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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:52 pm
Eponine stared down at her reflection, not quite admiring her looks as merely investigating them. My but had she changed. Her long locks of hair fell easily in to her eyes and washed down her shoulders like the falls. Her tail, though braided and donned with a few foalhood trinkets, dragged behind her hooves like a train. Where she had been gangly and fluffy as a foal she was now more developed with height. No more did she have to hope for fallen apples - she could pluck them straight off the trees!
When did all of this happen, she wondered. When did all of this take place? Why hadn't she noticed such a change, such a transition? It wasn't as if this had happened over night! It must have happened while her heads had been stuck in the clouds, dreaming her life away. . . .
But oh what glorious sun dreams she had thought! Days of lazy love with her family, the close ties that bound her to her siblings; running wild and free in the fields with nothing but the sun on her back and the ground at her feet; swimming in cool waters while witnessing the setting sun. . . . Faces of friends and loved ones were always there and Eponine wanted it no other way.
They were the most important to her, they were the only ones that mattered.
Did Zevach and Marius look just as strange?
Eponine's thoughts drifted to her teal and ebony brothers. It took her a moment to summon an image of the pair and only now did she realize that their manes hadn't merely grown! Oh no - they ALL were tall and adult, innocent foals no longer. Amazing how she hardly noticed, amazing all the time she had taken for granted.
Did her parents know. . .?
Well. . . of course. They had to!
Shaking her head, the pale blue mare leaned down to drink the cool waters. Maybe she did need to take her head out of the clouds and observe her surroundings more often. To hardly see her growth was something even Eponine knew was hard to miss. But at least she knew now, didn't she? At least she had gotten a good look at her appearance.
Finishing her drink, she peered curiously up at the open sky. The woods surrounded her but the lake allowed the sunshine and blue skies to be fully witnessed. The heavens were able to be admired here by the cool water and within the embrace of the woodlands. The clouds passed by, lazy as ever, and the mare soon found herself imagining an entire story. . .
That one looked like a wolf while the other looked like a teepee. There was a rabbit, there was a tree that shifted in to the shape of some sort of lizard. Oh ho - it was magical it was! One had to be careful of such trees. . . . just like Elder Maple!
One stray thought suddenly transformed in to a multitude and Eponine was yet again lost. . .
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 8:27 am
A day, there was a day left until he would meet again with his father Reaper and tell him of his decision. Even at the thought the darkness stirred within him and clearly within his mind Ezriel could feel a twisted, pleased smile curl within his mind followed with a deep chuckle as the darkness within was pleased, relieved and soon to be liberated from its encarseration within his body- soon Ezriel would be whole. His spaded-spiked tail swept to the side and sliced through the air and brush just as easily as a two edged sword at its prime as he traversed trough the open plains while his long, crimson mane trailed at his hooves.
The early afternoon was still, eerie with small remnants of mist that began to dissapate as the cirrus and cumulus clouds seemed to mask the sun for several moments until its powerful rays could obliterate the curtain before it. Yet the mutant stallion didn't mind so long as he could be by himself and not be bothered by some damn fool.
Ezriel gritted his teeth at the thought and growled low, his hide feeling as if the small hairs were sticking up on end and were bristled.
"Just damn-tastic," he muttered as his pale ears fell back with a seething loathing.
Oh yes- it was clear to him that there was certainly someone nearby as the scent of the unfamiliar wafted within the air and seemed to grab a hold of his nostrils. And instantly he snorted and pawed a cloven hoof into the ground below, tearing at the earth and shaking his head with an unveiling of the adorning horns and spikes that crowned his head.
His voidless orbs of blackest-black narrowed as he glanced around. They trailed from the mountains, past the hills and towards the lake where there he found the one who made his aggrivation and anger kindle. Well, she hadn't done anything to offend him or cause him to despise her quite yet but, from past experiences, he wasn't a fan of many other soquilis nor gave a damn about them.
But why should he care?
His jaws tightened as they clenched while his mouth felt dry and his stomach solaced for food. The question of how long it had been since he had eaten was raised yet it remained unanswered. He just- Ezriel couldn't remember.
His mind was so distracted that it seemed suppliments and dietary needs were temporarily forgotten but he was thirsty to the point where he needed to drink yet his body needed both food and drink to keep him going and to fight such and urge would be pitiful. He knew his limits and wouldn't go beyond that which he could handle or at least not in knowing when he needed to eat or survive.
