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Post by Scarlette on Jul 1, 2012 19:14:30 GMT -5
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The deep purple pegasus had been back to the islands for some time now. Enough time to discover what had happened to his birthplace, after his abrupt departure. He had been “home” long enough to find something that filled the hole in his heart that he hadn’t realized was there. He had been incredibly lucky, so he thought. He had come home without many issues – just some exhaustion, and maybe a pulled muscle, but he had come back in one piece. For that, he was thankful. But hiding on Hihiri was not what he had planned on, but things changed. And he had certainly been in for a surprise when told how much had changed.
His initial reaction was outrage. How could someone do that? Did they not realize what could possibly happen? Just as he had expressed to Dolie, though it had been out of anger at the time – did the stallion who now ruled both islands not realize why the islands had always been separate? He was dooming the islands. In his years, and what he had learned from his own parents many years ago, the islands were supposed to have separate kings of different blood. This kept the natives from mixing too much to the point where continuing their bloodlines was impossible or hazardous to the health of any unborn offspring. It was what he knew. It was logical, too. He knew there were not many stallions in the islands for some bizarre reason. From the information he had gathered, the upcoming stallions of the new generation came from one specific stallion. This did not bode well at all with Mako.
Once his anger diminished, he mourned for the loss of those who once lived in Tangaroa. He had not had the pleasure of meeting them, unfortunately. He had kept himself apart from the others on Tangaroa, and now he regretted it terribly. He had only known a little of the previous ruler, Wahale, and had heard many stories of how prosperous his herd had been. It was a shame that they were wiped out so soon. Too soon, in Mako’s opinion, but Mother Nature was fickle. Mako could only imagine what tragedy had struck Wahale and his herd, and it made his heart clench in sadness.
However, he could not dwell on the past for much longer. He had made up his mind some time ago that he would not stand by idly. Things changed, and now he had more of a reason to come flying into the island in such a flurry that it was like his wings had been set on fire. He had been blessed – he knew he had. There was no other way to describe the gift he had been bestowed, by both Mother Nature and the sweet, kind coral colored pegasus mare he had found upon his return to the islands. He would be blessed with a family once more, and he could not be happier. It posed a problem of where they would live and raise the child that grew within the coral colored mare. Well, there was never really a question; he wanted to bring her with him, back home, and raise the child in Tangaroa like he should have done with his firstborn years ago. It only seemed fitting to do so, and it drove him to finally fly across the short distance to do what needed to be done.
With a great gust as his purple, green, and white wings spread to ease his descent, Mako finally came back to earth, his dark hooves settling on the dark ground of Ahi Waha. It had not been his intention to land at the volcano, but it was the highest point. It was nearly impossible to miss him in the sky as it was, and if one had been paying close enough attention, they would have spotted his landing. His wings did not curl against his sides, as they would have done in most situations. They remained loose, touching the ground as he pranced. He was jittery, and for a good reason. With a great breath, he bellowed out his challenge. His wings, which had been idle, ruffled themselves and drew up, much like a bird would do when threatened or angered. He had come for a great deal of things, and he was not going to let himself be disappointed.
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Post by Pad Thai on Jul 4, 2012 1:34:19 GMT -5
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Risquè basked in the warm sun, the feathery soft sand clinging to his dark coat. He stretched his legs, opening his warm eyes and yawning, the humid weather causing sleepiness. He pushed his large body up, the sand clumping against his chest, legs and tail. He shook, the loose sand falling off. He looked out across the dark, slightly choppy water. Spring breeze tugged at his mane and tail, and he stepped forward, a pale hoof slicing through the thin barrier of air and water. The water was warm, but cooler then the air. He slid the rest of his body in the water, dipping his head under and watching an array of bubbles cascade up to the surface. He pushed his head back up into the surface, large splashes following him. He slowly pulled himself out of the water, droplets raining down onto the sleek black sand beach. He enjoyed it much here on Tangaroa, and while herd members would be nice, for the time being solitude was perfect. Having this power couldn't be easier. But that was not what he was looking for, power. He only wished to give his son Cyril a good island, and while it was a huge change of plan, he thought it was a great one. He would not have ever tried to take Tangaroa with Wahale leading, he had no will to, but since the stallion disappeared, why not? Maybe the islands could have some complete peace for once, not distance between the islands.
