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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:25 pm
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As spring became more established, the signs of winter had been fading by the day. Snow piles disapeared into puddles of water, frozen ground softened and melted into spongy turf and mud, and icy waters had opened into rushing streams and open ponds. The grass was greening up, flowers were making their first appearances of the season, and the trees were slowy but surely gaining their leaves back.
However, plant life wasn't the only thing reproducing. The songs of baby birds, the footprints of young deer, and the rush of fish to spawn were common presences these days...
Which served to cast Ladius into as blue a funk as ever.
It wasn't that she disliked Spring on it's own; she DID dislike mud for the unsure footing, but the season itself didn't bother her much. It was what it symbolized that she couldnt' stand; new life and propagation. In the case of her species...the propagation of idiots, chauvenists, and weaklings.
When her usual haunt had flooded with the rising of the river, Ladius had taken advantage of the situation to roam about a bit. And in the course of those wanderings, she had gotten to see a few 'families' with new foals...and been thoroughly disgusted.
In every case, it was the same. The mare and stallion made goo-goo eyes at each other, then the stallion would go off to 'provide' while the mare basically watched the kids and laid around. Then the stallion would come home and take everyone to the feeding place he'd discovered, or bring them berries, and then he'd pat the mare and kids on the head and everyone would go to bed.
"Every damn time. Don't those mares realize that they could provide too?" Grumbling a bit, Ladius was busily at her musings and training both; in the middle of the river, the mare was swimming against the current with all her strength, slowly but surely making her way upstream. "Or even teach in the interim? And people wonder why the species is faltering."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:11 pm
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Without even turning her head, Ladius nevertheless managed to convey awareness of the stallion watching her from the bank. And why not? You meet someone a few times, you got a little less unsure of them each time you met. This time she hadn't heard him approach, but when one was in the middle of a roaring river, well...sounds were a bit less noticable.
Raising her voice so that she could be heard above the water, Ladius otherwise gave no real indication that the stallion's prescnce had even registered. "Naturally; with all the snow melt, the river is at its peak strength. Prime training circumstances, especially for the legs."
Like the little engine that could, Ladius continued to move upstream. However, her course had changed now; instead of swimming straight up the middle of the river, she was tilted slightly so that she'd be moving towards the bank. At the new angle, the force of the current was hitting more of her side, making the effort even more pronounced on her part by the time she finally reached the bank and pulled herself out, shaking off the water and looking at the stallion. "So, what brings you to these parts, Entreri? Can't say I've seen you around for some time."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:45 pm
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"Yeah, well, when you don't have any choice BUT to be landbound, you don't really worry about such things." And she didn't; after all, she'd spent her entire life firmly tied to the earth, and pining about it wouldn't change it. Besides, lacking wings had its advantages; you tended to be a LOT faster by foot and more knowledgeable about the terrain. Moreso when you lived in any one place...
But then, this was not her place. Flicking her tail in an arc, Ladius smiled slightly at the solid 'thud' with which the wet braids hit the ground. "Besides, water has its advantages; wet a braided tail and you can wind a kalona." Which would be good to remember in the future...
However, at his comments she wrinkled her nose, annoyed at the reminder of something that she herself had been annoyed with. "Tell me about it. It's merely propagation of idiots, chauvenists, and mistaken ideals. Mares get the chance to mold the minds of a new generation, and what do they do? Make gooey eyes at the stallions and provide no true guidance to the foals, leading the new foals to fall into the same gendered molds as their parents. It's pitiful."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:21 pm
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How very unsurprising. Smiling slightly, Ladius glanced at her braids, then back at Entreri. "A small price to pay for the end results. After all, what big tough stallion would suspect an innocently braided mare?"
A harsh snort was enough to indicate what Ladius felt about THAT viewpoint, and the somewhat smug smile that crossed her face was enough evidence of what happened to stallions that might entertain such ideas. However, that cheerful idea went away with a shake of the head as Entreri went on to expound on the responsibility of stallions. "Oh, I KNOW that the stallions are equally to blame, if not moreso; it's just disgusting that the mares won't step up to the plate. Seriously."
