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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 4:17 pm
"Hot damn! Another one!"
As the current of the river treaded past her knees, the mare could only plaster a devious, broad grin upon her lips as she waded through the waters with a jump. The coursing river only splashed upwards as its cold spray drenched her face but even the cold snow melt which flooded the waters wouldn't deterr her from her fun- oh no, things that were easily accomplished were rather dull. Ronnie was the type of mare who wanted a challenge! She craved that rush of adrenaline to course through her equine veins, wanted to feel the wind rustle her messy, blonde mane and feel thrill grip at her heart. Now was that so much to ask for? Of course not. But wasn't it peculiar seeing a mare treading through the rivers at this time of year? In some instances yes but this, unknown to many, was a mare on a mission!
And what was this mission?
Terrorizing the Kawani people of course!
How she despised them- those irritated, two-legged beasts who seemed to have a hell of a bad habit of taking soquili from the land and using them for their own deeds. Since when was slavery established? And who were they to act like they owned the damn place? Last time she checked it was THEY who were the newcombers here and by any means it was those two-leggers who should be at the bottom of the pecking order but those strange sharp sticks and weapons they weilded made it seem as if they'd shifted themselves atop of the ruling order. Tyrants. And to think that good friends of hers had been lured by them, taken and used as pets or 'companions' leaving her the only one standing or at least the only one who had enough damn sense to actually use those powerful legs of hers to kick out and give 'em a good beating!
Oh but she was held captive once, hence all of the flowers in her mane, the necklaces and the gold bracelets that adorned each leg and her tail. But why would life be worth living if one had to adhere to the rules and orders of another? Not worth much. So unlike those who were already tame and rather docile, Ronnie had kicked out and knocked a few heads, so to speak, and managed to break away from that totalitarian lifestyle while leaving quite the memorable mark on several of the villagers too. And damn did that feel good!
Escaped from two-leggers. Knocked around the villagers. Adorned with cool trinkets.
Not a bad resume, eh?
Passion and recklessness still ruled her heart, swaying her in every tantalizing direction which had lead her to the river and searching out their pathetic traps of nets they used to catch fish. So far she counted five and all were destroyed with a few good kicks and stomps of her hooves and number six had then made its debute.
Rearing upwards onto her hind legs, the mare laughed. "AHA! GOTCHA!" She nearly exclaimed, suddenly throwing her weight downward as her hooves crashed through the wood and woven ropes, dismantling that handmade contraption as it buckled under her weight and snapped with a crisp, audible sound. Flicking her ears to the side as she grinned, Ronnie lifted up each forehoof, one after the other, as the defeated contraption rose upwards. Though it must have taken those two-leggers quite some time to delicately weave each rope and put it all together, it only took a matter of seconds for the mare to destroy it. Those seconds were moments of epic and thrilling satisfaction.
She watched as the mess of rope and splintered wood floated down as the curent carried it off somewhere. Did she really care where it was going? Nope. Not one bit! As she swayed her lion like tail and her thick fetlocks under the water wisped about by means of the pulling current, the mare beamed.
"Hellz yeah! Ronnie six, two-legger freaks zip." She hollared, snorting as she jestered her head up and down. Today was a definitely gnarlatious day wasn't it? Six traps destroyed. This was slowly inching upon creating a new record!
Kicking up a trot towards the rivers banks with her hooves raising high in a galant, gloating expression, the mare circled around in a show of victory.
"I'm on fiiiiiiiiire! I'm unstoppable like a paaaain train and I'm comin' for 'em!"
No matter how many times the Kawani tried to re-set and mend their broken traps, Ronnie was always one set ahead of them. Silly two-leggers. They'd never learn would they?
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:10 pm
 It was a perfectly pleasant day for a flight. The sky was clear, the winds were strong, and Bright had coasted down from his home near the cliffs with high hopes of finding something interesting. He had put off his reconnaissance of the Kawani village for long enough. Nothing positive ever happened without a little effort, and there was a whole world of good fortune out there for Soquili discover, if only they chose to go looking for it.
Bright, for one, was no coward.
The stallion circled above the outskirts of the settlement, enjoying how small and awkward the two-leggers looked from above. They were so small! So soft! So fragile! Nature had cruelly denied the Kawani any useful traits, like hooves or wings or fangs or horns. Bright would have felt obligated to be compassionate towards them, had he not known what they were capable of doing with their manufactured tools.
Bright whiled away nearly an hour in pleasant contemplation before he began to feel an insistent strain in his wings. The sun beat down on his weary muscles and sweat pooled at the base of his mane. He would have to go to ground and recover his stamina before continuing.
The alicorn located a small stream and landed near its banks, a cloud of dust rising where cloven hooves skidded against the rocks. He stooped to take a long, slow drink, savoring the taste of clear water and the relief in his aching shoulders.
Then he abruptly looked up.
There was a terrible racket in the distance. Snapping and cracking and the sound of hooves on stone. His heart thundered in his chest. Could that be-
A two-legger hunting party!?
Bright inched cautiously forwards, horn at the ready, prepared to confront any half-bald savages that would dare to try and tie him to the ground. Taking off again was not an option. He needed time to recover. If there was to be a fight, then that was rather distasteful, but Bright would do what needs must. He never wanted to feel the weight of that saddle on his back, the crushing knowledge of his own servitude chafing against the ridge of his spine as it-
Wait, no. That was another Soquili.
The shattered ruins of a strange contraption were scattered fetchingly around her long, dark legs. The extent of the destruction she had wrought was fairly impressive. There were no tribesmen in sight.
Bright relaxed, and stepped forward through the water. Bits of rope gathered about his fetlocks before being swept downstream.
"Good day, dear lady." He greeted the mare with a rustle of feathers and a respectful bob of his head. "I regret to interrupt your sport, but I feel compelled to laud efficacy of your operation. There is a simple beauty to such acts of sabotage. It compliments the inherent elegance of your looks."
The mare, like himself, was adorned with two-legger accessories. Yet her gold bracers and gilt flowers were very different from the shining mask he had worn since growing into his pinions.
