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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 8:29 pm
  An RP over AIM between Nuclearity's Alice and Carhop Calvalier's Ritalin.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 8:33 pm
RP LOG
Delicate blonde ringlets danced on the crisp autumn breeze, a shiver running down their owner's spine. Though Alice wore a blanket, she still roamed with the eager longing for warm summer rays upon her pallid coat. 'Well, then, I suppose to warm oneself up one would... Why, yes, run as fast as their legs could possibly take them, that must be it!' Before this excited thought reached the exclamation point Alice's hooves were already treading the hardening ground, her long tail sweeping up leaves and making a mess of itself. Looking back to see this fact, Alice muttered, "oh, dear," and her 'exercise' came to an abrupt and much too sudden stop. With this break she presented to herself the idea of tying her tail up, which, after all, wasn't such a bad idea after all. The ribbon wound through her tail by an affectionate youngling of the two-leggers would be a useless acessory no more! 'Though useless, it was always quite the pretty thing...' Musing, Alice proceeded in grabbing the end of the ribbon and pulling it, instantly smushing her tail into a curly 'almost-bun', then struggling with actually tying it. 'How terrible...' Alice thought, 'and the two-leggers have it so easy...' completely ignoring her surroundings, 'but what an awkward pose this puts me in....'
Another cold and still morning had fallen upon the plains with the fog that so often came in mid fall, when all the grandeur and beauty was beginning to fade away and the bears began preparing to sleep through the frosty mess. What a horrible life a bear must have, fattening itself up to do nothing but sleep all throughout the winter. They were already ugly, and getting themselves fatter than they were was just adding onto their own ugliness. The browned leaves that had fallen from their parent trees were mercilessly crushed and crunched as white hooves fell upon them in determined steps. A white mane and tail belonged to those hooves, and a white body belonged to that main and tail. And belonging to that body was a face of pure white, and belonging to the snow white face was a set of eyes the blue of lightning. All these components made up a horse that had a larger ego than the proud eagles that shrieked across the sky. In his own mind, he was beautiful, and not a living thing could be as beautiful as him.
"Hm." Ritalin mused, still thinking about ugly bears. He had heard of this bear called a polar bear, they were supposed to have a coat similar to his own. They must have been beautiful, being as white and pure as he.
And then he saw a white creature adorned with gold and blue. It was in quite a strange position, not ugly, yet not beautiful. Abstract? No. Mystifying? No. Awkward? Yes. Very awkward. Perhaps it was a polar bear.
"You there, what are you? Are you a polar bear?"
Delicate, white ears perked and their owner froze. And, as the idea of her 'frozen' state crossed Alice, she shuddered, feeling the cold. And what was this? She'd heard 'polar bear'. 'Why, to be a polar bear, I'd have to grow a great abundance of fur.' How silly the idea was! 'As well as a mouth of fangs, sharpened to perfection. And I'd have to enjoy eating...' Here she shuddered again and shook her head, sending the ringlets dancing once more.
Oh. Right. There was someone else here.
Alice spoke, nearly through her teeth, as she proceeded in attempting to tie her tail ribbon, "whatever do you wish of me, good sir." Surely it was a 'sir', for the voice was certainly male. "You see, I've been rather busy of late and haven't much time to spare for nonsense!" After saying this, the mare gave a last attempt at tying the length of black ribbon and turned her head to face.. "My, you're quite... Blank, yes, I suppose that is it! For if the snow falls you shall have neither beginning nor end to your presence..." Alice started rambling, "yet then I suppose I should call you eternal or everlasting, of sorts, for that is just what you would be."
Blank? He was blank? Blank was such a boring, ugly word. It ended with such an ugly sound, so harsh. He was about to snap angrily at her for her own folly, when she began describing him in a beautiful way. Words such as “eternal” and “everlasting” were quite more beautiful than a word like "blank". And they carried a much greater deal of power with them than “blank” as well. Perhaps this mare wasn’t as bad as he had initially judged her for, her face stuck in her behind the way it was. Now he could finally see what she had been attempting to do; tying up her tail with a black ribbon that ran through the length of her springy tail of honey ringlets.
