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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:29 pm
Ah, lunchtime. Always a pleasant time of day, especially if you've worked up an appetite in the morning previously. And with Ladius, there was never any question of WHETHER, it was merely a question of 'to what extent'. Having spent this particular morning sparring with her favorite strand of birch trees, she was more than willing to stop for a bit, have a half dozen apples or so, and then maybe a brisk swim.
Or maybe the swim should be first. Tossing back her braided mane, she critically eyed one flank; the dark fur was gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, as was the rest of her body. But after considering for a moment, she shrugged it off; food first, baths later. A bit of dirt or sweat never hurt anyone, least of all her.
So instead she focused on food, walking up to one of the few apple trees in the area and deftly plucking down the fruits.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:41 pm
The noontime meal was exactly what Tka-ih had in mind as he trotted through the slush toward the same apple tree, but his eyes were on his hooves.
The stallion smiled to see new green grass amid the melting traces of winter. The snowfall season was one he could gladly do without. It too set off a strange discomfort at some forgotten time....but even if it didn't, he'd rather be warm than cold. Warm he could always stand in a pond....
Looking up finally as he crested the hill, he spied Ladius, and his appetite was added to the many things he forgot.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:53 pm
Not having wings and being rather small and graceful of build and stature, Ladius had considered herself to be rather short-changed when she was younger. However, years of training and discipline had taught that size and genetics didn't matter as much as the skills one had to use what they possessed; consequently, she had worked to make her small body even better, tougher, faster, and speedier than the comparitively cumbersome bodies of the stallions she encountered. And all things considered, she was pleased with herself.
That didn't mean that having wings or being taller wouldn't be nice sometimes. Like right now, for example.
Forehooves resting on the tree trunk, Ladius eyed a particularly plump and juicy looking apple...that hung JUST out of her reach. Vexing was not the word for the situation, but it was sure as hell close.
However, no fruit was going to get the best of her. Letting herself down onto the ground, she backed a few feet away from the tree, then raced at it full speed, all but running up the side. Teeth closing around the prize, she dropped back down to the ground and set it with the others, a smug smile on her face. Not bad, not at all...
Then an ear flicked. You didn't live on your own and fight as a way of life without being able to at least FEEL when you were being watched, and the stallion in question wasn't even trying to hide. After only a breif glance around, she could see the stallion, and the look she gave him was both direct and measuring. But beyond that...she didn't so much as nod at the stallion in greeting.
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