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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 8:28 pm
Cynara rose her brow, she wasn't liking this. Without noticing she had stamped her hoof in an aggressive manner on instict she had grown up a tom boy and had duked it out with many. The females were to prissy to get down and dirty. A slight smirk came on her face, she didn't take it back though. A lady would have, aw damn she's still a tom boy. Disappointing mum again. "Cynara, its a pleasure." their was a deviousness in her eyes that would put a kalona's panties in a bunch. But hey, she like it. But something made her stop dead in her tracks before she got any further.
"Cynara!" a low voice called out from the direction she had came. A very tall, well-built stallion was standing on edge. He was obviously uncomfertable as his muscles were tense and the hard expression upon his face was nothing less of serious. That glare made her flinch and hide behind Blais a bit. The elder shook his short mane making his silver earrings jingle slightly as the feathers in his mane and tail brushed against his coat. He snorted unhappilly at her as he approached, eyeing the two devious eyed stallions that were looking at the younger actually larger colt. How odd, he thought to himself even though this situation didn't appeal to him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 8:38 pm
Arching a brow at the young mare's audacity, Flame's gaze returned to her, then moved passed her when the other (and very masculine) voice interrupted his thoughts.
Crousader's own gaze had flickered once towards the newcomer, acknowledged the force there, then returned to his pupil. Whatever the black stallion's business, it was none of Crousader's.
Blais, however, took into account Cynara's reaction and immediately put two and two together... then clung to the information like a lifeline. "Friend of yours?" he whispered quickly to Cynara, backing up again when Crousader advanced another step.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 8:45 pm
"Father," she gulped, whispering back. What the hell was he doing here? This must have shown on her face because Cyrus was eyeing her funny. She could see slick marks on his coat from oitments. Itzpapalotl was still trying to get rid of the scars of his past that tormented him so. But they were to thick and even her herbs could not fix them. She watched Cyrus carefully, he didn't approve of her and Moki fighting let alone this. He only approved if it was 'protecting' someone. How lame...yeah...there you go thats Cyrus for you.
Cyrus eyed the two males advancing the younger and in the way his daughter. He stood near them and replied with the same emerald eyes as Cynara, "Save it." his voice was harsh and low. He was to old for this, he swore his daughter was going to give him grey hair. Why was she in the prescence of three males and a bear. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
She shrunk back a bit, "Visiting friends..." she replied casually. She wasn't afraid of Cyrus...just found this extremely awkward. Her orbs didn't move until she found Cyrus hard stare move from him.
He shifted a bit and looked over the other three stallions. He had ignored her visiting friends part, she didn't seem to excited about it so he didn't believe her. He looked at them "What the hell is going on here?" his words were spoken in an icy and warning tone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 10:00 am
Crousader halted at the next words out of the young mare's mouth, turning now to regard the black stallion with barely hidden impatience. If the stallion wanted to drag his daughter away, he'd best get to it...
Flame, however, was a bit more diplomatically minded, so he actually responded. "Training m'lord." he said, using the honorific when it became apparent that this black soquili had reached a level of maturity known to the kawani as "elder." "The lady is not involvedwith this spar, only my son Blais." he added patiently, turning on glowing golden eye on the painted stallion.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:06 pm
His tail flickered anxiously, "Sparring." he watched them. He looked to the young male, he was well-built but against the two of them. "Two against one doesn't seem quite fair does it?" he asked with a slight edge but his tone had gotten less tempered. He remembered sparring as a foal with his playmates before the white two leggers came and scattered the herd and lost his family. But he remembered fighting more as a teenager, those were the days. Like Blais he had a foot up with being built, if the kid was any good it was something to admire him for or perhaps the courage of just going against two. His tail flickered watching the group, "Please call me Cyrus." he replied noting that Cynara had called them friends and the girl was staying completely silent. He smirked almost missing the fun fight, "Please continue, don't let this old dog stop you from sparring." he replied. He was kind of curious to see how the younger stallion would fair, he knew the elder two had the uper hand but it wouldn't stop him from wondering what the male had and if he had an edge. He had managed to see the look of shock when he had almost induced a fight, but it was for 'training'. He almost held a youth in his eyes as he spoke the last words. He looked back to the white stallion whom looked almost his age, he must have been the head of the training...or so he assumed.
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