Grumbling as he muttered, the mutant began to draw closer towards the lake and kept his distance away from the mare as she seemed locked away in a day dream or in another world. He snorted and shook his head.
"Females," he muttered low as he diverted his eyes away from her and focused upon the lake before him and towards his reflection.
Shifting slightly, Ezriel bent down and lowered his maw to the waters, drinking slowly as the cool waters rushed into his mouth and began parching his thirst.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:04 am
Lost within her cloud of dreams the mare was oblivious to the approach of another. Though instinct told her to be cautious, to shake herself free and be on guard of the stranger, her gentle and almost oblivious nature said otherwise. Slowly she shook herself free from her meandering thoughts, glancing down at her hooves before realizing that yes, indeed, she wasn't alone.
There he stood, a stallion with the prettiest hair she'd ever seen! It was long and thick, just like her fathers, and yet was composed of the deepest and richest shades of crimson. Almost like a waterfall of blood (morbid thought that it was). . . . But without the stains! On top of his thick mane there was a coat made of the most pure white, like a freshly fallen snow. His colours made him handsome and pleasing to the eye - Eponine could only wonder why she had to stare.
The young mare was only slowly waking up to a new sense of maturity. On top of being taller there was something much more attractive about the other sex - something that suddenly set them apart from the mares of the world. Instinct told her it was attraction but it was a new sort of sensation for the mare. When exactly had boys suddenly become something exciting to have around?
Perhaps she'd have to talk to her mother about it.
As her aqua gaze drifted off the male she turned to study her hooves. There was something else about the male, something different that she was attempting to discover. Was it the razor sharp spikes that trailed down his back? No. . . . . What did it matter if he had such things? Aureate had wings and others she'd met had horns. So why did it matter if he had spikes or not? Was it his tail, spaded and sharp as a sword? No. . . . again, some had fluffy tails, others had feline tails, and this one had a spade. Nothing surprising or different about him. . . .
except. . . .
HIS FEET! That was it! They were cloven feet, split down the center in a most peculiar fashion. A small change, really, but something Eponine had never seen before. She had assumed all soquili had hooves just like her. Even the skin walkers, mysterious as they were, kept hooves while in their natural form! Peculiar really. . . .
But definitely unique!
Part of the girl wanted to approach and speak with him, to wish him well a good afternoon and good day. But, at the same time, a new shyness had appeared. This was a male after all. . . . And quite a handsome looking one at that! Very exotic really. But it was a shame that her tongue had decided to stay still and silent so as not to disturb.
Hmm.
Shaking out her coat, finished with her drink, the pale form began her own start of a retreat. Exactly where she was going she was unsure - perhaps to rest in the shade or go out for a run? Who knew. But as she passed, she ducked her head in an almost coy manner and smiled. "Enjoy your d-d-day, stranger," she greeted, amicable as any.
She didn't expect a response and doubt he'd even bother - he seemed a bit on the stoic side really - but at least she had given conversation a start.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:35 am
Yes- there certainly was something most strange about him either by his looks or by the way he presented himself. He was strong, Ezriel knew he was, and it seemed that his hidden secrets and a part of him were buried away from prying eyes and from the rest of the world until the time was right- a time that only the young stallion knew of and, most likely, his own father was well aware of.
Occasionally he had glanced upwards towards the mare who stood several lengths away after catching her simply staring at him with not a look of disgust, fear or hatred for such a creature as he but with curiosity and interest? It was strange, something new but Ezriel pushed them aside and snorted, letting his voidless orbs of nothingness stare back towards his reflection and the water. He had yet to trust anyone whom he was not familiar with and that darkness seemed to coax a part of him to snap and voice his assertion of dominance and fear into her heart. But on the other hand, a part of him wished not to speak or say anything as he simply wished to stay alone and drift like the vagrant nomad he was and towards the place where he would find his father.
Too many thoughts, too many emotions severed and conflicted his mind at once and the mutant shook his head while long, flowing locks of purest crimsom whisped within the air and hung low towards his cloven hooves. Narrowing his eyes as he cast a glance towards the direction of the mare.
