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 Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 5:45 am
"Perfect," she purred, her tails twitching in excitement. Of course, unknown to Gaston, Kumiho's anticipation didn't come from exploring with her new beau, but instead the prospect of making Gaston a new 'project' of hers. This stupid stallion was falling for her ploy hook, line, and sinker and she had every intention to revel in it.
But how, exactly? She would need to pick his brain a bit to find exactly the best way to torture him.
"Shall we get started?" she suggested, hopping to her feet and throwing him a toothy grin.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 5:21 pm
Gaston watched Kumiho rise to her feet. She was smaller in stature than he had expected. Mentally that didn't highlight any concern to him. His gaze kept flicking to the silver pelt that lay across her back. It was strange. The day was going to be warm and Gaston couldn't imagine a creature being comfortable underneath the bulky weight of fur. Should he offer to carry it for her?
Gaston shook out his mane before giving himself a quick glance over. Was he lucky or what? How was it that he'd managed to come across so lovely a creature? There was something surreal in this scenario.
Gaston's hooded gaze traversed over Kumiho's form again before he gaze a drawled out acquiescence to Kumiho. "Let us proceed."
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 5:34 am
Kumiho caught his lingering gaze over her form and didn't make any move to stop him. She surveyed the surround areas and tried to decide where to take him next. Avoiding places where other Soquili would linger would be ideal; wouldn't want some quivering foal or screaming, frightened mare to blow her cover, so to speak. "There's a rocky quarry near here, I think," she said, looking off to the west. "Sometimes you can find pretty stones or crystals, so I've heard them say."
She watched him carefully, her mind still planning.. reading him.. cooking up the perfect plan.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:39 am
Gaston listened to Kumiho's words with full attention. Coming from where he did one only saw crystals after they had been worked into jewelry. Never had he lain his gaze on stones in there natural state. He mulled over the suggestion. Was it possible that he could find a token and present the mare? Would she accept it? So far she seemed receptive to his attention. It gave Gaston hoped that maybe his luck was changing. Skepticism over the last thought had Gaston scowling just a little bit.
Why did Kumiho not seem adverse to his attention? His silence began to bother him and Gaston sighed before grinning.
"This rock quarry sounds interesting. I would like to see it."
Gaston didn't say his other thought right now, the one that went along the lines of a stone or crystal's beauty had nothing on the warm-blooded beauty before him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:46 am
Kumiho have a nod and led the way, using her keen sense of smell to remember exactly where she was going. It would be a good few hours walk, and Kumiho found herself hoping she could tolerate this stallions company for that long.
Maybe I could lead him up onto a 'romantic' cliff to watch the sunset, and then throw him off? she thought to herself, a devious smile coming over his face as she imagined it in her head.
"So, Gaston..." Maybe learning more about him would help her develop something more personal. "Tell me about yourself."
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 6:27 pm
Gaston was still wondering about the strange layer of fur that Kumiho seemed to wear. It didn't seem like she was bothered by it. He tried to wrap his mind around something that explained his curiosity but nothing came to mind. Since he was silently musing about things he didn't catch at first what Kumiho had asked of him. He brought his focus back to the here and now and realized that the mare was waiting for an answer. He ran through what he might have missed before grinning. He knew what was asked.
"I believe that my life pales in comparison to yours Kumiho, but I will comply. I left the lands that I called home because I felt I needed a change in my life. Since coming here though I haven't found what I'm looking for though. Maybe I will someday soon, but I have begun to lose hope."
Gaston sighed dramatically before turning his head to take in the scenery around himself and Kumiho. It seemed like it was just the two of them out this early in the day.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 1:52 pm
"And, what is it you're looking for?" she asked coyly. Her fur seemed more alive than a dead pelt should be - shiny, full, moving in perfect sync with her body. She desperately wanted to get inside his head - to tease him with prospect of getting exactly what he wanted, but then rip it away.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 5:54 pm
Gaston's ears pricked forward a little at Kumiho's question. What exactly did he want? The list was unfortunately a long one it seemed. The stallion paused in his stride as he gave thought to the matter. Realizing that he was being left behind spurred him to think and walk at the same time. He caught up to Kumiho and glanced sidelong at her as he debilitated his answer. "I think that I would like to find just that special someone that would find me as fascinating as I would them. This individual would not hesitate to remain at my side indefinitely. She would be kind and as lovely to look at as I would be to her."
Thinking about this Gaston was remembering the mares back home. Something had been missing from the looks that they would give him when they were with him before they would transform into vicious vipers once he was out of earshot. There had been one mare that had always run from him and that had at the time piqued his curiosity. He wondered briefly what had become of her before his attention went back to Kumiho. He couldn't take not asking his question of her.
