tree, her presence likely to interrupt the alien pair. She skulked around the beast who hovered over the leaking doe carcass. She dropped her head and her nostrils flared to take in the aroma of the deer, whose body heat she could still feel radiate on her ashen mug. She exhaled suddenly, her lips fluttering in discontent. "Well, well." Her voice was airy and feminine, as though her words danced on the on the cold winds and traveled to the ears of the stallions in her midst. "Quite a meal you have found for yourself." She managed to infuse the words with disdain. She wandered gracefully, her obsidian hooves carrying her already muscular body until reaching a stopping point directly between the two. She glared at the carnivorous thief and her expression seemed to say everything without words. And she craned her head to look over at the beast of black and orange. His face seemed long, a look of desperation wearing at his features. She locked eyes with him, her red gaze, inherited by her sire, glittering. Her lower lip began to pucker and she wore a sad face as if to mock the frightened beast. And she instantly broke her silence and chortled like a witch whose cauldron bubbled over. The humors of the air hung waiting, malevolent.

[TWiZTiD ☣]

K I M I M A R O warriors do not show their hearts until a axe reveals it The Gods always seemed to be throwing things into Kimimaro's way As his eyes had fallen upon the sight of another equine wandering right up towards where he was at. Snorting at the sight of this stallion seeming to push his way over towards him while he moved forwards. Hearing his voice as Kimi seemed to ignore the brute. Taking in his words as he continued to try and get Kimi's attention so he finally turned and looked over towards the brute as he paused. Allowing his eyes to scan over him in a slow pace before they landed upon the other stag's globes. Seeing that he was asking such a question about the doe. It was like he had not seen another equine eat another piece of meat before. Flickering his banner side to side as he looked at the stag and then looked back to his meal. "Well, sir, I was eating it. For our God, Ullr, granted it to me for me to eat." Pausing for a moment as he looked over towards the stag. "What about you, sir, why do you bug me about my meal?" Yes, it was a bit odd with the words he was saying towards the stag. Not truly caring only because that was how he spoke towards other's that he meets and well its just what he does all of the time. Snickering at his thoughts before his eyes turned and fell upon the sight of a femme figure walking up towards him. "My Epona, you have brought forth a beautiful creature." He said aloud to himself. Knowing that the mare probably heard his terms and yet he did not mind his words. For she was a beautiful creature and did not allow his eyes to leave her gaze as he scanned over her for a moment.Hearing her speak about the meal he just had and could see that this mare was up for the meal he had eaten for his own fill. Black and green orbs looking from her to the stag again and then back over towards where the vixen was at. "Yes, that is true, m'lady. Epona always looks closely over her meat eaters. Would you like a taste? You may." He said as he dipped his crown to her. Not even speaking his name but knew that he was probably confusing the two about the Gods and Goddesses that he was starting to speak about. Taking in a deep breath with a smile there upon his face. Not quite sure what the two would even get his terms but yet he continued on with his terms but for now he waited. Allowing his eyes to drift about, thorns taking in sounds and his banner to play at his haunches to remove the snow from off his back. Oh now this is fun xD

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[pailer]

Zoilo listened to the reply. He still had so many more questions. “Who gave you what?” He thought to himself as the other stallion spoke more. “Meal? That doe tastes—” His words dropped off half way. The stud held his head so stout at the top of his straight neck that the cheeks laid against his throat. His skull abruptly turned to stare at the mare that entered the scene. His nostrils flared lightly in a quick breath. He was obviously startled by her appearance. Not only her appearance into the setting but also the look of her. It wasn’t quite the spikes that threw him off. They certainly played a part yet it was more of the air around her that chilled him and hypnotized him at the same time. She was enchanting and he felt his heart beat in a way it never had before.

Lo was no longer sweating. This did not mean he was over his fear. The salty liquids hadn’t started to dry though he had to admit he felt better in the company of other horses. Even if he had never in his life encountered strangers he still instinctually found calm in the herd setting. And even if they were casually happy to eat a deer they were still of familiar specie.

More words flowed from them. His eyes and ears darted between them. His behaviour was slowly becoming more relaxed as he saw the mare so nonchalant about the whole situation with the doe. He did not want to look more faint of heart than a mare, now did he! Then the other spoke the phrase. That phrase so calmly brought up by his father. So many sentences echoed through his head from various scenarios with his sire, “What are you doing? Don’t do that you look like a meat-eater!” Or, “Meat-eaters are all that is wrong in this world!” As well as yelling at him during forced battles with his siblings, “You will never win a fight against a meat-eater like that! Zoilo, at least try to win god dammit!!”

“You two are meat-eaters?” The innocent creature asked, again in such a rough masculine tone that it was ridiculous his mind could be so immature to the world. The question was kind of a thought that leaked from his brain out through his mouth. Lo’s mind raced with a million more questions but halted at one thought. He found it rude that he was not offered a taste of the deer. Was he allowed to find that rude, even if thinking about licking even the smallest bit made his stomach queazy? This thought was so loud that he wouldn’t have heard the others if they spoke.