Whether he'd admit it or not she was pretty but such thoughts rarely did him any good to let such a thing inhabit his trail of thoughts and, once again, he blocked it away from his concious mind and gritted his jaws.
Raising his head upwards and his nostrils flared, Ezriel began to turn away as a voice broke through the silence of the early afternoon which caused him to halt abruptly and thos eyes, his voidless orbs of nothingness to narrow towards the young mare. Crimson brows suddenly furrowed as his muscles tensed slightly- the edge of his maw attempting to snarl but only a slightly stoney yet blank expression crossing his face.
Was this a joke? Or was she being genuine?
No one, besides his family and Glamrock, had ever dared greeted him or spoken to him unless they thought they were hot s#$% or were looking to start a brawl and simply had the f#%$ing balls to harass him. Those who did more often than not ended up with sever gashes and were left in such a state that they could only plead for any carnivours beast to come and obliterate them from the pain and existance of such unimaginable sensations.
Of course, he had only done this once but there was still room for another to be marked as a casualty in his books.
But what was he going to do about this mare?
For a moment he bit down upon he pursed his lips, watching her as she passed by, head ducked as it appeared she was a bit embarassed or scared to even utter a word to him. A rumble sounded from his throat as he sought to growl but a small one solaced up from his throat.
"You do the same," he commented in a low, reserved tone as he remained in place.
Tearing his eyes away from her, Ezriel turned back towards the lake and stared off elsewhere as his spaded-spiked tail swayed behind him idoly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 3:10 pm
Eponine, as oblivious as she often could be, did catch the sudden tenseness of the stallion. Had she surprised him by speaking or was he merely just in a bad mood and practicing self-restraint? Or perhaps he'd been lost in his own freeway of thoughts and she had disturbed his train of thought? Either way, the mare felt no fear from Ezriel merely a foreign uncertainty that kept her happy-go-lucky extroversion subdued.
Eponine wasn't shy, oh no, but upon realizing that the stallion before her was actually attractive caused her to hesitate. A shame she couldn't look past that, a shame she couldn't seem to treat him like he was one of her brothers. Woe that this new realization had to stricken her tongue now else she might very well have trolloped on over to further introduce herself.
As it was, the misty blue female shook aside some of her bangs and slowed her fast retreat. Was that a . . . growl? She'd never heard of a snarling soquili before, even though she had been told of such nightmares and dangers that lurked. Kalona they were called, weren't they? They growled, or so she assumed. But the spiked tailed stallion didn't seem to be one of them! Her imagination had already hinted at what one of those dark things were . . . . and never did it turn intself in to something so stunning as Ezriel!
Kalona were vicious things, dark and black and blood stained. Ezriel might have hair such a colour as blood but that didn't make him a kalona. No way, no how.
His voice finally broke through the growl, a tone she easily recognized. Marius was reserved and quiet, it took a lot of persistence, patience and time to draw her brother out of his shell. The way he spoke, his words guarded, almost made Eponine smile. There was no reason to be that way . . . at least not around her. Given, she hadn't a clue of this strangers history or life or . . . well. . anything! Perhaps there was good reason he moved with such caution?
Maybe.
Eponine wouldn't poke and pry but she could wonder.
Stopping her walk, she glanced over her shoulder at the male. He might have saved himself from her had he done nothing but stayed silent. Instead, the poor male had responded (no matter how weakly) and that was enough to draw the girl deeper down the road to conversation.
"Oh I p-p-plan on it," she responded brightly, her easy-going nature readily apparent. Thankfully it wasn't too over the top or obnoxious. "Just b-be sure to m-m-mind the th-thickets nearby," she warned with a small chuckle. "With such hair as yours I f-f-fear the b-b-bramble bushes may be drawn to you. . . " The girl blew a few of her own bangs out of her eyes, stamping the ground with a hoof in amusement. "I've f-f-found they're rather p-p-partial to long hair."
Oh how often she dreamed of getting her hair chopped. Something shorter, something easier to manage. But, then again, she did rather adore her fast-growing locks. Her brothers hair wasn't nearly as long as hers. It reminded her of her father, Twilight, and thus no matter how pleasant the thought, she wouldn't dare change her mane for the world.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:55 pm
Although Ezriel still remained rough around the edges and a bit gruff, the young stallion also found himself to be confused.