"Are you not hot underneath that pelt you wear?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:54 pm
Kumiho's imagination was dancing inside hr head. He was giving her such wonderful ideas. This little lovelorn stallion who thought he was quite the catch. She got the impression he was trying to be 'deeper' than he really was. Maybe this was coming together just right...
"Seems like a tall order," she admitted, an enigmatic smile playing across her face. "Found anyone that fits the bill yet?"
When he asked about her pelt, she licked her lips in concentration and wondered exactly what lie to tell. She decided to test a theory... would he still tolerate her company?
"Oh, no I'm fine," he said, faking a nervous smile and adverting her eyes. "I'm...I'm afraid I have a horrible condition... I use this pelt to cover it up so no one would have to be subject to it. Its not very sightly, you see."
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:17 pm
Gaston was intrigued that Kumiho was actually asking if he had found anyone that fit what he was looking for. Unsure of how to voice what he thought was a good idea the stallion let the silence speak for him. It was seeming more and more that the mare beside him could have been a candidate just for her continued interest in his life. Had he known her true intentions by asking about him he might have wheeled around and run off in the best direction possible.
When Kumiho answered his question about the pelt there was a brief moment of horrified silence from Gaston. To his credit it was the only outward sign of displeasure he gave. To imagine himself afflicted by something so terrible to mar his looks ... it was painful to think about. Instead of remaining silent Gaston sighed before voicing his thoughts. "It must be terrible for you. I will admit though that you've found something just as lovely to make up for any unsightly blemishes you might have."
He kept the other portion of his thoughts muted for now. To think of being afflicted and hiding had Gaston inwardly cringing. He was already marred enough in his own eyes. He really wanted to know if Kumiho's condition was contagious. But how could he ask that and offend the mare that was kind enough to show him around.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:25 pm
Kumiho's looked around, smiling when she realized they were very alone. The quarry was close, and most Soquili avoided it as very little grew there to eat, and it was easy to slide on the steep slopes and fall to an untimely death. Indeed, buzzards seems to be the most likely patrons of the area.
She stopped when Gaston spoke to her, doing her best to look forlorn while her heart quivered with excitement in her chest. "It is ... horrible," she said, stopping and looking away from Gaston. "My pelt is beautiful, but I'm so afraid that one day someone will fall in love with me, but when they see the real me they will be disgusted and run away. It is, after all, horrifically disgusted," she said, putting a paw over her face in shame.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:38 pm
Gaston had noted that they had almost reached their destination. He spotted flashes of sunlight reflecting off of what could have been any manner of gemstones. His smile at the sight was that of hungry interest to explore to see what he could find. However at Kumiho's words he paused in mid-stride before placing his hoof firmly on the ground. He took in the mare's posture before shaking his head softly. He almost went to nuzzle Kumiho's side before realizing that his action might not be wanted. Instead he moved around to face her dead on.
"Any stallion who would be foolish enough to turn and run away after seeing the real you would be losing out. Although you seem a little rough around the edges I believe you have a good heart. Your pelt might cover something horrible on the outside but it cannot change who you are inside ... not if you don't allow it to. I think you are beautiful."
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:54 pm
This was so delightful Kumiho could barely stand it. A part of her wanted to give up the goose right there and now... take out his jugular as punishment for being so stupid and foolish. But no.. no, if Kumiho could restrain herself just a little while longer, there would be an even greater fate in store...
"You're so sweet to say that," she said, still hiding her face in her paw, though partially to mask the lack of true sadness. "Do....do you want to see?" she asked shly, finally dropped her paw to look at him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:03 pm
Did he want to see? Gaston's gaze flicked away from Kumiho briefly as he considered her question. There was still a small part inside warning him not to risk catching this disease if it were contagious but perhaps if he saw what it was that afflicted Kumiho ... he'd be able to give proof to the words he had spoken to her just moments ago.
As Kumiho dropped her paw away from her face to gaze at him he threw caution to the wind. If looking at something hideous gave a morale boost to the mare, he'd take it in stride. Standing a little straighter Gaston inhaled deeply, steeling himself for whatever it was that was hidden under Kumiho's pelt. "Show me,"
The words came out like a command. Gaston winced before remembering what he had told Kumiho and he kept his gaze focused on her ... waiting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:12 pm
Kumiho had to stop herself from chuckling. "Close your eyes," she said softly, desperately. "Just for a moment, I'm scared..."
She blinked at him in earnest, begging him with her expression, looking deep into his gaze, a significant view for both of them... for Gaston especially, for it would be the last thing he ever saw.
Of course, he didn't know that yet.
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