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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 4:00 pm
"Unquestionably, Chica; from what I've heard, siblings hav always merely gotten what they deserved. Besides, brothers or no males should know better than to assault a female; that's just common sense." And it was, or at least it had been for him. Then again, he'd had a slightly atypical childhood, so he was hardly one to lecture on common sense!
However, he DID know what was common sense for him, and that common sense made dealing with Atsila a rather entertaining happenstance as he attempted to determine whether or not her behavior was intentional or not. Her last comments, however, combined with her earlier behavior had him thinking...yes.
So it was that he was acting on when he answered her question with a low, rumbling laugh, reaching forward with one wingtip to gently stroke her cheek. "Ah, talking is a fine start, Chica, but REAL companionship of the sort I seek is much more...personal." As he spoke, his voice had dropped as well, taking on what had been affectionately referred to in the past as his 'propositioning' voice. And why not, when it seemed as though that was just what the mare had on her mind as well?
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 6:15 pm
"They didn't assault me, persay... Ah guess that's why Ah had to apologize." She nickered soflty, giving her head a light toss. She was of the opinion that brothers were brothers and whatever happened with them was somehow stricken from the record of things that counted.
She then paused, listening to his tone of voice change. That was... Odd. She had never heard a stallion's voice shift so drastically before. Was that normal? "Your voice sounds funny, Guilian... D'you need a drink? Pond over there's clear as anythin'. Water's nice an' sweet."
For a moment it might seem as if she was playing his games just as well as he was... And then she spoke again, brow furrowing slightly as she resisted the urge to n** at his wing once more. "More... Personal? What's more personal than a conversation?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:16 pm
Well, that wasn't quite the reaction he'd been expecting, but it WAS highly amusing on a different level. Withdrawing his wing from the mare, Guilian once more gave into the impulse to laugh. After a few minutes of chuckling at himself, he gave Atsila a chuckle as well, shaking his head at her. "My thanks for the concern, Chica, but I assure you I don't need a drink. A refresher of another sort seems to be in store for me, though, if I can't even recognize or not recognize the signs of what I have all but devoted my life to!"
And then he was laughing again, amused at his own seeming inability to tell the difference between interest and coincidence. Unless... Lifting his head, he gave Atsila a scrutinizing look. "You ARE truly unaware of what you are doing, aren't you Chica? Because if this confusion is all part of an act, I might just have to cry foul on you, for that would be truly unkind in my current frame of mind."
He was smiling as he spoke, though, chagrin at his own assumptions prominant in his mind. And for the moment, at least, he merely let Atsila's question slide. For the moment.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:06 am
Slowly but surely she was begining to realize something about stallions; something beyond the fact that they were all alike no matter what way you looked at it... They all wound up laughing at her like she was the most entertaining thing in the world. Even Dhar, who had been the nicest out of all of them, had laughed. "What's so funneh?"
Was it something about the way she talked? The way she presented herself? The things she said? She snorted, giving her head a toss as her brow furrowed. "What Ah'm doin'? Ah thought Ah was havin' a conversation but, from the sound o' things, either Ah'm also puttin' on some sort o' show or you're assumin' things again."
"Stallions." She huffed, lifting her head higher. "Y'all're alike. Ain't nice ta laugh at a lady when she don't know what you're laughin' at."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:33 pm
Continuing to chuckle, Guilian was now ruefully shaking his head. If this was an act, it was a very polished and put together act...and somehow he didn't think that that was the case. A major pity, and besides...that meant he owed an explanation. Or at least part of one.
Raising his wing in defense, Guilian turned that rueful look on the mare. "Actually, Chica, this laughter is for myself; you would expect that a stallion who had devoted his life to a particular pursuit would be able to correctly identify the pursuits of that passion, no?"
Chuckling, he folded back the wing and gave her an amused look. "Though I have to doubt all stallions are like me, Chica...otherwise there is no way you could continue to be as innocent as you are!" To put it mildly. "And I apologize for the confusion, it was not my intent to baffle you." Although, come to think of that...he might have made it worse!
"That is, do you understand now?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:03 pm
"Ah hope you'll forgive me for sayin' it... But Ah don't think stallions are all that good at identifyin' anythin'." She snorted softly, giving her tail a flicker as she eyed the crimson stallion almost cautiously with a slight bit of intrigue. "Afterall, Ah've been told that Ah'm still a filly when Ah'm not anymore. Ain't that an issue with identifyin' too?"
Her brow furrowed slightly as she took a step away from the stallion, continuing to watch his every move. "Does that mean you're one o' those stallions that Papa warned me about? The sort Ah'm supposed to stay away from at all costs?" Her brow lofted slightly. He didn't seem like that sort of stallion. Then again, she wasn't entirely sure she knew what that kind of stallion was. Afterall, her Papa had told her to stay away from Nuka and, with the exception of laughing at her (which she was still convinced Guilian had done), they were nothing alike.
"Ah... Don't think Ah understand. Maybe Ah do have a good ways ta go before Ah can call mahself a mare..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 2:43 pm
With an effort that could oly be called Herculanean, Guilian managed to keep a straight face at Atsila's somewhat petulant remark about misidentification. She was always seen as a foal, hrm? Strange to think that there were stallions out there that could perceive this delightful example of marehood as anything BUT a prime object...but then, he'd never understood what motivated others to do, or not do, anything they did. Or didn't.
The question about being one of 'those' stallions made him chuckle again, however, and his black eyes danced as he turned to wink at the mare. "Well, Chica...since it is a father of which we are speaking, I don't doubt that I AM one of those 'forbidden' stallions. You see..."