This mare seemed curious about him and continued to talk to him- it was strange and he wasn't quite use to it. His crimson brows furrowed deeper as he pursed his lips while his eyes mulled over her. Well, she seemed simple, ordinary and very well like the countless other mares that dotted the plains but why she seemed to take interest in him made his nostrils flare and his cloven hoof to dig and tear deeper into the earth.
Why wasn't she running away in fear? Cowering, pleading to be left alone or lashing out countless words and hatred towards him? His image was one that represented destruction, death and deceit but it seemed that the mare before him was either numb, oblivious or simply out of her mind!
He continued to watch her, watching as she stopped and glanced towards him. Oh great- and she continued to keep talking like a hell-bent chatter box? His ears flattened against his head for a moment as his shoulders slumped.
Would this end?
Ezriel gave a small, minute fracture of a smile. "Oh they do, do they?" Walking over towards the various brush that sat a few steps or two away, the stallion glanced towards the mare and towards the brush. "Well then I'll just give it a trim-" and with a quick slash of his spaded-spiked tail, the bush became easily cut down and decapitated up to his hooves and away from most of his crimson locks that hung low. He chuckled slightly as he snorted, pawing at the ground once again.
"I don't think they'll be bothering long haired soquili for a while," he deeply mused.
Turning away from her, Ezriel drifted back towards the lake and simply stood there. His eyes were looking outwards and towards no place in particular but he sure as hell wanted this mare to go away! Behind him his tail swept and swayed behind him and after several moments he looked back around hoping and pleading that she was gone.
But to his dismay she was STILL there!
An irritated frown curled upon his maw. "Don't you have somewhere else to f#$&#xin;g go or someone else to stare at?"
Why wasn't she leaving? Of course! He just had to be bothered!
Closing his eyes, Ezriel turned again away from her and looked elsewhere.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 10:00 pm
Eponine watched with interest as the white furred male trotted up to the nearby bushes. It never occurred to her until AFTER he'd sliced the plant in to bits that he had something so great as a spiked tail! Yes, she'd noticed his horns and had acknowledged his tail. . . but. . . for some reason it never dawned on her that it could be use as such a weapon!
Her aqua eyes went wide before her face cracked in to a very impressed and radiant smile. Wow - how jealous she was of his cloven hooves and body armor! If she ever tried to do such a thing with her tail well. . . . she feared the braids would tangle and come undone and the her delicate locks would be ever more worse for wear. Best she didn't try it, even if she did want to impress the male before her. There was something interesting about him, something . . . . alluring. Curiosity refused to let her leave and ignorance felt no fear.
"Well aren't you a handy s-s-stallion to-to-to have around," she laughed lightly, pawing at the ground with her hoof. Her own tail swished happily behind her and she did her best to resist the urge to approach. Miraculously something told her that it wouldn't be wise to crowd him. Not that she expected him to DO something but. . . . . . she didn't want to run him away or have him feel like she was pushy.
There was something exotic and lovely about the stallion. . . something that made her want to know just a little bit more about him.
As it was the oblivious mare hardly noticed the frown that fell upon his features. His words were a bit rough, a bit harsh and she didn't at all approve of his choice of vocabulary but who was she to judge? Blinking the girl dropped her head, gaze falling quickly off of him and to the wayside. Uh-oh - was she staring? Oh no! Her cheeks flushed and she felt her tongue twist within her mouth. "Uh-uh-um-uh. . . I . . I d-d-didn't mean to-to-to-to stare," she apologized, words genuine and sincere. The guilt she felt was obvious and her blue tail twitched nervously behind her.
Oh dear - here she was upsetting him already! "And n-n-no, I d-d-don't . . . I mean, I c-c-could! I j-j-just. . . . All I w-w-wanted was to. . . . . I'm sorry."
It was all she could manage to get out. Eponine wasn't usually one to get flustered by a quick retort but this wasn't one of her brothers yelling at her. This was someone else . . . . It wasn't Aureate or River or any of the countless number of soquili that she'd met as a foal. This was another adult, and one she seemed fast to irritate.
Hmm. How to fix this?
To Eponine, leaving wasn't an option. Not yet at least.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 8:39 am
Oh no.
She seemed as if she was going to cry.
