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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 4:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:30 pm
Grayson wasn't a complete idiot. When he felt pains in his stomach
he knew something wasn't quite right with him. His go to solution was
hunting for woodland critters to feast upon but his attempts to snag a
morsel were often times futile. He took more desperate measures after
the pain began to grow vocal with him. The idea of his stomach speaking
up often amused him and being that it was one of the only voices around
he usually spoke back. Any sane Soquili would think this behavior quite
peculiar but to Grayson it would have been rude not to converse with
something trying to speak with him. This was probably why the stallion
could often be speaking to inanimate objects and daft creatures who
couldn't understand him. Some would say it was madness, but Grayson
considered it the polite thing to do.
"Stop yer complaining," the stallion spoke to
the rumbling inside his tummy. "Do you see any food around?
Me thinks you are starting to become quite a bother. Perhaps me should get
rid of you. Then me wouldn't have such aches," he threatened hi
stomach in hopes that it would quite down but the growling never let up. In
his mind he didn't think he needed a stomach. Everything was disposable in
his eyes. Everything was simplistic with an easy fix. Well, everything except
for when it came to actually getting the job done. The answers he could find
for himself. It was the act of carrying out what needed to be done that he
found most difficult. He cooed and whispered to his stomach soon after in
hopes that it would calm. He didn't really enjoy when it started acting out
and yelling at him. Well, he assumed that it was yelling by the tone of it.
Such a desperate angry tone.
While softening his voice and slowing his pace he must have been silent enough to
sneak up upon another soul for when he lifted his eyes from his ashy grey hooves
the glowing, toxic looking eyes found what appeared to be a rather large and meaty
goat. What a lucky day for him. Being so hungry he assumed he would gobble her down
in one go but of course that would be nearly impossible. Right now Grayson's eyes were
bigger than his stomach though. With new found motivation the speckled stallion began
to creep closer and closer. However, he paid no mind to the twigs and dried leafs that
covered the forest floor. They gave away his position by crunching and snapping beneath
his weight. Despite the sound the smoggy green eyes remained locked on their
target as he pursued the goat mare. Surely his poor attempt at sneaking up upon
the mare would prove just how incapable this stallion was at hunting he's own meat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 9:42 am
Ah, another peaceful, beautiful day. Eyes closed Evolet took a deep breath, her head gently upturned towards the sun as she enjoyed one of the few remaining days of comfort before the frigid grasp of winter took it's hold. 'Don't leave,' She begged softly as she opened her eyes to gaze up at the sky. 'stay just a bit longer. I'm not ready to let go.' Dropping her gaze to the tall grass that caressed her legs, she found a sad smile tugging at her lips as she leaned down to let the blades tickle her nose, whispering. "Okay?" With a gently huff.
But they wouldn't heed her request, no, soon the days would turn cold and she'd lose everything all over again.
Bell sounding softly at her neck with each of her careful movements the goat began to simply meander through the grassy field quite content to simply graze and enjoy the remaining sunny days. This felt like all she'd been doing lately, and while another might bore of repeating the same day over and over, it held a sense of comfort for her. She never had to be worried in this patch of grass, never had to think of anything really but her comfort. After all, nothing exciting ever happened to her. Danger always seemed to dance right on the edge of her life, never approaching, so what would she have to be nervous about? Small tail flicking merrily she found herself completely unaware of the looming threat well behind her. She never had visitors.
Yet, with a sudden harsh break of a twig Evolet's world of peace carefully cracked. Heart leaping at the noise, she carefully calmed herself to the foolish presence of fear as she peered around. Missing the coated figure prowling towards her at first, she lifted her ears to the sound of leaves crinkling under heavy hooves and found him. At least she thought it was a him. Heart leaping in her throat she took a careful step back, his face made him look mad and yet the way he dressed. Perhaps he was really a proper gentleman? "Can I help you?"
Maybe he was lost. Oh how she hoped that was the case. Following his steps forward with one of two of her own in retreat, the mare frowned at her own foolish actions. Though as much as she hoped and wished she knew in her heart that the look on his face wasn't just one of friendly greetings.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 7:55 am
The sound of a soft cowbell had caused for a sudden halt. Grayson's head shot back while his focused carnivorous expression melted into pure confusion. What was this sound? He had never heard such a thing in his life but apparently it was coming from the impossibly large meal with horns before him. From this moment on the ring of this golden bell would always relay his brain to the thoughts of... food. Perhaps there were more tasty morsels with such a jingle in their step that would make his hunt all the more simple. Heaven knows he needed the little bit of extra help. It could be seen quite clearly in the way his bones were starting to jut out due to his lack of skills. It seemed luck was on his side today though for there was no possible way he could mess up grabbing a goat this big and juicy.
'Just a step here, a step there. A step-step-step this way and that. I will have me prey in me grasp. Me food in me mouth,' he thought so cockily in the back of his depraved mind. He could almost taste the blood gushing into his mouth at the first bite of goat meat but just as he was about to pounce the creature turned tail and caught him in the act of prowling. Grayson became frozen solid on the spot, wispy toxic smog still filtering through his solid green eyes. The only sign of motion in his direction, but apparently it had been enough to catch the goat's attention. 'Curse these toxic fumes," the stallion internally damned his features for they were the only thing he could think to blame for why this hunt had failed. Oh no, definitely not his clumsy carelessness while stalking his prey. It had to have been out of his control for Grayson was far to skilled to fail.
So what if it saw him though? This enormous beast couldn't very well outrun a stallion like him, could it? Goats were clumsy things, always tripping over themselves, and luck was always a bit bias when it came to being on Grayson's side. Otherwise he wouldn't still be here. Pretty much every hunt that ended up in his favor was a glimpse of pure dumb luck at its finest. He continued to take a step or two until the creature spoke. Spoke actual words that he could understand and for a moment he was questioning whether it was his own throats being obnoxious again. His thoughts never sounded quite so lovely though. "A goat that speaks? How 'bout that," he mused with such an interested glint in his eyes. A curiosity that kept one foot falling in front of the other as he lingered close, or at least as close as he could manage with her backing up like this.
"Me thinks you can help. I have been famished- starved for days! Living off scraps I stumble across from other's meals. No more I say! No more..." he struggled to suppress an out of place chuckle but it managed to sneak passed his lips as he took another step closer to the goat-ish mare. "Me is so hungry. It would be oh so kind of the miss goat if she would just lay down for me. Let me fill my belly," he tried to persuade the creature with a sweet voice while he now kept a safe distance. The last thing he needed was this creature giving him a chase. Perhaps he was too hungry to keep up.
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