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 Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 9:59 pm
(PLEASE NOTE: This RP isn't cannon YET. But Don Juan has to stop shooting blanks eventually...amIright? XD)  Juan had been away for a while now and a loving family had taken her in during his absence. They all seemed cryptic with how they spoke to her and treated her like she was a porcelain doll. But if truth be told, she was feeling rather bad. Claude, the noble stallion who had found her almost never let her out of his sight. But she managed to escape into the forest for a walk and a bit of fresh air.
She had her good days, which were generally very very good, and her bad days in which she wanted to die. Ms. Scarlet seemed utterly convinced she was having babies but wouldn't say any more. But, Alaure wasn't niave. She knew what you had to do to make babies and as far as she recalled she hadn't done that, ever. So she came to a conclusion, she was sick and possibly dieing.
Today, was a very bad day for the mare. She had found a small smattering of clover and was lieing down ungracefully, her wings splayed to her still quite trim sides. She was contemplating the clover and going at it slowly and carefully. It looked for all the world she thought it might be poisionous. But upon closer inspection she would look exhausted and ill.
It was a funny thing feeling somewhat hungry and that you would sick up the very next moment.
But then again, wasn't dieing supposed to feel unusual?
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:07 pm
 The stallion was not used to the emotional females at all. In honesty, he didnt really prefer females.
THey had once been something to chase.. and adventure; now they were useless to him.
After all, what good were they? His last encounter, in which he had believed his life to be excellent.. he had been given foals. Though that was cause for celebration in some stallions.. It was the bane of his existance in reality..
He did NOT want foals..but they had arrived. He had hoped for a boy.. Hoping that maybe something good could come from them.. But they were all three weak girls.. Weak weak weak..
His mother had been weak, whether he loved her or not.. Not that hte stallion had known much about her..
Paris had taken him home, but he had been raising himself.
He looked at the black lump in the grass.. His eyes taking it all in, and he raised an eyebrow.. He honestly had not wanted to run into anyone... But he did not want to keep his day as boring as it seemed to be turning out..
So he took a step closer..Watching intently.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:14 pm
Since she was prone on the ground she felt the muscular stallion's hoof-falls as he approached. Her entire body stiffened and she attempted to leap to her feet, but they seemed to cross and get tangled the faster she felt she needed to move. She landed sharply on her haunches long, thin limbs awkwardly resting as she peered up at the pastel coloured stallion.
Those horns! Those TEETH!
Alaure was so afraid she couldn't move. What little was in her stomach had begun rising up and down her esophagus as if it were on some demented elevator from hell. Each time it got closer to getting off on the top floor and exiting her mouth. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her entire body trembling.
She couldn't think.
She couldn't speak.
But worst of all, she couldn't make herself move.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:25 pm
"That, is the reaction I prefer." He said, a grin of sharp fangs glittering in the sunlight. He was happy that his pelt was not a darker shade, or else this whole, walking in the daytime thing would be a completely rare occurance.
"So, darling.. Why..are you sitting there waiting to make some hungry stallion a meal?"
He asked, knowing he scared her, and trying to scare her a bit more.
A loud laugh boomed from his chest, and he shook his head, winking at her slightly.
"Be happy, darling, that I am not the hungry stallion of which I speak.. Though if it was a few hours earlier, that might have been the case."
He flicked his long locks from his eyes, snorting a bit.
He knew he was intimidating..
He loved that.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:36 pm
Alaure was able to qluelch the urge to vomit for a while at least, but still her breaths came as short, quick gasps, The grey on her face was slightly tinged with green that obviously didn't belong. The mare pushed herself to her feet slowly, still utterly petrified.
Even catching his wink everything in her body screamed at her to bolt but her legs felt like they were cased in blocks of cement. "I...I..." She managed a few stumbling staggering steps before she heaved once into a bush, breathing deeply through her nose, she risked a glance at the scary half-kalona.
"P-Pardon me...s-s-sir..."
Unable to hold her feet and laid back down rather heavily, ears flicking back. "Are there more..." She swallowed hard. "Kalona, around this area?" She asked.
She still looked frightened beyond belief.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:42 pm
Her stammering annoyed him, and he wanted to ask her if she was challenged.. He didn't like mares who couldnt speak appropriately.
He loved a well versed mare.. Though he hoped the mare was enough to handle him.
He was a large male, large in frame and height.
"Are there more around? Well how the hell would I know? Im new around here."
He shrugged, looking around with a snort.
He was new to the area.. After all, he had done everything he could to get away from the world he once knew.
He hated that world. It strapped him with responsibility and future.
He wanted to live for now. To hell with the future.
"Why are you hiding anyway? I have to say.. Its very inexperienced of you."
He replied, eyeing her as if he was a regal stallion, and she was beneath him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:51 pm
The mare managed to look 'toward' him but not directly 'at' him as if afraid she'd anger him. Yes, it was a sign of submission but where she grew up, stallions carried the weight. Especially the meat-eating scary ones.
"When I first saw you...I was attempting to run but since you really don't seem like you'd fancy eating me...I'm afraid I'm ill." The mare paused for a moment. "And my legs wouldn't cooperate." She glanced to her wings. "And I can't fly so, if you had wanted to eat me, well you don't seem terribly sadistic so you might have at least made it quick?" She asked.
Her heart was going a mile a minute, still, but she had found her voice and her manners began to resurface as well. Afterall, it wouldn't do to piss off a predator.
"Forgive me for being so rude, Sir...I'm Alaure." Again she looked away from him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:57 pm
Strike two. Though he didnt vocalize it.. She was submissive, though he liked that in some mares.. He would wait, and see what came of their meeting.
