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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:29 pm
  This winter was proving to be a cold one, that was for sure. But it was also the first that the young stallion ever experienced so he didn't have anything else to base it on. If he were to guess, though, this one was probably colder than the rest. Something in the air just didn't feel right, and it made him curious.
Although it wasn't something that he should muse over for too long. It wasn't one of life's glories, and therefore shouldn't be worried about. Winter was absolutely beautiful, in every way possible....so who cared if it was cold? If the white snow was to stay there forever, it wouldn't bother the stallion, that stuff was magical....and in the morning after a quiet little nap...it was a spectacular sight. An asbolute 'Winter Wonderland' as his Father liked to call it.
At the very moment, this stallion in question, Emmett, was walking down a ice-melted path, staring up at the sky. It was a wonderful day...save for the fact that so far it was just a tad boring, it was a wonderful day. The part of his family that stuck together was all together for some strange reason....his Father and Grandfather had left him on a nice note...and his cousins Bertie and Tira were pleasently getting along with their mother, 'Nilla. Perhaps something was in the winter, for usually his twisted messed up family didn't get along like he dreadfully wished. If he could have one wish come true, it would be for everyone to love eachother, and everyone to be together forever and not have to worry about differences in personality and clashes toward relationships.
But reality was far from letting that happen. And Emmett had too, however hesitant, deal with that fact. He was slowly learning to and it was helping him cope with the family issues, but sometimes his mind wandered, and it bothered him more than normal. If only he had someone to confide in....to talk to and have them not care what he had to say.
And also not care if he didn't want to talk to them period. Call it a shoulder to lean on, literally. Emmett wasn't really a talker...he only did so if he trusted said other soquili, and whenever he did talk....he did with such caution. Every word that left his lips was chosen carefully and with grace...he did not want to mess up. Emmett believed that everyone deserved to be treated with the upmost kindness, and if something he said upset another, there would be no living with himself. If tears were the result of his mistake, what would he do? If a frown was his fault....could he fix it with no problem? All these issues he kept inside him, and as a result....chose not to talk. But there were a few that he opened up his mouth to, and immediately praised. Emmett could just tell if they were deserving of such a random compliment, and if they were....he'd give it without a second thought. Everyone and everything was beautiful in his eyes, personality....looks....it didn't matter which.....but as long as they were true to who they were...they were beautiful. The few who got his ever so gracious praise were grateful for such, and didn't think it was strange that he would say something without even knowing them. The stallion had yet to meet someone who didn't like it....but was was well aware that today...or any other day could just very well be that very day.
He just terribly hoped not. A frown in any meaning was not something good.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:14 am
Snow was something she had been born into, the instant her basket had grown to tight for her and she had leapt out into the wide world it had been the first thing she had seen. Cold, moist and crunchy she had initially found it uncomfortable but with the insistence of her family had soon grown to like it. You see, she had needed a winter coat when born that she had lacked as a babe and after a few weeks of waiting it had come through to a point that she could enjoy this 'wonderland'. From there she hadn't looked back and had savoured every opportunity to bounce in and out of snow drifts when they appeared. She was a winter babe through and through, though this didn't mean she hadn't taken to enjoying every season...they were all special in their own ways.
Nevertheless, as she had matured she had finally been permitted to leave the protective embrace of the slopes to explore and the first thing she had chosen to do had been to float downwards. She had graced the skies with her whimsical and almost clumsy flying, had swooped high and low as she drifted in and out of her own thoughts until at last her hooves had touched the ground of the snow kissed meadows far below her home. To say they were far different than where she hailed from was an understatement, given that the grass that poked through the snow could almost reach her nose and more often than not she fell through said snow due to softness!
Her curiosity wasn't easily satiated though and while the world seemed so empty at this time in the morning she contented herself with wading through the snow. On occasions her small form would simply vanish as she sank too far but with a ruffle of fluffy wings her burnt orange ears would soon protrude from the pristine white carpet again. Pace by pace she examined each passing plant, leaf and bud with avid curiosity only to conclude that they were definitely fast asleep...just as her grandmother said. Alas, having been ruled by spontaneity all her life she soon drifted away from such mundane activities and came to a halt in the slow, glancing back at her own trail with a sudden idea.