"If it is not too much to ask, might I impose upon your good nature?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:01 am
Already with her veins surging with the victorious vibes and looming defeat thusfar of all things tribesmen, the mare romped within the water as her hooves stepped upon the slick cobblestone of the river's bed and attempted to feel around for any more surprises that they might have left. She was certain that they were starting to somewhat realize that some briliant animal was not only locating their strange devices but breaking them as, lately, she had come across various traps of ropes that were pitiful in disguise with brush and leaves which, if stepped in, would make the tresspasser captive and sometimes hoist them into the air. Though such a trap was always fun to set off with throwing sticks, branches or even nudging rocks into the contraptions mists as it never discriminated against anything that triggered it. Oh, Ronnie always wanted to see their faces when they realized they were being outsmarted by a far intelligent beast!
Perhaps it was times like these where she needed a companion, a small crafty creature like an otter or even a ferret to be a second pair of eyes and help her out with her mischief and rather restless nature. Although, on the other hoof, she was very much open to the idea of a more massive creature accompanying her and being able to indulge in the thrill of bringing havoc and mayhem to all things Kawani. Bears had ridiculously sharp claws and scary teeth which could do justice or even a puma, a mountain lion, could be sly and perhaps break new ground on creeping further into those places where it seemed there was a plethora of those two legged freaks.
A revolt was in order and the idea of freeing all of those who had been captured and treated as experimental pets, slaves and beasts of burden deserved the taste of freedom. Sooner or later Ronnie only could pray to whatever deity would listen to a good hearted rebel that she could find those whom had been taken captive and re-introduce them to what many called 'life'. Surly she could only imagine that someone, somewhere, was looking upon her with a frown and asking themselves 'where did the unicorn go wrong' or looking at her with disgust for her actions. Did she care? Oh hell no! Ronnie rested assured that if someone ever had to deal with two leggers who freely took what they wanted and when they felt like it that anyone would be causing a row!
She could count on her hooves all of the times that others had found the balls and the courage to chastise her for 'tarnishing' the image of the unicorn from its pure and kindly persona and discouraging her from being reckless. It was side splitting as it seemed that others were attempting to convert her into this newfound 'religion' of being virtuous and good that often she just laughed in their faces and walked away. Since when was the world so bland in its taste of fun? It seemed everything went downhill once they came and the only way to save the world from the fun suckers was to ride of them.
As her pink orbs scowered the waters and narrowed with an attempt to see through the glassy surface it seemed that someone else was nearby. At first it was a simple scent that loomed within the breeze and Ronnie regarded it as nothing at all and nor did she care though it seemed that whoever it was coudn't help but draw closer for a look.
Pretending that she wasn't aware, the mare continued to look downward though her eyes slyly diverted to the side as she could see the oncomers reflection cast within the water giving her a hint as to who or what it was even before their voice flowed smooth against the rivers bubbling.
Her ears flicked slightly, maw dropping as he began to speak.
What. The. Hell? It was one thing to speak elegant and be adorned with some sort of two legger contraption which nearly ate his face but this? Wow. Thiiiiis was unexpected. Not only that but he was tying in sabotage to the elegance of her looks? She stifled a laugh as best she could as it sounded more like a chuckle or dare say a sarcastic giggle.
"Okay- wow. Can we back track? All of that sophisticated mumbo jumbo with a very noticeable attempt at trying to, dare I say, 'woo' me just went straight over my head," she replied, looking at him by means of the waters cast reflection of the stallion. Her tail flicked into the water, swaying as she arched a brow and gave a very coy smile.
"Though you're one of the few to ever recognize the beauty of sabotage it seems that you're far from the single-minded stereotype. I like it."
And as if somehow a said deity or mess of spirits were actually granting her a wish, the mare couldn't help but raise her brows and tilt her head ever so slightly to the side. "Not too much to ask? If you can kick out and have a knack for breaking things in the name of all things rebellion and revenge then impose away! A good change up is needed and the more destruction the merrier," she grinned, swaying her tail within the water as she turned around to face him. For a moment she couldn't help but stare at the so called item upon his face, it was strange and reminded her of something she had seen once worn by another soquili though it registered as something crafted by two-leggers.
"Are you an escapee from prison or wear it in favor of hiding some of your identity," she questioned, almost with a musing tone as she quirked a brow. "But I digress-names Ronnie and you, masked rebel?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:20 am
Masked rebel?
My. Well. That was a new one. Bright liked to saunter into a scene all tousled hair and vibrate feathers, obfuscating his intentions in a flurry of gallant rhetoric. It usually netted him a lot of staring at his horn or envious chatter about flight. He wasn't really the sort to be arrogant, but he understood very well what the world expected of an Alicorn, and tried to fit that sterling image as closely as possible. There were not many downsides to being liked. He rather enjoyed being trusted and giggled over wherever he went.
Yet Ronnie's reaction was refreshing. Bracing, like the cold water rushing past his fetlocks. He supposed he'd have to work harder with this one, since a unicorn would know the power of appearances as well as he did. The prospect made him laugh in spite of himself.
"A rebel? Oh, my, no, dear lady, I could not possibly know what you are talking about." He grinned, blue eyes sparkling in the noonday sun. It as hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Everything about his smile and his posture seemed utterly sincere, but his words were just too over-the-top. "Surely you have noted the horn on my brow and the wings on my shoulders. An Alicorn such as myself would never venture to do anything so crass as rebel, when there are damsels to rescue, innocent foals to heal, and noble quests that I could be undertaking. My name is Bright, and I assure you that I am a stallion of the utmost moral fiber."
He spread his wings and inclined his head, in an odd, equine sort of bow, before craning his neck to get a better look at what Ronnie was doing in the water. It didn't bother him if she thought his mask or his speech patterns odd. Bright would much rather be distinctive and memorable than ordinary and forgotten.
"Which is why I must humbly submit myself to your mercy."
He flicked his tail to indicate a faint path through the trees, just downstream from them.
"I came to do a little... mmm, reconaissance, shall we say, of the local menace. And you seem quite familiar with the undoing of their odd devices. Would you be amenable to a short excursion? You would be of great help, ad breaking into a teepee is bound to be at least somewhat amusing and informative."
The clear water looked awfully tempting! Bright bent his head to take a drink, before continuing on with his little pitch.
