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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 4:30 pm
Nighttime once again blanketed Charlotte's part of the Earth. She was all smiles, sneaking away for another excursion. Her mother and sister were otherwise occupied, apparently. Charlie always ran off to explore the land and play "bandit". Her elusive routine grew mundane by now, so a little slacking was allowed, and she stomped off in the general direction of the deeper woods. Their hollow of a home grew boring when the sky was lit by stars and moon. Her mom called it safe. And her sister, of course, called her mom whenever the chance came up. If her sister was a bandit, 'oooh, she'd get it! And bad!'
But no. Her sister was not a bandit. Far from it, actually. Charlie didn't think Rayne would spare a stray strand of hair for a journey into the forest like her own. Chuckling, Charlotte thought what would happen if she - gods forbid! - got splattered with mud!
Twigs cracked audibly beneath careless ebony hooves.
Maybe Charlotte should bring back some mud. Special delivery, just for sister dearest. The black filly barely struggled to stifle her giggles, hopping over a dislodged trunk. Why wouldn't Rayne understand the fun of adventure? The beauty of getting dirty? After all, dirt and grime washed off easily. Sorrow and loneliness didn't.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:10 pm
 Once again Rayne caught her sister sneaking off. For some reason she liked taking off at night to do the weirdest things, things Rayne wouldn't imagine doing herself. Why her sister did them? Who knew. She definitely didn't have the faintest clue.
Following the black filly through to the thick brush and the darkest parts of the wood, she made sure to keep as silent and graceful as the smoke her her nickname "Smokey" suggested. It was important to be graceful and clean even in the worst of conditions. It said something good about oneself if they were properly groomed and cared for. What if she saw someone important? A god or a cute boy perhaps? She certainly didn't want to have chipped hooves or leaves in her hair. That was for sure. Then just why was she following her tomboyish sister into the forest? Curiosity maybe?
Why couldn't her sister have the same values she had? Instead, Charlie always preferred to act like a boy and embarrass her in front of Sure, they're mother would scould her for it. But it didn't help getting back her pride and dignity.
The little sky covered filly sighed heavily without thought. Crap! She probably gave her spot away. Oh well She thought with a mild shrug. It was probably bound to happen sooner or later. She was after all, planning to rat Charlotte out for sneaking out anyway. Perhaps someday she might learn her lesson and act SOMEWHAT like a lady instead of playing her "Bandit" games.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:29 pm
Now in the clear, Charlotte took strides that were far more daring, bolder. She strutted through the forest as if it were her domain. Her thief's hideout. Her hooves picked up pace with her heart, anticipating the great beyond that stretched in front of her.
Of course, going that fast, it was very easy to tell if someone was pursuiting you. Though Charlie's hooves were trained for stealth and speed, factors which she attuned to with her graceful bandit jog's beginning, her pursuer's weren't. The one following her was apparently built for gracefully strutting - down paths and meadows!
'Rayne!'
And just when things were going so wonderfully! Of course, little miss perfect had to ruin the fun. But Charlie would get back at her, of course she would. At this point, Ray seemed to be following her without hesitation. Without a second thought. Rayne would want Charlotte to turn about, scream her name and a few other things she'd regret when her older sister would tattle on her. No. The best way to get back at Rayne would be to pretend she didn't notice and wander deeper. Deep into the very grimy dirt of the bog. Oh, yes.
Rayne never went traveling. She wouldn't know what surprise lay ahead. And besides, Charlie was very good at deception. Of course, it could've been someone besides Rayne that was following her that evening, but Charlotte knew the approximate weight of the subject, and it wasn't much.
So to distract her "lovely" sister, Charlotte did the one thing she knew would distract anyone. She started singing in her sweet but accented voice,
' Oh, long road least traveled,
please show me the vay,
show me the vay to a sweet holiday,
one sweet holiday scene... '
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:48 pm
She was now in the open, confidently walking behind Charlotte. The black filly had yet to turn to meet her follower, which was odd in this case. She almost always turned to give her a good tongue lashing, which of course, she ignored. What did her sister know anyway? Nothing more than her.
Perhaps Charlie hadn't heard her. Which would just mean she's dumber than Rayne had previously thought.
Singing? She cringed at the sound. Not the best, but also not the worst Rayne had heard in her days. Though, she would never repeat it to anyone else, especially not her sister. But at least this distraction gave her background noise to block her own hoof steps from being heard.
She followed her sister deeper and deeper still into the woods. She thought a couple of times she should have just left her there and went back home, but of course her curiosity got the best of her. After about 10 minutes of stalking her through the forest it seemed to slowly thin out, untill there we're few large tree in the area and just alot of foul smelling plants, or at least thats where she figured that smell was coming from.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 3:45 pm
Oh, yes. This was perfect.
Charlotte first recognized the swamp by the pungent stink, thick with frog's breath and the fumes of muddy water. It was far more gross than she'd ever experienced it. Could things get better?
For a moment Charlie was upset, knowing that her sister had the perfect tail for a mud clash. Not that she'd dare dirty her "beautiful" tail. What a waste. Noticing her sister's steps become more hesitant, Charlotte threw her voice into song once more, this time a song Uncle Vezian taught her,
'The unlikeliest place for a pri~incess
vould be the vone place I thrive.
Someplace that's close to the va~ater
vhere avay from my troubles I dive...'
It was a sorrowful melody and distracted Charlotte herself for a moment, until she sighted the first muddy river, that is. A smirk stretched across Charlie's face and she picked up her pace, hoping to soon hear a likewise action from her sister. She kept up the tune, now humming the lyrics, luring Rayne into the bog.
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