What if she drew pictures?
A soft smile lined her lips and with renewed enthusiasm the mare thrust herself into the air again and moved a few feet away from her trail to begin anew. When she had landed again she began to bounce and wade her way through the snow to create her artwork - a little sweep here and there, a hop and a bounce over there... She'd have a bird in no time!
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:34 am
Complaining never did anyone any good, nor did wishing. It only proved that you were a weak individual, who didn't appreciate the beauty that life gave you, and no one else. Why would someone whine about not having a mate, if say they had....everything else? What if that creature they saw with it's mate had nothing but that one other....and they wished they had everything that everyone else did? What good did that do? Nothing. In thinking those thoughts, and wishing upon a different star....life which could have once been absolutely phenomenal now seemed to be pointless. That's how happiness gets destroyed, it how creature come to regret the choices they made in the past.
Emmett's father thought him all that. He taught him not to want what everyone else has, just because they seem happy. Behind the smile, behind the laughter....it could be a horror story. There was one thing, though, that no matter how hard the young stallion tried, couldn't get over. He love of the sky, and his want to be a part of it. Wings, for lack of a better way to get up there, he wanted wings. It wasn't as though he was jealous of those who were blessed enough to obtain them at birth...but he wished...he honestly truly wished that he could be as lucky. But there was no changing the past....no one in his family had wings, none of his mother siblings, or his fathers...or anyone. Life was fine the way it was, truly....but he still wanted them.
If only just to be a part of the wonder that is the sky. When the clouds cleared, nature screamed beauty. It was, in his eyes...a beautiful female calling his name, wanting him to come to her. He couldn't explain it, and he tried in the past...but it was something he needed to do. Fly.
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Oh! Darn! Ack! Ugh...why? Emmett stopped himself from thinking anything further on that subject, as like his father taught him, it was best to appreciate what he had rather than wish on a stranger's star. Being grounded definitely had it's plus, right? His brother Merric could run faster than anyone he knew...and not having wings gave him more of a masculine look.....his muscle flaring through his coat. Ah, well that was something his Grandfather joked about one day, and it stuck. Emmett didn't believe that he had muscles, or looked masculine anymore than the average male.
A soft breeze of snow flew past his nose, which caught the stallion from his thoughts, and he blinked. What? Oh! He probably looked like a fool, just standing there thinking. But where had that snow come from? It wasn't windy....so it had to be the cause of a creature near by! Emmett walked slowly in the direction he thought the snow came from, and found himself stumbling across a young....tiny female.
She appeared to be dancing in the snow, or rather....that's what he saw. And boy was she pretty. Her coat couldn't stick out more in their surroundings than someone who was bright red. "Ex...excuse me...miss?" He said calmly, his voice so soft it could have easily been carried away with the snow that she was throwing around. "Uh...are...you, uh...dancing?"
If she was, she was graceful about it, ah...probably because she did indeed, have wings. What a strange world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:45 am
Dancing...?
Well that was one way to look at it.
She ceased in her bouncing rather abruptly as the stranger came on to the scene and blinked. Wings still flared out to help her maintain her balance while she twisted about in the air. She'd only gotten halfway through her drawing, she was no artistic genius but the wings of her bird were beginning to take shape and it had an eye. Had she not been disturbed there was a good chance it would have been blessed with a beak and a head at some point. However, Puchi Puri despite her youth and size was renowned for loving company and as such her hobbies could be shuffled about and put to the side for another time when she was alone and feeling as creative as she had been when she had made the decision to doodle.
Tossing her bangs out of her eyes, she furled her wings against her sides and giggled. Quiet as he might have been she had heard his question and would respond to it accordingly. After all, it was only polite and it had been a while since she'd been in the company of another. Well, it had been about two hours to be precise since that happened to be when she had waved goodbye to her parents and had fluttered off but that point was moot in itself.
