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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 10:53 am
 Amitola's short legs carried him quickly around the meadow. The dead brown grass of last summer had disappeared, and in its place stood lush green blades, which swayed ever so lightly in the cool spring breeze. What a wonderful time to leave the confines of that crampy, small basket that he'd outgrown weeks ago. His little bronze colored hooves crushed some as he went along, though it was hardly noticable.
"So this is what outside is like... I like this a lot!" He grinned and began chasing after a butterfly, trying to pounce on it wherever it landed. "This thing's got wings kind of like me!" Oh, what he'd discovered already. He'd found what that annoying chirping noise was that woke him up every once in a while - birds. Another thing he found was that he had a horn - neato. But what had to be the most amazing thing he'd learned, the one thing he was sure he would never forget, was the word 'sexy.' Not only did it sound cool, but he'd heard an older Soquili use it. 'I'm sexy,' she'd said. It had to be the thing to say.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:07 am
The meadow. The place filled with flowers and usually other soquili. The wind mare hated both. Flowers were smelly and to colorful and other soquili just irritated her. Smashing a flower beneath her hoof Neva gave a loud snort. Oh how she wanted to just make the flowers go away. It would be the best thing ever.
As she continued walking and smashing flowers in her path Neva's mind filled with memories of her childhood. Her childhood had been interesting but also very frustrating. Being the only girl out of three foals she had learned to defend herself against their rough housing. It was also why she left home as soon as she could. She could not stand her brothers. As she was off in memory land she failed to notice the very colorful foal nearby.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:28 am
The tiny colt finally managed to pounce on the butterfly, killing it. He simply huffed and pouted. "Well that's no fun. Why did it stop moving?" Surely he could find another one. Blue eyes scanned the clearing, only to find a mare. One with wings, no less. Not sure what to do, he approached her, hoping she'd flutter off like the butterfly so he could give chase. No such luck. She didn't even notice him!
"Hey!" When he got close enough, he noticed what her wings reminded him of. They were like a bird's! How odd, he thought. "Hey," he repeated. "Do you make noise? You know, like those things that have wings with feathers on them." Come to think of it, they had feathers all over them. Why didn't this mare? "Ooo! Or do you fly? Momma says I'll be able to fly if I keep moving my wings. But mine are much sexier than yours." He still didn't know what that word meant, but he enjoyed saying it, and loved the reaction he usually got when he did.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:35 am
Out of nowhere something started talking to her. Yet there was no one around her. At least until she looked down. Glaring at the colt she snorted irritably. "No I do not chirp like a bird. If that's what you are asking. I can fly but I would rather not." She answered his questions, her tone of voice sounding irritated.
At the mention of wings being sexier she shook her head and snorted. What were these foals learning? "You. Are. Not. Sexier. You. Are. A. Foal. Wait. Till. You. Grow. Up. Before. Calling. Your. Self. Sexy." She said each word slowly hoping the stupid little foal would get it through his head so she wouldn't have to repeat herself again.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:45 am
"Birds... So that's what those are called. One woke me up this morning." With a nod, he listened to her talk slowly. "Speed it up, lady! I don't have all day. Besides, why do I have to wait? Sexy is a fun word." He blinked. "Er... Miss... What does sexy mean?" Amitola hadn't dared ask his parents, or ask the mare who was taking care of him. If it was bad, he would surely get in trouble. Not only that, but he didn't ask anybody he knew questions. He was always too afraid he'd be a bother. "And Miss, what are the things that fly, and have wings kind of like me?"
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:53 am
"I shouldn't have to speed it up for a stupid foal like you." Neva glared at the foal. "You try telling me what to do again I'll make sure you remember to never do it again," her voice was threatening as she spoke. "Got it?" Never would she have someone tell her what to do. Never. "As for what sexy means. It means you've got the goods to pleasure someone of the opposite gender. It's grown-up talk." She explained irritably. Why didn't his parents teach him this?
As for what he was...she couldn't help but smirk. "You are a type of bug. Things with wings such as yours are always classified as bugs. Ones that can be squished easily when they become annoying." She hoped he would have nightmares the rest of his life about being squished. It would amuse her greatly.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:12 pm
"Well apparently I'm not very stupid if you do. And you can't tell me what to do. Telling me not to tell you what to do is pretty much pointless, as I've got the right to say anything I want. So, I don't have to get it if I don't want to." He nodded and grinned. "Grown-up talk, huh? I still like how it sounds."
