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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:27 pm
Letho was a peculiar pony. Not in that she was strange, no, she was actually rather normal, at least as far as ponies in her herd went. She was peculiar in that she was made in the space of an object, that is to say, once upon a time, Letho was a plastic pony in a carousel.
Oddly enough, she was not very fond of carnivals or festivals; at least not the sort with rides and games. And she was always on the lookout for other peculiar ponies.
Her search, today, was winding to an end, no luck, unfortunately. She settled down in a field that was... Well, actually, she had no idea where she was. A sudden panic overtook Letho as she rose onto all four legs again, her head frantically bobbing left and right as if signs would suddenly spring up and direct her home.
Even worse, there seemed to not be anybody here in this part of the world
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:59 pm
Nightshade's Fury was a peculiar pony. He was strange, lurking in the shadows and prowling the fields. He acted more like a fox than pony. Of maybe more appropriate he acted like a shadow. You see, shadows can take the form of whatever they want, even bizarre spectacles of fox ponies... he really hated Seraphim.
Correction. He hated just about everything, even a clear blue sky that was unsettling above his head. He seemed to enjoy a random box or two though, but no one could ever figure out why.
He was bored though, and not a box in sight.
The small shadow wings on his back fluttered and his ears peeked, he sensed prey nearby. Injured or panicked maybe. He seemed to grin as he snuck over.
He didn't hate the chase.
He went over until he was just behind her. He sat and didn't speak.
He waited.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 7:18 pm
A small sound escaped Letho- A gasp for a breath she forgot she was holding. A sudden chill ran down her spine and she had the strangest feeling that she wasn't alone.
Left. Right. She looked back and forth, scanning the horizon before, "Oh!" ...It had to be behind her. She craned her head as far to the right as she could, catching a glimpse of shadow in her peripheral vision and then...
Off she went! Galloping across the open field as quickly as she could towards the line of trees she spotted on the eastern hoizon!
She only hoped she was fast enough to outrun whatever it was she saw; she had never been much of a runner ( seeing as she didn't have to run when she was a plastic pony ) and the shadow certainly didn't look like any pony she had ever seen before.
Oh dear, what if it was hunting!? Or worse! What if it was some creep trying to kidnap her!? Oh no, no, no! She could not let herself be caught.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 7:34 pm
Nightshade's Fury gave a wicked grin as his pretty little prey spotted him from the corner of her eye and took off into the field. Slowly he counted... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... and then he took off into the wind.
He was a hunter: fast like the wind; graceful like the water; stalking his prey in the shadows.
It didn't take him long (being a wild, energy filled pony) to catch up to the pretty and even passing her before quickly coming to a stop just ahead.
"Salut," he whispered, his fox grin growing as he eyed her softly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 7:44 pm
She ran and ran, as fast as should could... But it was just not fast enough.
When the... Thing passed her and stopped right in ther path she skidded to a halt, stopping a hair's breadth away from him. She tried to move backwards and, failing that, stumbled over her own back hooves, toppling to the ground and landing on her rump with a loud squeak.
"No, no, no!" she shrieked, loudly and rather childishly, "Don't take me! Don't eat me!" she all but cried, her eyes wide and her pupils dialated, making her fear more than apparent. The scent was no doubt tickling the shadow's nose temptingly and it frightened her even more.
"Please don't eat me!" she repeated, "I don't want to die!"
And now she was really crying, no longer able to hold back the tears that glistened in her eyes. She was a child, really. Rather newly made, and therefore she acted like a child.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:03 pm
"Eat you...?" Nightshade's Fury started to chuckle. He double glanced over her and then cleared the dirt under his hooves. "I don't eat flowery children. Just no protein." It wasn't apparent if he was joking or not but Letho continued to cry out.
"I said calm down!" He started, growing impatient with the child like creature who must have thought of him as the devil trying to rip her soul from her little flowery body, "If you don't I will eat you."
"And stop crying," he said, looking away. "And get up."
Big tough fox apparently didn't do well with little crying girls, children in particular.
"I changed my mind, I'd choke on those decorations. So stop it."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:13 pm
Letho tried desperately to calm down when the fox-pony yelled at her, but it just wasn't that easy. She let out a frightened little whimper when he threatened to eat her if she didn't stop crying and shuffled back a little bit when he looked away.
She scrambled onto all fours, keeping her distance from him.
Her voice was shaky, but she she swallowed back her tears and managed a quiet, "What do you want?" followed instantly by a squeaky little hiccup.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:17 pm
Nightshade's Fury watched as the little pretty thing finally scrambled onto all fours, and kept a distance from her. Darn, he was oh so looking forward to taking a little bite.
Good girl, he thought as the smaller pony rid herself of those tears.
"Oh, not much," he said as he shuffled his hooves. "I was bored."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:22 pm
Slightly uncomfortable under the fox-pony's gaze, Letho flinched, keeping her wide eyes fixed on his eyes? Face. Well, muzzle, really. That was what frightened her, after all.
She gathered up as much of her courage as should could, standing tall, though the action was lost after her flinch and the fact that she was so small.
Letho tried to sound indignant but her voice still betrayed her fear of being eaten, "Boredom made you f-frighten me and chase me, you...? You...? Whatever you are!?" she snapped as angrily as she could- which was not very.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:36 pm
He didn't really mind being stared at, it didn't bug him even in the slightest. It flattered him that this little pretty was intent on trying to be tough.
He thought for a moment, and lowered his muzzle towards her. "Yes, that sounds about correct my little mango. How cute of you to try and stand up to me, makes me want to... have a taste."
He grinned, "I am called Nightshade's Fury." He said, ignoring the what he is.
"It's true. And you, my little mango? Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:43 pm
She frowned, as much as a pony could, anyway, and suddenly her head snapped away from him. She kept her gaze on the sky, instead.
Now he is calling me a food! she thought to herself, her eyes shifting back and forth, nervous about turning away from him but still trying to be tough. And that muzzle... She shook her head and kept her gazy firmly on the sky.
"I am nobody." she snapped, a juvenile reply at best, "And I am most certainly not your mango."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:47 pm
He growled at the smaller pony. "If you will not grace me with your name then you will be my mango whether you agree or not."
And then he tilted his head, that grin very apparent. "Or if you prefer, I can change my taste and call you my dinner."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:54 pm
A frightened shiver racked Letho's small body when the fox-pony growled and she turned her head, deliberately slowly, towards him to practically hissed out her name, "Letho."
She suddenly realized, here she had found another peculiar pony. At least it seemed to be a pony, she was not quite sure what it was, and stared just a bit too long in an attempt to figure it out.
A sudden blush rose to her cheeks and she was suddenly very glad for her pink'ish colouring. She casually returned her gaze to the sky and let out a little "humph."
"Those teeth do not seem to have any desire for fruit, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:58 pm
Pleased, Nightshade's Fury moved his head back.
"Well, Letho, you do not appear to be fruit; wouldn't this mean you're suitable for my teeth?" He asked, not even a hint of sarcasm in his low, growling voice.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 9:01 pm
Letho found herself strangely bored of being afraid. She unconciously leaned away from the other pony when he spoke, especially when he mentioned teeth, but she replied none-the-less, still trying for- and failing at- being indignant.
"Well then do not call me a mango. Especially your mango. I am not your anything." she insisted.
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