"It would, of course, be a highly moral endeavor. Our kind are rarely fallible in these matters," he said, glancing up at the mare through thick, dark lashes. The grin hadn't faded. He wasn't even lying. After what they'd done to his father, anything that fell back on the two-leggers could only be properly described as a good and righteous crusade.
"But I of course understand if a beauty of your calibre has other pursuits to occupy her hours. I would be very honored to have your company."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:24 pm
Somehow one way or another it seemed that the afternoon was already starting to become far more interesting than it previously was. Other than dismantling and bringing two legger traps to ruins Ronnie was finding great amusement in the stallion. It seemed like stallions these days just had to play the role of the gallant, chivalrous charmer and simply sweep a mare off her hooves if only pining for him to speak again- to listen to such elegant diction while her own mind was to be captivated and held hostage by such an act. The mare smirked, rolling her eyes yet again as she flicked her tail to the side and took a step forward as the brisk waters lightly tugged at her feathered fetlocks.
"Oh dear sir," she replied with a replicated grin. "I've been kickin' trash and takin' names for a looooong time. I think I know the slippery from the sticky if you know what I mean." Her tone held some sarcasm though there was so much more to lead her to believe that behind that stalward posture, sincerity and diction that seemed a bit too over the top Ronnie was certain that there was something more, much more, behind that shiny pink mask. Black ears flicked slightly as she stared at him for a moment but simply laughed.
Was this for real? He seemed to be trying to hide something but his words seemed to be hastily trying to convince her otherwise. Nobody was perfect and having a unicorn horn, wings or even a spaded tail didn't mean that everyone followed the status quo.
"Keep telling yourself that. I'm sure that's a great statement to all hopeful stallions looking to just make every mare swoon! But everyone has their share of a hidden skeleton," she shrugged. "Just because you have a unicorn horn or the wings on your shoulder doesn't mean that you're under some spell to have to follow the 'guidelines' but dare I say its a hell of an act to find favor with mares, isn't it? But let me cut to the chase- let the other 'wannabe-heroes' save the damsels, foals are foals and get hurt and live, and the only nobel quest often result in death, discouragement and a loss of a limb or two. Rules are meant to be broken and the status quo is a fan-freaking-tastic joke. Try living more and 'wooing' less; you'll live longer."
Bright certainly was interesting and somehow haphazardly refreshing compared to many of the other stallions she had crossed paths with and given a decent beating to. Though not all stallions were so clean cut and well mannered and, even still, it seemed more like an act for attention and affection yet it was too hard to ignore as there were so many ways to slowly creep under that mask. But it seemed that, once again, his over-the-top way of speaking struck a nerve or something odd which caused the mare to laugh one more with a howl.
"Submit to my mercy, so soon? I would have thought you would have held out longer than that. What a shame." Though aside from the dose of sarcasm once again, the mare watched as his tail seemed to almost hint towards a small path and, slowly, a wide grin began to creep across her black lips.
Ah- so the truth was coming out now, wasn't it? About time!
Her ears erected upwards, attentive as rose a brow. "So the gallant and chivalrous Alicorn dooooes have a rebellious side," she teased. "Though if you're looking for a bit of destructive yet fascinating fun with the two leggers then I'm pretty damn sure that's hard for myself to opt out of and what's this; Breaking and enterning? Oh, you had me at reconaissance," Ronnie replied with a fake sigh and fluttering eyes.
A gentle breeze wisped up strings of her mane as she gave a gentle shake of her head. Certainly it was a highly moral endeavor and they were putting the well respected reputation of all Alicorn and Unicorns on the line! What to do, what to do?
"Please- I don't have a clean slate to be concerned over though I do hope you're up for the challenge; reputations are made, shattered and mended in these ordeals. Can you live with it. Let's weigh the options: sit here and do nothing or break into a village to intrude into a teepee and perhaps pilfer some goodies? Uhm. Let me think. I'll take 'break into a village' for five bushels of apples, Trebek!"
She smirked as she strode to the side of him and in front of him, a subtle although devious grin twisting her smirk as she flicked her tail upwards to brush against his chest and up under his chin.
"There's no better way to spend my hours than being reckless. Just watch out, I can't guarentee your safety from this little 'crusade' if you so happen to become tainted by a bad influence. Though a little rebellion would be peeerfect with that pink mask of yours- real stallions wear pink, you know." Looking back towards Bright, Ronnie wiggled her brows.
"Shall we?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:55 pm
Bright beamed his approval, all artfully tousled hair and shining blue eyes. It seemed that someone fancied herself quite the urchin. As far as facades went he found it rather charming. He imagined that level of frankness very quickly threw most Soquili off guard.
How utterly delightful!
It was a pity that Ronnie'd clearly never been taught that one caught more flies with honey than with vinegar. Living up to his image had never stopped Bright from accomplishing whatever he wanted. Quite the opposite. And cutting loose-
That might be nice. Might even be a relief. But it simply wasn't an option. He'd worked so hard for so long that even he didn't know exactly what lay under his mask.
"I would be delighted to accompany m'lady wherever she wishes. Indeed, I cannot begin to describe how thankful I am that you've deigned to accompany me on this endeavor." The stallion laughed and flicked his tail, stance full of fun. He was hardly offended by her little barbs. When a colt was born with violently pink hair, he either learned to cringe at the sight of his own reflection or developed an abnormal level of boldness.
"But I fear you may be under some grave misapprehensions! First off, we shall hardly need to sneak into the village when surely any two-legger can tell our innate goodness from the horns on our foreheads. The challenge shall not be in gaining entrance, but rather in failing to get caught in more controversial endeavors. Our innocence speaks for itself."
He winked, tossed his mane, and began proceeding down the path towards the village at a slow trot. It was expected that Ronnie would follow.
"Secondly, I fear I cannot allow you to be the siren that sings me to rebellion. There is nothing staid and unenjoyable about undertaking positive endeavors. Are we not aiding our fellow Soquili in resisting the lure of degrading servitude? Surely a noble heart beats underneath your brash exterior. I knew it the very instant I saw you."
