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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:21 am
This is a private roleplay for Kaitaia's Auster and Lady Evelyn Nyht's Windstorm.
In the mountains of Balrog and Stormwild's herd.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:49 am
 Windstorm had left the company of the Angeni mostly because she couldn't tolerate his conceitedness and arrogance. True, she had the same qualities as him in abundance, but dealing with such outside of her own family made her feel hard pressed. So she had laughed about it all with her sister, trying to shrug off the feelings he brought to her attention.
But she couldn't avoid him forever, so after keeping her distance for a week, she had to journey to the foal grounds to see how he was doing. Not that she cared for him--no never that. It was just that she had invited him into the lands and so the duty was left up to her.
"Auster," she called as she drew closer. She wasn't entirely sure he would stay put considering he seemed so stubborn and oblivious to the necessities of his own health. "Auster?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:51 am
 The week he had spent there, he most certainly hadn't enjoyed it. He couldn't fly, he couldn't run. He was stranded here, in this field where the helpless lay, the pregnant mares and foals of this herd. As if it wasn't an insult enough to have his wing broken, he had to be reminded each moment that he had been rendered weak. He hated feeling week.
As the week passed, he resigned himself, and grew less hostile towards the foals and mares in the clearing. While he still didn't speak to them, he was less likely to glare and snort. He'd even begun to watch the foals.. And was even mildly amused by their antics, not that he'd ever admit to it.
Hearing his name, his white tipped ear flicked, and he turned his head slowly to look at whomever had been calling his name. Seeing Windstorm, he snorted slightly. "Yes?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:05 pm
Well, it was easier to spot him now that she had rounded the last boulder--he wasn't that difficult to spot considering the addition of wings and his larger bulk than the others. She offered a rather hesitant smile, "How are you doing? Can I get you anything?" Of course, this all came out in a jumble of words due to her nerves.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:26 pm
He watched her with his cold eyes for a moment before responding with a no and a shake of his head before he turned back to the foals he had been watching. They were chasing each other, tugging on each other's wing feathers, and leaping into the air only to come crashing down.
"Why.. do they do that?" he asked, nodding towards the foals, looking a little confused.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:32 pm
She watched the antics of the foals and smiled fondly. Indeed, her sisters had played just a rough with one another. She was a bit confused herself on what he found wrong with them playing. "It's just rough-housing. And from the looks of it, they're trying to fly before their wings are even strong enough to carry them. When you watch all your family fly above you, it's your biggest desire to sore with them."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:42 pm
He nodded slowly, though it was clear he still didn't really understand. It was just that though, the fact that he didn't understand the foals that interested him. He titled his head, watching them. "I see..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:47 pm
She moved over next to him, on his uninjured side, pointing her nose towards the foals he was watching. "My sister and I used to chase each other across this field. When she and I first got out of the basket, she thought it would be a fun game to headbutt one another, but quickly found out how painful and dizzying it could be."
She chuckled quietly at the memory before letting her attention be drawn back. "It's a form of affection you could say. The rougher the game, the more they care about each other, I guess."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:55 pm
He turned his head to stare at Windstorm for a moment. "You show you care by injuring each other?" he said disbelievingly, his frown clearly heard on his voice. "I do not know much about affection, but from what I have gathered, that is not how most show affection." His brow furrowed, he turned back to the foals. He most certainly had never hurt someone out of affection. It'd most definitely been out of spite and a desire to cause them harm.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:00 pm
She hid her laughter with a very small smile, trying her best not to offend him or anything. "When you're young, it's different. Surely you were young once and had different ideas than you do now," she asked teasingly, her violet eyes sparkling with humor.
"Of course, when you get older, the signs of affection changes. Now that my sister and I are older, we talk more and share in the other's life and joys. But that is sisterly affection. Judging our little rompers, they're boys. Boys are 'made of tougher stuff.'"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:09 pm
He stiffened and shifted away from her slightly. "As far back as I can remember, I have had the same ideals," he muttered, with a sigh. "I honestly can say that I have no idea how family units are supposed to work. If I had one, I cannot remember much about it." He turned from the foals to study Windstorm for a moment. "So I do not understand much that goes on here."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:16 pm
Windstorm walked a little ways ahead of him, flicking her tail idly. She turned her body just enough to give him a rather coy look behind her forelock. "So you've always been pretentious and aloft?"
But hearing that he didn't remember much about his childhood was indeed a bit of a heartbreak for her. She made amends quickly for her sharp retort, "I'm sorry, Auster. That was callous of me," she dipped her head down briefly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:20 pm
The black stallion just grunted at her in reply, getting to his feet to follow her. "Apparently so," he said, in a tone that almost sounded amused.
"Callous? It was the truth," he said dismissively, glancing around the grounds, his steely gaze watching the others interacting with each other. "Was it not?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:32 pm
She felt her cheek rush with heat and looked away from him, watching the little ones as she answer, "Yes, it was the truth. But sometimes the truth can be the harshest compared to a lie."
And he had managed to unnerve her. She couldn't look at him until the embarrassment passed, but that left them in silence for several moments while she regained her composure. His attitude seemed to have changed since his confinement in the foal grounds.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:39 pm
"I suppose. Personally, I prefer the truth to a lie, any day. Sincerity, even if rude and harsh, is always appreciated." He flicked his tail, fighting a grimace as he lifted his injured wing to rest on his back. He hated dragging it through the dirt. They were far too precious for that.
Once he'd settled that, he glanced at Windstorm sideways, frowning slightly.
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