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Post by king tegan on Jun 17, 2013 21:03:09 GMT -6
江丽
Celu - as mysterious as it was beautiful. Some folks rumored that monsters dwelled deep beneath the blue waters of this pool; it only caused Jaing-Li to chuckle softly, bright yellow eyes gazing into the blue depths as best she could, with the given rains that dripped down from above. Light, and gentle; as if the sky was silently weeping over some sort of loss. Heh, what that loss was, she knew not, though one could so easily guess or assume that it was weeping over the..recent events that had occurred.
The return of that dreadful dragon, Sekh, and his undead minions had shaken most of the population. To think such necromancy would expand over such a vast area was..unimaginable, almost. The fact that it had happened, and in such a short amount of time caused panic and worry in many; but not the Karkadan. No, for what was there to fear? The damned dragon, his undead followers? Hah; the way she saw it, this was just another passing phase of the world, just as birth, life, and death. This was just the 'death' portion.
Nothing to fear, no. Why would anyone fear death? They would just start their life cycles over, it was all; just because this one ended did not mean their journeys were totally over. She believed in rebirth; once one dies, they come back again as another - unaware of their past lives, but living on within a different vessel, and making themselves whole once more throughout their second lifestyles, until it, again, would end. And around and around such a circle went, until sin or time, itself, came to crash down upon them.
But that was just herself, she supposed. Not many at all shared in her beliefs; hell, most of her..'kind' were malicious bastards that preferred the meat of other steeds, than the plants and fruits that the earth had given them, instead. Not that Jinag-Li had much to say; she wasn't about to go off and hunt down any of the other equines, oh heavens no, but she would indulge within the other small animals that lurked about, and got captured by her horns, or hooves, or jaw. Like fish, for example - which was the very reason for why where she was at today.
The rains always brought forth such delicious fish; little ones, big ones, colourful ones, dull ones; ones with fangs, and others with sucker-like lips. Most of them delicious, and some dangerous, but the mare knew how to tell what from what. Her parents did not leave her completely uneducated about the world around them. No, she learned much from them, and benefited greatly from the knowledge. She knew how to fight, how to flee, how to hunt, and how to hide, as well as observe. The latter of which she benefited most from, in her opinion. To be able to accurately read, and predict another being's movements before they had even performed them. Sometimes she was wrong, sometimes she was right - it was like a guessing game, of sorts, and it gave her a certain thrill.
A dark tongue would poke out from her lips, and run over them lightly, as she looked down into the waters; the light blue-teal mane upon her head and neck becoming heavy, and wet, the longer she stood within the light rains. But it didn't bother her. No, she was much more focused on something else, on the waters, on the fish. The dark shadows that moved beneath the rippling waters darted to and fro; some quicker than others. Some darker than others. But she would watch them, no less, and slowly light, split hooves would wade out into the waters. She would not go deep, but the waters would reside around the tops of her hooves, and splash softly whenever she took a step.
And then she would freeze; dragon-like tail swishing stiffly behind her, forcing the light blue-teal fur to idly flick water about, before her head would lurch forward sharply. Maw was open, and flat teeth would grasp the scales of one of those slippery little fish, before her head would jerk up suddenly, and throw the fish into the air.
She would jump, this time, into the air - maw wide to reveal the sharper fangs in the back, and they would close sharply upon the flailing creature. It wouldn't get away, now; the fangs pointed backwards, and would prevent it from escaping. No, instead, it was held there a moment, before the mare would begin to swallow it down, tongue helping to guide the creature down, until she could feel it drop into her stomach.
Blood held such a strong taste to it, but thankfully these little things didn't hold as much to them as the larger creatures did. She could deal with the taste, in such moderation as this one. Jiang-Li would remain here for a while longer, beneath the weeping skies and within the shallow depths of the lake she'd grown to love, and fish a little while longer, before departing for, perhaps, a drier patch of land.
Celu - as mysterious as it was beautiful. Some folks rumored that monsters dwelled deep beneath the blue waters of this pool; it only caused Jaing-Li to chuckle softly, bright yellow eyes gazing into the blue depths as best she could, with the given rains that dripped down from above. Light, and gentle; as if the sky was silently weeping over some sort of loss. Heh, what that loss was, she knew not, though one could so easily guess or assume that it was weeping over the..recent events that had occurred.
The return of that dreadful dragon, Sekh, and his undead minions had shaken most of the population. To think such necromancy would expand over such a vast area was..unimaginable, almost. The fact that it had happened, and in such a short amount of time caused panic and worry in many; but not the Karkadan. No, for what was there to fear? The damned dragon, his undead followers? Hah; the way she saw it, this was just another passing phase of the world, just as birth, life, and death. This was just the 'death' portion.
Nothing to fear, no. Why would anyone fear death? They would just start their life cycles over, it was all; just because this one ended did not mean their journeys were totally over. She believed in rebirth; once one dies, they come back again as another - unaware of their past lives, but living on within a different vessel, and making themselves whole once more throughout their second lifestyles, until it, again, would end. And around and around such a circle went, until sin or time, itself, came to crash down upon them.
But that was just herself, she supposed. Not many at all shared in her beliefs; hell, most of her..'kind' were malicious bastards that preferred the meat of other steeds, than the plants and fruits that the earth had given them, instead. Not that Jinag-Li had much to say; she wasn't about to go off and hunt down any of the other equines, oh heavens no, but she would indulge within the other small animals that lurked about, and got captured by her horns, or hooves, or jaw. Like fish, for example - which was the very reason for why where she was at today.
The rains always brought forth such delicious fish; little ones, big ones, colourful ones, dull ones; ones with fangs, and others with sucker-like lips. Most of them delicious, and some dangerous, but the mare knew how to tell what from what. Her parents did not leave her completely uneducated about the world around them. No, she learned much from them, and benefited greatly from the knowledge. She knew how to fight, how to flee, how to hunt, and how to hide, as well as observe. The latter of which she benefited most from, in her opinion. To be able to accurately read, and predict another being's movements before they had even performed them. Sometimes she was wrong, sometimes she was right - it was like a guessing game, of sorts, and it gave her a certain thrill.
A dark tongue would poke out from her lips, and run over them lightly, as she looked down into the waters; the light blue-teal mane upon her head and neck becoming heavy, and wet, the longer she stood within the light rains. But it didn't bother her. No, she was much more focused on something else, on the waters, on the fish. The dark shadows that moved beneath the rippling waters darted to and fro; some quicker than others. Some darker than others. But she would watch them, no less, and slowly light, split hooves would wade out into the waters. She would not go deep, but the waters would reside around the tops of her hooves, and splash softly whenever she took a step.
And then she would freeze; dragon-like tail swishing stiffly behind her, forcing the light blue-teal fur to idly flick water about, before her head would lurch forward sharply. Maw was open, and flat teeth would grasp the scales of one of those slippery little fish, before her head would jerk up suddenly, and throw the fish into the air.
She would jump, this time, into the air - maw wide to reveal the sharper fangs in the back, and they would close sharply upon the flailing creature. It wouldn't get away, now; the fangs pointed backwards, and would prevent it from escaping. No, instead, it was held there a moment, before the mare would begin to swallow it down, tongue helping to guide the creature down, until she could feel it drop into her stomach.
Blood held such a strong taste to it, but thankfully these little things didn't hold as much to them as the larger creatures did. She could deal with the taste, in such moderation as this one. Jiang-Li would remain here for a while longer, beneath the weeping skies and within the shallow depths of the lake she'd grown to love, and fish a little while longer, before departing for, perhaps, a drier patch of land.
