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 Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 6:50 pm
After that eventful meeting with Shinzu, Shimshek was, again, just merely wandering around, but she was back to her old self... somewhat. She was, once again, admiring her glistening coat, how it glowed in the moonlight, and, during the daylight, it sparkled beautifully. Today was a beautiful, bright sunlit day, and she wasn't about to pass it up being a morbid fool. Her thoughts returned to the blue kalona stallion she had met a few nights ago, and lightly blushed to herself. She couldn't quite figure out that emotion; it felt similar to what she had felt for Artemis Entreri, yet at the same time, it felt different.
Anyway, what did she care at the moment? All she cared about was making sure her coat was spotless, and that she would always look beautiful. It had been her purpose before she met certain Soquili, and she decided she'd keep that purpose; at least, for the moment. She could feel the shivers of joy coating over her with the smell of oncoming winter; obviously her favorite season, as she had grown up in the icy mountain tops. Flexing her wings slowly, she continued a leisurely walk around the area, searching for a pool of clear water to admire her form.
Hm. She was getting narcissitic... but she was like that before, so why not? Heh...
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 7:28 pm
As Pride ((we are not sure if we are going to keep that name, LOL)) gleamed in the sky, he continuously gazed at the stars and compared his beauty to their tiny shimmers. His hair danced behind him as he shifted left and right, and he enjoyed feeling his gorgeous movements.
He looked below him at the uneventful creatures he passed. He watched them stare at him, awefully, and he sucked in their expressions one by one. He knew he was brilliant, and he was just participating in the many flights he would take day to day, doing the same thing. 'Its exhausting being perfect', which was something he would tell himself constantly.
It was about time for him to make his rounds to a pool or stream, for he needed to check and make sure he looked alright. As he swooped down carefully, he noticed another figure absorbing herself in the stream. His first thoughts were to fly away to a different one because this was a personal ritual. His mind though was soon changed, especially when he noticed it was a mare. He was in the mood for a good flirt, and for some well needed attention
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:22 pm
All thoughts were mostly either focused on herself or Shinzu; she wasn't really paying attention to anything else. She also preferred to stick to simple thoughts, which, of course, were mainly herself, or that blue kalona she met a few days earlier on. Had she actually paid more attention to her surroundings, she would have seen that another gorgeous kalona had dropped by.
Usually, she did, but tonight was the time she was too preoccupied with... other things. Herself, especially. She smiled to herself at her reflection, and then looked up with a light laugh. She couldn't believe she sounded so narcissitic. But hey, it was fun, and interesting. Comparing yourself to others was a lot of hard work, especially if you tried to keep your coat beautiful...
...and that was when she noticed her new companion. "Well, hello," she said casually, carefully watching him. Something gave her the impression that this stallion had very similar thoughts to hers about himself, but what?
((XD I couldn't think of anything to really call him besides Pride; what ARE you guys going to name him?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:37 pm
Ariston watched the soquili in front of him shift from looking at herself to towards him. He knew that by her eyes that he was the focus now, and it made him feel better. He would always be the spotlight, and he knew it.
"Hello there, my name is Ariston." He noticed her silky white complexion, as well as gold tipped wings. "I see you were quite busy, I am sorry for intruding." He playfully smiled, but then made his way a few paces over, and shook his head, watching his pefect hair fall into place by the mirror of the stream. He watched the sun fade over his golden body, and he flexed for a second, and then rested, knowing his perfection. He then turned back to the mare, watching her eyes continue to absorb him. "What brings you to my stream Miss...?"
((Ariston means excellence in Greek I think ^ww^))
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:26 pm
"Shimshek," she spoke smoothly, looking away. Something about him disturbed her, but she found it highly amusing. And so she turned her attention back to him. "Your stream? That's new; I thought this stream had no master." She snorted to herself, and tossed her mane, fluttering her eyes at this new stallion. "You're a handsome fellow, my good sir. Ariston, is it? My, it fits you perfectly!"