“Well, my dear woman, I just happened to notice that you were in quite the strange position, and I’ve never actually seen a polar bear before, but I heard that they were white, such as you and I are. But as I can see now, you’re quite obviously something more beautiful than a silly bear. Tell me, what is your name?” Ritalin had approached her during the length of his brief monologue, electric blue eyes studying the mare before him. She was obviously beautiful, perhaps nearly as beautiful as him. “My name is Ritalin, would you like some help with that ribbon in your tail?”
His calling her beautiful flustered her, bringing a vivid pink color to her cheeks. She giggled and lowered her head so as to send her locks forward to hide the reaction from the flattering stallion. "My name, sir, would be Alice." How very curious it was to say a name. After all, what was a name but a mix of letters. And each letter was but a sound, yet they were universally understood. And names played such an important part of everyday life! Why, if no one had a name... Well, everyone would be just as she called this sweet stallion just before: blank. 'I mean, if no one had a name.. I suppose we would call each other things such as 'white Soquili' and 'blond Soquili'.' This idea was silly and the girl giggled once more.
Now, all her thinking certainly did distract her, as the stallion said something she didn't quite catch. And, rising from her giggle, about to pout, she found herself gazing right into his eyes, feeling both amazed and jealous at the gorgeous pools of blue. 'Dear, why could my mother not have birthed me with such a trait?' Her mother... Why, yes, she'd also taught her that staring was a very rude thing for a young girl to do. But there was something - some emotion - hidden in their shade that was oh-so-very-curious. Now, mother would not mind if Alice learned something amazing from them - this stallion. As well as the fact that mother was no longer around...
"Oh, I would certainly appreciate a bit of help..." Ah, Ritalin, what a curious and beautiful name. "...Ritalin."
“Alice? What a beautiful name. It suits you very well, Alice.” The name rolled off his tongue, sugar coated and sweeter than candy. Alice. What a beautiful name, in caliber with his own. They both ended with such soft sound, softer than an Angel’s kiss. And they could both easily compare with the angels of Heaven. Her eyes were in his, and his were still marveling at her whole being. Pure white coat, honey hair, and eyes the color of the sky. Were these traits not common of the stereotypical angel? The only thing Ritalin lacked was the honey colored hair, though his own everlasting white locks were equally beautiful.
“Now, Alice, your tail is in quite a mess. But it’s an easy fix.” His eyes gave off a twinkle as he meandered around to her backside and clenched the black ribbon in his teeth; a tug of the end tightened the ribbon, butting her tail into a perfect bun and still keeping the bouncy playfulness that came naturally with her hair. “There, easily done. So, Alice, where are you going, if I may ask? These plains are my home, and I’d be glad to show you around.”
Alice blushed, although the pampering was quite nice. "Thank you!" Her voice rang out in all honest gratuity as she looked over her tail. She thought it looked adorable, in a tiny bun like a rabbit's tail. "Oh, nowhere in particular!" She blinked several times to refocus on the stallion. "I'm exploring, you see, this home of yours is most curious! I come from a land not far off, yet I find this location intriguingly differenced. For example, there are several birds I have watched that sang tunes I dare not attempt! I would never have seen such in my own homeland." What a kind offer it was, to show her around. And it would be decidedly most rude to reject such an act, for one could never get an alike opportunity again! "I'd love for you to show me around, Ritalin. It was wonderful of you to offer." It wasn't just the land that lured her, but now the stallion himself held her interest. He was kind and observant, obviously of a greater intelligence.
“Oh…the birds.” Alice’s interest in the filthy creatures caused Ritalin to lose his composure for a brief moment; his electric blue eyes seemed to flash red in that instant. Birds were such terrible, ugly, filthy creatures. And those horses who rode the winds as they did were even worse- to taint one’s own beauty was sin that could not be forgiven- by Ritalin’s standard, but Ritalin had to remember to keep his composure in front of such a beautiful mare. For her to see him in such a state of anger and hatred would be far too embarrassing, and his beautiful reputation would be marred. “It would be my pleasure then, Alice. If you would follow me, and please do watch your step. We wouldn’t want those pretty hooves of yours to get muddy. After all, mud is such a …ugly substance; not suiting one such as you.” And so Ritalin lead on, keeping his pace slow for the mare. He knew not how her stamina was, nor her maximum speed. Also, it was simple etiquette to not make a lady run. “So, Alice, you explore? If it would be in your interest, I’d like to know of these explorations. Surely your stories are as beautiful as you.”