The other stallion’s tail sent some snow fluttering off his back. This made Zoilo realize the chill that was coming on from his wet pelt. He snorted an awfully cute snort like a child huffing in a tantrum, at the fact that he was not offered to dine on the doe. He wandered a ways away and lowered his orange chest to his black forelegs as the knees graced the terrain. His entirety flopped onto the snowy ground. He rolled vigorously and with a great light heartedness about him. He had to attempt to dry or at least freeze some of this dampness for that was common knowledge. He was sure to rub the side of his neck extra well before sitting upright again. He scratched the lengths of his face along his extended legs and then he rose back up with a grunt. He attempted to absorb the conversation that was going on while doing so and came back to their presence, standing between them like a satisfied child. So meat-eaters ate deer, so meat was deer, why did his sire not just tell him that in the first place? His lips smacked noisily and tongue grabbed at dirty ice flakes that now clung to the corners of his mouth. Zoilo was so happy he found a new herd, he was very content with these two around. For a few hours there he thought he would surely be killed by something. But now all felt right in the world, all except the fact that he might have to eat deer to fit in with these two. He was absolutely clueless to the fact that none of his assumptions were correct at this point.

[byrdlet]

Ananzi stared at the carnivorous brute as he remarked to her in a way she had never heard before. Who was this "Epona" he spoke of? This stallion was clearly crazed, making Nanzi feel more or less normal as she stood next to him. She involuntarily scoffed when the stallion offered her some of his meal. Truth be told, she had never killed a deer in all her life and she likely never would. She found them far too difficult to chase for sport and not a very impressive kill when it came down to it. "I would rather die than eat after the likes of you." She stated bluntly with a disbelieving chuckle at his suggestion. The stallion was likely riddled with diseases and ailments. Ananzi had not gotten this far on her own to chalk her death up to sharing a meal with a lunatic stranger.

A moment of silence passed before the sienna painted beast to her left began babbling again--something about the deer or eating meat, Ananzi was not really paying him any attention. She was beginning to wonder why she even made her presence known to these fools. She should have just kept walking until a decent meal presented itself to her. A cougar, perhaps. The sun was spinning mindlessly overhead, the shadows lengthening and shortening as if by plan. The days were short during the winter months and daylight was precious. And as she stood here, where the startling tiny jaws of crocuses snap at the late-winter sun like the heads of baby water snakes, she knew she was growing more and more hungry by the minute. Ananzi made a quick, nasty face at the sky, mournfully observing the way it is, bitterly remembering the way it was, and idiotically casting tomorrow's nets. Soon enough, night would be upon her again as quickly as it had left. And she would once again be molested by nightmares, old memories.

"Tell me," she started, her demand not directed specifically to either one of the stallions, "Where do you call home?" She waited for a response whichever fool would speak up first. Surely they did not live within the grips of this dull forest, with its mute birds, pulsating, thoughtless clay in hushed old trees, thick limbs interlocking to seal drab secrets in. Ananzi was bored. The lunacy of the meat eater was boring. The irrational fear of the other was boring. Was there nothing truly "original" left in this stupid world? It was like playing cat and mouse with the universe. Only she was a lazy house cat, proverbially old and fat, exhausted of the chase, resigned to let the mouse die of its own devices.

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K I M I M A R O warriors do not show their hearts until a axe reveals it Taking in the words of the stag as he tried to speak before the sound of another voice came into their space. His eyes had looked over the female creature with thorns perked high upon the skull of this brute. Shifting the weight under his dagger as he tried to girue out the two for a moment. Taking in a deep breath of air as to take in their cent so that he would not forget such a creatures that he had ran into. Thorns taking in the stag as he spoke a question towards the two of them. Allowing his head to turn as he looked over the stag with a grin there upon his face as he though about his words for a moment to see if he could take this stallion and make him more interested in the ways that they were liking the warm taste of blood and flesh instead of the green grass that grows underneath their hooves. "Yes, that is what it has come to be. For I am a meat eater and by the looks of you. You like to eat the grass that Miss Epona has grown for some to eat." He replied to this stag with thorns perked upon his head before he turned his gaze back over to the bronco while he spoke. Shifting the weight that was holding up his daggers and allowing his eyes to look over to the other equine with a wild look deep within his eyes as he looked over her. Snickering at the remarks that the lady was saying towards him. Speaking that she would rather take death's toll than eat after him and all he could do was give her a wicked grin and say, "Well, m'lady, you know that can always be arranged." Snickering after his words were finished and he allowed his gaze to follow over her pelt. Kind of getting what she was getting to, but of course Kimimaro liked to play a bit of fun and games, it was who he was and he could not help himself. Taking another moment to shift his weight and hearing the sound of the snow crunching under his daggers as he looked over the mare before he took in more words that she had to say. Trying to figure out just where the hailed from, but of course, Kimi was a wanderer and did not have a place to call home yet. He felt no need for it yet since he had not found an equine to become loyal to just yet so he found no point of calling any place home. "M'lady, I do not call any place home just yet. I have found no reason to have one just yet." Taking a moment to pause to get his thoughts together before daring to speak anymore. "So before we get anymore deeper into this conversation. What are the names of you two?" He had questioned as he looked over the two of them. Flickering his thorns around on his head as he could hear the soft wind that was blowing around. Shifting the weight as he stood there and took just a step forwards. "Thy name is Kimimaro, son of Carnage and Exorcist." He said as he looked over the two of them still. Wondering just what they might say towards him since he was asking the questions this time. sorry but Kimi cracks me up XD

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