The mutant stallion grumbled as he bit down upon his lower lip, spaded-spiked tail swayed hesitantly behind him as he furrowed his brows and looked away from the mare. It seemed as if the darkness that inhabited his heart was doing little good with the current situation on his hooves for the moment and, as best he could, he began to repress and force it away for the kindness and light within to take a whack at it and try to mend the current predicament. He wasn't as cruel to let her cry and become frightened and run away- no, he wasn't that heartless and even though he was rather rough around the edges and could lash out with a quick tongue and array of words, there was a softer side to him.
Ezriel certainly was an unpredictable individual who found himself in the midsts of the unknown and the unexpected.
His shoulders slumped as he sighed, shaking his head as his nostrils flared slightly. "No, no- it's okay. I'm- I'm just overreacting," he admitted with a slightly flustrered and gruff tone to his low, reserved tone. "I'm just not use to having someone stick around me this long. I would have expected you to run off and go somewhere else by now but- uh, you can stick along as long as you like..."
He closed his eyes. The words off of his tongue were so foreign! Slowly drawing his lifeless, voided orbs of nothingness upon her, he gave a small, forced smile with a twist of a grimmace.
"...I guess..."
A cloven hoof tore into the earth below, pawing at it in an idol manner as he glanced around.
Well, what else was there to say now? Somehow Ezriel felt that sooner or later the mare would leave and he could be free to do whatever but how exactly was he suppose to kill the time or make her want to leave? Not in a mean way but- well, somehow to make her tired of him already was more the question.
He'd have to start out simple.
"So," he began, glancing towards the mare once again as he shifted his weight from hoof to hoof. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:04 pm
Eponine wasn't exactly going to cry - but she did feel rather awful about upsetting the white stallion! It was beginning to dawn on the girl that this one wasn't as readily friendly as others she had met in the past. He seemed a wee bit on the prickly side, similar to the spikes on his forehead and tail. Hmmm.
Where perhaps his gruff exterior might have sent others running for the hills, though she felt guilty at his choice of words and exclamations, it only helped to strengthen her resolve. Perhaps he needed to be handled with fragile care? Like walking through the brambles really - one couldn't just go charging in and expect to leave the other side unharmed. . . . But if one was slow, and careful and cautious of where they stepped sometimes the hurts weren't so bad.
Lifting her head as the white and crimson haired male did his best to . . . apologize. . . . her gentle expression slipped in to something softer. "It'll t-t-take more than a few g-g-gruff words to scare me," she spoke, stamping her hoof as if to prove her point. She wasn't so fragile she'd break to pieces if one grew angry at her, but that didn't mean she'd not apologize. "B-b-but please," she added hastily, tone sincere, "I d-d-don't want to over st-stay my w-w-welcome either."
Her parents had taught her better than that!
Thankfully the white and crimson haired stallion seemed a little more sociable. He had asked her her name, hadn't he? Taking a small step closer, the mare made sure her movements were slow. She kept her distance, bridging it only a fraction of the way out of politeness for their conversation. "I'm Ep-p-ponine," she murmured, doing her best to hide the stammer. Even as an adult her wretched stutter had yet to loosen its hold. Sometimes she wished she could speak normally, but thankfully (most of the time) she thought very little of her stammer. One either had to deal with it or never speak to her again, and if they chose the latter than they weren't someone she'd want to be friends with anyway!
"M-may I ask the s-same?" She smiled up at Ezriel, her earlier moments surprise and shyness already forgotten. There was something exotic about the male before her. . . . something she couldn't quite place.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:27 pm
There was no hope in getting rid of her was there? He grumbled slightly to himself knowing that he just couldn't win. The mare was stubborn! A bit too stubborn but determined and what exactly she saw in him made Ezriel tense slightly as he became a bit more rough around the edges but at least tried to be somewhat nice. But it seemed that she was more than he could ever bargin for or like a haunting memory or some pest that seemed to be lured to him.
His void-less black orbs narrowed as she stomped her hoof and made a statement that it would take more than words to scare her off. Oh- great. Just great.
A heavy and ridged sigh escaped from his nostrils as he glanced away from her.
"Its...fine," he gritted his teeth, somewhat wincing as he brushed off his emotions that so desperately wanted to be unleashed. "You're- damnit just don't worry about it, okay?" Ezriels ears flattened slightly against his head as he could feel that unpredictable and coarse nature bubbling forth once again. It was obvious that he was tired of having to be held up and was trying to do his best to be somewhat decent but did it have to be this hard?
