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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:32 pm
By normal standards she was a teenager, an adolescent so to speak and yet the petite mare could do nothing more than rival the size of a Usdia foal. Even at this age she hadn't quite mastered the art of maintaining a bigger form and as a consequence she was forced to potter about here and there as a microscopic bug. Or at least, she was decidedly microscopic in comparison to the huge soquili that towered high above her and gazed down at her with a rather amused expression. She'd long since come to the conclusion that flutters on the whole, were really quite a rare breed and distinctly under estimated. It ruffled her metaphorical feathers when the big horses automatically assumed she was more vulnerable than they were!
The truth?
Well, it would have been safe to assume that she was much more imp-like and mischeivous than the vast majority gave her credit for. She'd learnt from one of the best, the day her mother had let her visit her elusive aunt Yei she had discovered the art of pranking. It had been a wondrous discovery of course, a complete revelation to her little filly brain but the consequences of this discovery were to cause shockwaves in the next few years. Suffice to say, the little flutter had become a complete hellion and no soquili (specifically male) was safe from her clutches. Thanks to her aunt, the little flutter had very particular views of society and more specifically men, she aspired to find her prince charming and from what she'd gathered, they all under went trials. Really the results of this little discovery should have been obvious, she rather enjoyed testing them.
Alas, it had been many more years before Nagual had finally let her smallest daughter away from her sight. Now well into her adolescence the filly was only now finding freedom. Given permission to explore she had wasted no time in scaling the mountain tops to sniff about in her mother's former home. She'd scoured the lower half of the mountain (taking a number of months to do so) and had just about managed to make her way to the peaks. It was an arduous journey and her coat had grown thick to combat the cold weather, at first her legs had been numb and her chest hurt terribly but she had persevered and discovered...
"Meh, it's dead..." she murmured, a crestfallen expression twisting her delicate features into a scowl. Over a year since she had left home, she'd finally managed to reach the very peaks and what greeted it wasn't as pretty as the area where her aunt resided. Instead, she now gazed upwards towards the twisted and dark canopies of a very dead forest. Or at least it looked dead, the gnarled tree branches and looming shadows did nothing to contradict her assumption. "How disappointing," she mused, leaning back on her hooves to regard the border once more. She was certain she'd got the right place from her cousin's tale - the time he'd sent an unfortunate male into the 'dark lords' home. It had looked just like this and he'd said there would be a prince.
...She didn't see one.
Maybe he was further inside?
Again she regarded the forest with a little more skeptism before rolling her shoulders prettily. Well, she had come all this way and it would be a terrible waste of her time if she didn't at least look. If she didn't find a prince then it would be a learning experience, if she did then jolly good show! Puffing out her chest, she craned her neck to regard the gnarling branches critically for one final time and then pushed her way through - wading, swimming and performing a wide variety of peculiar maneuvers to reach her goal. She would proclaim it to no one other than her own person, but the day she could master the art of holding a larger form would be a blessing, foliage could be terribly awkward to clamber through when it was so thick!
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:48 pm
Nocturne wasn't much of an exception. Pushing his way near the borders of the woods, the young stallion was a hair more social than his brothers and grand father. He wasn't exactly known for his shining personality, but though trained to be rather serious, there was still a goodness and patience with him. He was much more open-minded than some within his family, and while he still possessed a no-tolerance to evil, he understood that not every creature fell under stereotypes and labels.
Thankfully though, unless Nocturne chose to go out for the most part he didn't worry about crossing strangers or scaring others. He lived a quiet life as a border guard for both the grove and Islagiatt as a whole. It was a quiet life, but he had no reason to complain and while it wasn't a particularly exciting life, he at least got to be with his family.
Solitude was a good colour for the ebony stallion. It fit him and his quiet nature and kept everything rather peaceful. Trudging through the woods, oblivious to the small flutter's presence, the stallion was unaware of exactly what new acquaintance the spirits would soon force upon him. While Meii was unaware of a prince's presence, Nocturne was as well . . . There was no royalty within the woods, and Esper and he were certainly no princes.
((Zomg - sorry for crappy start. I've been distracted like 50 times in the middle of this. . . it's tkane me almost 3 hours from when I first started til now. So . . . next post will be better, promise!))
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 4:40 am
She'd swam through the ferns for as long as she could manage, her tiny little legs weary and wings now dull. The leaves had taken their toll and for a brief time she merely parked her rear beneath one of the largest and heaved a sigh. She'd made considerable progressive if one took her size into consideration, she was at least a sixty feet or so in before she'd taken a break. It was a feat to say the least and yet the adolescent filly was too distracted by her goal to recognise this - in her books a prince was far more important than the distance one little flutter could travel. Alas, she did have to admit that her limbs ached and this definitely wasn't the easiest adventure she'd ever had.
Her azure gaze shifted upwards to regard the canopy of ferns above her head and she pursed her lips. She could see faint speckles of light here and there but the view left much to be desired. This place really was dead, a haunted grove and the perfect setting for a mystery tour or tale. Unfortunately her lack of a view made her job difficult when searching for her prospective princes. How was she meant to find them if she couldn't even see them through the branches? Her adventures were frought with dangers, she'd nearly been crushed a number of times in the grasses because no one could see her!
She didn't allow herself to pause for much longer and with another little sigh she pulled herself to her hooves, gave her petite wings a little flutter and nosed her way through the ferns again. She was making head way and while it wasn't any spectacular distance it wasn't necessarily bad. It was just as well that Nocturne had adopted his Grandfather's regime for patrolling his territory or else there would have been a very high chance she would never have bumped into him. She would declare that their meeting was fate, a plot hatched by the spirits so that she might test him for his suitability. The truth? It was probably more pot luck than anything.
She was unaware of just how close the stallion (or was it colt?) was and she continued to remain oblivious until the ground beneath her own little hooves began to quiver. It felt like a mini earthquake and steadily grew in intensity as he drew nearer. Unsurprisingly the little creature came to a halt, her lips parted in a silent 'oh' of wonder. The discovery of a dinosaur heading directly towards a human would have been a fair comparison in this moment and the filly gazed up for a brief awestruck moment until -
"Ahhhh!" she gave a little squeal, her hooves and wings reacting before her brain had completely caught up. Her will to survive clearly outweighed her curiosity and she was thrown to the side, rolling with next to no dignity into the ferns just to his right. It wasn't the most audible of squeals or rather it wasn't as loud as a normal sized soquili, but there was enough of a disturbance in the ferns beneath his hooves to indicate that something had been there. As if that wasn't enough, it appeared the filly hadn't quite finished her little shriek of surprise.
"OH MY GOD - I'M HIT, I'M HIT! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!" She hollered, although how she knew what 'it' was remained to be seen. More importantly, it would have been a valid question to ask how she knew 'it' was going to eat her as well. Perhaps the female had heard far too many tales and had been swept away into the mysterious and forboding forest where ghouls and ghosts should have lurked...
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