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 Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 9:54 am
She listened letting her tail sway back and forth catching the glimmering rays of sunlight as they danced upon the silken sheen. There was something allurting about him, yet her own conscience was nipping at her fetlocks like an annoying blackfly.
"From the wind? That sounds a lot like my father whom is living in the skies right now. My mother left not too long ago to go looking for him and my brother" she frowned looking toward the ground. A moment of sincerity had overcome the bright cheerful little blue mare. Her eyes held a slight moment of sadness in those amethyst orbs pooled upon her pretty features.
She watched him standing there feeling ashamed in her adult stage that a thing such as seperation would bother one so full of hopes and dreams. Now he'd see her as weak with heavy emotions showing through. Only a lock of hair and a distrught little raccon familiar was all that remained in her family. Tansy had vanished and of course Che had went with her father. Still she felt saddened wondering where they had gone along with her mother.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:47 am
Such a sadness he saw in her eyes, such a clear picture of sorrow that even Guilian could not help but be touched. It wasn't like he was a total cad, after all, merely most of one.
Moving to stand right next to her, Guilian wrapped a wing over her body, holding her close against his side and nuzzling her gently. "There there, Chica; I can understand that being without family, even temporarily, is a difficult thing to adapt to. From the sound of it, you and your mother are very close...which should remind you that she will be coming back, yes?"
Sincerity and ulterior motives could sometimes mingle, and that was truly the case now for Guilian. Much as he wanted to get to know Nitika better...much better...right now he simply wanted her to cheer up. He was aware that there were stallions who liked to target sad mares in the hope that their emotional lows would make them easy prey, but for Guilian there was more to mating than simple personal pleasure; indeed, he cared about the mares he was with, regardless of how little time he wound up spending with them. And right now, Nitika needed some cheering up.
Though that wasn't to say that he wasn't very much liking having her right there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:35 pm
Her breath held heavy as she stood there thinking on her mother's return. His consolence was indeed warm and helpful yet his forewardness ran chills up and down her spine. In her mind what stood beside her was a polished oceanic rock formed and molded with time and escence. While in the shadow of that gemstone stood a lone pebble small and frail balancing itself in the world around it so vast and spread out.
"She will come back but I miss her her dearly. Istas chatters more like a mother hen for a young foal. I'm more than a young foal yet she doesn't see that."
Looking up at him she pawed the ground. "I think its time I get my mind off of this. any ideas on something with a little less thought yet invigiurating to the mind?" she beamed swishing her long silken strands in her tail.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:52 pm
Istas. Had she mentioned Istas earlier in their conversation and he'd forgotten it already? The cardinal frowned as he went over the content of their prior conversation, only to come to the conclusion that this name was new. So it was with a somewhat sheepish smile that he raised a wing in a patent gesture of interruption. "Pardon me, Chica, but who is this Istas? Your guardian?" That seemed a safe bet given the current trend in conversation, but it was never a positive to make assumptions. Especially not now.
However, he had to focus on just those assumptions at her last innocent statement. Given his own nature, there was one thing that immeadiately sprang to mind upon her question, yet he did NOT feel like broaching that subject with Nitika, not yet. In spite of his attraction, he still felt warded off by her aura of innocence, or rather his own perspection of that innocence. But damn, that was a loaded question!
So he was quick to explore alternatives. "I'm sorry if our conversation has bothered you, Chica, it was not my intention to discuss things that would make you sad. Would you care to discuss something else instead, or perhaps take a walk?" Nice and safe, yet not as distancing as flight would be. "Or better yet, discuss something else and walk?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 4:16 pm
"Yes... walking would do you both some good." chattered a voice sitting within a tree crossing her arms. "Oh by all means ignore me but Nitika what would your mother say?"
Nitika flexed her ears swiveling them forawrd her cheeks nearly brushed with crimson as scarlet as Guilian. "Istas. How long have you been in that tree? she nickered feeling very much like a parent was watching over her.
Chattering she hoisted herself out of the tree and scurried over toward the flirtatious wonder as she considered him. "Hiyas.. I'm Istas. You must be Guilian." she extended a paw and seated herself wrapping the bushy mass of a tail around her.
Nitika frowned looking akward at Guilian. All of a sudden with miss motherly instict he seemed like one of those predators foals are warned about. But wait this was complete insanity thinking she was even remotely as young as the raccoon.
"A walk would be perfectly fine Guilian. Might clear the air around here".
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 2:46 pm
((Heh. Bolded for emphasis? XD))
Almost in sync with Nitika, Guilian's ears had twitched at the sound of the rather unexpected and hi-pitched voice that seemed to have come out of nowhere. That said, it wasn't hard to track down the offending speaker...and when he did, he laughed. "Ah, so YOU are the mysterious Istas. Forgive me if I'm staring, but I was expecting Nitika's guardian to be more..." Pausing to think, he eyed the raccoon for a long moment before finally settling on the correct word. "Sizable. It isn't my intention to belittle your abilities, but what exactly can you do if some scoundrel tried to accost her in any way?"