Since Atsila had stepped away from him, he decided not to press the space issue. However, the allure of the hunt was as strong as ever within the stallion.
Tossing his head so that his black and red curls fell more becomingly about his face, Guilian began to move around Atsila in a slow circle, keeping the distance between them wide enough so that she hopefully wouldn't feel threatened but close enough so that she could see (and, with any luck, appreciate) his physique as he moved.
"You see, Chica, it is a known fact that fathers, as well as mothers, brothers, and older siblings and relations in general, like to 'baby' their offspring/siblings/sisters/etc. No one wants to admit that their little one has grown up, and consequently, I have found that when the time comes that one's daughter or sister or neice or what have you comes of age, blossoming from awkward foalhood into poised, lovely marehood...it is easier to deny that change if you are able to keep the mare herself in the dark as to her new adult status. But what is being an adult?"
He was warming up to his own arguement now, having always had strong feelings about interference in the choices and lifestyles mares practiced, so in one sense he was even doing what he considered a public service. Besides, Atsila seemed woefully uninformed as to what it meant to be mature. Of course, maturity was something each had to determine on their own, but her...
Ceasing his circling when he was at Atsila's shoulder, he gave the mare a knowing look. "Being an adult means being responsible for yourself, Chica; it means you are able to make your own choices and live your own life the way you want. It also means you are able to indulge in pastimes that are forbidden when still a foal."
His smile had now taken on a sensual bent, and he gave Atsila the full force of his gaze now. "In those pastimes, Chica...you could say that I myself am an expert. And for that reason, I am indeed a stallion that fathers would warn their daughters off of. The question is..."
Here he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, his expression challenging. "What do YOU feel, Chica?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:51 pm
"Ah was told by someone that Ah shouldn't let my family go makin' decisions for me... That Ah should think for myself." She looked to the ground, watching his hooves as he moved around her before slowly letting her gaze drift higher. He was very pretty for a stallion... Strong too, if the movement of his muscles could be used to judge that sort of thing.
"Ah... Don't think there's nothin' that should be 'forbidden' about talkin' to someone... But the way you talkin'? It's like there's somethin' else on that mind o' yours; somethin' Ah should know about. Or maybe somethin' you want to let me know about? Whatever it is, it's a part o' growin' up, right?" It had to be... Afterall, if it wasn't she'd know something about it.
"You're the second one to tell me that, Guilian; that Ah should be responsible and stop thinkin' 'bout what everyone else says." She could feel warmth flooding her cheeks and, turning her head towards the pond she wondered if maybe she was the one who needed a drink now. "Ah guess now's as good a time t'start as any."
She turned towards him, trying to figure out exactly what she was feeling. She wasn't sure what it was... Or whether she'd ever felt it before. She didn't think she had. Not even standing next to an open flame had made her feel this warm. "Ah feel..." She closed her eyes, thinking hard on that question for a good, long moment before looking up to the stallion, fiery eyes shimmering. "... Like Ah'm on fire. Is that how it's supposed ta feel?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:35 pm
Though still moving in a circle, Guilian had tightened the radius and was now moving in more of a spiral, each step bringing him closer to Atsila. The realization that she was an innocent had caused him to draw back, to contemplate refining his approach a bit...but listening to her speak was quickly causing that new opinion, once again, to change.
"Well, Chica, whoever else you have advising you is, at least in my opinion, very correct. There comes a time when we have to accept responsibility for our own actions, and act as we think best. Of course, this might not always coincide with what our parents believe."
He was close enough now that as he paced, his tail or wingtips brushed lightly against her body as he passed; light, delicate touches that could be brushed off as accidental, if it weren't for the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. Every tilt of the head, every brush of the body, every flex of the muscle was part of an ancient dance.
At her confession, he finally stopped, facing her with his muzzle mere inches from hers. "And aye, you are right on the mark on every count, Chica. I'm thinking something else...and I'm thinking I ought to let you in on it." His eyes as they met Atsila's were half-lidded, the amusement replaced with darker fires that matched her own. Lowering his head, he trailed his muzzle along hers, running it along her jawline and over to her throat. "Such warmth is a good thing, Chica...I myself feel it as well. It burns in me, increasing the closer I get to you."
Trailing his nose up her neck, he brought it up to nuzzle against her temple near her ear before whispering softly. "What you feel, Chica...is desire."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:03 pm
From the moment she had emerged from her basket she had been taught to be free; instructed in the ways of the wind... To be wild and let nothing hold her back. Nothing. Not even the slight apprehension she felt as the stallion moved closer to her.
Freedom had a cost and, sometimes, doing what one was guided towards might mean going against something or someone else. She had already gone against her father's wishes in talking to Nuka... What would once more be? If he never knew about it?
She began to move every so slightly, body shifting towards the touches as they sent chills racing along her spine to counteract the warmth. Or maybe it wasn't to counter it. It couldn't be when it seemed to be working along with it instead. Everything seemed to be coming together now... Bit by bit it was begining to make sense.
Her eyes closed as his muzzle touched hers, tilting her head high to stretch out her neck before moving to return the gentle nuzzle. There came the warmth again... Moreso now than before.
"Guilian..." She murmured softly, opening her eyes to peer up at him from beneath heavy lids. "... Will you teach me more about this different kind of fire?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:13 pm
Eyes half-lidded like Atsila's, Guilian moved so that he was beside her, enveloping her smaller form within one of his wings and holding her against his side as he continued to nuzzle at her temple. Her words might have come as a shock earlier, but now they were perfectly in keeping with the mood that had developed. And why not? She was young, he was young, they were both alive...it was time to enjoy the night.
"Chica, it would be my pleasure. Just remember; don't think, just feel...."
~~~Fade to black~~~
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