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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 8:51 pm
Small muzzle frowned in disappointment as the colt sent narrowed eyes toward the tree. It was small, it was scrawny, and it should be weak! A piece of cake to charge down, and he still couldn't do it. "Ugh! I blame the snow." Jumanjii' stomped a wide circle, all the while eying the enemy tree. Yes...that must be the reason. The snow all around the base of the tree was slick and crunched by his rapid attempts to run at the plant and send it tumbling.
"Think, think, what else to do." Orange tinted tail gave a thoughtful flick and the young soquili snorted, cold steam coiling in the winter air. Not only was this test becoming one-sided, but it was also becoming drastic. The cold air was settling on his nerves and awareness since this morning. And if he was expecting to be as strong as he boasted, he'd have to plow down that tree. The lovely batch of tart berries at the top of the tree were just enough motivation for it too....
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:05 pm
Alyssum's violet eyes were narrow slits, and her thigh muscle twitched as she watched from her position in the forest. She had observed the little blue foal with the flame hair for a few moments now, her ire slowly but steadily rising as it continued to attack the tiny tree. How could he do that? The little sapling was barely surviving the cold as it was... it didn't need or deserve to be trodden underfoot!
Finally, her head snapped to attention and she trotted forward, her voice more snappish than usual, "Hey! Stop that!"
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:13 pm
The young one was just about to charge again, pawing his hoof through the snow, before a sudden yell made his knees buckle. Slipping under his own weight, Manjii' collapsed to his side and brislted instantly to the cold touch. Who was that?? Ears stood firm as he searched his surroundings, before spotting the moving, brown mass. A..another soquili? Grunting, the colt lifted himself to his hooves, hunching with a glare at the stranger. "Don't tell me what ta do!" Who did she think she was, his mother? His ma....
But the boy tensed as he realized the other was drifting nearer, and he hurried himself to hide behind the thin tree. Subtly, of course. "If ye be wanting berries, ye gotta look elsewhere." Though he doubted there'd be anything he could do if the other really wanted them....
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:22 pm
Alyssum gave a toss of her cream mane at his sass, a self-rightous huff appearing to as a puff of smoke in the air as she trotted nearer. "I wouldn't if you weren't doing something bad! I have no patience for those who harm trees, Flamey, especially the little ones."
She tilted her head at his mention of fruit, and a quick examination of the sapling even as the foal moved behind the plant. When she finally spotted the marroon berries nestled in the snow, she snorted, "What... those? You're willing to kill an entire tree just for a mouthful of berries? Why not just ask someone to get them down from you?"
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:31 pm
Bad? The colt huffed and glanced away. Just who did she think she was? All this over a tiny tree? "It's only a plant...." He saw no crime in it, if it was the only way he was able to eat. But he blinked and quirked a brow at the mare. "Flamey? Who's tha?" Was she pulling a funny?
And again he flinched as she moved, but she was only glimpsing up. Still, that slight nod up made her look all the larger to the colt. Frowning to her question, Manjii' replied. "Ya, them. What else do ye see in all this snow?" The mention reminded him of his fall, and he shook off the powder clinging to his side and hair still. "And there's nay anyone else around. So it's either me or this tree. Tell me how tha's fair." >8C
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:43 pm
'It's only a plant...'
Of all the things that the foal could've said, this was definitely not the one that would convince the mare. Plants were important to her, tracing back to her parents, her siblings, her forest home. The muscle in her thigh twitched all the more, but she could not find in her to provoke the foal any further. Afterall, he was young... and small. If she crushed him, it would be just as bad as him crushing the tree.
"-You- are flamey," she told him curtly, motioning towards his mane and tail. "Blue and orange. Like flames."
"-I- am around, and if it'll get you to leave the tree alone, here!" Alyssum reached up and plucked the stem that held the berries to hold between her teeth, lowering them to gently drop them on the ground by the colt. "There. Now you can eat the berries, and the tree lives to produce more."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:54 pm
The 'shaking' of the adult went unnoticed to Manjii'. He was too busy being a grump and glaring stubbornly at the bossy stranger. "Tch." Again with the flamey thing. He didn't even know what it meant. "Never seen a flame before. Me mother and father are blue and orange though. Can't help tha I'm the same."
Then he smirked like the troublesome youth he was and glanced at the adult. "Then ye must be....Dirty? Sandy?" He shrugged though, quietly careful and ready to bolt should the other snap. His siters alone were enough to prove that some girls are crazy and scary. <<...>>
Watching curiously, his eyes trailed back up to the berries. And his tail twitched as his hunger was reminded. Skittish, the boy jumped back some feet as the mare placed the berries down. Was it a trick? A trap? "Seriously now? Wha's the catch?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:05 pm
"Never seen a flame? I could show you one, though... they usually come out at night..."
Her voice trailed off, however, and her patience reached its breaking point whenever the foal tried to name her. Dirty? SANDY?! Her nickname for him had been purely descriptive, not insulting, but these names were nothing but the latter. She drew herself up proudly to her full height, pawing the snow with a black hoof as she whinnied, "I am Alyssum! I chose my name from all the flowers, and I am certainly nothing less!"