"Oh, you do flatter me so!" Alice blushed once again, soon shaking her head and dismissing the pink in her cheeks with a giggle. "But I must warn you, I haven't been to to great a many locations in my life! And of them all, this certainly looks the most promising!" Oh, but telling a story, no matter how far fetched, was so tempting an action. So she gave him a sweet, teasing little smile, "oh, but there was this one time..."
Now, what could've happened? "See, Ritalin, I was all alone a moon or several ago and came upon the most wonderful little place!" Her imagination worked hard to picture this gorgeous sanctuary. "There was... Well, there was a clearing with a magnificent clear waterfall... Only the water wasn't water! It was a pool of flutter-dust! And the flora there was most certainly unique.. There were flowers - flowers that could sing! And so they hummed a tune as I passed them and I felt like a queen most grand! But this happiness was short-lived, indeed, sir..." All good stories had conflicts! "For you see, though I felt like a queen I was no such thing - not to say there wasn't a queen in that particular clearing, no. Of course there was! That was where the adventure really started!..." And so Alice went on to tell Ritalin a ridiculous little tale. Well, little might have been an understatement. Once the girl got the setting down she'd nearly got herself lost in this fictional world, actually believing her own story. "...And so I became the Queen of this clearing, after all. But, naturally, I could not have kept the dear little crown they offered me, I felt much too bad for the tarnished tyrant of a fallen monarch. I'm sure I've taught her a lesson she'd never forget! And all for the best of the land!" She ended with a huff, looking to Ritalin for his response after the ridiculously long one-sided conversation, feeling quite the hero she made herself out to be in the story.
“Do tell.” Ritalin was content to let her chitter-chatter; it gave him more of an opportunity to look the mare over. She was certainly beautiful, fit to be the Queen that she prattled on about. He wanted her all to himself; he wanted her to become addicted to him. Addicting one such as her was quite easy; the type of mare that Alice was fell into his traps more readily than the other personalities out there. He lead her around in circles, sure she didn’t take notice of the great arcs that they made. Ritalin preferred that they stay in one central location for the time being, seeing no reason to take her into the deeper plains, where he lived. She didn’t need to step into the cleansing pools yet, but after a nice trot she might.
Ritalin though about that. It would be nice, going for a steady trot through his home with a beautiful mare such as Alice. He would let her continue with her story to the end, however, until she finished. She continued to talk about waterfalls and little singing flowers, which Ritalin thought of as child’s dreams. Alice was certainly like a child though. From the way she strode to the way she talked, there was a pureness about her that made her all the more beautiful. Ritalin despised it when horses of white coats, like his and Alice’s, were ugly on the inside. Ugliness came in all forms: jealousy, greed, hate, lust, insanity. Next to everything in the world was ugly, and the world despised the beautiful because of that fact. The world tried to tear the beautiful down, and only the truly beautiful would persevere and overcome the trials.
“A Queen, you say? How lovely a title, I’m sure. Now, perhaps you’d like to increase our pace? I believe a run would do us both some good. We can continue this marvelous conversation along the way, of course.”
How frabjous, he'd enjoyed her story! Her ears stood tall and her eyes were wide, expression considerably brightened. She batted her eyelashes, rather taken by Ritalin's generous compliments at this point, "oh, but sir, I could talk the day away and know nothing of you or your land. Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of my coming here? That would be such a shame..." Here she pouted mockingly, following it up with a joyous smile.
When he'd offered to run, the smile melted into a wider-still grin and she nodded, eager as the child she was at heart. "But wherever shall we run to?" She looked about as if expecting something magnificent to pop up and steer them into a certain path. Finding no such thing, she looked back to Ritalin, cocking her head questioningly. And honestly, where had they gotten to? Not very far, apparently... Or perhaps his home was far across the plain. It must have been! She'd been walking and talking very long, for she felt a slight pain in her head and the sun had moved to the other side of the sky.
