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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:59 pm
 For once in his young life, Rokhan had felt the need to wander alone from his momma and the Willowglen. The wind was rustling through the fresh green leaves of the trees and singing songs amongst the sun soaked grass. The foal knew in his heart that it was that very wind telling him to take a walk. As he clodded softly through the dirt and green blades he reminded himself not to wander far, no matter what the spirits said, with a nod of his naturally masked face.
Noticing the start of the plains coming closer, he stopped and shook his head as if there were someone there with him.
"You not be gettin' me away from Momma t'day spooks," he said it aloud and to the wind, not noticing(or caring) if someone overheard his words.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:51 pm
Sweet, being a naturally mischivious little thing, didn't poke his head from the tall grasses of the plains. Instead he smiled and chuckled softly. He'd have some fun with this superstitious little colt. He lowered himself to the ground like his momma taught him to when she was teaching him how to sneak up on daddy. He wove his way through the grasses and stopped. He gently blew, making a spooky wind noise. now, there wasn't a gust when he breathed, so it sounded like an airy moan. After that he blew harder, making the moan sound louder. He gurgled with his next moan. After that it went silent. Even the birds stopped.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:15 pm
The light blue colt's hair instantly stood on end and his whole body tensed. Ears flicking about were the only things on him that moved. Staring straight ahead, Rokhan strained his ears to listen for those desperate noises again. Deep down inside the little four-legged troll was shivering in fright, but his Momma's sense told him to stay and invesetigate.
Or maybe that was his natural child's curiosity...
Either way, he stayed put and allowed his eyes to move with his ears. As he glanced about, he could see slight movement in the tree tops and when he relaxed some he realised that he could still hear the wind talking to him in gentle breezes. Talking himself down in his head, he stomped a hoof and calmed completely. He wasn't totally sure that what he'd heard had been an actual spirit anymore, but there wasn't anything to hurt in making sure.
"I don't be knowin' if ya being a spook or no'," he stated carefully as he looked around again. Still, nothing there. "But either way I be thinkin' ya can be showin' ya'self now."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:40 pm
So he was superstitious. All the better. Sweet moaned again, rasping his voice. The he said airily, "These... are my plaaaaaaaaainssss." He inhaled loudly and continued, "Geeeeet out or you will be cuuuuuuursed!" He inhaled loudly again and then exhaled just as loud. He then wove his way through the grasss, making sure to move them this time. It made it look like there was something invisible pushing them since he was so small.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 6:45 pm
There was his answer. Rokhan shook his head slowly and sadly, stomping on hoof in a manner of protest. "I be knowin' for a fact tha' t'spooks don't be needin' breath," his voice came out rather indignant as he said his piece. Well, as far as he knew what he said was truth. Besides that, his Momma had never said anything about the plains belonging to any one spirit.
"I be thinkin' that's a cruel game ya be playin'," Rok added as he watched the grass rustle. This time though, he was sure it was the wind moving it. So he let the wind do it's thing, then bent his head closer to the ground and started sniffing out whomever it was trying to play with him. Sniffing and sniffing he went until he could barely see brown and black patches of what appeared to be soquili hide in the grass.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:31 pm
Sweet had been found out. He knew he had only seconds to react, so he did what any corgi would so. Sweet made his torso very close to the ground and waggled hi bum a few ties as he watched the sdtrangers. Then he sprang into action, ears back, and teeth born. He leapt from the tall grasses and began a horrible fit of shrill bars and tooth-bareing growls. Surely this would scare the beejeebers out of any soquili. Except maybe a Kalona...
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:32 pm
Taking several small steps backwards, the blue colt ended his miniature retreat on his back end. Eyes wide, Rokhan regarded the small horse with a mixture of terror, curiosity, and amusement; one feeling following the other, of course. He'd heard of, and seen briefly, his smaller cousins known as usdias before... But he'd never heard of any thing equine making those types of noises before.
"What manner of spook be possesing ya?"
Rok wasn't one-hundred percent positive that this was a matter of possesion, but he honestly had no other explanation to give himself. Maybe this was some sort of demonic mini-kalona, and he just hadn't realised it...
Deciding to ere on the side of caution, he stood up and took one more step backwards. "I warn ya, I be knowing strange voodoo." He said it looking directly at the seemingly usdia, and with full conviction behind it; but Rok knew that if the smaller horse called his bluff he was going to have to high-tail it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:12 pm
Sweetpea rolled voer onto his back and laughed. He looked at the other foal and said, "I'm not possessed. I just thought it'd be a laugh to scare you. And I was right!" He got up onto his legs and took a step closer. He narrowed his eyed and said, "My momma says there's no such thing as magic or voodoo." He exhaled sharply and then said, "but if you can prove my momma wrong then by all means," he sat down, "shock me." He gave Rok a sly smile and said, "My name is Sweet. Who're you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 2:41 am
Rokhan blinked slowly and shook his head in the same slow and deliberate manner. Someone that didn't believe in voodoo?! What was the world coming to? Sitting down on his hind haunches, he shrugged as he watched the smaller foal. "I not be knowin' how to 'prove' it to ya," he said thoughtfully. Thinking very hard about it, he bent his head down and pulled up a clump of grass to chew on as he thought. At about his fifth or sixth go at the sweet green an idea dawned on him.
"I could always be showin' ya how to talk to the winds," he offered. There was no harm in that was there? You could learn all kinds of things from the weather, if one respected the spirits enough... But then an even more mischievous idea dawned on him, one that would probably be more suited to his brother.
"Or we could go take a sit-in on my Momma's mid-wifin'."
Birth was magical. Right?
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 5:27 pm
Sweet's interest was peaked. "Talk to the wind?" He took a gentle step back and narrowed his eyes. "The wind can't talk." Was this foal eating back clover or somehing? First he talked about voodoo and magic, then he's tlaking about how wind talks! Next he's gonna say the earth's banana shpaed, which it is definatly not. "How do you talk to the wind when it doesn't talk back?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:15 pm
Rokhan cocked an eyebrow at the smaller colt and narrowed his eyes as well. His was more a look of thoughtfullness as he sized the usdia up. Was he joking? Rok couldn't tell. Choosing to ere on the side of caution, he nodded slowly and smiled knowingly.
"Oi, t'winds speak." He tried to add some mysticism into the simple sentance, to add more importance to what he was saying. "Ya jus' need to be knowin' how to listen. It be easy."
Hoping for an example, he felt and listened for any sign of a breeze and was quite pleased when one picked up. It was coming from the mountains, and had the scent of electricity on it. It was faint, but it was there. So, he nodded at the other foal and whinnied softly.
"Ya be feelin' the winds jus' now? They be warnin' of a summer storm."
C'mon... Rokhan pleaded silently, Take me at mah word or be leavin'. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in a thunderstorm.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:51 pm
Sweet closed his eyes and flopped onto his hip. His ears went back as he strained for any sort of sound. Me gave a sort of 'tch' and turned. "You're one crazy colt," he muttered as he turned. "But I'd like to tlak to you again. You can find me in the mountains, where I live. Sweet's the name." He smiled and was off.
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