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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 12:47 pm
 Ryu'rage was a simple mare who liked simple things, silence, and time alone. She was petrified of being within the presence of others, that was unless her wolf companion was with her. Though recently a black wolf with stripes, male, had take her female wolf counterpart away.
Who knew why.
Who would want to know why, yick.
Shaking her head she stepped out from the confines of the forest line, Nix, the other female here had tried to get her to wander more, Nix didn't understand, who could? Rage hadn't really met anyone who could cope or be within her presence for too long.
Or until she ran away herself.
Life was strange.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:00 pm
Pacing. He had been doing it all day long it seemed, walking the edges of a meadow, the tall grass whispering in his wake. Ferrao felt unsettled, perhaps antsy, a sort of displaced yearning creeping up his legs like ivy. He tried to keep his mind off of it, thinking instead of his family – his brother and sister, his mother and father. Anything, really, that would keep from reminding him just how small the meadow was becoming. He had already mapped its every nuance within his head. It was driving his mad. Hitting a canter, he gave a frustrated whinny; long and drawn out, a soft wheeze curling the end. He tossed his thick mane and shook himself, the licking of the tall grasses suddenly becoming agitating. He edged toward the wood to escape the dying grass, the scent of another close at hand – too close…. Ferrao crashed into Rage just as she stepped out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:11 pm
If she had had fangs, she would've bit him, claws, scratched him, though she was merely a mare, and she toppled over when his brute force collided with hers. So much for a peaceful day. Her joints ached and she closed her silver eyes tight as she took in a deep breath, heart pounding, trying to calm her breath.
Not good, not good not at all.
Her joints and heart were horrible, she had enough problems as it was, and as she hit the ground with a thump she winced, silver eyes opening immediately settling on the dark form.
Who the hell was this now?
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:20 pm
Ferrao had tried his best to pull back the moment he felt himself colliding with the mare. He let out a harsh gasp, hooves dancing backwards as Rage was sent sprawling across the ground. He started immediately, apologies spilling from his mouth like water from the fall.
“I am so sorry – oh, spirits above, what have I done?” He circled around her, panic flying into his scarlet eyes. His broad face burned with shame and embarrassment; he lowered his nose level to hers, brows cinched together.
“I am so sorry, Miss! Are you all right? Do you need help getting up?” His frantic footsteps took him behind her, and he gave her a small nudge (which he presumed helpful).
“Nothing broke, right?” He crossed his hooves and hoped to die…right there. On the spot.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:57 pm
Rage clenched her eyes shut and shook her head and body from his touch, touching was bad, very bad, "I'm fine..." she sputtered quickly from her jaw, breathing calming, boil not boiling, thank the spirits. "Its alright just...give me a moment you..." she didn't know his name, thus stopped mid sentence.
Males, why must they always push her around?
Pushing herself to stand again, a pop or two could be heard from her joints and she winced as they did so, least she could stand, walking would be another thing to find out. "Something chasing you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 2:50 pm
Ferrao hurriedly backed away, eyeing the mare with a sort of trepidation. If she were as wily as his sister, she would no doubt give him a good beat-down. As circumstances would have it, he deserved it for being so clumsy. How had he not seen her? His ears flicked back as he appeared to fight a losing battle with his own stupidity. This is what happens when you let your emotions go, you silly colt, he told himself.
The guilt that clenched his belly continued to niggle him even as she stood. He made to move forward to assist her, but thought better of it and lingered instead by the trees, looking all the time like a scolded foal.
When she questioned him, he looked away, abashed. However, when he responded, the low timbre of his voice spiked with an edge he had tried his hardest to calm, “You could say that…. I cannot say how sorry I am – or stupid, for that matter – for bowling you over. I…”
He laughed apologetically and shook his head, swallowing whatever words he may have said. What could he possibly say after running someone down?
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