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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:20 am
Crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! The little colt zig-zagged away from the teepees and on to the open plain, doing his best to keep his balance over the uneven ground. His ears flicked back at the sounds of one aggravated (and very pregnant) mare whose treat he had just stole. The black and green furred boy had thought it was fair game - she had set it down for a moment. Surely if she'd really wanted it the black and red mare would have eaten it on sight!
That would teach those silly two-legged creatures to let a wild one like him upon their lands. It wasn't necessarily something to be proud of, but the black and green colt was beginning to form a bit of a reputation amongst the tribes. . .And it wasn't necessarily a good one! He had a list of small crimes that continued to grow, with theivery being top on the list!
But Chandar couldn't help it! Not. . . not really. There were so many shinies to be had, so many treats that others took for granted. Why shouldn't he have them? The only time it was considered theivery was when he got caught. . . .
Like today.
Thankfully he was young and had energy to spare. The mare with the bulging belly couldn't run nearly as fast as he and on top of it she was rather smitten with the lady two-legger of the tribe. She wouldn't give chase in her condition and was sure to get another treat soon. To Chandar, this was fast becoming a win-win situation.
Like a rocket he galloped over the plains, bee-lining it to the edge of the nearest forest. His dark coat (despite its glowing green) sometimes worked as camouflage within the forest. Should some angry natives come chase -or the angry mares mate - he could get lost within the woods and fast. Sides heaving, the boy dropped the apple at his feet and took time to catch his breath.
What a rush!
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:28 am
 She was still getting used to her adult form, with a flick of her ear the mare nudged an apple forward away from the tree she's just plucked it from. With a crunch she consumed it in one bite, she really needed to chew things, as she coughed a bit.
She looked around, a bit bored she stood there idle for a moment, before she looked to the clear sky, the clouds taunted her slightly. She snorted, Lady Amarantha had taught her to fly, she started running, the wind picking up her mane and tail as she unfolded her wings and took to the sky.
Soaring above the land, the movement of a ebony and green creature caught her attention, she smirked as she decided to have a bit of fun. She let out a whine, as she started to dive down towards the creature.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 12:50 am
He had thought he was out of harms way. Everything would be cool now that the silly, pregnant mare was far out of sight. Ready to partake in the delicious looking apple at his feet, he bowed his head for a bite when a strange shadow flew overhead.
What on earth . . . that was no hawk shadow. Instead it was . . . AN ATTACK! Something gold and cream, touched with the colours of autumn was nose diving its way straight at him. He could only believe that the tribe had let loose some secret weapon - a secret of winged soquili! And it was quite obvious that the long haired creature was aiming right at him.
"IT'S MINE!" He cried, stamping his hoof as he pinned his ears back, fear warring with frustration. How dare THEY try to steal HIS prized fruit!
Bunch of meanies they were.
Apple not quite forgotten, he snatched it up on his mouth with a shriek and bolted. Stupidly he didn't go within the forest that was behind him, but straight out in to the open plains. Turning around would have taken too much time as far as his little colt logic was concerned. Running underneath the shadow, eyes wide he ran. . . .
But. . but where? He couldn't go back the way he had come - the natives would kill him! - so the only choice was onward. He'd defend this apple with his life if need be. . . for though he had no problem taking what wasn't his, he was avidly against being 'burgled' by others.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:01 am
At the colts shouting words, Zarimunia's held tilted a bit to the side. What was he shouting about? She asked herself, as he raced away from her, she continued her dive.
As the land came up before her, she outstretched her front legs, making sure to keep them loose and yet ready for the hard landing, she came into contact with the earth, continuing to run as she folded her wings against her sides she let out a laugh. "Little colt..." She called out, she didnt do well with two leggers herself, her mothers two legger was the only one she felt comfortable around, and that was rarely. "Im not going to hurt you.." She continued to call out.
She laughed a little more, her streaming tricolored mane and tail soaring out behind her like proud banners. She loved to run, and this chase was amusing her as well.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 11:37 am
Oooooh no! She did not just land and start running after him! A peek over his shoulder and it was true! The golden touched, winged soquili was chasing him! Those natives just didn't know when to let things go, did they? He had already drooled all over the apple - there was no way that fat mare was going to want it back now!
Besides - she was so heavy she had been dubbed a term - PREGNANT. If she was pregnant than she really needed to diet. He was doing her a favor by assisting in eating habits. Fruits were good but full of sugar - now she was stuck grazing the fields for much healthier greenery.
So why didn't this winged female just let off!
Chandar wanted to respond to her tease. She wouldn't hurt him? Yeah - sure - whatever. All she wanted was for him tos top so she could fight him and take back the apple! But even if she did get HIS apple, who was to say she wouldn't just eat it herself? Though he could run fast his gait wasn't nearly as long as the stranger following. . .
He'd be out ran in a few more strides for sure! Chandar's mind worked, the clogs trying to come up with some new escape. There was no way out of this one, not at all. The only thing he could do was fight and defend both his honor and his fruit!
Whirling around in a sudden twist, the male caught his balance. Nostrils flaring, he lowered his head and pawed at the ground. His ears were pinned back, his shaggy green and black mane wild from the run. Dropping the apple by his feet, standing over it like it were some protective child, the boy swished his tail irritably. "You want it you better come and get it!" He huffed, trying to look as intimidating as possible.
Just let her see how tough he was! Who cared if she was twice his size and fully equipped with functional wings.
This was Chandar. He could take her. . . .
. . . . . . . . maybe.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 3:38 am
Skidding to a hault before she trampled over the little colt, she reared back slightly, she snorted and tossed her mane.
"You cant just do that..almost got yourself killed." She panted as her sides heaved. She didnt want to run him over after just saying she wouldnt hurt him.
As his words sunk into her skull, she arched her brow and stared at him for a long moment, what on earth was he going on about.
"Want what?" She tilted her head to the side, then the apple caught her attention, she snorted a laugh.
"I dont want your apple, if I wanted one I could fly to the tree tops and get my own..I dont steal from foals." She shook her head.
"I thought maybe you'd like to play a game of tag or something.." Zarimunia was the forever filly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 11:59 am
What. . . . ? What was she lecturing him about now? What couldn't he do - turn around and protect his hot goods!? This apple was rightfully his - there was no way that the original owner was going to find him now. Well. . . unless this winged one was on her way to give him a thrashing he (probably) deserved.
Chandar had yet to know.
Still keeping his protective stance over the fruit, he eyed the winged mare with mistrust. Hmmm. . . . .Did she really not want his apple or was she just saying that to let his guard down? He shifted uneasily from hoof to hoof until she mentioned the secret word - game.
Bright blue eyes suddenly lit, all mistrust gone. Surely if she wanted to play that meant she DIDN'T want his meal! "Oh I'll play a game, all right! Just no cheating and flying," he warned, stamping his hoof. He frowned for a moment to let her know he was serious before a bright grin broke through. "Well, I guess you can fly a little bit," he changed his mind grudgingly. "I haven't seen one of you flyers up close before!" The only ones he ever had met were those chasing him or witnessed them flying off upon the horizon.
It would be fun to have to get away from the Wind. . . . She might have the upper hand, but Chandar was sure of his speed.
"Let me quick eat this. . ." Hurriedly, rushed more than before in case she change her mind about the game, the thin little colt devoured the apple greedily. He didn't offer to share because there wasn't much to go around and on top of it he looked as if he needed all the nutrients he could get!
"I'm Chandar!" He explained between bites, doing his best not to choke as he practically inhaled his snack.
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