Narrowing her eyes, Ladius visualized one of the last families she'd seen, the syrupy goodness of it all seriously giving her a stomachache before she dismissed THAT image, giving Entreri a shrug. "Even so. I agree that nurture isn't EVERYTHING; you need to have a strong core, good genes and the like to build on. But obviously there needs to be a balance; the best genetic combination can be destroyed by bad nurturing, and the best efforts in raising a child can be to naught if you don't have a sound genetic core."
This was something Ladius herself felt strongly about; while she didn't like to 'write off' children for their misfortune in parentage, she stood firmly by the fact that it was important to have something to build. Ultimately, though, it was about how you were raised. "Personally, I think I could raise a kid MUCH better than any of the families I've seen lately, and said kid would wind up a better adult. No chauvenists or prissy girls HERE."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:00 pm
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Dismissing the hair discussions, Ladius quirked a brow at Entreri. "What you can't see me managing a foal? If I can manage a fight, I think I can manage a foal. In fact, I've often thought it would be a good thing. After all, society isn't changing on it's own, and much as I try, I can't manage everything myself. What better way to ensure the furthering of the decent elements of Soquili society than to do it yourself in the most basic of ways?"
A truly logical question, as she saw it. After all, others obviously couldn't be counted on to accomplish anything of worth, so why not count on your own abilities? That was the way a fighter lived, after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:18 pm
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"You know, Entreri, there are other ways than asking 'random' stallions." Now Ladius was arching a brow, the look on her face one truly skeptical. "As you ought to know, I'll kick in the jaw of any stallion who even THINKS I'm game for that sort of thing. Obviously there is more to be considered than mere gender. I'd have to find a stallion who was actually WORTH the effort, one who's genes wouldn't attempt to sabotague the overall effort."
And therein lay the clincher. "Of course, that's the problem; there are so few stallions out there that are actually DECENT that it's quite likely the world would end before I found one. In fact, the only stallion who's worth his salt..."
Ladius had been gazing into the distance while musing, Entreri's words reminding her of the biggest problem with this whole enterprise. However, as she spoke her eyes came sharply back into focus, arrowing in sharply on the stallion before her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 6:52 pm
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"No implications about it, Entreri." Ladius' voice was more of a drawl now, each word emphasized as she regarded the stallion thoughtfully. Really, the more she thought about it the more it made sense...
"Think about it, Entreri. Your genes combined with mine have to have the most potential of any other pair out there. Take that genetic combination and give the resulting offsrping to me to raise?"
Considering the idea, Ladius smile had started to grow, the sort of satisfied and borderline smug smile that seemed to be her trademark. She couldn't say that the idea of being subordinate in any way appealed to her, but one had to make sacrifices to the greater good. "Honestly, Entreri? You're probably the best possible stallion. Is that such a shock?"
The look she now fixed on him was challenging, as though daring him to deny his own worth or worse, her own. It was a brilliant plan.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:37 pm
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The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to Ladius. She could manage foals; after all, she was quite likely the toughest mare this side of the mountains, and if those wimps could, she could.
Cocking a brow at Entreri, she gave a mirthless snort. "Nice to know that you, unlike most stallions, think with the head on your shoulders and not the one under your legs. And who said anything about knowing you?"
Striding forwards, Ladius closed the space between the two of them so that their muzzles were only about a foot apart. "Considering that the issue is genes, one only has to look at you to know you've got a good thing to contribute. That aside, I don't doubt your abilities as a fighter, which can only mean good things for potential foals. And I live in one place, it's not that hard to find me. You can fly. You could manage it, unless your tracking skills have sunk below zero."
Tilting her head to one side, she gave the stallion a challenging look. "Think about it. No strings attached, the knowledge you actually aided in the creation of something decent, and possibly the only chance you'd ever have to tangle with a mare as tough as you. What's there to lose?"
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