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 Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 2:45 pm
Etain moved slowly beside the river, looking at her profile as best she could and trying not to puff up with her own vanity. She was a princess after all. Not a mean one, that wouldn’t do, but well… a princess WAS a princess. A quick grin flit across her face, childish and unrestrained so completely full of charm was she… and clueless. So clueless in fact that the filly didn’t notice how close to the edge of the water she had gotten…
Splash! One tiny hoof went into the river, wringing a high shrill squeal from Etain. Quickly, and without any of her careful grace from before she high-tailed it back. Making unladylike snorts of disgust and swishing her tail angrily. A temper tantrum was soon to be had if the river didn’t apologize for so rudely soaking the tiny royal terror.
Pink eyes narrowed, oblivious to the idea of any others being around she berated the river, “Apologize! Apologize this instant!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:16 pm
What was that? Wendigo had been about to lower his head to the water to drink, but then a shrill squeal had split the air. Unbelievable. He snorted, and turned his gaze in the direction it had come from to find... what? A little blur of bright color, and fluttering wings, and imperious nature. He raised an eyebrow at the little beast. "What exactly are you meant to be?" he asked her, picking one hoof up from the ground and setting it down with a firm stomp. This was his water, thank you very much. That trumped up little she flutter could kindly take herself off, if she insisted on making a fuss.
Assuming, of course, that Wendigo did not 'help' her along her way. She was demanding an apology of a river. Foolish little thing. That huffy attitude amused him slightly-- but only slightly. That kind of thing could get out of hand really, really fast. Or, rather, out of hoof. What did she think she was, Princess Soquili? Someone important? Pah! She was just a silly little filly who didn't know better than to get her hooves wet. If that was even her problem. It wasn't as though he was paying a great deal of attention.
He was awfully tempted to dunk the foal right back into the water. It was serve her right, kicking up such a royal fuss! His lips drew back in a faint sneer, and the wisp that followed his wake curled around him to observe her. This was a waste of his precious time, and if he didn't watch it, she was liable to get him wet, too. Foals were like that. Naturally he, as a superior (and adult) stallion, knew that foals of all shapes and sizes were pure trouble. The fact that he had never met one personally before now had no bearing on the matter. None whatsoever.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:28 pm
Etain had stood quietly and watched the purple stallion make his way over to her. Eyeing him a bit critically the filly decided that, while he did have royal purple for coloring… He simply was not of royal blood. Besides, he was being such a pain in her rump asking her what she was doing. What was it to him? Did he not realize that it was dangerous to question those in a powerful position? Okay, so she was not the one in power yet.. but once she was a grown up and her mamma and pappa didn’t want to rule the faery-folk anymore … she was the queen. She was, not him. So what was his deal?
Giving a rather unladylike snort, the tiny flutter filly puffed up to her full height and tried to look down her nose at the stallion while craning her neck up to look him squarely in the eyes. “What am I meant to be? What is it to you? I asked for an apology and all I am getting is a bunch of lip.” Frowning, she noticed the spirit that seemed to just be floating around the stallion and her own natural curiosity started to get the better of her. What was that? Was it friendly? Did it talk? Why did he even have one? Why was it a skull?
Etain really wasn’t an awful brat, just a bit confused from her own parenting. Her expression softened as her childish thoughts raced trhough her mind and she found herself moving closer just to get a better look. Flitting her wings, wishing that they would allow her to fly up to look more closely Etain forgot about her wet hooves and apology… for a moment. “Where did that come from?” Snapping back she realized what she was doing and Etain attempted to regain her posture and pose from just a few moments ago. “I mean.. it’s of no consequence to me.. You probably don’t even know.”
Ut-oh, that had sounded horribly un-royal. “I do apologize for that last remark. I meant that it’s probably something that just follows you… not that you’re so uneducated you don’t know that you have a .. a thing fluttering about you.”
Oh bother. This wasn’t going very well.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:43 pm
Wendigo had been fairly sure that he would hate the little beast the moment she opened her mouth to speak. He'd been very sure, in fact. She would be rude, and imperious, and it would be grating. He would be annoyed. He would be irritated. He would loathe being in her very presence. ... But then she opened up that bratty little mouth, and it was damnably cute. That was almost certainly a secret weapon. He narrowed his crimson eyes, and observed her through them. Sneaky little fiend! He would not be fooled. "A river doesn't have much more than lip to give," he pointed out dryly.
