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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 1:06 pm
Azariel's eyes narrowed, ears flicking back as she suddenly felt as if he wanted to laught at her. Seeing as he didn't and continued with another subject, she dismissed it.
She snorted, shaking her head and flicking her tail once again, "Ah, still not very old," She replied stubbornly, "I'd say middle-aged tops," Her gaze flicked back to him, sideways, "You don't act like it much though, do you?" She shrugged and looked at him again, "Besides, how do you know I'm not just as old and don't act my age either?"
She trotted ahead a few steps, keeping in line with the green stallion made her...uncomfortable. She paused, one leg lifted as she looked back at him, eyebrow raised, "Did anyone ever tell you, you're one weird stallion?" She shook her head, "I don't understand you," She sighed, "But I don't understand stallions in general." A sigh and she picked up again.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:19 pm
Oi, the lass was rather quick on the uptake.. It was fairly obvious that she knew he had wanted to laugh, from now on he would just let himself laugh. It'd be easier than having her build up a temper, right?
"Aye, not verreh old, but I'd save I've many years on ye.. As a mutual friend of ours remembers ye as a filly nae even a year ago." He grinned down at her for a moment, managing to look her in the eyes and keep stepping along on their walk, "Would ye by any chance remember me only herd mate, Lovey Dovey?" Ahh, Love was a good enough lass although a shade on the naive and vain side... Everybody had faults he supposed.
This time, as Caelen had promised himself, he didn't event both to try to hold in a laughter. "I'm an odd one, eh?" He mulled Az's words over in his mind for a few moments before chuckling in delight, "I must admit I'd rather be unusual and all too foreign than something ye understand and most definately dislike, ye ken?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:42 pm
Well, any thought of pretending to act older then she actually was had been neatly ruined. "Lovey Dovey?" She repeated, recognizing the name. Memories flooded back and she grinned, "Ah! I remember the mare I had to teach how to play in the mud!" She laughed and shook her head, "Good memories..." She glanced over at him, "So you know her, huh?" She shook her head again, while she would like to see the older mare, now was not the time to speak of such things.
An ear flicked back, as if unsure whether or not to be pleased over the laughter. "Mm," She replied noncommitably, trying to translate his words. His accent was a bit difficult to understand at times but it wasn't like she could change the fact that he did indeed have one. No sense in fretting over it.
"Unusual is not a bad thing," She said at last, tossing her head, "Being unusual means you're interesting; it means at least," She looked at him, "That you won't be boring for a while."
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:57 pm
Caelen grinned at her, she remembered Lovey? Wellt hat would certainly be a bonus for Love's sorely abused ego. She had absolutely no luck getting along with very many people save for himself and the foals and colts she found in her wanderings. But was now really the time to be discussing his semi-dsyfunctional herd-mate? A lovely bit of mare was quite a bit more interesting. "Oh aye.. I know the lass, we're in the same herd if ye call a duo a herd.."
His own hears were pricked forward in keen interest, she seemed to be thawing towards him albeit slowly. No matter how much she thawed that raw spirit would remain so long as he was careful not to break her. The question was had he decided to tame her? Ahh the mysteries of life.
"I dinna care if the people find me ter be a bit odd, ye see I'd nay enjoy bein' put inter a social castin'." He tossed his mane and neck out to nuzzle at her neck lightly - completely innocent - "Ye dun want ter be type-casted either lass?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:08 pm
Azariel snorted, "In that, we happen to be in the same boat, I only have my father..." She sighed, "and even then not very often." She shook her head, to get the bits of mane out of her eyes; stupid thing.
She paused in her steps once again, looking at him searchingly. This one...this one was different from other stallions. 'Didn't like to be put into a social cast' indeed. He was...he was beginning to sound a bit like her and she didn't know what to think.
The physical touch of his muzzle to her neck made her pause more. She remained silent but gave him a bit of a look, "I'd rather you not touch," She murmured softly, eyes half-lidded, tone distinctly more cool, "We hardly know each other at all, and I rarely let others touch me anyway." She picked up her pace, trotting a few steps ahead of him, wanting to be alone for a moment.
It was true, she rarely ever let anyone but family touch her and even then it was sparse. It wasn't that she didn't like to be touched it was just...very uncomfortable for her, especially from someoe she barely knew.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 7:09 am
Caelen nodded seriously about her father, "Well lass it doesna mean much the amount of time yer father can spend with ye. I bet if he spent a lot more time ye'd be goin' bonkers. Tis the quality lass." She had the tendancy to shake her mane out abotu as much as Lovey. Maybe Lovey could give her lession on tolerating it.
It had been an interesting test to see how she would react to being touched. Caelen didn't like to think he was a calculationg stallion or one to very meticulously plan his "battle" but the little mare was going to take some time to get through to. Oi.
Oh-ho. If his next words weren't spoken just right the little bit of black and white was liable to haul off and give him a good what-for. He wasn't particularly interested in being given any of that. No ma'am. "Ye've a lot ter learn lass.. and ye'll find I do as I please... but I'll nae hurt ye." He shook his mane, looking at a few of the curls for a moment, "I've a mind ter continue ter touch ye now and again. I'm a friend lass it ought ter be natural."
He hoped she understood what he was saying. It wasn't that he wanted to just completely disrespect her. The fact of the matter was that it was awful for her to think he'd be taking her out to take her... and even more awful that a light touch on the neck terrified her to the point of emotional retreat. Aye, this was indeed a battle.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 8:05 am
Azariel looked at him searchingly, he knew too much. How could he know so much about things like this? Had he gone through it as well? No, probably not. He had never mentioned a connection of that sort, he was probably just guessing. Still...
She stopped moving, legs firmly planted to the ground, and simply stared at him. What was his game? What the hell was he trying to do? He had firmly denied to do anything to her and she had believed him to the point of continuing to walk with him. What gave him the right to touch her? What could possibly have given him the notion she wanted to be touched?
"Do as you please..." She repeated, "And a lot to learn, eh?" She let out a chuckle, "Fine, do what you like, clearly it will be impossible to stop you." She turned, walking off, intent on not going the same way he had been leading. She was no longer in a mood that would allow her to stay near someone like that. So what if he grew mad at her and thought of her as something she wasn't? She wanted and needed time to think this all over and hopefully, never see this green stallion again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 8:14 am
Aye, the mare was learning. It was going to be a slow process and as long as he managed to hold his temper it would be decently smooth. Right now he ached to call her every word he could think of in Gaelic and english to let her know what a dunder-headed eejit she was being. Lord, Our Father, thank ye fer patience. That was about all he could think of.
She had stopped walking, but he hadn't. His ears danced back and forth to hear what she had to say and then to decide what he wanted to do about it. His decision:: Nothing. "Alright lass, ye can do as ye please but you'll nae find another stallion that asks fer nothin'."
His steps were measured and calm. If she was going to go off in a fit of temper then he was going to let her. He had tried two? three? times to make her see he wasn't goin' to do a damn thing to her except be a friend. He wasn't angry just more defeated. Afterall, what mare was worth all the effort if she gave nothing in return. All the arguing and caring in the world couldn't crack a bitter-shell if what was under it didn't want to change.
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