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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:21 pm
Undine just looked at him, still a bit miffed about being made to look like a fool. Sighing she shook herself trying to get some of the water off. Looking up at the sky she said. “You know the longer you put it off the worse things will be.” Looking back at him she snorted. “Its not my place to tell you what to do but my advice, tell her sooner rather then later.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:30 pm
Ugh, Mare's and their pissy nature. "Don't speak when you don't know what your talking about. Nothing could make you sound stupider." He muttered. "Nothing will get worse, or better, over time. I just would rather get my story straight before i talk to her. Unless you'd like to join me." He offered before he even thought about it. Oops. Well she was going to tell him off anyway. Course, having a calming mare such as her, well it might help. But then he'd have to tell her about his mom...and her idea's about him. A big hassle he didn't want to deal with.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:43 pm
Undine rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, she thinks your this sweet, perfectly behaved stallion.” His behavior when his mother had passed by gave away more then he thought it did. “If you’d like me to come with I will,” she said somewhat surprised at the offer.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:50 pm
"I'm the center of her whole world." He muttered. "What with father always at his home, and who knows where my brother is." He snorted, his sour mood coming back. He blinked and looked at her. She didn't turn him away or snap at him with her pissy mood...s**t. "Mabye later." He said, moving to where he had been laying before she arrived. "She's off collecting flowers at this point. No doubt she's finding plenty. She has some extra sense about flowers, i swear." As he spoke his mood lifted and his mouth twitched in a half smile. "Always could find the ones that had just bloomed, so they would last longest. And the wilted one, she waters those that she finds, to help hem get stronger, of course. Never picks those ones. She says each flower has its own feelings and she can hear which ones are ready to be picked, and which ones arn't. Always worried she was a little bonkers."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:25 pm
That would explain the flowers he had been wearing she thought. “Doesn’t sound like she’s bonkers to me, just that she knows how to read the flowers.” Walking over to him she sighed. “I envy you, I wish I could remember my mother.” She closed her eyes thinking back to when she was a foal. A shadowy image was all she could recall.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:32 pm
"what happened to her? A skinwalker get ahold of her? She drown in that ocean you like so much? Or ran off and left you behind?" He couldn't picture a mare leaving her foals. A stallion, sure. No maternal instincts there, but a mare. He couldn't fathom why they would want to. He knew his mom would flip if she heard anyone talking about a lost partent.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:47 pm
“I’ve always been curious, when I was a foal I went out exploring and became separated from my herd. I always hoped to find them but after so many years I decided to move on with my life and came to this land.” She laughed softly. “Is it wrong for me to hope that the reason they left without me is because of a skinwalker?” Did they try to find me she wondered to herself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:50 pm
"Ah, so your left them." he mused. A lost little foal. "I think ya turned out alright for a runaway. Better then me" He said, glancing at her as he flopped over, grass, some bugs, and dirt poofing up in a mini cloud around him.
He glanced at her. "I'm a bad egg" He said, watching her reaction.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:09 pm
She dropped down next to him using her tail to clear away the dust. “You don’t smell like a bad egg to me,” she replied. She was under no illusions when it came to him. He had already proven he would kill with that fish earlier and she had her suspensions about were the blood that had lead her here had come from. “So your not the nicest stallion in the world, you obviously love your mother very much. Maybe it’s a mare thing but I think that’s what really counts.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:16 pm
"How much i like my mom?" He blinked, looking at her like she was crazy. "Yeah. ok. Before i ran into you i was washing off blood from a kill." His face got messed up at the thought of the rabbit. "Not sure why Kalona eat the stupid things. killing it was fun but it tasted nasty. And that fish, to. yuck. I've fought a kalona before, you know. When i was just a foal. Ran off and met this purple b*****d. He put up a good fight. I would have won if my idiotic grandpa haddn't got in the way." he snorted. He would never admit that he almost got killed that day. Not even to himself. "Then, lets see. There was the three mares. A kalona and two regulars. Taja, ah, my flower. She was my show mare, to keep my mom in the dark. Nasty temper though, a bit like you. then there was my Mistress. She was a piece of work. Would fight on the drop of a hat. She and my flower hated each other. Was entertaining. and my pet, the kalona. Ah...she was rather nice. Not horribly evil, but she would stand her own in a fight. More of a talker though." He thought about his lost mares. "Glad to be rid of the lot. Gave me a headache."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:39 pm
She nodded as her suspensions were conformed. “I found you by following a stream of the blood, so that’s no surprise.” She looked at him like he was crazy. “Never thought I’d hear a stallion say he was glad to be rid of a harem.” She thought for a moment. “Though can’t say I blame you, sounds like they were a handful.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:44 pm
"A handful for sure. brats, the lot of them. I wanted power, a herd so strong we would crush anything in our path! But they were always bickering and how can i become a ruler if they can't even agree on what to eat! So i said screw them. And then i came home." He looked around. "I want to find someone, just one, who can...well i want someone pretty look at, but tough, and smart. A combination of the three dimwits i left behind. And then, if all goes well, i want to raise up a herd, just as i had planed. Strong, powerful. Where every brat has a father to look up to and a mother who will care for them, and no one will be left behind." He looked at her. "No one."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:10 pm
No one left behind she mused. “Sounds lovely, so many seem to think to be strong you must be alone.” She looked off in the distance. “A herd loyal to one another will always be stronger then a herd were everyone cares only about themselves,” she said softly. She turn back to him. "I wouldn't want to have anything to do with a herd that would betray its own, your herd sounds like a dream come true."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:22 pm
A herd of individuals? Ridiculous idea. "Why would a herd be filled with people who only wanted something for themselves?" He questioned. It made no sense to him. He vomited the fact he wanted the herd to be loyal to him more then each other. But that was also needed. They had to like each other, want to be around each other. "What was your herd like, if you can remember."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:45 pm
She thought back. “I don’t remember much, my father was leader of the herd and mother his alpha. I think there was a mare that wanted mothers place and me out of the way but that could just be a foals imagination.” She shook her head. “Basically the herd was loyal to father but would turn on one another if it meant rising in rank.” She grinned slightly. “Maybe its a good thing I was separated from them after all.”
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