Post by Koko on Oct 23, 2006 20:19:38 GMT -5
( Repost for Nikki, since Tempede got DELETED. -twitch- So, this is set in Tempede, not in Farlow, and Koko is NOT looking for a herd. )
Some of us roam the world throughout our naïve lives, avoiding danger and flocking like an intoxicated moth to anything pretty. Those are the ones who rarely see action, live boring lives and never get to know the feeling of adrenaline. Then, there were the brave beings. They ventured wherever they could, curiosity getting the better of them but usually always causing something interesting to happen. Or at least, this is what Koko Akuaj had learned, over the few years she had lived. How old was she again? Hmm… what a pity. She seemed to have lost track of her own birthday.
”What a drab place…” she murmured, ears flicking in slight disgust. She had no real reason for being here, just boredom. Sheesh, she really needed to get a life. The mare strolled through the ominous forest calmly, stopping to watch a frightened bird take off from a tree branch in a flurry of squawks and feathers or pausing to listen to an unnerving noise. She was an ivory dove wandering through a crowd of pigeons, still iron gray statues who looked at her with their orange marbles for eyes with a peculiar little fire lit in them. And she would always stop to look right back at them, with her own eyes that were more like marbles made from vivid electric blue neon.
Thick feathers that appeared to be constructed out of bleached silk threads danced and fluttered around her slender legs like pallid fire, moving every which way but maintaining its oh-so soft appearance. Both mane and tail, just as well groomed, acted the same, the very ends of them floating and bouncing along whenever she miscalculated a step on the forest floor ridden with tree roots. Her long forelock often coiled down into her electric line of vision, requiring her to constantly toss her sweet head from side to side so she didn’t collide with one of the countless knotted trees that surrounded her like stern, unmoving buzzards.
But there was one creature was moving, other than Koko. It wasn’t a buzzard, but it was a bird: a fairly large one at that. It seemed to be having a hard time keeping its long wings from tangling with some of the lower branches as it glided along near the mare. It was the same exact color as Koko, as well: pure white, as crisp and clean as freshly fallen snow. It had a rounded head with a short, curved black beak, and unusually furry talons, making the huge obsidian hooks that were the claws stand out. Vibrant golden eyes always seemed to be half-closed, casting a shadow over them and resulting in a very taciturn appearance; which was what the snowy owl was: a serious, quiet creature. Her name was Yaana.
”Do you always have to be so negative?” crooned Yaana, alighting on her companion’s croup. She sat there with her claws only gently pressing onto the smooth white pelt, as she had learned how to keep her balance on a walking horse without having to sink her claws into its flesh. Her head was turned towards the direction of travel, her eyes still and serene.
”You can’t help it when the world decides to be negative.” argued Koko rather jokingly. The two were always getting into small, harmless debates that were more like sad excuses for conversation. The owl didn’t speak any more, but instead took off to the skies again, this time weaving through the trees and breaking out above the translucent forest canopy so she could get a better look at what was coming and where that silly little mare was going this time.