How cute; she pouted. Ritalin smiled back at her, looking ahead into the distance. “Well, I could take you to my home I suppose. After all, you would need to bathe after running such a long distance and all. There are springs in my section of the plains that cleanse you from head to toe, removing every speck of dirt from your mane, tail, and coat. I bathe in them once daily, the effects are quite obvious, wouldn’t you agree?”
Ritalin began to increase his pace as he led her in the direction of his home. “As for what you want to know, things about myself and my land. The topics are so broad my dear Alice. Would you have anything specific in mind?” He had decided to drop the sugar coating for now, and rather talked to Alice as a gentleman should. He had already cast his lure, and she had taken the bait. The only thing left to do was to reel her into his boat of beauty. His trot broke into a run, and he was quickly off into the plains, feeling the breeze whipping against his face. He could go faster, but again, he knew not Alice’s limitations.
"Wo~ow!!" Alice nodded quickly, as if if she didn't the proposal would disperse and no longer be valid. She felt honored and flattered to be invited to such a beautiful and unusual place. Scanning his pure white coat she nodded once more, "your coat is very lovely! I suppose your springs... Well, they'd make one's coat shine like a diamond anew!" Of course, Alice knew not of diamonds' appearances, but from what she'd heard of them they were very lovely and valuable jewels that some would kill to obtain.
Ah, and now he would tell her more of this land of wonders and his own mysterious self! She thought aloud, picking her pace to match his in the few intervals, "well, there should be a great many topics to ask of one's person, indeed. But I suppose as most start with the basics it is only polite to know these things first. Manners are valuable, you know," she nodded again, though this time it wouldn't have been noticeable at her trot, "and so I will ask of you this: have you siblings or companions awaiting your return or such?" This seemed to be harmless information. She really did not want to intrude much too much on this superior stallion.
Despite appearances, Alice could run rather fast, especially now that her tail was up and out of the way, lessening drag. Her long, graceful legs stretched and contracted effortlessly, showing no sign of exhausting soon. She did well to keep just behind Ritalin, so they could hold a decent conversation mid-run, perhaps.
Diamonds, what a lovely thought. Ritalin liked the thought of being compared to diamonds, and took the comment to heart – and head. He saw that she was capable of keeping pace with him, so he kept at the pace. Had she not been able to, or if it looked fatiguing, Ritalin would have slowed down for her so they could continue their conversation. She asked and interesting question, one he was not sure how to answer. Would one of his addicts be there? Ritalin hoped not, as that would ruin the whole plan.
“Why yes, manners are quite important. I find rude horses to be revolting, don’t you?” His voice wasn’t sarcastic, nor was it gentle. It held anger directed at other beings, but not Alice. “To answer your question, maybe and no. I say maybe because I may have an unexpected visitor, I get those a lot. They are all horses I’ve met before, and they seem to just pop up from time to time. It’s almost as if they’re… addicted to being around me. Quite a silly notion, wouldn’t you agree?” An innocent, charming smiled graced Ritalin’s lips, turning his head to Alice so she could see it. That was right pretty boy, play it up. Work with the big catch, and it’ll land right in the boat. “But I have no siblings or current companions. I left home a few years ago, when I was but a younger adolescent. “
Ritalin noted that Alice was still not tiring, a good sign. Those who got fatigued easily were ugly, almost as ugly as seagulls. Her long, slender legs pumped up and down, the white fur on them glistening beautifully in the sun. Ritalin wanted her more and more every second, but he had to play it slow. Mares, from his experience, didn’t like things to be sudden.
This time Alice took well to listening. After all, Ritalin was such an interesting and handsome stallion, she wanted to know all about him! And he seemed to have a lovely way of thinking, not something Alice herself would imagine herself capable of. She rarely used words like 'revolting' and 'ugly'. For in a child's heart everything was beautiful and quite very curious. Needless to say, these childish notions were not at all the reason she was attracted to Ritalin. Oh, of course not! 'I am not a child! And it's only natural to feel... Well...' Yet another rosy blush blossomed on her cheeks and she ran a bit faster so her ringlets would bounce more, hiding the innocent adolescent affection.
