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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:44 pm
 Liebe pricked her ears forward, listening to the gentle rustling of the wind in the trees. Another sound had disturbed her, but she had dismissed it as a small mammal; for a moment, she thought it was the bizarre, yet oddly interesting, Unikalona that chose to stick with her twolegger and terrorize her mother's ferret. Not that Liebe was afraid of Darkfire, not by a long shot, but she was always worried that the nasty mare would snap and decide to rip her elegant, golden-gray throat out with her fangs and sharp horn.
Shaking off the feeling, Liebe grinned and continued along at her leisurely pace, pausing only to eye the buds on the skeletal trees and sniff at the early spring air. It smelled of slight decomposition, old leaves finally reaching the final stage of their life cycle. She saw a tree not too far in the distance with the strange, and intriguing, mark of Darkfire's horn carved deep into the bark, and Liebe was immediately struck with the thought that regularly occurred to her; what was bark made out of?
She had grown up wondering what it was made out of. Was it wood, like the rest of the tree? Was it just a great pressing of leaves? Who knew exactly? All she knew is, one day, she'd find out for sure.
"Hello, bird," she called in a sing-song voice to a crow sitting high atop a scraggly tree, glad that she hadn't inherited her mother's trademark dreamy, soothing voice, and instead had become rather loud and out of key. "How're you today, my fine feathered friend?" The crow answered with a disapproving squawk and took off from the tree, making Liebe frown. "Fine, meanie," she said after it was out of earshot.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:29 am
 Mel trotted along happily, picking up his hooves in almost a prancing manner as he looked for something or someone new. Spring was coming and he could feel it, no more cold weather and flowers were starting to bloom. More creatures were starting to emerge and that meant new friends to make and new people to meet. When he was younger his mother always took him out and showed him all the creatures to be found and told him all there was to know about them. Birds, bugs and even some fish too.
Now everytime he went out he always kept his eyes open for anything new to learn and observe. Like another soquili. He stopped once he spotted the mare talking to a black bird he knew as a crow and couldn't help but chuckle to himself when it flew away rudely when she was trying to be nice to it. "Crows aren't always the best birds to make friends with, y'know," he said as he trotted up to her. "I'd reccomend maybe a robin or bluebird," he smiled.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 12:12 pm
Liebe was startled by the stallion that approached her, but not too startled; she barely missed a beat in her reply.
"Aww, but they're so pretty!" she laughed, turning to face the stallion and stretching her wings out beside her. "I wish I could fly with the crows. They're so smart!"
Something about the stallion had bothered her slightly. Was it his coat color...? Yeah, it was. There was something stuck on it, and being the outgoing and perfectionist creature that she was, she decided to help the poor guy out.
"You got something on your back..." she said, extending her wing to try to wipe off the pink petals on his coat. She frowned, frusterated when they refused to be dislodged. "Are they stuck on or something?" she asked, furrowing her brow and sticking her tongue out slightly with concentration.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 7:12 pm
Mel tilted his head at her. Odd. Crows weren't pretty, at least not to him and couldn't she fly with them if she wanted to? She has wings after all. "Well..you could fly with them couldn't you? Or is there something wrong with your wings? I don't mean to pry, just curious. I can't fly with them, obviously," he chuckled. He watched her closely and shook his coat when she said he had something stuck on his back...until he realized what she was talking about which made him bust up laughing. "No, no, the flower petals are part of my coat. Like a special design, I get it from my mother," he said proudly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:00 pm
"They're too fast for me," said Liebe solemnly. "And they try to eat me when I get up there with them." She stopped trying to wipe the petals from his coat, slightly disturbed by the fact that they were stuck on there.
"My mother gave me her wings," she said matter-of-factly. "I look more like her than I do my father." She smiled. "I'm AF Goldenes Herz, but you can call me Liebe, Mr. Petalback."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:47 pm
Mel just looked at her curiously, not really sure if he should believe her or not. "They try to eat you? Well you're bigger so can't you just swat them away or something? That's what I would do," he shrugged a bit. He still couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her thinking that there were petals stuck to his back. "I'm not really sure who I look like more. I guess I'm more of a perfect mix...You've got quite a mouthful of a name there, Liebe. My name's Melanthios but Mel is easier for everyone," he chuckled.
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Liebe pricked her ears forward, listening to the gentle rustling of the wind in the trees. Another sound had disturbed her, but she had dismissed it as a small mammal; for a moment, she thought it was the bizarre, yet oddly interesting, Unikalona that chose to stick with her twolegger and terrorize her mother's ferret. Not that Liebe was afraid of Darkfire, not by a long shot, but she was always worried that the nasty mare would snap and decide to rip her elegant, golden-gray throat out with her fangs and sharp horn.
