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 Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 6:25 pm
Balgen had been trotting along with his head held high. Being a little short and not quite as strong as the others never got him down. Well, it used to, but upon growing into his adult body, he decided he wouldn't let it get to him anymore. He had the benefit of Gabriela's nurturing when he was with her family.
Still, as a grown up stallion, what he was particularly interested in was the ladies. He especially liked the flutter types. They were smaller than the normal soquili too. He felt like they were right neck and neck at the same height. This of course let him feel much more confident.
With the confidence came the impulse to throw it out there. He bent his head down and nipped up a small red carnation out of a flowerbed that had started to burst forth, longing to find life after the long harsh winter. He looked around. Who would he give one to today? Hopefully someone who wouldn't throw it in his face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:25 am
As a flutter, Delilah was naturally smaller than the average Soquili. She was petite in size normally, but able to manipulate her size accordingly. However, she preffered ther natural state of standing at the height of a small pony. It was an ability the mare was thankful to have, but was not an ability she often used.
Walking down the path, Delilah's gaze traveled here and there and everywhere. She was easily distracted by nature, her favorite distraction being flowers. They made for a comofrtable bed, and though she heard they were good for eating, she kept form doing so. She didn't necessarily believe in eating things that were meant to thrive beautifully.
Continuing along, she vaguely heard the sound of hoof-steps, but didn't bother looking. If she'd happen upon a stranger... Well, it'd be another awkward social interaction, but she'd rather meet someone than hide from them or coldly walk by.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 9:55 pm
Balgen began to stroll around casually. The way some walk through a forest admiring trees and looking for certain types of birds. Oh, he was looking for a bird, but not one who was made of fowl. He was scouting for a sweet and pretty mare.
He hadn't been going far till he almost missed one who was laying in the flowers. How had he almost left the area and not seen her? Then, he realized she had wings. Those pretty flutter wings some soquili had, his adopted mother included. Of course, these wings were of a different color and style than his step mom. Still, there were fascinatingly wonderful.
He tried to walk carefully up to her and lowered his head down, opening his mouth to drop a flower in front of her. "Pretty flower.. for a pretty mare. What is a lovely girl like you doing out here all by herself, mmm? maybe she needs a dashing hero to make sure she's all right?" He was talking about himself being the dashing hero. Well, he did consider himself to be a little dashing even if small in stature for a normal stallion, and he most certainly would enjoy being anyone's hero.
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