But then this glorious, significant being started talking about others. Other mares? Most likely! Other mares who were addicted to him?! Certainly, Alice could see how, but.. 'Hmph!' "Revolting, indeed!" The young mare sneered, though in response to the wrong question. Not that she cared. Those flimsy, irritable, ugly little mares deserved what they deserved. And what was that, exactly? Well, Alice was the one with Ritalin now, wasn't she? And he called them silly to her. Of course they were! And 'silly' wasn't quite the right word. Ritalin was too gracious to call weak little addicts filthier words. It was above him, yes! Alice felt almost giddy now, with this realization that she herself felt valid and true. For surely, Ritalin may love her. And they would be beautiful together and live together in a beautiful place, as they deserved!
Daydreaming a typical young adult's fantasy, Alice nearly lost her grip on the real world. A mistake which inevitably lead to her stumbling most ungraciously over a badger's nest or something as such. This violent snap to attention was 'thankfully!' enough to help Alice regain her better balance and pass what might've been a more so shameful fall, but even the stumble got her shaking her head in self-disappointment. 'Oh, no! My fetlocks!' Which were, naturally, all mucked up now. But that wasn't the biggest concern! It took a whole lot of courage to look up at Ritalin, who could very definitely turn about with a sneer not unlike the one she'd presented just earlier and leave her forever!
Ritalin, upon hearing her say the word ‘revolting’, knew that she had been reeled in. Her thoughts were now surely geared towards the hate of the others that Ritalin had mentioned, and her head had probably swelled with pride at the fact that she was with Ritalin, and not the others. She sped up, most likely elated now. Ritalin knew sped up with her, smiling as he did so. The smile on his face looked happy, but Ritalin was smiling a smug smile inside himself. He had done it! The big catch was his; the trophy of his harem was now here. He looked at Alice again, his eyes twinkling in victory of the moment. Surely she was the most beautiful of all the mares he had addicted.
Lost in his triumph, Ritalin didn’t notice that Alice had stumbled until he turned to look at her again. She wasn’t moving, just staring at her own hooves. Ritalin did a turn in the shape of a ‘U’ to get back to where Alice was, eyes full of judgment. Had this foolish young mare exhausted herself? If so, he would throw the fish back in the lake. He didn’t want an ugly fish. She looked up at him, her eyes truly remorseful. Ritalin looked down to her hooves, seeing the problem. Her fetlocks had become dirty; the badger nest behind her was messed up. It was easy for Ritalin to put two and two together, and his eyes lost their judgmental look. He gave Alice a genuine smile and spoke softly. “Don’t worry my dear; the springs will clean you right up. Feeling sorry for getting your fetlocks dirty only means you are truly beautiful.”
He turned himself around and went off towards his home at a steady trot. “We don’t have much farther to go, Alice! Come along now, lest we are late and the moon is smiling upon the land!” He called to the mare, his mare, his beautiful, pure, cream of the crop mare. He continued his discourse. “Strange things awaken when their mother moon is calling to her children; the plains become a dangerous place. The way these creatures are is gruesome, yet I find much beauty in them. After we get all washed up, I’ll take you to a safe spot so we can watch them. You’ll find them as beautiful as I do.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:14 pm
PART II (in Progress) RP LOG AN AIM RP WITH ALICE AND RITALIN“…and then, the giant were-horse bowed to me in respect. He had realized that my beauty should not be tainted by his curse, and he left me.” Ritlain’s blue eyes sparkled, while his mouth uttered complete bull crap. He fed Alice with these bull crap stories and she listened, soaking them in like a sponge. Ritalin had to admit her naivety was charming, cute even. When Ritalin was done with a story, Alice would come up with one to tell him. It was a cycle Ritalin was fond of – it kept Alice in his possession. She was now not only enthralled by his stunning beauty, but by his speech as well. His grip on her was complete now; his whole presence was enough to sustain her for a while.
