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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:40 pm
It was true, neither one of them knew what the other was thinking. For all she knew, he was thinking of ways to disrupt the silent game without actually disrupting the silent game. For all he knew, she was thinking of ways to kill him without actually killing him.
Perhaps it was good neither one of them could read minds.
In all honesty, this little game they played had begun to bore her. The mare did like the idea of them not talking, but it gave her the chance to think, and she hated what she was currently thinking. A little distraction would do her good.
Giorgia's master plan was to find a way to end the life of her 'father'; whichever way she was going to do that was still unknown to her, but it was her goal. She had realized that as soon as she witnessed her first murder. Umo would pay for what he did to her & Blessita...and it would be her doing. So while the two of them played the silent game, her mind was racing with ideas on how to follow through with that plan. And although it excited her to sort it all out, it saddened her knowing what she was going to end up doing to her mother.
So a little distraction would indeed do her good.
As Bly nudged her, Giorgia quickly grinned. Aha! So he was looking for ways to disrupt their little game. Well...he won! "Don't do that, do you want me to come back there and pummel you into the ground?" The mare growled, without looking behind her. "Opps! Did I just lose the game? Well...I guess that means you won! Congrats, Bly! Now you don't have a reason to talk to me, do you?"
It was more of a desperate plea than a question, but she couldn't help but hope he'd still follow her. Aye, yes...he was annoying...very much so, but he was distracting her from thinking about her mother. And that was a good enough reason to keep him around.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 4:56 pm
"What do you mean? Now I have more reason to talk to you, silly," he chuckled. Before, they had been playing the silent game. There had been no reason to talk to her because then he would have lost. But now there was more reason to talk. Boy, this mare was a dork.
"What's your favorite color?" he asked. He wanted to know all about her. Color was a good place to start with all the questions he had to ask. It was also a harmless question. How could she possibly yell at him for this one? Maybe she just liked to yell. Like Copper. He frowned at that thought. There had been a time when Copper hadn't yelled at him for acting like a child. But that was when Bly was a foal. Didn't parents want their children to stay young. Because if their kids were old, then they were twice as old. Right?
"Giorgia, do your parents ever try to tell you what to do?" he asked, forgetting about his last question and forgetting about not getting yelled at. Maybe she could help tell dad that he wasn't a foal anymore and that he was a grown up.
(Sorry for the short response. X.x)
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 7:50 pm
Surprisingly, if she had to guess his reaction, she would have guessed wrong. She had all but begged him to leave her on multiple occasions, and yet here he still remained. This stallion probably the most persistent little bugger she ever had the displeasure to come across. Did he not get a hint when it was shoved in his face?
He sure was the most ignorant, blood-boiling stallion out there. But still true to her twisted nature, it amused her.
Color. Bly went to color. What were they, foals? Again with the stupid topics and the pointless chatter. Why couldn't this guy at least talk about something with substance? If he had something interesting and important to say to her, this travel would be a lot easier to bare. Giorgia wouldn't have to fake her interest as much as she was this second. But the thought of his untimely death at the end of all this was still very much a pleasing thought; it had been enough to get this started, and it was still enough to keep this going. All she had to do was continue to pretend.
And Giorgia enjoyed yelling. Bly was teeing up every sentence he spoke for her to swing at. It was very easy.
"Brown," she humored him, giving no more fuel to the topic.
Giorgia half expected there to be another pointless question next, but again, she was very much wrong. She figured she must have been off her game a bit for a second or two, because Bly was beginning to surprise her. And that; that was no good. Never let your opponent get the better of you. But Bly's next question intrigued her to her very core; her parents. Oh boy, oh boy...her parents. What was there to say about them? Should she tell him evil tales of her father; lies to make him hate a stallion he never met? Should she kill them in her tales? There were so many options; so many things she could say to keep Bly on his hooves. And each of them would spark a random reaction, she was sure.
"My parents are evil, blood-thirsty killers. We don't talk," she deadpanned, grinning like a vicious little devil. "I haven't seen them in a very long time." That part was indeed very true; and she knew from what her mother told her, that her father had killed in the past. But Blessita swore that Umo was changing, he really was. She would cry at night, praying to the heavens to bring her beloved, truly changed mate back home. But Giorgia always knew he could never change - why leave your mate if you're a 'good-hearted' stallion?
