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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 10:45 am
It had been a perfectly fine day. The sun had broken through the clouds, streaming golden rays down to the ground in a sparkling array of beauty. Snow had thought it perhaps a sign that the day would be wonderful and full of happiness. She was wrong. Instead she had landed herself is a most inconvenient of predicaments, one in which she had no idea if she could extricate herself from.
It had started innocently enough, with a leisurely stroll. She usually flew places, being possessed of strong wings capable of flying long distances. But she didn't want to go long distances today. Today she had wanted a leisurely stroll in the sunshine, soaking in its warmth and beauty and the bounty of the countryside in early winter. Arguably there wasn;t much bounty to be had, the flowers having long since died and the deciduous trees having already lost their leaves for the most part. Still, there was a special sort of stillness to the world, barring the few squirrels looking to hide their bounty for the snows ahead.
She was staring at one such creature, watching it carefully place each nut in different hiding places and casually strolling when IT happened. She hadn't been looking so she couldn't be sure exactly what had happened, only that the world had turned upside down and sideways and she was tumbling too fast to stop herself. She was reeling and when she came to it took several moments before she could assess the damage. She was several hundred feet below where she had been and suffered from several scratches and bruises but otherwise was unhurt. Nothing was broken, she noted after some investigation. She WAS, however, stuck.
The hole was only just large enough to accommodate her up to shoulder, or so she thought at first. While it was true she was pinned at the withers and her wings were pressed painfully to her side, it wasn't to do entirely with the size of the hole - she wasn't alone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 9:40 am
 A bit of a chill nipped at the early winter air as a lumbering stallion made his way through the forest. The sun wasn't unpleasant on his back, but his cave shoddily fashioned from loose stones and insulated with dead leaves seemed significantly more appealing right about now. His long braid trailed loosely behind him as he puttered along, grumbling and cussing the entire way. Oh, what he would do to that little beast when he caught up with him!
The usually secretive and secluded stallion had been dragged out of his hidey hole by something rather peculiar this morning. His fawn, usually more than content frolicking about inside of the cave, had bolted off unexpectedly. With great reluctance, Prince Sebastian trundled through the sticks and leaves and the thin layer of new fallen snow, all in search for his tiny companion. Hence his current situation. He huffed and groaned, something feeling like a hoof digging into his spine.
He had been idly chasing flashes of black and red through the woods, quietly trying to coax the tiny creature back. While he wasn't horribly attached to his little ward, he certainly didn't wish for it to become Kalona food, either. Sometimes it was nice to have somebody to talk to, even if they'd never talk back. Suddenly, it seemed, the fawn sped up, fleeing something unseen. This caused Sebastian's brow to furrow, and he, too, sped up. He knew better than to try to speak to the creature, as that would only startle him more and goodness only knew what that would cause. Silently, he continued on, looking around anxiously for a possible predator.
Distracted as all get out, the pawed stallion didn't even notice the hole in front of him, and before he even knew what had happened to him, he had company. He held in a yelp and cursed under his breath, his large build stuffed so far into the hole he wasn't sure he could breathe. His doubts were quickly answered by his unexpected visitor, who jabbed him in the back with a cloven hoof. The wind knocked out of him, he tried his best to position his horns toward the possible attacker should they get any other ideas.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 10:24 am
Snow was not a mare that was prone to panic. She prided herself on being exceptionally calm even in the most adverse and chaotic of situations, often stepping forward as a leader and voice of reason. She could probably think up a dozen different scenarios that were more dangerous than the one she found herself in now that she came through with grace and dignity. Right now she was not feeling reasonable or calm. She was stuck in a hole with an unknown assailant who was clearly doing everything in his power to slice her with his horns. She was stuck suddenly with rage and she flailed back, trying to bring her own horn to bear.
It was no use though. She was stuck with her flank to the stallion (as it was clearly a stallion now). Feeling impotent in her inability to defend herself she stopped trying to turn and instead irritably cried out "Would you stop trying to gore me?! It's obviously not happening!" She stopped moving and just sat still trying to figure out what happened and how she was going to get out of this mess. How did she manage to muck up walk through the woods? She felt a fool. "Why are you in this hole anyway," she snapped. She knew she was taking out her irritation on this hapless stranger, and felt a pang of guilt about it. No enough to apologize, but it was in the back of her mind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 10:37 am
Sebastian grunted at the flailing, his back taking quite a beating from the mare's cloven hooves. He rolled his eyes and huffed, trying his best to breath through the strikes. His jaw clenched and his battered legs stiffened in the cold hole in the ground, preparing to take more punishment for doing nothing more than being ready to protect himself if need be.
