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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:36 pm
 It was a lovely day- the kind that seemed to speak of the potential for great things, the kind of day that Clara relished in. The sun was out, but it was not too hot; quite the contrary, in fact. There was an autumn crisp to the air, and fallen red leaves crinkled underneath the mare's cloven hooves. She almost felt like dancing, her pink ballerina's garment swirling around in her imagination.
Then again, that wouldn't be terribly dignified. Not that Clara cared. Or did she? She was so muddled and confused about what she wanted today, or just lately in general. Things were always so confusing and overwhelming! The poor mare could barely handle at times, though handle it she did, and rather admirably.
Shaking away negative thoughts of people laughing at her, Clara began to hum under her breath in clear, pure tones. Her voice wasn't fantastic, but it was simple enough that it was adequate for her. Her dancing was much better- fantastic for a four-legged creature, in fact. Her graceful, lithe movements sent her ringlets bouncing against her neck, and her pink dress swirled about her, pooling then flaring out once more. Somehow the ribbon in her hair, and the ribbons tied about her back feet stayed in place.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:36 am
 Acapello swooped through the cool autumn air, feeling as though his wings were slicing it as a knife would slice bread. He scanned the forest floor below, and was pleased to see that it was not thick and dense at all, very sparse. He could see exactly what was going on down there. He raised his head to turn away when a flash of gold and a twirl of pink caught his eye. Curious, he tossed his head to clear the hair from his eyes and looked closer. Why, it was a uni dressed in some sort of pink costume, and he hoped from that it was a mare.
He dipped down below the clouds and glided down to the ground, his hooves making soft thumping noises as they alighted on the soft forest floor. He flicked his ears as he heard song, and one he knew too! The singer was the mare, he could tell now, and her voice wasn't half bad either. He stayed hidden, his wings not yet folded in, and joined in, with a low, beautiful, melodious voice that seemed to dance and twirl with the mares own voice.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:29 pm
((OOC: Small font was too small. D smile )
Clara was startled by the purer, better voice intertwining with her own, but she did not stop her light humming. She couldn't see the singer, but as Clara was wont to do, she gave him the benefit of the doubt. No one who could sing that could could ever have evil intentions, could they? She was lucky really, that she hadn't been killed prior to this. She really was quite naive at times.
Finally Clara stopped her humming, blue eyes widening to an almost comical effect. "Who's there? You have such a beautiful voice! Why would you ever hide it?" Those same notes, coupled with her gentle dancing, was a perfect sight. The music to her dance, perhaps, or the dance to his music.
"I'm Clara. I hope I'm not scaring you. I do so love company." Smiling broadly, the unicorn mare peered around, hopeful to see her mystery singer. She couldn't tell whether it was a male or a female, and she didn't care which, to be frank. She wasn't choosy with her company, though perhaps some vestigial, long hidden part of Clara did long for male company. Perhaps. For now, she was simply curious to see who it was.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 4:25 am
Acapello was a little reluctant to reveal himself. He hadn't had much contact with others besides his family and a few close family friends, and by that, he ment his mothers ferret famaliar, who he almost couldn't stand on the account that Veln enjoyed teasing Acapello, and was good at it too. He shook his head, and as she stopped humming and dancing he slowed down his song to end in a low note that gently faded away. He smiled, and called out, "I am Acapello. And I don't hide my voice, I just don't display it unless I have a just reason too, wether it be happiness, saddness, or accompaning a pretty mare in her own song and dance." He had a vain moment, pleased with himself that he wasn't totally inept at flattery.
He laughed lightly, "You couldn't scare me, unless you have Kalona wings hiding beneath that pink dress of yours, then that would have me quite shaken." Confident now that this mare was a kind soul, and good with words, Acapello slid out from beneath the trees, and stood tall and proud. A breeze whipped up and made his tail stream like a banner. He knew his wings were quite out of the ordinary, always being raised up and quite larger than most, but he rather liked them that way. They didn't call for the insult of mutant like his mothers tail did. Though he would rip off the head of anyone who did call her that.
The feather on his head danced merrily, and he bent a wing around and gave it a few taps with a primary feather. He didn't like it when soquili thought he had a bird on his head. He smiled at clara and said, "I'm Acapello, quite pleased to meet you actually, I've never seen nor met a uni."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:07 pm
Flattery was always the way to a woman's heart. Instead of growing cocky, Clara grew almost flustered, a blush rising to her cheeks. She never could find a way to react to flirting. It was so overwhelming! But in a good way, of course. Always in a good way. She would have let stallions know if they upset her or not.