Great spirit, but the filly was adorable. He hated it, truly hated it, but he couldn't help but soften a little. Crafty foals, and their crafty ways. He was onto her. "Where are your parents, anyway? Don't you know it's not safe to run about where Skinwalkers might lurk?" Did she even know what a Skinwalker was? She was awfully little. No, she probably had no idea. Someone really ought to tell her. ... Someone tall, and purple, and white. Surely, someone like that would be up to the task.
Except that he wasn't. "Huh? ... Oh, my spirit? He's just always been there. He follows me about. All of my siblings have one, though they aren't all the same." Not, of course, that it was any of her business. It wasn't natural for him to keep things in, though, so he didn't bother. Of no consequence to her? Then why had she asked? Foals could be so vexing. Saying one thing and meaning another. Or, was it, meaning one thing and saying another? Either way, it was irritating.
Much like he had expected to begin with. Just when he thought he was getting a read on her, though, she did an abrupt about face. Wendigo blinked, and raised a snowy eyebrow at the little filly. "It's a spirit. What kind in particular, I don't know. I suspect it's something between a guardian and a playmate-- not that I need one, anymore." As a foal, however, it had been grand to have a wisp to chase about. His mama-- mother, he corrected himself-- had one too. At least one.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:54 pm
Etain stared at the spirit for a bit longer, entertained by the way it moved around and not focusing on what they had been talking about. She was so engrossed in her staring that she almost let his wise-crack about the river go. “I believe that the river would have to be the one to let me know if it had more to offer than just lip.” Her mouth fought against quirking up at the corners. This stallion was a pain, her pappa always humored her and made her laugh. He was making her think so that she didn’t feel stupid about anything that could come out of her mouth. Why was he doing this to her?
Oh, now he was asking her to account for h er comings and goings? Oh no no, it would not work like that. Nobody had the right to ask her if anybody knew where she was or what she was doing. Nobody. Except for her mother, father, grandfather, and grandmother. That really wasn’t very many people. He was so not on that list. “I do not know if they know where I am or not, but nobody would dare cause me physical harm. They know who I am. The Crown Princess of the Faery-Folk.”
There! That surely would teach him some manners. It must have just escaped his mind that he was talking to a member of the royal family. One had to be so patient with others when they were being ignorant. Her pappa had told her that not everybody believed in the faeries so not everybody would see how important she was. That was why she had to always believe that she was important and know that her family loved her. Of course the faeries loved her too. It was kinda a given.
Her gossamer-thin wings beat at her back quickly, as if they willed her to be able to fly and zoom around the spirit. So he had been chosen from birth to carry on the spirit. That surely was enough to make him of some sort of nobility. Not royal, but noble. “Do you have a name? I suspect that you do… but perhaps if you don’t need to play anymore then you have no use for a name.” He was ridiculous. Her pappa was old as dirt and her grandpappa was older and both of them still played. Honestly, this stallion was either a bit of a dimwit or just… well… she didn’t know, but did it matter?
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 10:41 am
Little foals didn't know anything did they? Maybe it was the duty of older Soquili like him to take care of that problem, but Wendigo was pretty sure that he didn't feel like bothering. Not when she was this imperious, pompous little thing, with all of the demanding, implacable air of a tiny queen in her court. She had no idea what she was saying, surely, but that didn't seem inclined to stop her anytime soon. "Really? The river would tell you itself? How do you know that I don't speak for the river?"
Playing games with foals was not very nice. Then again, Wendigo had never, at any point during his life, claimed to be a very nice stallion, or even a nice one. The opposite was far closer to the truth. He snorted, gazing down at her with some derision. She really was an uppity little thing, wasn't she? Absolutely convinced of her own self worth, and, by extension, convinced of his own lack.
He was absolutely sure that he was going to go right back to loathing her, but then she opened her little mouth again, and he had an awful lot of trouble not just flat out laughing in her face. She thought she was a princess? A faery princess, in point of fact? His lips twitched dangerously, threatening to split into a full blown grin. No, he wouldn't smile at her, but how could he possibly be anything but amused by the foal?
"You're a faery princess?" Really? Who had let the poor little thing suffer under such delusions? It seemed almost cruel to him, and he might have nearly been upset about it, but for that fact that it was so damnably cute, and profoundly foalish behavior. "Well met then, Highness." He was teasing her, but he gave no indication of it in his tone, or his expression. Wendigo preferred to keep his humor on the down low. "I didn't say that I didn't need to play anymore. I don't need my wisp to act as a playmate," he corrected, raising an eyebrow at her. "My name's Wendigo."
