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 Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 4:01 pm
He was starting to get lost in memories, and thoughts of the past, how his life used to be just by looking at the various representations of the clans. The horseman's eyelids drooped slightly as he got so engrossed in his mind, that he almost, just almost, didn't notice that sensation his wings could feel near them.
They twitched on their own accord, feeling the light flicks of air that came from Mmur's attempts to reach them, Quidel reacting in a rather delayed fashion to their warning. Slowly, he turned his head to give a rather composed, if not blank stare to the strained stallion that seemed dead set on touching his wings. He stood there, eyes lifting their veil of melancholy to a more curious sort of expression.
Not only that... but his wing ever so gently flexed to meet the reaching hand, and lightly press into the palm, as was so desired.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 8:22 am
Delighted by its response, Mmur grinned widely at the wing, running his fingers over a single feather's length before sliding back across the table and into his seat. He stifled another yawn before glancing up, freezing in place when he saw Quidel looking at him.
Right. The wing had been attached to someone.
"Sorry," Mmur said, the word stretching out a bit as he smiled again. "But you must agree that your plumage is quite lovely." He made a little clicking sound with his tongue before continuing. "Embarrassing... Hm. How are you enjoying the celebration? Besides people touching you for no reason?" He said it like he hadn't been the guilty party, crossing his arms and shaking his head slightly in mock scorn.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 3:17 pm
He watched the other stallion's clear enjoyment with great curiosity. Were wings something he wasn't accustomed to? or perhaps he just had a fond respect for the extra appendages... either way, Quidel could appreciate the fascination that was etched on the other's face, the corner of his own lips just faintly lifting in the most minute of grins.
The wing retracted and idly fluffed itself before folding neatly and tightly against his body again once his fellow horseman was finished with the inspection and petting. Giving a look along the booth that the other manned, at this time, Quidel let his gaze fix onto the stranger once more to show his thanks for the compliment, giving a nod in agreement. It didn't seem that Quidel minded the attention to his feathers.
With the subject venturing on to the festivities that were around them, his gaze trailed once more to take in the sights... and to try and find the right answer to respond with, "It looks nice." was the best he could manage what with not having done anything really involving with the whole set up here. Back to Mmur, he hesitated slightly. Socializing... he hadn't done this in awhile. Ok...
It took another moment, but he seemed to figure out what to say, or at least how to keep the ball rolling, "are you.. enjoying it?"
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emgeal2 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
88
Total: 88 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 9:57 am
Chumani's ProfileChumani flounced down the hall, her hooves clacking against the floor. This was it. No more hiding in her room and sitting at the back of classes. She was taking the plunge, getting involved, meeting people. Could there possibly be a better time to do it? Though she was not a horse she was fairly sure that they would let her play the games. She was a hooved mammal of approximately the right height. If not there were games for other students. The flyers had said so. There was so much to do she could hardly chose, but noticing there was no line at one of the booths she trotted over. A sign above the shop said "Pin the Tail on the Pony" . After getting the instructions she stood awkwardly for a moment looking at the blindfold. After an pause the horseman said gruffly "Lean over and I'll tie it on." She did so and then pulled her lips back and took the offered pin gently between them. She shoved the pin in where she thought the horses caboose was and shook the blindfold off to see how she did. Seeing the pin stuck in the side of the booth she tilted her head slightly and backed of. If she had been human she would have smiled sheepishly. Being a reindeer made smiling look a bit on the menacing side.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:14 am
Being a rather plain horseman, at least as far as appendages were concerned, Mmur was always interested in the feathery, pointy bits of other creatures. He watched Quidel's wing retreat behind his back, then looked up at the War clansman's face again, answering his small smile with a grin of his own.
"Hm. Yes. It does!" Still, when compared to a celebration like Amityville's prom, their festival seemed almost sedate. For all of the bloodlust that their kind felt and exuded on a daily basis, he would have expected more fighting. "And, yes. I am. It's a strange day to have a new year, but I can feel this one is going to be... different."
He didn't bother asking the other horseman where he had been since their home had been destroyed. The responses he usually got were on assignment or I've been here the whole time and both usually came paired with an exasperated or confused look he had come to dislike. As if remembering everyone's face was a requirement for a soldier. Instead, he loosened his arms and said, "I'm Mmur. What do they call you? Has anyone given you any specific assignments?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 11:12 am
The air was penetrating her nonexistent lounges like a needle. Or was a syringe injecting air into her nostrils, which on the contrary did exist?
Eisheth Zenunim was feeling like she spent the last few centuries in a chute. Frankly, it's been ages since she saw any of the other creatures, apart from her usual insect swarm.
Eisheth noticed a few horsemen; she thought, she can still remember their silhouettes, although she almost forgot the meaning of the company, the easy facts of the reality: others have their own look, and smell, and you can't control their actions.. unfortunately. In her seclusion, she willingly chose to give up all these annoying, yet natural sensations.
..what she was doing here, in the first place?
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