They were one of the hills that dotted the area of the plains near the mountains. The moon was up and illuminating the spring where Ritalin and Alice had bathed earlier. He had felt Alice’s eyes on him the entire time, almost as though she were observing him. Ritalin enjoyed that feeling; it was a feeling of absolute power and domination. He would make sure to keep her in that state, no matter what he had to go to. He wormed himself closer to her, sharing his heat with her. He wanted her to think she was loved and enjoyed, it was all a part of the ruse. A ruse that she would stay in, if Ritalin had his way.
Alice's delicate, ringlet-crowned head was swimming in a place too sweet, full of an unbelievable love and adventures that were usually but flutter-tales. She stared, fascinated, at her white companion. He liked her looking at him, that much she could tell, and she was only too happy to oblige to the handsome stallion! His last story ended in valor, as all of them had, and she scrambled mentally to think up another false tale to match his. Ritalin would tell her no lie, she was sure, so she had to make her adventures as believable as his!
Eager as she was to please, she cast her eyes to the sky for the moment, though seeing none of it. As when you stare at the sun too long you'd get spots in your vision upon looking away, it was as if she could see nothing but the stallion she fell in love with. 'This is well... After all, shan't I visualize only that which I want to see? And what could interest me beyond him?' Convinced that this was all well and true, she opened her mouth to improvise a story, but promptly shut it as she felt a soft coat brush against her. He hadn't touched her like this yet... Not really. 'He must really like me, then...! Love me, even! Yes, he must!' She leaned into the contact ever so slightly. She didn't want him to be disgusted at what would signify her inability to stand on her own four legs! "I don't suppose my stories are boring you? They surely must be... For they are not capable of reaching the intensity of your own!" She wanted to spread no more lies of her own false adventures. She wanted more of him. Perhaps if she filled herself with his stories, she could one day retell them to envious others, but with a twist of self-inclusion. Yes, that would make the mares stare daggers into her back. And then Ritalin would love her, and protect her...
"Oh!" In her flustered obsession she'd forgotten the entire purpose of their coming to the hills! He'd wanted to show her something beautiful... But what could be more beautiful than the springs they bathed in, or the simple presence of his company? What could be more beautiful than the love Alice was so sure burned between them? "Have we arrived?" Her head at a slight tilt, in the glittering moonlight, Alice shone with her innocence. An innocence she would soon miss.
“Bore me? Heavens no. Your voice is more beautiful than the stars in the sky.” Ritalin sighed and cast his gaze at Alice. His Alice. “And our love will last as long as they remain in the sky. No one will ever take you way from me.” Sure, it sounded romantic, Ritalin had meant for it to sound that way. His voice was soft and quiet, his breath was warm. He had made sure to make his breath smell extra-sweet by eating a few of the red berries that grew around the springs. He wanted to make sure that everything was convincing and real to Alice. His plan required her to be completely in his metaphoric hands.
“Yes we have, my dear. Soon, you will see the magnificent plain beasts in their dance to the moon. It is beautifully grotesque, to say the least.” Ritalin truly did find these creatures beautiful and fascinating. They were built like wolves, yet had the heads of foxes. They were sleek and slender, and howled to the moon like the wolves. Yet they were not wolves. They were far more savage, and far more agile. Their coats were a silvery white, and the way they moved made them look like silk in the wind.
A chilly howl arose from far away, and it was soon joined by a number of howls. Then the “music” began: the unnatural rustling of the leaves in time and the gurgle of the springs in rhythm. The winds rose and fell, creating an echoing howl around the plains. Then the beasts appeared. They pranced and danced with the music in a loose cirlce, and almost seemed to chant with their yips and barks. They cackled with glee at times, and howled at intervals. After each howl, the jumped and snapped their teeth at the air. Then the music halted. The beasts came to a pause as well, and began to howl loudly. Their howls pierced the night and the eardrums. They howled so loudly that the owls did not retort. Then, without a trace, they were all gone. Ritalin and Alice were once again alone, watching over an empty plain.
“Do you see now why I live in these plains? They are so beautiful… yet they cannot compare to you, my love.” How cheesy, Ritalin thought. He stomached it and continued to gaze at the plain below him, unaware of the gleaming red eyes behind them.
