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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 2:57 pm
Vulcan had been an adult for some time. However...he had not met many others yet. No, the stallion had kept mostly to himself for some time. It wasn't be cause he was antisocial, or didn't like others. He simply hadn't run into others. Perhaps they avoid him because of his large, flaming wings. Maybe those were scary? No, he doubt that much. It wasn't like they were shooting out flames. From afar, he imagined they didn't even look like they were fire.
The stallion walked along, towards a small river, and dipped his head down to take a drink. If there was one thing he hated more then anything, it was water. Fire didn't go with water. Nor did he. Sure, he drank it to get by. He carefully bathed himself when absolutely necessary.
Bringing his head up, Vulcan looked around. The forest seemed still, and evening was descending upon him. That was good, he enjoyed the night much more then the day, despite the inconvenience of his glowing wings. Perhaps it was that his mother was half Kalona. Which made him one forth, despite the fact that the gene had not been dominant in him. It had shown itself in one of his sisters, though.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:21 pm
 Dmitrria walked, head low, tail dragging through the woods, listening for the sound of water. Insanely thirsty, and insanely tired, she was seemingly desperate for food, water and attention of sorts. She left her home in another patch of woods from her family and some acquaintances that had said good byes to her. Life seemed to secure near her family, Dmitrria wanted excitement, adventure. The days of walking brought no hope for her.
She near the stream and lowered her head, and greedily drank. Her mane fell into the water, the tips touching the surface. "Aw, hell." She flipped her mane back, gazing upon a dark figure. Dmitrria stared quietly, looking at the firey wings. She had seen many others with wings, but not made of fire. The ones with butterfly wings always caught her fancy but these captured her like no other wings had before. They were unlike a butterflies,: clear, seemingly moving, and in a strange way she felt the warmth from a distance. Excitement prevented her from speaking, what could she say to something so lovely?
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:40 pm
Vulcan raised his head, and saw just down the river a bit...at mare. A grin slowly crossed his face. A charming, practiced grin. He wasn't overly feminine, but Vulcan was quite aware of his appearance. He knew what stupid mares loved, and he knew how to get what he wanted through it.
"Well, well, well. It seems I've come upon a lovely mare in my travelings!" he said, flicking his longish bangs back from his eyes. "May I be graced with your name, perhaps?" he asked, taking a few confident steps forward to her.
Vulcan knew what he was doing, and he knew how to do it. Sometimes his intentions were bad. Not ever anything more then using them to get food, or escort him somewhere. Yes, he used mares sometimes, but he had his limits, and knew when he was being too cruel. A bit of cruelty never hurt a mare, right?
He met her eyes, and waited quietly for a response. Mares were delicate creatures, and some got offended quite easily, while others would throw themselves at any stallion with more then two legs. Some had class, some did not. However, class was no gauge of usefulness.
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