As her mystery singer emerged from the trees, Clara hid her gawking. He had such beautiful wings, standing tall and proud like sails. The slightest breeze seemed to set his mane and tail into motion, making her quite jealous at the same time. How she wished her own stubborn curls would do something other than just lying there, bouncing up and down with her movements!
"I've never seen wings like yours. They're so pretty, but so different! But different in a good way. They're unique. I like your feather too." Shy and flustered again, Clara pawed at the ground, blue eyes cast down for a moment until Acapello spoke once more, stating something that quite shocked her.
"You've never seen one of my kind before? Well, I suppose I've never seen one with wings like you. Are there many others?" Perhaps it was a whole entire race of soquili she hadn't yet looked upon. Wouldn't that be exciting? Clara always loved and constantly craved meeting those who were different from herself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:26 am
Acapello smiled inwardly, it amused him a bit that he had made her blush. He hadn't had much experience in this strange relm of flattery, but it seemed that he was fairly adept at it. And he was quite sure the looks he had inherated from his parents were somewhat involved in the game of flattery. He shook his head again, getting the feather rumpled but out of his eyes. He felt a little self concious as he noticed Clara gawking at him, it was certaintly a new thing for him.
Acapello wasn't quite sure how to answer her question. As far as he knew, those with upright wings but not angeni's were limited in number, but growing quickly. He started, "I am one, my sister Bodhi is one, as well as my mother Symphony, and my herdmate Kiun. I have heard tell that there are 2 or 3 more that resemble my herdmate Kiun, and the twolegger of our teepee has brought back tales of a tall mare with wings like ours that resembles a barn owl, and also of a dark mare with coal black wings tipped white on the ends." He laughed, "There are few of us males in this small subspecies"
He paused, before continuing, "Never have I seen a uni, though I am glad that I have now." He grinned, loosing the formal tense mood, and said, "My feather may be pretty now, but it can be quite a nucience on a windy day." It flapped him in the face again, and he peered out from beneath it at Clara. "Such as today."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:38 am
If only poor Acapello knew that Clara had a tendency to stare at just about every soquili she met. She wasn't one for social graces it seemed. She just took everything in with the same wide eyes, open wonder that a foal might possess, much to the annoyance of many. It just made her seem a bit strange, but clearly the unicorn didn't mind what people thought of her, as long as they would be her friends.
Clara nodded next at Acapello's words. She had known the trait couldn't be common, or she would have seen more of their strange kind. Still, it made her smile. "I'm glad there are lots of you. It's very interesting. I like wings. Is flying difficult?" Not normally one to ponder over what she didn't have, Clara indulged for a moment, trying to imagine feeling wind beneath her vast, feathery wings. She utterly failed- it was incomprehensible to her, how flight might work and how it all turned out in the end. It just made no sense.
"It is windy today. But at least your mane can go places." Clara snorted in frustration, flinging back her head to demonstrate the way her curls bounced annoyingly before staying in place, never stirring. Her lion tail lashed once in frustration before she drew it back into herself, collecting herself and making herself fit for conversation. This wouldn't do at all!
"There are lots of my kind about, though I don't think I've met too many. We unicorns are quite common, I think. I'm friends with an entire family, though they all have wings. Not like yours though. Different wings." Ah, how she loved that family! They had almost become a surrogate to Clara, and she was immensely happy at that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 11:34 am
Acapello laughed, a crisp clear note, that rang in the air like a bell. "I'm glad there are lots of us too! I would be very lonely if I were the only one of my kind, and I like my wings too. Without them, I would feel very empty." So many questions, he thought to himself humoriously, "And flying is only difficult if you don't know how. Once you learn the wind currents and how to move your feathers to change direction, its really quite easy." He felt that was a satisfactory explanation to a wingless. He would never be able to truelly explain what it felt like to fly. It was something that needed to be felt, not spoken in word.
He noticed her frustration at such a simple thing, how her mane couldn't move. He almost laughed, but thought she might find it offensive. "My mane could quite possibly look like yours if I didn't spend so much time in the sky. The wind does my mane for me, its almost impossible to fly and have curled stylish hair." He felt quite strange, being a stallion and talking about hair. He wasn't gay, like his herdmates brother, but he wasn't totally oblivious to style.
Now he was quite interested in what she was saying, "Yes, I've heard of winged unicorns before. I think the proper name is Alicorns. I've never met one, though I have heard they possess the healing properties of a unicorns horn, though not as strong, and the flight ability of a wind, though they can't fly as high or as far. I would describe them as a jack of all trades. They specialize in none, but can do them all."
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