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 Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 8:18 pm
 Tiffany yawned, smiling up at the sunshine. It warmed her pure white fur. She had spent hours earlier grooming it to look it's very best, and every single hair was dirt free, spotless, perfect.
She had gone into the river, groomed herself completely, picking through her fur and combing through her long mane and tail. Then she had come out and let it try in the sun, every drop evaporating and leaving nothing behind but her pure, clean, white coat.
Perfection wasn't easy, but she had to do it. She was better than all the others because of it, almost a chosen royalty, she made sure she radiated perfection and superiority. Others would see her, and immediatly know who they were dealing with. Tiffany. The most beauitiful and perfect mare in the world.
And it wasn't just outer appearance. Oh no. She had a wonderful, sparkling personality. Others would sometimes get in a jealous rage when she tried to point out flaws in the. But she did it with the best intentions, to help them. if they found it offending when they told them their mane looked like crap...well, they certainly weren't appreciating her kindness. Oh well.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 9:15 pm
Troilus would have had to say that it was a lovely day indeed. It was sunny and bright out, and to make it just perfect, the flutter had found himself a tree under which to rest. Er...perhaps find wasn't the best word, he'd been there for three days now.
Yawning, he stretched his forelegs with no great show of hurry, disturbing a squirrel or two that had been using his draping mane for a playground. Extending his neck as far as possible, he lipped at a few blades of grass for a moment before biting at them, and chewing them with a happy, whuffling sigh. Ah...this really was paradise.
Flopping on his side in a most undignified manner, he wasn't even surprised when a bird vacated his tail. The animals were company, albeit not the most talkative ones ever. Troilus was fond of conversation, but he was not so enamored of it that he muster up enough energy to go seeking someone to talk to. Soquili usually came to him, very rarely vice versa.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 10:10 am
Tiffany sniffed the air, it was perfect, clean, beautiful...almost. She looked over to her side. The forest. It wasn't a place she was fond off. Mud, dirt, trees...gross. And it always had some sort of smell in it. Something was dead in there, or rotting. She crinkled her nose, and moved to the side.
Her eyes drifted downwards. A bit into the forest, there seemed to be a mass that had connected itself to the tree. Probably was some sort of dead animal or mass of leaves. She lingered on it a while, and then, just as she was about to go on her way...it moved. The...thing had moved. It was soquili sized, large. What could it possibly be...whatever it was, it was still alive.
She felt brave, and moved forward to examine it, the mass coming into focus. It looked infested by animals and dirt, and all sorts of plants were growing from it. She felt sick. It MUST be dead. But it had moved. She knew it had.
"H...hello?" she asked quietly. "Hello?" louder now. "Are...you...alive?" she said, feeling rather stupid. What would she do if it WAS alive? Run? Help it? Certainly not help it. That...thing was beyhond her help.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 11:20 am
Now, Troilus wasn't at all bothered by his current state, and even if he was, well...he was certainly too lazy to do anything to remedy it. Yawning, he very slowly, deliberately and with what seemed a great deal of effort for so small a movement, rolled over again, onto his stomach. The flutter's ears swiveled in her direction and he whickered in greeting.
"Alive? Why most certainly, miss." He answered politely, his voice smooth and rich...odd coming from such a creature as he was. "I am very much so, and who might you be?"
Oh please...he wasn't that terrible to look at now was he? Dirty yes, with a few little critter friends, but that didn't trouble him, why should it bother anyone else?
Delicate, moth-eaten wings beat once, sending some of the dust that had accumulated on them into the air in little showers. Hmm...maybe it was time to go wading again. Perhaps tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:03 pm
Tiffany bit her lip, waiting for a response. The mass moved again, and she could see it, the outline of the creature. A soquili, defiantly. Soon the voice came. It wasn't what she had thought, expecting a raspy, horrible voice. Instead it seemed quite clean, and even. Unlike the soquili himself. '
"T...Tiffany" she gasped, losing her poise for a moment, before straightening herself up. "Why in the WORLD are you so...disgusting!" he suddenly blurted out. The mare usually had more refined insults, witty and intelligent. Or so she thought at least. But there weren't many refined words that could describe her displeasure.
She almost gagged when the wings fluttered to have dirt fly off them! How LONG had that soquili been sitting there? She had always found the more still she was, the cleaner she was. But obviously staying in one place for too long was BAD. What an odd discovery. Then again, it was unhealthy not to exercise as well, despite the fact that she would get sweaty and disgusting, it kept her toned and such.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 1:38 pm
Ah, well...he'd never heard that one before, or at least, if he had, it had been said far more diplomatically, poor girl, hadn't anyone ever taught her how to phrase her words in a more delicate manner? With a lengthy yawn, he then smiled at her, ears swiveling forward, and then back again.
"I am Troilus, m'lady." He said politely, "And I might be disgusting, but at least I am comfortable, and quite happy in my situation. It's not so terrible a thing to be dirty is it?" Blue eyes blinked languidly in her direction, the flutter generally undisturbed by her displeasure.
Truth was he had been sitting there for several days, maybe longer, he'd lost count. It didn't really matter...he could move when he wanted and that was really all that counted in his book.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 4:34 pm
Tiffany stood stiffly, her body ridged and her head held high. Was this a...joke? Was she dreaming? This wasn't any dream. This was a nightmare.
"Well, Mr...Troilus, I think it's only fair that you know that being dirty is absolutely the worst thing possible! What will people THINK of you! Covered in such things, how do you expect to make friends? To know anyone? If they can't come near you for fear of your....disgusting dirt spreading, how do you expect to LIVE?" She said, her voice raised, but not quite a scream. It was indignant, as if scolding a child.
She took a few, deep breaths, then coughed, realizing the disgust she was breathing in. She took a few steps closer, only a few yards away from him. Her sensitive nose filled with an awful stench. Weather it was of that soquili or of something else in the forest, she didn't know, but she assumed it was him.
"You are...beyhond repair! Even if I TRIED to work my sanitary magic on you....." she paused "you would be PERMANENTLY disgusting!"
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