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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 9:15 pm
For some odd reason, when he smiled, albeit for a short moment, her cheeks flushed lightly. Just to cool herself, she glanced away for a moment, into the pool at her reflection, eyeing the patch of blue in her mane. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when he called her Charlamagne anyways, but she wouldn't complain, flicking her tail softly.
She looked back to him, wondering if he was the type to play... she doubted it. But, she wouldn't know until she found out. With a deep breath, she lept into the shallow portion of the lake and splashed about. As she got more into it, she giggled, hopping and eventually, rolling about in the cool water. After a moment, she turned to him and called out. "Come and join me, the water's nice and cool."
[My post isn't the greatest either. x3;]
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 6:16 am
He thought nothing of when her face suddenly flushed--assuming the air around them was probably a lot chillier than he thought it was--and then she turned away for but a moment. "Charlamagne?" he questioned, wondering if she was all right. Her name rolled a bit on his tongue as he spoke it (not that it was any different from whenever he said any other name but his own), and just as suddenly, she leaped towards the water.
He blinked, internal surprise taking over for a moment. He watched as she played, splashing about and giggling all the while. He wasn't one to play; no, it wasn't in his nature and therefore, he rarely did so. Or, it used to be in his nature, but well, there had been something beaten into him that made the idea of playing fade away... He gave her another quick smile, answering, "This one wouldth, but this one doth not knowth... how to play."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:02 pm
The small mare continued to splash about and roll in the cool water. She stopped for a moment and blinked when he said that he didn't know how to play. Was that even possible? She had always thought that play was an instinct since it builds up skills one will need later in life.
She shook it off and smiled cheerfully at him. "It's easy. You just let any inhibitions go and jump, run and frolic about." She told him in her own perception of what play might be. If he couldn't do it, she began to think of something else they could do together.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 8:18 am
He watched as she 'played' for a while, totally unsure. He had, as a foal, as soon as he was able to walk, been trained in the ways of the warrior, therefore, the only 'playing' he knew about was sparring... However, this Charlamagne seemed to truly enjoy a simple sport of splashing about in the water, which he would normally do to take a quick bath. It was never good if your enemies could smell you, so he took baths regularly.
He moved so that he now lay down, finally sure no one else was around to attack or interrupt unknown. Relaxing slightly, he shook his head at her, her smile getting to him but he refused to show too much emotion. "Jump and frolic? Surely you jest. Thy explanation hath no meaning... why would one "play" for no reason?" Everything had a reason behind it; what was the reason behind 'playing'? She had said to let go of any inhibitions, but...
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:10 pm
She stopped, almost slipping into the deeper part of the lake, when he asked why would someone 'play' for no reason. She blinked as she thought about that. Was she really doing this for 'no reason'? She never thought there was a reason.
Her eyes darted back and forth in thought before glancing back to him, almost worriedly that she's been doing something wrong for so long. "I-I didn't know I had to have a reason just to have fun. I mean... fun is fun. That's reason enough... I think." She told him, a bit nervous now that he would think low of her.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 5:49 pm
He stepped lightly and gracefully towards Charlamagne as he eyed the water with slight look of disgust. He really did not understand the concept of 'playing'... but perhaps Charlamagne was a mare willing to be patient with him long enough to teach him how to 'play'.
"All right, then," he spoke, watching her with patient care. "Well, when this one was young, this one was told that there was a reason behind everything, including mere play," he explained, hoping she understood. He wondered if the little mare would think him insane, since his grasp about 'playing' was... well, what young foals would do...
...not that he had ever 'played' when he was younger. Oh no; he was trained as soon as he had emerged and opened his eyes into the world.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:06 pm
She remained where she was, glancing into the water for a moment before looking back up. She had noticed him walking to the water and thought that he might finally join her. The look of disgust on his face made the thought quickly leave.
At his words, she couldn't help but tilt her head, giving him a slightly questioning look. "Why would someone tell you that?" She asked, but then thought about it. "Never mind, I guess everyone raises foals differently."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 6:18 am
The poor thing looked terrified of him... well, no wonder, after what she had seen earlier this night, but he had not hoped to appear too... well, intimidating. It was usually the look he went for when he did not want to be bothered... well, okay, he had not wanted to be bothered or seen when he was out hunting for fresh raw, bloodied meat, but... well, for once, he actually couldn't think of a reason.
Sighing, he was about to answer her questioning look when she answered her own question. All he could really do was agree. "Yes, this one was raised to be... brutal... and cruel... as soon as this one opened mine eyes into the world. Thou art lucky this one did not succumb to the darkness..." At least, not right now. Windflame still fought against himself over giving in to his Kalona blood and not giving in. He just hated how he was; he was a pure Kalona, despite how he didn't look that way, and yet, here he was, acting "good"... supposedly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 4:47 pm
The small mare didn't know how to respond to that, especially when the large stallion had called her lucky for him not succumbing. Succumbing? To what? This was her first encounter with one of 'his' kind, so she had no idea that they were not the kind to be around.
"That sounds awful. But I can't talk against how someone wishes to raise their children... it's not right." Now as she thought over his words, she wondered if she should start to get worried. What if he just 'turns' out of no where? What would happen to her? She shook the thoughts out of her head. She had to keep thinking that he had a good heart, despite what he looked like or what he ate.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 11:50 am
He had probably confused the poor little thing, but either way, she reminded him a small filly. Not like those mares he had grown up with; they were vicious, sly, horrible creatures who always picked on him. After they had all become adults, however, they all quivered in fright before him... his fearsome name became known throughout his Clan, but they never approached him again.
He had aptly become a loner from the point he had beaten his twin to the point he had overthrown his master--the Clan's leader--and had acquired the title of "Leader" but did not want it... he returned it to his master, who was a young black unicorn that dwelled among the Kalona for his love of blood and combat and darkness. Windflame could never really understand that one, but Lucrain was that way, and that was who he trained under.
"Well, 'tis nothing new. This one hath not really thought of such a thing, but can thou see this one 'playing'? Mine stature and appearance would render more fear than amusement, Charlamagne." Perhaps it wasn't right not to know how to "play", but he and his brother had lost their parents when young. He held no recollection, and would rather not try to think about it any further, either.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:19 pm
It seems that this whole 'play' thing had gotten him to remember a lot from his past and she wondered... why couldn't she? She could barely remember who raised her after her parents abandoned her. Perhaps she forgot because she didn't want to think about it and cause herself to become depressed at the thought of what could have been the reason why they left.
This would be a good time to do just that as she shook the thought from her head. She glanced back to him just as he finished his comment and replied. "Well, appearances and statures usually don't make a difference when one is having fun, but if you don't want to... you don't have to." She told him, slowly starting to walk out of the water.
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