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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:01 pm
This RP is for Hel, Min, and myself. Please don't post unless you have permission.  
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:05 pm
Silvance stood a moment, flicking her tail and looking about in the clear day's light. She was feeling frisky and full of energy - energy she needed to burn on doing something and preferably soon!
She stomped her front feet in the ground, contemplating a moment. What to do what to do..... where were her brothers, anyway? They were loads of fun to tease.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:20 pm
Mythril looked around him with an indefinite snort. Being the only non horned one seemed difficult at times, moreso being poked for fun if he wasn't careful.
Peering out through a bush he had his head lowered towards the ground watching a grasshopper with curiousity. If he moved ever so close it would fly away, so he was content to watch and scheme on things.
Maybe he could fly like that if given the chance. Perhaps he'd try if he got the notion.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:56 pm
Bwahaha, look at them, the little colt thought to himself as he inched as quietly as possible toward the family of quail that had stopped to rest in the clearing. They don't suspect a thing.
Agate wished his tail anxiously, his body twitching with mischievous glee. Patience was the key, patience. But the colt was young and undisciplined.
"RAWR!" He neighed as loudly as possible as he charged the landfowl, only to have them scatter and sprint toward the thorn bushes. Unwilling to play in the prickly leaves the colt stopped and neighed and stamped for good measure. Chuckling, he paused to catch his breath, now curious about the whereabouts of his siblings.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:58 pm
Silvy's ears perked as she heard what could only be one of her brothers doing something involving being noisy. With that she trotted along contently, already thinking of what she could do. If it was Mythril, a good horn poke or two were in order... Agate was another story as he could poke back.
Maybe a ehadbutt for being noisy anyway. Sure enough it was Agate and she stopped short, snorting slightly in disgust at a good plan gone foul. "Oh, it's you. And just what was that about huh? You think you're big and bad?"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 6:47 am
Mythril hunched himself further into a pounce as the winged insect eyed him carefully. For a moment the two seen eye to eye, then the grasshopper leapt away causing a rush of excitement in the indigo colored coat dappled with large patches of white.
Springing after his quarry he let his feet leave the ground pretending he had wings as this ugly insect did. His little whinny was high and loud so anyone within the area would hear his attempt. Running after it he snorted leaping upwards to gain more and more speed. Clear out of the blue he leapt outward like a gazele and concentrated deeply he was flying.
Only instead of being airborne, gravity grabbed his haunches and yanked him back causing an unbalanced stumble, followed by a somersault head over heels.
Pulling himself onto his haunches he winced, maybe that time really wasn't a good time to try flying.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:14 am
"I'm protecting my cute widdle baby sister from mean evil birds," Agate replied with a wink. "It's the job of the stallion to protect the rest of the herd." He knew what this response would illicit before he said it, but life wouldn't be fun without conflict. Before he had a chance to continue the anatagonization of Silvanon, a ruckus interrupted his train of thought. The colt's ears twitched as he heard whinnythud and he eyed his sister quizzingly. "Was that Myth?"
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 2:42 pm
She had a burning retort on her tongue for ehr dear brother's words, but was cur off by Mythril's whinny. She snorted at Agate, bumping him in his hindquarters with ehr ehad instead.
"Likely, ickle baby bro," she shot back, prancing off already towards the noise. "Myyyyyyyyyyyyythyyyyy~" she singsonged out, heading towards the noise. "MYTHYMYTHYMYYYTHHHHYYYYYY~ Where are yoouuuuuu?"
She paused only a moment to stick her tongue out at Agate before proceeding off to find her errant brother who may or may not have discoverd trees hurt.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 3:21 pm
Mythril sat there dazed a moment, for if he would know curses a few choice ones would have been uttered momentarily. Rump and back legs somehow managed to be haging over his front limbs making an array of a display that would set even the grumpiest squirrel into fits of laughter.
Snorting he tried to move himself into a possible roll, then he heard that unmistakable call of his sister. Currently, there was a situation where his bottom was a bit exposed and prime for a good poking if she was up to no good.
So he struggled as much as he could till his body coiled around him instead of over.
"Oooowwwwwwww" he noted snorting as he rose to his feet, "Good thing Silva ans Agate didn't see that".
Looking around him he hunted for that ugly flying bug.
"Now where were we..."
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 3:48 pm
Agate followed Sil out of curiousity and possibly mischief to be had. "Dun make me poke you with my pointy," he grumbled toward the exposed tongue. "Move, BABY sister, you're too slow," he retorted passing the filly in a full gallop, heading toward where the sounds had come from moments ago.
The colt nickered and tossed back his head as the wind pushed his mane back out of his face. Chunks of earth and loose grass took flight, and Agate hoped they were landing on his icky sister. "MYTH? WHERE ARE YOU?" He called out as he ran.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 7:27 pm
"WHAT?" she shrieked at Agate as he passed, and she darted aside as grass began to fly, spitting out a little dirt that got in her mouth. "Ohhh, you poo poo head! MEANIE!" she yelled at him, racing after him.
It wasn't much longer before she saw the sight of her dear brother Mythril stalking around again, seeming to be looking for somerhing. She slowed, blowing a raspberry at Agate for being a poo poo head again and then neighed at ehr hornless brother.
"Mythy mythril whatcha doin? We heard you make a commotion! Didja meet a tree or see anythign exciting?!" She trotted around in a circle, looking somewhat excited. He BETTER have something big for THAT amount of noise, or she might laugh at him.
"Say, you look a lil diiiirty. I should tell MOM."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 5:28 pm
His face blew outward in a puff along with his little chest eyeing his mischevious sister.
The grasshopper finding its escape as it bounded through the grass.
Smiling sheepishly he shook himself of any loose dirt. Last thing he needed was a lecture from his mother about how Earth ponies can't fly.
Yeah, Yeah Yes mom. I know mom. Uh huh I won't ever try it again, he thought to himself. Always the same thing day after day. So he didn't have wings, but that doesn't mean you can't fly, right?
He turned his head, with his backside away from both, and grinned.
"Nope. I was watching that ugly bug. Sides that huge tree right there hit me first" he laughed flicking his tail side to side. Eyeing that horn on her head he turned to Agate, "What have you two been up to anyway? Find anything fun to do?"
He watched both of them blinking but keeping alert, for it could easily become a poke the Earth boy game if he wasn't careful.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 4:36 pm
"I was saving the herd from a flock of rabid landfowl," the colt replied, tossing his head high and puffing out his chest in a 'manly' display. "Not watching some silly bug... I wonder if it's tasty." Agate pondered whether he could eat a bug. He was pretty recently weened from mom's milk so he was still a bit unsure about what stallions could eat. "We should eat it!" He proclaimed!
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