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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:05 pm
Left, right, jump, hunker down. This was the game she was playing. A rather dangerous game, but a game none-the-less. The mare was hunkered down as low as her equine frame would let her go, elbows near touching the ground, neck bent down with her chin almost grazing the dirt at her hooves. Her mis-matched eyes were trained on the thing in front of her, and they bore a mischievous twinkle that screamed a challenge.
Her blue eye shone brighter, but her brown eye was more serious, therefore giving her both a look of insanity and of danger at the same time. If one were to watch this foolish game, one would see that the mare was playing tag with a long muscular weasel, a badger. And as she ducked and wove her dance, so did the badger, leaping and darting in his own response. When she strayed too close, one of his paws would lash out and every so often, one of these attacks would connect with her flesh and leave her scratched, even bleeding. But she was quick, and she was not exactly sane at the time, so she continued her dance, egging the silly omnivore on, tempting fate and fighting back in her own deranged way. Would she win this fight? She did not know, nor did she think about that, she was too caught up in the actions that the insane little voice in her head described, too caught up to stop listening to it and to look into the side of reason.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:56 pm
 Christian danced to his own beat. Far away from the view of others, he bopped along to a little diddly his foster father sang when he was a colt as he prowled his summer territory. It wasn't as if anything had changed, himself included, but he didn't have anything better to do than wander.
His lime green eyes radiated from behind his bangs. He'd been following the sounds of an angry creature, but it hadn't concerned him. Not til he saw what had made it so angry. "Strange." He pondered from the side lines, content to just watch the pair. "Strange indeed." Mentally he couldn't wrap his mind around the action, but then again, his brain only worked when it wanted to.
"Whats the score?" Christian called out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 7:55 pm
'Go on. You have this. You can see defeat in it's eyes, I know you do! For that matter, you can smell it, can't you? The fear and uncertainty why a soq would be attacking it like you are. But you're doing so well... so so well....'
The voice in her head could drown almost anything else out. Reason, conscience, pain, pretty much anything that was vying for space inside of her head. But what it couldn't drown out, was outside voices, and that was exactly what interrupted her trance. She paused, and that's when it struck. Four sharp claws across the muzzle and by the time she reacted to look back at the badger, it was well on it's way to escape. With some newly pink scratches across her dark muzzle, she lifted her head and looked at the stranger: a large uni splashed with black and white with strangely green eyes. Her head tilted to one side as she looked him over, taking in all of his details, and only then slowly responded. "There was no score, but I was obviously winning." And though it could come off as cocky, she did throw in a quick wink, flashing that blue eye at him just as easily as her tail flicked about her flanks.
Try as she might to dull that voice inside of her head down, it was very much competing with her will, trying to distract her from this stranger, trying to get her to listen once more. But distracted as she may be, if the stallion could start up a conversation, she could keep the voice in check, at least, until he stopped proving to be a good diversion.
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