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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:23 am
((This is a Private RP between `Swirly and Myself. Please do not post unless asked. ))  --------------------------------------- Azariel sighed softly, staring into the liquid depths of the lake. "Damn." She mumbled softly, long white mane falling forward and partially covering her face. She disliked her long white tresses and tail. She couldn't believe that Mashki had refused to cut it as soon as it had begun to grow so long. It was horrible to maintain and she could hardly go for a run through the forest without entangling it on something. She hated being an adult.
She tossed her head angrily, rearing up and splashing into the water, eradicting her reflection. She couldn't stand to look at it any longer. "I hate this." She whispered, light blue-gren eyes squeezed shut, "I hate it!" She turned away from the water, anger burning through her. She knew she shouldn't be, she should be happy that she didn't have to be looked after and that she could be out as long as she wanted and do whatever she wanted but....she still hated it. No one could change that.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:41 am
Caelens long curls blew behind him in a gentle breeze. He had made himself go on a hard long run to get some of the stiffness out of his joints. It had been a long winter for him - nowhere near as cold as the other pansies had thought it, but long nonetheless. Quite randomly he heard a rather violent proclamtation of, "I hate it!"
"Ye're likely ter find a pissy mare, if ye go ter it." He tried to reason with himself why going to that particular water was likely to be a pain in the arse. A wicked grin split along his lips, Lovey had been cranky and he could handle her temper.. what problem would that lass be? He picked up a light trot, the printed green and ... green feathers around his hooves fluttering as he moved, "Oii.. hello?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 12:05 pm
Azariel froze mid-step. Someone else was here? Someone else was seeing her tantrum over the fact that she hadn't gotten what she wanted and remained as a foal forever? Oh, crap. She turned around, tossing her head violently to get the long hair out of her eyes, not that doing so helped much.
"Who's there?" She demanded, only on this side of politeness. She was too angry and embarrassed to really care. She wanted to be alone. Alone in her misery and hate. She looked at the startlingly green stallion with the curled mane. Great, a stallion too. Makes this day even better! From what she knew, stallions were hardly sympathetic to when a mare was in distress, most just walked away or insulted. Azariel was definitely not going to take that lying down. She wantd a fight, but she wanted it on the defensive.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 1:18 pm
Caelen just propped up a hindleg and forced himself not to grin at the mare that was around.. ohhh two steps from the biggest temper tantrum he could hope to witness. Of course, it wasn't very charitible of him to be in the mood to watch her meltdown. Lovey had had a huge meltdown.. Their two-legger had nearly had a spasm when she had seen the a bruise or two. So needless to say - this lovely little one wasn't going to rattle him. 'Less of course she packed more punch than a simple temper-tantrum.
A slow grin spread along his face and Caelen shifted his weight once more in order to get more fully comfortable for the conversation or confrontation that he had just signed up for. "weeell now lass... That does seem ter be a bit of a waste, sendin' yer hatred at water." He waited a moment to let her stew, "Me name's Caelen, Cael if ye prefer it.. and who'm I speakin' ter?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 7:01 pm
Azariel snorted, not entirely understanding te reference this green stallion was spouting, but not wanting to give away the fact that she didn't understand it. Tail flicking and taking a deep breath to calm herself, she took a moment to reply, "My name is Azariel, my friends can call me Az," She looked at him coolly from behind her white mane, "You may call me Azariel."
She didn't like him. She did not like this stallion at all. She didn't know why, the reason was unfathomable, but this stallion rubbed her the wrong way. It was like...like he was analyzing her and putting her into a cateogry she didn't not want to be placed it. She didn't like this one bit.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:01 am
Caelen snorted right back at her. He was almost to the point of holding back a chuckle or three. A spirited mare? Ahh thank god, no offense to Lovey Dovey - the only mare he had spent much time with - it just felt like recently she had had about as much spunk as a wet noodle. She'd bounce back though, evertime a little one came around she seemed downright childish. His mind had rambled far enough and he almost didn't catch the mares name, "Oh.. Azzy-ray-el?" Caelen butchered the way it was said, more to get a rise from the mare and in his accent it was a bit hard to say.
The little snot most certainly didna seem to like 'im. Well... she was interesting and a lot more fun than some of the other mares he had met. Doormats - the lot of them.. Maybe he'd have to make her like him. "Aye... yer in a bonny mood aren't ye lass?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:48 pm
Azariel felt her anger rise as her slaughtered her name; she was so close to going at him, but she held back...barely. "It would be kind of you," She practically spat, "If you would at least try to pronounce my name correctly, Caelen." She spoke his name crisply, indicating that she could at least say his name correctly.
Her long tail flicked, tangling within itself. It wouldn't be easy to fix that tonight. "I...suppose you could say that," She replied, feeling more and more like she wanted to bite something, preferably a light green stallion with the bad attitude which rubbed her the wrong way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:55 pm
Ahh it was fun to play with the young ones! He could only hope that the lass would get her head about her and learn how to use her temper correctly. Fighting with every Tom, d**k, and Harry really would just make her ugly before her time. Not that he had ever seen an ugly mare.. Nay.. the more battletorn they were the more valuable really... He chuckled lightly and smiled at her, "Ye'll have ter fergive me accent.. makes sayin' names a wee bit harder ye ken?"
