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Post by Pad Thai on Jun 17, 2012 1:30:57 GMT -5
Risquè stepped onto the black sand beach of Tangaroa. The humid air clung to him, dampening his body in the slightest. The salt in the air, from the large ocean around him, was inhaled and exhaled silently, moving through his system. Water droplets rained down from him, slowing now, only a few droplets fell off of his large body. The sand shifted easily before his hooves. Soft clicks and caws from creatures within the large forest to his right, the soothing sounds of waves on his left. Rumors. They must be true. That Wahale had dispersed, he had not been seen in a while. To where he had gone? No one knows. Risk dipped his head in tribute to the cremello stag, so powerful and fiery. He had rarely had any encounters with the stag himself, but he knew he would be missed.
The island seemed almost deserted of any other horses, unless they were just not making themselves present. He wasn't going to go around searching for them, not now. Risk walked to the edge of the beach, water lapping his hocks. He strained his neck, and could see a kink of Kahukura, behind Hihiri. Cyril. So much like Wahale. Stubborn. Proud. Fierce. Devoted to Kahukura already. And no tolerance for mainlanders. A soft laugh escaped his pair of lips. The colt was something, but would one day make a great leader, and his time to lead would be soon, very soon. He would give up his island for Tangaroa. Cyril might want to take over this island, leaving Ciervo to Kahukura. But that island would not leave the family, either how, Cyril would be in charge soon. Ciervo learning from his brother, yet much more gentle. Caring. Open. Both colts had gotten something from their mother, Cyril with a emerald shaped marking and one green eyes, and Ciervo got her eyes and emerald colored zebra stripes. They were both handsome, clever, and for sure a ladies man.
The damp air hung around Risk, eager for someone new to take it's place. Almost as if it was excited, if air could be. Risk rolled his eyes, if only others heard his thoughts. He would most likely be labeled as insane. Risk snorted softly, quietly padding along the beach before raising his head to look at Ahi Waha. The large volcano. It was adorned with smaller ones, and occasionally a bit of steam would escape from the mouth of one of them, but they were thought of as no threat for now. Risk paused, watching the volcano for anything, but nothing happened and he quickly got bored. He turned into the large tropical forest. Birds squawked and creatures scuttled out from hiding spots as he entered, it was as if they were all trying to get a glance of him. He shook his mane and forelock, it slowly unlatching itself from his pelt from the dampness. He flicked his tail in a circle, pawing the ground slightly. He picked up to a trot, weaving expertly through the trees as if it were his own home. Yet, the forests were almost identical. He scented out a small, clear stream the gurgled welcomingly. Risk reached down, taking a long drink of the cold water that splashed any grogginess out of him. It slid down his throat easily, settling in his stomach. Risk flicked his ears, content in listening to the creatures' sounds for awhile.
Risk started to move on again, making his way through the forest. The moss under his feet were spongy, squishes and a bit of water leaked it's way out of it. He reached his head down, nibbling a bit of it. It tasted nearly like grass, with a bit different texture and a little modified taste. He moved on still, pushing his way through the dangling vines and leaves and lush underbrush. It was even more humid in here, but with the winter season approaching it wasn't much different then normal. He slowly made his way onto the beach again, the black sand shimmering slightly in the low set sun. Not quite sunset. He had been here all day, slowly making his way around the island. He hadn't covered everything but it was a nice, gentle start. A change of scenery. He quite liked it. This home would be his now, keeping Kahukura for about a week, maybe a bit longer. Cy would be turning two in no time, the time flying faster then ever. Maybe as a birthday present he would present him Kahukura as his. He might take a few months for some special one-on-one preparing and what you would call 'training' and then give it to him. But it would come soon enough, some probably would think too soon, but he had faith in his eldest son. He would be ready, would take on the responsibility for himself once and for all.
Risk turned to look back at the island, not at the ocean. "To the island of Tangaroa. I am now your most faithful leader, I shall guide you through good times and bad and I will never back down. You may now settle peacefully again, knowing there is someone to lead you," Risquè said boldly, "Always."
OOC: omgsomuchfuntowriteandsomuchmuseflowingiwanttowritesomuchmore <3 [but I won't bore you :"D]
So, I'll be handing Cyril the burden of running an island soon so I decided to have Risk take this one until Ciervo grows up or something. Yay 
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 17, 2012 9:26:13 GMT -5
Looks good and seems that everything is in order.
CLAIM ACCEPTED!
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