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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:37 pm
Zakaili was bored. Nasnan wasn't around, having gone off somewhere, and his two-legger was with the other two-legger, doing two-legger things. He figured it'd be nice to not bother her. So, he went off for a walk, away from their teepee. Wondering about the forest area around him, he got lost. Slowly but surely, he found his way out of the forest into a nice clearing. He could see the mountains in the distance. He looked about, not really seeing anyone, and took off. After going a short distance, he lost his footing and stumbled. Getting back up, he laughed as his nice bit of clumsiness, and continued to walk around the area.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:51 pm
Thorn lifted her from the patch of old yellow grass she was snacking on. "What is making such a racket?" She asked herself swallowing the less the appetizing treat. She set off following what sounded like distant thunder carefully avoiding any patches of frost or snow she happened upon. She stopped when her eyes fell on the source of the sounds. A stallion every bit as yellow as that grass she had just been dining on.
He was getting off the ground and laughing. It was very puzzling and while she would not normally speak to one with such a dull coat she was curious. "What is it that you find so amusing about being on the ground?" She asked in her normal icy voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:00 pm
At the sound of another, Zakaili looked up, and grinned at the mare in front of him. She was a cream color, with a dark blackish-blue coloring on her back, mane, and tail. He smiled sheepishly at her question.
Thinking about how to respond for a moment, he speaks. "Well, it's truthfully not all that funny, but I had been running free, and then the next thing I knew, I was kissing the grass! It just made me laugh that I managed to actually screw up my footing while doing something I've done all my life..." He trailed off, noticing that he was rambling. He shrugged at her. "I'm Zakaili...I go by Zaka, though..." He trailed off once more, but this time on purpose, hoping that the mare would notice that he was trailing off so that she could give her name.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:12 pm
Thorn listened attentively to 'Zaka's' story for why he was laughing. So the yellow one was a clumsy oaf. It didn't surprise her in the least, she couldn't expect grace from such a plain creature. One detail in his story did stick out in her mind though. Not even a detail really, but a strange phrase too beautiful to pass up. "Kissing the grass?" She asked her voice taking on an amused but wicked tone. "Do you find the grass attractive then? It is dead this time of year you know. Would that mean that you like dead things as well?" To her this was a perfectly logical leap to make but to most others it was complete nonsense. Psychobabble as it was sometimes called.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:19 pm
He shakes his head, having not expected her to take it that way. "No...I do not find the grass attractive, nor the dead...it was an expression." He thinks for a moment. "Kind of like 'bit the dust' or 'raining cat's and dogs'" He grins. "Basically, I was saying that I was running, and then I the next thing I knew, the grass was right next to my face..." He sighs. "I'm usually not this clumsy, but I've been a bit lazy as of late, and was excited to be out...and I guess I tripped?"
He looks at her, realizing that he never got her name. "So, may I know your name, Miss?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:28 pm
She simply laughed silently to herself. It seemed every question she asked was going to be answered with a short story with this one. For now this was amusing but she was quite positive that it would become an annoyance quickly. She would wait for it to become bothersome before snapping at him for it though. There was no point in giving warning about her temper.
"Quite frankly, no, you may not." She said her silent laughter stopping all at once. Would he ask for a reason why? He seemed the type that would question everything, the same way she did if she did not like how things were turning out. Then, if he did ask and she was all but certain he would, would she even give him an answer? This was turning into quite the game for her. A game where she would always win. Her favorite game to play.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:36 pm
Zakaili snorted. She had a different temper than what he was used to.
He shook his head when she said no, and just nodded at her. "Okay, fine with me." He figured that she had a reason for not wanting to give her name, after all, why should he pressure her to give out her name? It was a personal thing, and some were more open than others. Zaka was easy going, and liked meeting new people, so he'd give his name freely.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:59 pm
Thorn was a little shocked but it didn't show. He didn't ask like she had thought he would. How curious. She had been so sure he would but then it didn't matter. It just meant he gave up faster then most. It wasn't the longest game she had ever played so it hadn't been as fun but a win was a win. He had given up on learning her name, her game was now complete and she was the victor. Now what? Two options, leave now and go back to her meal or mess with the yellow stallions mind. "So...those things on your back? Are they some form of disease and should I be worried about catching whatever caused them?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:11 pm
Zakaili figured that she'd give him his name later on, or else he'd find a way to learn it, but for now, he'd just call her Pretty Lady. Having heard her question, he snorted. She wasn't talking about his WINGS was she? If she was, then that was a first. "Uhm, are you talking about my wings, pretty lady?" He grinned. "Because if you are, than I don't think I've ever had someone ask if they were a disease of some sort..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:23 pm
Pretty lady? She tilted her head to the side a bit and her ears perked a small appreciative smile on her face. She liked the sound of that. She liked it very much. "I am though aren't I?" Her smile thinned a bit as she examined his wings. They didn't look like wings. "You have no feathers..." She said relating the word wing to a bird or in this case a particular stallion with a golden mane and a mind every bit as messed up as hers. "Is this what wings look like when the feathers fall off then?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:29 pm
He nods in agreement with her. "Yes, you are a pretty lady...I wouldn't of said it if I hadn't meant it, you know." He stood still as his wings were examined. He laughs at her last question. "Nah...this isn't what wings look like when feathers fall off. My father has feathered wings, but my mother has flutter wings...so, I ended up with butterfly-like wings..." He shrugged. "Though...I'm not sure if I'd want to see what a wing looks like when the feathers fall off..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:41 pm
A butterfly? What was a butterfly? Was it like a bird? It must fly or it wouldn't have wings, right? She stared at his wings for a moment longer. They were fairly thin, translucent, and papery. Could something even fly with those? "What good is a wing if you cannot fly with it?" She asked not realizing that she hadn't asked about these things to anything but her mind. "They aren't that pretty either." You could see through them partly. It was pretty unattractive and they shared his ugly dead grass yellow color. Though the bits of sunset colors in the centers weren't so bad she supposed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:48 pm
He chuckled at her comment/question. "It's no good if you can't fly with them, which is why I'm glad that I am able to fly with mine." He knew his wings didn't look that strong, and it took him a long while to even feel comfortable with them. He thought they looked a bit girly, but his two-legger had loved them, along with other two-leggers. Her comment hurt, but he shrugged it off, making sure that she couldn't tell that it did hurt him. "That's your opinion, everyone else has thought that they're good looking. They're stronger than they look."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:46 am
That was a bit confusing, but it didn't really surprise her. It seemed very few people had a true eye to see what was pretty and what was not. "Hmph...those you've encountered are idiots then." Would he be able to take the truth, she wondered. So far the only ones that had agreed with her on the subject of there beauty were Krad and Grencia who were both on equal standing with herself as far as looks were concerned. Every other creature she had encountered seemed to think that they were as beautiful if not more beautiful then she. They were all sadly mistaken. "I suppose you are slightly above average, the lovely color in the center of your wings sees to that, but nothing more really."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:14 am
"I know I'm nothing special as far as looks. I'm as colorful as some of the others, yet I have more colors than some. But, it's not always how colorful you are, or how you look that makes you beautiful. Take you for example, you have two colors on you, rather simple really, but that is what makes you beautiful in my opinion. True, my wings are the most colorful part of me, but I love them." He shrugs, he knew he wasn't the prettiest around, but he had grown to like how he looked quite a bit, and no pretty female was going to injure his pride in himself. "Either way, I like how I look, and according to those 'idiots' I've encountered, they like how I look too."
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