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PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:31 pm


Frowning ever so slightly she gave a delicate little shake to dispell more of the water that had 'clung' to her body. "What you are? I'm afraid I do not understand...you are a stallion.." She almost feared asking what it is the two-legger had put around the poor males face. Had it hurt him? Frown deepening Isa felt hte urge to nuzzle and smooth her cheek against his..to comfort him. Instead she answered his previous question/comment. "No it actually does not tangle too badly..Poppin's very good at untangling it but, I do get into trouble when a stray branch decides to capture me. Plus my own two legger offers assitance..when I go home." Laughing softly her mind drifted, eyes lingering on Wallce. Such a big stallion but, he seemed kind..she had so many questions yet did not wish to be a pest. No, Isa decided to wait and see if the male would tell her more about himself. "I do hope..that you are not harmed..juding others because of what they look like is the worst thing..but, if you do not mind my saying...you are very handsome.." Smirking just a bit she felt like a hypocrite..Isa hated being called beautiful or pretty. Yet, she felt Wallace needed to hear it..others could be so cruel about looks.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:32 pm


Wallace did his best not to roll his eyes at the tiny mare. "Really?" He spread his leathery wings and swung his spaded tail. It seemed that everyone he'd encountered were not afraid of the powerfully dangerous species he had inside of him, and he felt it was stupid. The stallion knew he could snap and kill almost anything he encountered without a second thought, but for some reason, they didn't seem to care. "You do realize that if I got upset with you, I could just eat you as a snack, right?" He was always tempted when a situation such as this arose. Such an uninformed generation, it seemed. They only had their parents to blame if they got taken as a morsel. "You see, miss, I'm partially a breed known to torture and kill just for the fun of it. For the power in it. You see, you got lucky, because I find Soquili blood to taste disgusting, and it ruins the meat. But next time, you may not find someone so docile." He listened, less than interested about her hair now. The stallion nodded, listening half-heartedly. The stallion's ears perked and an eyebrow raised when the mare called him handsome. "I'm afraid your eyesight may be a little off, miss."

.Tortured. .Pumpkin.

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:56 pm


Shaking her head with a more stern fiery look in her blue orbs the petite mare moved closer, not at all frightened. "I fear no one! My eye sight is perfectly fine my good sir...do not take me for a fool.. I do not care what you are..that does not effect WHO you are..on the inside. That's all that matters, nothing else should be relevant. If you wished to devour me it would have already happened..you would not have eaten fish or wasted time talking with me." No, Isa had never felt true fear..she'd never been worried over others..a stallion or mare could have fangs or mighty claws and, she would treat them the same as any 'normal' stallion/mare. Some called it stupid but, for her it felt more natural than breathing. "Just because you are of that blood..that species does not mean you are any less handsome or kind. Even if you think it's crazy of me to say..I would not lie about such a thing.." Smiling she allowed her blood to cool..it had become a bit heated at Wallace's remarks. "You talk as if you are some old male, you look pretty young to me."
PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:57 pm


Wallace only became more annoyed with the mare. "But you should at least be cautious. My species does horrible, horrible things sometimes. You can't just throw all care to the wind just because you think there may be a chance of something good in there. A conversation is okay, but you need to be wary of others." If a parent wasn't smart enough or wasn't around to teach that lesson, he figured he might as well. "There's a difference between me and others like me. We aren't all kind." He grinned at the mare's comment about him being young. In reality, he was rather young, but he didn't feel it. His mind was aged far beyond his body, and he knew this very well. "You know what they say... Looks can be deceiving." A little chuckle escaped his lips at the thought of his words. How silly it was for him to tell her to be careful of others based on looks, and then to say such a thing.

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:08 pm


Trying to fight down a smile Isa gave a little toss of her mane, tail flicking irritably. She both liked and disliked this stallion..he just tickled her fancy so. Such a curious male..such a frustrating male. "Haha very funny..I can handle myself..I do not throw caution away..I just feel little fear when facing others..I will not become some wimpy little mare that runs whenever another comes near me." Sky and sun above that would be TERRIBLE, she would never understand why some mares acted like that. Like everyone would harm them or, like they would break at the slightest touch. "I will not break..or bend even if it means a little pain. Those that have looks others find ugly or scary are often the kindest..and more interesting to speak with. That is why I do not judge..or run " Shrugging a bit she smiled at the feeling of Poppin going still within her mane..he had drifted off to sleep no doubt..all tangled and warm.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:22 pm


"Now, now. I never said just to run. Only to be ready to. Just in case. You really never do know when someone's going to just snap." Wallace was trying his best not to get snippy with the mare. The last time a mare decided to be so defiant, he ended up scaring her half to death. He really didn't feel like doing that again. The stallion considered rising to his feet, but lazily dunked his tail into the stream instead. It still smelled horribly of fish, and he couldn't have that. Not in the presence of a mare. He'd have done it sooner, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind until he caught a whiff of it. His hair laid beside him in a pile, and he looked at it as if he were intrigued by the white fluff. "It really could be more than a little pain though." The stallion was quickly growing bored of the current conversation and decided that a new one was in order. "Where do you come from? I've yet to see you around. Though that isn't much of a surprise." He sighed, having been stuck at the teepee for most of his time in the area. Wallace wished to protect it, but from what he didn't know.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:04 pm


Sighing soflty Isa let the conversation go; stepping a bit closer to him. With one final shiver her legs folded, body lowering to lay in the grass with the stallion. "Oh I'm not from here..as I said..I'm an adventurer of sorts..I enjoy travelling and, seeing the world. I come from a lovely little forest, it has lots of room to run. Do you not explore?" Head tilting curiously she had the slightest curious urge to see what the flowers within his hair smelled like. To see what his wing might feel like..they looked rather strong. Mind wandering along with her eyes she thought of asking Wallace to explore with her..just for a short time.
PostPosted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:20 pm


Wallace quickly shook his head at the question, laughing a little. "Explore? I'm afraid not. I haven't really wandered from the teepee since I got here." He had come to the lands to live with his sister, who didn't even know who he was. The stallion felt that if he left her now, their father would find her and cause some serious damage, and the hybrid couldn't stand the thought of it. Gromit snorted a little as the mare laid beside his friend, and began growling protectively. Wallace swatted at the fox with his spaded tail, and shot him a glare. "Gromit, if you're going to be rude, you can do so elsewhere."

