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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:03 pm
This is a private roleplay for pippi18848's Neva Lady Evelyn Nyht's Wild Wind.
At the base of the mountains in the forest.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:13 pm
 The painted stallion was on one of his rare ventures outside of the herdlands. He had recently become a proud father, and so his children were his first duty. His second one was still to find potential Winds that held the same sympathizes as himself, but it seemed as though the search wasn't that productive.
This time, however, he was gathering food for his mate and children. It didn't matter that they had their own personal store that gave the best product, it hadn't grown to full fruit unlike the rest of the trees that were lower in altitude. He was grumbling as he walked through the undergrowth of the forest in his search.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 4:19 am
The forest was a much better place to be then out in the meadows, Neva thought as she walked amongst the trees. Not as many colors and less chances of running into anyone. Especially those of her family. After a little bit of wandering amongst the trees she paused and looked around. Her stomach was telling her the she hadn't eaten since the day before.
"Well at least I can eat in peace." The mare muttered to herself, before lowering her head to nibble on the leaves of a bush.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:17 pm
"Ah-ha. There it is," he said just as a mare approached a nearby bush. He gave her a very critical eye, noting that she had been blessed by the heavens with wings. Never one to be rude to a mare, he stepped over towards her as he puffed out his wings to make a better impression.
He put his best hoof forward and inclined his head, "Good day, starry maiden. It seems providence has lead us to cross one another's paths." He was always a gentleman first and foremost as far as Wind mares were concerned.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:37 pm
At the sound of someone speaking to her, Neva couldn't help but groan in irritation. It was a forest. It was supposed to be empty of others. Raising her head to face this new visitor of her's, she gave him an irritated snort and a roll of her eyes. "First off. I. Am. Not. A. Maiden." She stated each word clearly and with a hint of annoyance.
"Next, I have not a care in the world that our path's meet. What I do care about is that you are in my space." She pawed at the ground with a hoof as she glared at the stallion. At least he didn't seem to be claiming the forest as his, such as a previous encounter she had.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:47 pm
Whoa. It seemed as though this mare had rolled in a pile of irritation this morning. He lifted a hoof as if to take a step back, and then decided against it. As she stated, she was no maiden, so that forfeited the rights of manners--according to his logic.
He sneered at her and stepped forward with the raised hoof. "In your space. Well, I am sorry, your royal-pain-in-the-rump, but it's a free world where everything is ripe for the picking." He wasn't about to have a young mare like herself cow him. She probably was of a weaker bloodline anyways.
He then promptly turned his back on her and went to the task of gathering food for his family, making sure that he was within four feet of her position just to irritate her.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:53 pm
Why he...arg! The stallions of the world just thrived on irritating her didn't they? Neva glared at the stallion as he gathered food for whatever reason. "At least being a royal-pain-in-the-rump means I don't have to lower my standards and gather things for others." she smirked as she continue to watch him gather the food. Once again she couldn't help but wish he was teeny enough to squish beneath her hooves.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:13 pm
He cast a glance behind him, "This coming from a spinster mare, I'm sure of." There were no outward signs that she knew motherhood, as he had noted with his own mate--though he still cared deeply for her.
He paused and gave her a very critical eye. "You're no better than the wingless horses that roam these parts. Your breeding and temper aren't suited to be a great Wind."
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 1:34 pm
"And I should care about being a great Wind why?" Neva snorted at the idiocy of what the stallion was saying. As far as she was concerned she could care less if she did or didn't have wings. "I'd be better off without wings because then I could separate myself from my family even more and be able to get away from being called a member of the family that knows themselves as the 'skydancers'." Her voice was calm as she spoke, knowing full well that if her mother could hear her now that she would be mauled with questions of why.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:49 am
He nudged the small wicker basket with his hoof. "That can be arranged," he said carefully. "The removal of your wings. It would be a shame to mar such a beauty, but if that is your most sincere wish, I'd be more than happy to comply!"
He lunged at her unprotected wings with his teeth, stretching his neck out as far as he could. If he was successful, he'd manage to get his teeth on a few of her more important feathers for flight. He made sure to keep his own wings loose to snap them wide and propel himself backwards should she strike back.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:14 am
Now Neva may have hated her wings but that didn't mean anyone could touch them. Seeing the stallion lunge at her she quickly reared up, front hooves kicking out at him, hoping to cause him to miss his target.
"How can you being marring beauty when there is no beauty?" she sneered as she tried to protect herself from this crazy stallion. Perhaps one day she'll learn to keep her mouth shut and keep herself out of trouble. But it wouldn't be this day it seems.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:05 pm
His teeth clicked together just as he used his wings to help him pull back away from her hooves. He hated they way some Winds would be so disgusted to be what they are, a step above the Grounded.
"You're right. There is no beauty if one doesn't accept the fact of what they are," he said venomously. "You'd be like one of those horrible Winds that disgraces line by breeding with someone foul in hopes of not being what you are. But there is no way you'll be able to be stricken from the Wind line. You are what you are."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:59 pm
"I may be that but I know there is no changing what I am but I at least can be disowned from my own family by committing such an act." The winged mare retorted as she watched the stallion carefully. Neva knew that she would not get far without receiving injury but she would not back down from this almighty stallion.
"I choose to not call myself beautiful because then I have to admit that I am from my family of 'sky dancers'. I will never be one of them." Her voice tainted with hate as she spoke of the family she once loved as a foal. "So stop giving me lessons on things I already know about and go back to your own business."
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 6:55 pm
"You're absolutely right, Broken Wind. What is the point of trying to save one worthless Wind like yourself aside from the fact that you're disgracing the rest of your kind with this type of behavior. Perhaps you should seek someone to remove your wings for you instead of breeding more like yourself. Maybe then you'll get your wish."
He turned his back to her then, flexing his wings open to prepare for flight. This was why he didn't help others. He sought only the best of their kind to strengthen the herd. That was his duty. "Yes, I think the removal of your wings would be a better justice than just breeding more of what you hate."
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