He just hoped by the end of their conversation he wouldnt want to eat her..
He wouldnt.. but he didnt want to want to..
"Im called Parixaeus. And Im sadistic.. Do not tempt me to prove it to you."
He commanded, nodding a bit.
Her words didnt really phase him.. If he had cared he might have added a snarl.. That would have seemed more intimidating.
But he wasnt looking to scare..So much as really just be an a** to someone around.
"If you're ill. I do not want to catch it."
He narrowed his eyes, a growl escaping his throat.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:08 pm
Her eyes widened at his growl and expression. 'Okay, time to go out on a limb. maybe they're right as daft as they are! DON'T PISS HIM OFF, DAMNIT!' Her mind screamed at her.
"It's quite impossible for you to catch, I'm...newly pregnant. I haven't been able to keep much of anything down hence the weakness. And forgive me...I'm sure that was a slap in the face to you. I didn't intend it."
Her entire body still trembled slightly, but it was mostly noticeable in the thin, delicate ends of her lace-like wings.
And if one looked hard enough, she did seem a little...pudgy around the middle. Her foals' sire was large for a stallion let alone when compared to such a dainty, mare who was petite even for her breed's standard.
She decided she'd venture toward polite conversation. "Your name suits you, Sir, its very strong and domineering." She wouldn't use his name unless instructed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:13 pm
He looked at her, and then her appeal to him seemed to fizzle. So she was impregnated.. Which meant she was just as fertile and productive as Arcana had been.
He was instantly turned off from her, and he couldnt help but wish there were some things mares would just keep to themselves.
He didn't care to hear about her pregnancy.. He didnt care to hear that babies were already formed in her belly. In fact, it quite disturbed him.
His snorted a bit, shaking his head.
"You mares and your babies. Enjoy them, your figure will never be the same."
He shook his head as if scoffing.
"Why not enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, without producing things that are equivilent to that of leeches?"
He asked, eyes glowing a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:27 pm
Her face contorted slightly in sorrow bit she forced her tears from even welling in her eyes. It was amazing what one could do in the name of self-preservation.
"I don't want them..."
She said, her voice even, tone slightly raw. Part of her didn't. She saw herself as defective and knew she'd pass on her 'deformity'.
Her flightless wings.
Her shoulders shook for a moment before she was able to get a grip on herself. This stallion, however placated he seemed at the moment, could still kill her even if he wasn't hungry.
Oh, she knew she'd love them once they were here, that was a given. They needed a mother. But that didn't mean in the back of her mind she'd regret her accident if it wound up being true. It seemed just saying it were, to this stallion made it all hit home for her.
They were right.
They had to be.
Because it all fit.
Everything.
"Clearly, when I was with the stallion...I didn't have much say in the matter where the creation of these...these deformed foals were concerned." She added softly, her tone extreemly bitter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:35 pm
Ever the philosophical stallion that he was, he shook his head, snorting a bit in distaste.
"You and your foals are deformed only if you think you're deformed."
He snorted, shaking his head.
"Who the hell cares about anything others have to say to you? What the hell does it affect you with? You are still forever going to look the same.. Forever going to be the same creature. Regretting looking like you do, is a waste of time."
He knew this, because he had been ridiculed for being pink.. Now he thought being pink was a thrill.
He was not like all the others, he was a bit different.. He was a pink male, and he was proud of it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:43 pm
To be honest, she was quite taken aback that he had offered her advice! Let alone something that was helpful and, to her, kind.
"This is true..." She agreed, slowly digesting what he had told her.
'Why tell me this? Is it because of your colour and gender?' She thought. That had to be it. But, beneath his horns and sharp teeth, she thought he looked rather fetching. Sure, his colour palate was rather unique, but it was smart looking.
Besides, he made up for the 'sissy colouring' with all of his badarse-ry.
She had no idea what to say or do, so she opted for the tried and true.
"Thank-you."
Part of her wanted to snap at him, but the rest of her valued her life. She wanted to say, 'What good is a flightless flutter?' But the 'thank-you' would be enough. The raw emotion of anger and distrust still swirled around in her golden eyes, however.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:47 pm
He saw the anger, and the only thought through his head, was that it was about freaking time.
He saw something that was raw.. passionate.. Though he really did not care at all that he had made her angry.
He wasnt about to start caring what one mare thought..When he hadnt cared about any of the other females in his lifetime.
They were beneath him.
And he almost flinched at her thank you. That was rather.. Insulting. Though he truly didn't want to start anything, he wasnt in the mood for that.. He did, however, raise an eyebrow.
"Now you dont think I did that to make you feel better do you? I told you so that you would stop being a weak hearted mare, and maybe raise your foals strong.."
He had to throw something painful out there.. He wasnt good with the thank yous, or the advice scene..And she had pointed it out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 11:57 pm
Her eyes snapped to his. "No, I didn't...you don't seem like that kind of stallion." She paused. "But I don't take to the idea of upsetting a stallion who could easilly maim or kill me, so excuse me if I feel like I'm walking on eggshells so to speak. I couldn't get up if I tried the moment, and I don't like feeling helpless. But, it seems that's where I've found myself."
She didn't take a tone with him, of course, but even if she did ruin her foals with her genetics his statement made her bound and determined not to ruin their spirits!
Again, she felt the urge to vomit. The mare was too frightened and riled up for her rather delicate stomach to handle. Alaure did the only thing she could and took deep, slow breaths.
It didn't work. She felt the bile rising in her throat and made a rather wet sound in the back of her throat before forcing it back down, pulling a face of disgust as she did so. Her eyes watered a bit, clearly from the taste.
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