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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:31 pm
 The little sun conure colored mare bathed and preened herself in the river, the flow of it cooling her down as the sun was out today. It really was gorgeous out. She smiled as she watched the gleam of her golden coat reflected in the water. Her multicolored feax hawk was still dry, that just wouldn’t do. She dipped her head in the water and her smile widened. Small silver fish darted between her legs as a frog watched her from a lily pad from the shallow banks. She sighed softly, she looked to the skies wondering what they had in store for her. Things hadn’t been working out well, perhaps they’d take a step for the better.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:13 pm
A pair of icy blue eyes watched her from the shadows of the forest. The large black stallion had come for a drink, but seeing her there had stopped him. He wasn't a sociable sort, oh, not at all. But she was a small mare, and he was thirsty. Also, the mud on his hooves had been bothering him. It needed to come off. Snorting with displeasure, he made his way down to the river anyway, tossing his mane.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:30 pm
The female chirped happily, before she heard the rustle of the brush she turned to see an ebony male with the strangest of wings. They were beautiful. She hadn’t seen anything like it. Kila was the one whom could admire and appreciate beauty when she saw it. She sank down in to the river a bit. She was feeling exposed in away. She wasn’t intending on having anyone watch her bathe. She blinked at him. “Hi,” she replied in an gentle and almost innocent tone. Her light eyes watched him, he seemed in a foul mood so she thought she’d try and be nice. “You alright?” she asked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:36 pm
Why did these mares always have to speak to him? Shaking his head, he dipped down to take a sip of the cool water, before lifting it again to peer at her. She was an almost fascinating mare, with a unique mane and colouring. But unique wasn't always good.
Tilting his head at her, he nodded curtly. "I am fine, yes."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:45 pm
She lifted her wings from the water and looked down, as if she were afraid to look at him. "Well even though I don't believe you I'll take your word for it." she made a soft current with her wings as she looked to him again before glancing away just as quick. The frog that had been sitting on the lily pad was losing the race with the river's current. She reached her maw out in front of her and it climbed aboard before jumping across her face and onto her back. She turned to look at the small creature, so odd they were. She walked closer to the banks but kept her distance from him. "So what's your name anyways?" she asked curiously.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:54 pm
He ignored that, dipping his hooves into the water one by one to wash off the mud, taking special care with his white one. A look of displeasure crossed his face as he watched the slimy frog climb over her, but he said nothing about it.
"Auster," he replied, looking into the water.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:59 pm
"Are you always so bitter Auster?" she blinked as she nosed the frog and it hopped on to the main land, she smiled gently at it as she looked back to him. She felt uneasy around him, but he still was pretty. Maybe thats why, he felt better than everyone else cause he had the looks? No, she wouldn't make that assumption. Ares was like that. She blinked at him as she made a rush back into the water make rather nice waves. "Do you not like frogs?" he seemed disgusted at it. It was just a small creature. She liked the colorful ones better, though said to be dangerous they never harmed her. She liked looking at them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:09 pm
He lifted his head and blinked at her. "Are you always so blunt?" he countered before wading into the water himself. He huffed a little at the site of a rather large and ugly fish nearby, his white tipped ear flicking.
"No, I am not fond of frogs. Slimy things, you never get the feeling off them out of your hair." Heaven forbid one of the frogs touched his mane or tail.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:16 pm
"Sometimes," she replied. "Depends on my mood." she looked down again. He didn't ask for her name, so she didn't care to give it to him. Its not like he really cared nor wanted to see her again...so why bother. Or bother? She smirked deviously. She marched herself out of the water and and flicked her wings, walking off in to the brush. But not in a moments time she was back running and catapoulting herself in the water in a cannon ball like fashion.
She came to the surface keeping her maw under it and just looking at him. He was soaked. Score, one to nothing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:32 pm
When she started to leave, he looked relaxed and dipped his head for another drink. His ears pricked at the sound of running hoof beats, and he looked up, eyes widening as he saw her running and leaping into the river.
The splash went effectively over him, soaking every inch. His full mane and tail were now limp and soaked and all the stallion could do was gape at her in disbelief.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:55 pm
She smiled wickedly but only started preening her wings again. "You're clean now." Hey, she had gotten here first. So she should be the pissy one for intruding instead she was playing nice. She lifted her tail from the water and started to preen that too. She chirped happily as she started to hum an upbeat tune, it had an essence of sorrow to it. "That look is better than the bitter one." she smiled softly as she watched him with eyes that saw more than they should've for her young age. Indeed she had been through a lot, but she was moving on. Her spirits were lifting up again. Perhaps she could cheer him up to? She treaded closer to him, keeping her eyes on the water before looking to him. "Do you ever play?" she questioned.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:07 pm
Regaining his composure, he scowled at her, shaking his head to dislodge some of the water. "I was clean before," he hissed, very displeased to have been nearly drowned by her wave. He was an intelligent horse, but very bitter indeed. He wouldn't tell you if you asked why, perhaps because he couldn't really remember.
"Play? I'm no longer a foal. Frolicking isn't something I have time to do."
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:13 pm
"You sound like my daughter," she replied softly, with the shrug of her shoulders. "Well you don't seem like your busy either." she splashed him with her wing again. She scowled at him, mimicking him. "That face is not so attractive. You should try and smile more." she beamed.
"Playing is for anyone." she stated informativly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:23 pm
Well. She was a persistent mare. Spreading out his wings to shake the water off them as well, he looked at her with an even gaze. "I have no desire to play."
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:28 pm
Her eyes widened as her mouth gaped, "You mean you have no desire to splash me back and potentially soak me to the bone?" she shook her head. "I just don't think you have the guts too." she smirked.
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