"I'm not trying, to do anything, save for be ready should you get any bright ideas! Like, oh, I don't know, jump on somebody who's already bad enough off!" Through her hair and cape, among other things, he could see a tiny little black face staring at the duo, its white eyes obviously interested. It bucked in circles around the hole, stopping every once in a while to peek in at the two. Sebastian grumbled. "Oh, yes, you would like this..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 7:09 pm
Completely misunderstanding who the stallion was talking to, she snapped irritably "HOW exactly would I be enjoying this?" She resumed her struggling, this time simply trying to free herself. This proved unsuccessful and even painful, so she gave up with an exasperated huff. Taking a breath to calm down she addressed the stranger once more. "It appears I'm stuck. And for the record I didn't JUMP on you." I fell ungracefully tripping over my own hooves, but he doesn't need to know that... "Look, it doesn't matter how we both got here, ok? I'm not trying to attack you. I just want OUT. Are you able to free yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 6:35 am
Rolling his black and red eyes, Sebastian snipped back at the mare. "Must everything be about you, you gnat?!" He allowed himself a sigh of relief as the mare stopped struggling, hoping she hadn't damaged his delicate wings. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, both at her utter frustration and the little fawn above making silly faces as it licked at an apple on the ground. The stallion sighed deeply, trying to think more logically of their situation. "Well," he began, "I'm kind of cramped down here. But My legs aren't fully extended, thanks to having the full weight of somebody land on them and causing them to collapse." He grunted. "But maybe I could give you a bit of a boost, and push you out? I think I might be able to get out on my own after." He tried his best to rearrange his paws, giving himself a solid position to push from. This was going to be awkward. Well. More awkward.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 7:17 pm
"GNAT?! Why you... you... annoying pest!" She grumbled and left off struggling for the moment. She was fuming internally, which she fully planned on taking out on the stallion. Later. When they were free. Instead for the moment she focused on the complicated task at hand that would require the cooperative efforts of both parties. "If you can just push me out enough to free my wings that could help me climb out." Not to mention alleviate some severe discomfort. "I'm going to adjust a bit to get into better position. At least as much as I can." She tried to be as gentle as possible, feeling guilty about their predicament. Her embarrassment and rage at her ungraceful descent into this hole was subsiding and she was starting to feel worried they might be in real trouble if they couldn't get out at all. She hoped this worked. "Ready when you are."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 7:36 am
The Prince scoffed. "I'm the annoying pest?! Coming from the one without hooves digging into them!" He grumbled for a moment and sighed, trying his best to calm back down. There would be time for blame. Later. His eyes closed as he cleared his mind and prepared to move. "Okay. Here goes nothing I guess. Look out for the little critter up top, though. He doesn't always know when he needs to get out of the way." Taking in a breath, he applied even, steady pressure through his feet, hoping to lift the mare in order to get himself out of the predicament.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 9:53 am
At first she feared nothing was happening and that the two would be stuck forever in that hole. What an anticlimactic end to her life, Snow lamented. Then, suddenly, she was moving. She seized the opportunity, mindful of the little black critter scurrying about, to wiggle her wings free and use them to help achieve freedom from her erstwhile prison. She collapsed in a heap on the edge of the hole, catching her breath gratefully. She turned to peer down at her former cellmate. "Are you able to climb out now that we are pressed together so tightly? Or do you need my assistance?" Her previous irritation was seemingly gone in the elation of returned freedom. She flexed her sore wings as she spoke, grinning in happiness.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 10:09 am
As the mare managed to free herself, Sebastian grunted with relief. Already, his back burned from the cloven hooves that once rested upon it. Looking up to the mare provided little comfort to him a he thought about his freedom. It appeared to be a long way out, and she likely wasn't awfully strong. Rolling his eyes, he groaned. "Now what assistance would you be able to provide right now?" He checked his fragile wings, amazed that they weren't hurt in the incident. His small fawn looked down at him, which only frazzled the prince more. "Yeah, yeah. You look. You probably think it's funny, don't you?" When no response came, the stallion stood on his hind legs, his front paws just falling short of being able to reach the top of his prison. "Well this is just great."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 10:16 am