Sociable.
He was trying but he never was too sociable or a talker as the stallion was best suited by himself rather than amongst a crowd or 'friends'. But it seemed as if asking her name seemed to draw her closer and engaging more in conversation. GAWD DAMNIT! This was not working at all! A small murmuring of hused and harsh words came from his mouth as he closed his eyes pleading, no, begging to make this stop but it seemed that such a wish wouldn't be granted in the slightest.
Ezriel would have to make the best of the situation and deal with it or try harder to make her leave.
Okay- so she had a name. Now what?
"Eponine," he commented as his spiked devil tail swayed behind him. "A... a...damn pleasure to meet you," he spat out in a hurry as he tensed. In his mind he could only scorn at himself for such a damn-tastic reply which was just as terrifying and unforgiving as his array of spikes.
And then the question was asked to him and, with a slight knit of his crimson brows, the stallion glanced towards her and looked away.
"Ezriel."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 8:58 am
The pale blue female flicked her tail lazily behind her. She was often oblivious to the nature of others, though wit her growth and maturity she at least began to understand the large palette of emotions that could wrack a soquili. It wasn't just happiness or delight, there were things called intimidation and fear and anger. Though she sometimes had to really focus to understand such emotions, she could tell that the white and crimson haired spiked male was jumpy. A skitterish fellow, really, and one that seemed to have a bit of bite on him.
She'd have to trek cautiously around him - not because of her safety, no, but because she feared upsetting any sort of delicate relationship with him. Eponine thought that maybe he could use a few good words and pleasantries to perhaps assuage the skittery nature in him. Words, though, didn't seem to please him. Quite the unsocial stallion, really, but Eponine wasn't one to either judge or walk away. Some soquili needed stubborn mares like her to understand their worth and the brighter side of life. Though often just as many turned away and ignored her, or ran her off, at least she could walk away with no regrets. At least she could say she tried.
Ezriel was no exception.
He startled her with his course words, his curses weaved within his words as if they were meant to be. Eponine didn't often swear and often didn't approve of such language. Still, she knew Zevach had the mouth of a sailor and was certain Marius was the same when none were looking. Hmm. Dropping her head a bit, she shook her long bangs out of her eyes and said nothing. Did she continue to converse while it obviously bothered him or did she say nothing?
"A . . . a d-d-damn pleasure indeed," she murmured, the cuss word tickling her tongue and sounding quite foreign through her white lips. Despite not often using such language, a faint smile crossed her features as she glanced away from Ezriel.
A silence settled as she took note of his name. It was pretty, kind of sharp and pointy, very fitting for the stallion and his spikes. But part of her doubted her wanted her to speak. Instead she admired the water and enjoyed the company. Words weren't always necessary for communication and, though he might feel uneasy, Eponine was content.
Part of the girl wanted to apologize for frustrating him so. Would it be better if she left? Maybe. She'd give it a few more moments before taking the hint and removing herself from his sight and his presence. He didn't seem like the sort that appreciated company but . . . . was it so bad? Perhaps he just had a few rough experiences, but not all soquili were bad. Or maybe it was just her and her stutter. . . Whatever the case, she'd not harass him for long, especially when he seemed so irritated.
((Sorry - for once she's rendered speechless. x3 ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:59 pm
As tho what palette of emotions the mare had been previously been exposed to, Ezriel was still left gritting his jowls slightly and biting his lip. The light within him didn't want to scare her off- no, he sort of liked the company but he'd be damned if he actually admitted it so quickly. His temperment was certainly unpredictable but somehow complex with an array of emotions and feelings that seemed to become a conglomerate mess of horlicks. One moment his heart would be nearly consumed and encarserated within ice and the next it would melt- the once brutish, stubborn and tempermental male transforming into a soft spoken, polite and rather sweet individual.
To say the least, it was a bit confusing yet Eponine seemed to either not care or perhaps not even notice.
Why she was so stubborn in trying to stick around him and not becoming intimidating and flee made his crimson brows knit and furrow. Ezriel wasn't the best at conversations and tended to keep them short or simply say nothing at all- body language most often vocalized everything he needed to say without words.
But in this situation it wasn't doing a damn ounce of good!
