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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 6:32 pm
PRP between Antirr (Lita Rutherford) and Undine (catmagick)  The tired stallion stood in the river near his mothers home. Looking around he guess he was closer to the lake...closer to his father. Ugh. He sighed and watched the water behind him run a pink tinge. It wasn't his fault the pathetic thing hadn't moved. Stupid, thats what it was. Stupid little creature. Didn't taste good either. Dipping his head he drank the now clear water. Least now he knew meat was not this thing. It had taken a while for him to come to this conclusion but still, now he knew. Moving out of the water he sat beside it, munching on the grass to fill and settle his uneasy stomach. His mane and tail glittered, a trait he had inherited from his mother, and shifted in the breeze. Calm. He hadn't felt that in a long while.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:13 pm
 Walking slowly beside the river the young mare let out a soft sigh. No one seemed to be around today. As she walked she watched the river. She stopped and frowned as she saw pink running downstream. Realizing that it was blood she continued on her way upstream cautiously. It would figure that as soon as she found someone it would turn out be a kalona or skinwalker. But she had never heard of one of them washing the blood off before. Maybe someone was hurt or it could be a trap. Rounding a bend she came to a stop at the sight of a dark red stallion. Blinking she stood there confused, he didn’t look like either a kalona or a skinwalker and he didn’t appear to be hurt. She remained were she was not sure if she should approach or not.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:39 pm
Antirr yawned, standing and shaking off the grass and, in the process, the flowers that clung to his mane and tail. He frowned. Stupid flowers. Lifting a hoof he stomped, crushing them into the grass. "Stupid things." he muttered. So fragile. Snorting he lifted his head to look about for more flowers to replace the lost ones and froze. Breathing and all forms of movement within him ceased as he stared, almost rudely, at the mare before him. Ok perhaps the meat was getting to him. Or the sun, yes the sun. The water was bad? Could this creature be real? She seemed more a fantasy. A vary beautiful fantasy. He shook his head and looked away, going back to look for flowers as he moved along the river towards the mare. She was probably a moron anyway. They always were. He sighed inwardly. Or she was weak. Ugh, weak mares. As he got closer he stopped and looked at her once more. A sneer moved to his face as he looked her over. "And what oyster did you crawl out of?" He questioned. Ok so it technically was a compliment...but perhaps she wouldn't realize it, being as he said it as nastily as possible.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:13 pm
She watched as he crushed the flowers that had been in his mane and tail. Guess he doesn’t like flowers she thought somewhat amused. Following him with her eyes as he came closer she blinked in surprise at his remark. “Are you always this charming?” she asked with a annoyed look. Even if he did just call her a pearl there was no reason for her to be nice. Flicking her tail she stood there glaring at him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:23 pm
A feisty one, eh? He'd died and gone to heaven! "Charming? My dear i think your beautiful exterior has imposed on your interior. And why such a sour look?" He smirked, moved around her in a predatory manner. "What is your name?" he all but ordered of her. She, in truth, had caught him off guard. Something so beautiful with such a bite in her words? A turn on much? He laughed at her glare. "My dear you really shouldn't try so hard to look so mad, its unbecoming of a precious thing such as yourself."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:52 pm
Precious? If he calls me a flower next he’s so getting hurt, she thought with a shake of her head. “Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” she said not about to give any ground were he was concerned. Turning away from him she walked over to the river. In the guise of getting a drink she looked back at him trying to hide a smirk.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:07 pm
He snorted, but took this opportunity to get a nice look at her tail. He smirked. "Ah, of course, how rude of me, little princess." He said, sarcasm dripping from his words. "I am called Antirrhinum majus" he said. Who cared if he gave his name first. "But you can call me Lord Antirr" he smirked. Ah she had bite like his old girls, but she was ten times the beauty they were. She was smarter to. Would she fall to him? He moved forward, stopping parallel to her, looking into the water. Lowering his head he dipped his muzzle into the water before a crunch. Lifting his head the fish he now held in his mouth flailed in an attempt to get free. Another crunch and it hung limp. Dropping it he eyed her. "And your name?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:29 pm
