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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:05 pm
Duskrose opened one orange eye, scanning the pasture before her. It was familiar, obviously, seeing as she'd lived there her whole life. And just seeing the darkness, the calm, the sparkling grass.. it made her feel so alive. The pony knew she was safe, so there was nothing to worry about in terms of being alone. But, for some reason, she didn't want to be alone that late, late night.. And seeing a brighter pony in the distance piqued her interest enough for her to rise to her hooves and start strolling over to the gates.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:36 pm
 Why Preetia was still awake, well, even she wasn't so sure. Night had fallen over the pasture and while most of the ponies around her had retreated to sleep, Preetia was barely even tired.
It probably had a lot to do with the fact that she rarely did anything productive during the day. Or at least, nothing that would tire her out. Running through the grass was far too much work (and would muss her bow, of course), taking a stroll through the forest might leave her hooves dirty and caked with mud. Swimming... her mane never looked as nice when it was wet.
Instead, she spent most of her time preening. Making sure her coat and her mane and tail alike were pristine as usual. And in between then, she was stealing apples from the orchard -- because, honestly, they were there just for her, hm?
So for now, she was content to lay in the grass. It was cool, but not unwelcome, and she sent a quick exhale of breath out to huff her bangs out of her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 4:01 pm
Duskrose was about to hide behind a tree as the other pony moved, but was calmed when the brighter mare looked in a different direction. Hey! she thought, huffing. That's my favorite apple tree!
The purple-haired pony kept a close eye on the pristine doll-looking mare, trying not to run into anything as she stalked. Wow.. she's so pretty. But that made no difference. Duskrose slipped through the small panel of the far northwest gate corner that served as an outward-only door. Nobody else knew about it, and it was near silent, so the girl had really scored on that one.
Trying not to ruffle any leaves or anything, Duskrose trotted cautiously through the side of the orchard, Preetia clear in her sights. The mare walked around the tree the other pony was laying by, and spoke. "Can I help you with something?" Her voice was perfectly feminine, but carried a harsh tone and startled most ponies with enough nerve to come near her territory.
"This is my property." Duskrose stated, although it was a lie. The orchard belonged to everyone.. but Preetia didn't need to know that. "You're imposing, I hope you know that."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:03 pm
Startled indeed! Preetia hadn't even heard oncoming hoof-steps and when the voice, seemingly, came out of nowhere... she let out a high-pitched whinny and nearly jumped out of her skin.
She was on all fours in the blink of an eye, so quickly that the various accoutrement adorning her coat rustled with the movement. And her head snapped so fast to the side that she nearly lost the bow off her ear.
"Excuse me?" she asked, in a clipped tone of voice, as her bright-eyed gaze fell on the other pony. Both ears perked forward as she stared, regarding the equally-adorned mare with a look of annoyance. Once the sudden fright wore off, that is.
"I wasn't aware this was anyone's property." Nod. "I don't care very much, regardless."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:11 pm
Duskrose was enraged, appalled, confused, sickened, and somehow wooed by this pony. She was so careless and rude and prissy.. and she liked it. There must be something wrong with me. the mare thought. Duskrose shook these thoughts from her head and returned to her rather bitchy demeanor.
"Excuse me." the dark-haired pony retorted, snorting. "You don't care about other peoples' property?" Just great. Being beautiful wasn't an excuse to be such a prissy.. Ugh. Duskrose was very irritated at this point. "So, how about I waltz right into your pasture and start destroying everything. I'll eat all your food, drink all your water, and break all of your stuff."
The mare continued. "And by your standards, that'd be a totally fine thing to do, right? I don't care about your property, so it doesn't matter." Attitudes like Preetia's were very annoying. Who exactly died and made this girl queen? Certainly not Kolum..
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:23 pm
Hmph. Preetia bobbed her head a little bit, bending down to nudge at her ear with one of her front legs. Pushing her bow back to the right position, and giving sufficient enough pause between what the other pony said and her own reply to perhaps show just how little she really cared.
"Mm, no, I really don't!" she said in response, craning her neck to peer back at the other mare. Her tone of voice was haughty and very smug -- all traces of annoyance gone and replaced with a bit of amusement instead.
This pony was taking things far too seriously, wasn't she? "I wasn't doing anything but sitting here. Do you see trampled grass, eaten fruit, or a dried-up lake?" To prove her point, Preetia scanned the immediate area. Even in the darkness, clearly, the only thing she'd done was smush a bit of grass underneath herself as she laid.
"You're a bit high-strung, aren't you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:33 pm
Duskrose tried her best to growl. She was beyond irritable now. The mare was at her breaking point, and she was going to make sure that the other girl was very aware. Her short fuse was seconds away from detonation, and her next words expressed it perfectly. "You're going to be high strung in the air when I hang you from that damn tree, you prissy little b***h!"
Duskrose knew that using violence wasn't the answer to problems. But.. what she was about to do didn't count as violence, right? She hoped so. A little shaking around would do that prissy Preetia some good! "You'd better pay attention to me!" she snapped, grabbing her by the mane with her teeth and tugging forward. Duskrose didn't use much force, as she really was a kind girl at heart, but this other mare was really pushing all of her buttons. The tug was only enough to pull the pink mare forward a bit. And now Duskrose was going to freak out.. What if I hurt her? she thought. Oh no..
But the purple-haired pony wasn't going to let that show. She took a deep breath, and did her best to compose herself. "Now," she said, trying to stay calm. "You're going to apologize to me. You hear?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:47 pm
The noise that erupted out of Preetia's mouth sounded as if it really shouldn't be a screech a pony could make. When her pristine mane was clamped between dirty teeth and pulled, Preetia cried out and dug her hooves into the ground.
"OW!" And her whinnying only grew in volume as the other mare tugged. "Ow OW OW OW OW OW OWOWOWOW!!"
It wasn't even that it hurt, because.. it did, but not as much as Preetia was making it sound. The only thing that did really hurt was her feelings (and maybe her ego..).
"I will not apologize!" she retorted indignantly, sliding a step or two back and away from the other pony once her mane was released. The bright pink and blue pony was doing everything in her power to keep angered and hurt tears at bay, but they made her usually clear eyes clouded over with mist.
"You do not deserve an apology, treating me like that. Why on earth would I apologize for being here when you are being obnoxious!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:53 pm
Oh, great. The only thing she'd hurt was the Drama-Meter, which was at this point in time going off like crazy. "Take a stick and shove it." Duskrose retorted dismissively. "You're the obnoxiously pompous one, I'd put a clamp on that little mouth of yours if I were you." Her anger had been drained, and at this point she was just indifferent and sarcastic. It was better than trying to kill the pony or badly injure her, at least.
"What's your name, princess?" she snorted. The insults weren't going to do her much good with calling out to her if they met another time. "That is, if you aren't hurt so badly that you can't think straight." The mare rolled her eyes. Why hadn't she just walked away earlier?
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:06 pm
Preetia tried to calm herself, shaking her head from one side to the other to attempt to put her mane back together. It was a mess of pink and blue and white, wavy curls pulled almost straight. How annoying..
Even more annoying was this mare! Perhaps Preetia was a teensy bit pompous, but she wasn't harming anyone. In fact, she was almost positively sure that the patch of grass she'd picked to lay down on had been free and clear of any ownership. It didn't make sense and Preetia wasn't one for patience.
"Fine then," she replied after a moment. "If you're going to be so rude, I don't think you need to be in my presence. Or know my name, for that matter."
Then with a curt nod, Preetia turned her attention away and started to trot slowly in the opposite direction.
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