But why he happened to amuse her or fit into that category of 'project' didn't settle well with him still as the thought caused his ears to flick back slightly. Even before a growl could surface from his throat, the male tensed and jerked his head smoothly to the right, letting his long locks of crimson sweep across his face and then fall to his side again. Taking a deep breath as his nostrils flared slightly, Ezriel glanced towards her pawed a cloven hoof into the ground.
The stallion was silent as he watched her, noting her expression and startle to the words he spoke. Subconciously he bit his lip as a little bit of light seemed to shine wihtin his empty and desolate orbs of utter darkness. He wasn't all that bad. Sometimes the darkness found ways to control and succumb him into its will- those voices, that inner demon, never ceased. Yet Ezriel would fight against them and certainly not go down without a fight.
For a moment he was at a loss. His thoughts were getting the better of him and making him unaware of what exactly was going on or what was happening. The mutant stallion shook his head with being able to catch her words and a faint smile.
"Likewise," he simply repeated, a bit hesitant yet still keeping a rather stiff and poised stature before her.
And yet again it felt as if the conversation was at a halt or a standstill. To this, Ezriel slightly rolled his eyes and grumbled as his spaded-spiked tail swayed behind him rather annoyed only slightly. She expected him to say something? Again, the stallion wasn't skilled in speaking or holding interesting conversations and he too was left at a stand still and a blank point as the ever present and nagging feeling to depart seemed to tug at him again, again and again. So what was there to do?
Ezriel could only think of one thing.
Glancing towards her for a moment, he looked away and began drifting away from her.
Well just damn-tastic! He managed to clench his jowls even tighter and began walking away. Ezriel didn't have a clue in hell of what he wa doing and strangely enough a part of him didn't want to leave. So why was he leaving? Wait- why did he care? Why did he care about any of this or about that mare?
This was too damn frustrating!
He couldn't look back- no. He wouldn't look back. Ezriel just had to keep walking, that's right, just keep on walking. His head lowered slightly to the ground as he tried to look away but, unfortunately, he slipped and did look back towards her but quickly looked away.
Damnit!
This was not working.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 12:33 am
Eponine watched the stiff and uptight stallion before her, studying his moves. There was something odd about the crimson haired male, something that was both intriguing and frustrating all at once. He was a surly sort and wasn't to be taken lightly, but for some reason Eponine didn't want to just turn around and walk away. He was crude of tongue and seemed unsure of what to do or how to respond. . .
In fact, in comparison to her brother, he made Marius look like a social butterfly! Perhaps that's what intrigued her most, what made her so relaxed around his snarling behavior. It didn't bother her because it was something she was used to, something she had become accustomed with. To work for his attention was something she was prepared to do . . . .
No matter his disposition, no matter his attitude and personal beliefs, she could at least prove that she was doing it all for him. That he was important enough (even as a stranger) for her to not turn around nad walk away.
Sometimes that's all someone needed to know.
The stallion stayed silent and said nothing, jerking his head to the side. Eponine too stayed silent, watching the male with gentle aqua eyes. The way he moved and occasionally jerked his body, unable to look her dead in the eye, unable to do much but curse and mumble. . . . Did he expect her to just walk away? Did he expect her to grow tired of such strange conversation and retreat?
Well, the white stallion was sadly mistaken.
Without warning or word of farewell, the male turned and began to trot away. Tilting her head, Eponine frowned ever so slightly before giving a small snort. Oh no - he could at least have some manners to tell her farewell or good bye or good day before he left. Until he spoke such a word, until he made it clear that this was 'good day' than Eponine would only assume that he was but moving to a new location.
Without thinking twice, she slowly followed, eyes gleaming with amused mischief. He was quite the piece of work he was. . . . . And why he held her allure so tight even Eponine couldn't understand. Was it his aggressive and bad-boy facade or was it perhaps something else. . . ?
She didn't know, and honestly, she wasn't really questioning her motives. He just looked as if he'd gone a little under-loved as a foal and could stand to tolerate a few potential friends for his future. She didn't say anything - she didn't have to.
He'd figure out soon enough that even a poignent walk away wasn't enough to dissuade her interest.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:32 pm
The resist to look back had faultered and, with just a quick glance, the stallion glanced back to see the azure and cream hued mare walking after him.