Actually, he knew no such thing. Ronnie was astonishingly honest about her desires considering that they'd just met. But the game wasn't lost simply because she'd pointed out of the obvious about stereotypes concerning unicorns. All mares eventually wished to play damsel. It was what made them biddable and ultimately disappointing.
At least this would be fun while it lasted.
Bright cast Ronnie a soulful, wounded look over his shoulder. It was fake, of course, but fake in the manner of very fine artistic forgeries. His face was well-suited to puppy-dog eyes.
"For that reason, I shall forgive the scandalous presumptions you've made about my character."
The sound of the stream faded behind them.
"So it's thrill that brings you to the cause of wanton destruction? I had rather cast you as a modern-day champion of liberation. It's very good of you aid in my quest without knowing the exactly goal of it."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 2:00 pm
Perhaps not so much an urchin but Ronnie definitely stuck to her guns and to her individuality. It was not only engraved in her mentality since she could remember but it was a part of her that no one could tear away from her. It was instinct, naturally, though it seemed that everyone else had pathetically lost their spine along the way or seemed to become so serious stick in the muds and goody-four hooves. But even still with his appearance almost drowning itself in the chivalrous and valliant stallion maybe Bright coooould be believeable if he eased up as it seemed that too much of a good thing often made the senses numb and immune to such 'charm'.
The mare smirked with a slight roll of her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. A nice change up from this scene and from my routine was a bit hard for anyone to pass up. Besides; same, same, same is boring, boring, boring." Following at a pace that situated her beside the stallion, Ronnie exhaled her breath upwards with a slight curl of her lips as blonde locks of mane wisped slightly. "Least I could do since I doubt you'd find anyone else who would ever consider breaking and entering," she mused.
Her bold and rather straightforward nature often lead her into all sorts of amusing trouble and situations but this one seemed a bit different. Granted that Bright seemed a bit too into his role of the savior for weeping mares and injured foals but somehow it seemed that the mask he wore was settled upon his face a bit too tightly. Walking beside him the mare pursed her lips slightly as her pink orbs looked ahead upon the lightly trodded path while the cogs of her mind were turning almost in a curious manner. She wasn't a mind reader but already Ronnie was cueing into the signs and body language about the stallion beside her. Why in the hell would such a gallant stallion want to break into a teepee? Though it seemed that most soquili either found favor with the two legged freaks or despised them such as she it seemed that their certainly was a different air about Bright that could only make a slow grin creep across her black lips.
Could it be?
"Perhaps though it seems we covered our bases with our appearance but if we get caught then we're pretty much screwed. Whose to say that one of them wouldn't want to try to break you and keep you for themselves? Trust me, I know how it goes: First comes the food to lure you in, then comes the others with the ropes and if you're too distracted and uncertain that the longer you linger the faster you'll be letting them ride you." Her tone was a bit more serious, more than a dallap of dislike for the Kawani almost dripping with each word.
She had seen it happen on more than one occassion and with herself being a past prisoner to their own device she held a rooted hatred for them. Whoever died and made them the newfound rules of the land or what lead predator did they overthrow? Damn their sharp sticks and strange little, shap sticks which they could project out! Granted that she had tried to save both friends and acquaintances from their fate it seemed that the Kawani had thought her a prize or a fine specimen for them to capture though a rebellious spirit couldn't be held for long nor controlled. Though she had managed to escape they stole more than her time- they stole those she loved. Leaving their own strange objects which they adorned her with, Ronnie could feel her spirits enrage and seek to even the score.
There wasn't enough traps in the world she could dismantle to rid of her anger nor soothe it but breaking and entering into a village and a teepee? Truly it could only do little but it would help a bit.
Behind her, her lions tail swayed and flicked as she remained silent if only for a minute. Though it seemed that Bright was a bit concerned with more than his reputation only making the mare give a mock pouting face. "A siren? Please! Of all stallions I thought you would recognize the voice of your conscience when it spoke to you? But let me correct that sentence for you: Everything is staid and enjoyable when undertaking righteous desires." Ronnie laughed, a smirk crossing her maw as she canted her head slightly.
"And are we not to draw the line clearer for others to follow? Sometimes being a leader means you have to step out of bounds and do things that you think are 'immoral' so others can find the confidence to break free from whatever chains them. Even heroes have to play the villians sometimes." Though at his last comment she laughed, shaking her head.
"Oh but brash is the new 'beauty'! Though I'm fairly certain that there is a streak of rebellion or- dare I say, revenge in you. You're fighting for something, aren't you?"
Though it seemed that the slight blow to his character churned something as the fine artistic craft and forgeries defined themselves upon his face, molding it to seem that it was missing more of the tail to curl at his stomach and his ears to flatten more against his skull it would send a stronger presentation of 'wounded'. Ronnie simply chuckle, wiggling her brows again as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Scandalous? The scandal being committed currently would be that you have more intentions to crusade through a village and break into a teepee with a motive you've yet to explain. I've rampaged though villages before though most of the time with a cause and I'm sure that you have such a reason, don't you Bright?" A rather curious yet serious expression crossed over her maw, eyes narrowing into his pools of pristine blue as a single brow arched upwards. She was certain he was hiding something- some underlying cause for such a call to action though it seemed that it would have to be coaxed out.
"I'm not just doing it for the thrill," she commented, swaying her head softly to the side as tapered locks of blonde swayed upwards and the flowers weaved into her mane remained in tact. "Revenge, maybe, but the thrill just comes with it. Those Kawani took my friends and they took me too once but after knocking a few heads and making a bit of a row I got myself out of it."
Ronnie chuckled slightly, shaking her head. "Mhm, not so much. Couldn't liberate them so trying to even the score with them though friends don't have a price so I'll be bringing them to ruins until the day I die."
For a moment she looked away, narrowing her eyes slightly as the sound of the river had long faded and that scent of kindling wood seemed to linger within the air lightly though soon it would become pungent and sharp along with the sight of teepees and two leggers, most likely, within the perimeter. Rebellion did wonders in hiding the underlying cause and the thrill of the hunt, so to speak, helped to soothe the remnant pain but rebellion and standing out from the crowd was created by an underlying cause for every individual.