Tch, she thought, wondering if she was ready to play another game of flirting, this is almost too easy... he seems almost too caught up with himself to actually be smart... Not that she was any better, when she had first come to these lands. "I'm here at this free stream because I like to admire myself, thank you. I'm the epitome of beauty in all mares!" Okay, she didn't want to sound uppity but heck, she'd take any chance with this Ariston.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:36 pm
"I only call it my stream because I come here often." He nodded, watching her toss her mane. She had a personality that amused him, so he decided to continue. "Yes, I am indeed handsome.." He drifted off, staring at himself again in stream. He knew he was perfect, to every inch of him. When he turned back to her, he said, "Shimshek you say," he paused a second, actually focusing off himself, "That is a lovely name."
He eyed her as she finished talking. "Well, it is good to always think such things." He nodded, as if consulting her. "One should always care about their beauty, especially if you are born with it. At least if you are the epitome of all mares, then we are not in competition." He winked at her, and focused his attention on his hair in the stream.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:59 pm
If Ariston was as asmused as she was, then this "game" was actually getting to be quite fun. It wasn't dangerous, and they both agreed on one thing. "Perhaps I'm not in competition, and that's all very well, but I know a few others who might be in competition with you, Ariston." And quite well she knew; there were many stallions out there who were just as, or even more than, handsome as Ariston. Not that she would tell him that; he seemed to radiate perfection; something she strived for on a daily basis.
"So that's why you call this your stream," she agreed. "It makes perfect sense, of course; I travel many places to find others who will admire my beauty; after all, a perfection like myself needs to have at least a few fans." She had an underlying bit of sarcasm on her last few words; though she meant every word she said. She cared nothing for fans; they could offer her a rosebush and she'd only glance at them for a thank you and move on. She cared nothing to be in the spotlight (though that was often a bonus), and on the contrary to her personality, she preferred loyalty over idiotic loving of oneself.
She was a completely contradictional mare; her inside loathed her outside, what with it's flirtatious attitude and constant need of having to be perfect in looks. She shrugged off her hidden thoughts and returned to the present. "I am, however, in competition with other mares; I may be the epitome of beauty, but there are others whom I must surpass still to achieve such a high, priveledged goal." She eyed Ariston up and down. "You seem quite confident; have you reached that perfection? I envy you, if you have."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:20 pm
"There is no competition, Miss." He snapped, showing a bit of his Kalona side. He truly looked beautiful when he was able to display the imagery of a real Kalona. "You may think what you wish, and try twist my thoughts, but I stay true to what I know is true." He raised his head higher and radiated through his scornful but confident expression.
"A few fans?" He laughed to himself, watching her eye him in the process. "It should be about everybody constantly admiring you, but you obviously have not reached that mindset yet. Me, I was born with it, as well as my beauty." He chuckled again, imagining life with only 'a few fans'.
"Of course I have reached that perfection, how many times must I repeat it?" Hm, just another, he thought to himself. She obviously had a long way to go if she didn't even have enough confidence to say she was more lovely than him. "Envy me, then. Learn from it, and impress me. I am interested to see how well you can surpass the others, if that is your wish.."
His twisted but beautiful mind was being poisened by the Kalona blood in him. Instead of ignoring the mare and wanting to just stare at himself as he had planned, he felt a sense of greed, a greed that longed for Shimshek's struggle of beauty.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 5:38 am
She felt more insulted than inspired by Ariston's challenge. How dare he! She was satisfied and happy; to reach what his level of thinking for beauty would be a dream come true... if that was her only goal in life. Perhaps she wasn't "born" with the beauty as he so declared, but she knew a few things that not even a Kalona could scare her off with; such as, well, say, this... "Competition? None? Than how can you say you have the upmost perfection? That's hardly possible! You'd have to have at least one rival, my dear."
She grinned a wicked grin, which was quite becoming of one with her personality. "I'll not twist your thoughts; perhaps you think I am, but I'm not. I express my opinions differently than you, after all. Stay true all you want; I'm not stopping you. But perhaps I should shed some light on my situation, Ariston," his name was stressed with a sneer, "I've a perfection you could never hope to have. You may not understand my meaning, but, if you try hard enough (if you even want to bother to try, that is), than maybe you'll also see how far I've gone."
