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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:42 pm
Dusty thought of when she emerged from her basket. It had been snowing, and a strange black and green mare had been there with two baskets. "Well, Midori says that I was born the day after Valentine's Day; a two-legger's holiday. And I can't really say that I miss summer or autumn." She grinned, checking on her flowers. Then she noticed something. They weren't talking completely about her. Trying to change that fact, she shook her head from side to side. "Goodness, my hair must look awful."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 2:15 pm
Oliver quirked his head to the side. Her hair didn't look awful! Quite the contrary, he thought it was rather pretty.
"Don't say that," he said, oblivious to the sudden subject change. "I think you look wonderful." He smiled. It was true. There wasn't any other mare that he'd ever met that looked as pretty as the mare in front of him, and he wasn't changing his opinion anytime soon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:53 pm
A small smile danced across Dusty's face. Flipping her mane out of her eyes, she answered, "Aww. Thank you. My mane tends to get to me a lot lately." She put her head down to seem modest, which only caused the flower behind her ear to fall. Great. Now how are you going to get that back in? Moron.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:07 pm
Oliver chuckled. "Here, let me help you..." he said, reaching toward her flower and adjusting it with his nose so as not to bruise it. He pushed it back tenderly, gently, and stood back when he finished.
"Better than new," he said cheerfully, flicking his tail with excitement and grinning. His eyes sparkled in the early spring light, and he felt like he was a young foal again, carefree and just a burning ball of energy.
Suddenly, an idea caught in his mind and refused to let go.
"Your mate would be very u-upset with me if h-he saw this," he said nervously, backing away from the mare. "I-I mean, he'd probably be jealous, a stupid little stallion like me fixing his beautiful mare's mane." He sighed.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:45 pm
Dusty's eyes widened. "Mate?" A giggle emerged from her lips. "Don't be silly. I haven't a mate for you to make jealous."
She smiled and nudged his shoulder. Maybe I should have a mate. I mean, I am that beautiful. Why don't I have one yet? Then again... Why would I want one? Sure, the constant attention would be nice, but what about when I want attention and he isn't there? Would he be mad at me for being me? The debate with herself was pointless, and she finally reached a conclusion. "I'm not even sure I'll ever have a mate. Not quite sure I want one, really. Not yet, anyway."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:04 pm
Oliver quirked his head to the side a bit. Never wanting a mate? Why, he thought that was all the mares talked about! He had some definite learning to do...
"Perhaps I'm just a-a hopeless romantic," Oliver began slowly, a sly smile creeping across his face. "But it's something I always dreamed of, coming home to a pretty girl and knowing that, no matter what happened that day, I'd be content and happy with her by my side." He stared off into the distance for a moment, thinking. His father was lucky, finding his mother and grabbing her before another male did with his charm and "handsome looks," or so described by an older mare in the group led by his twolegger. If he was lucky enough to find a nice girl to settle down with, he'd be a happy lad.
He shook the image from his head of mini versions of him frolicking about in a field. "But it's nothing but a silly dream, if I do say so myself." He smiled innocently, a tinge of sadness turning the corners of his mouth down slightly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:36 pm
Dusty raised a brow. A hopeless romantic? Perhaps he was. Then again, it wouldn't be so bad to have somebody willing to do anything for you no matter the circumstances. "Well, it's not entirely a dream. I mean, it happens every day, right?" She thought for a moment. Maybe she would just have foals. Find somebody who would compliment her colors and hopefully, if they're desperate enough, convince them they wanted some, too. But the thought of staying with one stallion was too much for the small mare.
"I'm not entirely sure what it is I want..." She admitted quietly. Children would surely disfigure her, but they would be out soon, right? Shaking her head, she checked on her flowers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:25 pm
And with that, time passed... Oliver rose from his bed of a thick clump of soft grasses and leaves, stretching and yawning as he worked out the kinks he had aquired in his joints during his slumber. A leaf stuck in the long, banded part of his mane, and he shook it out with some difficulty; the persistant leaf clung to the fine brown hairs for dear life. His tail whipped about behind him excitedly as he emerged from the bushes in which he had hidden himself for the night.
