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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:23 pm
 Annoyed with his family, Iyami had kind of ran away. For now, anyways. He'd be back when he was hungry, for he didn't know what he could eat and couldn't eat at the moment. He never did pay attention to his mother when she talked, only that he looked like he did. His sister annoyed him the most. The fact she looked so much like him, yet to him, she was an air head. But he really hasn't given her a chance to actually totally talk to him. He should probably do that. Make siblings his friends for now.
He flicked his orange tail and stomped in a puddle of muddy water, making his peach coat more of a light brown color now. The only thing that was really weird about him was the fact his back legs had socks on them.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:43 pm
Once again, being ignored by his father, Mikhail had snuck off into the nearby meadow once more. After getting some distance between himself and the teepee, he stopped and looked back toward it for awhile. Despite having a father... and a mother that didn't live with them, he always felt like he didn't have a true family. Yes, there was one mare that treated him kindly, but the rest had always treated him different, even as a basket. With a sigh, he continued along, away from his 'home'.
After some time, he came along an area where it looked like it had rained, mud puddles scattered along the way. He passed a few of them up before stopping at a deep brown puddle, guessing this one was made up of more dirt than water... or something like that. For a moment, he just looked down to it, as if contemplating something. With a snort, he flopped down into it and began to roll himself in the mud, getting himself covered in it.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:18 pm
A splash of some sort startled Iyami a bit, but quickly he looked as if nothing had happened at all but a normal full body twitch. He glared around at the spot that had made the noise that had startled him, to his surprise he saw another colt. Though, it wasn't a good surprise, or at least at the moment. Perhaps this other colt could be fun. Though, he was sure he wasn't going to be. He could always beat the other one up, and show him that he was the best. Though, he was sure if his mother caught him she'd ground him or something to that sort. Which wouldn't be good for his time he could spend away from his family.
He took a few steps closer to the other, wondering if he had actually seen him. But it didn't take long to realize he hadn't. Which seemed odd to him. Iyami felt like a sore hoof. The bright colors he was. He didn't feel like he fit in with anyone at all. Apart from his strange family. And the friends they knew. Though, he was sure they were family too. He let out a snort, to announce his presents.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:33 pm
Mikhail was completely unaware of the other colt, his mind had been distracted at the time. He continued to roll in the mud as if trying to cover his markings, a clump of dirt now sticking to his horn. His white mane was now completely brown because of his rolling, but most of the other mud just ran off from his fur... though some still did manage to stick.
Hearing a snort, he quickly stopped rolling, flailing about until he was laying on his stomach, legs sort of splayed about. Looking around, he finally took notice of the other foal that was there. Was he there the whole time? The uni thought in slight embarrassment. That wouldn't stop him from being polite as he smiled and bowed his head in greeting. "Hello!"
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:52 am
He said nothing to the other foal as he watched him for a moment. He seemed too happy. There was nothing here to be happy about. At least not now. He was certainly happy being alone. "What are you doing here." He said in a tone as if this place was his domain. He flicked his tail and eyed his horn. Curious what it was, but didn't ask about it at all.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 8:06 am
Slowly, Mikhail stood up and carefully shook some of the mud off of him, the rest dripping off of him and landing back in the puddle in little 'plips'. When the other colt asked him what he was doing here, he tilted his head. "I was rolling in the mud. By the looks of it, you were playing in the mud as well." He answered, motioning to the other's dirty legs.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:19 pm
Stomping, and playing where too different things in Iyami's books. But he said nothing to the other about it but gave a tiny smirk. If he were playing, he'd been more covered in mud then him. Though, he didn't like to play like that, he liked to wrestle. Though, this colt had something he didn't. And it would probably hurt more then teeth. He wasn't sure. "Well, If you call stomping playing." He finally said after a moment or two. He gave a half assed shrug and let a dull expression come upon his face. For now, there was no reson to be annoyed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 9:33 pm
Mikhail took note of the small smirk and quirked a brow, but said nothing of it. His tail, currently caked with mud, flicked lightly, sending some mud flying as it did. "I see no difference between stomping and rolling in mud, you get dirty either way." The uni said cheerily despite the non-interest the other foal seemed to be giving off.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:09 am
Iyami almost lost it there. He almost broke down into a laugh. "Rolling makes you more dirty. You see, you get it in your mane and tail. Stomping you just get it on your legs and in your tail" he said as if he was enlightening him on something very important. He eyed the other's tail and then the horn that was hardly noticeable uptop his head. "What are you anyways." He didn't care if that was rude or not, he wanted to know. He'd only seen his parents.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:24 pm
Mikhail tilted his head for a moment before replying. "Yes, that might be technically true, but if you're still having fun either way, then you're playing." He replied with a small smile. He looked down for a brief moment to splash his hoof into the puddle he was standing in, only to look back up and blink when the other asked his question. "I'm a horse... that's a silly question."
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:41 pm
"Of course your a horse" He said rudely. "But the thing upon your head... What does that mean?" He asked. Not really curious about things, but it was bugging him. Why didn't he have something like that. Or his family. It looked pretty cool. But also didn't. He eyed the other carefully as if he might splash him with the mud. Even if he was already a bit muddy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 10:20 pm
At mention of the thing on his head, his eyes quickly looked up and crossed just to see the tip of his horn. He blinked to fix his vision as he looked to the other colt. "You mean my horn? It means that I'm an unicorn." He replied, giving him a curious look. He always thought everyone knew what a unicorn was, but he guesses he was wrong.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 12:59 pm
Sounded stupid. Unicorn. After hearing the name he was glad he didn't have one. "That's a retarded thing to call your type." He said rudely without really caring. His tail swished back and forth and he glared slightly at the horn. Stupid thing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 6:58 pm
Mikhail's ears flattened when his species name was called retarded. He snorted softly, not being the type to be argumentive, but that hurt. Frowning, he retorted... softly though. "Oh, and regular is any better?!" When he noticed his horn was being stared at, he did his best to try to hide it, backing away some.
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