Oddly enough, he was totally serious; after all, he'd never dream to classify himself as either a scoundrel or an accoster, and the mere idea that the safety of this exquiste specimen of female innocence had been left to the protective guidance of a small raccoon...well, it wasn't very satisfactory. In the slightest.
But he reached out and touched the pro-offered paw with a wingtip regardless, giving her a smile. "That said, I am indeed Guilian, and it's a pleasure. And, moving on...shall we, Chica?" With a smile back at the mare, Guilian gracefully extended a wing towards her and nodded ahead of them. "I don't doubt this shall be an exquisite meander; lovely weather, lovely scenery, and lovely company."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 5:01 am
(( whee Istas is a little mother when she wants to be... ))
Istas shook her head and sighed thinking of the missing mare in search of her mate. She eyed him and Nitika warily slowly following them as she leapt from tree to tree. Tied to her dreamcatcher was Saissis' lock of hair she'd torn free. It was an oath she'd return to her family and Saissis never betrayed her words be lifethreatening. So was her own perilous flight seeking the one thing that made her whole.
Nitika felt a bit rude toward Istas, she knew it was only her mother's words that clung upon that willful little ball of fuzz that had known Saissis from foalhood.
"Yes of course lovely day" she nodded with a smile walking away with her escourt so crimson the sun sunned upon his back like radiating fire. Her ow n eyes glistened watching him for he was poetry in motion and words letting one flow after another. She knew Istas thoughts and held her own. Why would she attempt something stupid and risk her own innocence. A looker yes but anything more was pushing it.
"She means well..." the little blue mare stated stopping to look at Guilian. Her eyes held sincerity and truth with her words. Pausing she caught a glimpse of Istas whom indeed was following them within the trees.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 8:29 am
((Well, at least she's responsible!))
As the two started off, Guilian at first said nothing; his companion seemed to have something on her mind, for she at first didn't say anything either, and he didn't want to be the first to break the rather comfortable silence. Much as he adored talking, learning about each new mare and what sort of things she felt were important, there was also much to be said about simple silence.
However, once Nitika began to speak than he as well shrugged off the enshrouding silence, turning to give the mare a warm smile as he replied. "There is no need to apologize on behalf of your little friend, Chica; she is only doing what she feels to be right, and what nobler calling is there than the protection of what you hold dear? One only has to watch her to realize that she considers you dear, and I respect that. That said..."
Here his expression changed slightly, his black eyes taking on a mischievious twinkle and his smile a slightly devilish glint. "We can always pretend that she doesn't exist, for the time being, woulnd't you say?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 10:41 am
Istas practuically bugged her beady little eyes outward thearing such a comment such as being ignored. She shook her furry little ruff of a head and continued to follow along quietly. He seemed full of modest but yet he also kept her secrurity on edge.
"Just what is he up to I wonder.." she pondered keeping watch over the two though trying to keep her distance and seem "not so obvious".
Nitika still carried a moment of regret for being an uppity teenager around her mother's companion. Saissis had indeed left her to watch over one of her cherished beloveds born of blood and flesh. But yet she wanted and craved independence even just to express her views and thoughts openly.
"Yes I know she's quite dedicated. I think the fact that mother just up and took off has me offbalanced lately. Snows have come and gone and yet she's not sent any word of her search."
The mare looked deeply at him with concern but smiled trying not to convey she was basically miserable waiting.
"Istas is hard to ignore... right Istas?" she giggled turning to look at the furry mass concealed in the tree exposing only a busy ringed purple and cyan tail to the outside.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:02 pm
((I am so sorry! I thought it was still your post >>))
It was touching, to see such filial devotion; one only had to look at Nitika to know how concerned she was about her mother, and how close the two therefore had to be. Consequently, he couldn't help but react to that a bit, leaning over and giving her a nuzzle. "You are a sweet and dutiful daughter, Nitika-Chica. If your mother has yet to send word, I'm sure she has reason. Perhaps she has merely had difficulties finding a messanger?"
That seemed logical. If she was some distance away and had left her familiar at home, then she'd need to find a substitute, yes?
However, he was more than willing to change the subject as Nitika was, looking back at Istas with amusement. "You know, the little mother makes me think I am not trusted; a most hurtful state of affairs!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 12:22 pm
((No worries love. I've been god awful busy this week. I'm rotating replies so I don't get overwhelmed))
Nitika blinked looking at Guilian then to Istas who tried concealing herself to no avail. "Istas. For all that is holy we know you're there silly." she mused flicking her long tail back and forth.