"Dancing?" she shook her head again, disregarding the fact that her unruly forelock had once again tumbled over her eyes and smiled. She'd always been the amiable sort, content in who and what she was. She had no reason to worry or cry and as such was well known for the constant smile upon her lips - granted she wasn't really the competitive sort but she did enjoy games that could be enjoyed. "No, I wasn't dancing - I was drawing!" She unfurled her wings again and bounced away from her art, back onto her previous trail with a muffled thump.
"You talk very quietly though," she popped her lips and tilted her head to one side, "Do you have a sore throat? Cause I know of a cure for that and everythin'..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 5:42 pm
At first glance, one noticed the being in front of them, not paying attention to any of the surroundings. That was normal, really....because the presence of another living creature was far more interesting than a tree. Or snow. But second glance told the young stallion that whatever this mare was doing before he interrupted, the snow had creases in it in what looked like a pattern. His fogged over eyes tore themselves from the mare to the floor, and back at the mare. Dancing. That's what first glance told him, but the creases told a different story.
He listened to her giggle, it was a beautiful sound, really....it always was. They say that laughter was the best medicine, no matter what the disease could be. Even coming from the most horrid mare, Emmett couldn't help but adore the sound that escaped the throat. But this mare seemed to carry it in a different manner, like she was born to prefect it. "Oh my apologies then, my dear. But uh, drawing? Hm, I saw the creases in the snow...what do they form?"
She fluttered about in such an adorable way, and it took every once of the stallion's mind not to blurt it out and tell her. She deserved to know, she did...but maybe not right away. Maybe after the basic and typical introduction he would tell her that he was utterly amused by her movement....it was unbelievably graceful. Had it not been for the obvious bird-like wings, the mare could be mistaken for a flutter.
Emmett scooted himself a bit closer to her, but not before stopping immediately in his tracks. "...What? I...uh...what?" He stuttered, once again blinking in confusion. "No I don't believe so, my voice is just naturally quiet. I don't doubt that you have a cure, my dear, but I'm afraid I'm not in need of one today."
He grinned, and continued his stroll toward her. The voice he carried was literally, naturally quiet and he couldn't help it. That's just how it was, and he couldn't really care either way. It was what he was born with...and it was as though it was feminine....it was just quiet. Just....quiet.
"My parents call me Emmett, by the way, my dear. So that is what I go by. May I know yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:21 am
"I was making a bird," she ruffled her wings against her sides and glanced down at the ground. So far she had only done the wings and an eye, it was difficult to draw at any particular speed. She wouldn't make excuses for herself in regards to that though - if she had wanted to complete the bird she could have, it just would have taken her a while. One with wings could take flight but they did have to be careful where they land or else there was a risk of accidentally erasing some of the lines. She couldn't afford to make that mistake and as a consequence she had been moving at a much more 'relaxed' pace. One bounce here, a little bounce there - had she not been disturbed it would have been done eventually. "See the wings are over there and his eye is round there," she pointed various details out with her nose before shrugging loosely. Really, it was now a talking point if incomplete and that was the end of it.
Still, she wasn't an individual who had perfected any type of laughter, she was simply a happy soquili. Warm and content, she had grown up with much amusement in her life. Her smiles came without effort, her laughter equally so and this was testament to her upbringing moreso than practice. It was simply who she was and while she had heard many compliment on her smile she was always modest in regards to it's use. If her smile was that powerful then she had long since decided to spread it to the world, with each smile she would give a soquili a little piece of her heart. If that could make them smile too, then she would be warmed to the core and would be satisfied that she had done all she could!
True she had her crusade to turn every Kalona into a Vegetarian, but at the same time she had other duties to attend to as well. More specifically, she had made it her goal to spread happiness to everyone and so far she was doing quite well.
"Ah, well if you just have a soft voice that's okay then," she murmured with a slight nod. She hadn't really bumped into many who spoke so softly but the world was filled with surprises and a lot of variety. He was simply one of a different sort, an opportunity to broaden her horizons in that regard. Though when he happened to enquire as to her identity she did gasp and her eyes widened considerably. Ooooh, she'd forgotten her manners and hadn't even introduced herself! She sent a silent apology to her parents for this and tilted her head to the side.
"Name's Puchi Puri - but you can call me just one of those if you like, most people do."
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