Again, she was making no sense; not only had she discarded what she'd spoken of before, but now she was enjoying herself; she couldn't help it. It wasn't often she found "competition" with someone, much less a male Kalona at that, but this male in front of her was making her feel things she hadn't felt for the longest time, ever since she came down from her mountainous home. She stuck her nose in the air. "I'll prove to you in a month's time how quickly I can achieve your challenge. And I will meet you here, at "your" stream, same time, same place where I stand now... and no one will be the wiser. Heh."
A lasting smirk, one that could be imprinted into a mind forever. Her smirk slowly shifted into a sly smile. "For you, your challenge is to discover the perfection that I do have... in a month's time. If not, that means I've won..." She decided to keep quiet on the trophy part of this "bet", wanting to know what Ariston would want to win before asking for her own prize. Things have gotten a lot more interesting...
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 2:27 pm
Ariston stared off for a second, trying to conclude to himself what competition he 'had'. "I don't compare myself to anything except for perfection, so how could I compare myself to someone else when I know they are nowhere as close to what I am?" He let out a twisted grin. It was true though, he never was one who compared himself to anybody else, or would even think about that option. "Because you compare yourself to others, you are making a judgement that only exists in your mind." He stared at her, more serious this time then before. Ariston knew he had a 'dumb act' that he enjoyed using to get attention, but for this discussion he decided to drop it and act serious.
He tilted his head at her next comment, and was utterly confused. "Of course, you may have a perfection that I may never understand, and that is your problem. If you really want others to acknowledge your perfection, why are you hiding it instead of flaunting it, especially if it really meant that much to you?" At this point, Ariston wasn't really feelng as twisted as before, at this point, he was starting to feel...bad..for her.
"The only thing I think you need to prove is 'what you are looking for' in yourself." Ariston was still interested in some kind of silly challenge, but at this point, by the looks in her eyes he was taken aback by how serious she was acting. "I don't think it is possible for me to discover a perfection that you have." He said, looking away. "How can I, if it seems like you don't even know yourself." He looked back at her, feeling uneasy at the mare. Never had he experienced such a crazed mind, and it was starting to make him queasy.
((ZOMG ARISTON SHOWS FEELINGS rofl ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:17 am
He got her there. His first question was a good one, and for a moment Shimshekf found herself at a loss for words... but only for a moment. "Except for perfection? Ha! Perfection in your terms... I wish I could see it your way. Then I wouldn't have any problems." She returned his twisted grin with one of her own wicked ones. "Only in my mind? That's advice both old and new." She noticed he stared at her, but more in contemplation than admiration. Hm... he seemed to have dropped some kind of mask he had on earlier... he looked serious.
And then she wondered if the guy was ever serious... before then remembereing that Ariston was a Kalona... you could never quite tell with that breed of Soquili. "Why do I hide it? Do you think I have a perfection?" she questioned. Was she hiding her perfection? She hadn't thought of it that way before. "It means a lot to me... and meeting you seems to reinforce it, but at the same time, something's holding me back." Shimshek had no idea what was holding her back, either. "Perhaps I will prove that." She glared at him. "Look at me, Ariston. You seem to excel in the topic of perfection.
"Tell me what you see." Do you see a proud mare who knows what you know? Or do you see a mare who has fallen...? Her silent thoughts remained unspoken. When he had looked away for a bit, she got the feeling he was thinking of something that would, one, describe her inner conflictions, or two, scream that she was a crazy wind mare, one who didn't know what she was doing. Shimshek chose choice two, but wanted to know this proud stallion's opinion. "What do you see, Ariston? Perfection? Do you think I've achieved it in your terms?"