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:55 pm
Frowning more than a little bit at this point and time, she waited for the old Soquili to finish yacking about whatever it was. Oh wait, she probably shouldn’t be frowning at him… After all that wasn’t very nice. Even when a queen or a princess is bored brainless she has to at least be able to act like she’s enjoying what’s going on… right? This certainly was difficult though. It was getting hard for her to hold still and listen while he went on and on… Even if he wasn’t really saying all that much.
“Well.. I know that you don’t speak for the river because you aren’t even wet. Why would the river send someone to speak to me and they don’t even look like they’ve been inside of a river recently. Also… I would think that you would be river colored instead of purple. Purple is a very lovely color though… Very lovely. Not very mas-coo-line I guess… but still a very lovely color.”
There really was a difference between being a faery princess and being a princess of the faery-folk. Most didn’t really see the line that was –obviously- drawn between the two and now she was going to have to explain that to him. Taking a deep breath and pulling up her full height, yet again, Etain prepared herself to give him the full explanation. Very slowly though since she didn’t want to have to do it twice.
“No.. I’m not a faery princess, but the Crown Princess of the Faeries. My pappa is the current ruling King and mamma is supposed to be the queen… but I guess she doesn’t really like the idea of being a Queen. I don’t really understand why not…” Etain had no idea that the whole faery-thing caused a lot of issues between her parents… but since she spent most of her time with her pappa and playing with the faeries it didn’t really matter. “So… My pappa and I take care of them and rule over them… but we’re not actually faeries. Although I think I have some faery blood in me just from my wings….” THERE. Now he would understand and treat her with proper awe.
“Wen-dee-go? Whazzat mean?” Just like that Etain dropped her “royal airs…” again.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 11:52 am
Wendigo raised an eyebrow at the little mare, lowering his head until he was all but level with her. "Maybe the river is crafty, and picked me to speak for it because I was purple. Did you ever think of that?" Okay, so he was playing with the little filly a bit. Could he really be blamed for it, though? She was being silly, and foalish, and he was rather charmed despite himself. Not that he didn't loathe her. Of course. Naturally, Wendigo had no patience for children, and this was all just an elaborate ruse in order to get her close enough to dunk in the river.
... Naturally. It was a very clever ruse, wasn't it? This whole 'being nice' thing would take some getting used to, and he wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with it. However, leading the foal on, playing with her, didn't seem quite the same thing as being nice. Given his heritage, it would be very surprising indeed if he managed to keep up the friendly facade for any great length of time, but at the same time... she was awfully cute. Small, spirited creatures always seemed more lively, somehow.
"Thank you. I think it's very masculine, though, since I am male and I am purple. It must be masculine then, mustn't it?" There was logic there, after all. It was hard to escape the fact that he was male, after all. Almost impossible, really. Granted, Wendigo didn't have a lot of faith in the young filly's grasp on logic, all things considered. She believed that she was a princess. A princess whose parents ruled over the faeries. That was pretty illogical.
He quirked an eyebrow at her again. "So you're the Crown Princess of the Faeries, but not a faery yourself? You do have faery wings," he pointed out. Wasn't that a sign of something? Flutters tended to have butterfly wings, of course, and she was a flutter. "Your mother doesn't like being queen?" It was rather amusing to humor her, really. More than rather, even. Except that he got the feeling that she was absolutely serious about this. She wasn't playing, for some reason that he couldn't quite grasp. "Ah, yes. I thought the same thing about your wings." Obviously.
Wendigo's own name was very fearsome indeed, and he was incredibly proud of it. "Wendigo means evil spirit, or cannibal. Do you know what a cannibal is, princess?" Probably not, considering how very young she likely was. ... Come to think of it, maybe he ought not to explain the meaning behind it, after all. If this little filly's parents actually were the King and Queen of the faeries, as unbelievable as it might sound, maybe it wasn't such a good thing to enlighten her as to the particular significance of his name.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:50 pm
Etain stamped a hoof and eyed the stallion without a drop of fear. The innocence of foals was really something to marvel at. At this point in time, Etain often thought the same as he did but in reverse. It was hard to hold onto patience with adults. They tended to not see things the way they should be seen. Not to mention unnecessary rules or even questioning her take on things. “No, and if I didn’t think of that then it’s really not something I should be thinking of.”
