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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:01 pm
How horrific.
Daray stood, stunned, mouth gaped open. The horse's leg... it just... fell off? How was that possible? And how was it that this horse wasn't screaming in pain?
He moved around to study the open "wound", and noticed it was neither hollow nor did it have any blood coming from it. Instead, it was solid cookie, just like the rest of Gingey's body.
It took him quite a few minutes to pull himself together (unlike his new companion, who was busy falling to pieces... literally), then stammered, "How is it again that you're alive again, if you're a cookie?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:10 pm
Grinning now, Gingey hopped around and carefully bent down, picking his stiff leg up with his mouth. Hopping once more, he went and sat it down on a large rock that was spread out across the landscape, sitting down next to it.
"It's called magic. Most Soquili don't posess it, but I do. Otherwise, I'd be a cookie that you can just eat. However, in my case, my creator made me in his own, special way, making me live and breathe, just like you and all other Soquili. Unfortunately, my creator was killed... And now I travel alone, wandering the lands aimlessly."
He didn't like to admit it, but he was a lonely stallion. He never really had any friends, and most thought he was just weird, due to his odd nature. Sure, he smelled great, but his body was just too crazy for others to deal with.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:26 pm
Daray plopped down on the ground next to Gingey's rock and listened attentively to his story.
"I know a little about magic, but most of my knowledge is of the Spirits of this world." He confessed, watching Gingey and his leg as he spoke. "Where I come from, Soquilis look... well... normal, compared to you and I. Plain horses...nothing special. I was, unluckily enough for me, born on a night when the darkness eclipsed the moon. The Dark Spirits were out celebrating that night, my mother always told me... and that's how I got my markings. A sign from the Dark Spirits themselves.
He sighed, and then flopped down on the cold, soggy grass and rolled around, taking care of a nuisance of an itch that was beginning to form.
"But normal Soquilis are boring. I like being different, though it can be a bit of a bother sometimes. I'm sure you know alot more about that than me, dontcha, Ging?"
He rolled back on his stomach and flipped his mane to one side. "Now... we can continue this discussion here, but I admit I'm growing hungrier and hungrier by the minute, and I'm not sure how much longer you'll be safe around me," he laughed, his orange eyes gleaming, "Or else we can continue our discussion while on route for dinner. What do gingerbread horses eat, anyways?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:52 am
"Gingerbread horses eat exactly what all other regular horses eat, even gingerbread itself. As long as the cookie isn't alive and talking to me, I'm fine with it. After all, they take pretty nummy, don't you think?"
Smiling and hopping back up, Gingey turned around and picked his back leg up, holding it upright. As he hopped some more, he placed his body body above the leg, right where it was supposed to go. After he had done that, he carefully licked the 'wound', a white and translucent fluid forming around it.
"There.. That'll hold until I can at least do it properly. Now, shall we be one our way, oh weird one, such as I?"
Grinning smuggly, the stallion cookie slightly hopped forward, the white and translucent stuck squishing some, but keeping his leg together with his body. Now trotting forward some, his leg almost looked like it had never broken off, except for the very obvious crack right through it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:01 am
He shook his head, somewhat amazed at the trick, somewhat disgusted.
All it would take would be a super hungry Kalona finding him and he'd be cookie crumbs in minutes.
He needed some protection. He needed a friend.
"Hmm... if you eat the same as other Soquili..." he mused, trying to come up with an idea, "... hey! There are some darn good berries over by the valley, if you know where that is. Wanna race?" He grinned, figuring that a cookie wouldn't be the fastest of racers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:30 am
"Berries! I haven't had any of those in a long while! Sure thing! Lets go!"
Neighing with a sudden urge to race, Gingey reared himself up next to Daray, his hooves stamping the ground. He hadn't raced in quite awhile,and this would be a blast. After all, he was the Gingerbread Soquili, and he was one of the fastest ones around.
"Catch me if you can... I'm the Gingerbread Man...", he whispered under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:17 pm
A cookie run fast? Hah.
Daray grinned and turned to his new buddy. "Alright.. now, on the count of three.... one...TWOTHREE!"
Laughing, he galloped off, hoping to steal the first few seconds to snag the lead. Gingey sure seemed like an interesting fellow. He hoped Gingey was having as much fun as he was... meeting this unique Soquili really livened up the day.