...At least she'd found someone who could tell her right on, instead of her having to dance around the idea and get a thorough answer from some random, idiotic Soquili.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:08 am
He put his gaze back on her, and his royal but violet eyes watched hers carefully. What is going on, he thought to himself. What was this mare doing to herself. "What you have isn't perfection. I thought I just explained that?" He sighed and then put his eyes on her again. "I just tried to explain to you that you are no where close to the mindset that I have. All of your ramblings.. they are making me crazy! I see why you want to come to me for this..opinion.. but at the same time, how can you deserve one?" He knew that sounded harsh, but the mare asked for it. She wanted the truth? Then he would give it to her.
"Prove what??" He tilted his head again, and felt his head want to explode. "You are driving me crazy?!" He shook his beautiful mane to try to get such disgusting questions out. "How could you even hope of being perfect if you sit here asking yourself such nonsense all the time." He was starting to get disgusted, and this mare in front of him stood for everything he wasn't. She was showing how inferior she was by comparing herself to her crazy mind.
"What do I see?" He then felt himself get composed again, and his smile returned to is beautiful curve. He was careful, because he wanted truth to come out. "I see complete inperfection. Utterly incomplete. Why? I will explain. Beauty is a step that comes after acception. You are no where close to even the first step. You keep comparning yourself to nonsens, so like I said, how can you expect me to take you seriously." He was starting to get sick of this discussion, and he just couldn't deal with this lack of beauty anymore. "Of course beauty is on the outside. But if you don't see it, why should I?" He flipped his tail, starting to dwell back into his own mind. He was done trying to connect with this mare, for it seemed like she wasn't even listening. He felt warmer knowing he had none of these issues, for they were disgusting.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 1:27 pm
"What disgusts me is your lack of completely beauty within and without. All I see is that you have a beauty without, and lack a perfection that you haven't any hope to achieve." Her mind was a whirl with thoughts, even as his words cut through her like a Kalona's sharp horns... oh, wait, she was already speaking with a Kalona...
...One that was slowly driving her crazy with his... his... 'perfection'. "I guess I'm nowhere near your mindset... and you aren't anywhere near mine, either. Our thoughts are more different than I thought... heh. Heheheh..." She could feel lifeless laughter begin to bubble from her, but she held it back as best she could.
"You see no beauty, you see imperfection. Then perhaps we both see something we agree on, after all~" She closed in on him, silver eyes looking at him critically before she back away, a sly smile on her face. "Do you feel better?" She flicked an ear. "Am I still driving you crazy?
"...Just like you're doing to me?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 3:00 pm
He felt his body begin to boil. He had started out trying to understand the foolishness of this mare, and even help her out, but now he was extremely pissed at her attitude. "Personally I am done wasting my time with you." His eyes were scornful now, and he rarely let his harshness out. "Its like I am speaking to a five year old, you are not taking anything I am saying in. I tried to be civil, but all it has brought for me is a terrible headache." He sneered his teeth, giving a different and frightening presence to the air.
It felt good for him, to let this constant rage that he kept inside out at times. "Of course I see inperfection," he said, as he started flapping his wings into the now chilly air. "it is staring straight at me." His body started to gradually raise into the air, and his perfect mold of gold hair clung next to his face beautifully. "Honestly girl, what do you expect me to say to you? Its like you came here for an answer that doesn't exist. You are the one who needs to think." His brilliant white body started rising higher into he air, and he watched her, feeling more relief the farther he got.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:26 pm
Was he running away? "Running away, are we? Well, that's fine by me." She didn't know what had gotten into her, but, like him, she moved her wings so that she also rose into the air, and even though his graceful ascension into the air was beautiful, it went over her head... she ignored it. She was flying opposite the direction he was going, and she found that better.
"I'm not listening to you or taking in your words because they're no help," she retorted. "You give painful advice--words, I admit, are true--but they aren't what I'm seeking. You gave me a good direction to look at though." It was time she took off... she really needed to find someone who could deal with her complicated, tortured mind.
"Well, all in all, it was a pleasure to meet you, Ariston... I think I might have learned more from you than I have from anyone else." But I won't thank you for it! A whinny of goodbye, and off she went. Perhaps I made things too complicated...
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