Smiling back at Guilian she spoke with a muse and mirth about herself in a teasing yet playful way, "Aww Istas how can such a handsome, poetic stallion, speaking in such an elloquent manner be untrustful? Don't you think that's being a bit unfair to someone that regards you so highly?"
She knew Istas worry which she heeded well, but for now being playful was just the perfect medicine for releiving her thoughts of her mother.
Istas throwing her paws in the air shook her head peeking herself around the corner. "Nitika. You know what I was told" she muttered swishing that puff of purple and cyan back and forth, "Alright I'm sorry. But I will say its of my own accord when I don't like something". She stood eying the crimson colored stallion almost a tad intimidating toward him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 1:31 pm
At Nitika's own willingness to enter into the silliness of the situation, Guilian's own grin widened and he gave the mare an amused look before turning back and winking at the fox. "Now now, little mother, you are giving yourself awaywith every word that you speak. Do you treat ALL others who deign to talk to your little Nitika with such scorn, or am I just lucky?"
The look on his face was that of one attempting to be serious but failing miserably; granted, he wasn't tyring very hard, but even so it was a botched attempt.
Turning back to Nitika, he gave her a long suffering look. "It's tragic, having to deal with such mistrust. What does she expect me to do, whisk you away to a secluded place and romance the living daylights out of you?"
Now, that was an idea that had merit...in the right circumstances, of course!
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 6:03 am
Placing her paws on her hips the little raccoon marched out with a scowl on her face. Now they were spiting her with silliness. Well she'd soon as not tolerate it one bit, no way. Waggling her little finger upon her pawish type hand she marched up toward the both of them stamping her foot as the dream catcher swayed back and forth. The little familiar's chest puffed up so much she looked like Shaylee.
"Alright now you two. I know you're making fun of me and its not nice I'll say. I'm only here because your mother asked me too Nitika. And you...." she craned her neck up toward the giant red stallion, "Wooing Nitika is out of the question, you hear me?" she scolded feeling the ruff on her neck fluff even more. "Ive had enough of this. Kids I swear they are worse when they become adults" she chittered with a "click" in her speech.
Nitika couldn't help but go three no make that four shades of raspberry at Ista's little lecture. Her eyes averted from first Istas then to Guilian not knowing how to respond at the moment. At first she wanted to stamp her own hooves as she did as a filly and simply chew out the little nursemaid. But on the otherhand the blue winged nearly was rolling at seeing this little raccon scold such a handsome, giant compared to herself. The waggling finger, chattering voice, and puffed up chest was enough to send anyone into hysterical laughter.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 3:02 pm
It was certainly novel, this whole situation; Guilian had been on the receiving end of the wrath and annoyance of fathers before, of brothers, of uncles, of male friends...but to be warned off by a small, rather unassuming-looking little raccoon that he could likely squish with one hoof? This was a bit different.
However, he couldn't resist playing with her a bit. Her devotion was noble, but seriously! This was Guilian she was talking to, not some wet-behind the ears colt!
Giving Nitika a bare wink so she hopefully wouldn't take him seriously, Guilian gave Istas a solemn look. "Alright, there won't be any wooing. We'll skip the wooing and go straight to ravishing, which actually sounds better to me anyway. Just remember, your idea!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 7:09 am
Nitika was nearly in tears knowing how spiteful one backcountry raccoon could get if infuriated past her limit. Pretty soon the chittering would become nails on a chalkboard which was making Istas coat puff up so big now she could barely walk straight with how fluffy she'd become. If the natives seen her they would of been certain stuffing filled behind that pelt for nothing alive could look that furious yet cuddly cute.
Istas growled slapping her tail so hard on the ground it actually thudded with a "thwap". Her hair was so wirery she appeared to have been stuck out in a lightning storm as it prickled and swayed when the wind lightly blew over it. (she in our own minds would resemble a moogle).
Her eyes may of been beady but every inch of life pulsated in them as they gleamed at him. "Wha.. Wha... Wha? You didn't just say that... " she growled slamming her foot down with her paws on her hips. Now this was getting infuriating that he'd even remotely even try to harm or better yet molest Saissis youngest child. Oh no way in hell was he even going to muster and attempt. "Now you gone and done it. You've made my fur puff out and I look like an oversized bush. Are you happy you you..." she snorted stamping her foot again.
Nitika couldn't help herself in which a squeak escaped her mouth as the tears flowed. Never in her entire life had she seen Istas puff up so much she actually admitted that it had happened. Wings twitching off and on her tail flicked ridgidly brushing Guilian's side.
"Now Now Istas..." she murmered trying to hold back how funny this scene was playing out but every attempt she tried the laughter evolved even more..
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