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:35 am
A mix of emotion was whirling around in his mind at the moment. On one hand, her favorite color was brown, and he was brown! Maybe that was her way of saying that she liked him! His big heart fluttered at the idea and he grinned at her, his ears perked and his tail wagging awkwardly. She certainly was the most interesting mare he had ever met. Brown was a funny favorite color, but he was sure it wasn't actually her favorite color and that she was just hinting towards her feelings. Mares did that. They were never outright with their feelings, he knew that for sure.
He opened his mouth to tell her it was ok to admit that she liked him, but at the mention of her parents, his mouth shut, his ears bent backwards and his eyes widened. He had not been expecting that at all. "Well...at least you turned out alright," he said, letting out a breath. What was he supposed to say to something like that? And he had been ungrateful for his parents. He felt extremely guilty now, and he half wished he hadn't asked. "I'm sorry you don't get along," he mumbled apologetically, thinking he had hurt her feelings.
Maybe he should stay away from this mare. Mares like it when you meet their parents. Her parents would surely rip him to shreds. But she was so strange, perhaps he wouldn't have to endure any family meetings.
"Well...my favorite color is orange," he coughed, changing the subject.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:00 pm
"Yes, there's that." She huffed, trying but failing to hide a smile. Could he really, honestly not see how much she disliked him, and how much she was playing him? Of course he couldn't, otherwise he wouldn't still be following her, but it still left her baffled. In her family, she was not the one to 'turn out okay', in fact, she had turned out quite the opposite. Her mother had once told her about her cousins and her aunts and uncles, and it seemed, she had been the only one to turn out wrong. Giorgia didn't mind, but for her mother's sake, she blamed it all on her father. If that stupid, foolish, selfish b*****d hadn't been himself for one day...perhaps this would be a different story. A different life.
Her mother never would have made the wish on the wishing tree. Giorgia never would have come. She wouldn't exist. Chances are, if that hadn't happened, her parents would have a happy little family by now, safe and away from any incoming danger. They had no idea what she was plotting, nor did Bly. And he thought she was the innocent one.
Did she have to plaster it onto her forehead for him to see? It amused her how blindly the foolish ones walked into their deaths, and she only wished to see it happen more often. The foolish ones were the easiest targets, and the most fun to play with...yet they were the most irritating. Giorgia did not think keeping this up would be this much work.
Although, she figured, this may be how skinwalkers do it. They may stalk their prey for a long while before deciding a perfect attack.
"It's quite alright, I dislike my father," she admitted truthfully, choosing the word 'dislike' carefully. Hatred, disgust and murder were topics for another day. "he's the really evil one. Kicked me out of the family when I was just a little filly. I had no where to go." Her face was sad, a fake frown plastered all over it, and her best attempt at sad eyes along with it. This was fun, to say the least.
"You're brown. You should like brown the best." Giorgia then stated, her face switching from sad to the monotone, dead-stare she always wore. "Orange is such an ugly and gross color. That's stupid."
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 11:31 am
His frown deepened as he absorbed her story. What kind of monster would leave a little filly all alone in the world? Anger boiled inside him as he thought about it. But then something else sprung up inside him. What had she done to get kicked out? He felt a flicker of suspicion towards her. But the moment was fleeting. No, her father is evil, he didn't need a reason to kick her out. How could he think it was her fault? But then his own father had always had reasons to kick him out of the family. His own father had always made it obvious that Bly was special or slow. Perhaps Copper was evil as well...but he had never made Bly leave.
He shook his head, catching the last of what she was saying about colors. You're brown...So she did like him! He shook the other thoughts out of his head and grinned at her. "Giorgia, I like you too," he nodded as if it was matter-of-fact that she liked him. Now that that was established he felt so much better. Oh how he wished his father would walk through the trees to find his son with this beautiful mare, both confessing their feelings for each other. Ha! This was definitely something a grown up would do.
He looked at Giorgia eagerly. "You're right, orange is a stupid color," he nodded and wrinkled his nose, casting away his favorite color as if it were something nasty. If she didn't approve, he didn't like it. End of story. He stopped to admire her beautiful face, and knew that she had ensnared his heart already. Yes, he would do anything she wanted. Well, almost anything...
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