Amitola thought about what she said. "Well birds eat bugs. Which is really icky. I'd rather be one than eat one. And then birds get eaten by Kalonas and Skinwalkers and other big scary animals. So while bugs get squished and die instantly, though being played with first, birds get tortured and get the blood drained out of them when they die. I think being a bug is better. Besides, I've got a horn on my head. Mommy says that horns are from being part Unicorn. So I'm a..." He wasn't sure how to put the words together. UnicornBug was too long, so he squished them together and dropped the 'corn.' "I'm a UniBug!" The colt danced around at this, feeling that he'd trumped the mare, though it wasn't very likely.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:20 pm
Why he...Arg! Stupid, awful, horrible foal! He was asking for it. Lowering her head to his height she glared at him. "Aren't you supposed to listen to your elders oh stupid one? I am not afraid to squish you and I'll make sure it's a very slow and very painful death. You may be a bug or a Unibug...but I will make sure your death is the most slowest and most painful death. One that everyone will remember." Neva was not going to tolerate this foal talking back to her. And if it meant hurting him before he got that message through his think little skull then she'd do it.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:33 pm
Amitola quirked a brow. "Oh, but how much would killing me prove? That you can't stand foals? Or that you like to pick on horses smaller than you? Either way, I'm sure it wouldn't be very good on your part. Not only would you have my family after you, but you'd have two-leggers after you, too. Something you wouldn't really want to have to deal with, right? It's not worth it for one pesky foal if you ask me." He didn't know it, but his logic was actually quite impressive for a foal. Perhaps it was from listening to Midori try to reason with Dusty, or with him, even. Either way, it always ended up getting him out of trouble. "Say, why would you want to kill an innocent little foal, just for making a point? For all you know, the foal could be right, and you could have just wasted it away. Not very productive at all."
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:38 pm
"And why should I care if your family and two-leggers come after me? At least in death my family can't bother me." She snorted irritably. This foal was really riding on her nerves and she couldn't stand it. Nor could she stand the fact that he was actually quite brilliant for a stupid foal. Though compared to her older sister anyone was smarter then her. "Why would I want to kill an innocent little foal? Because I think it would be fun. That's why."
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:48 pm
The colt became confused. Why wouldn't she want to be with her family? Shouldn't everybody want to be with their family? "Why would your family bother you? And if they do, why don't you just ignore them. After a while they'll give up, right? That's what I do when Phaedra bother's me... But she's not really family. She's Auntie Midori's daughter. But Auntie Midori isn't really my aunt. Mamma and Daddy couldn't take two foals at a time. Too much work, I guess. I don't see them a lot." He sighed. "Do you get to see your family a lot, Miss?"
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:22 pm
Neva snorted at the foal. Family was just a bunch of bother. "My family doesn't understand that when one ignores them that they shouldn't bother them. As for seeing my family no I don't see them. I haven't seen them since I was a foal." The wind mare muttered wishing she didn't have to even think of her family any more.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:32 pm
Amitola frowned a little, feeling bad for the mare. "Really? But how can they bother you if you haven't seen them for so long? I'd be sad if I didn't get to see my family for that long... Or did you just grow? You don't look very old." He thought for a minute. "Phae still bugs me when I ignore her, too. She asks me to play, and when I don't answer me she follows me around and asks what's wrong. It's really annoying, you know? But I guess she's just worried. Phae never was the brightest out of her family, but she really cares about others." Nodding, he looked up at Neva. "You know, for a mean mare, you're really pretty. It looks like you've got a constellation on your pelt." He couldn't help but point those types of things out. It was habit, and Amitola was a foal who spoke his mind.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:49 pm
"Because at least one family member of mine tries to follow me around." Neva explained her tone of voice getting ever quiet. Why did this little brat have to bring up family? Why? She just nodded in agreement as the foal kept talking...at least until he mentioned her being pretty. "For one I am not pretty. And two if you want constellations on pelts you should go look at my father or older sister who is dumber then rocks." Her voice was now raising once again and she snorted once more in irritation.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:56 pm
"You don't think you're pretty? Well I do. I really like the purples on your pelt, and the blues in your hair. And you don't have to get upset that you look like your family. It was just an ob... Ob..." He had to think a moment before he found the right word. "Observation. Did I say that right? I hope so. And I still think you're pretty, and you aren't going to change my mind."
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