As he regained his bearings, he remembered what had happened the previous day. A smile came across his thin lips, his tail flicking about even more excitedly than before. It had been a good day, all in all.
The day before had gone... well, awkwardly. Meeting such a pretty mare as Dusty had sparked something within the young stallion, something that made his heart leap into his throat at the mere thought of. He did not regret meeting her one little bit.
But he did regret not keeping track of the brown mare better. Where did she run off to?
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:44 pm
Dusty ambled along the outer edges of the forest, trying to hide her anger. She payed no attention to her flower slipping out of her tail. It wouldn't matter if she had; her swolen belly blocked her from being able to bend that far around, anyway.
The mare was looking for the stallion that had caused what she acted was her demise. Surely having a stranger's foals couldn't be that bad. Her mother had managed to do it, after all. It seemed like only a day had passed since she last saw Oliver. Perhaps it was.
At seeing the stallion, she glared, and probably would have run after him if she were able to. Instead, she kept a slow, steady pace, sure he would see her after a while.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:59 pm
Finally, Oliver spotted the brown-coated mare. He was about to call out her name cheerfully, a smile plastered on his face and his head held up high, but he saw that she looked... angry.
Uh oh.
Oliver recoiled a little as he saw that she was walking a little funny, her large swollen belly swaying slightly.
That belly wasn't there the last time he had seen her.
"H-hey, D-D-D-Dusty!" he called out nervously, his tail ceasing its frantic swishing and his ears flicking back submissively. "H-how're you f-f-feeling this morning?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:16 pm
Dusty snarled. "How do I feel? I feel like I'm going to kill the stallion who completely ruined my body!" Her eyes narrowed even more as she finally reached him. "And do you know who that stallion just happens to be?"
She waited for an answer, even though she didn't expect one. It didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
Calming down slightly, the mare sighed. I'm acting like a lunatic.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:26 pm
Oliver shrunk back from the mare, fearing for his own safety. Did his mother do this to his father when she found out that she was expecting? If so, he doubted that his father would love her as much as he did now. For such a pretty mare, Dusty was possibly the ugliest thing he'd ever seen... in personality, anyway.
"I d-d-d-didn't m-mean t-t-to!" he cried. "You l-look f-f-f-fine, Dusty! Not completely r-r-ruined at all!" If he had known how she would have reacted to becoming a mother, Oliver would've never... his mind suddenly changed frequencies. He was going to be a dad.
And he wasn't entirely looking forward to it, just because of Dusty's reaction.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:42 pm
Dusty sighed. "I'm sorry. It's not completely your fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you." She nuzzled his cheek gently. Her hormones were through the roof, and she was really moody. Pretty much anything could make her snap.
Just now had she noticed her flower. It had fallen out, and was sitting on the ground beside her. She turned around to pick it up, making sure to give Oliver a side view so he could see the full extent of what he'd done.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 9:06 pm
Oliver allowed Dusty to nuzzle his cheek, the shock and frightening image of a crazy hormonal mare slowly fading away to reveal that Dusty was just as afraid as he was... or so he thought.
Part of him screamed in excitement on the inside. He was going to be a dad! He couldn't wait to tell his father. Will would be so proud!... or would he? Would he be disappointed that Oliver had sired illegitimate children instead of getting a mate before deciding to become a father? The thought of his father being disappointed in him frightened Oliver, so he decided to wait... for now.
The stallion watched Dusty turn deliberately to show him her swollen belly, and realized she was reaching for her flower; not really the best idea for someone that couldn't bend all the way.
"Let me help you," he said gently, picking up the orchid with his lips and placing it back in her tail, a place she surely could not reach. After a short pause, he whispered, "I'm sorry. For everything and anything."
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