Unknowing of what he was thinking of doing Etain moved closer to Wendigo, examining him suspiciously but growing more comfortable around him rapidly as many children were want to do. She pondered for a moment if he was always so starchy then her mind danced away to other things… like when was her hair going to be long enough to have pretty style, or when was she going to be big enough for no bedtime or…
“No, it mustn’t just because you are. Perhaps it’s meant to keep you from having a giant ego. Although I’m not sure if that has helped.” Using her most princess-ly tone, Etain tried to look down her nose at him while looking up. She ended up seeming ridiculous and perhaps even a bit of a snot. Someday she would have to learn a bit of humility and grace and if she got too close to the water, that day would end up being today.
“Of course I’m the Crown Princess of the Faeries. You see… They have absolutely no ability to protect themselves from danger AND they’re constantly getting themselves into trouble. My family helps protect them and nurture them. In return, we are their Gods. Of sorts.” Candidly explains her own definition of royalty and imagines lots of Faeries worshiping her as their Princess. She can’t imagine not having a Queen as a mamma and just skips over that part of his question. It’s not like she HAD to explain anything.
“Cannibal? Isn’t that something that you do into water? I think I’ve heard it yelled while jumping into the river.” Blinking and pondering her answer a bit, Etain nodded feeling pleased with herself and her answer. “So now, Wen-di-go, your name can’t be all that scary if it’s just about jumping into some water. Water really isn’t frightening at all.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:08 pm
Wendigo contemplated the little filly, trying to decide whether her particular brand of irritating deserved a good fright. Then again, maybe she needed the lesson just to teach her not to talk to strangers-- a lesson it seemed her esteemed royal parents had failed in teaching. "I think you just didn't think of it, and don't want to admit that you might be wrong," he taunted, provoking her further. Still, she was a child, and as awful a stallion as he truly was, even he had a few limits.
"Did you know that purple is a royal color?" he asked her, quirking an eyebrow as he stared down at her. She claimed to be the Crown Princess of the Faeries, which implied that she did, in fact, know that very thing. She continued to speak, and he could only just stop himself from shaking his head. This little filly was as crazy as his mother! As crazy as him, in fact, and his wraith was definitely real. "I don't believe in faeries," he told her, with the expressed purpose of ticking her off. "But they say that seeing is believing."
If she showed him a faery, he'd change his tune. Maybe. But toying with this little 'princess' was simply too much fun. "Wendigo," he said, enunciating the name carefully, "means cannibal, and cannibal means someone that eats their own kind." For added oomph, he grinned, showing the sharpened fangs that dear old dad had gifted him with. Oh yes, the vampire blood carried over. "So maybe it's a little scarier than you think."
`Swirly I fiiiiiinally tagged back! Sorry it took forever!
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:33 pm
Miss Cherie Can I get his cert for the first post? x3
She swished her little tail at him, looking like a ridiculous little snot that she was. Her entire life would continue to be this way. “Seeing is believing? The fae-kind do not have to show themselves to others. They are allowed to do as they please.” Good grief… didn’t this adult have parents to teach him /anything./ She smiled at him, trying to soften her own snotty tone, after-all it was not going to be in her favor if her reputation became one of a shrew-like princess.
…Eating other people? Others just like…. Her? Oh now…now that was not going to be acceptable at all. “Well… I don’t think that that’s scary. I think that that’s just… Rude!” Good grief, she was talking to a barbarian. “You really should re-think your line of work…. That’s not very nice of you… The faeries really wouldn’t like what you’re doing at all.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 3:20 pm
Wendigo gave a little snort. What a silly little filly she was. "Red is not a royal color. Royals may deign to wear whatever colors they choose, but it is not a color reserved for royalty. My hue, however, may only be worn by those of royal blood." While not actually royal, Wendigo was certainly descended from a fine line, and he took pride in it. "But perhaps, just for now, we can pretend that you're a fairy princess, and that you are royal through and through. Tell me, little princess, what does a royal do in her spare time?" It was clear enough that she was going to snap and spit at him until he gave her her way, and astonishingly enough, he was tired of hearing her shriek about it.
"It's just my name, little princess. My sire chose it for me. Just as, I'm sure, yours chose your name." That was utterly ridiculous! But of course she was ridiculous, so he shouldn't have been surprised. Really, he had better things to do than to indulge a spoiled child. Hadn't her parents taught her any manners? "It's not very nice to insult someone's name." Of course, he wasn't a very nice stallion, so it hardly mattered.
`Swirly ((If you're still interested, here's a tag. And I'm sorry, I'm not sure how I didn't see the request for his cert in time.))
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