One would think by now Alice would have gotten used to Ritalin's flattery and pay it no mind, but the rosy blush always found a way to fill her cheeks. He talked about love in such gracious ways, and it was so real to the young girl. Her heart was beating at a rate she compared to a dormouse's. She could practically feel his words as the flowed out and surrounded her. His scent, his posture... She was simply giddy with his presence! She was certainly the luckiest young mare around!
Then Ritalin mentioned the beasts they'd come to watch. Naturally, Alice was frightened by the aspect. But Ritalin was there, after all! She felt safe and loved with him. Surely he wouldn't let anything harm her!
Her blue eyes - which she never forgot were duller than Ritalin's own - followed the dance below, which was truly magnificent, when it began. She could understand Ritalin's attraction to all things grounded... Only things grounded. The way the foxwolves swirled and swerved to the music of nature made her breath catch until the ear-splitting howl commenced. Such powerful creatures... And yes, beautiful. Beautiful as she, Ritalin, his springs, and everything Ritalin knew was.
"Oh, Ritalin..." Would he think her dumb for telling him how she felt about it all? Well, he told her so it would only be right... "I love your plains... I love the magnificent and curious things you show me... And I love you!"
Love. Ritlain gave an inner chuckle, amused by the reaction of Alice. All of the mares caught in his snare thought they loved him. They didn’t love him; they lusted for him - craved his presence and prayed to be engrossed by his sparkling eyes. They all whimpered when he left, and gave cries of joy when he returned to them. They were rats in cages, waiting for the bell to be rung that signaled their cheese. Ritalin rang the bell, but rarely gave them the cheese. Only the rats that were of pristine condition and mindset were allotted the cheese they craved. He meant his cheese only for the cream of the crop.
”And I, you.” Ritalin brushed his cheek against hers in a nuzzle of fake affection. “Alice, I want you to listen to me. I’ve thought about this for a while, and I want you to –“ Ritalin, about to take his plan the next step, was cut off by a roar and mad yapping that followed it. A foxwolf, his eyes near blind, came from the brush behind them in a slow, stalking stride. It was bulkier than the others, dirtier than the others, scarred more than the others. Its eyes were milky-white, yet harbored more carnal intensity than anything Ritalin had seen. Ritlain stole a glance at Alice, remembering that to keep the wool pulled over her eyes he would have to act valorous in the face of this savage, ugly beast. If she weren’t there, Ritalin would bolt and save his hide. He grimaced, realizing that he shouldn’t have made himself look so heroic in the stories he told the young mare.
“Alice, stay back. I’ll handle this.” Ritalin stepped forward and planted his hooves in the soft earth, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the creature. It might have been blind, but it was still a threat. It could easily bloody up his and Alice’s coats, and give them a disease while doing it. Ritalin would need to strike the thing once with a powerful blow to the head to minimize chances of getting messy. The beat raised its hackles and growled, backing up for a pounce. Ritalin raised a hoof, ready to strike once the thing leapt. The tension between grew with each second, all noises fading out of their heads. Ritalin and the beast were intent upon killing one another. A crow cawed in the background, and the tension shattered like glass hit by a wayward baseball. The beast leapt, plunging itself headlong into Ritalin’s chest. Ritalin kicked out while falling, clipping the foxwolf in the leg. Ritalin recovered, pulling himself up from the ground, and the beast was upon his again. Ritalin gave a whinny and reared up on his hind legs, then crashed them down on the beast’s paws. It gave a high pitched, screaming whine and snarl, then attacked Ritalin’s chest once again. Ritalin dodged by sidestepping, and then he brought his hoof down on the beast’s spine. A loud snap, similar to the white man’s pistols being fired, erupted from the body of the beast. Blood trickled from the beast’s mouth; its milky eyes had become clouded pearls. Ritalin was panting, his coat matted with sweat and blood. His mane was frazzled now, and he had bite marks on his chest. Electric blue eyes sparked and fizzed with hatred towards the dead body. Filthy, ugly spiteful creature! He mustered up the energy he had left, and kicked the dead body off the hill’s cliff, spitting on the body whilst doing so. He looked back to Alice, his eyes narrowed, still flashing with hatred for the creature.
“Let us home.”
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