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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:19 pm
 A red and purple blur rushed away from the river home his mother and her human enjoyed. He was free! Of course he promised his mother he would visit, come tell her of his adventures, but for now... The stallion girnned, his eyes hardening, his body tenseing at another burst of speed. "Look out world." He whispered as he sprinted away. "Here i come..." it was almost a hiss. He was alive. No mother to impress, no brother to deal with, no hyper father to be around, no annoying grandparents. No one! Himself. He grined, his eyes narrow and cold, his smile hostile and unkind. Who he would meet, what would happen...he did not know...ah but he would be free at last. he continued away from the river he ran away from the light of the sun. He would get away. "WATCH OUT!" he yelled to the wind as he ran. "I'll get you." he whispered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:32 pm
 Tsela's ears perked up as he heard a voice reach across the meadow. Someone was running, maybe someone worth playing with, and it could be worth an investigation. Shaking his head, he picked up his feet and took off towards the direction of the noise. The wind whistled in his ears, but he ingored it, it wouldn't play with him, but the red and some what purple figure that was moving would.
Tsela aimed to pick up speed, he would catch up to the soquili like a race, a race whom the other contestant didn't know he was particpating in.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:39 pm
Above the roar Antirr imagined he hear another's hooves beating the earth behind him. He did not slow nor turn to look if it was true. He would not offer such satisfaction to whoever pleged him. He snorted and sped up, ears pushing back against his head, nostrals flareing, body tensing and bursting with speed. However suddenly he skidded to a halt. One of the flowers he wore, a parting gift from his mother, had fallen onto the ground. He turned, looking down until he found the culprit. Placing the flower on its place by its sibling on his tail he looked up, eyes searching for the phantom noise he had thought he heard. He lifted his head high, his ears flat, his eyes narrow, watching, listening, waiting...
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:00 pm
He had sped up, so he had noticed, all the more fun. Tsela let his feet pick up speed, they were rather long, much like his father's and grandfather, could old trait from racing family. He could feel his muscles tensing, his hooves inching foward more and more, it was like a drug of ecatasy that he didn't want to lose.
However, the red stallion had chosen differently, he stopped suddenly, sending Tsela's muscles into a halt as well. Crashing into him would be an utter embarassing moment, let alone something he would hate to do. But why, why suddenly stop? Tsela's brown eyes watch the figure pick up a lone flower on the ground and returned it to his tail, Tsela's eyes narrowed.
He took a few steps closer, that flower meant something to him, but was it a flower or who it was from.
"Why... why did you pick up that flower" Tsela replied his eyes staring at the stallion a few feet in front of him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:09 pm
Antirr held himself high as he watched his mysterious follower. He snorted but kept his posture, head high, eyes narrowed, body tense, quivering slightly as he read the newcommers intentions. The question startled him, for a moment his face flited to confusion, however it did not last long. "Why did i retrive one of my flowers?" he echoed the question, rephrasing it to fit better. "My good sir..." he spoke slowly, an underlying threat in everything he said. "What true gentleman..." A bit of venom. "Would let a gift from a lady be tossed away in the wind." He would not tell his stranger of the flowers significance. Let it sound like they were a lover's gift or somthing of such instead of the true fact that they were parting gifts from his mother whom, tho he must decive her, he loved more then any other part of his family. "And who, good sir..." coldness creeped into the threat. As well as mocking. "Are you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:25 pm
So, it was a gift that he had chosen to pick up the flower. What pity, a flower such as that belonged alive in the ground instead of a tail of some stallion. Typical though, of a mare to pick flowers to adorn some stallion but such a waste on someone like him. It angered him, when others did something so foolish.
"So I see, it was only for the gift then that you had bothered to pick it up," Tsela replied as he turned his head away for a moment to look towards the sky, "such waste... if you were a true gentlemen you wouldn't need such gifts to know that you were loved know would you."
