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Post by faith on Dec 22, 2009 7:13:25 GMT -5
'cause life's a bitch, then you die
The filly trotted through the crowds of horses towering over her, swishing her tail gently, her eyes barely glancing over her surroundings. She held her head high, and her too-long legs carried her gracefully, if slightly unsteadily, across the ground. She reached a small hill, and cantered to the top, surveying the fields when she reached the crown of the hill, where it was less crowded and she had a better view of her fellow horses. They crowded round in groups, whinnying, some fighting, others flirting, all parts of life.
you might as well enjoy yourself while you've got the chance
The fily grinned to herself, wondering what would happen to her here. She had only recently left the orphanage, and this big, wide world was beckoning her, glittering with life. Her lust for knowledge grew, and she left the security of her home and her so-called friends to meet it. |
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Post by Essence on Dec 24, 2009 20:13:28 GMT -5
Not all that far away from the crest on which the excited filly stood, another female equine emerged from the trees on the border of Traveler's Field. Lifting her shadow-hued forelegs, she stepped neatly over and around the underbrush, then continued on her way, meandering towards the congregations and cliques of the other horses with her muscled neck held high and powerful legs under her.
Midnight Sun, known by few as Midna, rolled her eyes to herself as her dark eyes caught sight of everything: giggling mares, blushing stallions, and, most prominent of all, perhaps, malevolent brutes, charming idiotic mares with smooth, polite words of the tongue. Entertaining, though occasionally sickening when the stallion... 'plays' with his food. She, personally, would know. Upon her midnight-colored hide lay scars of all shapes and sizes, some recent, others years old, making her silky hide dissonant in places. Still, not all of them came from stallions. Not that she cared, though.
She marched on, cutting through groups without so much as a backward glance, an action that was earning her many looks from others, whether it be annoyed, admiring, or apprehension. Ignoring them all, she finished her silly ambling and came to a halt at the bottom of a small hill, facing the way she'd just come.
What to do... the friesian thought to herself with a smug grin as she eyed the groups of her fellow equines, her gaze not unlike the look a hawk gives when it watches its prey.
((OOC: Sorry, I'm outta practice with darks. >.> Hopefully next post is better, though. ^^))
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Post by faith on Dec 25, 2009 3:06:31 GMT -5
Don't worry, I haven't rped any kind of animal in about three months, I'm all rusty as well.
Tripper glanced around happily, a grin distorting her face. It was all she had expected, and so much more. She remembered snippets of the outside world, but only noises, smells, feelings. She took a while turning around, her hooves crushing the springy grass below her without second thought. Bright eyes scanned the crowds. When she had completed her circle, she saw a big, black mare at the foot of her hill, and decided to go and talk. She looked alone. Taking a few steps forward, she slipped on the grass, tripping over her long legs and rolling to the bottom. She landed at the mare's hooves in a messy bundle, quickly untangling herself and getting up. She lifted herself up too fast though, and stood swaying, her eyes glassy. |
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Post by Essence on Dec 25, 2009 11:52:02 GMT -5
Midna, present on the very outskirts of the groups of equines, stood quietly, patiently, the slight breeze seeping through the air rippling her banners. She flicked her tail impatiently as an obnoxious, miniscule fly took a fancy to her haunches, dark eyes still surveying any and all movements in her line of sight. Suddenly, her ears cocked back, brushing against her poll as she caught the slight sound of something, or perhaps someone, behind her.
Whirling around quickly, she saw a small figure tumbling down the small hill above her, headed directly towards her, finally crumpling in a heap at her feet, dust rising in the air around her. A filly, two years at the most, overo-colored and long-legged. And clumsy. VERY clumsy. For a split second Midna stared down at her, then opened her maw. Laughter, mocking, chilling, amused laughter, spilled out as she took a step away from the filly, tossing her head to clear the dust off her shining pelt.
"With grace like that, suitors will be tripping over themselves to get to you. Provided you can stay standing yourself,"she sneered, rolling her eyes and chuckling. Really, the ages some parents deemed appropriate to wander were so ridiculous.
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Post by faith on Dec 26, 2009 6:42:53 GMT -5
Tripper tilted her head to listen to the mare's cutting remarks, but she barely registered the thinly veiled insult in the black fae's comment. Grinning, she replied mischiviously, "Maybe I don't want them standing up." Shaking her body, dust rising from it in a cloud, she glanced up at the pretty, dark mare and flashed her another cheeky grin. "I can tell you're in the same position, with that sparkling personality." Flicking an itch on her flank with a snap of her tail, she casually gazed out around the crowd, looking at everything and everyone except the horse in front of her. |
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Post by Essence on Dec 26, 2009 11:10:31 GMT -5
Midna rolled her eyes again. Talk about flirtatious, and bold, to be sure. Combined with clumsy, that could equal a recipe for disaster. This cute fae wasn't careful, and the first dark brute to lay eyes on her would take advantage of her, and heaven knows that wouldn't be pretty. Oh well, why did she even care? This filly was no concern of hers.
At the fae's second comment, Midna, surprisingly taken back, let out another laugh, though this one wasn't as mocking, and much more amused.
"Touché. Very good. Though, who said I wanted them near me, hmm?" she asked, lifting her neck as she shook her ebony tassels, before looking back down at the filly.
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Post by faith on Jan 2, 2010 8:06:21 GMT -5
"Touché. Very good. Though, who said I wanted them near me, hmm?"
Tripper still didn't meet the fae's eyes, gazing out across the grass, so she missed the horses reaction, although she heard the sharp laugh and only half-contemptuous reply. Tripper took a while before answering, her eyes glossed over as she stared around blankly. "Every mare wants stallions around sooner or later. Even if you don't now, you will." |
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Post by Essence on Jan 3, 2010 0:07:28 GMT -5
Well, now. Perhaps the filly wasn't so ignorant after all. At least she seemed to occasionally make sense. Still, the 'even if you don't now, you will' part of her sentence irked the dark mare, most likely more than the girl could understand.
"Another good point, for some. Still, I believe I've had all the... fun I can take with stallions, at this point, for a very, VERY long time," Midna replied darkly, her voice low, sarcasm and disdain laid on thick. Her eyes found several stallions, dark, she could tell, situated on the edge of the wood that ran one of the sides of Traveler's field, seducing and/or terrifying young mares.
A cold breeze swept swiftly through the field, ruffling and pulling upon both horses' banners. Snorting, Midna arched her head again, shaking herself. As she did so, the wind raised the mare's midnight pelt, exposing her many, many scars cutting across the smooth ebony surface, making her past wounds much more prominent.
"So, my wise little stranger, do you have a name? Or do you prefer to remain anonymous? she finally asked, turning her gaze to the young equine beside her, smirking.
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