No, no, no! Couldn't he get rid of her? What was wrong with her? Why was she following him? Ezriel clenched his jowls as he tensed slightly not understanding her logic or train of thought behind all of this or perhaps he woud never understand such logic. Those void-less orbs shot back in front of him as he tried to kick up the pace but a sudden stir of something inside of him made a sudden change of mind. Ezriel was a stallion whose thoughts and intentions were split, severed and unpredictable- they balanced between the fine line of light and dark, right or wrong, and he seemed to be turning his heart and his intentions to the lighter side aside from the ruthless, cold dark persona that swindled his hearts and his emotions from time to time. Thus, Ezriel slowly began to slow down significantly until he paced several steps and stopped.
His long, thick locks of crimson whisped above the ground as some fell to the side and beneath him. A figure that was once tense, taunt and ridgid was slowly transforming and molding to something softer and something more- bright.
"Why-" he spoke with a low, reserved tone as he kept his back turned while hiding his eyes, closing then even, as his head seemed to droop slightly. "Why aren't you afraid of me? Why aren't you mocking me, berating me or trying to chase me off like everyone else in these damn lands? Why aren't you like everyone else?"
With a small exhale, Ezriel opened his eyes and turned around to stare at her with eyes that seemed so different than before. Those void-less orbs seemed to hold light, that is if one looked deep and hard enough. The whole situation puzzled him and the male continued to stand in place with crimson brows knitted and his tail swaying lightly behind him. Try as they might, the darkness within scratched and howled at the surface of his mind but he rebuked them and forced them away within the depts of his mind.
"You are not like others I have met, Eponine," he mentioned again low, quite while his eyes were searching her, searching for something.
"Sorry if I was a bit... rude. I'm not use to company- I'm not use to people just 'talking' to me or being nice. I'm not trying to be an a**, I'm not skilled in making damn conversation or....other things..." Ezriel tried to mend the fraction as best he could but, still, it was strange. He wasn't use to this but, on the other hand, it was quite comforting and relaxing to be able to be around someone. Yet that fear of letting someone in made him hesitant.
But, for now, he tried now to show it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:45 am
Eponine almost took an involuntary step back as Ezriel whirled back to face her, agitated beyond belief and yet thoroughly confused by nature. He seemed angry that she was speaking to him, upset that she wouldn't just walk away and leave him be. If he wanted her gone all he had to do was but ask - Eponine wouldn't begrudge such a request, unless she thought he wasn't in his right mind.
But the male, despite his jerky motions and movements, despite his pained expressions and annoyance didn't seem crazy. Just. . . . sensitive. Her own brothers were the same way, Zevach with his temper and Marius with his avoidant nature. Ezriel was, in a way, like her brothers squared. Much worse and much more a stranger, but Eponine hardly felt fear. Perhaps it was her optimism and dreamy nature, all she knew was that until he gave her reason to be afraid, any warning signs were overlooked or forgotten.
The cogs of her mind worked hard as she tried to process the information he gave her - make fun of him? Berate him or shoo him away? The ice touch mare almost looked stunned. "Why would I d-d-do such a thing?" She gasped, her own brows knitting as she tried to comprehend his words. She could never imagine casting one aside just because of their looks or attitude - Eponine hardly remembered that his form was different and unique. Most importantly, she forgot that such creative forms were often outcast from society and herds. . . .
It made her sick and broke her heart to realize that he'd been expecting her to do that all along. But before the mare had a chance to respond, she found something strange. . . . It was as if a switch had been mad, a toggle played with and now the white and crimson touched stallion was more gentle and approachable. The tension that ran through him, that gaze that burned like black fire had been snuffed and something new happened. . .
He apologized. Shaking her head, allowing her white locks to fall over her aqua gaze, the mare's gentle expression stayed. "Please, d-d-don't apologize. I don't have to c-c-converse if you'd rather, I j-j-just. . . . Just wanted to let you know you d-d-d-didn't always have to be so alone. My brother isn't particularly s-s-social either, so I'm sorry for. . . p-pestering you so. I j-just couldn't help msyelf, I'm afraid - old habits d-die hard."
She was treating the white stallion as if he were as harmless as Marius. Shame on her for not leaving him be, but she hadn't wanted to let him alone so swiftly. Even if she could only offer him a small smile or memory, that was better than nothing - especially with one laced in social awkwardness!
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