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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:16 pm
Storm flicked her right ear back as once again, Balrog slipped his sickenly flattering remarks into a tiride of judegment. "We've been through this before. I didn't... rob him of anything. And anyway, my daugher gained her wings. Gained. Not lost." Well, it made sense to her. But she did have to admit she didn't like being a wind soquili while raising a grounded son.
"And I still made beautiful foals. I wouldn't help it if I wanted to." She let a small smirk curve around her mouth as she flipped her tail.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:20 pm
As much as Balrog would never admit it, he liked the tet 'a tet with Stormwild, she matched his snippings, and it was a fun 'game' to him.
"No, your daughter was lucky that the impure blood still had enough oomph to grant her flight. Though her offspring may not be as lucky and may not breed as purely with that horse influence.
"And their markings might be fair to look at, but that's not where it matters." He flashed a sneeringly dashing grin. "Now we have the best of both worlds. Though from what I saw... your daughter got the unfortunate side from her sire as well or a rather .... dull coat." He shook his head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:24 pm
"Your modesty is staggering," she said, looking him over. "So any Soquili that just happens to have wings is suddenly a superior being? I say, I'll take a grounded a stallion with good withers and a broad chest over a skinny thing with from feathers."
"Anyway.." she turned and nosed around for some more grass. "If you're so perfect why don't you have a herd of supple young fillies fluttering around you? From what I've seen your biggest fan is that little girly colt."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:27 pm
"Winged soquili ARE a superior race!" He stamped. "They are strong, courageous, and the humans sing lagends about us. And with good reason. And I have yet to see a winged soquili anything shy of a beautiful specimin. No, 'skinny things with feathers'." He tossed his head and retorted.
"And that young colt ... while perhaps more... ah... graceful that barrel-chested is still a fine soquili."
"BUT~ I have been... choosy." He looked to her sideways, letting his eyes trail over her withers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:30 pm
"Graceful's putting it nicely. Too bad, isn't it. You'd two make fine mates." She grinned again and raised an eyebrow as he caught him looking at her. "Choosey? I have a hard time believing any female could match up to your mind. Or does the only qualification you require a set of these?" She stretched her wings out, then tucked back back by her side.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:33 pm
Balrog sneered in distaste at that suggestion. "I am looking for a fine mare" He returned quickly. "Though Xandir might make a good wing-stallion in the herd... he is not a mate." His ears flicked back and his tail swished.
"And yes, thank you, I do not care to distribute my genes to any undeserving earth-horse, sullying my line. But no, that is not the sole qualification. Well muscled... intelligent... able to fend for herself... and beautiful markings. That is the mare I seek." His eyes trailed over her features as he listed them off.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:37 pm
Stormwild tossed her hair and meandered to a new patch of grass. Though she knew exactly what he was getting at, she wasn't quite ready to process that, so she just chose to play coy. "Well when you find this mare, lets hope 'pleasant dispotion' isn't on her list of requirements."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:38 pm
His ears swiveled back. "Well, I am perfectly pleasant when the mare in question isn't being petulant." He lifted his head. "She knows the things that are important to him and apparently enjoys pressing the matter."
He struck a stance with his head lifted boldly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:41 pm
"Ha!" Stormwild belted with a laugh. "You couldn't be charming if your life depended on it. Boy am I telling you... you're going to be sorely dissapointed when this mare you seek turns you down on the spot beause of that ego of yours." She lifted her eyes to his, challeningly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:44 pm
Balrog strode forward, quietly, seeming to smoulder with a fireyness, his runes seeming to intensify their dull glow.
"Then she would be missing out on the chance at something great" He said barely above a whisper as his nose was mere centimeters from hers, his fire-hot breath on her muzzle, eyes that stared with such strength and conviction.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:51 pm
Storm was a bit surprised at the reaction. Apparantly Balrog was more serious than she had judged. She dropped her mocking tone and took a step back. A puzzled expression came over her face as her ears dropped onto her head, leaving her that to stumble of her words for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:53 pm
Balrog didn't let the moment slip, he strode after her, keeping the proximity and the intensity behind his eyes. His 'fraternal clock' was ticking. And her jests had really hit a spot that had been irritating him for quite some time. He had originally met this fine mare she had already been tupped by the 'ground horse' that set his anger aflame, igniting his already existing disdain for the wingless.
Now, she was far from that earstwhile mate, her foals were grown, and it was coming up on a season that foals would do well in.
"There is no longer a reason for metaphors and bush-beating, now is there, Storm."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:56 pm
She swallowed. "I uh... I didn't realize you were serious." She took her mane nervously. "You can't... I mean... all you do is insult me and my family."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:59 pm
"Why wouldn't I be serious?" He challenged. "I've been boasting to your heritage since I've known you. And admittedly some poor... decisions. I see no hide nor hair of the sire to your foals that left you in that situation." He lifted his head. "And how does that speak better of ground horses? If there is anything good in that wingless son of yours it must come from whatever he got from his wind heritage."
"We... owe it to posterity to pass on these genes... so that the winged soquili do not become rarer than they already are."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 7:04 pm
Stormwild flicked her tail. "I... don't know, Balrog. I don't know if I want someone with your...extreme view of things raising any of my children."
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