He smiled at her easily, switching the foot that he was resting to another one easily, "And tell me.. what're ye hatin' so violently lass?" It would be most.. interesting to find out what could rile her to such .. crankyness?
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:18 pm
Azariel chuffed softly, cold gaze to warming even as he gave an excuse for his mispronunciation of her name. Her anger was roiling about her still, though it was lessening. At least when the green boy didn't speak or do anything. That always seemed to get her blood up.
She jerked her head up, keeping it high for a moment then shaking it dismissively, "It's nothing," She replied, stomping a back hoof absently, "You of all, wouldn't understand." She shook her head. She didn't want anyone else knowing about her childish wishes and dreams. He of all creatures, would be the mostly likely to laugh at her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:30 pm
A slight clucking noise was all Caelen made for a moment. The lass needed to learn how to vent to others that way they could help her with her problems. Although if it was some ... womanly problem he wouldn't know heads or tails of how to fix it. He grinned at her widely, hoping she didn't ask what made him smile before speaking, "Ye've no need ter bottle things up lass.. I'll nay laugh at ye fer hatin' something... s'long's it's not as ridiculous as hatin' day for bein' what it'tis. or night fer bein' so dark."
A slight cant of his head was he only move, Caelen thought out all of his moves for the most part as if life were a game of chess and the wrong slide could cost him a chunk of his pelt, or worse. "I could list a few things I hate, but I'm sure ye'd find a reason ter snap at me, eh?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 1:47 pm
Azariel snorted and shook her head, "It's my problem," She replied simply, "You would neither understand, nor know how to comfort me." She looked at him squarely, "Because it is not something you or I can change." She looked away from him, embarrassed over her problem.
She tossed her head again...and found herself blinded by her white hair. "...This stuff is coming off whether or not I look "pretty!" She snapped suddenly, snapping at it in frustration, " 'Oh, let's not cut it, Az! You look so pretty!' Bah! Pretty my black butt! It doesn't function!" She reared up slightly, shaking her head, actually not caring if she looked like a fool, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She ranted, falling back onto her front hooves as hard as she could. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she glared at her white mane in her vision, wishing it would just go away.
Catching the end of his statement she wrinkled her nose, "I suppose I might," She replied icily, "Glad to know you have analyzed me so well."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 7:07 pm
Caelen only managed to blink at the mare. She certainly had enough spunk. Standing here next to quiet water and listening as her short fuse was lit and re-lit over and over was rather peaceful? He knew plenty of other stallions that would have left by now. They were all a bunch of pansies of course.
"Ye'll find that I dinna put ye inter any particular category lass, perhaps ye're only wishin' I had?"
So the mare was enraged about her hair? More than once Caelen had thought of chopping all of his curled locks off in exchange for something that was less "feminine." Several of his old friends had called him "Pretty" and the likes because of it. Bah! Looks were just a rather nice way of catching the fancy of a lovely mare across the way, "What do ye do lass that makes putting the extra effort inter yer hair a pain?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:51 pm
Azariel stopped, and ceased any movement. This was merely for a moment, as she digested what the green stallion had said after her little "tantrum".
"No," She replied finally, her anger almost entirely burned out, "I'd rather not be in any cateogry other then my own." She sighed softly, ignoring the small desire to explode, she was too tired at the moment. Would anyone blame her to rest a bit before the next outburst?
She looked at him, eyes more void from lack of emotion then any dislike toward the stallion, though in a few moments it would probably go right back to the way it had been before, "I don't take care of it." She replied, "I hate how damned long it is, I hate how I can't get rid of it..." She sighed, "And I hate that it reminds my father so much of my mother."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 6:56 pm
Part of him ached to chuckle.. The little black and white mare was so young and forlorn and lovely with such spirit. He shifted closer to her carefully, hoping not to be kicked, bit, or bellowed at for getting into something weird called "Personal Space."
Bah! He had no use for that. If a body needed a rest or a hug or some such.. then it ought to have it.
A soft green muzzle lifted to shift through the soft white hair, "Now lass, ye're not seein' the brighter side o' things." His nose ran down her neck softly.. stretched out as if he didn't want to put his body too close for either of their comfort, "Don't ye wish to have some of yer mother in ye?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 6:32 am
Azariel was far too trapped in her personal misery to realize what he was doing until it was a bit too late to stop him. Skin shivered slightly at the touch, she had rarely allowed anyone other then Mashki and her family to touch her.
"Brighter side?" She repeated softly, "No, I want nothing of my mother in me." She shook her head, more tresses falling into her face, "I never want to be like the creature who abandoned my father and us and only returning to take my brother away for us." Her voice fled her, memories once again rising up to engulf her.
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