Ronnie glanced to the side. "So what would be the cause you fight for? I won't believe you if you say for the good of all soquili, mares or sickly foals, just so you know. There's something more."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:10 pm
The idea that Ronnie's attitude might be entirely genuine hadn't occurred to Bright. Not seriously, at least. Showing one's true self was as dangerous as bowing before a skinwalker and baring throat. It revealed weakness and ugliness and all the things the world would rather not see. What Soquili of any intelligence would take such a risk for so little reward?
But there Ronnie was, burning with the naked desire for vengeance. It was fascinating, really. Like watching a thunderbolt strike a tree branch and blossom into a shower of sparks. He wondered what it would take to bring that sort of raw vitality to his own performance.
If he'd been born the Alicorn he could have been, the one that pleased his parents and peers and took to heroism as naturally as breathing, then maybe-
But he hadn't been. So it didn't matter. If wishes were horses, Bright would have a whole herd.
"Amongst these long-ago friends of yours- was there a stallion who looked like me?"
The stallion wheeled about to look at the mare, stance full of newfound seriousness. He studied Ronnie with every bit of intensity he could muster, as though if he tried hard enough he could peer through her skin and catch sight of her true intentions. His body blocked the overgrown forest path.
Perhaps this time Bright could afford a little truth in advertising. He'd do what it took to get what he needed.
"Magenta hair and orange wings, but with a light pink body and less leonine tail? He'd be older. Well into his prime."
Bright tilted his head so that his short mane streamed out behind him in the breeze, and allowed a slow, dark smile spread across his face. His eyes closed into happy little crescents, so that she couldn't see the spark in their blue depths.
"I encourage you to see your quest however you like. Semantics are a powerful force for perception. But whether you choose to view your quest as an angry rebellion, or as a noble crusade- the descriptor doesn't change it's essential character, does it?"
He tilted his head back and laughed.
"I, for one, choose to be positive, so I hope you will forgive me for flattering your courage and insisting that nothing but righteousness could lie beneath such a beautiful breast."
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 11:42 pm
Perhaps it was a danger to fully expose the truth of ones being yet wasn't the crime of pretending to be something that one truly wasn't or masking ones self to hide individuality a far dangerous act? It would seem that using the symbolism of submitting to a skinwalker and extending ones own neck out in awaiting the killing blow seemed a bit too out there and to think of exposing ones self without regret or shame wasn't a weakness at all. Hell, perhaps if more soquili opted to truly show their character rather than blending in with the rest of the herd then the rest of the world wouldn't be constantly stuck in square one! Although the idea of hiding ones 'ugliness' only made the unicorn slip a grin across her black lips. People who often thought of it as ugliness must be dealing with a complex themselves, she often thought. And as for the reward- who cared? The risk was something that could offer more pleasure than a measley n** on the back or praise.
The mare was much more than a thunderbolt that would streak across the bleak sky- she was the storm that encompassed those raw powers and had a knack for unleashing them at certain times. Unruly, rebellious and defying the 'norm', Ronnie tried to leave her mark however she could.
As her tail flicked behind her she gave a secret smug expression, a small chuckle rising from her chest. What was the benefit to succumbing to conformity? Simply, there was nothing and nor could any good come from it.
Although before the mare could muse something else during the silence Brights sudden pivoting to face her along with his question caused Ronnie to abruptly stall within her fotting. "What?" Her brows furrowed while black ears swiveled back and nearly pinned against her head. "Like you? What's springing this random trip down memory lane demand?" Ronnie flared her nostrils slightly while she looked him up and down before her pink eyes narrowed into his pools of pristine blue. Already she could seem to feel something in the works or perhaps this was a piece of what the masked rebel seemed to conceal. Ronnie pursed her lips slightly while she silently sorted through her memories though out of all of them a rather hazy remembrance of one stallion, that soft pink toned stalion, that seemed to stand out.
"I use to rule this whole damn world once," she smirked, flicking her tail as she walked forward, "and had a hell of a good entourage. But your description seems to strike a vauge rememberance." A brow arched upwards as she gently pressed her face closer to his. "Why the curiousity, Bright? Have you another need for a crusade stowed away under your mask?" Carefully she eyed him, walking around him in a casual circle. "I'll lay it out on the table; I only knew him though another one of my friends though not quite personally. A good stallion though it seemed the best of them often get snatched up by those damn two leggers," she admitted although the truth was an often painful bugger. Although the mare sweared that sooner or later those Kawani would learn their place, she'd make sure of it.
"A good stallion- Swift wing, Swift wind? Something like that," she commented.
She didn't think much of it, really, as Bright seemed to let a rather dark smile slide across his lips while his eyes seemed to be silently conveying appeal although Ronnie tired her best not to laugh and simply play along.
The mare slid up against him, flicking her tail at his muzzle as she chuckled softly. "Perhaps it does. Though you're quite aware that there is a difference between charm and complete bullshit, right?" Her tail gave a final tap against his nose as she peered over her shoulder, grinning nearly from ear to ear as the kukui necklaces around her neck swayed slightly and her tousled blonde mane whisped ever so slightly. Granted that there was a part of her that did have to give the stallion props for dilligently keeping up an image that seemed rather foolproof to the untrained, the mare was finding it amusing and seemed to wonder how many mares and slightly swayed stallions had fallen for this? Oh what fun it must be to watch their reactions, play along and simply twist their whole mentality and outlook far from what the actuality of it all was!
How clever and tricky!
Ah, and yet he persisted to lather her with his charm.
Ronnie nearly giggled with laughter, shaking her head for a moment before glancing back towards him as she pulled ahead. "Lie beneath my breast? Hmm, well I hate to break it to you but I've been told that the best place to spend your time looking would be my humps," she replied, almost with a twinge of a sweet though mysterious twist of a voice accompanied along with a wink.
"Though the other stallions must have been after something more than my desires for righteousness, hm?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:35 am
One was an actor, and the other was a rebel, but in the end they were both after the same thing: distinction, drama, and the glorious glare of the spotlight. They were bound and determined to stand out from the crowd, and thrived on the thrill of being rare curiousities. Perhaps that kinship was what kept them from completely misunderstanding one another.