Risk's ears perked up at the sound of loud wing movement, too large to be a bird. Maybe it was Dolie? He would be pleased to see her again. Or maybe his daughter who had recently learned to fly, with the help of Dolie. He was very thankful for that, but this still sounded too big to be Laelius. He looked up, seeing a large colorful stallion flying above the trees. Risk tilted his head, trying to think if he had ever seen this stag. He watched the waves lap at the beach and foam up as the stallion disappeared within the island. A large bleating sounds caused his mouth to grow dry as he lookd up to Ahi Wahi, seeing the multi-colored pegasus standing upon it, his wings spread out and triumphant in a challenge. He shook his head, fire running through his veins. Why did he want to challenge him? Did he have a problem with him leading Tangaroa? It's not like there were any other herd members here. His audits flicked back in annoyance as he pushed his large body forward, leaving deep hoofprints in the dark sand as he trotted forward, standing his full height and pushing out his chest and hold his head eye and he squinted up at the volcano. He sped into a rocking canter, gracefully moving forward, hoping to talk to this stallion and possibly talk him out of the challenge. He didn't see what his problem was. In fact, he had never seen him around the islands, if he hadn't lived here eventually, did he really deserve a island?
Risquè paused at the base, eyeing the steep incline before working his way up, head lowered and rocks sliding down as he climbed, yet it was easier then he thought it out to be. It didn't take long for him to reach close to where the newcomer was, and he raised his head, brown eyes scanning the body. He was just slightly shorter then him and seemed older too. Very colorful, with large feathery wings that would be interesting to have. He glanced up into his eyes, quirking a brow. He had nothing to start off to say to the stallion, and he watched him closely, wondering what he was thinking or what he was going to do. Would he just try to break out fighting here? That would just be plain unethical. "Mānawa." Risquè said simply, with a slight nod, also wondering if the stallion knew the language.
Risquè hadn't fought in a while, yet he was a skilled warrior and had been trained by his father. He was quite happy he hadn't been challenged until now, but it still wasn't something to look forward to. What if he lost this island? Then all new plans would be ruined and Ciervo would most likely be very upset with his father with the promise of an island, and he wanted to keep the promise desperately, also the one to Cyril of getting this large island. It wouldn't be fair to them, to promise them something and have them be ecstatic, looking forward to the day and then push it away and tell them it wasn't happening anymore.
OOC: Rambleramble ugh. this probably sucks, but it is pretty late and I'm tired. -shrug-
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Post by Scarlette on Jul 5, 2012 21:55:23 GMT -5
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It was said Mako had the patience of a saint; he had always been a patient soul since birth. His patience was proving to evade him on this day, however. The longer he was left to wait, the more agitated he became. The frown that creased his muzzle grew deeper, hardening the lines that were etched upon his muzzle from age. He knew that the stallion was here – he had flown right over top of him as he passed by, no doubt drawing his attention. The deep purple stallion drew in a long, deep breath, holding it for a moment, before releasing it. Patience, Mako. Patience always pays off.
His wings were constantly moving, the only things that revealed the state of his agitation now that his face had wiped itself clean of any emotions. A well cultivated poker face that had taken a long time to develop. When the stallion finally appeared, there was little change in Mako’s demeanor. If anything, the feathers on his great wings ruffle a little more; puffing up much like a bird would. His head remained high as his amber eyes assessed the stallion who had dared take over his birthplace after tragedy had struck. He would not bow before him. He had not earned Mako’s respect for such a gesture. Mako had never bowed for anyone, as it was. There was only a slight tick in Mako’s facial expression as the other spoke. Oh, he knew the language. How could he not? He was born here, after all.