Tsela replied his brown eyes staring back at the stallion. He had caught the threatening words in his voice, but Tsela shrugged them off. He could have cared less if he was liked.
"As for my name, sir, its Tsela Cuhotgawi."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:34 pm
Antirr snorted. And such conclusions this stallion had drawn. He smiled darkly. "And, dear sir, who said i needed such a gift to feel loved? I belive i simply impied it was rude to waste a gift. You assumed from whom and the meaning of said mentioned gift. Really now, such a bad habit. You should watch out." he moved, his body held high, regale, he was a king before a low subject in his mind. "And why, pray tell, do you wear those atrotious feathers in your hair? What poor creature did you pluck those from?" He questioned. Two could play at that game. He snorted. Really now, how stupid was this stallion?
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:51 pm
Tsela just simply shrugged no use trying to reason with such a stubborn moron. He had implied it was something of some significance to him by simply putting on such a front, but then again if he didn't want to spill the embarassment he wouldn't worry. Still, it was a flower wasted, that never changed.
"I just assume sir, but then again you or I could be mistaken on its worth," he replied giving a small shake of his head and giving a light smirk "as for the feathers I can not about what creature lives or dies as much as I do for a flower.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:57 pm
The stallion tired of this odd and riduciulous stallion. His ears shot back agaisnt this skull, his eyes narrowed, his smile, already dark, turned posativly evil. "Tell me, stallion, Tsela, why were you following me?" His voice dropped to a low hiss, venom and anger dripping everywhere. He still held his head high, however. He growled lowly, body tense and angered. His attention and interest in this stallion were no more. Be gone, go fall in a ditch, or pick a fight with me, he thought. Anything to repay the boardum you have installed on me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:06 pm
A malicious smile spread on Tsela's face sending a happy thrill to his soul. The stallion was really agitated, really there was no reason to be, its not as if Tsela posed a threat, but stepping on one's pride could be a problem.
Giving the stallion a shrug with an aloof smile he replied to him,
"I was bored and wanted a race."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:12 pm
A race? A pathetic childish race? "Are you a foal or are you a stallion? A race? How childish. A race, pathetic." He snorted. Then an idea struck him. A hard, evil grin spread on his face. "You want a race, dear boy? A race? then how about a race?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:28 pm
"Thats a good question sir, am I a foal or am I stallion? I don't think I really mind which one you see me as." Tsela replied with a smile.
"But as for another race, I would like to hear your name first before I decide to race you again. You see, I'm not fond knowing you don't even trust me enough with even your name."
The aloof smile remained on Tsela's face, however he knew better. The other stallion was sinister, he could see it every time he smiled. Besides, didn't he know how odd it was for him to critcize how much he hated racing and then say he wanted to race. Such contraditions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:39 pm
"My name? Antirrhinum magi." He spoke the latin name easily, long though it was. "Antirr, my good sir, if it is a mouthful."
"Ah, what do i see in you? I see a fool, my dear sir, who cannot see danger nor has any sense of self preservation." Really was this stallion stupid? He had half a mind to run over the stallion, trample him into the ground.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:47 pm
"Antirrhinum magi, what a name... though Antirr is an ok name It would have been a little more interesting to have called you Magi" Tsela replied with a grin. It was easy to bait such a hostile stallion and he really shouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help it.
Giving out a soft chuckle and a smile to Antirr he replied, "I see then Antirr, but you shouldn't worry, I know of your intentions. Why do you think we are still standing here instead of racing, you let too much show on your face. Though I am some what sorry if I insulted you to heart, I don't always truely mean what I say I have a habit of getting carried away."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:12 pm
"And why is that?" He snorted. Magi? why the hell would he want to be called Magi? Antirr sounded just fine to him. And it made more sense. He rolled his eyes. Really. THis stallion could vary well anger him, and he wouldn't want that. He had tried to keep his hooves clean for now, he rather hated the stain of blood on his hooves. "And what are my intentions then, hmm?" he asked.
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