"I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about," Bright said mildly, as though he hadn't chosen that exact moment to let his eyes wander down the supple curve of Ronnie's flank. Apparently irony and sarcasm was not off-limits to virtuous Alicorns of style and taste. Or maybe the mare was beginning to wear him down ever-so slightly. It wasn't like Bright to ham things up this much, as though his act were a sly joke rather than a tool. Was this what other Soquili meant when they spoke of being reckless?
"A courting gentleman would surely turn his attention to flowers and sweet grasses that could be presented as gifts, rather than transient physical attributes. It wounds me to my very soul to think that you might have been subjected to such laggards. I assure you that my own intentions are entirely pure."
Purely what, he didn't say. There were ways of lying without ever uttering a falsehood, and Bright was practiced in every one of them.
After one last, lingering glance at Ronnie's long fetlocks, Bright finally turned his head to look down the overgrown path.
"Swift Wind is my father. He was used as a slave, then cast out with no memory to speak of. Presumably his owner didn't care to possess a Soquili that required rehabilitation."
The absence of melodrama in his pronouncement was his way of honoring his parents. Were he speaking of anyone else, he'd milk those tragic events for every bit of drama they were worth.
"I like living here. Don't you? It's rather lively. So many complex species milling about, civilized and otherwise. There are all sorts of things for a noble and right-minded stallion such as myself to involve himself with. But I'm not going to let myself be abused the way my father was. Hence, this expedition is reconnaissance."
He smiled and flicked his tail in a gesture of mea culpa.
"Ah! I grow so absorbed in my plans that I am utterly remiss. You ruled the world once, you say? Surely I should speak more formally if I am addressing royalty," he said teasingly, instantly lightening the mood. "Do forgive any trespasses that I have inadvertently committed, my Lady."
With that, Bright returned to trotting down the path, leading them both towards the vague outline of a Kawani teepee that appeared through the trees.
Fancy him forgetting his manners around an older mare! Of course, Ronnie didn't look as though she could be that old, even if she did know his father from back in the day.
((Ronnie is a cougar? That's... actually pretty awesome. XDDDD))
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:49 am
((XD I guess you can say that minus the age factor. In age she'd be like a fresh adult or something? I don't even know- obviously since I've been ignoring her this is what I have to work with XDDDD))
Kinship was one way of describing it along with thinking the two were certainly lured by a piece of the other that could become useful and well needed within their own bag of tricks. It was surprising admittedly even to Ronnie that it seemed that back in the day this would have been one of her targets, someone she would have stomped all over but now- well it seemed that her eyes must have been opened as the realization of opportunities galore were surging through her mind. And to think, both the actor and the rebel were soon to write a whole new chapter within the book of mystery and mayhem which was dedicated to revenge against the Kawani! This was soon to be a best seller for sure.
"Mhmmmm," she rolled her eyes as a slight chuckle escaped from her lips. "From a daring crusader of injured foals everywhere it seems someones slooooowly breaking. Just be careful of that mask- god knows you don't want it to fall off your face and reveal yourself to the world now, do you?"
It seemed the world had a habit of situating each individual with an invisible mask, something they desired to cover their face and hide them from the world around them. With a mask they would be free to be whoever they wanted to be while others were left baffled or even curious of the true identity of any masked rebel or crusader. But the physical masks often did a better job for son to truly hide themselves and keeping others away yet already the mare was starting to see something chip away and bringing out those real intentions from the masked stallion. Though actors always seemed to be well versed in switching roles and taking on a new cameo it seemed like it would be a bit hard to keep up with or follow without a script, wouldn't it? Perhaps. But it seemed that even before all of this Ronnie had reviewed and edited it.
As it seemed that Bright had certainly drank in her form the mare laughed, shaking her head while her messy mane of blonde swayed. "Flowers and sweet grasses? I might be fresh into the scene but pleaaaase- offering food to a girl is only conveying that you think that she needs to eat more or all that she thinks about is food. You're better off to stick to shiny things." Though as Bright continued Ronnie only howled with laughter. "That's great, oh god that's great! I'll write that in my journal tonight:
Dear diary, today for the first time a stallion overlooked my trasient physical attribues. Why are stallions so dense, diary? Why can't they see that most of them either want to hit it with any and every mare and that they're like an open book? I don't think anyone understands me but you diary."
She chuckled from within her chest as she flicked her tail. Ronnie watched as the stallion drank in his final view of her and seemed to look towards the less trodden path. As he spoke, the mare canted her head slightly. Ah, so she was right. Put another mark on her tally, Ronnie was racking them in! Although aside from the silent celebration of a damn fine investigation the mare pursed her lips.
"I saw him when I was a small runt about the time they took my parents or- I think I did," Ronnie commented, a bit somberly as she knitted her brows. "I've seen a lot of stallions with masks though a good majority of them while I was held captive or passing through the villages uninvited." The short story about Brights father seemed to strike a raw nerve- a hatred and a greater despise. To take captive a magnificient beast and then abadon it even when rehabilitation and needs were required? How disgusting! Though it was a bit of a sore subject for her to think about as she had been held captive once- not too long ago, really. There were many who argued that the Kawani were good people though it seemed that Ronnie was dealt the short side of the stick. They had attempted to break her, seeking to ride her for show and pride but the mare was sure as hell unwilling and damn certain that such a thing would never happen. It seemed that beating a soquili was the best way to beat out the rebellion, right? Oh how wrong they were! If anything it only made Ronnie more reckless and opposed to the 'norm'. Aside from that factor it was that some of her own memory was stolen as they had stuck a blow or two against her head which down the road made the mare susceptable to some loss of memory and somewhat broken although she did her damn best to hide it.
The mare's jowls gritted together slightly althoug a small grin found its way upon her maw.
"Seems like we both have damn good reasons to give 'em hell," she nodded. "Though I agree, at least here we can seek out all sorts of fun, educational and engaging things to do. Just think, at this rate we could be teaching small foals how to righteously fight on behalf of their families and friends! Certainly that's a heroic crusade isn't it?"
Bright's wit seemed to cause her to laugh a bit before showing a bit of false seriousness. "Royalty? I don't think there's an adaquet way you can address a former ruler of the world though if you continue I might be forced to have off with your head," she replied. "And believe me I have quite the collection!"
