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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:07 pm
That done, he held his head high and pranced away, he managed to shape up that shrub, oh yes he did! The colt had somehow gotten away from his parents' watchful eyes and run as fast as he possibly could. Spending time with his sisters was almost as bad as listening to them lecture him about running off. Not that it mattered any longer, he was free to do as he pleased now that he was... That thought caused him to look around and check out the area, just where was he exactly? Okay so he was lost but that didn't mean anything... did it? Wait... he wasn't lost, he knew exactly where he was!
Or so he tried to convince himself. He wasn't afraid though, fear was one thing Jailhouse Rock rarely worried himself with. He was a brave little colt, but whether or not that was a good thing... he'd find out. All the adventures he'd ever been on usually ended with him being found but so far nothing really bad or interesting had happened...
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 5:15 am
The cold hadn't been too bothersome today. Most of what bothered the pale colored colt was the height of the snow that had fallen during the night. Sometimes it made walking through an area nearly impossible. And being on his own for the day, well, if he had fallen through a path of fairly deep snow there would be no telling if he could pull himself out of it.
But it didn't really worry Wanageeska all that much. He was a tough little individual. No snow would out wit him!
He had found a fairly cleared out and well beaten path to being his exploring for the day. After finishing his morning walk with father he had taken off for a bit of time to himself. His mother's constant eye on him made him feel a little constricted. And his brother's surely didn't help with all the trouble they liked to get themselves into. Not that Wana didn't like getting into a bit of trouble himself. As long as it wasn't serious trouble and his mother didn't find out.
Having snapped off a small twig from a nearby tree with his teeth. The colt chewed on it lightly. Letting it hang from the corner of his mouth as green eyes scanned the path before him. But the sound of movement up a head is what really caught his interest. So with a little nicker, he picked up his pace. Trotting forward, ever eager to explore the unknown. He was curious after all.
And soon all that curiousness had payed off as another colt came into view. He was dark, with splashes of color here and there. Wanageeska had never seen one with such color. Him and his family were fairly natural colored. The stranger seemed to be a bit confused about his surroundings. But Wana knew exactly where he was. So maybe this was the first time the other colt had been in this area.
With a wide grin on his face, he trotted up to the other. Keeping a good few feet of distance in case he was unwanted. Or maybe even an annoyance to this unfamiliar colt. "Hey there! Little lost?" He flicked his short tail a couple times before rolling the twig in his mouth to the other corner.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 3:43 pm
Two pinkish ears flickered catching the soft sound of the snow crunching beneath hooves. He turned slowly, keeping his head held high as he greeted the visitor. Expecting something exciting, Jailhouse Rock had planted his hooves in the snow, ready and waiting. Sadly, it had little effect on anything, considering his visitor seemed to be someone his size. He could take him! The young cold quickly decided, if they wanted to rumble he'd be the rumbler, oh yes he'd show him who was... The thought train stopped abruptly as he got a better look at the stranger... oh jeez, he thought to himself.
When he first saw the stranger he hadn't thought much about it, but at this point he didn't know what to say. First of all, this... thing... was chewing... on a stick... a stick! Rocky didn't want to be rude of course, he'd been told it was very unbecoming, but it looked kind of strange, just hanging there while he chewed on it. Hadn't the stranger ever been taught to chew things that fit in his mouth? So, instead of replying, running away or something a young colt would normally do... Rocky stood there, mouth agape as he watched the stranger with a clueless expression.
When the colt spoke, Rocky finally snapped out of it and closed his mouth. Him? Lost? How insulting! "Never!" he quickly replied to the colt and raised his nose in the air, "Getting lost is for girls! Sissy stuff!" Finally, bringing his face back down, level to the other colt's he glared, "Do you think I'm a girl or something? Well! I'm not!" that said, he paused and then as if he'd just remembered something, Rocky continued, "You realize you're chewing on a stick right? Chewing food that won't fit in your mouth is pointless!"
..and so, Rocky proceeded to tell the stranger just what was proper and... what wasn't. Not that he really knew anything, because if he knew anything about etiquette he would have shut his yap long ago.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 4:44 pm
He blinked rapidly a few times. A bit in shock to the way this other colt was acting. His personality reminded him a lot of Raja. Wana loved his brother, both of them really, but the attitude did grate on his nerves just a tiny bit.
But he took it all in strides. Maybe he just needed a friend. After all. If one was out on their own and lost, the best thing to have around would be a friend. Right?
"No, I don't think your a girl." He replied cooly. There was nothing wrong with being lost, at least he thought so. If you hadn't been somewhere before it was easy to get turned around. As for the stick in his mouth, it wasn't that big. At least to him. And he only did it cause it was maple and had a bit of a sweet taste to it. If not a bit dry from the cold weather. At least he had pretty much stripped the bark off of the end he was chewing on. "Well I'm not chewing on it to eat it. I'm only chewing on it cause it has a sweet taste when you do...."
Oh man. Wana wasn't sure approaching this other colt was such a good idea. Especially if he was going to lecture him on what was proper and what wasn't. Apparently this colt had an idea about the world and was stubborn about it. Pushing one's beliefs on others never got anyone too far in life.
"Anyway. I'm Wanageeska, Wana for short. Who are you?" The pale colt tilted his head before he let the stick drop from his mouth. He ran his tongue along his teeth to make sure no slivers of wood or arrant pieces of bark were left.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 6:30 pm
The little colt finally shut his mouth, and instead of talking he just sort of starred at the other, not quite sure what to say. Well, the good thing was... he didn't think that he was a girl, girls were big sissies, they had cooties too! Who wanted to be one of those?
