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 Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 7:15 pm
Ritalin had to wonder where her sudden zeal had come from. At first she was a spineless pile of pink and black that only moped around, and now she was acting like some kind of vegetable wolf sniffing for its vegetable prey. He chuckled in his mind, keeping the face of a hard slave driver. Positive signs would obviously not get her to rock bottom, so he couldn't show any if he wanted to ever reconstruct her.
"Well what do we have here, the useless pile of steaming garbage has proven herself useful. And she's intelligent enough to know what the food she found is too! Maybe she knows how to eat as well? I really would hate to have to show her, it would just be an insult to my own integrity." He sneered, tossing his mane to the side. He knew she could eat, of course, but insulting her intelligence seemed to stimulate her for some odd reason. He knew it dragged her farther down though, and that's all he really needed to know.
"So, since I do like Honey Suckle, you can ask me whatever pitiful question about me you might have."
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:01 pm
Madoka felt rather pleased with herself. She was able to please him. Even if his words were that of insults. Ah, for some reason it made her feel good about herself that she was able to accomplish that, not only for herself, but she made the other with her pleased. She blinked over at him, placed the small branch of berries on the ground.
"I... Want to know how you manage to stay so clean." YAY she finally got to ask. She was a simple horse. It didn't take much to make her happy honestly. And this question had been burning in her mind since they had meet a little while ago.
Her striped tail flicked and almost wagged like that of a happy puppy, her one visible pink eye staring at him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:21 pm
"How I stay so clean? Is that really all you want to know about his gorgeous visage before your eyes? Not about how I keep my mane and tail in such pristine condition and perfectly cropped and luscious? You really just want to know how I stay so clean and pure?" Ritalin paused here, watching her tail go back and forth for a quick second. She really was like some kind of vegetarian wolf...a puppy version of one of those at least.
"Well, I'll have you know that I've found the purest pond in this part of the plains, untouched by anything but me. Now you will probably ask 'Oh but Ritalin you gorgeous stallion, wouldn't the dirt and grime eventually become part of the pond?' No, it would not. The grasses around the pond soak up whatever filth may have touched me, and purify the water once more. So that's how I stay so clean. I suppose I'll have to take you to this pond, since you are always going to follow me. Consider yourself lucky, maybe the water can make you slightly less ugly."
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:10 am
She tilted her head at him. Special water? She shrugged some and smiled. To each their own she supposed. She was never one to be picking about her bathing water because she knew she was going just be getting dirty again anyways.
But she thought if Ritalin's ego got any bigger he might explode. But she wouldn't say anything. She'd like him think she thought such things. She was never a fan of light colors, personally. She and her family were all darker colored, and to her, thats just what she liked. Though she did have to admit his mane style was nice. He must like to hear himself talk she wondered looking at him. She could be judging those things wrong. Only time would tell.
Her stomach growled again. If she didn't eat something she thought she might collapse. "May I eat?" She asked him. She didn't want to start eating without his permission. she was so hungry if he went off again, she'd never get to eat. And the berries she picked looked really good.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:04 pm
"Hm? Well of course. Starvation is so ugly, I implore you to eat.: Ritalin quirked an eyebrow at the mare. Did she really think she was a slave to him? He was just there to break her down, not be some kind of slave driver, even if he had been acting like one. But he'd never make her do something ugly, he hated ugliness.
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