Ronnie also seemed to kick up her pace as she followed the stallion down the path to where the rampage would commence. Already that strong scent of kindling wood and smoke hung within the air while the sound of voices and strange words seemed to chatter softly against the background while a mounting sensation seemed to rise within the mare. Oh damn, of all villages and all places they were coming to this one? It wasn't even a few days before she had made a hell of a run through and dismantled what she could yet, somehow, the mare was certain that she was a bit hard to forget and this now could get interesting. She laughed slightly with a intake of a breath and a sigh.
"Well, seems like they get a double dose of mayhem and righteous crusading antics again," the mare mused. "Though if it gets sticky how do I know you won't bail out and leave me? I don't have wings you know and I'll tell you- they miiiiight recognize me in there but for righteous causes they claim to be mischief and unconstitutional, of course. Kawani people believe they do no wrong and have every right when truly they don't," she added.
She half expected to take one step and be greeted with restricting rope and those sharp, pointy sticks! It was obvious that she needed a bit of a disguise or something to throw them off but what? Would they remember her or were they as dense as a log? Though if things did get a little sticky she did have hooves and a nice sharp horn atop her head that could prove useful although there were how many of them and only she and Bright?
It certainly would be another fight against the odds!
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:29 pm
Crusader for injured foals everywhere? Mmm, Bright could hardly remember mentioning that particular hobby, but it warmed his heart to think that Ronnie would make the assumption, even if it was only a matter of sarcasm. The best kind of acting forced the audience to fill in their own blanks after offering a few vague cues. It was so much easier to project an image when the watcher did half the work. How else could Bright ever hope to equal the ideals that people constructed in their own minds?
"Indeed. We could be quite educational. I dare say we might even aspire to be role models, in the manner of my own mentor." A stallion so black-hearted that Bright wondered how he hadn't been lynched by the forces of light years ago. Honestly, Kiyoshi was marvelously strong and intelligent, but he had no sense of how to move the right hoof so that no one noticed what the left one was doing. 'Sinister' might as well be written on his forehead in Kawani script. Bright could scarcely believe that he'd once been so naive as to trust Kiyoshi without reservation. He credited the mutant for teaching him the realities of the world. "There's no harm in inspiring the next generation to greater things, is there?"
He scanned the shape of the teepee they'd approached, taking in the way that taut skin stretched across stripped logs. Feh. Omnivores. The whole business of killing animals wasn't exactly against Bright's morals, but it struck him as highly uncivilized. No truly peaceful people who emulate the practices of Kalona and Skinwalkers in their quest for survival.
"I think-" Bright grinned, a little more darkly than he might have liked. This mare needed to stop encouraging him to have fun before he went and did something foolish. Ah, but she did have a very nice laugh, sharp and clear as the point of an arrowhead. "That we should put on a show."
The stallion chuckled, low and deep in his throat.
"My dear lady, if you're asking why you should trust me, there is absolutely no proof of good faith I can offer you aside from the strength of my word and the manifest purity of my heart. But perhaps an act of chivalry will impress you in place of a bauble."
Bright tossed his head in the direction of the village, pink-white mane dappled with patches of sunlight. As far as coloring went, he stood out just as much as Ronnie did. Peaches, pinks, and midnight black were not exactly conducive to stealth. Not even at night.
"As you say, I have wings and you do not. I therefore behooves me to place myself in greater danger. I suggest that I visit my benevolence upon this poor, benighted two-legger village, and create such a spectacle of a distraction that you can wreak the havoc you desire to your heart's content."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:44 pm
(( D: sorry for the wait! <3))
The idea of being educational caused a smrik to play across the mares maw, pink hued eyes narrowing slightly as she mused. "Educational? Oh- now we're to be role models? Seems like we're, perhaps, the only decent creatures around to save the falling generation from wasting away in a blissful, surreal world of theirs. It seems that every generation becomes more deteriorated and idle in false rendering of what the world really is like." A real shame, wasn't it? It felt as if each generation was accepting the candy coated facts of the world and ignoring the values that really mattered.
Where was the stand out crowd? The fighters and the rebels? They couldn't be dying out- that was impossible! Though if it truly was happening and the world was becoming more obsolete and civil then who was better to fix it then the two of them?
"Not at all! We'd be doing a favor for the public and service none the less," Ronnie commented. "At this rate we'd best offer courses on how to inspire the next generation!"
The smell of kindling fires and the smoke that smothered the air was thick, causing the mare to snort through her nostrils and flick her ears back slightly. She never liked the Kawani people and nor would she ever will; their methods of stripping soquili from their home and using them to take on their burdensom work was something that never appealed to her. Already Ronnie was starting to feel that coursing surge of rebellion within her veins. The mere thought seemed to stir a rancid taste within her mouth with only stirred her emotions and reckless desires.
Glancing over towards the stallion, Ronnie watched as a dark grin breached across his maw and, likewise, she couldn't help but chuckle softly as her leonine tail swayed behind her with a flick.
Her ears couldn't help but perk upwards, trigging at an instant with such pleasurable words. "A show- brilliant! A hell of an idea since it seems this place hasn't had much excitement. If they like it so much we'll give 'em an encore too," she added. "I have a feeling they'll really, really, like it."
She had before questioned him of why she should trust him although now she was starting to find that he was one of the few that she could trust. Granted the mare was to stay sharp and quick on her hooves yet this was an adventure at hand! But although his words did seem somewhat off the richter and at a level that she herself had a hard time trying to fathome, Bright certainly was a clever one. Her lips pursed slightly as she rose a brow. Well, if anything was to happen and was heading the wrong direction which the two of them were aiming towards then she'd certainly not object to knocking a few heads around!
And as far as their color scheme it seemed that even with Bright having wings that he'd be just as visible as she was. Somehow the genetics for a stealthy appearance had eluded them both.
Eyeing him, the mare laughed. "Mhmm, suuuuure. Well just remember you don't get all of the fun- though I think I can teach you a few new tricks that will make this event a bit more entertaining." Nearing closer towards the proximity of the village, Ronnie looked toward the stallion with a smirk.
"So what now? I think the audience has waited long enough, haven't they?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:43 pm
((<3333!))