“I am Mako, son of Ryuu. I have come to reclaim my birthplace, both out of desire and necessity,” he spoke, his gravelly voice low and neutral. It was eerie, even to himself, to hear his voice without its usual light of humor. “I have heard what you have done. You have over stepped your lines, Chief of Kahukura. The islands are meant to remain separate, and for good reason. Or have you forgotten? I would hope that your elders had told you why our islands have always been separate tribes.” There was a pause, though Mako’s gaze did not waver. He had all his courage with him now, and he would not let it run from him. While he did not enjoy fighting much anymore, he was skilled from skirmishes in his youth. He was prepared to utilize everything he had learned for Tangaroa – for the island and for Dolie. Dolie and their child. The thought of Dolie and the future that awaited him jolted him back to reality.
“I have come back to restore the balance that the islands once had. My sons and daughters will be born here, and I will take no alternative, not when I expect one soon,” he continued, his expression finally slipping, showing his agitation. He would have preferred to avoid violence, but if came to it, he knew he’d have no other option. “You have two options, Chief of Kahukura: let us part in peace, Tangaroa relinquished to my rule while you return to the island that rightfully belongs to you, or we fight for Tangaroa and let the victor rule. Make your choice.”
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Post by Pad Thai on Jul 13, 2012 15:02:28 GMT -5
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If you thought about it, Risquè had not held power over these lands for long. He was lucky Cyril had not gained these lands yet. A challenge within the first few months of power, and with his age, he’d probably not know what to do. While he was stubborn, and sure a fighter who knows how it would have gone? But if he lost these lands, Cyril will be disappointed with him. Risk did not want to see the look of morose over his face. Something he rarely saw, even though they had their own fights, Risk still loved his first son. Stubborn, fiery, loyal. Cyril may be those, but loyal was one of his best. He would always be native; mainlanders were not something Cyril looked up to. Risk new he would make a good leader, he would run his herd well, and would have his own queen one day. His two year old son, already mature enough to lead. If Risk were able to keep Tangaroa, Cyril would be Chief in less then a year.
Ignorance. While Risk didn’t know this stallion, what else could he call it? Did he feel this unfair, that Risk had taken the second island for himself? It had been up for grabs long enough, he could have snatched it then. It was something familiar, ignorance. He had seen it pretty much his whole life, since he was born on Kahukura and grew up on that herd. Whatever happened to Wahale and his herd was something devastating. Everyone had disappeared, no one knew what happened. It was just as if they faded away. It was upsetting, Iris had a friend from here, and maybe she had even started to love him in a way. She was probably upset with the disappearance, though Risk had not talked to her about it.
’I am Mako, son of Ryuu. I have come to reclaim my birthplace, both out of desire and necessity,’ the stallion started. Risk narrowed his eyes, swishing his tail. Necessity? The thought of ignorance bounced back up to the front of his mind again. Who did he think he was? ’I have heard what you have done. You have over stepped your lines, Chief of Kahukura. The islands are meant to remain separate, and for good reason. Or have you forgotten? I would hope that your elders had told you why our islands have always been separate tribes.’ He paused, and Risk knew there was more, he waited for them to finish, annoyed to all ends. But, no, he had something to say too. ”Mako. My elders did tell me of this separation, but history changes, unless you were unaware. Sometimes, change is good. There has always been tension between the islands. I think having peace between the tribes would do us all some good. While I am sure the bloodlines would grow apart again, in time, I feel relief from the tension, and possible rivalries would be a good change.” Risk said simply, flicking his audits back. ’I have come back to restore the balance that the islands once had. My sons and daughters will be born here, and I will take no alternative, not when I expect one soon. You have two options, Chief of Kahukura: let us part in peace, Tangaroa relinquished to my rule while you return to the island that rightfully belongs to you, or we fight for Tangaroa and let the victor rule. Make your choice.’ He finished, his face slipping and showing agitation. Risk held his own emotionless face, flicking his tail again. Step aside, like a coward, and let this stallion swipe Tangaroa away from his son? No. While Risk would prefer not having to fight, he knew he had to. ”I am sorry to say I am not going to just hand this island over to you, Mako. It is mine rightfully and I promised it to me eldest son. This can only mean one thing.” Risk said, before giving a small sigh and looking into his eyes. ”A fight. Good luck, Mako.”
OOC: No offence to Mako in this post, Risk is just mad, not me xD. Written all on my phone :|
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