She was so angered, in fact, that she swooped down, intending to snatch the berries out of the foal's reach. He no longer deserved her kindness, and she certainly wouldn't leave the berries for him!
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:15 pm
"Hm, maybe." He'd never seen one before, night or day. Maybe cause he lived in the woods all his childhood. "Are flamey's another name for soqui...."
o__o;
Manjii' back stepped warily as the mare gave a tempered cry, his tail tucking if at all possible and ears pinning back nervously. Wow.....that was sudden. Wide, teal eyes looked upon the angry stranger as she yelled at him. Nice time for his knees to lock in place! Dx; "A..aa...Alyssum. Alright I get it, Alyssum! Flowers, gottcha...." He tripped again on his ankle as he tried to edge away, falling in a tangle on his flanks.
But that fear inside him switched just as fast as the mare's temper had. All by her reaching out and snatching back the berries. "Heeey! Those're mine, ye said so yourself!" But he made no move to approach. Like he said, it was him or the plants. "You're just a sensitive bully, that's what ye are! 'Ask fer help', pft did me no good."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:32 pm
Having made her point, and allowing her irritation to release, Alyssum settled down again. When the colt's tail ducked ad he fell over in the snow, a pang of regret hit her. Even if she did still feel like he had insulted her... it was just a young Soquili, and she hadn't been so different once. Well, okay, she had been a little different - she certainly never tried to kill trees or run around insulting people, but the point still remained. She was an adult now, and she had to start acting like one.
She sighed, dropping the berries into the snow once more, but keeping the foal from being able to reach them when she looked down, her violet eyes directed on him. Was this how her parents had felt when they raised her and her siblings? She frowned, trying to think of what they would say, if she were in the blue foal's place. "I'm no bully. I didn't hurt you, did I? And youever asked for help; I gave it to you so you wouldn't kill the tree! But you were rude, and rude foals don't get treats."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:55 pm
Her stare down was matched with his own pouty gaze, his brows scrunched unhappily. Just what was her game? Girls were so moody, he could never understand or keep up with them, young or grown. One second she had been all tense, then helpful, then angry. Why? Why why? And he sat there quietly while pondering that question.
"No." He wasn't hurt, in no physical sense of the concern. Though he was startled out of his skin, the mare's temper and the icy snow being a poor mix to his senses. Ears pinned in a stubborn reflex, and the colt slid his gaze to the side. "An I don't like askin'. It'll only make me lazy." Sighing, the boy shuffled back upon his hooves, but a small voice in the back of his mind told him to stay where he was. And again, that small voice was crushed by his opinionated tongue. "Rude? I nay rude, I'm just honest. I only know sand and dirt ta be brown...." Though it didn't sound the most proper thing, after he recited it. >>;
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:31 pm
"Asking for help doesn't make you lazy," Alyssum scoffed, still covering the berries with her muzzle. "I mean, sure, you shouldn't ask ALL the time, but... every now and then, its okay."
Thinking that that was quite enough of lecturing, she nosed the berries through the snow to the foal even as she huffed. "I don't mind being compared to soil... but I'm named after flowers. Soil is not pretty like flowers. That would be like me calling you... a blueberry instead of a flame."
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:03 pm
"Alright....alright." The colt sighed, as if it took a great effort of willingness to do this. "May I please have them there berries." Well, that was different. It made him feel so....so...helpless? Pathetic? He didn't like it, aking and depending on another's help. Besides mama's of course, but that was a natural mother and child bond.
Eyes lit as the berries were edged near, and he splayed forward to grip the plant in his teeth. Munching the tart juice, it was a task to pay full attention to the others words. But try he did. "And of course ya minded....I mean, er, you seemed to care. Why, I'm still not certain. Flowers do need soil, yeah?" And he pawed the ground to prove his childish point, the snow having momentarily destroyed the flowers. The colt finally stood, shaking snow from his legs. "Berry or flame, I'm still just me. Just like ye'll always be you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:16 pm
Alyssum watched the colt tuck into the berries, frowning at his reply. What he said was true, and she was well aware of it. Without good, enriching soil... flowers would die. "But... there is a difference. Between dirt, sand, and soil. They... feel... the words... soil is positive. Dirt and sand... those are things you want to pick out of your fur."
Wait... she was the elder of the two... why was she having to explain herself?! "And, who are you?"
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:57 pm
Manjii' quirked a brow, before the wind chilled his spine and he was forced to shudder. But a grin came with it. "Whatever ye say then. Positive, negative...I rarely think of them things as just one." Mares, such strange and proven complicated creatures.
"Eh? Manjii's the name. Well, it's really Jumanjii' though." He shrugged lightly. "And what's your name then?" Taking a pause, the young soqu nosed the remaining berries to the adult. It was the only way he knew to be apologizing without admitting it aloud.
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