"Marvelous! So glad we've come to an accord, my dear." Bright beamed with satisfaction that almost - maybe? - might have been truly genuine. The Alicorn rather liked his little dramas, but it could be dreadfully dreary to trot onto the stage when no one was around realized he was playing a role. Shows were meant to be appreciated. He felt an unexpected thrill at the thought, and the unaccountable urge to impress his new audience.
It was a pity that his charming new partner was so unrefined. Bright would never have realized that Ronnie possessed an excess of cunning from way she spoke. Oh well. That rebel urchin business had a charm of its own, and there was never any harm in being underestimated. He wouldn't be making that mistake any time soon.
"I shall be off, then. Do keep your eyes open." The Alicorn winked. "Baiting the Kawani is motivation enough for me to act, but a gentleman always tries a little bit harder when there's a beautiful lady watching."
With that, Bright flexed his wings and took off running, speeding forward until he caught a breeze and his hooves were treading air rather than bracken. He circled high above the squat teepees of the village outskirts, repressing the urge to wrinkle his nose at the smell of greasy smoke, and plotted his entrance.
Violence would be no good. He saw no natural enemies here, and in any case, bloodshed was a terribly distasteful activity. All that red would most certainly make him look like a ghastly brute.
No conveniently lost child presented itself, and the area was frustratingly empty of sick animals to cure. Clearly Bright was going to have to get proactive.
The stallion swept down into a busy path, angling his descent so that his wing-tips brushed the edge of a blooming apple-tree and his landing was heralded by a cloud of white flower petals. He flicked his ears forward, pasted a beatific smile on his face, and approached a gaggle of giggling teenaged girls who were walking down to the river for water.
One of the Kawani lasses - a pump young lady with nut-brown hair - babbled something in her dissonant human tongue and excitedly offered Bright an apple that she'd been keeping in her skirts. Ugh! The human expected him to eat from her hand? How vile. He refused to even consider it. Even so, her distraction was useful. Bright made a show of tentatively considering the fruit, then whipped out his leonine tail to trip one of the humans who was busy watching his mouth. She toppled over into the path, falling into a falling into a patch of stinging nettles.
Her wails pierced the area like the yowling of a wet cat, yet none of the Kawani seemed to realize that Bright had been behind the entire incident. He heroically turned away from the apple to pull her up and tend to her wounds, his horn all aglow with the magic of his ancestors.
An elderly matron ran out of a nearby teepee to see what all the fuss was about, leaving it completely clear for Ronnie's exploits. Bright, with all eyes on his horn, was able to flick her a cheeky wave with one of his wing-tips.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 5:55 am
"Well its better we agree on something than follow rogue priciples, hmm?" Ronnie gave a simple smirk as her leonine tail swayed gently with a simple flick. The gold bangles around her tail clinked and gave a shrill, metallic echo as she eyed the stallion for a moment. Perhaps it was that hidden look supressed somewhere in his plethora of subtle expressions that she found Bright to be amusing and somewhat a bit closed minded and locked within the current scene of lifes on going play. Yet getting under his skin and attempting to mold what she could of the eccentric male certainly never lost its appeal and Ronnie rather enjoyed it to a degree. Even his thick, almost intoxicating way of robust chivalry and gallant acts did seem over the top though, somehow, she'd find great amusement watching him work his ways with both soquili and those two legged fiends.
The mare quirked a brow upwards along with a slight roll of her eyes. "Oh they'll be open. You'd better not mess up and keep cool under pressure," she commented. "Wouldn't want to dissapoint your audience, would you Bright?"
Before she had enough time to open her maw again, the stallion took off running and leapt into the air. For a moment she frowned, pink orbs narrowing up towards him while she managed to temporarily, if only for a moment, deter her gaze towards the village and move in closer. Watching as Bright descended, Ronnie moved in just a bit closer where it seemed that already the refined actor was setting the stage for what was bound to be the greatest scene that the villagers certianly would never forget. For the moment the mare was somewhat curious- anxiously watching for what antics and showmanship the stallion would put on the table. If she had asked for a sign, she had seen it. It was glorious! Tripping a two legged with his own tail into a patch of stinging nettle? Genius. A broad grin stretched across her maw as Ronnie chuckled softly to herself and shook her head.
What a fool two leggers were!
Though, as expected, the felon seemed to redeem himself the hero as he assisted her up and tended to her wounds. A scowl and a snort escaped from the unicorn.
"Couldn't keep her in distress, could he?"
Ronnie brushed the thought off as she snapped her attention towards the oncoming elder who was nearing towards Bright and the two legged female. The scowl that hung across her maw instantly become something of a devious smirk within less than a second. This was it! Watching as the elder slowly approached due to the previous howl of pain, the mare caught hold of Brights cheeky sign and began to slowly meander her way closer towards the teepee.
Already she could feel her adrenaline racing and excitement pulsing throug her veins but, most importantly, she was staying calm, reserved and portraying a simply curious soquili and nothing more. Charm was something she never quite weilded openly but, in this case, this was to be an acception if it meant getting away with the best crime and rebellious act that none had ever committed. Bypassing the unfolding events between Bright and the two two leggeds, Ronnie slowly drifted towards the teepee as she was within several feet of the entrance. She was stepping hoof where no soquili had gone before and, slowly, the mare was inching her muzzle to brush against the open flaps as her head slowly found its way to sneak inside. In all but an instant her eyes were simply lured and dazzled by the vast assortment of objects. She had already been previously exposed to most of the two leggeds trinkets but these certainly were strange! There was a strange looking stick, pouches of animal hide, strange herbs tied in bundles and an assortment of animal pelts. Standing there somehow the mare could only smirk at the idea of scaring the two leggeds by posing as a skinwalker with a pelt across her back. Now that would be fun!
Ronnie snicked but continued to nose around, carelessly knocking things over as quietly as she could as she rummaged about. She could only hope that Bright was keeping them well occupied and already she was gathering many fun accessories and trinkets within her maw that she could perhaps pawn off to someone or use in a new fashion.
Stepping in a bit more, the mare blindly stepped forward too far as her hoof clinked against a metal contraption. Ronnie froze instantly.
"Damnit..."
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