Well wasn't this just typical. A stallion in trouble and needing help, doubting her ability to be of any use. Did she really look so helpless? She glared down at him and shook her head at his own display of helplessness. Still, his back looked rather raw from her flailing, and she herself was rather sore. She could understand his frustration. With a sigh she bit back any scathing comment she might have thought up and started looking around for something that could help. His small critter friend was watching her intently, almost mockingly as she tried to come up with a plan. "I can see why you irritate him," she muttered. Nearby was a dead tree whose trunk didn't look to rotted. She glanced between it and the hole, judging size and figured it was tall enough while not being too wide that she could reasonably lower it in and the stallion could climb out. Hopefully. She started snapping off the dead branches and then rolled it to the edge of the hole. "This should probably work, if you step back so I can throw it in. You think you can climb it out of there?"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 1:08 pm
The little fawn huffed in a fit of rage at the mare's rude comment. "Hey," Sebastian snapped, "Don't upset him! Only I can do that." While he hadn't heard the comment, he knew his little charge's sounds of offense when he heard them. He was still perched on the side of the trap, trying to peek out but failing. The stallion winced when he heard the snapping of branches, and wondered what on earth the mare could be doing. Upon her speaking again, he lowered himself from the edge, pinning himself to the side uncomfortably. "Well, we're going to have to try, now, aren't we?" His patience had already worn thin. Now he was running on fumes. He sighed, waiting for the mare to make a move.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:47 pm
She paused in her word to stare incredulously at the stallion. "It's this critter's fault we were even in this mess! If he's upset then that's his issue. Now are you ready to get out of there or what?" She putting her hoof on the branch over the hole tantalizingly, grinning. Now that she wasn't stuck anymore and there was clearly no danger she was enjoying teasing the stallion a little. "I guess I should let you out, or I won't be able to get a proper look at you. Incoming!" She slid the thick branch over the side carefully, dipping it down one side so he could climb out - hopefully. "Give that a try!" She hoped this worked. She really didn't know what else she could do to help him out of the hole. Without her inside it, however, there was much more room to maneuver and he had wings... perhaps if he can't climb he could fly?
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 10:15 am
Sebastian huffed haughtily at the mare. "He's just a little thing, he doesn't have the sense to know what he's doing." While he often picked on the little fawn, he disliked others doing so. After all, they hadn't earned the right to do so. They hadn't had to deal with the little troublemaker since childhood. Though, he did find it a tad odd that while he grew, the fawn always stayed the same, never becoming larger. Perhaps the little nugget wasn't a fawn at all? His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sudden realization that a log was coming at him, rather swiftly. He cringed and pressed himself against the side of the hole, hoping not to get struck by the wretched thing. Goodness knows that the mare had done enough damage. When the wood had settled, he looked at it curiously. Yes, this could work. He stretched up the length of the makeshift ramp, his sharp cat-like claws digging into it roughly. He deftly pulled himself up, finally getting a half-decent look at the mare. Finally, he was at the top, only for one of his back legs to slip and scratch along the side of his previous prison. Embarrassed, he heaved his back leg up onto solid ground, trying his best to act princely as he did so.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:11 am
She shrugged at his comments about the little fawn. "He may not have the sense to know what he's doing, but that doesn't change that it was his fault we were in there." She shrugged. She didn't dislike the little critter at all. In fact, he was rather cute. As was his master, she noted as he rather clumsily clamored out of the hole. She didn't overtly look, of course, but surreptitiously she looked him over. Not bad. "Well done. Now we're all out of the hole! I suppose now might be the time for proper introductions?" She straightened regally and bowed in a courtly manner to the stallion. She had a lifetime of practice in decorum and manners, thanks to her princess upbringing - though she enjoyed skipping a lot of that now that she was an outlaw. Still, the stallion had a certain presence about himself that brought out her courtly manners. "My name is Snow White. Pleased to meet you." She finished her bow and smiled at him.
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