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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:38 pm
The gold-colored mare nodded, bobbing her head to show that she had understood. "Ah, every family has problems. I never was part of a herd, but my mother and I were just fine by ourselves," she explained with another nod. She didn't mind all of the extra information that the stallion had given to her; on the contrary, it actually saved her from having to ask more questions. The extra information gave her a better idea of this nequus' personality and history, which was almost always interesting. "My small family had a problem in the shape of an ichsa stallion, who drove me away from my mother when I was just a foal. I'm not sure what happened afterwards, but knowing my mother, he probably got what he eserved," she said with yet another nod. She decided to repay his fountain of information with some of her own history.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:01 pm
Maurice gave a soft snort to the mare's words and joined her in nodding. "I 'ope so, b*****d that ‘e sounds. Everyone oughta get what's comin' to 'em fair 'n square. World don' work like that often but it's satisfyin' when it do, yea?" At least she didn't seem like the stream of words that had somehow slipped out had worried her. Nor did she seem about to probe any deeper, for which the blue stallion was eternally thankful.
"Ichsa can be a nasty bunch," he muttered vaguely, apparently oblivious to his own straight horn and tendril wings. "Proud little buggers with all the brain of a pea, some of 'em. I guess that's steryotypin' but... eh, I jus' don' like many that I've met." Always so sure that they were right and that they had the most right to exist. "The mare with the funny tail was alright though I guess," the pupiless-eyes Nequus went on, possibly talking as much to himself as to the Reya before him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 6:06 pm
She bobbed her head again, a smile upon her muzzle. "I've only ever met two, but I've heard enough of the stereotypes to last me a lifetime. The stereotypes, however, don't ring true in you. You're a kind soul, as far as I can tell," she stated honestly with another nod. "As for this rit-tailed ichsa, she seems very interesting. Have you met any other ichsa? I'm interested now in meeting more of them, to find out just how many actually give the stereotypes some amount of truth."
She stretched out a foreleg, dipping her muzzle down to itch the side of it against the outstretched leg. That done, she raised her head again and placed her leg back where it had previously been. A thought suddenly struck her, and she peered curiously at her companion with her pale green eyes. "What, praytell, are the stereotypes for my breed? I don't normally hear the reya stereotypes, people're too afraid to tell me since I'm one of them." She nodded again, ears perked. It certainly would be interesting, and amusing, to hear of those stereotypes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 6:57 am
The blue stallion smiled shyly to the Reya's compliment, wondering not for the first time why he was so very bad at taking them, and shrugged. "I'd say that a good number of 'em meet at least part of the stereotype an' some meet all of it. M' family fit int' the proud bit very well, live well up their own arses they do or did at any rate... I've not met too many others really but some of 'em 'ave been decent sorts. Oh! Niz, there's another," the stallion said, smiling softly as he remembered the sweet natured mare.
"Nizhoni," he clarified, "I met 'er on m' way down 'ere. I'd got a bit beat up by some Reya stallion who thought I'd looked at 'is girl the wrong way. She's part of an 'erd up D'ob way an' she got the 'erd mistress t' let me stay while m' leg got better." The silver-marked stallion waved the appendage for emphasis, nodding at the still hairless streak where the other male's horn had scored.
Silence held for a moment as the horned male considered his next words carefully. "Well... they don't say too much 'bout Reya really I guess," he began slowly. "Mostly they say you're secretive but y' known f' y' loyalty an' it's thought that y' prefer t' keep t' y' own than with other breeds save f' Jala. Mares are said t' be a bit... sneaky I guess. Deceptive, leadin' males on t' their own whims... an' they say that a good number of the girls like other mares as well as they like stallions, y' know?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 4:32 pm
She nodded as she listened to him talk, a smile present upon her muzzle. "Sounds interesting," she stated, but snorted as he showed his injured leg. "I can understand males protecting their mates from others, but not from someone else just looking at them, especially if no harm was meant in the first place." She pawed the sand a bit, but planted her hoof firmly back down.
"As for the stereotypes," she said with a grin, "I'm guilty of proving some of those true. I'm secretive, loyal I suppose, but I don't prefer to stick to any one breed. Too boring," she said with a laugh. "I like hanging out with all sorts of different nequus. Makes things more interesting, for sure," she explained with a nod and a smile.
After a short pause, the mare shook out her mane, displacing the locks of hair and the small braids. A sudden giddy feeling came over her, and she peered over at the blue-coated stallion gleefully. Her muscular tails twitched and curled, her ears perked forward towards him, and she pawed at the sand several times more. "Care for a run, or flight? I got a sudden burst of energy and I can't stand still any longer."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:53 am
The blue stallion gave a faint smile and a bob of his head. "Sure, runnin' by the sea's always good fun... Not that I've been 'ere that long t' know but I shouldn't think I'll tire of it. We could fly too if y' like but I'm afraid I'd not be able t' keep up most likely." Tendril wings were twitched and the stallion smiled faintly at his companion. "Not the most effective wings ever bred," he commented.
Would he even be able to keep up with the mare on hoof? She was quite strongly muscled and he had never been the fleetest of Nequus. Well, she probably wouldn’t leave him too far behind, she seemed to like him well enough.
“After you then,” Maurice smiled to the golden Reya.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:07 am
She laughed softly, noting his thin wings. "Yes, they seem more for decoration than for flight. I've always wondered how the ichsa can even fly with them," she said with another laugh. "But yes, running seems good for now, I haven't had a good run in a while."
