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 Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:20 pm
 
Cloven indigo hooves kept her moving as she walked. She had no idea how she had inherited such hooves, as she did not have the horn on her head to allow her such a pleasure.
But she didnt dwell on it anymore. She had as a foal, but those were silly little things to wonder about now.
She was angry, her heart still beating wildly, and a small bruise above her eye where Marahute had fought her.
Sapphire amethyst orbs were angry as she walked, keeping her ebony tresses from her face as she continued on.
She had no idea as to where she was going. None at all. She was mostly pacing.
She couldnt help this feeling anymore. She had only kept to the thought of anger recently, but it didnt matter either. She had always felt that burning.. Always felt the betrayal. And now that she had voiced that betrayal, she felt better in fighting.
Felt better in keeping herself strong.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 4:41 pm
He had seen her enter the clearing in an upset manner, her pretty face marred with anger. The stallion had been polite and looked away to mind his own business and went on grazing in between the trees o the forest, hidden by their shadow. Every few minutes though, he could hear her footsteps, showing she had not left. He would soon be seen if she had a keen eye, and hopefully she would not bother him as if he were some stalker.
Stepping out, he brought his eyes on th pacing mare, his expression guarded. What could a mare be so utterly angered about? He tossed his mane to move a lock of hair out of his eye, his attention on her as he cleared his voice, hoping to catch her attention.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 5:18 pm
Her huff was startled as she turned, looking for the noise she had heard. She had assumed she was alone, but apparently she had been in a state of mind where she had not seen the stranger.
He was handsome enough.. she guessed. She wasnt really in her normal flirty mood. She was hurting, and she was angry.
The fight her and Mara had had been terrible, and even though Mara didnt fight alot, she still got a few kicks into Nainas soft body.
Naina was bruised and she swore up and down curse words that came to her tongue.
Father had taught her those words. But her attention went back to teh darker stallion with markings of azure.
She stopped, cocked her head, and just stared at him, ears erect.
"...Hello?.."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 3:00 pm
Though they were quite a few stridesaway from each other, Marius could see the darker coloring above her eye, indicating a bruise. He quirked a brow, walking farther out of the shadows. He flicked his tail in an attempt to appear welcoming and not creepy, his lips somewhat pursed as he tried to tell what situation she had just emerged from. It was obvious after a second after analyzing her posture and how she responded to seeing him.
She had just come from a fight.
He stood tall, leaning his head forward as he stayed a few feet away, "Perhaps I could escort you to a stream? Water may... Calm you, and help that ickle wound bestowed above your eye," his tone was sincere, though the feeling did not reach his eyes wholeheartedly. It was polte to offer, hence why he did. His dear mother and father would think ill of him if he did different.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 3:05 pm
Keeping her head high, and her guard up, she watched the stallion come closer until he was feet away. She knew he stood so far because he wanted to be able to have the option to run if the need arose.
And look at her..
He was probably thinking the need to run would happen surely. She looked mean and spiteful.. and.. really torn up.
Glancing at his eyes, and not really feeling that he was as polite as he was pretending to be, she spoke to him softly. Her voice ever the ethereal ghostly voice she had always had. Soft, like a whisper it could have been considered inaudible.
"Water? Calming..?" She looked at him as a filly who didnt understand would look and then to her feet.
"I dont know that water could calm the anger inside.. or the pain outside."
She said, referring to her bruises and cuts.
He was being polite, so she would be polite. But she wasnt happy, and she was almost positive her demeanor, though she tried wasnt happy either.
She knew she looked pissed, but look at her. She couldnt be pretty and bruised at the same time.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 5:53 pm
At her tone, he nearly winced. He eyed her cuts and bruises with a frown. He had never encountered another who was injured. He didn't know what to do besides doing wha he thought was right. There was a stream enarby... She needed her wounds cleaned. He sighed before speaking, offering a light smile. It reached his eyes this time, for he knew he'd be no better than some Kalona if he left her alone, hurt, and angry.
"The water will soothe the pain on the outside, miss," he chimed, but not so cheerily. He didn't want to annoy her. He stepped to her side and nudged her neck lightly against her shoulder, "We'll head north for a bit, tehre's a stream. We'll get your wounds cleaned out. The time to walk should help calm you down." He stated, knowing this was a good oppotunity to know what had attaced the mare. It was an open invitation to speak, but she didn't need to.
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