His comment about the stick had his mind filling with questions, he'd never heard of chewing on twigs before but maybe this stranger was right. It wouldn't make much sense to chew on branches if the strange colt was lying. No matter, he didn't have time to check it out at this moment!
Jailhouse Rock blinked... twice, realizing the other colt was still talking.
Oh names! How had he forgotten to introduce himself? Rocky almost felt like bowing down to introduce himself but he decided formalities weren't that necessary, it's not like this guy was anybody important. "I am Jailhouse Rock, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Wanageeska!" it wasn't really but he had to say it, since he was teaching this Wana about etiquette. "You may call me Rocky!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:23 pm
"Rocky eh? Well that's certainly an interesting name you've got there. Pretty neat in my opinion." He smiled. Feeling a bit better now that introductions were out of the way. And perhaps it seemed that Rocky had settled down a bit. But Wana kept on his guard, just in case he might have to back peddle a bit.
Glancing about, the colt flicked his tail idly. "So, what are you doing all the way out here on your own Rocky? Going on an adventure of some sort or...something like that?" He had done a bit of adventuring himself, but usually not too far out of earshot of his parents. Wana's mother would have a heart attack if he just suddenly disappeared. So he wondered if Rocky had slipped off on his own, without telling his parents.
He supposed that some foals felt a bit more independent. And would rather just spend time on their own instead of with family. Wana had those urges sometimes, but was happy that no matter what when he went home his parents and brothers were there. Life was a bit harsh and cold at the moment. But eventually he'd leave the comfort of his family someday.
Everyone did anyways. At least as far as he knew.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:57 pm
Rocky pondered his name for a moment, his parents always told him it was special because of so and so or whatever but... he didn't quite understand. Often they said, "You'll understand some day." ..but who wanted to understand in the future? Oh well, this Wana liked his name so it must have been alright after all. The young colt didn't know how to reply to his comment anyhow so he just nodded and stared at Wana blankly, "What's a name anyway?"
Ears pricked, Rocky looked around quickly, what was he doing? He didn't like his family much, his two sisters especially, girls were gross. It was difficult, growing up with two sisters, they constantly drove him crazy so he normally just snuck away. "Family time is boring, I hate my sisters, they stink!" he quickly blurted out. Rocky seemed to have an idea stuck in his head that girls were better than boys but... there was no proof behind the ideal.
Rocky snorted and stomped his hoof into the snow, glaring at the distance as if he saw something. "I hate girls! They're useless and they have cooties!" he whined, "Why do I have to live with them?" It all started the same way, a tantrum over girls, "You don't like them, do you?" he quickly questioned.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:28 pm
Wanageeska's ears flicked back and forth as he listened to the world around him. The long silence between them seemed...well...long. One would say it was deafening, but that in and of itself was a bit of a contradiction and he never really understood that saying anyway. So why say it in the first place? "Mmm, well. Its really nothing more than a way to address someone you know. Instead of calling them 'hey you' or using some feature about them to address them."
He casually glanced at the stick he had spit out which now lay soggy and lonesome on the ground. It would take a while before it became dry again. The colt had been chewing on it for quite some time.
Rocky's question caught him a bit off guard. The pale colt had never really come across any girls. All he had were brothers really. "Well, my mom's a girl. And I like her. But I've never really met any girl's our size. All I have is brothers." He had to think before he spoke. One wrong word, one wrong tone and he might get backed into a corner. "What are cooties?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:24 pm
Rocky decided to ignore the names for now, maybe he was too young to understand or maybe he didn't want to understand. Either way, he'd avoid it for now. What he ignored, he didn't have to address... or... something like that!
Instead, the little colt looked around as if others were spying on them, he narrowed his eyes while looking and then moved in close to Wanageeska. "You don't know what cooties are?" he whispered, as if it was a huge secret. "Girls give them to you, the little ones, not the big ones like our mums. Once you get 'em you can never give it back! It's like a disease or something.." he looked around again and then whispered even softer to his new friend, "All they gotta do is touch you.. then you have it for life!"
He jumped back after he was done and put on his most serious expression, as if he'd just give the other colt wisdom of a lifetime. Little did he know that there was no such thing as "cooties" and it was just some rumour other colts passed around. They'd all said it was top secret, so he'd never told anyone before, but he couldn't let the guy go on without knowing! It was his duty to inform all of the young colts like himself, about the dangers they faced when talking to.. girls.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:24 am
The young colt's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Rocky told him of these cooties. A disease? That girls gave you? It seemed so horrible! But what exactly were the effects of this disease? What would happen if he caught it and how would he know he had it?
So many questions ran through his mind that it almost made him dizzy. Ears flicked back as he gave a weak little flick of his tail. "H-how do you know if you've got it? Can you catch it from others who've caught it?!" His little heart fluttered in a near panic. He didn't want to catch some horrible disease! If it was as truly horrible as Rocky had made it out to be. Which it really did seem like something horrible.
How could girls be so cruel as to give boys these cooties? Moms couldn't give it though, so perhaps he'd just avoid girls all together until he was grown. Maybe when your grown you get some sort of protection from cooties. "I don't want cooties!" Wana squealed lightly in protest.
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