Undine snorted looking out across the river. “Only in your dreams, Antirr,” she purred ignoring the fish. “I’m called Undine,” she said softly. She found him confusing , he seemed to be full of contradictions. She turned back to him and looked him up and down. Despite his actions she wasn’t afraid of him. So far he hadn't made any threating moves towards her after all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:33 pm
"Undine is it? a fitting name. Did you crawl out of the sea, Undine?" Her name had a ring to it. And her voice. "How do you manage that, my dear? such a tone with such a face?" he questioned, moving closer, looking her over again. "Alone?" He added another question as he moved to look around. Did she have a companion who was waiting to take his head? He laughed at the thought, as if. He could take anyone who dare. Lifting the fish he bite into it, testing it. Perhaps fish was better then rabbit.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:55 pm
“Out of the sea, no. I’m from across the ocean,” she said regarding him with amusement. Putting on a innocent look she asked “What tone?” She tossed her head laughing. “If your asking if I have a mate then the answer is no. I haven’t been on this side very long, and there was no one back there.” She was starting to like this stallion. He didn't appear to be afraid to speak his mind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 10:03 pm
Or not. Spitting out the fish he moved to take a large gulp of water. "Nasty" he muttered. "Mate, boyfriend, stalker or protective brother." he said, shrugging. "Neither here nor there. Anyone who might be waiting to take my head off." He smirked. But from across the ocean? A foreigner. "And how long is not vary long?" he asked. "A summer? two?" He glanced about. "you don't have any brats about you do you?" A mare with foals...yeah no. no matter how feisty or hot and single she might be, brats was a no no. He'd kill them. Any mare of his was his and his children would be the only thing coming out of her. "I don't do...well...with other stallion's miserable brats." He explained. Mid way through his explanation his tone quieted. He had caught the smell of his mother and...well it would not be good for her to show up now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 10:32 pm
She looked thoughtful. “Half a year.” She looked down at her reflection in the water. “Do I look like I have kids?” she asked with a frown. She wasn’t vain when it came to her looks but what young single mare wouldn’t be concerned. Blinking she shook her head. “There’s no way I’d have kids by myself, I‘d kill the male if he tried to abandon his young.” She looked back at him startled by what she just said. She wasn't the violent type.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 10:44 pm
"Now thats a little harsh, i'd just kill the kids." He said in an off hand manner. He smirked. No one that beautiful could be perfect. "Though my mother might have something to say against that." He snorted, his mood souring fast at the thought of his father. The b*****d. "I do agree with you however. A father should be there for their young." Unlike his father. He smirked again. "You do realize killing the poor fool would still leave you alone with foals, don't you?" he added. "And no, my precious pearl, you do not look anything of the sort."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 11:02 pm
“Yes, but that way he couldn’t do it to another mare,” she said still trying to figure out where the violent thought had come from. Noticing his sour mood she walked into the river flicking her tail to cause water droplets to fly towards him and hiding her blush. Turning once she had the blush under control she watched him from under lowered lashes. “I like you better when your being rudely endearing,” she said with a smirk.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 11:14 pm
He blinked as the water hit him. "Rudely endearing?" His mood lifted at her smirk. "My dear pearl I'm terrified my intentions are not clear. Heaven forbid i be...endearing." He added a bit more the make it sound even more absurd. "I was merely trying to be rude! Well i must certainly try to improve my technique if even a mare such as yourself is reading me all wrong." Yeah, he liked this one. Either she had really good timing, or she read him vary well. "I do apologize, i'll try better next time." He snorted, looking determined a moment before laughing. She didn't push his buttons and for once, he was glad about that. He was tired of the button pushing bickering prima dona's and a calmer, sassy girl like this. Well, she'd do, he though. She'd do perfectly.
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