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 1:21 pm


Laughing lightly Isa gave Gromit a little smile, head bowing gracefully. "I promise I will not harm him oh mighty little hunter. Sitting near him just feels much nicer than standing over him..and, it's much warmer." Head lifting back to it's origional position Isa let her eyes skate around the area from the new angle..such a calming peaceful place. "That's..rather sad..though I know some are more happy near 'home', still..do you not ever wonder what marvelous things might be out there? What amazing mares or stallions and humans you might meet.." Sighing wistfully she once more stared off into the distance, thinking of all she had seen so far..of those she had met. After moments spent in the comfortable silence she broached another curious subject. "Tell me..do you have family here..or many others within the teepee where you live?"
PostPosted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 1:30 pm


Gromit only rolled his eyes and wiggled his still dripping tails before laying his head back onto the ground. Wallace moved his wings in a shrugging manner. "I've already been around. Never really met anybody who'd even talk to me and the only two-legger I've met binds me to prevent me from hurting others in the teepee." He sighed a little bit at the thought of it. At the change of subject, he smiled a little. "I do. I have a half-sister, and her family. She's got children and grandchildren, and now, great grandchildren. And she's taken in many others. It's very much a full teepee." A small frown approached his face. "Though, the two-legger puts a contraption on my face that prevents me from talking. So they don't even know who I am."

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PostPosted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:32 pm


Smiling warmly Isa let her head droop a bit, hair falling to cover her face. "That must be nice..I know I hae a sister out here somewhere..I just need to hunt her down." The mention of the two legger and, the contraption her head shot back up, eyes both shocked as well as angry. How could a two legger do such a thing? Wallace did not seem dangerous..he could have harmed her by now if he so wished but, he hadn't. "What? How could someone do such a thing?! Could you not talk to them while it's off? Like right now? What kind of contraption is it? Maybe I can find a way to destroy it.." Frowning unhappily her brows knit with thought..what a cruel horrendous thing to do. "Does it hurt you?" Blue orbs flickering back to Wallace, concern softening her voice as she looekd him over more closely for injuries.
PostPosted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:37 pm


Wallace didn't expect the mare to be so interested in his muzzle. He wasn't really sure how to react to all of the questions. "Yes, but it's a trust thing. I'm slowly earning it. She now removes it to allow me to leave and hunt when needed. Before, I'd be chained to a tree and all of the others were forbidden to come near me when it was off. She'd feed me day-old rabbits and stale grass. It was much less pleasant than it is now." He tried his best to catch up to the questions. "When it's off, I'm not allowed to be near the teepee, and the others are not allowed to be near me. It's just a safety precaution, I guess. It's this thing made of studded leather that is placed over my nose and mouth and it has a strap that goes around my head to hold it on. If you destroyed it, I'm afraid she'd only make another, so it's no use." The stallion pretended not to hear the final question, and dipped his mouth lazily into the stream for a drink.

.Tortured. .Pumpkin.

Backwoods Garbage


.Tortured. .Pumpkin.

Backwoods Garbage

PostPosted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:46 pm


Little angry thoughts flew through Isa's mind, her heart hurting for him. Safety precautions were one thing but, to do that to someone..to do it to a stallion who seemed to not be evil at all irked her. "You did not answer my last question..please tell me..does it cause you pain? Do not justify such actions..it's cruel..to do such a thing to you." Shaking her head Isa leaned in a bit nearer to the stallion, eyes searching for something..anything..any tiny wound or raw spot of flesh that could come about from being..what woudl the proper word be? Muzzled..muted..cut off from the world. However her exploration had to stop when Poppin began stirring within her mane. "Poppin..are you rested now? Go hunt if you wish I want to sit a bit longer with Wallace..it's nice to have company." With a few tiny squeaks Poppin peered over at Gromit. "Do not worry I will not let him eat you..besides I believe he's too full to have a mouse."
PostPosted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:54 pm


Wallace looked away a little. "Well, it chafes... And I can't really breathe with it on. But it's fine. It's not like she knows. She's thinking about the protection of the rest of the herd. I'm supposed to be a heartless monster, ready to kill at any time for any reason. They don't need to know who I am, anyway. All they need to know is that I'm there. I'm all right with that." He nodded and watched Gromit after hearing the mouse. The fox stood up and shook himself out a little, staring in the general direction of the mouse. He grinned eerily, waiting in silence. "Gromit, play nice."

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PostPosted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:00 pm


Poppin made a few angry little sounds at the fox, before bravely or perhaps, stupidly darting off Isa's back. With a little dive he landed in the grass, moving as fast as he could towards some kind of hiding spot. Smiling at Poppin's antics she felt her heart sink..her smile faltering at what Wallace said. "'m sorry..I wish they could see that you aren't a monster..you are a lovely stallion truly. Maybe..I could tell them..if you like. I might be over stepping some boundaries but, I'd want my family to know me..to know that I'm not some heartless killer living among them..or a stranger but, family. May I..also..looks at you a bit closer? I just cannot stand the thought of you..in pain."
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