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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:01 pm
This is an AIM RP log between LunaRei_SilverBlood & Moxxiie
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:05 pm
Israfil had been trying to spend more time on the ground because he was hoping to meet a mare that way. He seemed to have less luck up on the air. However that meant if he had to do things that he hadn’t done since he was a foal, like running. It always felt weird for him now. The weight of his body and the force it took and energy it just felt unnatural. When he hooves hit the ground there was a strange sensation went up through his legs. He ran awkwardly but he had to get from one point to the next in a timely manner somehow. Heaven forbid the stallion learn to manage his time better.
Clouds of dust puffed up under his hooves. He breathing was a bit labored. His white mane danced in the… No, if anything the large stallion was in a trot. He simply wasn’t able to motivate himself to go any faster. He wings pinned to his side were itchy to burst free but he was a stallion in a mission. He would look something special to anyone watching.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:07 pm
 Zaine was lazily munching on some grass, wasting his day away. With his children all grown up, they didn't need him as much as they used to. He barely saw them anymore. He and Sassa had gone their separate ways, and while he missed her at times, he was also free to go and do as he pleased, when he pleased. He even had his eye on a particular mare, but he hadn't approached her yet. She had just had foals, and he wasn't sure the timing was right. He didn't even know if the mare was single or not. He hadn't seen the foals' father around, so he assumed so, but it felt odd to even think of approaching her right now. With his mind on a mare, he hadn't noticed the stallion approaching his area, until he heard the huffing and puffing, and the slow paced hoofsteps. His ears twitched, and he looked up to see who was approaching. He noticed the brown kalona, and something seemed a bit odd about his gait, but he shrugged. 'That guy's running really slow...' he thought, with an outward chuckle. 'Bet I could beat his a** in a race, any day.' It was like a lightbulb went off. A race! He hadn't had a good race in a while. Maybe this suck--- err... stallion might be up for one. He smiled widely at his own idea and quickly trotted over to him, calling out ahead of him. "Oy! You there! Whatcher running for?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:08 pm
Israfil ‘s golden eyes glanced to the side when he heard the voice. His pace slowed to the stop and watched the other stallion. His cloved tail giving a flick and his wings stretching out. “I have to get to where I want to go in a timely manner. It means I have to run to get there. Well if I want to stay on the ground. I would normally fly but I’m trying to be more sensitive to the wingless, so to speak.” He needed, his voice strong but not very deep. He looked over the other stallion wondering why he would car about what he was doing when it dawned on him that this fellow could be a con artist. Just striking up a conversation and then steal all Israfil’s possession! …Had the stallion any possession this would be something to worry about.
“But I fear that I’m not getting anywhere very fast.” The young stallion huffed out and flexed his wings, it felt good to have them out the translucent leather skin was feeling clamming against him as it was. “You’re rather… colorful.” The stallion noticed suddenly, even though the base coat was black, the multi-colored stripes were a bit distracting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:09 pm
When the other stallion stopped, Zaine did as well. "Well, I was just wondering... thought you might have been running from something, and if so, I was definitely interested to see what would make someone like you run away." He chuckled lightly, amused at himself. "Though, what's the rush? Do you really even know where you're going?" Zaine quickly gave him a glance-over. He admired the stallions large wings, though he didn't wish for his own. He was quite happy staying on the ground. One might even say he had a bit of a fear of heights, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone. "No, I wouldn't say you were running very fast at all. I love to run, and I'm quite good at it. Every now and then I have to stretch the ole legs and give 'em a good workout. Say, would you care if I ran with ya? I don't have any place to be, and I could go for a good run. We might even make a race of it? What do ya say?" He was excited at the prospect of a challenge. It had been a while since he'd had any worth competition. "Just imagine what these colors look like at top speed. Some might call me the racing rainbow."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 7:10 pm
Israfil’s ear twitched at the comment about someone like him running away. But it wasn’t until the second one that his blood started to heat up. “Well of course I know where I am.” He defended. Making a point not to state where he was going because he in fact didn’t know the ground paths all that well yet. He always got where he needed to be but it took forever. Her eyes narrowed a bit as the other stallion began to talk himself up. Well well, was he mister big shot. Must be easy for someone that’s never flown to talk about being a fast runner. The way the stallion talked just made him annoyed.
“Oh, I’ll have to imagine the colors alright because once we start, you’ll be so far behind me I won’t even be able to see you.” Isarfil nodded in agreement to the stallion for the race. “You pick the finish line.” He stated, not even watching the words that flew out of his mouth. Israfil was at a clear disadvantage but his big mouth was getting the better of him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:55 pm
Zaine hoped his ego wasn't about to get him into another situation where he looked like a fool when he lost, but he tried not to think about that. Good thoughts. Good, happy, WINNING thoughts. That was his game plan. He laughed out loud at the stallions smack talk. "I like you," he said grinning widely. "Big talk, now let's see some action to back it up." He looked around the area. There weren't many noticeable landmarks in the area. It was mostly a large meadow with a line of trees on the other end. "Alright, from here to that line of trees on the far end of the meadow. First one there's the winner."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 5:20 pm
Moxxiie So in your next post do 1, 10 sides die, and let that guide your post. Even numbers = the lead/winning Odds = behind/losing
He used his hoof to draw the start line and and once they were lined up. "Do you want the honors of counting us down?" He figured that he would let the other stallion start. You know, since Israfil has never been in a race before he wasn't actually all that sure how these things started.
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