Breathing hard, he raced on towards the berry bushes, refusing to look behind him to see how far Gingey had caught up to him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:22 am
As the black and orange stallion dashed off, Gingey smiled, in a smug way. Quietly sneaking around a few bushes and trees, he galloped off, leaves and dirt being kicked up by his ginger-like hooves. Looking over to the side, he could something orange, flashing slightly. It had to of been Daray, the orange markings flashing through all the trunks of the trees. Grinning from ear to ear, his hooves took a different direction, dashing off to the side, and right in from of Daray.
"Haha! Think you're slick huh? Not slick enough!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:49 am
Wha--?!?
How did he get in front so quickly?
Daray snorted and urged his legs to go faster, to at least catch up with the gingerbread Soquili, much less beat him.
Up ahead, though they were only tiny dots to the eye, he noticed the berry bushes looking quite delicious.... and they were getting closer and closer within reach.
Trying not to huff and puff too much, Daray managed to push himself closer, to where he was at Gingey's waist line as they dashed onwards.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:17 am
Smiling and throwing his head back laughing, Gingey looked over to Daray, his white teeth forming a teasing grin.
"So, think you can still beat be? I was made to race, my friend, and I highly doubt you'll be able to beat me! However, if you do, I'll make sure to consider you a true rival."
Throwing his head around some more, Gingey looked ahead, seeing the same thing that Daray had seen. The berry bushes were right ahead of them, and now, Gingey could of sworn that he had started to drool in anticipation. He just had to get to those berry bushes.. They just had to get to those berry bushes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:27 am
He huffed. And he puffed.
Daray laughed along with Gingey, after all, it was just a game.
As he ran beside him, Daray couldn't keep from drooling as well. Not due to the delicious berries they were approaching, but due to the sweet spicy smell of gingerbread that invaded his nostrils. He glanced down and stared at the cookied rump of the other horse, and then allowed Gingey to take a bigger lead in the running race, so Daray wouldn't have to tolerate the cookie smell up so closely to his nose. Daray never thought he'd think it of another Soquili... but Gingey sure had a sweet lookin' a**.
It was definitely going to be tough having a friend made out of food. But he'd survive.
He was just glad to have a friend!
Daray watched as Gingey arrived at the berry bushes just seconds before he did, and he happily congratulated the gingerbread horse on his win... then quickly proceeded to chow down on the flavorful berries.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:01 am
With Gingey trotting up to the bushes and then seeing Daray dash beside him, only to start munching away like a wild animal, Gingey trotted forward and lightly began to nibble, trying to look at least a little less wild than his ravenous friend.
"So.... Daray... How do you like my rump? Pretty sweet, eh?"
Gingey picked his head up and looked over to this black and orange friend, grinning still, and giving him a small wink.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:31 pm
Daray felt his cheeks flushing as he paused his berry gobbling.
"Ummmm.... I guess so?" he replied meekly. "But then again, since you're a cookie, all of you is pretty sweet." He laughed, catching himself from falling into a VERY awkward moment.
Before chowing down again, he asked "So... Gingey... what brings you to these parts, anyhow? I know you said your creator is gone, but why this tribeland?"
Keeping his head turned to hear a response, he leaned in and munched away on the bushes' leaves, his eyes glued to the cookie beast.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:44 pm
Chuckling, Gingey went back to his delicate nibbling, trying to be somewhat proper and all. After all, putting on a good impression was always a plus, whether it was a friend or an enemy.
"Hmm? Well... I just traveled, that's all. I didn't really know where to go or what to do... And I don't sleep much, if at all, so traveling seemed like a slightly good idea. So far, it seems to have shown favor to me. I have a new friend, and hopefully, a new home."
Snorting some as a leaf tickled the inside of his nose, the cookie stallion nipped at the evil thing before him, ripping it apart and tossing its remains on the ground, going back to his delicate nibbling.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 7:40 pm
"Huh. Well.... that's cool."
Daray tried to act calm and mature, but on the inside, he was overjoyously happy. Gingey had called him a friend! Daray never was blessed with many friends, so making a new one was always a happy occassion for him.
He watched Gingey eat... well, gingerly, and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know how some horses could eat so slowly or so little, he himself was always ravenous when it came to some good food. Either way, he kept on chowing down and when Gingey wasn't looking, leaned over and gobbled up the shredded leaf Gingey had tossed to the ground.
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