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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 10:12 pm
 His training, had finally come to an end. Oliver's eyes scanned around the forrest as he walked along, he was bound to see her around here. He was certain of it, he had taught her all about where to find 'lost soquili'. Oliver had grown, much since the last time he had seen his only friend, Tyler. A weird encounter he last had with her, the first thing she had ever said to the stallion was in a rhyme, the only thing that caught his interest. Lucky for her, that she had not met him now. He was stronger, taller, but more importantly he was more powerful.
His training had gone well, he was a full blooded killer. His emotions could be hidden better than ever and more importantly, he had some tricks he wished to share with Tyler. His stomach growled, "Oh my." His voice dry and deep. He flicked his tail, such a hot day, even spending it in the forest.
His tongue clicked as he walked around, he wasn't much for moving around a lot, it wasn't because he was lazy. He felt as though walking around with no purpose was for the weak, thats why he was now always focusd. His face stayed the same as before, always dull looking, his eyes hiding his deeper intentions. Oliver then stopped his journey, his hunger had kicked in more then he would have thought it would.
The light green eyes spotted a ruffling bush, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Unfortunatly, Tyler would have to wait.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:03 pm
It had been a fair amount of time since tyler had seen this neck of the woods. Paths she remembered from her foal hood now seemed like over grown rabbit trails. Rocks she had played on now seemed like mere stones instead of the boulders she recalled leaping up on and all those roots that were so fun to race over were now . . .not even obsticals.
Since early morning she had been wondering then she came to a most familiar spot. . .the spot she had met Oliver. Her first willing friend and first somewhat seemingly like minded friend at that. The first one able to keep pace with the puzzle that was her mind. This was also The spot she had first formed the idea to use her riddling skills to get what she wanted from any who cared to play her games.
She chuckled a little as she looked about some of their tiny hoof prints still lingered here and there. Especially that spot in that fallen log she had stepped through. She chuckled lightly to herself and a still pool of water caught her eye.
Slowly she made her way toward it and gazed into it's surface. A familiar face looked back at her.
One corner of her mouth down turned to a frown her teeth gripping the tassel of her little green pillow a little harder.
She was hardly a pretty mare in the classical sense of the word. Short straw colored mane and tail that had no hope of ever getting any longer as both her mother and her father had short manes and tails as well. mottled black green coat that couldn't make up it's mind in which to be. And mixed markings to say the least. She looked almost like a rug. . .in fact she did look like a rug a badly sown rug at that. Her freshly three stud pieced ear twitched in irritation then using a green hoof she kicked the still water to dissolve her reflection.
No matter. what need had she of feminine whiles when she possessed a mind sharper than any walkers fangs and a tongue swifter than the fastest Prairie wind. However that didn't mean not having any feminine wiles didn't irritate the living hell out of her on a daily basis.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 7:23 pm
His mane fell into his face, this had distraught him from his almost hunt. The light green eyes which he held so much in traced the lands for any sight of anything to eat, but with his luck, nothing seemed to show. His tongue clicked, as he quietly began to search again. He would continue to walk around and look, unless something caught his eye. He tail twitched, in the quiet of the forest, how awkward it was to here such silence. Oliver guessed that maybe something bad had happened here, which made his mind smile slightly. Death was never a bad thing, it was what made the world go on. Or, so he believed.
His hooves scraped against dirt, and looking down, he had noticed his light green hooves. Oliver had gained an even worse habit, the habit of never looking at himself. He usually forgot what color his mane was, his tail was, even his legs were. This was because he didn't imagine himself this way. His head had got him caught up in the darkness of the night being his fur, his eyes being the color of blood red, his mane and tail being black dripping with blood, the way he should have been born. But no, he was given his stupid brown fur, his green mane, his blue stripes, and his light green hooves. His frown grew more, how he wished he had been given a look to instill fear.
His thoughts kept him busy as he walked in silence, but his gaurd was slightly down, allowing a bunny to slide by him. A growl slid out of the stallions throat, how could his own thoughts keep him from getting his kill. His eyes rolled, as he looked to the left of him. He remembered it ever so clearly, this was where he met Tyler. His mind allowed a laugh, my did those rhymes catch him. His ears perked as he heard water splash, who could be here.
His rather dry face became even more dull as he approached a short mained mare. She was a dark grey and somewhat green colored with interesting markings. his eye brow raised, she was carrying a pillow. HIs mouth was slightly ajar, "Tyler?" His voice coming out more dry than he had planned.
Looking between him and her, Oliver noticed how much time had passed since their last meeting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 12:23 am
Her ears swiveled back she had been too busy hating her reflection to actually pay attention to her surroundings. Not exactly a wise move on her part after all more than a few soquilli wanted her head on platter and most of them probably had the abbility to do it as well.
Slowly looking back across her shoulder she saw one of the last faces she ever expected to see. In fact she could almost see the shadow of colt self standing beside him . . .with very much the same expreshion he held now.
"well well it seems watching ghosts
Brings me most unexpected hosts."
She cocked a grin and turned to face him.
"Oliver.-I see the years have been kind and . . .generous." she commented looking him over less in the fashion a mare looks at a stallion but more in the way of a merchant inspecting merchendice he's just newly rediscovered. Oliver was definitely no longer the gangly foal of yesteryear but more rather sleek and full of rippling muscle. A stallion in his peak to say the least.
Good to know I had for sight on this favor even as a foal. She thought. Remembering he was bound to her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 4:22 pm
Oliver looked her over once again, the small foal he had once been tied down to had now grown into such a marvalous mare. Her apperance was now misleading, she looked nothing of what her true nature stated. She looked lady like, despite her pillow she was never able to leave behind. The stallions eyes remained on her, though they were as icy cold as they had been in their previous meetings. It was odd, her new image slowly began to replace the vision of her younger self.
With a nod of his head, he clicked his tongue, "Seem's so, my lady." Tyler seemed to remain speaking in her rhymes, something the stallion never did miss much. He felt as though it was a false sense of trickery, but an affective one at most. The stallion returned no smile, how he hated to smile to others. What an odd encounter, a smile. The cold pits in his eyes grew much more as he listened to her. It seemed even her voice had grown up with her.
With another small nod his voice came out deeply, "Time has given us much time to both grow. Do tell me, you still enjoy a game here and there." How he wanted to trick her into her own game, just once. A plan he had always planned, but perhaps this was the time to 'catch up'. He snorted in his head, mentally shaking it, no killer sits and chats.
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