And she did like him, very much so. He seemed the good sort of nequus, one that would be a good friend. He was very polite and kind in his ways, at least to the best of her belief, and that was always a plus. She turned her gaze down the coastline, ears perked forward, and adjusted her wings close to her sides. She reared back upon her hind legs, her hooves pawing at the air for a few seconds, before she shot herself forward as an arrow loosed from a bow. The soft, shifting sand beneath her hooves slowed her speed a bit, but that didn't seem to bother her in the least. She glanced behind her, hardly turning her head as she did so, to make sure she wasn't going to leave her blue-coated companion behind. Granted, she wasn't running as fast as she could, but that was to ascertain how fast her new friend could keep up. She didn't want to lose him, that wouldn't be a good idea. She also didn't know if his injured leg would hold him back any, either. She hoped it didn't, but if it did, no harm done. There was always the air.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:29 pm
The mare sprang away from him in a rush of gilded hooves and trailing tails. Grinning to himself, the Ichsa stallion leapt after her, black hooves making deep prints in the damp sand. When the female glanced back the blue Nequus couldn't help but feel a little glow of gladness.
So soon after meeting him she cared if he was keeping up or not. The pupiless-eyed Nequus lengthened his stride and was pleased with himself when he managed to draw level. True her reasons for not wanting to leave him behind might have more to do with a desire for company in general than specifically his company but it was nice to be looked for all the same.
A glance at the pale legs pumping at the sand made the silver-marked stallion smile ruefully. She wasn't anywhere near the peak of her ability judging by the stride and he was already giving it almost his all. Well, he might as well put in what speed he had left to make things as interesting for her as he was capable of.
"Y' fast, Cressie," the Ichsa complimented as he pushed himself to greater effort, ever vigilant for stumbling blocks. He didn’t want to damage himself again so soon after healing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 1:17 pm
She felt assured as she heard the pounding of the ichsa's hooves on the damp sand and saw the bright blue nequus not far behind her. A smile alighted her face as she saw he could keep up with her, and lengthened her strides to bring her speed up a few notches. It was true; she didn't want to leave him behind because she did want company, but moreso his company than any random nequus she may meet along the way. Meeting others was always interesting, as this meeting had been, but too many new acquaintances in one day made her head hurt.
She nearly faultered as she ran, caught completely off-guard by the nickname, but managed to continue without a break or pause in her gait. Cressie. The name brought a smile back to her face as she thought of the one who'd given her such a nickname so long ago, and felt a glow of happiness at hearing it again from someone else. "You're doing wonderfully yourself, Maurice. I'm really glad I decided to stay at the coast a while longer," she said with a smile and a quick nod, head turned slightly towards him. After a moment or two of thought, she spoke again. "Maurice is a nice name and suits you well, but it seems too formal to call you by your full name all the time. You used my nickname, so I'll give you one too, unless you don't mind. How does Mo suit you?" It sounded, to her, like a nice nickname to give the blue-colored stallion. She'd probably call him by that name whether he liked it or not, though.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 3:53 pm
The dark-hided Ichsa watched as the mare increased her pace and passed him. For a moment a scowl of concentration caught at his face as he tried desperately to match her but the she spoke again. "...Mo?" The scowl was replaced with a smile as the stallion realised that firstly he couldn't match the mare and secondly that nobody had bothered to shorten his name before.
The Ichsa grinned and nodded briefly as he strained to keep anything close to her pace pace. "Mo it is, an' I'm glad y' choose t' stay too, Cressie. M' g;ad t' 'ave ,et y'." And he wasn't afraid. He'd been afraid for so long and yet this mare with her powerful build and her curving horn seemed nothing but a friend. Perhaps he was learning confidence again, reassured by the comforting might of the sea to his left.
Maurice smiled to himself and pushed his muscles harder, beating his tendril wings against the air in the hopes that they might give another tough of speed to help him keep up with the golden she beside him. Since his first glace of the ocean life had been getting steadily better. Was it possible to get better than this? Than racing beside a beautiful friend who could best him? …Perhaps. Perhaps one day he would meet his mate by these shores. Perhaps.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 5:46 pm
"I'm glad to have met you too, Mo. I really am, it makes me feel better to know not all ichsa stallions are as greedy and self-centered as the one I knew. But on the other hoof, not all of them, I suppose, are as nice and kind-hearted as you," she said to him with a smile. The smile turned into a grin, and she tossed her head, the wind rushing through her mane and tails. She noticed his attempt to go faster by using his thin wings, and she laughed. Not to mock him, but because her heart felt so light and she enjoyed this run with her friend. "Come on Mo, you can do it, you can beat me, just a little faster!" She urged, glad to see that his injury didn't seem to hinder him in any way. She knew that with practice, he would eventually get faster. He may even be able to beat her one day. But until that day came, she'd just encourage him to do his best. And with that, her powerful limbs pounded the damp sand faster, giving her another burst of speed down the coastline. She made sure not to go too fast, however, not wanting to leave Mo behind, and so turned her head slightly to make sure she wasn't doing so. She was, indeed, very glad she had decided to make the acquaintance of this one.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:40 am
Maurice grinned back at the Reya mare and sought to stretch his stride even further. He hadn’t the breath to spare for a reply to her but somehow he doubted one was really needed. She, like he, seemed to value the gaps between words as well as the words themselves. The Ichsa stallion snorted to himself and strained for more speed as the golden creature turned her head about to check he was keeping pace. The blue-eyed male smiled at her and hoped she felt his thanks in it.
Life by the sea was everything he had hoped for and with a new friend to run, talk and be silent with, far more besides.
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